Suzy's body trembled uncontrollably as she approached Gena's bedroom door. Gena was fucking somebody and Suzy had to see who it was. Imagining what the young man's cock might look like excited Suzy, and she couldn't keep her hands from playing between her legs. But when she looked into Gena's bedroom, Suzy got the shock of her young life.
Gena lay upon her bed, naked and legs parted. And between those open thighs, her eager lover lapped thirstily at her wet, puffy snatch. But it wasn't a man giving Gena untold pleasure. It was another juicy coed.
Suzy creamed her panties!
CHAPTER ONE
Suzy Foster, first-year coed at Brant College, sighed deeply as she felt the huge, hard cock of her boyfriend, David Purcell, sink once again to the very depths of her sweet young cunt.
The dark-haired beauty purred warmly, the lithe muscles of her young body lengthening in a delicious stretch that sent a delicious shivering sensation through her from head to toe as she lay along the surface of the double-wide futon mattress.
Above her, David Purcell groaned as he slid sensuously forward and back, sliding his stiff brick again and again into the hot depths of her cream-gushing cunt.
The two college students had been at this all morning, Suzy waking first in the warm bed and then wriggling down beneath the covers to take the young 'man's limp cock into her mouth, suckling it gently into eager erection even before its owner had come fully awake.
Suzy had only been sucking cock, and fucking, for less than a year. She had met David at her first college mixer in the first nervous week of her freshman fall semester, and had fallen instantly, hopelessly in love with him.
Suzy's initiation into the world of sex had followed soon after, and the girl had taken to it like a natural. All of the repressed feelings, instincts and emotions she had been feeling through her time as a virgin had welled up within her all at once the moment David had scooted her into his bed late that first night.
Under her new boyfriend's knowing tutelage, Suzy had soon been squealing and screaming and bucking in delight, just like a natural. And when the time had come to return these delicious favors, David had found his inexperienced young lover a natural at giving sexual pleasure as well.
In fact, on their very first night together, when he had pounded her young virginity nearly into non-existence, it had been David who had passed out in exhaustion while Suzy was still more than eager and ready to continue their pleasurable little fuck games.
So on this morning, the first of summer break, a whole school year of shared sex behind them, David had awakened to find himself in the midst of receiving a sweet good morning blow job from a girl who had become an undeniable master at oral sex.
David had blasted off the first fresh cum load of the day into the hot little mouth of his sucking girlfriend within a few seconds of fully waking, his muscularly trim young hips hunching involuntarily, insistently forward to shoot his stream of sweet cum as deeply into Suzy's suctioning throat as it could go, the girl thrilling with a small spontaneous orgasm of her own at the indescribably delicious rich flavor of it.
And this first shared orgasm of the day had only been the preliminary to a morning-long sex fest of repeated arousal and release with neither of their eager, youthful bodies tiring until both had been drained to the core.
After its blissful eruption within the hot confines of his girlfriend's mouth, David's unflagging cock had immediately craved the much tighter sheath of Suzy's sweet young cunt.
He had dived beneath the sheets in search of that honey-dripping hole almost before his prick had finished its initial climax.
There was a little popping sound as his prick pulled free of Suzy's hungrily clinging mouth, her lips striving not to lose even a single drop of the milky sweet cum that she had drawn up through it.
She whined softly in protest as she finally lost possession of the tender, pulsing shaft, which fired a final warm spurt that splashed sloppily against the comer of her mouth. Her quick tongue flicked forth to capture the narrowly escaping droplets.
Suzy's whine of loss turned quickly into a groaning cry of delight as she felt her young man's knowing lips and tongue find the dripping, pulsating slit of her hungry little pussy, the cry turning rapidly upwards in pitch as David knowingly centered in on the hard little button of her clit.
David's sweet tongue was lapping and tickling now at the stiff, wet little nub, sending his girl rapidly upward toward the first height of her roller coaster ride into heaven.
His well-practiced tongue could have caused Suzy's poor pussy to fire at any time, but he fought his own desire to see his girl bucking and flailing in the throes of orgasm, knowing that the longer he delayed the final igniting caresses, the wilder and happier her final climax would be for her.
Again and again he brought her to the very screaming edge of her cum before pulling suddenly back, his teasing tongue moving away from one sensitive pleasure point to another, until Suzy was nearly frantic with frustrated delight.
Then, when he sensed that his girl had endured all she could without going truly insane with desire, he relented, and placed his pointed tonguetip at the precise place at the left side of her clit that the experience of ten months had taught him was the ultimate trigger point that would send Suzy irretrievably over the edge.
Suzy froze, becoming suddenly motionless in the midst of her wild writhing upon the wide futon, her body becoming a sculpture of pure erotic desire captured for the moment in stone.
Then Suzy let out a shriek to the high heavens as she felt the first fierce convulsions of orgasm erupt deep within her taut belly.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she had shrieked, as the wild tension broke within her, her body becoming riddled with convulsive explosions that seemed to come from everywhere at once.
Stars flashed in the sky and fell, each fiery hot pulse of light echoing a blast of sweet, wrenching delight deep within her.
Her small young breasts felt tremblingly, electrically alive with the sweet vibrations issuing forth from her spasming cunt along with each explosive spurt of creamy girl honey that shot from her belly into her boyfriend's waiting, working mouth.
What little capacity for rational thought that remained in Suzy's cum-frazzled young brain had then told her that she was being turned over onto her tummy, and that her wonderful, adorable young boyfriend was positioning himself on his knees behind her.
She sensed instantly, instinctively, that the sweet young man was about to fill her aching young cunt for the first time that day with the long thick shaft of his beautiful, incredible young cock.
For a flashing instant, Suzy wondered, as she had secretly wondered many times before, just how David's sweet prick would feel ramming up inside of her ... in her tight little ass. It was the one sex act that the two young lovers had not attempted in their ten glorious months together.
David had never brought up the question of ass-fucking, and Suzy, all her recent and willing liberation where matters sexual were concerned notwithstanding, had not had the nerve to broach the subject herself.
She had on more than a few occasions lain in a warm bubble bath and tentatively wriggled a delicate finger or two up that dark, tight, forbidden channel, thrilling at the strange sensation so that she had been forced to masturbate herself into orgasm each time she had tried this little experiment.
So, this morning, as she felt her boyfriend position himself behind her as she lay tummy down, legs wide-spread and waiting, she half-hoped that this time when the day's first delicious intruding thrust would come that it would come up the tight sheath of her sweet young behind.
But it was not to be.
An instant later, Suzy erupted in her second high pleasure scream of the morning, as the eight-inch length of her loving boyfriend's cock rammed home into the squishy wet hole of her willing young cunt.
Suzy screamed as the contractions of orgasm began the moment David's swelling cockhead came to rest against the far wall of her deliciously filled cunt shaft.
Again and again, rockets of light exploded behind her dazzled young eyes, her mouth issuing forth sharp cries of delirious delight as each thrilling contraction racked her small frame.
Gush after gush of sweet girl cream pulsed out in pursuit of each frictioning retraction of David's long, hard cock shaft, lubricating his girlfriend's vibrating, clutching, spasming young cunt channel to receive that wonderful pole of flesh yet again on its delicious return journey.
Just as Suzy's cum spasm's had reached their ultimate high, she felt herself propelled suddenly to an even higher level of delight as the iron rod within her gushed forth with cream of its own, searing her to the core with her boyfriend's pure male essence, the honey-rich fluid that was the ultimate tribute of his love for this young woman he was frantically fucking.
Suzy had nearly expired with delight, or so she had felt. But a moment later, as she had felt David's strong hands repositioning her again upon the futon, this time rolling her over onto her back so that he could fuck her again, this time face to face from above, she knew she was as alive as she had even been in her brief nineteen years on earth.
And as the still-hard cock of the young man she so loved slid tenderly once more up within her already well-ridden cunt, she knew that this was a love that would last forever.
Now, a few months later, on this blissful, warm, early summer day, Suzy lay counting her blessings, just as she counted the slow, sensual thrusts of her boyfriend's cock in and out of her, until both young people erupted in the slow rising spasms of a shared simultaneous orgasm that crowned their morning in bed together.
Although, in the prime of his youth, David Purcell had the energy and cock cream reserves to continue at these little games all day long, he and Suzy's sex play was to be cut unusually short this morning.
Today was a "game day" for David. The Brant College "Bombers" were taking on the neighboring Richland University team in the first game of the summer softball season this very afternoon, and his team had an early pre-game practice session set to begin in barely an hour.
And David knew from experience, like many a young male athlete, that a guy just couldn't be at his best on the ball field if he'd had his nuts drained dry by a willing girlfriend.
Later, after the game had been won, both young people knew that they would celebrate by fucking and sucking each other to distraction late into the night, until neither had the strength to so much as think about achieving another orgasm.
Then they would wake up the next morning to start the whole process all over again,, just as they had on this morning.
Suzy was counting on this exiting routine becoming the norm for the entire summer. In fact, that was why she had talked her parents into allowing her to stay around the Brant College campus for the summer session.
She had signed up for just two classes, insisting to her father that it would give her a leg up on her goal of graduating from Brant College with a prestigious duel major.
When Suzy had told her parents as well that the college administration would allow her to stay on in her usual dorm room for the summer at no extra charge, they had finally agreed. They had no way of guessing that their daughter secretly had no intention of spending more than a very few nights in her own narrow dorm bed. She planned to spend most of her nights, and her days as well, rolling in the wide futon bed in David Purcell's off-campus apartment, letting her young lover fuck her silly all summer long.
For today, though, Suzy would reluctantly be letting her boyfriend wander from between her possessive young thighs, at least until after his afternoon game. For now, she lay beneath him, feeling the combined juices of their final cum of a long, busy morning trickle unheeded down the slender curve of her taught young behind.
Naked, sweat-drenched and momentarily sated, few of Suzy's friends would have recognized the girl as the same, serious student they thought they knew.
Dressed conservatively and moving purposefully about the Brant College campus, Suzy Foster was the perfect picture of a bright, no-nonsense, serious, though pretty, young coed.
Just nineteen years of age, she had the purposeful stride of a young woman newly confident and comfortable in her lithe young body.
Her shoulder-length hair of midnight black, usually tamed into a youthful ponytail, bounced as she walked, as did the small, swelling twin apple breasts beneath her moderately tight sweaters.
Now, with the advent of summer warmth, those sweet mounds were more frequently less well-hidden beneath thin T-shirts or, on particularly daring days, the occasional tube top of stretchy ribbed cotton.
On tube top days, there would be no bra restraining those swelling young mounds, and an occasional soft breeze would cause a rise of stiffening nipples at their sweet summits.
Other times, as the girl strolled back from a strenuous workout at the college gym, the sweat-soaked material of clingy thin exercise tights would display quite clearly, though unintentionally, both her upper and lower bodily assets, her proudly erect nipples above and the secret contours of her small, pouty young cunt lips at the delicious joining of her taut, slender thighs.
All in all, Suzy Foster presented the tempting picture of a ripe, healthy, intelligent young woman, unusually mature for a nineteen-year-old freshman, totally at ease with herself and with others.
It was the air of confidence that only the awakening of sex can bring a young woman. The barely detectable scent of a young woman getting her cunt well-exercised on a regular basis. And Suzy Foster wore it proudly.
Suzy and David, still musky warm from sleep and sex, now sat in the apartment's small breakfast nook waiting for the automatic coffee brewer to cycle, and began to destroy a bag of croissants they'd picked up from the comer bakery the evening before.
David was excited about the afternoon's upcoming game. The Richland University "Streaks" had the reputation of fielding the best summer softball team in the area, and there had been quite a bit of rivalry between the two teams for some years in all sports, softball included.
"Today's the day," he declared around a mouthful of strawberry croissant. "Today the 'Freaks' go down. We're ready."
"Great," said Suzy, adding casually, "Just make sure you take time with your pitching. You're still trying to rush that fast ball of yours, and it drops low every time."
David stopped chewing and studied his pretty girlfriend for a moment, his head cocked slightly to one side. She was a perfect little doll sitting there. Or, more precisely, a perfect little sex kitten.
Her hair was still all mussed from the fair tousling he'd given her all the preceding night and most of this morning. Her tender red lips, nearly as red as those of her other mouth below, were a bit puffy from his aggressive kisses, and there were a scattering of dark smudges around the base of her soft white neck from his passionate mouthings there as well.
The white silk robe she wore revealed the gentle swell of her small, beautiful breasts above the casually overlapping collar, and when she glanced up at him, catching him in his open appreciation of her morning good looks, she smiled shyly.
David found this occasional tendency toward modesty in his lover both endearing and, at the same time, curiously erotic. After all, this shy-looking young woman was the very same girl who had ridden him like a she-cat in heat, cumming and cumming, and shrieking out her cums to the heavens but a few hours ago.
This same innocent, shy little bow of a mouth, that now so delicately sipped at her coffee, had forced him into squirting what had felt like a gallon of his thick male cum cream down this same sweet, delicate throat during the course of the night and morning, and the whimpering, pleading supplications from those same lips had made it quite clear that she had still been thirsty for more.
This tender mouth, while in the, desperate throes of passion, had spoken words that no innocent girl would have dared to utter, even silently to herself in the privacy of her own virginal bed under the hottest stimulation of her most secret fantasies and the flickering fingers of her own hand between her legs.
David felt himself becoming aroused again, his cock pressing uncomfortably against the red and gold-patterned silk of the boxer shorts he had worn to the table.
But even with all this heartfelt reverence for the young woman he loved, David Purcell still bridled at the girl's suddenly remembered, and often repeated, criticism of his pitching performance.
"I push my fast ball to make it fast," he said, taking another bite, allowing just a hint of sarcasm to enter his voice. "That's why they call it a fast ball."
"It drops, though, when you push it too far," she repeated placidly, with a patient smile. "And besides, you're not supposed to use a fast ball in softball, are you?"
"You know the answer to that," he frowned. "As long as it's underhand, anything goes. And besides that," he added with a sure and confident smile, "what I may lack in pitching, I more than make up in hitting."
"Because of your big bat?" she asked, batting her eyes in feigned innocence.
God, she was hot, thought David! Right now his dick did feel about as big as your average softball bat. And, suddenly, he was absolutely aching to stuff that bat up between this girl's sweet legs and fuck her until she screamed "uncle!" An unreasonable expectation, he realized. Suzy was a girl who would never beg a lover to stop. More likely, she'd take on an entire army and still be lying there begging for more.
"Anyway," she said now, "just pull your fast pitch back a little and you should have no trouble. Remember who taught it to you, after all."
That was true, much as David's male ego balked at the fact. Suzy's father had been a ball player in the major leagues, and had taught his daughter to throw and to hit from the time she was just out of diapers. And over the course of their first two semesters together, Suzy had shared her expertise with David.
So it wasn't just David's dick that had benefited from Suzy's care and attention. His fast pitch, his bunting and his long hitting all had much improved from his relationship with this hot little minx.
"Okay," he said, surrendering finally, with an affectionate grin. "I'll pull 'em up a bit. You coming out to watch?"
"Are you kidding?" she asked, smiling brightly. "All you big tough guys running around in your sweaty tight uniforms? I wouldn't miss it." She leaned forward, batting her lashes again, I sweetly, and added, "In fact, I just bet I get so jjj worked up watching all you yummy boys all afternoon, that while you guys go off for beer and pizza afterwards, I'll have to run up to my room and tickle myself off a few times."
David's eyes narrowed, his breathing automatically deepening as the intended image Came to life within his head. Suzy, running up to her dorm room, which she had all to herself for the summer, peeling quickly out of her tight shorts and T-shirt. There would be no bra or panties underneath, he decided.
Then, there in his quickly overheating imagination, he saw Suzy throwing herself down in all her tender nakedness upon her narrow bunk-style dorm bed, her fingers going immediately to her open cunt slit, already wet, of course, and simply dripping with girl cream.
"Poor little me," despaired Suzy, sighing dramatically. "All alone in my little bed, and nobody to fuck me but my own little fingers. And they're so much smaller than your nice, big bat," she pouted. "Why, I'll have to diddle myself off about ten times before my little pussy calms down!"
David watched his lover with eyes narrowed into slits of passion. She saw that her teasing words had achieved the desired effect, and giggled salaciously at his quick arousal.
"But don't think about that right now, baby," she added, in a no-nonsense, business-like manner. "We don't want to drain you precious energies before the big game now, do we?"
She got up then, "accidentally" allowing her silk bathrobe to fall open at the front, giving him a quick little flash of an exposed right nipple, and then, still somehow maintaining a straight face, she walked off toward their bedroom and the bathroom beyond, the short hem of her robe floating teasingly just above the rising undercurve of her cute, tight behind, her hips tossing a bit more than was usual, no doubt to accentuate the effect.
David emitted a low, threatening, involuntary growl, the sound of an aroused male.
He smiled. As her tossing hips sashayed down the hallway and out of his view, he felt a sudden quick desire to give chase to this enticing, teasing young woman. He suddenly wanted very much to grab her from behind-she would no doubt shriek with pleased laughter at her ability to arouse her young lover beyond the point of self-restraint and throw her down upon his bed.
On her belly, he decided, as the vision of this new fantasy began to. blossom within his mind. He'd throw her down on her belly, flip up the hem of her light silk robe and shove his aching cock right up her ... not her cunt, he decided ... he'd ram that stiff pole of flesh up the much tighter hole of that sweet little behind!
David was shocked for just a moment at this particular direction his fantasies toward Suzy had taken. Of all the many, possible configurations a guy and girl could assume in bed together, this was the only one which remained unattempted by the loving young couple. In fact, David had never performed that particular act with any girl. And he was certain that Suzy remained a virgin in that forbidden area as well. After all, the girl had never even given so much as a hand-job before she had met David, after which her first explorations into the world of sex had begun.
It was certainly something to think about, though, and he was certainly thinking about it now as he heard the spray of the shower start up from down the hall.
Yes, it was certainly something to think about.
And it was a thought that would put more than a little extra power in his hitting in the softball game with the Richland Streaks later that afternoon.
But right now the thought made David Purcell intensely desire to take a shower himself. Not a cold one, either.
Resigning himself to losing just a little more of his much-needed game energy, he put down his coffee cup, peeled down the silk shorts that had been painfully retaining his hugely erect young cock, dropped them into the laundry basket standing ready by the kitchen door-Suzy was planning a trip to the laundromat around lunch time, while David was out for his pre-game team practice session-and followed the trail of his teasing young mate down the hallway to the bathroom.
He stood naked for a moment just inside the open bathroom door, watching the blurred shape of Suzy through the glass enclosure as she stood beneath the foggy hot spray of the shower. He could hear his girl humming happily to herself.
The thought of her humming helped him decide him as to which way he wanted to give up these extra few ounces of his male essence before game time. He decided he wanted this last dose of cream of the summer morning to spurt into the waiting mouth of his eager young lover.
This decided, he stepped through the bathroom door and approached the sliding glass door of the shower itself.
Silently, he opened the shower door. The glass partition squeaked a bit on its runners, causing an echoing surprised squeak from the water-drenched naked girl.
Startled from her own private reveries, Suzy spun about quickly, her hands going instinctively to cover her twin small breasts and the sparse dark triangle of short sable-black fur between her slender thighs. She stood there in the classic pose of a startled young Venus rising from the sea, the perfect unspoiled image of the eternal object of desire for all men throughout history.
As the girl calmed herself, seeing that this intruder was only her own sweet lover, and as she became aware of the hugely jutting rod of aroused flesh he sported so proudly before him, she felt a little ashamed of herself for this involuntary arousal that she herself had inspired.
She knew David had not wanted to use up any more of his energy on sex that he would need for the afternoon's game, and Suzy realized that it if was she who must now atone for the undeniable urgency of the sweet young man's situation. And she must do so in a manner that used as little of his precious energy as possible.
The answer to the dilemma was obvious. And by sweet coincidence, it exactly matched the nature of David's desire as well.
So when David stepped wordlessly into the shower cubicle along with her, Suzy wordlessly stepped back to make room for him, and then dropped silently to her knees before him, the raging fierceness of his stiff young prick juttingly aimed directly at her sweet face.
A second later, David groaned deeply as Suzy took the huge red tip of the angry organ between her soft warm lips, and tenderly began to suck for the gush of sweet juices she knew she must achieve.
She worked quickly and knowingly. She wanted her young lover to explode his cum into her mouth as quickly as he could.
Her lips and tongue worked together in tandem, lips sucking and sliding to and fro along the long length of the hot hardness, tongue swirling again and again in a teasing circle around and about the plum-red tip.
She loved the feel of it, the taste of it. It was the feel and taste of manhood, and the sensation and flavor made-the hot cream of her own pouty little cunt flow forth to join the trickle of warm shower water that ran down her silky young thighs.
She moaned as she felt the pulse beats of arousal along the ridged male shaft soon quicken in the way that always told her that her young man was at the brink of cumming, about to jet forth his hot delicious juices of life, and she quickened the pace of her efforts accordingly.
David's hips had been moving slowly forward and back as his excitement had grown, but now they suddenly shot forward once, violently, and held there, burying his length of hard cock at the depths of his girl's thirstily contracting young throat.
Suzy knew the moment had come, even before her boyfriend let out the deep moaning cry that meant that he was about to cream.
Suzy's mouth suddenly filled with the first, quick, sweet blast of cream, her eyes closing at once with indescribable pleasure that her efforts had succeeded at last.
Stream after stream of hot, milky sweet fluid bathed her hungry mouth and throat as she quickly moved to swallow the precious essence so that she could suck onward for more.
One particularly strong, hard spurt shot directly down her throat and into her waiting stomach below. But Suzy had become an expert at this particular way of man pleasing, and she recovered almost instantly, never taking the erupting cock from her lips, but sucking on and on as before.
Then, finally, this charge of his cream spent, Suzy did remove her mouth from her lover's cock, a trail of sticky juice trickling from the comer of her now, once again, innocent-looking young mouth.
As she looked up at her successfully pleasured young man, those sweet lips curled again into as innocent a smile as if it had been a candy cane she had just finished eating instead of a big nasty load of her boyfriend's hot cum.
David Purcell, once his eyes were capable of focusing again, looked down into that sweet smiling face with an emotion that was almost too strong to simply be love alone.
CHAPTER TWO
While David headed out for his pre-game practice Suzy gathered up the week's laundry and drove her little two-door hatch-back to the laundromat a few blocks away.
There were a scattering of David's clothes mixed in with her own. Suzy didn't mind helping out by combining household chores like this. After all, David was paying rent while she was still "officially" living rent-free on campus.
Besides, it gave her something to do. The low summer class load she'd charted for herself was going to leave her with lots of free time, even figuring in the hours she would spend working on her tan out in David's back yard and on the open sundeck over at the campus student activities building.
She wished she had something else going on this summer though, like David had in his softball. She envied him his constant workouts and practices and, of course, the exciting big games he placed so much importance on.
David hadn't signed up for any classes this summer at all, so his whole attention all summer long would be focused on softball.
That ... and fucking his best girl, of course, thoughts of which kept Suzy all squirmy and itchy between her legs during breaks between the couple's long sex sessions, until, when she could finally get at him again, she would practically jump him the moment he came home.
Twice this summer already, she'd ambushed the poor guy almost before he'd been able to close the front door behind him, jumping him and nearly ripping away his clothes in her haste to get at the delicious goodies that lay hidden beneath.
The first time that had happened, he had nearly shot his load in her hand-just from her rough, impatient handling alone-by the time she'd pulled him over to the old living room sofa. Suzy had stripped and mounted and fucked the poor young man until her own cum had exploded just a second before his, and all in the space of about a minute.
On the second occasion, Suzy had greeted her young lover with a hasty welcome home fuck, the two hadn't even made it to the sofa. Suzy bad dragged David down onto the faded living room rug, giving the front door a careless backward kick that failed to shut it completely, and David had been riding hot in the saddle right there on the floor when the two were startled by a quick perfunctory knock and looked up to see Suzy's best friend, Gena Billings, who lived just a few houses away, standing in the doorway laughing.
Not one to let something as natural as the sex act between two loving people embarrass her, Gena had simply announced she'd come to borrow a role of paper towels.
Flushed and breathless, still lying there on the floor with David's hard, throbbing dick shoved up inside her hotly shivering cunt, Suzy had wordlessly nodded her head toward the kitchen, and Gena had simply stepped over the copulating couple in the direction indicated.
Once Gena was down the hall and out of sight, David immediately drew back his cock and rammed it forcefully home again, eagerly resuming the interrupted fucking of his cute little girlfriend.
Suzy had gasped and protested that he should wait until her friend had left, but after a few seconds the feeling of David's prick pumping and pounding again so deliciously at her pussy, she simply gave herself over to the blissful feeling and began fucking back at her sweet boyfriend, giving as good as she got, striving along with him for a mutually spectacular orgasm, whether or not Suzy's friend was in the very next room.
By the time her orgasm was creeping upon her, Suzy had nearly forgotten about the presence of Gena. But as. she began to squeal and scream as the first huge wave of feeling overcame her, her eyes happened to flutter open in time to notice her friend standing in the kitchen doorway, her borrowed roll of towels in hand, staring coolly and intently right into Suzy's wide brown eyes.
That was the instant Suzy felt herself begin to orgasm in earnest, almost as if that look from Gena in such intimate circumstances had helped fire off her cum even stronger than it might have been ordinarily.
An instant later, David announced his own male version of orgasm, arching his back above his young lover, instinctively pressing his loins hard and close onto hers, his cock buried deep in her hot center so that his boiling seed would shoot as deeply up inside her as possible.
A long, low groan preceded the fierce pulsing of expanding, exploding cock that Suzy felt spreading the slick tube of her small pussy almost painfully, triggering yet another level of pussy thrills, which radiated rapidly outward to fill her entire body with almost unendurable delight.
Then her belly was suddenly filled with the first creamy eruption of hot male sperm, splashing her insides with heat and desire and a passion completely, blissfully satisfied.
And as all this took place, her friend Gena's pretty black eyes never once left Suzy's own. Gena watched it all without the slightest hint of embarrassment or shame, though somehow in Suzy's climaxing moment she happened to notice the way Gena's nipples had come into ripe erection at the suftunits of her lush breasts poking in relief beneath the red halter top she wore above her skintight white hot pants. Suzy also took notice of how the crotch of those brief shorts showed the suggestive contours of the girl's ripe pussy lips.
Suzy had never examined her friend, or any other female, so closely, so intimately before, and she wasn't quite sure as to how she felt about doing so now, especially as her cock-filled cunt was spasming out its luscious cum cream, her ears ringing with the echoes of her own passionate screams of release.
As the exhausted David collapsed onto his lover's sweat-drenched form, the couple heard the observing Gena, who David had not noticed to this point, begin to softly clap her hands, an audience of one applauding a performance masterfully well done.
Then Gena had strolled boldly toward her friends, the panting couple still lying locked together and heaving for breath in their post-coital daze, and without another word stepped over their sweaty pile of connected flesh and went calmly out the front door.
"That ... that Gena...." David said, between heaving breaths. "She's ... she's wild!"
Suzy laughed, her own slight embarrassment fading somewhat. "Yeah," she said, then gave a quick upward motion of her hips, causing David's cock to pump twice within the now very well-oiled channel of her tight wet cunt, which collected two small additional spurts of his sweet cum cream in response. "And you're pretty wild yourself, there, cowboy." She did the same motion again, a little faster this time, and added, "How about another ride?"
David tipped an imaginary ten-gallon hat and drawled, "Anything to please a lady, ma'am." Suzy grinned as her boyfriend began once again to pound his new-stiffened cock in and out of her grateful young snatch. And very soon the grin was replaced by the tight, painful grimace that signaled the onrush of yet another cum.
The memory of these events making her little pussy tingle provocatively in her pants, Suzy made an effort to-shake these teasingly delicious thoughts away as she pulled her laundry-laden car into a parking slot near the comer laundromat. No more thoughts about that right now, or she'd have to postpone the laundry for a trip back into bed to jack herself off.
She found Gena's car parked around the comer already. She had agreed to meet the girl for laundry and then for lunch afterwards, before David's afternoon game.
When Suzy carried her loaded basket in through the door, she was surprised to see Gena taking a big pile of finished laundry back out of one of the dryers.
"What, are you done already?" Suzy asked, placing her own basket on the top of a washer in a long line of washers ranked along one wall.
"Nope," said Gena, brushing back an errant dark curl from her forehead. "Just getting a head start. I've got a double load today. I'm doing Kari's while I'm here. She got permission for an expanded summer course load, you know, so she's got all she can handle without having to worry about laundry."
"Greater love hath no woman than that she will do her roommate's wash," Suzy laughed, as she began unloading clothes into a couple of washers.
"I see you're doing double duty as well," noted Gena. "That is, unless it's you who've started wearing blue silk boxer shorts."
"No," said Suzy. "They're David's. I figured as long as we're rooming together, I might as well make myself useful."
"My, my, aren't we becoming domestic!" laughed Gena, as she began fluffing and folding.
Suzy bridled a bit under her friend's teasing. After all, Suzy did consider herself a completely liberated modem young woman, and here she was doing her man's laundry like some meek little fifties housewife.
But, in the next instant, her head filled with a sudden image of herself as she had been just the night before, straddling her young stud lover's writhing athletic hips, working herself into a soaking sex sweat, riding the young man like an expert horsewoman refusing to be bucked from the saddle until her wild young stallion had been broken to her ready command.
She thought of the way David had screamed out his orgasm as she'd rammed down on him unmercifully, her own climaxing cunt sucking thirstily at the fountain of his cream until he'd had absolutely nothing left to give her."
Yes, thought Suzy, her confidence reassured now, she was indeed a modem woman. Doing her lover's laundry did nothing to change the fact that it was she who was the undoubted ruler of the relationship.
Suzy knew quite well that, no matter how macho and boyish he might act at times, she had David, for the most part, eating out of the palm of her hand ... and eating out of the little dish of her sweet young cunt as well.
"Of course, if David's been servicing you lately, like I saw him doing there on his living room floor that time, I guess a little laundry is the least, you could do to pay him back," Gena added, continuing their girlish discussion. "For a moment there, I thought he was going to pull that little pussy of yours completely inside out, he was fucking you so hard."
"More like my little pussy was going to pull that big prick of his right off, I was cumming so hard," said Suzy, immediately blushing to the roots of her dark hair at what she had just said.
What was it about Gena that made Suzy. talk so openly and unashamedly about sex whenever the other girl was around? Suzy shook her head, unable to come up with an answer. Maybe she did it just to see Gena do a little double take at her friend when she gave out an uncharacteristically frank comment about her sex life, like the one she had just uttered.
Suzy looked over to see her friend smiling at her and shaking her head. "You know, sweetie, when I hear you say things like that, I think there might be hope for you yet."
Gena was done folding her roommate's clothes into a large, red basket, which she set aside on one of the plastic chairs spaced along the glass front of the laundromat. She then lifted a blue basket with her own dirty things and began loading them into a pair of washers near to Suzy's.
Gena stopped suddenly about halfway through the chore, remembering, "Shit! I forgot! I've got to feed that damn meter, or my car will be decorating the police impoundment lot again!" Gena had already temporarily lost her car to the city on two occasions during the short time Suzy had known her, and Suzy gathered that paying parking tickets on time was not one of Gena's habits. But over parking certainly was. Not a good combination in a poor college student who depended on her car.
Suzy had finished loading her own clothes, which she didn't bother to keep separate from David's, into the two washers. "Go feed the meter," she said. "I'll finish loading for you."
"Thanks, babe," Gena grinned, heading out on the run, the heavy glass door swinging closed behind her, leaving Suzy all alone in the quiet laundromat.
Suzy smiled at her friend's antics. Gena was so worldly in some ways, like seeming unperturbed at walking in on one of her friends as she was having sex with a boyfriend on the living room floor, and yet she seemed totally incapable of keeping a few aspects of her everyday life in order, like remembering to put enough change into the parking meter so that her car wouldn't get towed.
Still shaking her head, Suzy began separating her friend's laundry into the two open washers.
Gena certainly had taste in clothing, that was for sure. As Suzy sifted through the big pile, it seemed that every pair of panties she encountered were of fine silk, in a rainbow of different colors and styles. Each pair had one thing in common, however-its size.
Each little wisp of a garment was tiny. Gena seemed to favor French-cut bikinis, above most other styles. Just a couple of tiny triangles of light silk joined together at the sides by a thin strip at each hip and a thin panel which would tuck up between the girl's legs, so as to be completely invisible beneath even the tightest of pants and dresses.
Then Suzy encountered something that made her gasp in surprise. The pair of red panties she now held in her hands lacked the thin triangle that would have covered a girl's behind. Instead, there Was simply a long strip like the ones designed to cut across each hip.
"A g-string!" Suzy gasped. She'd never owned one on these brief garments herself, had never even seen one before, except adorning some of the models in those magazines she had found scattered about David's apartment the first time she had helped clean it for him.
Imagine actually wearing one of these, Suzy thought. Then again, maybe Gena hadn't actually worn the garment after all. Maybe she'd bought it as a joke, or received it as a joke gift from one of her naughty sister classmates. But then, if Gena hadn't worn it, why was it here in her laundry basket?
Without thinking about what she was doing, Suzy brought the tiny garment up to her face. Her nose caught an instant whiff of her friend's trademark perfume, the sweet musky scent making her instantly lightheaded, as it always did.
At the same time, Suzy noticed something else.
Something indefinable in the warm sweet scent, an unidentifiable note that caused Suzy to keep the silky material near her face an instant longer than she had intended.
What was it, Suzy wondered? Maybe Gena had started using a new brand of the same basic scent. Sweeter. Warmer. And somehow, Suzy noted, more exciting.
Suddenly, Suzy realized that she was standing there in the middle of a public laundromat, actually sniffing at a pair of her girlfriend's panties.
Suzy quickly tossed the tiny red garment into the washer before her, and looked up to see Gena just coming back in through the door.
"No tow job today!" Gena said, triumphantly, as she came over to relieve Suzy at her laundry basket. Seeing the basket less that halfway emptied, Gena laughed. "Boy, you're a slow sorter! Remind me never to ask you to do my laundry for me. At the rate you go, it'd take you a. whole week!"
"Well," said Suzy, laughing nervously after her near discovery. "You can't rush perfection, can you?"
"Yeah, I guess not," said Gena, absently, her attention focused now on the job at hand. "Gotta take time to smell the roses, after all."
Suzy froze. Gena had seen her after all! Gena had seen her through the window on her way back from her car! She had seen her friend shamelessly sniffing the musky perfumed center panel of her red silk g-string!
Suzy wanted to just shrivel up and blow away from pure embarrassment.
She started to stutter out an apology to her friend, but an instant before she started, she stopped herself and looked up to see Gena still busily loading clothes into the two washers as if nothing had happened.
Suddenly, Suzy knew that she had guessed wrong. Gena had not seen her shameful behavior after all. Her teasing comment about taking time "to smell the roses" had been just a coincidence. Suzy was certain of this now, and relief flooded through her like that of a small blissful orgasm.
"So," said Gena, finished with her loading now, and adding soap powder before slamming down both washer lids. "Where do we go for lunch?"
They chose a little sandwich shop not far away.
As they walked, Gena chattered away about the latest campus gossip, how quiet it would be around-town with almost everyone gone home for the summer, and how she looked forward to some summer afternoons out at the lake a few miles away.
"Kari and I," announced Gena-Kari was Gena's roommate-"are gonna take put her canoe on Sundays when the weather's nice and she can take a break from all her studying."
Suzy was still slightly perturbed by thoughts of her earlier behavior. What was it about the scent of her friend's panties that had fascinated her so? She could still remember the exact detailed impression it had made on her.
Suzy even suspected a hint of the exotic perfume had been somehow transferred to her face, where the thin silk had touched her there as she sniffed. Her tongue absently slipped out to brush over her lush red lips, a motion that sent thoughts churning into her head that were much too disturbing to even consider, so she chased them back down again before she had taken time to examine them too closely.
"Hey," said Gena, breaking in on her friend's secret thoughts. "Anybody home in there?"
Suzy looked up, startled. "Oh! Sorry," she said, still somehow finding herself unable to look the other girl in the eye. "Just thinking ... about.;, about David," she added, sort of defensively.
They had reached the sandwich shop now. The two chose a booth in the comer and ordered, Suzy asking for a beer to help settle her oddly shaky nerves, but Gena abstaining, ordering a ginger ale instead. "Can't do a beer today," she said. "Not on a game day."
"Game day?" said Suzy, her brow furrowing, her friend's comment reminding her of David's similar vow of at least partial abstinence on days when an athletic contest was in the offing.
"Sure!" said Gena. "The mighty Brant College 'Curves' have their first game of the summer softball season this very afternoon. And since I'm their star first baseman, or first basewoman, I should say, I can't be juicin' up before game time."
"I didn't know we had a girl's softball team," said Suzy, setting down her beer. It was true. She hadn't heard a thing about it. Why hadn't David mentioned there was a female branch of the Brant College team?
"Please!" protested Gena, with a laugh. "We 'girls' prefer to be called 'women', if you don't mind?"
Suddenly, Suzy knew very well why David had neglected to mention the existence of a female team. The little bastard didn't want her entering into a sport that he felt he was so good at, and that he knew Suzy was quite good at as well.
David knew well enough that Suzy had played baseball with her famous father since she was very young. He was quite obviously afraid of a little competition from a woman, even if she was the , woman he loved.
For a moment, Suzy didn't know whether to feel angry at her lover's blatant arrogance, or just pity at his poor, pathetically fragile little male ego. Part of her wanted to race back to the laundromat and tear each and every item of clothing David had into a million small pieces so that she could throw them in his face in front of his whole male team, right in the middle of practice.
But as Suzy listened as her friend Gena went on and on about the Brant College woman's softball team, a better idea came to her.
Gena," she asked, interrupting her friend. "Is it too late to join up?"
"Join up?" she asked.
"Yeah," said Suzy, and went on to explain why she wanted to join Gena's team.
When Suzy got to the part about David's obviously keeping the existence of the woman's team a secret from her, Gena was absolutely outraged: "That little bastard!" she said, and then added, "Men! They're all alike!"
And when Suzy related her history of ball playing experience, and the identity of her famous father, Gena had heard all she needed to hear. "That's it," she said, finally. "I'll talk to Coach Rollins this afternoon at the game. You'll still need to try out, of course, but with your background, it'll be a cinch. Welcome to the team!"
The girls shook hands laughingly over the table. Their sandwiches arrived and they made plans as they ate.
Suzy made Gena promise not to let on to David about Suzy's joining the team. Suzy would find her own way of giving her lover the news all in good time. She would wait patiently for the perfect moment to derive the most satisfaction.
Lunch over, the two friends made their way back to the laundromat to move their finished loads from the washers to the dryers.
Suzy's thoughts were occupied by her excitement at once again playing ball after so long. She hoped she hadn't lost the skills her father had lovingly passed on to her. She felt pretty confident, though. She believed she could already feel the hard, solid impact of wood against leather as a properly wielded bat slammed dead center into an oncoming pitch.
Of course it had been "hardball" that Suzy had played as a child. In softball, the pitches were slower and the ball bigger, so she felt she had nothing at all to worry about. She couldn't wait for her official tryout to prove herself worthy.
She'd show that David a thing or two. Oh, yes, she would, indeed.
At just this moment, an odd thing occurred.
Suzy glanced over at her friend, the girl still rattling on excitedly about Suzy's joining the team, and happened to see a bit of ... something ... slip from Gena's hand as she moved a handful of clothing from the washer containing her "delicates."
While the two girls had been at lunch, the laundromat had become filled with customers. They had returned to find most of the machines already in use and, while Suzy had found an available dryer nearby, the nearest empty dryer Gena could find was way on the other side of the large room.
So Gena was now loading her wet things into her red and blue laundry baskets in order to lug them over to one of the dryers across the room. And, in the process, one of Gena's garments had escaped the transfer to Gena's basket and had fallen unseen to the floor at her feet.
But Suzy had seen it. And she had recognized it at once as the little wet wad of Gena's red silk g-string, the very same small bit of silk that Suzy had caught herself fondling and sniffing at before lunch.
Gena, having gotten her arms around her two stacked baskets of wet washing, grinned at Suzy and staggered off toward the other end of the laundromat.
Without asking herself why, Suzy stooped quickly, retrieved the fallen garment, and dropped it in with her own dryer full of clothes.
The act took just a second, but something about it shamed her into blushing a deep crimson from her ears to her toes. She was doing things today that she didn't understand. But the vague impulse to grab her friend's little red panties had been just too urgent to resist.
Besides, she told herself, she wasn't stealing the g-string. She had simply found Gena's garment lying on the floor and had added it to her own dryer load for convenience sake and she would, of course, return it to her friend when it came time to empty out her dryer at the end of the cycle.
"Oh, you dropped this, Gena," she would say,, matter-of-factly.
"Oh, thank you, Suzy," Gena would say, grateful that her friend had happened to rescue the, no doubt, expensive silk garment.
And that would be the end of it. Right? Right.
But then why did Suzy have a vague notion that Gena would not be getting her lost panties back? Not today, anyway. Why did Suzy suspect that her friend's panties would, in fact, end up going into Suzy's own basket "by mistake," and that Gena might never see her red silk g-string again?
Suzy tried not to wonder about that right now. She simply shoved some quarters into the dryer coin slot, and started it rumbling into action.
Then she went to sit down at one of the long line of plastic chairs arranged along the laundromat's long front window.
Suzy found she was shaking a little. Why? Because she had just stolen a pair of her friend's panties from the wash. What the hell was she thinking of, she asked herself? Somewhere deep within her brain there was probably an answer, but she refused to look for it right now.
Gena had now seated herself just to her right, and was flipping through a fashion magazine from a pile that lay upon a small table nearby. Suzy looked to her left and saw another assortment of magazines lying there on an empty seat. She absently chose one and began paging through the magazine in hopes of distracting herself from her currently troubling thoughts.
Suzy suddenly realized that the magazine she'd picked up was one of the men's magazines that David kept around the apartment. Some man must have left it here; certainly the laundry's management would never have left such a thing lying about.
Suzy had never really looked at one of these magazines, other than glancing at a few outside covers as she straightened up the pile of them that was always cluttering her boyfriend's coffee table.
Now, with nothing else to do, Gena having become so obviously engrossed in her own reading, Suzy found herself examining this particular magazine more closely.
The young woman on the cover appeared to be of about Suzy's own age, but compared with Suzy, the girl was significantly more well-developed than a girl of just nineteen.
The cover girl in question was a blonde, at least at the moment the picture had been made, thought Suzy, with a catty little smile, and the girl had breasts that were much fuller certainly than Suzy's own small, more girlish mounds.
Suzy also noted, with a small degree of jealousy, that the breasts of the woman in question appeared to be absolutely flawless, the taut red nipples looking like ripe, succulent cherries nestled upon the summits of the two soft-looking mounds.
Those hard, ridged nipples would press eagerly into a man's own equally naked chest as insistently as Suzy's little buds did against David's muscular chest as her boyfriend lay close, holding her tightly, fucking her.
David always said he loved the feel of Suzy's nipples. He said he liked to think of them as two little clits, erectly poking at him the same way her actually clit bumped insistently against his hard pubic bone with every hard downthrust of his pounding cock.
Suzy suddenly found herself becoming aroused again, for the zillionth time that day, at the thought of fucking her sweet young boyfriend. As she felt the familiar, slow creep of moisture into her shorts from her quickening snatch, she realized she could never be really angry with David.
Tlow could she hold something as stupid and meaningless as a fragile male vanity against a young man who had given her so much pleasure in bed over the past few months? How could she stay mad at the guy who had fucked her and sucked her and teased her and licked her until she'd been driven screamingly out of her mind with delight time and time again?
She smiled to herself as she absently flipped from the cover of the magazine, which had inspired such thoughts, to a featured photo layout at the magazine's center.
Suzy gave a little sudden intake of breath as she found herself confronted by an image of the very same woman that had been on the magazine's cover. Only this time, the figure of the lush, ripe-breasted young blonde was not even partially draped as it had been on the front cover.
The full page photo on the left-hand size showed the young woman from a low rear angle. She was down on her hands and knees, her naked behind presented openly to the eye of the camera, the bare red lips of a clearly aroused young cunt showing in perfectly focused detail.
Suzy blushed as she realized that the tight-looking rose of the girl's tiny asshole was exposed in detail as well. Never before had Suzy seen the female sexual anatomy of another girl so intimately, even in pictures. It made her feel more than a little uncomfortable. But, at the same time, she found herself unable to look away.
The girl in the photo was looking back over her shoulder at the camera, a small, quiet smile trembling about her breathlessly parted lips, the smile and the girl's kneeling pose an obvious open invitation to an imaginary lover to ram his hard cock up into her waiting pussy from the rear.
How did the photographer get the model's little pussy to look ripe, so pink and wet and open, Suzy wondered? Maybe it was all make-up, but somehow Suzy doubted that particular explanation.
The girl in the photo really did look like she had been aroused to the point where she was indeed ready to be fucked. Maybe the model and the photographer actually were lovers, Suzy speculated.
Maybe the photographer had indeed teased the girl, with loving fingers and tongue, until her eager little pussy was actually wet and tremblingly open.
Maybe after the photo session had ended, the photographer had put down his camera, and then pulled down his pants. Maybe he'd rewarded his model/girlfriend for her willingness and patience by giving her wet pussy what it appeared to be so ready for.
Maybe he'd fucked the girl senseless, until she'd screamed out her orgasm in a joyful cry, her knees beating out a tattoo of passion there on the animal skin rug that was the photo's setting.
With some effort, Suzy finally managed to shift her breathless stare away from the photo of the kneeling female, but she found herself the very next instant looking at the photo on the page opposite.
The same girl was featured here, but lying on her back this time, knees raised, her legs spread wide to reveal an even more intimate close-up of the girl's tender, blonde-fringed pink snatch. The glistening lips were parted even farther in this shot, giving the world a clear view even of a considerable portion the wide-open pink cunt channel beyond.
Suzy stared at this new photo and found herself absolutely fascinated. It was beautiful, she realized! Absolutely beautiful!
A girl's cunt was beautiful!
David had always told her that her own little pussy was pretty, but Suzy had somehow doubted him. He said those things because he loved her. Like most girls, Suzy, no matter how modem and liberated she considered herself to be, was still a little uncertain about her looks, especially about the appearance of this, her most intimate bodily asset.
But now Suzy realized that it was true. A pussy, a cunt, a snatch, could indeed be beautiful. In fact, the pussy in the photo before her now was so beautiful it made Suzy want to cry.
Then Suzy found herself jarred suddenly by a flashing image. It was the image of her friend Gena's red silk g-string!
Suddenly, in her mind, it was Gena's g-string--the intimate garment that Suzy had stolen just a short while before, and that was now tumbling together with Suzy's own panties and clothes that the previously unadorned young blonde in the photo was wearing.
Something else, too. The young woman no longer appeared, in Suzy's mind, to be a blonde. The soft-looking fringe of close-trimmed pussy curl peaking out at either side of the tiny triangle of red silk ... was now a deep, midnight black.
As black as the hair of Suzy's friend ... Gena!
CHAPTER THREE
It didn't take Suzy long to decide what she would do with all her free time that summer. She would join Gena's girls' softball team. The summer season was just starting, and she had only missed one game.
It was true, she hadn't actually played ball for quite a long time, not since the preceding summer when she'd worked out with her famous dad and played with the neighborhood gang at the local park.
And she'd never played softball at all. Her father, being a pro in big league baseball, had always refused to so much as fool around with a softball. He claimed it might dull his edge in the "real" game.
But Suzy was quite confident that once she got out on the field and got a sense of the game's parameters, she'd do just fine. After all, the principles of the games were pretty much the same, so she saw no. difficulties in making the adjustment.
There might be some real fireworks, though, when she finally got around to telling David that he was not going to be the only athlete in the house this summer.
Suzy knew her boyfriend had neglected to tell her of the existence of a summer ball team for girls on campus because he didn't want his sweet little girlfriend, the girl who was sharing his apartment-and his bed-for the long summer, to come into competition with him in his favorite sport, even though the two would not be on the same or even competing teams.
Well, he was simply going to have to get used to the idea of treating his new girlfriend as an equal, as hard as that might be for a guy his age to do.
Secretly, Suzy suspected she might indeed outshine David if it ever came down to the two of them actually meeting in competition across a hall field. But since any direct contest of that nature was not in question, that strain on her guy's fragile ego, and, therefore, on their relationship, need never become a worry.
As for when she would get around to telling David about her going out for softball, that was something Suzy would determine later. She'd have to do it delicately, she realized. She wanted to make a point of declaring her independence as a modern young female without hurting the young man she loved.
"Maybe I'll do it in the middle of a blow job," she thought to herself, smiling. Pretty tough for a guy to get angry with a girl who has his hard cock in her warm, wet mouth.
Anyway, she'd work out that problem when the time came. For now, Suzy needed to go through the formalities of "trying out" for Gena's team. Gena had arranged for her friend to meet the girls at the team's next regular practice, set for the first Wednesday after the two had discussed the whole idea at the laundromat.
Remembering that occasion now prompted Suzy's remembrance of that photo layout in the girlie magazine she'd flipped through while waiting for the clothes dryers to cycle, and the disturbing way the naked young woman in the photo had somehow transformed itself in Suzy's mind into a clear image of her friend Gena, the darker-haired girl lying, legs splayed and naked save for the thin strip of a red silk g-string, the same g-string that Suzy had impulsively "borrowed" a few minutes before, when it had fallen accidentally from her friend's laundry basket.
Suzy hadn't begun to come to terms with why in the world she had suddenly envisioned her friend lying there naked in place of the girl in that nasty photo, or why in heaven's name she had dropped her friend's g-string panties into her own wash load.
And Suzy still had no idea why, once her dryer load was done, she had not returned the small red panties to their owner when she came upon the little bit of silk as she fluffed and folded. For some reason, she had just grabbed up the intimate garment when her friend was not looking and Stuffed it quickly into a front pocket of the tight, white shorts she wore.
The little wadded bulge of the panties hidden away in her pocket had rubbed teasingly at Suzy's upper thigh as the two girls went about gathering together their baskets, soap and finished laundry for their separate trips home.
Suzy had felt as if the stolen panties were giving off a heat that might be seen in waves radiating from her shorts' high-cut leg opening on that side, nearly burning her tender thigh and forcing her to fight away an embarrassing, almost irresistible impulse to blush.
Also, for some equally inexplicable reason, she felt the tissues of her inner cunt beginning to moisten under the material of her shorts, which she had worn without panties today, so that everything but the shorts and the clingy tube top she wore could go into the wash.
All she could think of as a cause for this particular reaction was the rampant sexual activity she had been involved in with David since she'd moved in with him a few weeks back.
All that fucking and sucking, night after night and day after day, must be training her little pussy to expect attention all the time now. It was a shame that David wasn't around now to take advantage of her body's hungry eagerness, thought Suzy. God, her clit was beginning to feel on fire!
Suzy knew she had to get home pretty quickly, or else the girl-cream she felt bubbling up inside her would begin to seep through the unprotected crotch of her tight shorts. Anybody around to see then would know immediately that the hot girl with the wet pants was in a state of obvious heat.
Suzy really felt herself begin to blush now.
There was no way to fight it this time. She thought she might not make it to her car, she was so rattled.
She said a hasty good-bye to Gena, promising to call her friend soon, for details about her softball tryouts, then loaded up and headed for her own car. She stumbled, and nearly dropped an entire basket of her clean clothes. And when she was safe, alone behind the wheel, she had to sit for a moment and wait for her head to cease the slow, wide spin it had begun.
As she waited for her heart rate to drop a bit, Suzy noticed her friend Gena was almost at her own car now. Her eyes automatically followed the wiggling lush hips of the girl as her friend moved down the sidewalk.
The shorts Gena wore were nearly as tight as the pair Suzy wore, but Gena's were homemade cut-offs of faded blue denim, and frayed around the leg openings. One hip pocket was artfully ripped, Suzy noticed, and with every step the other girl took, the loose-hanging little flap of blue seemed to give a jaunty little wave, a kind of beckoning motion.
Suzy shook her head, trying once again to escape these strange impressions that were floating around unregulated at the outer edges of her awareness.
"Maybe I'm coming down with something," she thought, finally. That must be it. She only hoped that whatever it was that she'd obviously caught, she'd be over it soon and that she'd be okay in time for her softball tryouts later that week.
Suzy started up then, put her car into gear and started back for the apartment.
But even after she'd returned home, Suzy found that her quickly triggered horniness had not in the least subsided. Again she wished David were there. The handsome young man wouldn't have hesitated a moment.
At Suzy's slightest hint of invitation, he would have had both his pants and hers off in a flash. An instant later, he would be once again fucking that long, hard, magnificent prick of his up inside her tender young pussy, giving it the sweet attention it so desperately craved.
As she stood alone now in the apartment's bedroom, Suzy suddenly felt her heated cunt about to release the first initial spurt of lubrication that would begin the natural feminine process of turning a girl's innocent young snatch into a slippery cavern of wanton desire. She managed to whip off her shorts in the barest nick of time to save them from being drenched.
The warm summer breeze from the open bedroom window fluttered the slightly parted curtains that hung there, and a moment later, Suzy could feel the motion of the warm air teasing at the wispy tendrils of closely trimmed dark pussy hair that surrounded the delicate lips of her exposed cunt.
These lower lips were wet now and the curls of her neat bush seemed to become slowly erect, glistening slightly now with the moisture that was beginning to trickle out down there.
God, she felt herself on fire! Oh, David, she thought. David, I need you! I need you now!
If David were there, he not only would have finished fucking her into a fierce orgasm by now, he would have dropped down afterward, even before her own sweet cum had fully run its course, and would now be busily tickling the tender flesh of her achy little cunt with that skillful tongue of his.
Suzy guessed that the only real way a cute guy like David could have learned to fuck and suck and cream a girl the way he did was through lots and lots of experience with a lot of other girls before her. She had never asked for, and he had never volunteered, any information about his past romantic encounters, and Suzy couldn't say she cared really.
As long as she was the girl he was fucking right now, as long as it was she that he was ramming his hard young cock into all night, every night, as long as it was she who he made scream and claw and howl out her orgasmic delight, then, how could she, or any girl, ask for more?
But right now, David was not here. He was out getting ready for the afternoon's ball game. He was not here to use that talented tongue of his to lap up the clear sweet girl juice that was welling up within the tight, slippery confines of her poor little cunt.
He was not here to pump out Suzy's cums with that big manly prick of his. He was not here to fuck her the way she craved.
Suzy had a sudden thought of getting into her little car, driving out to the campus ballpark, dragging her handsome young stud from his position on the practice field and fucking him wildly under the wooden bleachers behind home s plate.
Or maybe she'd just throw him down right on the pitcher's mound at the center of the dirt diamond, mount her man, and then ride him to a screaming orgasm right there in front of the whole team.
Suzy was extremely hot now, too hot for turning back. There would be no ravishing of her muscular young boyfriend in the middle of the ball field, of course.
But somebody was damn sure going to get ravished! A girl just couldn't get her hot cunny all fired up like crazy and then just go about her business like nothing was bothering her. Not when she'd gotten herself as aroused as Suzy Foster was right now.
Suzy knew from experience that she was going to have to drain at least three or four tingly girl cums from her throbbing little cunt before she'd be capable of even so much as walking for the rest of the afternoon.
And there was no one around to do the job but Suzy herself. But Suzy was a resourceful young woman and had acquired skills at pleasing herself.
So, pulling her tight fitting tube top over her head and tossing it aside, Suzy slipped naked into a kneeling position on the thick section of carpet by the bed, and purringly began the familiar process of her own self-seduction.
No sooner had her knees settled into the soft nap of the carpet than the surging wetness within her young cunt spurted once more, this time in eager anticipation for the private girl games now to begin.
Suzy caught these glistening diamond droplets in the cupping palm of her right hand as she bent forward to reward her waiting pussy with the attentions it craved. The soft surface of her palm pressed now tenderly at the infinitely softer tissues of her crying girl lips, bringing a deep shiver of excitement rippling up through her from the heart of her young womanhood to the trembling erect nipples of her soft breasts.
Suzy's left hand crept up to cup lovingly at the ripe apple of her right breast, her arm pressing against the breast that remained exposed so that some attention was devoted to the stimulation of both, and the combination of pressure against these sweet, cherry-nippled mounds and the insistent press of hand against bare cunt flesh made the girl dizzy with desire.
A low soft whine, like a young kitten begging for the caress of a loving master, rose in Suzy's throat as the hand between her legs began a slow, sensuous circular motion, a motion that would gradually accelerate until it had become a blur of pure motion as it sought to bring her masturbation to its sure and certain conclusion.
But for now the movement of palm on pussy mouth was slow, each regular change of direction as it circled inspiring a reflective reaction in the young woman.
She whimpered and moaned, and now and again gasped in a harsh undertone as some infinitesimal tack of motion brought on a particularly excruciating thrill.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... David! Yeah, babeeeeee," she moaned low in her throat, her body beginning to sway upon her knees. "Gonna make me cum, baby? Gonna make your baby cummmmmm?"
But somehow the image of her young male lover wouldn't stay locked in her imagination. The picture kept blurring, making it difficult for her to bring the fantasy close enough to trigger the orgasm that she so very much needed.
Somehow, the image of David's huge cock didn't seem to be enough for her this time, and that was very odd indeed. Usually, the mere thought of that rock-hard organ standing out straight before her hungry, waiting mouth, or standing upright, erect and ready for her to impale her eager young cunt on, would have her right at the edge of a convulsive masturbatory climax in no time.
But now, try as she might, the conclusive spasms that would had brought her relief from her torment seemed to recede before her, just as each time the vision of David Purcell seemed to waver and become indistinct.
Suzy whined in frustration, her cunt swelling almost painfully as what felt like an entire lake of wetness flowed forth to slicken the hand that was doing its best to bring her body to orgasm.
It wasn't working. God, she felt like her small cunt was going to explode under the constantly building and as yet unrelieved pressure. Her pussy felt absolutely on fire, though there was no danger of fire to something that wet.
Suzy felt a quivery little tingling deep within her loins, a slight twinge at the far depths of her cunt, the sure sign of an oncoming belly cramp of frustrated excitement. She knew she had to do something now, or her orgasm might well elude her the rest of the day, and Suzy simply could not face the thought of a long hot afternoon sitting in the bleachers watching her young man play softball with her aching cunt crying softly the whole time for a cock, a tongue, anything to satisfy the sharp, stabbing twinges of tension there.
Suddenly, without quite knowing why, both Suzy's hands darted for the short pants she'd peeled off a few moments before. The next instant, it was in her hand. Her girlfriend Gena's little red g-string. The soft smooth silk of the garment seemed to cry out to something somewhere inside Suzy's brain with an insistency as great as the imaginary cries of want from her trembling and gushing little cunt mouth.
Suzy didn't hesitate to analyze the meaning of the situation. She simply stepped into the tiny pair of panties, pulling them up tight, until the narrow piece of silk cupped her soaking snatch like a second skin, the thin strip at the rear slicing into the sweet divide of her taut little behind until she could feel part of it pressing insistently at the tight opening of her asshole.
Almost instantly, Suzy felt a change. Her heart rate increased. Her nipples tightened with a swiftness that caused her to gasp sharply. A fresh gush of sweet girl cream spurted forth to soak the crotch of the tightfitting garment as her pussy and clit began to swell suddenly.
Suzy fell to her knees again, her head falling forward until it rested on the edge of her mattress for support as she felt the rise of what she immediately sensed was going to possibly be the most intense, most severe, most gut-wrenching cum of her young life.
Suzy didn't have the presence of mind to wonder about why putting on an intimate garment belonging to one of her best friends was proving to be the trigger of her much needed release. Lost in a fog of almost terminal arousal, Suzy was unable to think of anything at all other than the onrushing train of her orgasm. Whether it would carry her away to Paradise, or crush her beneath its churning red-hot iron wheels, leaving her wasted by a pleasure too intense, too blissful to survive, she didn't care.
Suzy just wanted to cum! To cum hard! To cum so hard and long that she'd perhaps never be the same afterward! It was a risk she was more than willing to take.
Suzy's moment was arriving now, and she whimpered pitifully, knowing it full well. Her head came up from the mattress edge where she'd been pressing it. Her back began a slow, irrepressible, spine-stretching bend backward as she rolled backwards, her knees shifting further apart for support.
Then, her spine locking suddenly, Suzy felt the first breath of the onrush of a truly mind-blowing orgasm. It was like the first fresh cold exhalation of a freezer door opened onto the hottest of summer days, and the exposed skin of the naked young woman who stood just outside that door suddenly erupted into a mass of goose flesh.
It was the last sensation Suzy felt before she emitted her first scream of delight. "Aaaaaaaaaa!"
It might have been-a cry of torment or of pleasure, but no torment-could have been so intense.
Suzy's body shot straight up, bent slowly over, and shot straight up again as another convulsive spasm deep within her cunt caused her to scream again. And again the process was repeated. A full three crashing, screaming eruptions of pure pleasure had racked Suzy's body before she had fallen over onto her back, the thick nap of the carpet cushioning her fall.
And still her masturbatory orgasm continued. But was it, after all, an orgasm due to masturbation? Sure, Suzy had begun this frantic private sex session with the direct-intent of jacking herself off. But her hands had seemed unable to bring her passions to fruition.
But after she had donned her friend Gena's little silk g-string panties, panties she had stolen from the other girl's wash, Suzy's hands had not come backinto direct play between her legs. They hadn't had to.
The wearing of her friend's panties alone had triggered Suzy's orgasm. Was it the tight pressure of the tight red silk against her hotly aroused little clit and pussy lips that had sent the girl careening off into the heavens? Or was there something else about stepping into her girlfriend's panties that had set Suzy off?
Whatever the reason, it was beyond Suzy's mind to analyze the problem at the moment. She was too busy wriggling and writhing about on the bedroom floor, bucking and squealing her way through her blinding-hot orgasm, tossing and convulsing tearfully, and dampening the thick carpet all around with the wide-sprinkled, spattering juices that sprayed through the thin red silk covering her blissfully spasming young cunt.
The sun was the brightest Suzy could remember and the air dusty with early summer warmth as she walked onto the ball field to begin her official tryouts for the Brant College women's softball team.
Suzy had chosen a brief pair of tight, blue denim shorts and a matching thin denim work shirt as her uniform of the day. The sleeves of her shirt were rolled up far enough to display her well-developed, though still feminine biceps to great advantage. As she walked, the muscular fitness of her long, tanned legs was apparent as well.
The "Curves" were all out in force, tossing balls back and forth, engaging in batting practice and calling out encouragement to each other in loud, cheerful voices that indicated that team spirit was not something this team lacked.
They were big girls, mostly, Suzy noticed, as she made her way from the lot to the small knot of girls gathered behind the tall fence near the home team bench area.
Suzy recognized her friend Gena among this group, looking pretty in her Brant team uniform, her big, full breasts bulging proudly beneath the blue-striped white shirt, her hips wide and womanly in the matching shorts. The girl saw Suzy approaching, and tapped a big-shouldered blonde at her side to direct her attention toward Suzy as well.
The big blonde watched with a look of careful appraisement in her eyes, as if she were critically judging each aspect of this prospective new player's movement and coordination. Suzy felt as if the young woman were exercising a highly trained ability to judge a girl's ball playing skills as accurately as an experienced horse trainer would judge a young mare about to be delivered into her charge."
Suzy could feel the woman's cool blue eyes studying her every aspect. She imagined she felt the actual touch of their probe on every part of her body, along her tanned exposed flesh, and even into the muscles of those intimate areas concealed by her tight denim shorts and shirt.
No portion of Suzy's young body was left unexamined. Suzy even felt certain that the size of her small breasts were being taken into consideration as the woman worked up her assessment of Suzy's potential.
Never had Suzy felt as closely examined by another woman in her life, accept maybe for the female gynecologist she and her mother visited regularly. But, still, this was different somehow, a first of sorts. There was something in Coach Rollins's intent study that was totally unique in Suzy's youthful experience. It didn't bother her, didn't make her uncomfortable in any way. It was simply odd.
"Hi, Suzy!" called Gena, as Suzy came within earshot. "Glad you could make it!"
"Hi!" Suzy answered, as she joined the group. "Thanks for the chance to try out!"
"Suzy, this is Bonnie Rollins," said Gena, beginning the introductions. "Ms. Rollins is coach of the 'Curves.' She also teaches freshman Phys-Ed, though I don't think you had her this year, Suzy. Ms. Rollins, this is Suzy Foster."
"Hi," said Suzy, still very aware of the young woman's guarded appraisal. It was apparent that Ms. Bonnie Rollins was not too happy with the prospect of breaking in a new player now that the team already had two games behind it. Summer softball was an unofficial team sport at Brant College, but it was clear that at least Coach Rollins took the sport very seriously indeed.
It was equally clear that Suzy's tryout today was no mere formality; if Suzy was going to join the Curves she was going to go out of her way to prove herself worthy.
"Well," said the coach, facing Suzy coolly, hands on her hips in a no-nonsense attitude. "Let's see what you can do. What do you want to do first, fielding or hitting?"
"Fielding," answered Suzy instantly. She knew her batting was above all her strongest point, and she decided to save it for last.
"All right," said the coach. "Grab a glove." She called to the players already scattered about the field, announcing a practice inning, and the girls obediently took their positions. "Suzy, you take right field to start out. Then we'll see how you do closer in."
Suzy nodded, accepted a glove and a brief hug of encouragement from her friend Gena, and then trotted out to right field. Coach Rollins called up a big redhead that Suzy later learned the girls all called "Eddie," and motioned to home plate.
Suzy saw the coach indicate Suzy's position in right field, and knew that the woman was directing the redhead to hit everything toward her. This girl must be some hitter, thought Suzy. A moment later, her guess was proved correct.
A slow, easy pitch was met by the red-haired girl with a crack that could probably have been heard a block away, and the ball became a small white dot that arched but into space directly toward right field. Suzy shaded her eyes momentarily against the bright sun, and then calmly reached up to snag the down-dropping ball, almost without moving a step in any direction.
This was too easy, thought Suzy, and Coach Rollins apparently agreed, because Suzy saw the woman step toward the red-headed batter with further instructions. Suzy guessed that the following hit would be a longer shot, designed to make her have to run out back for it.
Suzy was right. The next crack of Eddie's bat sent the ball rocketing far out over Suzy's position. But Suzy was ready for it, and she gloved the ball with her back nearly against one of the tall pine trees that marked home run territory.
A few more hits that sent Suzy running busily here and there, and Coach Rollins was apparently satisfied that Suzy could, indeed, field with the best of them.
Then Suzy was moved in to play shortstop, and a completely unique set of skills had to come into play. This time the redhead's dynamic power slam fired the ball right at her, nearly level to the ground. Suzy planted herself firmly in its way and caught it with a glove-burning smack that stung her hand.
The next, dozen hits sent Suzy darting nimbly to the left or to the right to snag hard-charging meteors that just couldn't seem to escape her. The final one nearly got past her, but she threw herself in its way, tumbling to the ground as she made the legal catch, her now sweat-soaked young body rolling up in the dust as she threw the intercepted ball quickly back toward home plate, another test passed with perfection.
It was an expression of startled respect that , Suzy now saw on the face of the coach of the Brant College Curves as she followed the older woman's motion to join her at home plate.
There was also a clear look of approval from Eddie as the red-headed star hitter relinquished her bat to Suzy, with the final test of her tryout for the team about to begin.
Suzy could feel the familiar sensation of sweat drying on her tan skin as she readied herself at the plate. The smell of the dust, the sweet, musky scent of her own effort and eager excitement bringing back pleasant memories of all those neighborhood games she'd played with her father throughout her youth, and even though she hadn't played since the preceding summer, Suzy somehow knew she was standing right where she should be, at the baseline, waiting for the pitch she knew with absolute assurance that she would knock completely out of the park.
The pitch came, and with a crack like thunder, the ball was gone, and Suzy was suddenly surrounded by a girlish flock of her teammates, slapping her back and hugging and shouting the praises of the newest member of the Brant College Curves.
Standing somewhat to the side, Coach Bonnie Rollins was watching the churning pack of dusty, sweaty young girl flesh with a look that held something more than the simple appreciation of a proud coach for a potentially winning team.
And it was that very same something that quickened the woman's heartbeat and shortened her breath as she called for her team to load up their equipment ... and head for the locker room showers.
CHAPTER FOUR
Still accepting the enthusiastic praises of a dozen dusty girls, Suzy followed her new teammates into the locker room. Rows of lockers, divided by long, polished, fixed wooden benches led to the large shower room beyond.
Steam soon billowed forth from this shower room as the girls eagerly stripped away their sweaty uniforms and dashed naked and giggling into the humid, tile-lined chamber.
Suzy peeled off her own soiled shirt and tight denim shorts, glad she had decided to wear panties to her tryouts. Although confident she would be accepted by the team now, she had not expected the invitation to join in their use of the team facilities at this early date.
Suzy was familiar with the Brant College women's locker room, of course, from the PhysEd class she'd taken the previous session. She had even been assigned a locker here, like the rest of her classmates, but she'd rarely used the showers there, preferring the comfort of her own dorm building only a short walk away.
Suzy stood by this same locker now, empty except for a spare pair of gym socks, shorts, "Brant Women Do It All Semester" T-shirt and a spare towel, and tossed her dusty clothing inside before slamming the small metal door and walking naked into the dim shower room.
Through the thick clouds of steam, she saw her sister teammates standing under the sprays of a dozen or so spurting shower heads. There was a generous amount of towel snapping and catcalling going on, activities inherent in any locker room gathering of young athletes, the intimacy of athletic competition always breeding such healthy camaraderie.
As Suzy stepped beneath a vacant shower head, she noticed three figures in particular, amid the various clusters of naked young women. After a moment she recognized one of the three as her friend Gena, and one of the others as Coach Rollins. There was another girl with these two, and all three were sharing the same single shower spray, even though identical fixtures were readily available for use on each side the one they were using.
Suzy watched as the three young women busily soaped themselves, laughing together and talking above the noise of the spray, although, from her own position across the shower room, Suzy could not make out the content of their happy exchange.
This display gave Suzy an opportunity to more' closely appraise the young woman who was the coach of the Brant College Curves.
Coach Rollins appeared to be about thirty years of age, though her body was every bit as taut and well-maintained as any of the members of her team, the median age of these younger women being about nineteen or twenty.
Suzy saw that the older woman also shared the generous build of most of her players. She was solid and big, with wide, womanly hips and lush, full breasts, the ripe red-looking nipples of which were now swollen to hard, quarter-inch points at their summits. Her thick, blonde hair looked like wet fire as it steamed along her back with the running hot water, and even in the fog of the steamy shower, her big ice-blue eyes glittered as two points of bright color in the billowing mist.
The woman smiled and chuckled at something Gena Billings was saying to her as Suzy's gaze shifted to the naked figure of her dark-haired friend.
Suzy had never before seen Gena Billings naked, and now her eyes drank in the sight their showering together offered. Like Coach Rollins, Gena was a big girl. Dark hair flowing thick and full, her ponytail unleashed now, which it rarely ever was. Suzy even suspected the girl slept with it that way. Large, lush breasts, and big dark eyes that held the depth of midnight. That is, when they were not twinkling, as if with some amusing, closely held secret.
The third girl sharing in the innocent threesome beneath the small waterfall of the shower was a complete stranger to Suzy. Built much like Suzy herself, this girl was somewhat smaller than the average member of the Curves.
She was as blonde as Bonnie Rollins, but in this case the lengthy threads of bright yellow that streaked down from her head held a more gossamer fineness, so that her long tresses seemed to float about in the steamy air before the streaming water had flattened them into a vein of purest gold, a tight bright cap against her scalp, that ran down between her dark-tanned shoulder blades and finally trickled away to nothing at the very top of the sweet divide of the girl's cute, taut little behind.
And when this unknown young woman turned beneath the shower's spray, the front of her trim body coming into view, Suzy noted that the small patch of close-trimmed fur between the girl's almost coltish thighs appeared to be as brightly golden as her tresses above.
As for the girl's breasts, they were of a comparable size with Suzy's. They were small and pear-shaped.
But, of the three girls, it was to the naked figure of her friend Gena that Suzy's eyes seemed most insistently drawn, almost magnetically. Suzy noted, with some surprised embarrassment, that many aspects of her friend's figure pretty much matched up with the image she'd conjured up as she had pictured her friend lying naked except for her pair of red silk g-string panties.
The thought made Suzy blush, especially since that same intimate garment, the one she herself had stolen, was at this very moment lying hidden beneath the mattress in David's apartment, the mattress she and her boyfriend were sharing for the summer.
Suzy also found it a bit uncomfortable to remember that she had found her mind drifting to thoughts of those same purloined panties, lying secretly beneath her, as David had fucked her through about a half dozen orgasms just the night before.
Although it had been her boyfriend's hard cock that had been pounding her pussy from one screaming hot cum to the next, Suzy half-suspected that it had somehow been thoughts of her being fucked over Gena's panties that had triggered a few of those cunt-thrilling climaxes.
Suzy abruptly roused herself from these disturbing thoughts-thoughts that seemed to be following her everywhere these days-just as she became aware of a small swelling and tingling now in the tissues of her tender young cunt.
This was ridiculous, she chided herself! It was one thing to fuck her boyfriend to the thoughts of her best friend's panties hidden beneath the mattress, but it was quite another to be standing in a shower room full of naked young woman and finding her pussy getting hot!
It was silly! What was she turning into, some kind of lesbian?
That last thought really made her laugh. No chance of that, Suzy grinned to herself. Not with a girl who loved cock as much as she did.
Still, Suzy made an effort not to so much as glance in the direction of her naked young teammates as she rushed to finished her own shower and head for the spare clean clothes that waited for her in her locker.
That night, after an early dinner with David, and after she'd tucked him in for a long, night-before-the-game snooze-"fucked" him in, more accurately; she'd ridden him through two orgasms of his own and three for her before letting him alone to rest-Suzy decided to walk down the block to Gena's house for a little evening girl talk.
Her impromptu visit had an ulterior motive, however, in that Suzy had decided to return the panties she'd stolen from her friend's wash.
Suzy had wrestled with the indefinable motives for her theft long enough, she concluded, and now was the time to put an end to the odd intrigue, by returning the booty in question this very evening.
She would simply, innocently, tell Gena that the small garment had somehow gotten into her laundry basket by mistake and that she, having just now discovered the error, was now returning the panties.
There would be no cause for suspicion, and, therefore, no cause for embarrassment.
So, with the tiny strip of red silk in one of the deep pockets of the baggy, black cotton paratrooper style pants she had pulled on, along with a blue sleeveless T-shirt, with nothing underneath, following a long, refreshing post-fuck shower, Suzy strolled purposefully down the sidewalk of the pleasant residential block to the house of her friend Gena, anxious to have the whole affair of the stolen panties over and done with as soon as possible.
As she approached the small single-story house, Suzy saw that Gena's porch light was turned out, but through the front window she could see lights on in the living room, and there was light coming from the hallway leading to the back bedrooms as well.
Suzy pressed the small button by the door, but instead of the usual harsh drone of the buzzer, she heard nothing at all from within. She guessed that the doorbell must have burned out since her last visit, so she knocked lightly on the door itself.
But Gena did not appear at the door, and after several more tries, Suzy turned to leave, feeling frustrated that, after taking all day to work up her courage, she had been thwarted in her plans and so would have to work herself up all over again to try at another time.
Then she had another idea. She faced the door again, and this time instead of knocking, she grasped the knob and turned it to see if the door was locked. The knob turned freely.
Suzy hesitated a moment, wondering whether she should simply walk in. Then she remembered how Gena had suffered absolutely no qualms about just walking into David's house, even while Suzy and he had been openly fucking in the living room.
Well, if Gena could simply stroll into her friend's living room, disturbing her at such an intimate moment, just to borrow something, then Suzy figured that she herself was more than justified in entering Gena's house unannounced in order to return a misplaced piece of laundry.
So deciding, Suzy pushed open Gena's front door and stepped inside. The living room was quiet, but there was a faint sound of music coming from down the hallway, which led to the back bedrooms. That was why Gena hadn't heard her knock, thought Suzy. Gena was in her bedroom, with the stereo going.
Suzy would simply go down the hall, moving quietly so as not to startle her friend, and tap lightly on Gena's door to announce her presence.
It was easy to walk quietly in the thick carpeted hallway, and she made hardly a sound as she approached the partially opened door on the right, the one Suzy knew from previous visits lead into Gena's room.
But before Suzy reached the door, an odd sound from within made her freeze in her steps. It was a faint sound coming from her friend's bedroom, a light whimpering and mewing that barely reached her ears.
Suzy stood in her place, her ears straining to decipher what she was hearing. It could actually have been a cat, from the highly pitched, trilling note of the small cry.
Then the sound shifted somewhat lower in pitch and higher in volume, and this time Suzy recognized the sound at once. It was the crying voice of her friend Gena!
But there was clearly something wrong with her friend. She was wailing softly, like she might be in pain. Perhaps her friend was ill, thought Suzy. Maybe Gena needed a doctor and had been too sick to phone someone for help. If that was the case, Suzy should enter her friend's room at once and offer to help her.
Just as Suzy had made up her mind to move quickly to check on the situation, an additional sound registered within her ears.
Another voice was coming from Gena's room, a whispery female voice that blended with Gena's small whimpering cries. This whisperer was speaking too low for Suzy to pick up specific words, but her intensity and tone seemed to vary from a quiet, though somehow harsh insistency to a more soothing tone that implied comfort and understanding.
Suzy stepped forward, cautiously, careful to keep her movements silent now that her concern for her friend's welfare was not as urgent, now that she had evidence that the girl was not alone in the room.
She had just reached the edge of the doorjamb, and was about to peer into the room through the inch-wide crack in the partly opened doorway, when an even louder cry from Gena startled her once again into motionlessness.
"Huhnnnnnnn! Yeah! Ohhhhhhhh, dooooo it."
What on earth was going on in there?, Suzy wondered. But an instant later, the obvious answer came to her.
Gena was having sex with someone. Gena had a boyfriend in the room and was engaged in a little early evening sex play.
Suzy found herself blushing furiously at this new realization. This was what she got for walking into someone's house unannounced. It was what she absolutely deserved. She deserved to be discovered by her friend, lurking outside Gena's bedroom door like some kind of peeping Tom while her friend was making love with a boyfriend in the supposed privacy of her own home.
It was outrageous. Suzy was just preparing to move silently back up the hallway, hoping to slip quietly back out the front door and avoid the embarrassment of being discovered in her voyeuristic position, when another thought struck her, causing her to hesitate once again there on the threshold of her friend's bedroom door.
Boyfriend? Suzy hadn't been aware of a boyfriend in Gena's life. Suzy had never noticed Gena out in public with any guy in particular.
Suzy had gathered from the way her friend talked so openly about all aspects of sex that surely she was an active participant in the sport that she seemed to know so much about.
But still, Suzy had never seen her Mend with a guy. In fact, whenever Suzy saw Gena out at any of the many on-campus activities, or any of the student party places around in town, she seemed to always be in the company of one of her many other girlfriends, some of which Suzy had recently recognized as members of the Brant women's softball team.
Of course, there was nothing at all odd about a girl hanging out with her sister students. The women at Brant College hung together all the time. The school was, in fact, well known for its proud commitment to its women's programs, and that particular tradition acted as a very particular draw for the college's more serious female applicants.
But this never having been officially introduced to her friend Gena's lover, never having so much as caught a glimpse of him even, stimulated a sudden irresistible curiosity in Suzy Foster as she stood listening just outside her friend's bedroom door.
Well, here was a perfect opportunity for Suzy to see Gena's guy for herself. She could snatch a quick peek through the open door crack, and then she could silently leave, just as she'd intended a moment before.
A twinge of guilt tugged at Suzy conscience, as she found herself actually contemplating grabbing a look at her friend at such a moment of intimate privacy, but it was only a small twinge, one that she easily expelled with the remembrance of that time Gena had walked in on her and David fucking on the living room floor.
That time, Gena had stood calmly by and watched as David had fucked her friend into a red-hot orgasm there on the floor. She had even applauded comically when the couple had collapsed after their rampant cumming. And through it all, Gena had shown no embarrassment or shame whatsoever.
So what did Suzy have to be hesitant about?
So what if she were caught even? Gena certainly couldn't complain, after her own shameless actions, and probably wouldn't even think of doing so anyway. Knowing Gena the way Suzy did, the girl would probably only be offended if Suzy failed to give her friend's lascivious efforts the applause they deserved.
So, determined to take advantage of the opportunity she'd been presented, Suzy screwed up her courage, and began moving forward to where her eye could peer through the open crack of the bedroom door.
A warm low light was glowing softly from within. The cries of her friend at the pleasures she was no doubt experiencing had settled down a bit now. Suzy imagined that Gena's lover was well-practiced at his art, and had toned down his intimate attentions to the body of Suzy's friend, delaying what Gena's sudden earlier cry had signaled as a fast approaching orgasm.
The thought made Suzy even more intensely curious as to the identity of the young man in question, and as her eye finally came within close proximity to the narrow crack between door and jamb, she found herself growing breathless in excited anticipation.
What Suzy saw when her eye was at last even with the open crack startled her with an intensity she had never experienced.
Gena was in bed ... with another girl!
Suzy blinked rapidly in an unconscious effort to clear away the image she was seeing before her, which had to be a mirage of some kind, didn't it? But no, the girl bare; and lying spread-eagle upon the white-sheeted queen-size bed in Gena's room was, in fact, her dark-haired friend, Gena Billings.
And the naked figure who-lay across the bed perpendicular to Gena was, in fact, that of another female.
Suzy stood frozen into a scandalized statue, staring with wide eyes through the narrow door crack at the forbidden tableau before her.
Gena lay upon her bed as naked as she could be, her legs parted wide to the. girl who lay between those open thighs, the other's face mere inches from the wet-looking cleft of Gena's sable-fringed young snatch.
A slight shift of Suzy's gaze showed that this other girl, who's own sex was as readily presented to Suzy's view from the rear, was obviously as wetly aroused as the girl she was erotically attending to. In the sweet divide of this stranger's small, taut behind, just below the tiny rose of her young asshole, the glistening slit of her pink little pussy shown teasingly from its sparse bed of close-trimmed gold.
The unknown girl wriggled a bit as Suzy watched her, no doubt considerably aroused herself by what she was doing to Gena, lying spread-eagle before her. As Suzy watched, a small, slow trembling seemed to shiver the twin cheeks of this girl's naked behind, and a small trickle of her clear girl juices dribbled down from the pulsing snatch at her center.
Suzy's gaze moved upward from this strangely exotic sight in time to see Gena begin a slow writhing of her own. Her entire body seemed to enter into a long, sensuous stretching motion, her tanned arms reaching far above her head, as a girl might do upon awaking from a long, deep sleep.
Then Suzy saw Gena's hands suddenly make a grab for the headboard, which they found and then clutched onto, holding on desperately, as if for dear life. Gena's dark, tousled head arched back along with the rest of her, her spine forming a tight upbending bow, as if she were a living bridge attempting to span a wide, rapid river.
Gena seemed to. strain for a long, long moment in that arched, tightly held position, and Suzy could readily ascertain why. The girl who lay between Gena's open thighs was working a single forefinger in a small, teasing circle about the tender wet tissues near the top of Gena's pink pussy slit, surrounding Gena's young clit, which Suzy could see erect and angry red.
The girl between Gena's legs was teasing Suzy's young friend, masturbating her really, sending her trembling toward a devastating cum!
As Gena held still in her arched position, as if charged into tense motionlessness by a strong electric current, Suzy's own pussy seemed to come to life as well, her body somehow remembering similar teasings at the summit of her own sweet young clit, either at the fingers of her lover David, or at her own hands.
A twinge of jealousy caused Suzy 's poor little pussy to give a small spasm that trembled her hips and made her tender snatch cry a single tear of excitement into her tight panties.
Before Suzy could analyze her body's naughty response, a sharper cry from within Gena's bedroom startled the thought from her head.
"Kareeeeeeeeee! Yeahhhhhhhhhh!"
It was a long, harsh scream that Gena let out, a disparate cry that Suzy instinctively recognized as that of a young woman at last in the throes of a violent orgasm.
From out of her tautly held arch of anticipation, Gena's young body had now come suddenly to life again, thrashing this way and that, her hips wildly bucking as if to free herself of some unseen rider.
But Gena's capable young female lover held on, her left arm wrapped under Gena's frantically tossing hips to clamp tightly onto the left leg of her orgasming partner.
. No matter how Gena bucked and thrashed, she could not escape her lover's continued attentions. The fingers of the girl's right hand remained circling the tender tissues of Gena's screaming young clitoris, moving at a steadily maintained pace in a well-practiced effort to draw the maximum thrill from the orgasm Gena Billings was now experiencing.
The intensity of Gena's screams and shrieks of tormented delight seemed loud enough now to be heard for blocks around, or Suzy Foster thought as she stood tremblingly frozen at her vantage point just beyond her friend's bedroom door.
Her own pussy was more than a little wet now. It was to be expected, she supposed. After all, this was the very first time she had seen another woman seized by a frantic girl cum.
True, she had watched herself finger her own sweet pussy into orgasm, first in a small hand mirror in her own bed, and then many times later in the full-length mirror outside the closet door in her room at the dorm on those precious few days her roommate left her alone with an opportunity to relieve the itching in her eager young cunt by masturbating herself into a tearful eruption of her young body's natural desires.
But never before had she had direct evidence that the desires of other young women, and the satisfaction of those desires, were fully as intense as those she herself had experienced.
Never before had she been offered the opportunity to observe another girl in the throes of extreme sexual delight, and she drank in the sight thirstily, without so much as a single thought for the disturbing implications her excitement at another girl's sexual fulfillment might entail.
On the bed, Gena seemed now to gather herself once more for one final volcanic eruption. As she did so, Suzy concentrated her gaze directly upon the forbidden sight of her friend's pussy, now an even angrier reddened symbol of her womanly desire.
Her friend began to gasp, her entire body quaking and shuddering with the approaching explosion.
Suzy was amazed to see her friend's cunt mouth suddenly open beneath the finger that teased from above, as if it were seeking to draw that finger downward into its sweet hot depths.
Then the small crimson mouth clamped tightly shut again, squeezing forth another wet trickle of hot girl cream ... and the final earthquake of Gena's cum blasted into her young body with the force of an apocalypse!
Gush after gush of sweet, clear girl cream shot forth from between the quick-spasming lips of Gena's electrified young cunt. The hot liquid squirted out to spray the face of the unidentified girl who lay between the orgasming girl's shuddering young thighs.
Shriek after shriek echoed through the room. Outside the door, Suzy felt the tremulous force of her friend's cries to her very bones. The now sopping wet membranes within her own cunt seemed to vibrate in echo to Gena's screaming cries of delight.
Suzy's clit, too, was trembling in sympathy to the sweet shivers of ecstasy that were no doubt radiating out from her friend's own spasming pleasure bud.
The crotch of Suzy's tight panties were warm and wet now, and she even felt the seep of her overflowing cuntal cream beginning to dampen the cotton of the baggy paratrooper pants she wore over them.
Beneath her thin sleeveless T-shirt, Suzy's young tits felt alive with electricity, the hard nubs of her taut nipples tingling almost painfully, practically begging to be fondled.
Suzy's clitty was now beseeching her to show it some attention as well, and if Suzy had been alone in her own room instead of standing illicitly outside the door to her friend's room, she would have had her pants and panties off in a flash, and her fingers digging into her own sweet young pussy, teasing forth the sparks of a much-needed masturbatory orgasm.
As it was, though, all she could do was lean against the doorjamb and watch as one of her best friends almost literally climbed the walls with pleasure at the hands of another girl.
Gena was descending the slopes of orgasm now, her dark head tossing deliriously from side to side, scattering tears of delight to the pillow on either side, her fingers unclamping their fierce hold of the bed's headboard to drift gently downward to rest upon the golden head of the girl looking up at her from between her thighs.
"Kari ... that was...." Gena seemed as yet incapable of catching her breath.
"Kari," noted Suzy, as she stood watching and listening at the crack of the bedroom door, trying to calm her own aroused passions. Kari Connors. Hus was the name of one of her own teammates, she realized suddenly.
And this was also, Suzy had recently come to find out, the name of the blonde, blue-eyed beauty she had watched showering together in the company of Gena and Coach Rollins after her tryouts.
This, then, was the girl Suzy had watched with an uncomfortable sense of arousal as she'd stood naked in the steamy shower room, the hot water making a golden river of the girl's long, blonde hair.
Suddenly, Suzy felt an indefinable sense of panic. Something was happening here that unnerved her, something she could not quite make out.
Her friend Gena was lying naked in the room before her, having just been made love to-and quite well, she might add, to which her friend's harsh screams of release could readily attest-by one of her sister teammates.
. Was Gena a lesbian, then? Gena had seemed so normal to Suzy. But the evidence appeared as clear as day. There could be nothing plainer than the evidence of sweet orgasm her friend had just endured.
But maybe her friend was just drunk and had fallen unknowingly beneath the other girl's irresistible seductions. After all, it had been Kari Connors who had been, doing all the work.
But this last theory of Suzy's fell to nothing in the very next moment, as her friend Gena, now recovered somewhat from her devastating orgasm, reached down and pulled her little blonde partner up into her arms, pressing the other girl into a tight, and obviously loving embrace.
Then, as Gena's mouth actively sought out the mouth of Kari Connors, there was no doubt left whatsoever.
The two naked girls were kissing passionately now, mouths open, tongues intertwined. And two sets of hands were wandering here and there about each other's body, in an obvious effort to arouse the other into a fever pitch of mutual excitement.
"Mmmmmmmmm...." moaned Gena, as she reluctantly broke up their warm kiss. "You want me to eat you again now, baby?" she asked, implying to the listening Suzy that Gena had indeed been on the giving end of lesbian love as well as the receiving side on this night.
"Mmmmmm ... you bet, Gena," answered Kari.
"I about came just now, just from watching you." Gena chuckled warmly. "Okay, baby. I'll lick your sweet little clit button 'til it falls off." She wickedly arched an eyebrow at her friend and added, her voice low, "Then I'm gonna fuck you, baby. I'm gonna fuck that sweet cunt of yours inside out. I'm gonna make you scream!"
These words alone, as shocking as they were to Suzy, were enough in Kari's case to make the girl squeal with delight, and then the two naked girls were all over each other once again, their mouths locking onto each other with the fierce power of their shared desire.
It was Gena, again, who finally broke their kiss. She playfully chucked the little blonde under the chin, and said, "Just let me get us a couple of sodas, okay, baby? I'll be right back."
So caught up was Suzy in her role as unseen voyeur that she did not immediately recognize this as her signal to run, or be discovered watching.
An instant later, she realized her predicament and slipped back up the hallway as quickly and quietly as she could, and was out the front door and down the block in a flash.
The red silk g-string panties, which Suzy had intended to return to Gena, remained forgotten in her pocket. But she thought of them again, when once again they were in their hiding place beneath David's mattress as she frantically fucked her abruptly awakened and quickly seduced boyfriend to a mutually hot orgasm practically the moment she had returned home.
CHAPTER FIVE
Suzy's chance to prove herself as a softball player under actual game conditions came just a few days later. It was the Brant College Curves' first game against the Richland University Streakettes.
It was a home game for the Curves, and the home field advantage was very much appreciated, since the Streakettes had a considerable reputation as a pretty tough team.
They certainly looked tough enough to Suzy. She watched from the field as the Richland team bus pulled into the parking lot and unloaded its cargo of big, hardy girls.
They were beauties, too, Suzy noted. Nearly every one of the young women on this opposing team was a study in Amazon loveliness. Suzy watched particularly closely three big-breasted, wide-hipped blondes as they stepped down from the bus and trotted gracefully toward their dugout.
Each one of these girls could have been one of those fair goddesses of Norse mythology-powerful, but seductive at the same time. And yet, for all their prodigious size, they carried an element of grace in their long, well-muscled arms and legs , that was in perfect proportion to their look of power. There was none of the ungainliness that so often accompanies size.
If anything, it was the seductiveness that would linger in the mind after a first fleeting glimpse of these girls. A seductiveness that suddenly reminded Suzy of her friend Gena, and her team's coach, Ms. Rollins.
Suzy also found herself thinking of that other girl, Kari, the little blonde girl she had seen lying with Gena in bed a few nights beforelying there, licking and sucking her friend's little pink-mouthed pussy until Gena had practically exploded into a yelping frenzy of delight.
And if Suzy had stuck around long enough, she would have undoubtedly seen this Kari girl squirming, writhing, kicking and bucking her way toward her own orgasm as Gena returned the girl's cunt-licking favors.
Suzy had found herself picturing how that might have looked on several occasions over the past few days. Memories of having seen Gena making the long, high climb to her girl cum, and then hearing her scream her way down as Gena fell toward sexual paradise, blended in with how her partner might have appeared having her own little blonde-fringed pussy tickled to distraction.
In her mind, Suzy imagined how the girl's sweet voice, the girlish tones which, she had heard through the crack in the doorway as the little blonde had verbally egged Gena on towards orgasm, speaking around her mouthful of young cunt. Suzy imagined how those low, soft whispers would turn rapidly upwards into clear, crystalline shrieks as Gena's flicking tongue and probing fingers brought the girl to a healthy, mind-wrenching cum.
Would Kari's young cunt spurt pussy cream as Suzy had seen Gena's sweet little slit do? She imagined it would. What would such cream taste like?
Suzy was once again startled by her strange ruminations of late. Was she actually standing there, in the middle of a softball field, wondering about the flavor of another girl's pussy?
What was happening to her?
Suzy's attention was drawn back to present matters by the quick approach of an incoming fly ball, hit in her direction by the dark-haired girl currently at bat. The Curves were putting in a little pre-game batting and running practice. She caught the down-dropping meteor without even having to move from her position at second base.
Turning instinctively, she reached with the gloved ball toward the figure of a teammate who was sliding her way, trying to make second base on a bad hit, and she found herself burrowing her hand, quite accidentally, into the open crotch of the very girl she had just been imagining being licked and finger-fucked into a cream-spurting orgasm.
It was none other than Kari Connors.
The girl's rapid sliding approach toward second brought Suzy's gloved hand into the sweet divide of the girl's loins, with an abrupt firmness that brought the little blonde's motion instantly to a halt.
Suzy crouched there, her hand still firmly in the nest of the girl's crotch, for a moment not knowing. what to do. She was embarrassed at the accidental blow against the girl's intimate and vulnerable center, and yet she found herself instantly transfixed by an awareness-probably imaginedof an intense heat coming from the girl there.
It was exactly as if she could actually feel the fiery feminine heat radiating out from the girl's cunt. She imagined she could feel it right through fee thick leather of her glove.
Then Gena Billings was running up to them, and Suzy withdrew her hand so that her friend could examine their teammate to see if she was all right.
"Kari, honey!" Gena cooed worriedly, as she unhesitatingly replaced Suzy's withdrawn gloved hand with her own bare fingers. She pressed her palm firmly into the girl's crotch, and asked her friend if she were hurt.
"No," Kari answered, with a soft, breathless moan. "Just ... got the ... breath ... knocked out of me," she finally managed to report.
Gena must have forgotten, in her moment of concern, that Suzy was still standing nearby, because she leaned in close to Kari's ear and said softly, "It's okay, babe. I'll give you a little massage after the game. That'll fix you up."
Kari, having for the most part caught her breath now, smiled and laughed slightly in agreement, accepting the implied double meaning of her friend's offer.
As Gena assisted the little blonde to her feet, Suzy stepped back, so that neither of the two girls would suspect she had heard their suggestively incriminating exchange.
Kari stood up now, a bit unsteadily, and Gena began brushing away the dust that clung to her friend's uniform pants and shirt.
The rest of the team had converged on the possibly injured girl and were offering their condolences. Then Coach Rollins pushed her way through the knot of girls to check the situation for herself.
Although Kari insisted she was fine and felt okay to play the game that was about to start, it was finally agreed that she would sit this one out just to be safe.
Coach Rollins ordered the girl to "hit the showers" and then head home for a long, therapeutic hot bath.
Suzy watched as Kari picked up her small green duffle bag at the home team dugout and headed for the field parking lot, her friend Gena walking her part of the way, a comforting arm draped over the little blonde's shoulder.
Suzy felt terrible. It had all been an accident, to be sure, but she felt guilty all the same.
As Gena came walking back, though, she reached the same arm that had just been around Kari's shoulders around Gena's. "Don't worry? about it, Suze," she told her friend. "Kari's fine. I sent her over to my house for a long, hot soak in that big Jacuzzi bathtub of mine. She'll be okay."
Suzy's face must have still shown remorse,! because Gena gave her shoulders a little shake and she said again, "It's okay! Cheer up! After all, we've got a game to win here, remember?"
Suzy nodded her head. "So," added Gena, turning to yell to the rest of her team as the two moved to join them in the dugout. "Let's win this one for Kari!"
There was a wild cheering from all the girls in response, and then the Brant College Curves settled themselves down for a tough afternoon of softball.
The game was, indeed, a tough one. But in the end, the Curves managed to squeak out a hard-fought win over their rivals by a score of three to two.
Suzy was exhausted. After a quick shower and change, she headed back to David's apartment for a long, hot bathtub soak of her own. And this brought back thoughts of her teammate Kari. Suzy wondered if the girl were indeed okay, and, at length, she determined to walk over to Gena's house a little later to check on the girl.
As she lay in the steamy water, Suzy found her tired body almost melting in the soothing heat.
And it wasn't long before that heat began to center itself in the hot depths of her feminine belly, the heat of the water resolving itself into yet another kind of heat-the kind that would turn a young girl's pussy into a mushy summer wetness even in the barren extremes of the coldest winter.
She could feel her warm pussy flesh swelling r outward in a way that would be scarcely discernible to any but the closest examining eye, but that felt Hike the swelling of a small balloon to the girl experiencing it.
It was a ripening, like that of a juicy soft peach, its tender, delicate tissues simply aching to burst forth those juices at the slightest touch.
Suzy lay chin deep in the steaming water and uttered a soft, quiet moan there in the privacy of the small bathroom, and she knew without a doubt from the insistent throbbing she was beginning to feel deep within her young cunt channel, and at the tip of her already trembling young clit as well, that she was going to have to masturbate.
She lazily opened one eye to see that she had, in fact, remembered to lock the bathroom door. David was out at his own softball game, which had been an "away" game at a school several miles away, and so could be counted on to be absent until early evening at the soonest, but Suzy always felt more at ease behind a locked bathroom door, especially if a little bathtub masturbation was in the offing.
With the fingers of her left hand tracing idly about the raised nub of her left nipple, floating just below the water's surface, Suzy began playing with herself the way she liked best-slowly, gradually. She loved to sneak up on herself, kind of, making each small step towards her solitary fulfillment a journey in itself, making herself wait for each and! every small caress.
First, there was the slight teasing of her nippled her fingers lingering until her twin buds were flushed dark red, erect and hard with excitement the flesh of her body nearly screaming with a tender desire for more than fingertips on nipples could provide.
Then, when her young body absolutely demanded attention in the area of her itchy wet pussy, Suzy would slowly allow her fingers to trace their way down, slowly, very slowly, toward that lower target of her healthy young passions.
The journey from aching nipples to throbbing cunt flesh would take what seemed like ages, her fingers scorching red lines of fire, a road map leading ultimately to her own little pussy that she could feel on her skin for days, so tangible Suzy half-expected to see them when she gazed at herself naked in her bathroom mirror.
When the journey was completed, and her fingers rested between her widely splayed thighs, her flesh tingling, her entire body trembling on the verge of her ultimate solitary delight, she would hear the soft, low whines that she knew came from her own constricting throat, that channel becoming rapidly as tight and hot as the red-hot channel of her cunt.
She would pause then, one finger a bare millimeter from the tender opening of her sweetly beckoning young snatch.
Now it would happen. Now it must happen! She pimply could not wait a second longer, And when the crying juices of her young cunt were so hotly gushing that she could smell her own sweetness, Suzy would finally reach the point Sphere further delay was absolutely impossible.
Then she would draw in a long, deep breath, fortifying herself for the moments of breathlessness Bat were about to overwhelm her. Her right hand unconsciously moved into the masturbatory configuration she'd used since her first time.
Second and third fingers together, forming the finger cock that would soon come ramming up inside her. First finger and thumb, ready to come pinching down upon her young clitoris.
When the hand finally plunged into play, Suzy would always be so distracted by the eruption there between her young legs that she would never even hear herself cry out at the sensation, the bursting sensation of almost instant orgasm.
That moment had come upon Suzy now, as she lay soaking in the steamy bath. Her body shook, thrashed and tossed about in the hot tub, her underwater bucking causing water to slosh freely over the rim and onto the cool tile floor.
Suzy's fingers continued to thrust up hard into herself again and again, the rapidly repeated intrusion almost painful now that her orgasm had begun. But with every powerful ramming of fingers into cunt another level of pleasure erupted up through Suzy's young cunt to her overheating brain.
Suzy grunted with each hard thrust, until another, and yet another crashing explosion of her cum burst forth from her cunt to blind her with the absolute unimaginable delight of ... her orgasm.
"GAHHHHHHH!"
Sweet tears of hot passion ran down her cheeks to blend with the hot soapy tub water, that water scented now with both the pine essence of the bath oil and the sweeter, musky scent of her own gushing pussy, slick with her own natural oils that made her cunt a swishy, slippery, wet tunnel of love.
Nothing was better than this. Nothing, except maybe a hard cock up her pussy. But a hard cock was not available at the moment, and at this moment Suzy was more than satisfied with the pleasure her own little fingers could afford her.
Finally, the crashing waves of this latest masturbatory orgasm began to subside. The waves within the tub began to settle down as Suzy's body began to settle back down within the soothing water.
Gradually, Suzy's brain came back to earthly reality and, once again, began taking charge of her. She was wrinkled from her long soaking in the hot water, she realized suddenly. She'd better get out now, or she'd look like a prune.
But for a few moments longer, she lay luxuriating in the big tub, her relaxed muscles somewhat reluctant to go back to work.
It was the remembrance of her plan to visit Gena's house to see how the injured Kari was doing that finally roused her into action. Suzy climbed from the tub, her legs shaky from orgasm, and began drying herself with a big fluffy towel that hung nearby.
This time when Suzy stood at the door of Gena's house, she knocked much more loudly than she had on her last visit, and this time Gena heard her knock and came quickly in answer to it.
Gena was dressed in a white T-shirt, obviously with nothing on underneath, and a tight pair of brief white cotton shorts. She motioned her friend to follow her back down the hallway toward her bedroom, and Suzy did as she desired, all the while troubled by guilty thoughts of having come this way just a few days before, to stand watching Gena and Kari as they'd played lesbian games of love in the same bedroom Gena was leading her toward now.
The memory of her illicit spying became more prominent in Suzy's mind when she saw what awaited her in Gena's room.
Kari Connors lay stretched diagonally across Gena's big double bed, her face buried in one of Gena's pillows. And she was stark naked. Her girlish small buttocks looked like two small hills rising above the large beach towels that covered the sheets and mattress.
Suzy quickly saw the reason for the towels. Gena had been in the midst of giving her young blonde friend a therapeutic body massage, using lots of sweetly scented oil from a small bottle that stood on a bedside table.
Showing no shyness regarding Suzy's presence in the room, Gena proceeded to continue Kari's interrupted massage by mounting the small blonde girl's upcurving behind and working her oil-covered fingers into the girl's shoulders and upper back.
Suzy was fighting hard not to blush at what she was witnessing, recognizing her embarrassment derived not from what she was seeing now-one female athlete giving another an innocent massage-but with the more lascivious behavior she had been secretly witness to a few days earlier.
As she stood there watching Gena massage Kari's naked back with long, sensuous, flowing strokes of her wetly oiled hands, she tried desperately to shake away the image of these same two girls lying together on this very same bed, , working themselves into an orgasmic frenzy in each other's tightly clinging arms.
As she tried to get ahold of herself, Suzy made her conversation as casual as she could.
"Are ... are you feeling any better, Kari? I'm so sorry I hurt you today."
Kari's response was somewhat muffled by the soft pillow her face was buried in. "Mmmm ... that's okay. I'm a lot better. A ... hmmmmmm ... lot better."
Kari's interrupting moan had obviously been caused by an especially pleasing downstroke of Gena's strong hands working themselves into the tight muscles of Kari's lower back.
Suzy leaned against the bedroom doorway, just as she had before on that earlier occasion, only inside the room this time, and watched as Gena's hands worked their seeming magic upon Kari.
The small blonde was laying so that Suzy had a perfectly unobscured view of her rear, and her legs were parted carelessly, giving Suzy a wide-open view of the girl's blonde-fringed sex, lit by the bright glow of the room's overhead lamp.
It seemed to Suzy that the golden, close-trimmed curls there were glistening with more than just their natural luster. She could have sworn there was a brighter sheen of moisture there as well, moisture from Kari's aroused young cunt.
Suzy thought of the way the yellow-fringed slit had glistened with pussy cream just a few nights prior, and she felt herself begin to blush anew at the memory of her spying.
But now something made Suzy feel even more uncomfortable.
Gena was sliding back from her perch atop Kari's bare bottom, and she was now working her powerful fingers into the muscles of the blonde's butt cheeks.
This was almost too much for Suzy. She had even seen, just before Gena had settled down into her new position, seated upon her teammate's parted upper thighs, or thought she had seen, the sweet mouth of Kari's young pussy channel press open slightly and issue forth a small trickle of her clear girl cream.
Clearly, innocent as Gena's massaging of her young teammate might be, the little blonde was enjoying the intimate attention in a way that was openly sexual in nature.
As Suzy watched Gena's hands working themselves into the taut muscles of Kari's pert young behind, she began to worry that the young woman might let herself actually be worked up into an orgasm right in front of her.
Suzy decided she could take no more. She had actually had a brief impulse to remove her own clothes and join her two teammates there on Gena's bed.
The thought shocked Suzy to her core. She was no lesbian, for goodness sake! Where in the world could these strange thoughts and forbidden desires, so unquestionably alien to her, be coming from? It must be the fact that she'd just been masturbating before coming over here, and that a trace of her recent high arousal, a spark of it at least, must have remained inside of her, ready to ignite into flame at the slightest carnal impulse, no matter how forbidden the source of that impulse might be.
Suzy decided she had to get away quickly, before her instinctive bodily impulses took over her sense of reason.
She awkwardly excused herself bidding Kari a quickly expressed wish for a speedy recovery, and then got out of the room as quickly as she could without actually breaking into a run.
As for Gena and Kari, the two girls barely seemed aware of her departure, so engrossed had they become in their massage. Suzy suspected that not long after she fled, the two would be in each other's arms again, Gena's T-shirt and shorts tossed away to join Kari's cast off clothes as the two began a slow, writhing dance toward a series of lesbian girl cums.
As she moved up the hall towards Gena's living room and her escape, Suzy noticed a softball glove lying there on the carpeted floor, And, for some reason, she picked it up. It was the glove belonging to Kari Connors; it had the girl's name written on a tag peeking out from just inside the opening.
Without having any idea at all what she was doing, Suzy lifted the soft leather glove to her nose and inhaled its rich smell.
Something practically erupted inside the lips of Suzy's pussy channel. God, she thought! Kari's glove carried a sweet scent of something more than leather and the curing cream that the girls rubbed into their gloves to cure and soften the leather. And whatever that scent was, it made Suzy's little cunt positively hum with excitement.
Suzy dropped the glove and made for the front door, realizing that if she didn't get out of this house right then, she'd have to drop to her knees and masturbate right there.
It would be a wonder, in fact, if she would make it home! She found her eyes darting at darkened places in the yards between houses on her way that might serve as hiding places, where a girl could crouch and jerk herself off if she just couldn't restrain herself any longer.
Suzy walked quickly and shakily toward David's house, with tally one idea in mind. She wanted to be fucked! She wanted to be fucked and sucked and pounded and pummeled into orgasm so badly she could hardly stand it!
But when she came through the front door to David's house, there was no sign of her young man. Obviously, he had decided to make his usual postgame run with the boys out at some watering hole before coming home to her.
Suzy found herself furious with frustration. She needed to be fucked, damn it! She needed it" so badly that she had moments before practically been considering jumping into bed with her best girlfriend, for God's sake! She was going out of her young mind with unsatisfied lust, and David was nowhere to be found!
Suzy stomped off toward the bedroom, lust rising to a flame within her young heart and pussy. She stood there a moment, her eyes aglow, her cute nostrils flaring, at a complete loss as to what to do.
Then her gaze caught the form of her softball glove and bat resting against her pine dresser, and an idea struck her.
An instant later, Suzy Foster was tearing away her clothes, her naked body hushed with passion as it came into unfiltered contact with the cool air of the room. She grabbed the leather glove and the wooden bat and jumped onto the bed.
Suzy went berserk. The soft leather glove was everywhere at once. Against her face, the rich scent of leather intoxicating, even though it lacked the hint of something else that Kari's glove had carried.
Then the glove was roughly massaging the bare flesh of her ripe young tits, working against the tender, screamingly erect nipples until they quivered with desire.
Finally, Suzy forced her hand into the dark opening of the glove and then brought the glove down toward her crotch, her legs spreading wide and her little cunt, fully as wet now as it had been earlier in her bath, pouching open in an obvious gesture of welcome.
Then it was rough, tanned leather against tender, delicate flesh, as Suzy Foster began to masturbate harshly with her own softball glove, her body writhing and bucking wildly, her cries high and sharp with the stabbing pleasures that arose within her poor, tormented soul.
"Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"
Her screams spoke eloquently of the delights she was experiencing, her cries coming again and again as she approached the point of no return.
She was going to cum! She was going to cum hard! But at the very edge of her cumming, she tossed away the cunt-soaked glove, and reached to the wooden softball bat that lay by her side.
There was no way it would fit, Suzy realized, and pressed the smooth, fat end of the bat against the wet swamp of her cunt flesh. The end of the bat was drenched instantly, as Suzy's cunt greeted it with a fresh gush of pussy cream that almost sizzled.
Then an alternative idea presented itself. Suzy fumbled the bat around until the smaller end was directed at her small cunt.
This time, the tight ring of girl flesh eagerly opened out to. swallow an inch or two of the proffered wooden phallus, and Suzy's threatening orgasm suddenly selected that very instant to come crashing down upon her.
"AHHHHHHH!" A long, high, wailing shriek that trailed out after long minutes into a choking, sobbing gurgle of exhausted delight, came from Suzy as she exploded into the cum she had so desperately needed.
Suzy drifted off to sleep not long thereafter, in bed with a softball glove and bat drenched with the sweet, creamy spendings of her still-trembling young cunt.
CHAPTER SIX
It was about a week later, and the Brant College Curves were rolling through the night aboard their team bus, on their way back from the season's first away game, at a school a little more than two hundred miles away.
The bus was an old one, provided by the coaching staff of Brant's girls' basketball team as an unofficial courtesy to Brant's girl softballers, and it was certainly more comfortable than the county grade school bus the team had been forced to make do with in seasons past.
The cushions of the reclining seats were worn and a bit musty-smelling from age, but to the busload of weary, sweaty young women who now lay strewn about them in the dark interior, they were a godsend!
Twelve long innings, the game had gone, before the Curves had finally triumphed on a last minute home run hit by none other than Suzy Foster herself. The newest rookie on the team had assuredly won her stripes this day, and her teammates had gushed noisily over Suzy for the first hundred miles of the trip back home.
But a while later, things had quieted down to the low buzz of soft conversation, broken here and there by the gentle snores of the many who had succumbed to their happy exhaustion and allowed themselves to drift off-to sleep in the bus's twilight interior.
Suzy had very nearly become one of the sleeping number herself, when a slight noise attracted her attention to the double seats just in front of her.
Suzy was in the next to the last row of seats on the bus's right-hand side, and when she had begun to doze, the twin seats in front of her, as well as those directly behind her, had been empty, as had the seats across from her on her left.
But now there was a soft noise coming from the seats in front of her, a sound that it didn't take her long to identify. It was the sound of kissing. Again and again came the quiet little snicking sounds of two mouths nipping moistly at one another, and for a moment Suzy wondered if one of the girls had somehow smuggled a guy on board.
Then Suzy made a more likely guess at the situation. More likely, it was two of her teammates taking advantage of the darkness by making out on the long trip home.
More precisely, it was probably her friend. Gena and Gena's friend, Kari. Suzy was somewhat surprised at her growing nonchalance at her friends' lesbianism. After all, this would make it the third time Suzy had seen those two together, either kissing and sucking at each other as she had watched them through the door to Gena's bedroom, or sharing an "innocent" massage in that same bedroom not long thereafter.
So it was almost with a sense of boredom that Suzy inched herself a little higher in order to peek over the seat in front of her.
What she saw when she did so, however, made the blood rush to her face and her whole body begin to tingle, just as it had done that first time she'd seen Gena and Kari lying naked together.
What she saw ... was two other girls, two other teammates, locked together in a hot embrace, faces close, mouths pressed into each other so tightly it was a wonder either of the two could breath! Or maybe it was that they were feeding on one another's sweet, gasping exhalations,' and this was all they needed to live.
Suzy felt her skin flushing violently from head to toe as she now became aware that her friends Gena and Kari were not the only members of the Brant College Curves who were of the lesbian persuasion.
Suzy recognized the necking couple instantly. They were the ones the other girls all referred to as the "twins," though the two weren't sisters. They were cousins. But as identical as twins they certainly were.
Both had long, rich, mahogany-tinted hair that caught the light and reflected it beautifully, like finely oiled and burnished furniture, even in the harshest artificial lights of a nighttime ball field. Those long tresses glowed now, off and on, in the faint light from passing headlights and streetlights as they flashed through the windows into the bus's otherwise darkened interior.
Suzy was astounded! Imagine, these two identical young beauties locked in a blatant lesbian embrace! Their long, sun-browned arms were sweetly enfolded about one another, and fingers were stroking lightly but insistently at the backs of their matching uniform jerseys.
She sat there frozen. Just as she had outside Gena's room that night, Suzy found herself incapable of moving from her spying position, watching hungrily for whatever might happen next.
But what could happen next, after all? This was not a girl's bedroom in a private home somewhere. This was a bus, almost a public place, for goodness sake!
But as the breathing of the cousins in the seat before her became more and more labored, and the wrangling strokes of their enfolding arms became more insistently arduous, Suzy realized that something more, indeed, was likely to happen.
Without thinking about it more than a second, Suzy moved from the seat she had occupied to the vacant one across the aisle from her. She couldn't quite believe her own bravado. She had actually moved across the aisle in order to get into a better viewing position.
There was a blanket upon the seat she now occupied, and she quickly and quietly tossed it over herself, nestling up under it to her chin. This way, if one of the twins diagonally across the aisle from her happened to look over, then Suzy could pretend to be asleep.
With a little luck, thought Suzy, she; could play possum like this, observe her two teammates in the faint light from the bus windows, and probably not be discovered.
Once again, Suzy was arranging herself on the spur of the moment to be a voyeur, and she found herself so excited by the prospect that she could hardly restrain her own labored breathing to an inaudible level.
As for the two twin cousins-Jamey and Janie, they were called, two girlish beauties of about Suzy's own age of nineteen-they were becoming quite involved with each other by this time.
While Suzy had been silently positioning herself in her nest across the aisle, one of the two-it was impossible to tell which-had managed to slip a hand into the open jersey of her cousin and was now squeezing and stroking one of the springy warm mounds of flesh she had discovered there.
As for her twin, she was moaning deeply at the other's sweet caress, her moans eagerly devoured by the munching mouth that covered her own.
Suzy's own natural, sexual impulses took over at this instant, and she slipped a hand into the front of her own jersey to stroke first one, then the other of her own tender breasts, her nipples now hard as gemstones beneath her open, enclosing palm.
A slight whimper arose within Suzy's throat, echoing precisely the sound that was now coming from the girl being fondled a few feet away. She felt a familiar warm rush of girl cream into the tight crotch of her uniform pants and panties, her body awakening now with a more insistent desire.
Suzy's arousal was magnified when she saw the free hand of the girl holding and working at her cousin's breast move down to the other girl's belt and begin undoing the buckle there.
Oh, God, thought Suzy! The girl was going to finger her own cousin's sweet little pussy! She was going to do it right there on the bus! Practically in public! And Suzy was going to lay there and watch.
Suzy even found herself matching the movements of the girl's hand in her twin cousin's lap with her own as she began to unbuckle and unzip the pants of her own uniform as well. Then Suzy saw the girl across from her arch up in her seat as her twin slipped a couple of her fingers into the girl's pussy, and Suzy plunged three fingers of her own hand up inside her own sweet wetness, her own body arching up beneath the blanket, her own mouth releasing a deeply felt groan of excruciating pleasure that she only just managed to muffle with the hastily clamped open palm of her free hand.
Now there were at least two young women rapidly climbing their way towards orgasm on the impetus of wetly thrusting female fingers. The girl across the aisle being masturbated by her own cousin, and Suzy once more being driven almost to distraction by her own rapidly plunging digits.
It was all Suzy could do to stifle the sincerely felt whines of her private, secret arousal beneath the edge of the blanket so as not to give herself away and startle her two shamelessly petting teammates.
As Suzy's eyes rolled upwards in response to a particularly delicious flick of fingers against clit, the nail of one finger scraping against the tip of the vibrating little nub, she happened to glance across the aisle to the seat just behind the one in which she had been seated a few moments before.
Suzy's breath caught in her throat as she noticed that the two girls seated there were busily necking as well. The one nearest the aisle, a large-breasted blonde, had her left hand burrowed up inside her seatmate's widely splayed thighs. This was another blonde, and a natural one at that, as was clear from the tuft of golden curls peeping out from the unzipped crotch of her shorts.
The blonde who was having her pussy groped wriggled lasciviously about in her seat, her moans all but muffled by the close-pressed mouth of her partner.
As Suzy continued to watch this new couple, she saw the hand of the moaning, wriggling girl slip down toward the waistband of the girl who was fingering her, and, in a moment, both girls had a hand buried in the other's crotch.
Now there were two girls wriggling and frigging their way toward orgasm.
Suzy was amazed. Were all her teammates lesbians? Or was this just the way healthy young women went about entertaining themselves when there were no guys around? She really wished there was someone she could go to for answers to these questions.
Maybe, if she could work up enough courage, she could ask Gena. After all, the girl was her best friend. And from what Suzy had seen of her friend's activities of late, it was certain that she was well-acquainted with the subject of girl/girl sex.
Right now, though, all that was important to Suzy was that she have an orgasm. She could feel the primal need building rapidly up inside her young belly. She could feel her taut muscles tightening, feel her strength gathering within her, as she went about working her way up for what she knew would be a spectacular release.
And, yet, she still maintained enough presence of mind to control her reactions somewhat so that she would not attract the attention of her teammates seated nearby.
As the tension grew, Suzy's fingers worked more frantically within the pink opening of her cunt. She even thought she could hear the squishy sounds her teasing digits made as they flew about in the freely flowing wetness of her eager young pussy.
Across the aisle, the twins were becoming even wilder in their passion. The two had slumped a bit farther down in their seat, so that their frantic, final moments of passion still might go unnoticed by the other girls in the bus.
The mouths of the two were still pressed firmly, wetly together, and all but the fiercest cries of delighted excitement of one were trapped and never got beyond the open mouth of the other.
There were, however, the sounds of the harsh breathing through the nostrils as the two snorted, almost like horses racing their way towards the finish line of a long race.
Suzy glanced back at the two blondes, and was astonished to see that the smaller of the two had slipped quietly down between her partner's open thighs, and was kneeling on the bus floor now, her face pressed to the openly offered mouth of her friend's young cunt.
Suzy saw that the blonde, who was still seated, had freed herself of her uniform shorts altogether. Her panties were gone as well. And now the one blonde girl was actually giving head to her friend right there on the bus!
Suzy was so startled by the open audacity of this act that, for a moment or two, she forgot her own struggle toward orgasm and sat, her fingers motionless within her own sweetly sucking snatch, as she watched the young blonde avidly suck her partner's young cunt with a proficiency that was driving this girl wild.
The big blonde on the seat began to wriggle her bare behind, her back arching up from the base of her spine to the base of her neck as her head lolled against the seat back.
The girl began to snort rapidly, just as the twins in the seat in front of them were as well, and she quickly brought a hand upward to her face, her teeth fastening onto the knuckles of a tight fist as she obviously struggled against an oncoming scream of delight at what her seatmate was doing to her down there between her legs.
The seated blonde's other hand made a wild clutch at a bunch of-something on the seat beside her. Suzy soon identified this as the girl's discarded shorts and panties.
Suddenly, the blonde head between the girl's legs began a rapid up and down motion between the legs of the other, and the seated girl's eyes flew open wide. The hand on the seat beside her, still clutching the fistful of hex clothes, now whipped the wad of clothing suddenly up to her face, cramming it into the mouth that had opened for an unrestrainable scream.
The sound that came through the muffling shorts and panties was harsh, though quieted enough so that possibly no one else on the bus would have noticed. But, of course, Suzy heard it, and knew it for what it was. It was the cry of a young woman finally entering the throes of a momumental orgasm.
The blonde's back arched, then her whole body was racked with the pure convulsions of orgasm. Again and again, fully five times this process was repeated, and each time the stifled scream was reduced to that same harsh, primitive sound against the shorts and panties.
Suzy watched as the girl's cum finally began to subside, tears flowing from her startled eyes as the girl down between her legs remained kneeling there for a moment or two, her mouth and tongue still burrowing in her spasming pussy flesh. And Suzy could hear the slight sounds from down there as the girl quietly slurped and lapped up the sweet juice of her friend's fresh girl cream.
Suzy remembered her own needy cunt and clit now, and she brought her fingers once again into motion beneath the blanket as she turned to check on the progress of the two cousins on the other seat opposite her.
These two seemed to have settled for simple finger-fucking as their means toward orgasm, for they still sat tightly wrapped in one another's embrace, each with a hand quickly working in the open fly of the other's uniform shorts.
The lungs of the two worked in unison now, the heave and fall of the identical small chests matched almost exactly as the two worked together as one.
Suzy found herself wondering, her own chest beginning now to heave violently as well, whether these two made a practice of fooling around together. How neat, she thought! It would almost be like masturbating. Two identical mouths, two identical cunts. How ideal, to share a bed with a girl who looked exactly like yourself.
It wouldn't be lesbianism at all, thought Suzy. It really would be more like jerking yourself off, except that there would be two cunts firing off instead of just one.
Suzy wondered as well whether the needs and' wants of these two identical cousins would be identical as well. Would their two pussies beg for the same kind of attention? Would one cousin's young cunt like it rough, while the other liked it slow and easy?
Her answer came soon enough. As her own hand became a blur now between her legs, she saw the motion of the deeply buried fingers of the twin cousins kick into high gear as well.
Mouth still sucked against mouth as the breathless snorting rose rapidly to a violent hiss, like hot metal in water, and the two young girls rose together in their embrace and, as one, began to shudder with the convulsions of their orgasms.
Suzy made an unconscious decision to join the two and cum now as well. The hand beneath the blanket made the thick covering jerk with the rapidity of her staccato movements.
Then she knew the moment had come.
She had only enough time to bring the edge of the thick blanket up into her mouth, her teeth clinching tightly down on the scratchy wool, as, she felt the first strong wave of her climax sweep across her.
As the initial convulsions took her, she slipped lower in her seat. So intense was the sensation that she felt she would simply have to scream, whether the sound attracted the unwanted attention of her teammates there on the bus or not.
Suzy coiled herself into a little ball on the seat ... and squealed into the blanket! Her body rippled with the delicious, unendurable delights of her orgasm, her cunt spasming up to spray her open shorts and underlying panties with the rich cream of her cum, her fingers becoming sloppy wet with the drippy effusion.
God, it was good! It was sooo gooooood! She wished she were alone on the bus, so that she could scream out in delight and not care who heard her. It would have made the thrill of orgasm, if possible, even more intense!
Eventually, Suzy found herself settling down. As her orgasm subsided, she became aware of her surroundings once again. Apparently, she had managed to keep quiet enough not to be noticed because, as she looked around the bus, there were no eyes upon her. Almost all of the girls appeared to be asleep, in fact.
The two young blondes across the aisle were now cuddled together in their seat, the one who had been licked into orgasm having reclaimed her shorts and panties. And the twins in the seat in front of them had settled down now as well. These two lay sleeping, heads tilted together, identical brown curls wetly plastered to their brows.
The flies of their uniform shorts were now properly zipped, though the two damp crotches, darkened by pussy juice, plainly attested to the decidedly lewd activities in which the two cousins had been recently engaged.
As for Suzy, she lay there on the seat beneath her blanket, her own shorts and panties damp and slick from orgasm, thought about all she had seen since joining the Brant College girls' softball team, and came to a decision.
She would confront her friend Gena. She would find a subtle way of asking the girl about all the lesbian activity she had noticed of late. She would get her answers, and she would not let embarrassment get in her way.
So decided, Suzy allowed herself to drift off to sleep, the night sounds of the bus and the highway soothing her fevered brain the rest of the way home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As it turned out, Suzy didn't have to approach Gena about the answers to her questions; Gena gave her the perfect opportunity the very next day, by inviting her friend to dinner at her house that night.
It would be just two of them, Gena told her, a little fondue party all to themselves. One-inch squares of prime sirloin, a pot of hot oil for cooking them, another pot full of melted cheese for dipping and, for dessert, chunks of fruit and homemade cake dipped in yet another pot of melted milk chocolate.
Suzy arrived early, famished from having starved herself all day in preparation for the promised feast, and still a little nervous about the subject she intended to bring up sometime during the evening: the subject of her friend's lesbianism.
Suzy had found herself strangely altered by the events of the preceding days. Since her secret observation of her teammates' sexual practices among themselves, she had found herself taking note more and more of the figures and other physical attributes of those of her own fair sex.
A simple walk downtown to the grocery mart had now become, for Suzy, a sidewalk girlie show of sorts. Since the town was a typical college town, and a great number of the people living in the neighborhood of her boyfriend's apartment, where she was staying, were students like herself, the sidewalks and the small, green park she passed on these daily shopping trips were alive with people her own age.
But now that her sensibilities had been awakened to the possibilities of girl-on-girl sex, Suzy could not pass a single attractive female student without wondering what that girl did in the privacy of her own bed, or in the beds of others.
In the past, of course, Suzy had wondered openly about her sister students' activities where boys were concerned. She had wondered what these girls did with their boyfriends, whether they simply fucked them, or did kinkier things to satisfy their mutual lusts.
Suzy would notice a girl her own age passing through the campus hallways and try to picture exactly how she would go about seducing a man. Would she strip herself first, or remove his clothing before proceeding? Would she take the upper hand and run things herself, or let the male do all the "driving," as had probably been the case in previous eras?
And it was true that, in the years of her curious young womanhood, before she had met David and become a real woman with that first strong plunge of his wonderfully strong cock, she had sometimes watched a pretty girl, perhaps pausing to drink from a hallway water fountain, a hand delicately holding her long, satin-soft hair aside as she gracefully dipped her head tod sipped, and found herself wondering if this other girl was tortured by the same uncomfortable urges that had so recently turned Suzy's small, virginal bed into a seething hotbed of private lust.
For Suzy had been quite a consummate masturbator before David had initiated her to better ways of satisfying her natural urges, and she had many times wondered if her own long nights of finger love were unusual, or if all young women did the same.
She had watched girls her own age and really wished to ask them if their fingers were constantly tickling at the unbroken portals of their virginal pussy channels. Did this or that girl wake in the middle of the night to find she had been sleeping with a thumb up her cunt, and then find it absolutely impossible to resist sliding that slick digit rapidly in and out of that wet opening until fireworks exploded within her head and she fairly screamed aloud with delight?
Suzy would wonder all this, and she would try to picture how each girl might feel about such shameful practices.
But Suzy's speculations on these subjects had always been abstract. She had pictured within her head the thoughts of these girls alone; she had never called up a vision of what the girls might look like as they went about their supposed midnight diddlings.
Now something had changed. Now Suzy found herself indeed picturing each attractive young girl she saw lying naked in her bed somewhere, either masturbating, fucking with some boyfriend, or ... more likely ... lying naked in the arms of some sweet girlfriend.
Now, since her recent voyeuristic initiation to the possibilities of lesbian sex, whenever Suzy passed some pretty female student on the sidewalk, there instantly flashed upon her brain a vision of that girl as some naked little nymph engaged in open lascivious sexual activity with one of her sisters.
Over the course of but a few short days, it seemed as if she had seen half the girls in David's neighborhood nakedly wrestling their way toward a girl-on-girl orgasm in the arms of another sweaty young female.
Suzy would simply pass by an attractive young woman and find herself overcome by the sudden fantasy of that same girl being licked and sucked or finger-fucked into the wildest of cums by some other girl.
It was a problem that made keeping a dry, calm pussy a practically impossible task for young Suzy. A simple trip to the market just a few blocks away would have her hot little cunt simply drooling for attention.
Suzy had realized that very morning that she hadn't masturbated herself so often since her virginal days as she was doing regularly now.
In her bath, in her bed, even in the kitchen, she had flicked herself off there just that morning, while cooking breakfast for her and David, and had nearly fallen to the floor as she held onto the sink and came, her other hand within the front of her open robe and deep within the delicate folds of her trembling young cunt-nowhere was she safe from the sexual tension her new awareness of the female flesh around her was precipitating of late.
And not even her usually ferocious fucking with her boyfriend David was stanching the flow of her newly heated desires. She could fuck the poor guy all night, until he was practically begging her for a little respite, and still the merest hint Of a thought of some naked female would set her off once again, and her small pussy would be urging her to use her fingers, anything, to quench the achy hunger that burned constantly now between her legs.
So a part of her was glad that the opportunity to confront this haunting new facet of her sexuality had finally come. Now, this very evening, Suzy would face her friend Gena and ask her the questions that had been torturing her for days.
She could only hope that her friend would be as open with her on this subject as she appeared to be on all other topics. That was the only thing that was making Suzy just a little hesitant as she walked the short way to Gena's house. That and the memory of having shamelessly watched in secret as her friend had made out with Kari Connors in that same house a few days back.
But Suzy felt somehow certain that Gena would forgive her friend even that, although Suzy had no intention of telling the girl about it. Not tonight anyway.
Suzy also had no intention of trying to explain to her friend why she had stolen a pair of Gena's panties, the red silk g-string panties she'd taken from her friend's laundry.
Suzy had those very panties in the right front pocket of her jeans right now, and she planned to slip them into the bottom of Gena's bathroom laundry hamper some time in the evening if she got the chance, so that her friend might never suspect they had been missing at all, much less that it had been Suzy who had stolen them from the wash.
She was conscious of the little wad of material in her front pocket now, as she walked the last few steps up the sidewalk toward Gena's house. It rubbed her upper thigh with an insistent familiarity that she found distracting. There was even a slight, familiar twinge within her young cunt in response, and Suzy had to fight a bit to control her breathing again, although she'd fucked poor David three times just that afternoon in hopes of somewhat dulling her excitability for the evening ahead.
Suzy took a long, deep breath and tried to settle herself.
The night was warm and the sky was. aglow with starlight, for the neighborhood's residents had remained stubbornly determined to leave the harshness of bright streetlamps to the bigger cities.
The only sounds she heard, apart from the occasional murmur of a TV set through an open window, were the sounds of her own footsteps as she finally reached the gate leading into Gena's yard and went up the steps to the front porch, which was lighted in welcome.
Suzy, again remembering her previous visit to this house and the secret spying on her friend that had followed her unannounced entry into the house, knocked firmly at the door and determined that this time sjie would await an answer before entering.
That answer came almost immediately. But it was the bright face of Kari Connors that greeted the surprised Suzy from the open doorway. The cute blue eyes sparkled from under the girl's crown of long, golden hair. And there was a mischievousness to their sparkle that gave Suzy the impression that the girl was aware that her presence in the house this evening had not been expected.
"Gena!" the young woman called toward the kitchen. "Suzy's here!"
The familiar voice of Gena Billings called in response. "Great! We can eat now! I'm starving!"
So the three of them all gathered in the small dining room, around a table steaming with three big fondue pots and lined with small platters of food ready to be consumed.
The dinner was delicious, and the talk was on everything but what Suzy had come to discuss: Gena's lesbianism. After all, Suzy couldn't very well ask her friend about her preference for sex with girls as long as the very girl Suzy had seen Gena in bed with was right there in the room! Suzy hardly knew this girl.
And what if Gena were to ask Suzy what had made her suspect she was a lesbian? Suzy couldn't tell a girl she hardly knew that she'd watched from the doorway as Gena and she had enjoyed a little private sex together, now could she?
No, the whole evening had turning into a disaster, all because Suzy had not counted on the likelihood of Gena's roommate being present. Suzy's opportunity of speaking privately with her friend had been lost, at least for now.
She'd just have to make other plans for later on. But she was not looking forward to the delay, or the extra tension the problem she wished so to discuss with her friend would no doubt be building within her young cunt every second that their conversation was put off.
With all her disappointment, it was not surprising that Suzy drank a pretty good sampling of the excellent red wine her friend had provided for the meal. And as the meal progressed from the meat course to the dessert, Suzy followed her friend and Kari on to a delicious white wine as well.
When dinner was finally over, Suzy felt more than a little buzzed, although she would admit later on that her lightheadedness had probably more to do with something other than the wine. Something within her system probably sensed that something important was about to occur in Suzy's life. Something that would leave the young woman changed forever.
"Why don't we take our wine out to the hot tub?" It was Gena who made the suggestion, and Suzy followed without hesitation, although she paused as her friend slid aside the glass door that led out to the patio in the enclosed back yard.
"Oh, I forgot," said Suzy. "I didn't bring a bathing suit."
"No problem," answered Gena. "You can use one of Kari's. I think you girls are about the same build."
It was true. Kari and her were just about the same size all round, the same small boobs and boyish hips. "Sure," said Kari. "Come on back and we'll pick out something for you."
Suzy followed the girl back inside, leaving Gena to see about starting up the hot tub, a big, round rock pool, molded from dark gray plastic.
Entering Kari's bedroom, Suzy noted the almost unnatural neatness of the room. The bed was immaculate, the spread as property fitted as if by a hotel maid. Suzy knew from experience with female roommates of her own that girls just didn't keep things this orderly, and suddenly she suspected the reason that Kari's bedroom appeared to be an exception to this rule.
Kari ... didn't sleep here. It was obvious. Kari slept with Gena in Gena's room. If the two were having regular sex with each other, then it wasn't at all surprising that the two girls slept regularly in one bed.
Suzy blushed deeply, fighting hard to hold the blush back before Kari noticed her reaction. But the other girl was facing away from her, rummaging deeply in a dresser drawer, the interior of which was more appropriately messy from regular use.
"Here!" the little blonde said in triumph. "This ought to fit you okay."
Suzy reached out for what the girl was offering her and was disconcerted to find it to be two extremely tiny bits of cloth. Black in color, the little garments would be the smallest swimsuit Suzy had ever worn, a bikini smaller even than any underwear she had ever worn.
She was about to offer a polite protest and ask I if the girl had another, less revealing suit she might try, when Suzy was startled to see Kari suddenly whip the dark blue sweatshirt, which she'd worn at dinner, over her head, revealing she wore absolutely nothing underneath!
The girl's small boobs bounced cheerfully, the cherry-red nipples hardening immediately at contact with the open air, the dancing ends of her yellow hair teasing at the little nubs as the girl moved. Another motion just as quick, this at the snap and zipper of the little blonde's tight, faded jeans, and Suzy found herself facing young Kari Connors completely naked!
Suzy didn't know quite what to say, as the delicious-looking bare girl flesh was so suddenly presented to her, looking as tasty as anything the 'i three had shared at dinner.
Suzy had just enough time to be amazed at these directions her thoughts were now taking before an explanation for the girl's provocative actions became clear.
Kari turned her back to Suzy, revealing a gorgeous view of her athletic young back and taut young behind as she did so, and bent over to rummage in the same drawer where she'd found the bikini for Suzy. A moment later, she came up with a little blue swimsuit as brief as the black one she'd selectedfor Suzy.
Suzy watched as the little blonde wriggled into the tiny bikini, the material clinging to the girl's slight curves, until Kari stood before Suzy, a perfect vision in creamy flesh, blue nylon and golden tresses. The girl blinked at Suzy. "Aren't you going to change?" she asked innocently, her eyelids blinking in a way that made the blue of her eyes sparkle like starlight.
"Sure," answered Suzy, her throat suddenly dry and froggy.
"Okay," said Kari, cheerfully. "See you outside, then!" And the girl bounced through the door and back up the hallway in the direction of the back door.
For a moment, just for a moment, Suzy felt like running. She suspected that the events of the evening were proceeding beyond her control, as if toward some predetermined end that would be impossible for her to avoid.
Something was happening to her on this night that was part of her destiny. And though Suzy did not consciously think about this, she somehow knew it just the same. And that knowledge kept her moving forward toward that predetermined end.
Suzy struggled out of her clothes, tossing aside her jeans and the black cotton shirt she'd borrowed from David. Her panties came away without hesitation, and she then stood in the room as naked as Kari had been but a moment before.
Next, she tugged on the tiny bikini bottom. It dug into her crotch in a manner that nearly made her cry out as the intimate friction of the thin black nylon against her already aroused young pussy mouth sent a sugary, shivery wave of sensation up through her entire body. The narrow center band of the tight-fitting garment, no more than a string really, seemed to actively seek out the small rose of her young asshole as well, and that sent yet another electric shiver up through her frame.
Her tender pink nipples suddenly hardened and stood out plainly, even when she had covered them with the brief, thin band that was the swimsuit's matching top.
Finally, Suzy stood suited and ready to join her two hosts. She remained there in the bedroom just a moment more. She took a single, long, deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then walked through the doorway and up the hall toward the door leading onto the enclosed back patio, where the other two girls and the hot tub were waiting for her.
Everything was quiet in the near-darkness as she padded through the doorway, except for the distant chirping of crickets in the darkened yard beyond the patio and the quiet murmur of the bubbling water. Steam rose from the water's surface, nearly obscuring the half-submerged figures of Gena and Kari, who lay lounging within.
Gena had apparently changed into a skimpy bikini as small as her roommate's. The big brunette's well-developed boobs floated just above the curtain of the bubbling liquid as she sat, half-reclining, at the far end of the huge tub.
Suzy's friend had decorated the patio to resemble a primitive jungle grotto. The big rock pool of the hot tub was situated at the patio's center, and all around were lush, green tropical plants that completed the effect. The only light on the patio came from the spray of stars across the sky, and the array of lighted candles that had been placed here and there around the tub, sending flickering rays of firelight dancing across the water's turbulent surface.
As Suzy approached the tub, Gena, whose eyes had been closed in sensuous enjoyment of the steamy water's caress, allowed her deep black eyes to slit slowly open. She gazed at Suzy, obviously taking in the entire spectacle of her friend's barely covered form with an attitude of warm appraisal.
The eyes rested a moment on Suzy's long, raven tresses, then slid slowly downward, over the girl's creamy shoulders and well-muscled arms, before pausing again at the small twin mounds of her friend's bikini-encased breasts.
Though Suzy was herself unaware, her small boobs presented quite an enticing sight. Beneath the thin nylon of her swimsuit top, her two proud young tits rose and fell sexily. The nipples, still hard from their momentary exposure to the open air in Kari's room, poked up under the sleek material in a manner that simply cried out for them to be touched.
It was an invitation that would have been clear to anyone, male or female. And few of either sex would have been able to resist.
But, still, Gena was somehow maintaining her control at this point. Her eyes moved on in their visual survey, downward over the exposed, smooth girl belly, flat except for that exquisitely feminine rise just below the level of her small navel.
Then it was on to the center of Gena's interest. The bikini-enclosed mound of Suzy's tender young sex. Gena's eyes rested on the curving protrusion of flesh there, with an attention and focus so warm with the heat of her growing arousal that Suzy imagined she could actually feel its insinuating caress.
Unless, of Course, all this was in her head, thought Suzy. Perhaps this was still her own lascivious lust being projected upon a friend's innocent gaze. After all, just because Gena was. a lesbian when alone in bed with her roommate, it didn't necessarily follow that the girl would act as a lesbian toward Suzy.
And what would Suzy do if her friend should actually make a pass at her? Why, she would he horrified, wouldn't she? She'd run away as far and as fast as she could ... wouldn't she?
Suddenly, Suzy wished again that her friend had been alone in the house when she'd arrived there for dinner. If only this other girl, Kari, wasn't around, then she could discuss all this with Gena and have it all out in the open.
But fate, or someone had dictated different, and Suzy was not alone with her friend. And now her friend, and this other girl that Suzy barely knew, lay waiting in Gena's hot tub for Suzy to join them there. So Suzy took another long, deep breath to fortify her courage, and walked barefoot across the wooden deck of the patio to the hot tub's edge.
Gena's voice came softly from the steamy mist hanging above the heated water. "Come inside, Suzy. It's all warm and wet in here."
The suggestiveness of the invitation bored into Suzy's brain, sending a wave of arousal on a direct route to her own warm, wet pool. The pulsing, moist poolof her tender young cunt.
"Yeah," purred Kari, who lay in the water facing her roommate at the tub's .opposite end. "It's all creamy inside. Gena added a little bath oil. Jasmine, I think, isn't it, Gena?"
"Uh hmmm," breathed Gena, her voice just audible above the murmur of the bubbling water.
"Ooooooooo, it feels better than anything," moaned Kari. "Come on in, Suzy. It's really dreamy."
Suzy was in motion before she allowed herself a second more to think about it. She stepped up to the pool's plastic rock edge, then stepped over and into the water. It was hot! Really hot! And for an instant the intense heat of the water against her skin chased all other thoughts away, her worries and reservations included.
A moment later, and Suzy was chin-deep in the heated embrace of the bubbling liquid, her bottom resting upon a conveniently designed shelf that allowed her to simply sit and let the water work it's magic.
"Mmmm," murmured Gena and Kari together, and Suzy heard herself moan aloud in warm agreement.
Some time seemed to pass as Suzy lay there, the bubbling sound of the churning water the only sound she heard. Her eyes had fluttered closed at the instant of the water's sensuous embrace, and they had remained closed until now.
But the sound of a female whisper attracted her attention, and she opened her eyes to see that Kari had quietly crossed to her roommate's side of the hot tub and was now whispering into Gena's ear.
Suzy couldn't make out exactly what the girl was asking her friend, but whatever it was, Gena now nodded, apparently in agreement, and said, "Sure, honey. I don't think Suzy will mind. After all, we're all girls here."
Gena's eyes met Suzy's silent questioning look from across the tub, and her expression begged patience from her friend. All would be explained soon, her eyes seemed to assure Suzy, as Kari moved along slightly on the underwater seat, then slipped a bit deeper into the bubbling froth.
Now it was Gena who crossed over the pool to Suzy's end and settled herself by Suzy's side, as Kari settled herself just a bit lower in her own seat.
Gena had apparently decided a bit of explanation was called for after all, and she leaned close to Suzy and whispered into her ear. "Kari likes to get off underwater," she said simply.
Suzy whipped her head around to face her friend in alarm. "You mean, she...?"
"Uh hmm," answered Gena, nodding toward the blonde, who was now reclining low in the water, her golden head resting back against the plastic slope of the tub's fake boulders. The girl's eyes were closed now, and a small frown creased her sweet, steam-moistened brow as she clearly began to concentrate on arousing herself sexually.
But even in her slight shock at this unexpected openness, Suzy found herself confused over a somewhat mundane detail of the spectacle she was witnessing. Although Kari was clearly enjoying the first sweet stages of manual sexual stimulation, Suzy couldn't make out the source of that stimulation.
Both of Kari's hands were in plain sight, as she was allowing both her arms to float listlessly upon the water's surface at her sides. So then, how was the girl stimulating herself?
Gena's next whispered comment provided the surprising answer. "You see, I've had this hot tub for a couple of years now," she said, again quietly in Suzy's ear.-"And I had a friend of mine, a guy who's really good at plumbing, make a few changes." She giggled salaciously. "I had him move a few of the water jets from the bottom and backs of the tub to the center of the seating ledges here and there."
Suzy looked at her friend, not understanding for a moment. Then a sudden memory brought it all into clear focus. Suzy had discovered by accident one summer, in the shower of her parents' beach house, that a girl could lie on the shower floor, her knees drawn up to her chest and her pussy spread wide, and the hot spray from the showerhead could send her practically into orbit with the orgasms it would produce.
Suzy guessed that during that summer, her poor, overworked little cunt had been the cleanest it had ever been, since she had made a habit of spraying it out in this manner several times each day for the two months her family had stayed there.
So the principle of orgasming under the forceful spray of hot water was a concept not unfamiliar to Suzy. And so she could imagine with very little effort the thrills the more intense spray of a hot tub's water jet shooting directly up into a girl's pussy and clit could trigger. It made her own little cunt practically ache just to think about it.
Across the hot tub from Suzy and Gena, Kari was beginning to twitch about a bit. Her intense frown had become almost a grimace, and every now and then a small, sharp whimper would escape her tightly clenched mouth.
Kari's hands came up from their floating position at the water's surface to join together in a clasping embrace over her glistening yellow hair, and Suzy readily interpreted from the movement that the girl was beginning to brace herself against an onrushing cum.
Suzy well remembered how, lying on her back in her parents' shower, the watery spray would send an orgasm crashing down on her that would nearly make her scream out. Suzy would have to cram a handful of wet washcloth into her mouth to stifle her cries as wave after wave of sweet orgasm crashed over her young body, leaving her weak and shattered, crying softly to herself softly in utter fulfillment under the still-pounding hot spray.
But now, at the seeming height of her arousal and passion, when the satisfaction of a jarring cum seemed to be almost upon her, Kari seemed to falter ... to hesitate ... and to cry out in a voice of disappointment.
"Ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered, almost in tears. "I can't! I just can't!"
The girl looked pleadingly at her roommate, still seated in the bubbling water at Suzy's side. "So ... can you? Oh, can you, please? Suzy won't mind, will you, Suzy? Oh, pleeeeeeeze, Gena?" Gena looked at Suzy for a long moment, thoughtfully, then turned back toward the begging girl ... and finally nodded.
Suzy watched, mystified, as Kari reached both her hands quickly below the surface of the churning hot water, squirmed about a second or two, and then came up with the tiny bottom of her bikini swimsuit, which she tossed carelessly over the rock edge of the tub.
Now Kari's begging request of her roommate was clear to Suzy. The girl had been unable to reach orgasm because her swimsuit bottoms had been in the way. She had asked permission to remove the impeding garment, and Gena had allowed it.
Kari now wriggled herself back down upon her geysering water jet, and almost instantly began once again to whimper and moan at the sweet sensations that it produced. Her blue eyes were tightly shut, as if in the deepest, most serious concentration.
After a few moments of tortured bliss, Kari shot suddenly upward in her seat with a forcefulness that sent water splashing clear across the bubbling water's surface to the pool's other side, where her two companions lay observing her frantic actions. Her small body, naked from the waist down, formed a tight, taut bridge momentarily above the surging surface of the pool's water.
The little blonde's mouth opened in a twisted, tight, silent scream, as if the sensations she was experiencing were too intense to otherwise express.
Then Kari's eyes snapped open as a second and even more devastating wave of orgasm seemed to snatch the young girl up, and this time, as she went off, she screamed out long and loud, and she came crashing down again from her arching stance, her convulsing body plunging back down into the bubbling water until her head itself slipped below the water's surface, her long, high scream of triumph becoming a harsh, , wet gurgle as her mouth became inundated with the foamy hot liquid.
Gena moved quickly from Suzy's side to the side of her flailing young roommate, rescuing the girl from the water's embrace. She steadied the girl in a warm clutch, offering reassuring kisses upon the girl's overheated and orgasm-flushed young brow.
Suzy was barely aware of all this, however, for an instant before KM had begun her final climb toward release, Suzy herself had located an upshooting water jet on the ledge just to the right of where she had been sitting, and had a moment later begun her own climb toward orgasm.
Now, even as her friend Gena and the slowly recovering Kari-watched openly from the other side of the hot tub, Suzy began to ride her own trembling young clit against the powerful jet under her seat, and it was she who now began to whimper and gasp as a deliciously hot girl cum signaled its rapid approach.
When her orgasm hit her, Suzy was only partially aware ihat her two companions had moved across the tub to her side, and that now she hadan almost naked young woman on either side of her own bikini-clad body.
Four female arms snaked in from either side of her, and when the first contortion of her girl cum engulfed her, her two friends were holding her tightly. "Ahhhhhh!" Suzy shrieked, as her two sisters pressed close into her from either side, hot mouths as hot as the bubbling hot tub water munching tender kisses into her tear-drenched cheeks and the creamy hollows of her soft young neck.
When it was over, at last, Suzy found herself in the arms of two completely naked young females. Somewhere during her momentary lapse into unconsciousness, after her first incredible hot tub cum her two companions had removed their swimsuits, and were now as naked as water nymphs.
More alarmingly, Suzy's own swimsuit had somehow disappeared, no doubt peeled away by these very same two girls during her brief dizzy spell. Suzy was now as naked as Gena and Kari, and the instinct for modesty once again rose up within her mind.
But before she could protest, Suzy felt strong hands lifting her up out of the bubbling water, and onto the wide, plastic ledge that surrounded the big tub. Gena remained on the deck behind her, steadying Suzy's shoulders back flat against the ledge as Kari splashed back into the water and positioned herself between Suzy's widely splayed legs.
Suzy instantly knew what the two girls had in mind, and she began to struggle against Gena's strong, restraining, hands. But an instant later, she froze at the sizzling sensation of a female tongue lapping up against her trembling young clitty for the very first time.
Now there was no way in the world she would even have dreamed of escape. Suzy's entire body seemed to melt under the gentle lap ... lap ... lap ... of Kari's warm, wet tongue upon the aching, swelling bud of her already swollen little clit.
It was as if a switch somewhere inside herself had been flicked into a position it had never been in. Now her systems were all running hot and fine. She was exactly where she knew she should be. She was where she belonged.
She was being licked and sucked by another young woman, and it felt as natural as breathing to Suzy.
The orgasms began soon after. And it was a long while before they finally fluttered to an end.
Before then, Suzy had received the tongue caresses of her friend Gena as well as young Kari. Gena and her blonde roommate had even shared Suzy's melting wet pussy at the same time for a time, nearly an hour, and Suzy had writhed and screamed, and screamed and writhed, and bucked and panted, and screamed all over again before they were done eating her.
Then the two athletic young women had carried their friend, nearly delirious by this time, off to Gena's bedroom. And there they started all over again.
The two girls licked and sucked their young friend until poor Suzy was nearly blind from the hot orgasms she'd endured.
It was almost as an instinctive move for survival that Suzy finally rolled little Kari over onto her back on the bed and then plunged her own tongue into the sugary wet flesh of the girl's small pink pussy slit.
The flavor that rushed into Suzy's mouth tasted like spiced honey. It was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted. Instantly Suzy Foster was in love with the flavor of pussy juice, and she delved for it with fingers and tongue until the little blonde she was eating bucked and gurgled deliriously in delight.
Pulse after pulse of sweet young girl cream spurted forth onto Suzy's flicking and plunging tongue. And then it was Suzy who was squealing wildly with delight as the forgotten Gena slipped up on her from behind and drove three long girlish fingers up into Suzy's pussy from the rear.
Once Gena had plunged the fingers of her other hand up into her own quivering fuck hole, there were three naked young women gasping and crying with delight there on Gena's bed, the three wetting the sheets with girl sweat and pussy cream until they all three exploded into an absolute frenzy of orgasm that sent them almost instantly to sleep in the warm, moist embrace of each other's arms.
Suzy awoke late in the night to find Gena Billings down between her legs, munching softly at her tender young snatch, and her excited cry of orgasm soon after awoke young Kari, and the three were at it again in a cycle that would be repeated over and over again before dawn found the girls sleeping soundly, contented smiles upon innocent faces, glistening with girl cum.
Suzy and Gena and Kari spent a leisurely day together, sunning on Gena's patio, soaking in the hot tub and rolling around in various interesting combinations in Gena's bed. After a time, Gena's bed became so trashed that the three had to move to Kari's room, where the whole process started again.
There was very little conversation through all this, apart from the knowledgeable Gena giving the occasional helpful instruction to Suzy, the novice of the group.
Suzy found herself taking to these lesbian games as naturally as she had taken to the male/female version of sex when her boyfriend David had first introduced her to it a few months back. She was somewhat surprised to find that rooting around in the honey-sweet wetness of another girl's snatch was every bit as exciting to her as her first few days of exploring David's hard young cock had been.
And the operation of female genitals was every bit as complex! A little tongue here, a small suck at each side of a girl's clit, and a dozen other tiny detailed modes of attack could send a girl skyrocketing from one searing climax to another.
And, if properly handled, a girl could go on cumming forever, practically! Suzy even learned a few things from sucking and licking at another girl's rich, delicious pussy that she could use when playing with herself.
She would have to teach David a few of these tricks as well, Suzy promised herself, though she feared that it might take another girl to properly apply these methods. Maybe only another girl could know exactly what to do to make a girl really cum.
What a shame, Suzy thought to herself, as she licked and nibbled at little Kari's blonde-fringed cunt for about the thousandth time that morning. What a shame that all girls didn't know the magic that her pussy could experience at the hands and tongue of one of her sister females.
And the power! That was an addictive element to these girl-on-girl sex games as well. The feeling of having another woman at her total mercy, being able to bring her off quick, or make her seemingly wait forever before tipping her over into an orgasm that would leave her shaken and drained. And then to know just what to do to drag her up again for yet another convulsive cum. To keep that going all night if she wanted, that was as exciting to Suzy as the orgasms she herself received.
And if it hadn't been for Gena's suggesting Suzy might join up with the Brant College ladies' softball team, Suzy might never have discovered these delights for herself.
This reminded Suzy of something she'd completely forgotten about. The reason she'd joined the Curves in the first place-her boyfriend David! His competitiveness as an athlete, and his sensitivity about his girlfriend's own talents on the ball field. All that had kept him from mentioning to her that a girls' ball team at Brant even existed.
Suzy remembered that shehad joined the team in order to prove herself-to David, and she suddenly realized that, for the few weeks since she'd joined, she had managed to keep it a secret from him, at first because she was waiting for the perfect time to spring it on him, and later because of her fascination and confusion over her discovery of the rampant lesbianism among teammates.
Now the delightful problem of when to spring her surprise on her boyfriend came once again to the forefront of her mind, and at a rare recess in their lovemaking later that afternoon, Suzy asked for Gena's opinion. And, quite naturally, Gena had the perfect answer.
It was Gena's idea that the girls of the Brant College Curves take on the guys of the Brant Bombers, in a an unofficial match to prove once and for all which of the two was the top team.
Suzy thought the idea was absolutely perfect! She couldn't wait to see David's face when she told him! Then if the girls could only beat the guys, that would be the best day of the summer, even if it cost her many hours of intense fucking with David in order to reinflate his poor, crushed ego.
Suzy giggled delightedly at the entire prospect, and rewarded Gena for the idea by another extended sucking of her throbbing little clit until her friend was practically climbing the walls.
Later, the two girls picked a Saturday two weeks away for this historic showdown with the guys, and they and Kari settled down to yet another delicious session of three-way girl loving, punctuated by many a sigh and scream, that lasted long into the early evening.
CHAPTER EIGHT
But before Suzy and the Brant College Curves would get their chance to take on the Brant men's softball team, they faced another challenge, as Suzy found out before she finally managed to wriggle out of her two friends' bed.
Gena explained to Suzy that there was a long ongoing rivalry between the girl softballers at Brant and their counterparts at Price Academy, a junior college for girls located over in the next county. Several of Gena's "close friends" attended the school, and she had proposed to Coach Rollins an unusual condition to put an extra edge on their upcoming game with Price the next Saturday.
It seemed that the girls on the Price Academy summer softball team shared in the Brant College girls' enthusiasm for lesbian activities, and Gena. had proposed that whichever team lost this next contest between the two agree to pay off the members of the winning team with certain special sexual favors, favors only another young woman knew best how to provide.
Suzy was at a point now where very little Gena revealed to her could cause her to react with anything like surprise. After having spent a long night and leisurely morning and afternoon sucking and licking at her friend's wet young pussy, and having her own eager young cunt attended to in this way as well, Suzy would have believed that nothing could now shock her.
But the idea of applying her still novice tongue and lips to the snatch of some complete stranger, just because that girl's team had beaten hers at softball, served to awaken a certain reluctance and discomfort on her part.
And if the Brant College Curves should be the winner in this proposed contest, it would be Suzy who would be receiving the intimate attentions of that complete stranger. Suzy thought about the idea and wasn't at all sure how she felt about it.
"How..:" she began to ask, stutteringly. "How do you decide ... which of the girls ... goes down on you if we win, or which one you have to go down on if we lose?"
Gena saw her friend beginning to blush at the bluntness of her own question and smiled. She slithered into Suzy's arms, causing her to shiver once more with the beginnings of arousal. "Easy, sweets. We go by team position. If you play first base on the day of the game, then the girl who plays first base that day for Price pairs off with you afterward."
Suzy wanted to ask whether Gena knew the girl who would play opposite to her position during the game, and Gena sensed this and chuckled. "Don't worry, babe!" she laughed, ruffling Suzy's long, dark, bed-tangled hair. "I've heard Coach Rollins has you set to pitch this time, and the girl who's pitching this summer for Price is an absolute doll! I swear, you'll practically cum in your shorts when you see her! She's as dark as you! And, boy, can she suck cunt!"
Suzy looked up into her friend's eyes, her own reflecting the nervousness she still felt. "But ... what if they win instead of us? Won't she ... won't she know I'm new to this? What if I can't satisfy her?" Gena smiled down at Suzy with a warm, soft smile. "Sweetie, I've never seen anyone take to sucking another girl's pussy like you did. You just spent the past twenty hours making my pussy almost scream you were so good. And just look at poor Kari!"
Suzy shifted her gaze farther down the disheveled bed to where Gena's blonde roommate slept. The girl was sprawled upon her back, right where Suzy had left her after having sucked her small pink clit until she'd gone into a near fit of convulsions, her pussy spurting jet after jet of sweet honey into Suzy's thirstily waiting mouth.
After one long, last, high, piercing scream of delight, little Kari had fallen back where she lay now, in a virtual pool of cunt juice, her coltish thighs splayed obscenely and uncaringly as she slept away her sexual exhaustion.
"Just look at the way you knocked out my poor roommate," continued Gena, laughing now. "You practically ruined her! She'll sleep for hours, and, even after that, she'll probably be too sore for me to fuck for days!"
"Oh, I don't know about that," said Suzy, flattered that her friend would think her newly discovered talents at pussy eating were so well-developed this early on. "Anyway," she added, swelling under Gena's praise nevertheless. "I'll bet if we both tried together, we could probably wake her up."
Suzy followed this comment with a naughty little wink that made her proposal clear and, with a big approving smile from Gena, the two moved down on the bed to either side of the young woman who shared it with them, and slowly began the sweet work of bringing Kari Connors back to life again.
Gena took charge of the girl's small breasts, the nipples all pink and glowing from the mouths that had munched and teased at them many times over the preceding hours. And Suzy began kissing her way down Kari's smooth-muscled torso to the sweet junction of her thighs and the wet pink honeypot that awaited her there, her own thoughts still haunted by the prospect of going down on the Price team pitcher, or having that unknown young woman do the same for her.
The game was set for the following Saturday, on the Price Academy's home field, and Suzy determined to use the time she had until then to polish her new skills at girl-loving by polishing the pussies of Gena and Kari.
Saturday was bright and sunny, and cool for early summer. The ivy-covered halls of Price Academy glowed freshly in the clear light in the distance as Suzy gazed across at them from her position atop the pitching mound on the Price baseball diamond.
Gena had been right. The pitcher for the Price Academy Posse, or "pussies," as her own teammates good-naturedly called their rivals, was a dark-haired beauty that made Suzy's heart start to sing the moment the young woman stepped onto the field at the bottom of the first inning.
Just the sight of this girl had Suzy breathing hard. The girl's raven hair was cut in a short pageboy, the bangs of which shaded dark brown eyes that were cute as a puppy's. The girl was obviously a star player for the Posse, judging by the graceful way she moved.
The sun, shining on a silky curve of creamy tanned calf as she braced, hands on knees, and prepared to deliver the opening pitch, made Suzy's mouth absolutely water.
It was quite a chore for Suzy just to keep her mind on the game as it started, and not on the anatomy of the girl who she would be required to pleasure afterward should Suzy's team lose, or who would have to do the same for Suzy if the Brant College Curves came out victorious.
Suzy seemed to see all of this girl's movements almost in slow motion. Whether the girl was simply walking to her position as her team took the field, or in action on the pitching mound, Suzy saw it all through a sugary haze.
And with each small, smooth motion, Suzy found her hunger for the girl growing. She almost hoped her own team would lose to the Price Posse, just so that she would, in fact, get to slip her thirsty tongue inside this slender young beauty.
Suzy licked imaginary girl honey from her lips and tried, with only marginal success, to keep her mind on the game at hand. As for the delicious game-after-the-game-that would take care of itself, no matter which girl, the dark-haired doll before Suzy's gaze or Suzy herself, would be the giver and which the receiver of the forbidden pleasures that were to be the winning team's prize.
So the game rolled on, with the score all tied up after five innings. Then the rotation of the Posse batters came around to the sable-haired object of Suzy's ever-intensifying fantasies, and the girl now stood in the batter's box awaiting Suzy's pitch.
For the first time now, Suzy heard the dark-haired girl's name. The PA announcer's echoing voice called out: "Cathy Jennings" as the girl who had stepped to the plate. For some reason, just the name made Suzy's legs tremble and her young pussy go moist within her shorts.
Suzy found herself almost tempted to slip the girl an easy one, right across the plate, to perhaps tip the balance in the Posse's favor, so Suzy would be insured of the opportunity of pulling down the panties of this hot little nymph.
But Suzy's team ethic halted any serious consideration of doing such a thing. The Curves came first, no matter what urgent signals her own little cunny was sending out to tempt her toward betraying them.
And, besides, it would be just as thrilling to have this girl rummaging her tongue around between her own legs. Maybe even more! After all, in that case, it would be Suzy who would get to cum.
So, in the end, for her first pitch toward Cathy Jennings, Suzy wound up and sent a hard, fast ball rocketing by the girl. The shot was perfectly in the strike zone, and the girl swung hard into the onrushing ball, but missed.
A grunting little "Ooomph!" of effort accompanied Cathy's missing swing, and Suzy wondered instantly whether the girl would make such a sound as a strong surge of orgasm hit her.
Just as she had done with dozens of her sister females of late, Suzy pictured what this girl would look like in bed, naked, frigging her own little clitty into cumming. Or rolling in the arms of another naked young woman, embracing closely, perhaps head to tail, in a shared sixty-nine lovelock of shared orgasmic delight.
Suzy imagined the dark-haired Cathy emitting just such a heartfelt sound, but, this time, into the sweet muffling wetness of another pretty girl's warm, open cunt, and felt her own cunt send a ripple of excitement up her spine, and then throughout her young body.
She felt her face grow hot, even as she began her wind-up. for her second pitch. Another meteor shot through the center of the strike zone, and once again Cathy Jennings swung powerfully, and missed.
But when Suzy tried to "put the girl away" with a third lightning fast ball, her opponent was ready for it, and with a crack that sounded like a gunshot, the girl sent Suzy's pitch bounding out, back toward her in a blistering grounder slightly to Suzy's left.
Suzy Foster played this game without thought. When action was required, she surrendered herself to her own carefully trained and highly skilled instincts. She was in motion instantly, moving to her left into the skidding ball's onrushing path and scooping it into her glove almost without effort. And, without breaking her stride, she stepped toward the first base line in time to intercept the running girl approaching her.
A touch of the ball and glove, and Cathy Jennings was out. The girl's dark brown eyes locked with Suzy's at that instant, and there passed between the two an emotion that held a mutual respect, and something more as well.
As the girl turned back toward home, Cathy leaned in close to Suzy and murmured low, so that only her intended listener would be able to hear her say, "I hope your pussy tastes as sweet as mine."
Suzy nearly wet herself with pussy juice at the girl's remark. She felt herself flushing hotly, even as she heard herself whispering to the smiling girl in return, "I can taste it already."
The smile upon Cathy Jennings's face spread even wider. Then she nodded once, slowly, and slowly slipped forth her pink little tongue to run it along her red lips from left to right in a motion that made poor Suzy's trembling young snatch gush pussy juice anew.
Then the girl turned her back on Suzy, and she jogged easily back to home, the cheeks of her small, taut young ass wriggling saucily under the material of her tight uniform shorts.
Suzy Foster watched her as she went, her eyes fixed to the retreating behind in an almost unbreakable spell, wondering just how in the hell she would be able to keep her fevered young mind on business for the rest of the game.
But she did. Suzy kept her mind on business, and kept her opponents to one run, the only run scored for the Price Academy Posse. And that matched the only one scored for the Curves; At the end of the ninth inning, the game was tied at one apiece, and since there was customarily no extra inning proscription in this girls' summer league, the match-up ended in the tie.
To Suzy, it seemed the perfect outcome, since Gena came bounding up to her after the game's conclusion to explain that, since technically both teams had won, something that had never happened before in the long rivalry between the Price Posse and the Brant Curves, the two team captains had decided to split the prize of sexual favors as well.
In other words, instead of the members of the losing team having to "service" the winners, each pair of girls would decide who was the "master" and who was the "slave" for the settling up by a private coin toss.
This suited Suzy just fine, and as she stood beneath the shower of the visiting team's locker room at Price Academy, she eagerly anticipated the party that would begin in Stewart Hall, the Academy's main dorm, and the "settling up" that would happen later on in the dorm room of her. counterpart, the sultry little pitcher for the Price Posse, young Cathy Jennings.
Suzy gave up on getting her excited little pussy dry. A towel just wasn't going to do it. She would need something else to wipe away that slippery cream. Like Cathy Jennings's wriggly pink tongue.
There was an ice-cold keg on tap in the main suite on the fourth floor of Stewart Hall, and the dorm was alive with giggly young women. It seemed the girls of the Price softball team had somehow managed to get rooms almost exclusively on this one, wide floor of the huge dorm, and now these same girls who had been warring on the field with the visiting girls of Brant College were partying cheerfully with their rivals in friendly hospitality.
Suzy got herself a beer, and then walked about the large suite watching and listening as her teammates established or renewed acquaintances among their hosts.
Suzy had always pictured girls who attended costly junior colleges as stuck-up, debutante types. But, judging from the members of its softball team, Price was an obvious exception. There were no school uniforms here. In fact, Suzy noticed a complete absence of any mode of dress that could even be called sensible.
The girls of Price were running about the dorm hallways and the suite the floor shared dressed as casually as could be imagined. There was not a bra in sight beneath the T-shirts and athletic shorts that seemed to be the accepted dress code of the day. Of course, there were more than a few "dress" brassieres in evidence, but these seemed to be more a form of night wear than underwear.
A few of the girls wore T-shirts so long that their hems dropped low enough to cover their cute little behinds, and it was impossible to guess what the girls wore beneath those low-riding hems.
Suzy was just noticing one particular girl, a large-breasted young blonde wearing her hair in a bouncy gold ponytail-a second basewoman for the Posse, she remembered-who was dressed in this way. A long, blue T-shirt, emblazoned with the Price Academy seal, and underneath it the Printed in Canada slogan: "The Posse Does It All Night In Stewart!"
Suzy felt her already wet young pussy moisten even more at the slogan's obvious meaning, and, just then, the little blonde whose T-shirt she'd been reading bent over to draw herself another beer from the keg in the blanket-wrapped ice tub on the suite's floor. When the girl did so, Suzy gasped and felt her poor little pussy run with sap once again.
The bending girl was wearing no panties beneath her long T-shirt! The hem of the thin blue garment rode up as she bent, and Suzy had caught a quick flashing glimpse of curly gold beneath the sweet divide of the girl's firm, round butt cheeks. It was the gold of the girl's glistening, pussy curls, and the sight made Suzy's young mouth water as wetly as the mouth of her own trembling young snatch.
Suzy found herself wishing instantly that it was this little blonde that was destined to share her bed for the evening, whether it was she or Suzy who the coin toss determined would be putting her tongue into lesbian action.
But just at that moment, Suzy felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned reluctantly from the tempting sight of the bending blonde, to discover herself face to face with the young woman that she was indeed scheduled to sleep with this night.
Cathy Jennings stood before her, dressed in a manner that made Suzy Foster gasp anew. A robe of scarlet silk covered the dark-haired beauty from shoulders to a few inches below her waist, and the robe was carelessly parted above to reveal a hint of the twin mounds of the girl's small breasts. These were encased in a lacy bra of the same deep color, and made the buttery tanned skin of the girl's cleavage appear as smooth, sweet and delicious as hot buttered rum.
The girl shifted slightly as Suzy gazed at her in startled silence, and gazed lower along the girl's lithe, athletic frame. A faint scent of fine perfume, something expensive and sweet, but not cloying, floated out to reach Suzy's nostrils. They flared slightly as she drank it in, and she whimpered slightly somewhere in the back of her throat as the perfume achieved its intended effect.
"Hi," said the dark-haired girl, as she stood gazing into Suzy's eyes in a way that made her already aroused young cunt moisten. "I'm Cathy Jennings," the girl continued quietly. "You'll be in my room tonight."
"I...." Suzy was having trouble with words at this point, and she stumbled about, trying to make her mind work. But the painful desire she felt in the close proximity of the other girl made it nearly impossible.
Just as she was about to make an effort at a coherent response to the girl's words of introduction, the girl reached forth a hand to touch her again, this time upon her soft, flushing cheek. Another whimper bubbled up from Suzy's throat at this touch, in response to another sudden gush of cuntal cream into the crotch of the silk panties she wore beneath her white cotton shorts.
And that whimper turned into words that came unbidden from her very soul. "I ... I want you ... please...." she murmured, just under her breath, and something seemed to move in the face of Cathy Jennings. The girl's friendly smile seemed to melt, and, for a moment, Suzy felt panicked that perhaps her spontaneous proposition had frightened or alarmed the other girl.
But the smile upon Cathy Jennings face was melting, in fact, into an expression of fierce desire.
Without a word, but with a quickening of breath that Suzy could plainly hear, the dark-haired nymph lowered the hand that momentarily reached to caress Suzy's soft, passion-heated cheek and took firm hold of Suzy's hand, and the two girls, walking a little stiffly, due no doubt to the achy swelling of the sweet wet cuntal tissues between their trembling young thighs, moved quickly down one of the dorm hallways leading away from the party suite.
Cathy Jennings led the way, and no words passed between the two hurrying girls, even when they passed an only partially closed door to one of the dorm rooms and saw two girls hotly embracing on the lower of the room's two bunks.
Both of these girls were naked to the waist, hands massaging soft handfuls of each other's full breasts as they shared a long, deep, wet kiss, their mouths working hungrily as the still-clothed lower halves of their young bodies began to wriggle slightly against the bed upon which they sat, obviously becoming worked up to the point where full nakedness would soon be required.
Suzy 's breath caught in her throat as she and her host paused outside this door, both girls watching the activities within for a moment before Cathy tugged again at Suzy's wrist, pulling her along farther down the hallway toward Cathy's own dorm room.
Suzy was hardly aware of the door clicking shut behind her as Cathy Jennings tumbled her visitor down onto one of the two single mattresses in the room. The hottest, wettest female mouth Suzy had ever known in her brief experience with lesbian sex now fastened down upon her own, and her mind launched away on a sea of desire so hot she felt she might explode from the pressure she felt building up within her.
Hands were scrambling everywhere at once. Seconds, later, she felt herself naked on the bed, though her partner as yet remained clothed. This realization triggered Suzy into action herself, and her own hands were pulling and tearing at the scarlet silk robe and what lay only partially hidden beneath it.
The lacy red bra, and the tiny matching silk and lace panties as well, came away as quickly as if they had melted from' the girlish heat of their shared passion, and now both girls were clutching at each other in an embrace that could only ultimately lead to a pair of truly frantic female orgasms.
As the dark-haired girl's panties had been whipped away, the sweet scent of Cathy's freshly uncovered young snatch drifted up to engulf Suzy's nostrils in a dream of chemical intoxication. She felt a fog of passion more intense than any she had ever felt before, in the presence of man or woman, close softly down upon her, and she issued forth a whimper of pure sexual desire.
It was practically a snarl, in fact. A snarl of feminine hunger as old a womanhood itself.
Suzy Jennings felt as alive as she had ever felt at any time in her young life. She was all powerful. She could do anything in the world, be anything she'd ever wanted to be. Fuck anyone she'd ever even dreamed of fucking!
She was a woman!
Suzy pushed up out of Cathy Jennings's hot embrace, causing the other girl to whine out a panicked cry of protest. But Suzy was only repositioning herself. She wriggled around until she lay face to face with the dark, closely trimmed curls surrounding the other girl's drippy wet snatch, her own sweet cunt suspended upon violently trembling, wide-spread knees above the other girl'sown mouth.
It was clear that the dark-haired girl was more than familiar with this position, for she quickly moved into the dance without a second's hesitation, bringing her hungrily opened mouth and thirstily
. extending tongue up into Suzy's proffered young cunt, with a cry of female desire so intense that it was nearly a scream.
Two hands reached around to cup Suzy's taut young butt cheeks, and Suzy felt herself pulled abruptly down onto the face of the girl who lay below her.
It was Suzy herself who screamed out now, as she felt the skewering tongue of Cathy Jennings come slithering up inside of her. It was a feeling so good she thought she might go mad.
Instinctively, Suzy dropped her own face down-into the pool of glistening wet flesh of Cathy's pussy in return, and the two naked young women began to wriggle and dance there upon the small bed, their gurgling, fretting cries of passion echoing throughout the dorm room.
Pencils, notebooks, school clothes and other student things in the room seemed alien and out of place now. Only the two naked girls mattered, and they were aware only of each other as they wrestled their way upwards toward an orgasm that they somehow sensed would be a true earth-shaker for them both.
The small college dorm room might as well have been some remote cave, the two students a l pair of primitive females celebrating their basic sexual natures upon a cavern floor of bare rock, wrangling and tossing in the dust until one or both finally erupted into an explosion of delight that would have them howling out in the night.
It was Cathy who cried out first, as Suzy's tongue between her legs ignited the passion that had been rising there for some minutes.
It was the vibration of Cathy's wild, harsh scream against the delicate tissues of her own simmering cunt that caused own orgasm to suddenly flame into life an instant later.
It felt like she was coming apart. Or cumming apart. Like all her inner tissues, all the sweet juices of her being, were melting into fresh, sweet, pussy juice. And that hot, flowing pussy juice was spewing and spurting forth with but one desire-to be thirstily swallowed by the girl who fed at her there.
With only part of her orgasming brain was Suzy aware of Cathy's mouth and tongue lapping and sucking at her pulsating, convulsing young snatch, the girl drinking unquenchably at the fountain of Suzy's frothing young cunt in a desperate attempt to get as much of it down as possible before yet another set of her own cunt spasms made it impossible to do anything at all, but throw back her tousled head and howl in delight.
The same pattern was developing for Suzy, who lay above. Between each new series of orgasmic convulsions, she lapped and sucked and drank the sweet syrupy fluids flowing from the dark-haired girl's young cunt, her mouth bathed and slippery with pussy juice, frantic to obtain as much of the wonderful stuff as possible before another wave of orgasm made her actions uncontrollable for another long instant.
And so the two naked young students traded away, scream for scream, gulp for gulp, until their throats were hoarse from shrieking and their flat young tummies were all but filled with the liquid product of each other's hot passion.
The two lapsed into unconsciousness at nearly the same instant, their young bodies instinctively shutting down before the onslaught of pleasure became too much for their sanity to bear.
They slept as peacefully as could be, until around midnight, when Suzy awoke to the tickle of a small, pink tongue up between her naked young thighs. It was Cathy, of course, striving to begin the action once more, and Suzy eagerly moved into sync with her host, her own tongue seeking out the small, swollen node of Cathy's sweet little clit.
The girl squeaked with delight as Suzy's pursed lips fastened down upon the tiny organ, and the little sable-haired darling began to cum almost at once, the first of more than a dozen midnight cums the two girls would share there in Cathy Jennings's dorm room, the small chamber filling again and again with the cries of sweet female passion until, somewhere near dawn, the two collapsed once more in a pleasurable exhaustion that had them sleeping until mid-afternoon, but still more than ready to begin all over again upon awaking.
CHAPTER NINE
When Suzy had first sprung the idea of a special softball game between the men of the Brant Bombers and the women of the Curves, her boyfriend David had actually laughed at her. But he'd caught himself pretty quickly, realizing from Suzy's look that he was putting his plan for that evening's sexfest in some serious jeopardy.
"Look," he said, gently pulling his girl into his arms. "If you gals really want to do this, I know the guys won't object." Then he added, "But you really better be ready to lose, because I'm telling you, girls just can't play as hard as men."
"Women," Suzy said, simply.
"What?"
"Women," she said adamantly. "Not girls! We prefer to be called women, if you don't mind."
"Uh-oh," he said, smiling. "You've been hanging out with Gena lately, haven't you?"
"What does that mean?" she asked, defensively. "Nothing. Nothing. Now come here," he said, pulling her closer. "I'll show you one thing I know a man can do better than a woman. Let's go to bed, and see who cries uncle first."
Suzy had to hold back a grin that threatened to erupt across her face at David's remark. What would he say if she were to tell him that she'd found out very recently that this was another thing women could do every bit as well as men-making her little pussy cream and cum.
But there was no real reason she should-shatter his fragile male ego. The big game between the Bombers and the Curves would do that, she was sure. Despite the fact that she really believed her team would beat those guys, her friend and teammate Gena had come up with a foolproof plan for making their victory an absolute certainty.
So she'd let her cute boyfriend dream on a while longer about his supposed male superiority. She'd just do what she'd always done in her relationship with him. She'd let him have his innocent manly dreams, and enjoy him for what he was best at--fucking her hot pussy to distraction until he was too weak to stand. Then, as always, she'd patiently wait around while his system recharged, and then let him fuck her again until he'd once more had all he could handle.
If that made him feel more like a man, well, then fine. The more he felt like a man, after all, the more he'd feel like fucking his adoring young girlfriend.
But all the while, Suzy's girlish secret was that it would never be she who was satisfied by even the longest, most protracted encounters with her boyfriend's magnificent hard young cock. No matter how much or how often David, or any man as far as she knew, put out, a woman was always ready and aching for more. Her powerful little pussy was constantly in gear for action, and able at a moment's notice, for sucking away every ounce of cum a man could produce, and still be hungry and thirsty for more.
That was the secret of the female's power over the male. Sooner or later, the male was exhausted, at least temporarily. But the female never tired. She could come a thousand times for every one ejaculation a man could produce.
In the sport of fucking, the female would always come out on top.
And now, after David had made the calls to his fellow teammates announcing to his, no doubt, startled friends that a game with the girls was set for the following afternoon, young Suzy Foster prepared to once again enter that particular arena, slipping out of her white T-shirt and blue denim shorts and panties, as she pushed her boyfriend tumbling backward onto their bed in David's apartment.
Her hands were at the buckle of his braided leather belt almost as soon as he hit the mattress. David's hands reached down to assist her, but Suzy batted them away, wanting to do the job herself, knowing that she could do it more quickly than he could.
She proved the extent of her proficiency, too. The belt was undone and the zipper at the front of David's faded jeans was slipping down in seconds, his already raging hard cock, unencumbered by any underwear, springing up into view as soon as Suzy pulled aside the open fly.
Suzy smiled in satisfaction at the sight of that ridged tower of flesh as it popped into sight. It stood before her fixed gaze, throbbing and pulsing with the young man's rapidly accelerating heartbeat.
This was another true token of the power of the female. She had made this male hard-on and, although it may have been his, it was hers to do with as she pleased. David was at her mercy now, and if she wanted to tease him awhile, and then just get up and walk away, leaving her young man in torment, then that was her free choice. And if she decided to have him fuck her, fuck her hard, hard enough to make her scream at the thrill of his possession of her, then that was her choice as well.
It was she, Suzy Foster who was in control, no matter what David, or any man, might prefer to believe.
Now she lowered her head, and placed her mouth, smoothly and simply over the purplish bulb of trembling flesh at his manhood's tip. She heard David groan aloud at the sensation her warm mouth caused him there, and smiled slightly around her mouthful of male meat, deciding then and there how she would enjoy her man this time.
She was thirsty for cum. And that would be what she would milk from her cute boyfriend this very minute. Her thirst was suddenly overwhelming in fact, so that she felt she had to have a big load of hot man cream spurting into her mouth, throat and tummy now, right now.
There would be no teasing, no delaying the final rush toward David's moment of ecstasy this time. On other occasions Suzy had taken literally hours with her oral ministrations of her man's hard cock, stroking it slowly with lips, tongue and fingers, even stroking the long, stiff organ between the small pillows of her young breasts, laved with sweetly scented oil for the occasion, until its entire length had been steel-firm, powerful enough to crack stone it seemed, before she'd allowed David to reach the final peak and jet forth the white gush of his precious male cream in a powerful spray like that from a fire hose.
By that time, David would always be nearly sobbing for release, wordlessly pleading with his young lover to carry him over the edge into heaven.
But this time, Suzy's hunger was too intense, too immediate for such playful games. Right now, she had to have David's seed in her belly. She longed for the warmth and the richness of it. And she longed for the power she would feel as this man of hers helplessly offered his male essence up unto her.
"Ahh! Ahhhh!" David cried, his head falling back against a pillow, his back arching upon the mattress, his lithe muscles abruptly ridged as the muscle of his cock. Male fists grabbed handfuls of white bed sheet, tanned knees moved higher on either side of Suzy's rapidly bobbing head, toes curled, bracing for the moment, the ultimate moment of purest male love.
"HUHHHHHHH!" The cry was an expellation, a huffing grunt as sharp as a gunshot, and David's body uncontrollably punctuated the sound with the first huge shot of white-hot semen jetting deep into his amazing girlfriend's frantically working mouth and throat.
So powerful was this initial gush of sperm that it, in fact, passed over Suzy's tongue and down her throat to pool immediately in her exquisitely delighted young belly. Her taste buds alone, aching for the eagerly anticipated rich flavor of the syrup, protested this bypassing of the senses, and made Suzy's throat close down so that the next sweet spurt, when it came, would splash back and around within her mouth so that she could savor it before sending it down in a luxurious swallow to join the first.
"Aghhh!" Another explosive cry, and the accompanying gush of sperm fulfilled all of Suzy's culinary requirements. Warm male seed sprayed into her mouth, filling it with the taste she loved above all. It was even better than female pussy cream. Not as sweet, perhaps, but far more exquisitely intoxicating.
Suzy savored the flavor like a connoisseur appreciating a sip of fine wine. She rolled it on her tongue, swished it over her delighted palate again and again, until every possible nuance of enjoyment had been explored and relished to the max.
Then, just as she prepared to swallow the rich mouthful, another and yet another warm gush of fresh cream shot forth from the convulsing pole of flesh she held at her mouth's portal, washing her mouth and rapidly working throat anew, until those gulping gobs joined the ones in her churning, cum-thrilled young belly.
This was the nourishment women were designed for, thought Suzy, as she savored the final, less intense male spurts upon her trembling tongue, allowing these last dregs to melt there, and absorb into her system directly, making her female brain almost dizzy with delight.
Suzy made her pillow of her young man's right inner thigh as she lay studying the softening pole of his manhood and waiting for the man it, and she, belonged to, to recover from the cataclysmic cum she had induced in him.
Suzy was almost distracted by the cream cocktail she'd just imbibed to the point where she forgot about the double purpose of this night's sex session with David, here on the night before the big game between the Curves and the Bombers. But now she remembered, and shook herself from her peaceful daze.
She had a job to do here, and that was to suck and fuck each and every possible ounce of energy from her dear young boyfriend, so that when she was done with him for the night, there would be absolutely no energy left for the big game.
That had been her friend Gena's secret plan for assuring a win against the guys. To sex the boys out at night, and then run all over them the next day on the ball field.
A very good plan, Suzy and the whole girls' team had agreed. And even now, as Suzy began to stroke and lap her young man's cock back up for action, her sister teammates on softball squad were slipping into bed with specified members of the boys' team, assigned by a drawing held the day before at Gena's apartment.
Nearly every member of Suzy's team was well-equipped for the night's little adventure, riding a guy to exhaustion, except for Gena's little roommate Kari. In Kari's case, sex in her young experience had been almost exclusively with girls, with Gena in particular. So Gena had planned to take the little blonde along with her to the bed of the shortstop of the men's team, and the two of them, Gena and her young apprentice, Kari, would work together to do what had to be done.
Suzy smiled again around her slippery mouthful of rehardening young cock at the thought of Kari's big, blue eyes and how they would probably widen as big as the sky at the innocent girl's first sight of a throbbing penis. Would she run and hide? Or would she jump on it?
The image tickled Suzy into an even wider grin, causing a small sharp gasp from David as her exposed white teeth grazed accidentally against the organ's tender underside.
"Mmmmm ... sorry...." she mumbled, and then rewarded him with a quick series of up and down movements upon his now rigid young piston, causing his strong back to arch once again as he began another climb, slower this time, toward delicious orgasm.
Suzy made a cautious sidelong glance at the bedside clock and realized she'd have to hurry. Since the number of men on the Brant College Bombers was somewhat greater than the number of girls on the Curves team, a few of the-girls were going to have tg double up on this night, and Suzy had agreed .to finish off her boyfriend somewhat early in the evening and then join Gena and Kari outside the room of the Bombers' first baseman in the men's summer dorm.
Suzy settled into her work now in a more business-like manner. Again and again, and again a fourth time, she drank the sweet effusions of her boyfriend's miraculous young cock. Then, after really having to work at getting it up to attention once more, she climbed atop him and began a rapid, pounding fuck ride that left David, more than a half-hour later, drained.
The poor boy was asleep even before his young cock had slipped, hopelessly limp for the night, from the cum and cream-soaked channel of Suzy's spasming cunt.
Suzy had actually allowed herself the luxury of cumming herself this time, but her body was far from satisfied. On any other night, she'd have used her own fingers to give herself a few more good whammies before settling down.
Now, however, she had more important business to attend to. Business with her two girlfriends and a certain lucky first baseman, who was about to enjoy the night of his life. Business that would no doubt provide her with the extra jollies she needed to really send her hungry little pussy into orbit.
Gena and Kari were waiting just inside the main door to Arbor Hall, one of the men's dorms that had been left open for Brant College's summer session students.
Suzy slipped in quietly to join the two shortly before midnight. Gena looked "so excited she seemed to glow there in the darkness with a light all her own. It was clear from the sparkle in her eyes that her first assignment of the evening had gone well.
As for young Kari, Suzy wasn't quite sure how well she was adjusting to the realities of male-on-female sex. The little blonde seemed distracted, her blue eyes vague and nearly as wide as Suzy had predicted they would be after her first sight of a male erection.
Gena caught Suzy's gaze, and whispered to her friend that, indeed, Kari had been somewhat shaken by their first male encounter of the evening. "She wouldn't so much as touch him for a while," Gena said, with a touch of exasperation. "Then, after I made him cum the first time, she actually screamed!"
"He ... he squirted ... ," Kari said quietly, apparently overhearing her friend's comments.
"Yes, he did, dear," answered Gena, reassuringly. She turned back to Suzy, but spoke now so that the other girl could hear more openly. "Then we sucked him, and Kari helped out. But she wouldn't fuck him. No way."
"I thought he was going to turn my poor little pussy inside out before he was done."
"He even ... did her ... in her ... in her bottom," Kari finally managed to say, shaking her head in wonder at the almost unimaginable thought.
Gena laughed affectionately at her roommate, then nudged both her friends toward the lobby elevator. "Come on, girls. Work to do."
And they were off.
And before the night was over, it was Suzy who was getting fucked up the ass-twice, by the first baseman of the Brant College Bombers.
And it was this very same first baseman, oddly enough, that would miss catching the line drive hit by the same Suzy Foster, triggering a complex and comedic series of errors, by an understandably exhausted group of young men, that would turn that hit into the home run that would eventually win the game for the ladies of the Brant College Curves and prove to everyone involved that, when it came to at least one kind of soft-balling, it was the women who were the best athletes, and always would be.
