AFTER THE CORN-FED BEAUTY CAME TO NEW YORK CITY AS A MODEL, A WHOLE NEW WORLD OPENED TO HER, FILLED WITH BISEXUALITY, GROUP SEX-AND CORN-HOLING!
"Wow!" I heard Tina exclaim. "All I can see right now is Doug's balls. His cock-the whole thing-is inside you."
As if I didn't know! As if I had to have her tell me that! Oh man, I could feel it. I could feel every inch of rigid man-meat buried in the dark, humid depths of my no-longer-virgin rectum. Back in Minnesota they called it getting 'corn-holed' or 'greeked.' We girls used to snicker about it, swearing we'd never do anything so lewdly outrageous as that. Now here I was in New York, on my knees with my butt raised high, a handsome, virile stud behind me, his hand firmly gripping my hips as he plunged his steely cock into the depths of my exposed, open and very willing ass. And as if this weren't outrageous enough, there was his girlfriend-my new roommate-eagerly helping out!
"How does it feel?" Tina asked.
"It feels great," I panted, "and I love it-every fucking inch!"
With that, Tina pressed her mouth to mine and tongue-kissed me while her boyfriend banged my red-hot butt to an explosive orgasm!
CHAPTER ONE
There I was with Jimmy's cock in my mouth, daydreaming about other things. About getting away from this little Minnesota town and away from guys like Jimmy. Here I was giving him head, and I didn't even know why I was seeing him. Back in high school he was the big prize. Handsomest dude in the senior class, star forward on the basketball team, Mr. Popularity. But now it was a year later and we were out of high school. And Jimmy was working in his pop's little hardware store and I just knew that's where he'd wind up for the rest of his probably drab and uneventful life. I'm sure he imagined I would become Mrs. Hardware someday, and keep the books for him. And raise a brood. And go to the mall once or twice a week, which constituted the big thrill in these parts.
I didn't even feel like fucking him now. I knew he always expected me to spread my legs for his benefit after I went down on him. But I just didn't feel like that. All I wanted to do was to get him off, and get it over with. That sure wasn't the right attitude for a red-blooded young woman to have about her boyfriend, was it?
Though Jimmy was always a Mister Bigshot around the local folks, he was no bigshot in the sex department, that's for sure. He was a big guy all right, but he had this little, unimpressive cock. And he could never keep it going very long. He'd always blast off after a few minutes of stimulation. Then he'd give me this song and dance about how that was because I was so beautiful and so hot, so that he'd get so turned on so fast that he just couldn't hold it back very long. Uh huh. Didn't do very much for me, though.
So now I thought I'd just let him do his thing in my mouth and not even bother having him put it inside me. So I jerked the shaft with my hand and ran my tongue all over his knob, just the way I knew he liked it. Moments later I heard the familiar grunt and when a couple of drops of spunk dribbled out of the tip of his dick into my mouth, I knew he had done his thing. That's another thing about Jimmy, he has these puny little climaxes. I haven't been with too many guys, but one guy I dated on the sly this year-he was a very horny married dude-when he came it was like lava exploding out of a volcano. Man, I just loved when he did that, when he really squirted. That was so hot! I would still be seeing him, except he became rather obsessed with me and started talking about leaving his wife and two kids. I wasn't ready for that, not at all! Kristen the home wrecker was certainly not how I saw myself.
Anyway, Jimmy fell back into his post-orgasmic stupor and I even had to help him on with his pants. Then I looked at my watch. "I'm late," I said.
I work at a women's shoe store in the mall and had to get to work.
"Can't you just give me a massage before you leave, babe?" Jimmy whined. "Will you do that for me?"
"No, I can't," I said a little resentfully. Jimmy was always trying to slow me down and keep from doing what he knew I had to do. It was the spoiled high school jock star in him. Everybody's got to drop everything to service him and make him happy. I was getting pretty tired of the jerk and his sorry act. Pretty soon it'd be time to say good-bye to this loser forever. Nothing turns a woman off more about a guy than selfishness in bed.
"Aw, c'mon, just a little one. My back is real stiff from shooting hoops this morning," he pleaded.
"Here," I said throwing him the phone book. "If you want a massage, then hire a masseuse." He regarded me with that dumb, open-mouthed look of his. He always said I was so "fresh."
"Good-bye, Jimmy. See you around," I said dismissively. And this time I knew dismissing him from my life altogether was what I had to do. And had to do soon.
It was a slow day at the shoe store. It was the middle of the week, and mostly wives with time to kill were shopping now. It was still early, and so the high school mall rats hadn't poured in yet. I used to be one of those mall rats myself a little while ago.
And then a woman came in who made me look up and stare. She definitely didn't seem as though she was from around these parts. Beautiful and very stylishly dressed, she had big city chic written all over her. Once in a while I see a woman like that and she makes me dream. Dream of being as stylish as she, of coming from where she comes, living the sort of life she probably lives.
The thought of living in this dull town and working at the mall in this crummy little shoe store much longer drove me insane. I was addicted to magazines, especially fashion mags, filled with ads and layouts of these luscious young babes dressed to the nines and living sophisticated, extravagant lives. I could see myself doing that, easily. My girlfriends would always tell me that I was a dreamer when I told them that one day I would, indeed, do just that. They'd always try to quash my dreams, telling me there were millions of great looking, tall girls in the world and not to get my hopes up. But that's the way the girls around here think. Meet a guy, get a job, have a baby, buy a crappy little house and go to the mall for kicks. Don't have any ambitions. But that kind of life was definitely not for me.
"Can I see those?" the woman said, pointing to pair of walking shoes in the window.
I showed her a pair in her size and asked if she'd like to try them on. I took off one of her shoes and noticed she had gorgeous, perfect feet. I can tell you for sure that three out of four pairs of feet that come before my purview are not exactly what you'd call a feast for the eyes. But this woman's foot was perfectly turned, each toenail topped with the sheen of a nail polish whose intriguing hue I had never seen before.
"I love that color," I said, pointing to the polish. "Thank you, it's a Beautine polish."
"Oh, I just adore their products," I said. Beautine was a cosmetics company and I used a lot of their stuff.
"Really?" she said, apparently pleased to hear me say that. "You know I'm not really here to buy shoes."
I looked up at her. "Oh? Why are you here then?"
"I'm here to check you out." I blushed suddenly, feeling a little uncomfortable, but also very curious hearing her say that flat out. "Me?" I asked.
"Yes. I represent a modeling agency in New York City. And I've been sent here to find new girls. And we're looking for one girl in particular," she said.
She explained that Beautine Cosmetics was searching for a new Beautine girl. Everyone knew the "Beautine Girl." She was in a million magazines and TV ads. And rather than selecting her from among well-known models, as they had been done before, this time the search was on for an unknown. The woman said she was one of several reps sent out to find that girl. And that's why she was in the mall this afternoon. She said she had noticed me through the window and wanted to come in for a closer look because she thought that maybe I could be a candidate.
"But why did you come all the way out to Minnesota?" I asked, wondering why a representative of a top New York modeling agency would bother coming out to this dull, out-of-the-way neck of the woods.
"Believe it or not, this part of the country is known for its beautiful women. So many people from around here are of Scandinavian ancestry. So there are a lot of tall, attractive, blond women to be seen, such as yourself. And women of that type are in demand in our business," she explained.
"Really? Well, I'm of mixed Swedish-Finnish ancestry," I said. "And I do remember reading something a while ago in the Minneapolis Star about how pimps from big cities come out to these parts looking for new hookers."
"See what I mean?" Joyce said.
"So models are like hookers?" I teased.
"No! No! I don't mean to imply that at all! It's just that pimps and modeling agencies both search for good-looking women; I suppose that's what I'm saying," she explained. "Anyway, I may select one or two girls from the area. Perhaps you'll be one of them. Those selected would have the opportunity to come to Manhattan for a week, all expenses paid naturally. They'd meet with the ad agency and with Beautine executives. Of course there'd be several girls from different parts of the country. We do want an American, though, so we're not going overseas on this one. Then a very small group of finalists would be selected. And, eventually, one of them would be chosen as the Beautine girl. And for the others, we'd have them meet people in the business and help them get modeling work and maybe even develop a career as a model. Does that interest you?" she asked.
Did it interest me! That was like asking a fish whether it was interested in swimming.
"Listen," she said, handing me a card. "I'm scheduling several girls to come to my hotel tomorrow. I'll have a photographer there. We'll do a brief interview and take some pictures? Do you think that might suit you?"
"Uh ... yeah," I stammered.
"What's your name by the way?"
"Kristen, Kristen Lynd," I said, still stunned at what I was hearing.
"I'm Joyce Wright, Kristen. You're really very lovely. And I'd like you to be one of the girls we talk to and photograph."
She asked me what time I'd be available and made an appointment for me, telling me not to worry about preparing myself and to just put on my normal makeup and wear clothes that were comfortable.
For the whole next day I was so excited I could hardly breathe. And then I looked up at the clock and saw it was almost time for my appointment. So I quickly put on my sexiest skirt and top and some make-up and rushed out to drive the thirty miles to Joyce's Minneapolis hotel.
"Hi Kristen," she said. "You're the last girl we're seeing this afternoon, so we don't need to rush."
Joyce led me into her lavish hotel room and introduced me to the photographer. He started off by taking a few head shots. Then he looked at his watch.
"Oh shit, I've got to go down to the lab to get those proofs," he said worriedly.
"That's okay, take your time. Meanwhile Kristen and I will talk and we can order up a snack. I'm dying of hunger. You're not in too much of a hurry, are you, Kristen?" Joyce asked.
"No, I've got all day," I said. For this I'd have all weekl I'd risk losing my job just to have this opportunity.
"Actually, Tony," she said to the photographer. "You've been at it nonstop today. Why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off and I'll finish up shooting Kristen myself."
Tony seemed happy to be dismissed.
After he left she leaned towards me, a conspiratorial tone in her voice.
"There's a guy he met at a club last night that he's got the hots for, so I thought I'd take pity on him and let him have some down time," Joyce said.
"Oh, I guess he must be gay," I said stupidly.
"Many fashion photographers are. In fact, most men you meet in the fashion world are, for that matter," she said.
"Yes, I've heard that."
She reloaded the camera with film.
"Actually I spent so many years in front of a camera that I learned how to use the equipment. At least to take test shots and stuff like that," she explained.
"Oh, you were a model?"
"For more than ten years. Then last year I turned thirty and thought it was time to quit. And that's when I quit working for the agency as a model and joined management. I'm a director of model development there now," she explained.
To me, Joyce looked more like twenty-five than thirty, and she was still very, very beautiful. Looking at her closely now I thought I may have seen her in fashion spreads in the past.
She picked up the questionnaire I had filled out and scanned it.
"So. You're just shy of twenty, and you don't know whether you'll be going to college or not."
"It depends on what happens, what comes along," I said, the hopefulness clearly apparent in my voice.
Now she eyed me very keenly, her gaze moving slowly from head to foot.
"You're a very, very beautiful young woman and though my bosses in New York will have to see the shots themselves, I have a hunch we'll be asking you to come to New York," she said with a smile.
I took a deep breath, trying to suppress my giddy delight at hearing this.
"Now I don't want to make any promises, but I have a good feeling about you," she said. "Let's take a few more photos now, then we'll order some food."
Tony had just taken face shots. Now Joyce had me pose against a white backdrop and took a series of body shots. I tried to adopt the poise and posture of seasoned models I had studied so carefully in fashion magazines.
"Now let's take some in the bikini. Are you wearing it? Or do you need to change? You can change in there if you need to," she said, pointing to the bathroom.
I panicked. I didn't remember her saying anything about bringing a bikini.
"Uh, I didn't bring a bikini. Did you ask me to? Oh, I'm so sorry, you must've told me. I'm-" I mumbled, but she stopped me.
"I'm sure it's my fault," she said with a wave of the hand. "I probably forgot to mention it. We can take some in your underwear instead. If you don't mind, that is. Lingerie is a big part of what you may be doing."
"But ... but I'm not wearing a bra," I confessed.
"Hmmmmm," she said, looking at me. "Well, I don't know how you'd feel posing without one. But a lot of fashion work, especially for the European magazines, is topless."
"Oh, I don't mind at all," I said, a tad too eagerly.
And I didn't. I've never been too shy about nudity. Especially in front of other women.
"Good, let's see what you look like then."
I unzipped my skirt and took it off. Then I pulled off my sweater, leaving me standing there in just a little pair of bikini panties.
"Lovely body," she said, eyeing me closely. "And such nice, big breasts too."
"Oh, are they too big?" I asked worriedly, knowing that the fashion world was one place where large breasts were often not the asset for a woman they were in other quarters.
"Oh no," she said. "When I was modeling, they all favored small tits. But these days a lot of art directors like full-breasted models. I'm sure you'll do just fine."
She now took a series of photos of me in panties only. Somehow posing like this was making me excited. I had fantasies in the past of posing for men's magazines, though I doubted Joyce would be asking me to take off my panties and spread my legs!
"You really are beautiful," she said, putting down the camera and holding her gaze for a long, long moment. That lingering look hinted of something. It hinted that Joyce might be a woman who was attracted to other women. I knew that look well. I had had quite a few gay and bisexual girls look at me in just that way. And once or twice I had been tempted to give in to that sometimes strangely seductive look, curious to experience what intimacy with another female might be like. But none of those females had ever been half as beautiful or sexy as Joyce. Who knows? Maybe she would be asking me to take off my panties and spread my legs! Part of me was beginning to actually hope so!
She must've been reading my mind.
"While we're at it, maybe I'll take a few shots of you in the nude too. I know an art director in Rome who I think would love to use you. And unlike most guys in the trade, he's straight. Sending him a nude photo of you will definitely give you an edge."
Hell, I would've gladly ripped my panties off even without the tantalizing prospect of intriguing a major Italian fashion photographer!
"Sure," I said, "I don't mind."
And so I took off my panties. I was about to lay them down, but Joyce grabbed my wrist and took the panties from my hand. She was sitting down on the edge of her bed and I was standing right over her.
"Nice and warm," she said, sniffing the crotch of the panties and rubbing them against her face, "and sweet smelling."
"That's because they've been pressing against my pussy all day," I said boldly. I knew what was up, and I was happy and eager for it to happen. I had wondered when the right opportunity might come along for me to become sensually intimate with a woman. When I had fantasized about it, the idea of making it with a girl my age didn't turn me on as much as doing it with an older woman. Especially the first time. And now it looked like the time was right at hand. Of course, it didn't hurt that I wanted Joyce to be on my side and make a strong pitch for me in New York. If offering myself to her would help in that way too, then fine. It was just an added bonus.
"Yeah, I'll bet you have a nice, hot pussy," she purred.
"Why don't you check it out for yourself," I said, shoving my snatch right in her face. I wasn't about to let her know this was my first time acting like this with a woman. That's why I made this bold play.
"You'll have to trim that hedge if you do lingerie," she said, staring at my thick bush. I do have a very pronounced clump of pubic hair down there and I knew that if I ever worked as model I'd have to trim it. But for the time being I liked it nice and thick like that. And I think Joyce did too, running her fingertips gently through the thicket of curls.
Then she slowly ran her hands up along my waist and stomach.
"You're so nice and slender, and your skin is smooth and taut. You really do have a perfect figure."
"Are you sure these aren't too big, though?" I said, bending over just a little so my breasts were right over her face. Like I said, I have full, round breasts though I never thought of them as especially big. But in the modeling world my tits probably stood out.
"No, these aren't too big at all," she said, cupping them in her hands as I bent over just a little bit more so they were right in her face. She looked up at me, hunger in her eyes.
Perhaps she knew she shouldn't be doing this with a prospective candidate such as myself, but lust was definitely in the air and she couldn't help herself. She ran her hands gently and sensually over my breasts, so unlike the way Jimmy liked to grab them, all rough and awkward. Then she brought her mouth down to them and planted little kisses all over until, finally, she took a nipple in her mouth and began to suck it. When guys suck your nipples, often they're like big, awkward babies. Joyce sucked my nipple like a woman.
"That feels so good," I whispered. And it did. I have very sensitive breasts and I love to have them kissed and caressed, to have the nipples licked and sucked.
As she moved her lips from one nipple to the other, she ran her hands down over my belly, and then to my legs, sliding a hand slowly up one thigh.
I was getting very, very excited.
Then she slid her hand between my legs and this time probed deeper into my bush, finding my pussy slit.
"Look at you, you're all moist down there," she said, pulling away from my nipple to look up at me again.
"I'm moist because what you're doing is turning me on," I said, a little amazed at my forthrightness with this older, sophisticated woman.
"Turn around now," she said, pulling away her mouth and her fingers.
I pivoted on my feet, my back to her now.
"What a nice ass," she said.
I do have really cute buns, I'll admit it. My butt is trim, like the rest of me, but my buns stick out rather provocatively, I've been told. And they're firm and springy and smooth. I've been complimented on them more than once. So now I swayed my butt nice and slowly. I'm 5'8" and I have very long legs, so with Joyce sitting on the bed and me standing in front of her I knew my buns were just about at her eye level. I could almost feel her gaze on my ass.
Now she took my buns in her hands and, unlike my breasts, which she caressed very gently, she really kneaded and squeezed my cheeks.
"They love trim but shapely butts like this in Europe. You'll be a sensation with the magazine directors over there, I just know it."
"And do you like my trim, shapely butt?" I cooed sexily, turning my head to look down at her. She looked up to catch my gaze, pure lust in her eyes.
"I love it!" she said, her voice husky.
As she kneaded and massaged my butt she began to spread apart my buns.
"Bend over," she said.
I bent over, putting my hands on my knees.
"Oh God!" she panted. "I have to do this!"
The next thing I knew she had her tongue between my buns and was licking away at my asshole! No one had ever done that to me before. I would've loved it, I think, if a guy had offered. But it never occurred to me to ask any of them to do it to me. Although once or twice I had licked a guy down there.
"Do you like that?" she asked, a bit hesitantly.
"It feels heavenly," I said, bending over even more and thrusting my butt back against her face. She took her time licking me, as I closed my eyes and reveled in the delicious new sensation. I never realized I was so sensitive down there and that my ass would be so responsive.
"Come down here now," she said, dragging me by the arm until I was down on the bed with her. She wasted no time spreading my legs wide apart and sliding her face between my thighs.
And then I felt it, her tongue right on my pussy. By this time I was so hot and aroused I knew only the barest flicker of her tongue would bring me off. I knew she wanted to spend time down there and I actually felt sort of bad that I was as close to the edge as I was. But I just couldn't help myself, the pitch of arousal was too much for me. And so only seconds after I felt her tongue on my swollen clit I sensed it coming on, that sharp, unmistakable pang of pleasure climbing up my legs and down my spine.
"Oh ... God...!" I cried, holding her head, pressing her face against me. And then my whole body quivered and shook as I suddenly climaxed.
"Wow! That sure didn't take long. You're quite a firecracker," she said, looking up at me now, her face all wet from my pussy.
"I didn't give you much of a chance to get familiar with me down there before I came," I said. "Did I?"
"It was short, but was it ever sweet. Your pussy tastes so nice, the guys must all love lunching on you," she said.
Maybe they did, but not one of them had ever told me what Joyce just told me, that my pussy tasted sweet. Was it because Joyce was a woman, and women were more appreciative of that kind of thing?
After I got my breath back I realized that Joyce was still all dressed. This was my first time with a woman. And though now I had been caressed, been loved by a woman, I still had the that main course to experience. After all, I had been licked by guys plenty. But what I had never done was to go down on a girl. And that's what I yearned to do now. My virgin tongue longed to taste another woman's pussy.
"You're all dressed," I said.
"Well why don't you undress me then?" she said.
I unzipped her jeans and pulled them off. They were tight.
Then I unbuttoned her shirt and saw her breasts.
"See? They're flat." she said, looking down at herself. "Not like yours."
"But they're still real pretty," I said as I admired the faint buds, each topped with a sharp little nipple.
I ran my fingers across both nipples and they became instantly erect, just like a horny guy's dick does the second you touch it.
Then I pulled off her panties, leaving her as naked as I was. Except for her flat chest Joyce had a body very much like mine, a model's body, I suppose you'd call it. Slender and lithe and long-legged.
"Come here," she said, holding out her arms.
I collapsed against her as we pressed our hot, eager, naked bodies against each other, hands caressing, lips meeting in a searing, open-mouthed kiss. She thrust her tongue between my open lips, the tongue that minutes ago had been licking my asshole, my pussy. I savored that recognition, that intimacy.
"Now I get to do you," I said, pushing her back and bringing my face down over her long, lovely neck to her nipples. I kissed and sucked each one as she moaned and hissed, writhing in pleasure. She may have had very small tits, but they sure as hell were sensitive! Then my lips grazed downward, over the smooth skin of her hard, flat belly until I was down there, at her bush.
She spread her legs instinctively as I stared at it. Here I was, my face only inches from a woman's pussy. It was a lovely pussy too, with clearly defined labia meeting on top at a little hood, and her shiny clit clearly visible and protruding.
"Like what you see?" she asked as she caught me just staring at her down there.
"It's lovely," I said, planting one delicate kiss right on her vulva.
"Yessss...!" she hissed when she felt my lips on her, pressing her pussy against my face, begging for more contact.
I had never given head to a woman but I thought I had a pretty good idea of what kind of contact gave a woman greatest pleasure down there. A few guys I'd been with, good lovers, unlike Jimmy, had taught me a thing or two. But I had no better teacher than my own fingers. I'll admit it, I'm a chronic masturbator. And with all those many, many hours my fingers have spent between my legs I've learned a thing or two about what it took to make a pussy feel really good.
So now I took my time, teasing Joyce, running a fingertip gently along the folds of her pussy and over her glossy little clit. Then, smoothly, I worked a stiff finger up her very damp and very tight vagina, all the while rubbing her clit with a thumb. This was a variation of one of the main ways I liked to please myself-one or two fingers inside, a fingertip on my clit.
"Yes ... yes ... yes!" she panted as I caressed her.
Then I replaced my fingertip with my tongue and lips, licking and sucking her clit while I now slid a second finger inside her along with the first. She arched her hips up against my eager tongue, my probing fingers.
And then I could feel those first little quivers, soon turning into a whole-body trembling as her pussy suddenly became twice as moist and I knew she had climaxed. And it was me-Me!-who had brought her to an electrifying climax. I felt like I had just lost my virginity and, in a sense, I had.
"That was so beautiful," she moaned softly as I came up for air. We kissed tenderly, passionately, my lips, with her feminine essence on them, meeting her own.
We just lay around for a while cuddling and talking and caressing each other. Then Joyce looked at the clock.
"We better get dressed, Tony's going to be back any minute. I think he'd be a little shocked seeing me in bed with you."
When I was about to put on my panties, Joyce took them from my hand.
"Could I keep these? As a memento?" she asked sweetly.
"Sure," I said. "But give them to me first for a moment."
I took them from her and brought them between my legs, rubbing them all over my still very wet pussy. Then I returned them to Joyce.
"You really are something else," she said, looking me right in the eye. "I think you're going to do very well in the modeling world, and I'm sure we'll be seeing you in New York."
"I sure hope so," I said, somehow feeling confident that very soon I'd be leaving the Midwest for a more exciting life.
CHAPTER TWO
A few weeks later I got a phone call and it was from Joyce. She told me to brace myself for some very good news. I had been selected as one of the candidates for the Beautine girl. She said that a plane ticket and a check to cover initial expenses would arrive in my mail in a few days.
"Mom! Dad! I'm going to New York!" I shouted as my parents rushed over to congratulate me. They had initially been a little apprehensive about the idea of their little girl going to the big city to try to become a model. But they knew how much I had been dreaming about just that. I had been subscribing to fashion magazines for years, and Mom and Dad knew this was what I wanted to do more than anything in the world. And they had always tried to support me.
But my older sister Heather was glum. Since our teenage years she had envied and resented me. And Heather had this really spiteful streak. When I was younger she used to love to torment me. But as I grew older and would no longer tolerate her abuse, she developed a simmering resentment of me, though I don't know why. I had always tried to be nice to her. And it's not as though she were an ugly duckling or anything, resenting my good looks. Heather was real cute. It's just that I was cuter. Maybe that's what it was; she somehow couldn't help feeling she was in the shadow of her baby sister.
Heather, two years older than me, was going to college and was home for the summer. She had been rotten to me all summer long, but when she heard I had this golden opportunity to begin a glamorous new career as a model, she just couldn't take it. She seethed with barely concealed envy and resentment at the thought that I might be considered for such a position.
And now, seeing that it had all become a reality, I could see the cold menace in her eyes.
"What'd you do, give somebody a blow job to get this?" she said spitefully as she passed me in the hallway.
Not quite a blow job, Heather, I said to myself. More like a little muff-diving.
So I just tried to ignore her. My sister could be such a bitch sometimes.
I was feeling so good about being accepted that I figured I'd throw old Jimmy a fuck for old times' sake. I had broken up with him, knowing full well that he just wasn't doing it for me anymore, and hadn't for a long time. And I didn't need to drag the residue of that relationship with me to New York. So one weekend night, when I knew my parents would be away for at the fishing cabin for the weekend, I invited him to spend the night with me.
As usual, the sex was nothing special. But I was so thrilled to finally be escaping to New York and getting away from the Jimmys of this world that I did my best to be nice to him and make him feel good.
Soon after Jimmy had left, I heard loud footsteps outside my bedroom door.
"I'm going to tell them!" Heather snapped at me, barging into my room.
"Tell them what!" I said, irritated, as I often was with her, especially in the mornings.
"Tell them you fucked a guy here last night, you filthy slut."
Oh shit! Heather had found out. I had tried to slip Jimmy into my room quietly and get him out of there discreetly, but evidently we weren't quiet enough. There was a rule in the house that neither me or my sister could brings guys over for the night when our parents were away. Now I had broken that rule.
And now my sister was going to squeal on me.
"You're not really going to tell, are you?" I said, figuring that even though she was spiteful, that she wouldn't actually tell on me to our parents. Not at our age. After all, we were two adult women now, not girls. And you'd think that despite our differences we could cover for each other on matters like this.
"Yes I am," she sneered. "I am going to tell."
"You're such a bitch, Heather," I said. "If you tell Mom and Dad I swear I'll whip your nasty little ass."
"Hah!" she said hissed as she turned her back on me, strutting out of my room with a haughty smile.
As soon as my parents returned from their weekend trip Heather rushed right up to them. I tried to catch up with her to stop her, but I was too late.
"Mom? Dad? I just want you both to know that Kristen had Jimmy over and he spent the night."
"Why, you little shit!" I barked.
Mom and Dad were growing weary of our spats. And they were fully aware of just how spiteful and nasty Heather could be.
"You two work this out, okay?" Mom said, bored. "Your father and I have better things to do."
Later, when they went out, I turned to Heather. "You cunt, you little tattle-tale cunt!" I hissed at her.
She actually looked a little scared, and my expression, I knew, was coldly hateful. I was sick and tired of her bullshit and I figured it was finally time to put the bitch in her place. I should've done it long ago.
"It's because you don't have anybody to fuck, isn't it? You've always been like that-resentful, envious and spiteful. When you can't have it you always have to try to spoil it for me." I continued. "You're just a real asshole!"
Then I just went up to her and shoved her hard. She lost her balance and fell to the floor. I held her down as she tried to get free of my grasp. Then I twisted her arms so they were behind her and turned her over on her stomach, pinning her down with my knees.
She broke free with one of her hands and lashed out at me, scratching me. But I took control of her again, grabbing that arm, twisting it hard and slapping her face.
"So you just had to tell Mom and Dad I had Jimmy over," I hissed.
"Well, you did, didn't you?" she said. "And you knew you weren't supposed to."
"Oh yeah? What about last year when you had that guy from Chicago over for a night when Mom and Dad were away?" I reminded her. "What about that?"
Heather had transgressed just as I had. But, unlike her, I made sure to keep it secret.
She knew I was right, but she just couldn't admit it. So instead of saying she was sorry she decided to give me the finger and tried to run back into her room and close the door behind her. But I pushed the door open with my foot and bolted in there with her.
"Don't you give me the finger!" I shouted, pushing her down on the bed, pinning her against the mattress. She squirmed, trying to get loose. She's pretty strong, but I'm stronger. She tried to break away from me again but I grabbed her halter top as she bolted off the bed and tore it right down the middle.
"That's my favorite top!" she screeched. She wasn't wearing a bra and her tits were hanging out. I have rather full breasts myself, but my sister has really big ones and she likes wearing tight halter tops so everyone can see just how big those knockers of hers are. Heather loves to flaunt them.
"Too bad about your fuckin' halter top," I said, taking control and pinning her down again. This time I straddled her and held her down that way. Then I decided on something. I reached down to undo her belt and pull down her zipper. I was going to spank the bitch, something she needed to have done to her for a long, long time.
"What are you doing!" she said, resisting like crazy.
"Just shut the fuck up!" I said, slapping her again.
She squirmed like an eel, but it was no use. I pulled her jeans down and when I did, I saw she was wearing a pair of my panties, one of my favorite pairs which that morning I noticed had been missing from my lingerie drawer. I had warned her several times to please desist from going into my underwear drawer and grabbing a pair of my panties to wear anytime she wanted. She was always putting off doing her laundry and, consequently, running out of clean panties. She obviously thought it was easier raiding my panty drawer than taking the trouble to launder her own undies. I had complained about this. But she had ignored my complaints.
"I told you to stay away from my panties, didn't I?" I said, seeing them on her.
Suddenly, she bucked her body upwards, knocking me off balance, and leaped off the bed again. She tried to make it to the door. But I tackled her and wrestled her to the ground, her big tits swaying every which way as she tried to break free, slapped her across the face to subdue her, but she lashed out at me with a free arm, almost scratching my eye.
So now I pinched her nipples, holding on to them.
"Keep your hands off my tits!" she yelled, grabbing my wrists. But I only pinched harder.
"Then keep your nasty pussy away from my panties! And your nose out of my business," I said, twisting her big nipples.
All of a sudden she brought her hand up between my legs, squeezing my crotch real hard, making me wince and let go of her breasts.
She knocked me off her and bolted up from the bed, trying to get out of the room. But I tripped her and she fell to the ground. Then I fell on top of her and we were all over each other, like two wildcats, shrieking and cussing.
"Get off me! Get the fuck off me!" she howled.
I knew I'd get the upper hand.
"I'll get off when I'm ready to get off," I said ominously.
Again, she marshaled her strength and grabbed the collar of my T-shirt, pulling it down and tearing it. Now my tits were exposed. We rolled around, clawing and slapping and punching each other until, finally, I got control again, pinning her down firmly, I thought. But she brought a knee between my legs, momentarily making me let go of her again.
Once more she tried to get off the bed and bolt out of there. But this time it was me who brought a hand between her legs, from behind, squeezing hard and forcing her to stay put.
"Let go of me!" she wailed.
"Shut the fuck up, Sis!" I warned.
I wouldn't let go of her crotch as, with my other hand, I pulled her hair back, hard.
"Okay, okay, you win! I took your panties, I'm sorry," she now confessed, helpless.
"Sorry isn't good enough. Take them off! Right now!" I demanded.
She took off my panties and handed them back to me. My sister stood before me naked now, finally subdued. She had ripped off my T-shirt and I tried to put it back on but it was torn down the middle and so I left it off.
I handed the panties back to her.
"Let's go to the bathroom, I want to see you wash them out. I'll bet they're all funky from your cunt," I told her.
She actually blushed, turning a deep pink when I said that to her.
I marched her to the bathroom and stood behind her.
"Make sure you wash that crotch out good, use plenty of detergent," I instructed.
I watched as she thoroughly hand-washed my panties and hung them up to dry. I stared at her now. I was tall and slim, but Heather was somewhat more voluptuous and she had a nice, round ass. Now that ass was going to be mine!
"Very good," I said. "Now I have my panties back, and they're all clean. But you still need to be punished."
"Punished? What do you mean?" she said, a little apprehensive.
"I mean punished!" I said, sitting down on the toilet and pointing to my lap. "Get over my knees!"
"But ... but ... why?" she stammered dumbly.
"Just get over them!" I shrieked, grabbing her arm and forcing her down over my lap, butt up.
When I was younger I was pretty balky and willful sometimes, and I remembered how Heather loved to just stand by and gloat as she watched me get one of my frequent spankings.
Now it was her turn to get spanked!
"What are you going to do?" she said, arching her head back to look at me worriedly.
"I'm going to do this!" I said, bringing the flat of my hand down sharply on her exposed and vulnerable buttocks.
"Ouch!" she squealed, trying to squirm away from me. "You can't spank me! Who do you think you are!"
I held her down firmly, bringing my hand down even more sharply this time.
"I'm your little sister, and I'm going to spank the shit out of you," I told her.
"You can't! You can't!" she howled, her face turning red with embarrassment as she found herself helpless in this exposed position.
"Oh really? I can't, can't I?" I said, further provoked now by her resistance. Now I really began to spank her buns furiously as she howled in protest. But she and I were the only ones in the house, except for the two dogs, so she could howl all she wanted.
"You're a naughty, naughty little bitch, aren't you? Squealing on me, and taking my panties?" I said as I spanked her repeatedly.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" she retorted.
"Aren't you naughty, Heather? Aren't you a naughty little bitch?" I said calmly as I reddened her bottom. Her buns were quickly turning crimson and my hand actually stung from the sharpness of my blows. I was loving this, giving my obnoxious big sister the sound spanking she so long deserved.
"Yes! Yes!" she gasped. "I am, I am naughty. I've been bad to you!"
So! Now I had my sister's number. She was actually enjoying this, knowing she deserved such punishment and gladly submitting to it now.
"You're loving it, aren't you?" I said, knowing full well that she was. And I was loving it too, actually getting excited spanking my sister's bottom like this. I could even feel myself becoming warm and moist between my legs.
"Yes! Yes! I love it!" she admitted. "Spank me! Spank me all you want!"
"Go ahead and play with yourself," I said. "I know you're dying to scratch the itch in that pussy of yours while I spank your nasty little bottom."
That's all the encouragement she needed as she worked a hand between her legs and started fingering herself. I could hardly believe it. My sister was masturbating as I spanked her!
Now she was actually thrusting her buns up, eager for the firm contact of my hand. I was spanking her so hard and had been spanking her for so long that my hand was actually getting tired. But for some reason I wanted to see her get off, even though my original intent was to punish her. If I made my sister climax in this very compromising position I knew I'd never have any trouble with her again. I had her number.
"Oh God!" she gasped. "Oh God!"
And then an unearthly sound escaped from lips as a savage orgasm tore through her, her body, draped over my knees, convulsing crazily.
I stopped spanking after her spasms had subsided and let her rest over my lap for a few moments. Then she got up on wobbly knees and averted my gaze. But I told her to look at me.
"Next time you want a pair of my panties, you ask, okay?" I said.
"Anything you say, Sis, you're the boss," she said, dropping to her knees, exhausted.
While she remained kneeling on the cold tile floor, I casually took off my own jeans and panties. Then I sat back down on the toilet and spread my legs, pointing between them.
My sister was stunned as she now found herself at eye-level with my cunt. I was straight until my recent unexpected liaison with Joyce, but I knew my sister had been bi for at least a few years, although she tried to keep it from me. Her college roommate confessed it to me one day though, after one too many beers.
"I know this is a meal you like to eat," I said, pointing to my pussy.
"But ... but ... you're my sister!" she said.
"Charity begins at home," I said, pressing her face between my thighs as she gladly dug in for a long, leisurely feast.
Finally I was on my way to New York. The goodbyes were tearful, but everyone wished me the best. Even my sister. And she did more than that. Heather insisted on giving me head the night before I departed. And that was after she begged me to spank her again. I had to turn up the stereo real loud in my room so no one could hear the harsh sound of my hand coming down fiercely and repeatedly on my sister's quivering buns as I reddened her helpless bottom yet another time, making her climax like crazy.
Now aboard the plane, I settled into my window seat hoping that no one would be seated next to me so that I could stretch out on the long flight to New York. My grandparents live in Arizona so I fly quite a lot. And I've found there's just about nothing worse than getting stuck with a jabbering bore sitting next to you or someone who forgot to take a shower that morning.
Another problem is that with me being as good-looking as I am, I tend to attract these dreary, horny men who can't stop ogling me. After a few hours that can get pretty annoying. The plane looked like it was filling up and I really doubted my luck would hold out. Someone was bound to be seated next to me.
And then he sat down. I looked up, delighted. This was no bore or overweight slug or loud-mouthed old gal who wanted to talk about her grandchildren. This was a hip young dude. And I thought I recognized him. He looked like the drummer for one of my favorite bands. I go see them play in clubs in Minneapolis once in a while.
"You don't play with the Black Vipers by any chance?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I'm their drummer. Rick Sunquist."
"That's so cool! I love your band. Are the other guys here too? Are you guys on tour?" I asked.
"Nah, I'm going to visit my pop. He lives up in Rhode Island. I'm switching planes in New York."
"Oh man, I'm so glad you sat down. I always manage the bad luck of having real assholes sit next to me when I fly."
He gave me the once-over, taking in my looks, relieved that I didn't consider him a potential asshole.
"I'm glad I sat down next to you too," he said, a sexy smile on his face, a wink in his eye.
Usually I get so pissed when some creep talks like that to me, but this rocker was real cute and I just love musicians. And drummers are a favorite. Guys who can just keep that funky beat happening, I figure they have something going on.
Soon the plane was in the air and Rick and I got comfortable. We took off our shoes and loosened our clothes.
We decided to pass on the movie, a real piece of crap that both of us had heard was the pits. The plane was dark now as the movie came on and it started feeling rather chilly.
"Are you cold?" I asked him.
"Yeah, it is chilly. Let's ask the stewardess for some blankets," he suggested.
We had the stewardess bring us blankets and draped them over our laps. Then we went silent and both closed our eyes. This was a red-eye flight and it had been more than an hour late taking off. So it was real late now and we were both a little tired. Or so I thought.
I lifted the armrest between our seats to give us a little more stretch room and that soon had the effect of bringing me closer to Rick. I could feel his thighs brushing against mine.
I don't know what came over me. I'm normally a little aloof with guys I just meet, but suddenly I felt like I couldn't keep my hands off this sexy rock & roll drummer. I had just broken off with Jimmy and my future was in New York. I had no boyfriend at the moment. But I had been feeling real sexy lately, beating off just about every night, and most mornings too. After that scene with Joyce, the modeling agency rep, up in her hotel room a couple of weeks ago, I had been feeling hot all the time. And messing around with my sister didn't help cool me down any. Actually it was women I was lately fantasizing about more than guys, but now that this masculine dude had sat down next to me I was back to the main groove.
Anyway, I figured with this guy being a rocker he had plenty of babes coming on to him. So he wasn't going to be too shocked by what I was about to do. I also guessed that I was a lot cuter than most of the club babes that drooled for a piece of him, so he wouldn't mind me doing what I now did. And what I did was to slide my hand up Rick's thighs until it was resting right on the crotch of his jeans.
He opened his eyes, a little startled, then smiled at me.
I smiled back, licking my lips.
Now I unzipped his fly and reached in. What I found was a nice meaty cock that was quickly becoming stiff. The stewardess was heading down the aisle asking people if they needed anything. But that didn't stop my massaging of Rick's now fully erect organ. Finally the stewardess got to our row.
"Can I get you two anything?" she asked.
"No," I said. "I think I have everything we need. And so does my friend here."
He just smiled blankly at the stewardess.
I winked at Rick, then pulled my hand away from him for a moment. Reaching under the blanket, I hitched up my skirt and discreetly took off my panties. Then I took his hand and placed it right on my pussy. I had fucked a couple of musicians and found they were pretty good lovers. They know how to play instruments. And a pussy can be viewed as an instrument to play, I figure. Plus, drummers have that sense of finding the right rhythm. And that's a lot of what makes sex hot too.
Now Rick proved the truth of all this by caressing my pussy with exquisite skill, finding my swollen clit and rubbing it with just the right degree of pressure.
Meanwhile I wrapped my fingers around his cock again. I stroked that shaft nice and slow with some pretty well-developed skill of my own. Now this guy was fully erect and I took in just how big he was. And he was so damn thick. I don't know if I had ever handled a cock as big as his. And it really excited me, to have all that thick, hard male meat in my hand. If the stewardess walked over now, and happened to look down she would've seen a big bulge under the blanket draped over his lap. A bulge that was moving as my hand moved up and down the shaft.
I leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"You are very well endowed," I said. He knew it, too, but even guys who know it love to hear a woman mouth those words.
All around us people were watching a movie, reading, eating. Stewardesses were walking up and down the aisles. But here, in adjacent seats in the back of the cabin, this sexy drummer and I were caressing each others' private parts!
This was fine and all, but it wasn't enough. I wanted some privacy with this dude now. I wanted to see it. I wanted to taste it. After being stuck with Jimmy's puny dick for the last six months I was in the mood for a prime specimen like this. I was seriously horny for it.
"Listen," I whispered. "I'm going back to one of the bathrooms. You watch which one I go into, okay? I'll leave the door open for you."
I climbed over him and walked the few rows back to the toilets. Since a movie was playing no one was back there and none of the stalls were being used. I looked back to make sure Rick had gotten up and could see which stall I entered.
Then I went in. My heart really started thumping in my chest as I waited the few seconds for him to join me. I was feeling so hot!
And then I let Rick in and bolted the door. Now we were all alone.
"I can't wait to take a look at what I've been handling," I said the minute he was inside with me.
"And I can't wait to show it off to you," he growled sexily.
So now I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. And pulled his jeans and briefs over his thighs. Getting out of his seat and walking down the aisle to join me in his stall, his cock had gotten softer. But it was still big and meaty.
I took him in my hand again, and the second I touched it he instantly swelled up to full hardness again.
Now I had some light and I looked down at it.
"Wow!" was all I could say.
It was standing up straight, thick and rigid and absolutely beautiful. I sat there on the toilet, staring at it while I held it in my hand, taking in the lovely sight. His cock would have seemed extravagantly big anywhere, but here, in the cramped quarters of this little cubicle, it loomed especially large and imposing.
I looked up at him and saw he had a smug, self-satisfied smile as he looked down at me gazing at his equipment. The stud was obviously proud of what he possessed. Men are so vain about their cocks. But I'll admit it, I prefer a guy who's nicely endowed and "cocky" about it, to a man who feels he's under-endowed and always worrying about whether he's big enough or hard enough ... or man enough!
I was thinking about how back in the cabin all those people were watching that lame film. While here I was, gazing at a real piece of art.
"I'm sorry if I'm a little slow getting down to business, but I just love looking at it like this," I confessed to him.
"Look all you want," he said, standing before me proudly, his hands on his hips, his cock arched up at a sharp angle right in my face.
"After all," I purred. "There is so much to look at."
Holding it, I realized I could barely get my hand halfway around it. It was that thick. This rock & roller drummer carried one hell of a drumstick down below!
"Oh yeah, babe," he groaned, closing his eyes as I sensually massaged his shaft.
"Feel good?" I meowed.
"Feels great!" he growled.
"Well, this is going to feel even better."
I sat back on the toilet, my face now level with his cock. For a few moments more I just kept staring at it, taking in the spectacular sight. After months of a cock that was half as big and half as hard, I was good and ready for this virile instrument.
I lowered my tongue to his balls, licking them. Then I slowly dragged my wet tongue up the length of his shaft to the tip. Believe me, it was a long and very tasty journey that my tongue took over the taut skin of his erect cock.
I took my time working my tongue all over the ample surface, torturing myself with the most intensely unquenchable desire now to take him in my mouth and show him what cocksucking was all about. Luckily I was a seasoned cocksucker and had swallowed some fair-sized dicks in my day. And it's a good thing too, for this immense dick I was licking would be a challenge for any young cocksucker.
"I'm going to eat you up, dude!" I said now as I wrapped my lips around his big, smooth knob. He was one of those guys with a big-knobbed cock. It was so big it almost filled my mouth. But I was just getting started. There were still many inches of thick shaft to follow.
Now I was all business, sucking him lavishly, working my slippery tongue all over the thick inches between my lips.
He held on to the back of my head and force-fed me his cock. I loved this stud's aggressive eagerness. If I was going to suck the cock of a hot young drummer I had just met, in the bolted stall of an airplane cabin more than six miles up in the sky, I'd expect it to be hot and nasty. I was thinking back now to the time before I had ever sucked a guy's cock. I had a girlfriend then who had never given head to a guy either. Somehow she managed to get her hands on this really big life-like dildo. She said she got it mail order from some ad she saw in a magazine. They claimed the rubber cock was actually molded from the real one of a well-known and very well-hung porn star. We actually rented one of his tapes and confirmed that this was true. And while we watched that tape we practiced our cocksucking on that dildo. It stayed big and stiff as long as we wanted, so we got plenty of practice. By the time Janet and I got to give head to our first real cocks we were practiced and accomplished experts. That first guy I ever sucked told me no one had ever given him a blow-job as good as the one I gave him. I had to smile to myself when he told me that. If he only knew that had been my first real one!
So I knew how to handle a well-hung dude between my lips, as I proved now to this hot and horny drummer.
"You know I love giving you head," I said to him finally, "and I could probably do it until we got to New York. But I want something else now. I want this thing of yours in my pussy, deep in my pussy. So how about fucking me, Rick, huh?"
The question was how to do it in the very confined space of this toilet compartment. I wasn't about to stretch out on my back and spread my long legs wide apart.
"Here, you sit down," I sat, getting up off the toilet and pushing him down on it in my place.
I had already taken my panties off back in my seat, so I was nice and accessible under my skirt.
I hitched up my skirt and straddled him, reaching down to take hold of his cock and working it against my eager and inflamed vulva. I stared into his lustful eyes as I rubbed him against myself down there. I was so amazingly aroused now. All I could think about was that I was moments away from taking his immense shaft up my steaming cunt.
"Oh man!" I hollered, as his knob made its way inside. Then, slowly, I impaled myself on inch after inch of his dick. I held my breath as I pushed down on him, trying to take every last inch inside me. I knew I managed it when I felt his balls pressing against my buns. I don't think I had ever had quite so much stiff, thick male meat inside my cunt.
With me straddling him like this, and hardly any room to move around, I knew I'd be doing the work. So now I slowly rocked up and down, fucking him with a smooth, sexy motion, rotating my hips and grinding my bottom against his hardness.
"Oh God! You feel so good inside me!" I whispered into his ear as I wrapped my arms around him, fucking him savagely now, wanting every last inch inside my body.
I stopped a moment to unbutton my sweater so he could see my tits. I pushed them up to his face and he took a hard nipple in his mouth to suck.
We fucked like this for what seemed an eternity. The movie had just started and there was plenty of flight time left. We didn't hear any footsteps outside and I guess there were plenty of stalls available for anyone who needed to use one. So we could have this one all to ourselves for as long as wanted.
The only thing I knew was that we couldn't make too much noise. Though I'm usually a pretty noisy fucker, I suppressed myself and tried to keep mum. And though I could've cum a dozen times each time I was on the edge, I held myself back. I wanted one massive orgasm when I was finally ready for it.
Now I felt like doing it another way.
"Let's try something else," I said, getting up off him.
I stood up, pressing my back against the bathroom door and planting my feet wide apart.
"Come up here and stick it in me like this," I said, lifting my skirt and showing him my cunt.
Since I was quite tall he'd be able to do me this way.
He got up and worked his cock between my legs while holding on to my hips. He had appreciated my subtle but, I knew, highly sensual action while I was on top of him; now I would get to appreciate his.
He buried it right up inside me as I just about fainted with pleasure. My whole being was focused on that big, beautiful cock of his slamming into my pussy. I imagined the tip deep inside me, pushing against my womb. And I pictured my swollen, pleasure-engorged labia stretched around the ample circumference of his shaft, his rigid muscle pushing aside the walls of my cunt, forcing his way into me, into my eager, receptive body.
And with all those beautiful images swirling in my mind, I felt a jolt shooting down my spine, spreading through my thighs and down to my cunt, until that sharp, exquisite arrow of pleasure raced to my clit and I convulsed in a volcanic and excruciatingly pleasurable climax.
Usually when I cum I tend to be loud, but now no sound whatsoever escaped my lips. And not only because I needed to be prudent. It was the intensity of my pleasure that made it impossible to do anything but savor the sensations that silenced me utterly. I couldn't announce the depth of my pleasure through my usual moaning and groaning and howling. But the expression on my face must've said it all, because Rick was staring at me, mesmerized by my reaction. I'm sure my face betrayed just how incredibly good I felt at that moment, swept up as I was in the most ecstatic of sensations.
"Oh fuck!" I gasped. "That was so amazing!"
He was still hard and still deep inside me. "You feel like you could go forever," I said. He smiled. He was one of those guys who knew he could.
But I was actually getting a little sore down there. The only thing I had had inside me for months now was Jimmy's rather puny organ, apart from a dildo I sometimes use. But that dildo wasn't nearly as big as this drummer's cock. And I was not quite prepared for the hard, steady fucking I was getting courtesy of this dude's massive shaft and fierce thrusting.
"Let me suck you off now-I want to taste you again," I said, gently pushing him away from me and sitting back down on the toilet.
I stared at his cock again, now all slick from having been planted in my wet pussy for the last half hour.
I worked my hand up and down his shaft in a corkscrew motion while I sucked him with my mouth and teased the sensitive underside of his knob with the tip of my tongue. I love stimulating a man's cock with my hands and mouth. Of course nothing's better than getting nicely fucked, but when you handle and suck and lick a guy's cock you feel really close to him, and to the very heart of his sexuality. At least that's what I've always found.
So that's what I did. I got nice and close to the heart of his virile masculinity, keeping my eyes open while I worked on his cock with my mouth. I could feel the power and sexual tension in him. I felt like his very essence was concentrated in that electric space where my mouth met his dick. Taking my time, I savored every inch of his lusciously hard penis. And then I could sense that he was just about on the edge. I knew this when the base of his dick started throbbing, signaling to me that he was seconds away from ejaculating.
Of course I love having a dude unload in my mouth, but somehow I now wanted to see it. Jimmy's ejaculations were so pitifully meager, and I had a feeling that this guy would be very different and offer up a heavy load.
"I want to watch it come out," I said, pulling my lips away and just stroking the shaft. Most guys are supposed to hate it when you pull your mouth away at that moment, but I know how to make a guy feel so good by twisting it in my hand that I never hear any complaints when I pull my lips away so I can watch a dude blast off.
I heard him breathing heavily, almost gasping, as his body throbbed and trembled. And then-then that beautiful moment as I watched it spurt out of him. I was wearing my favorite cashmere sweater so I pointed his dick away from me, toward the mirror, and gazed, mesmerized, as he blasted off. His ejaculation was extraordinarily powerful and I watched in awe as spurt after spurt of his semen splattered the mirror.
When he was finally empty I just stared at that mirror, all covered with his sperm. That somehow looked so hot to me, seeing it dripping down the mirror.
There was a sign which read: "As a courtesy please clean up for the next user." I didn't imagine that what the airline had in mind when they suggested this was a babe cleaning up a guy's semen after encouraging him to squirt his load all over the place. But that's what I did, wiping off all the sperm this horny drummer splattered the mirror and the stainless steel sink, and everywhere.
He was silent, leaning against the wall.
"Feeling good, stud?" I asked.
All he could do was groan softly.
Then I sat back down on the toilet and took a leisurely piss as I wiped off his cock and then zipped him up.
CHAPTER THREE
Joyce had told me to expect a car to pick me up when I arrived at the airport in New York. But I hadn't imagined Joyce would be driving it herself. I had expected something more impersonal, like a cab, so it was delightful to be met in this new city by someone I knew. Everyone had warned me about the things that can happen to new arrivals at New York's airports, so I was very relieved to see a friendly, familiar face.
Joyce had already filled me in on what I could expect during my first few weeks. I'd be staying at a residential hotel on the East Side of Manhattan, not far from the modeling agency. And I was already scheduled for what sounded like nearly endless rounds of photo shoots, meetings, and get-to-know introductions at various retailers and design firms. Naturally I was thrilled by the prospect of all this, if a bit overwhelmed.
"I think you'll do just fine," Joyce said reassuringly, patting my thighs as I shared a little of my apprehensiveness with her.
As we approached Manhattan I was just stunned by the spectacular skyline. Of course I had seen it millions of times in photos and movies, but to really see it now, getting closer and closer as we approached that magical place, thrilled me no end. The Big Apple!
Finally we got to a bridge and traffic slowed to a halt.
"This might take a while," Joyce said. "They've been doing repairs on the lower level. In this city, it's always one thing or another."
Since it was clear that we would be going nowhere for at least a little while, Joyce shifted the transmission to park and looked over at me.
"It's really good to see you," she said, looking at me with those big, liquid eyes of hers.
"And it's so nice to see you," I told her. And I meant it. Not only was Joyce responsible for this wonderful opportunity that had come my way, but I still vividly remembered the way she had introduced me to the pleasures of lovemaking with another female.
"I think about you," she said, sliding a hand along my thigh. "And I think about this," she said now, resting her hand right on my crotch.
"I'm glad, because you made it feel so good," I murmured.
"Did I?" she said, eyes sparkling with delight as she squeezed me down there.
"You did," I said. I had on slacks, but Joyce was wearing a dress. Now I slid my hand under her dress, and up her thigh. She wasn't wearing tights or stockings, so my hand was touching warm skin. Until I brought that hand between her legs and rested it on the silken fabric of her panties. I could feel her pubic warmth under my hand, beneath the fabric, and even thought I could detect a faint trace of moistness.
"Mmmm," she purred. "That feels good."
Soon the traffic started to move and we had to pull our hands away, giggling and realizing that we were acting like two teenagers, feeling each other up in the front seat of a car.
Back in Minnesota Joyce had explained to me that she was married and that her husband didn't know anything about her sexual interest in women. I got the message that I'd have to remain very discreet about our liaison ... and about any liaisons we might have in the future.
Those first few weeks were just what Joyce had promised, a whirlwind of activity. I was thrilled by every minute, though at the end of every day I was thoroughly exhausted. I met photographers and hair dressers, stylists and designers, buyers and editors. And of course I met most of the models who were with the agency, many of whom I recognized from years of eagerly perusing fashion mags and seeing clips of runway shows on TV.
By my second week I had even lined up some assignments. And, of course, I met with Beautine staffers and account executives from the ad agency handling Beautine's advertising. I got a sense that I was making a good impression. I even met the other girls who were brought to New York to vie for the enviable position of 'Beautine Girl." These, I knew, were in a sense my rivals. And though most were friendly, a couple looked like they already had their claws bared and their fangs sharpened.
Of course I hoped I'd be selected, but unlike some other girls, I wasn't obsessed with that. I was just happy to have an opportunity to be here, in New York, and to enter the profession I had dreamed about for years-becoming a fashion model.
Joyce had warned me about men, and not because she wanted me for herself. But she said there was a certain kind of man, many of them European smoothies, who preyed on young, inexperienced fashion models. She said these men would soon be prowling wherever I was. And she strongly suggested that I be wary, and, at least until I got a little settled in the business, I should concentrate on my work. I took her advice. I didn't especially feel the need to date guys or meet men. I was focused on my career. And I sure as hell didn't want to start messing with some decadent young playboy whose idea of heaven was having a tall, lithe model at his side.
I was staying in a perfectly nice and rather pleasant hotel. But it was, after all, a hotel. And each night I returned to a cold and impersonal room. Joyce, knowing that I had just come from a real home, sensed that I'd be lonely living like this. And then she told me about a model she knew, Tina, whose roommate had just left the business and moved back to the South. Tina, Joyce said, rented a lovely two-bedroom apartment which was rent-controlled and thus very reasonable. She needed a new roommate, and Joyce thought she and I would get on perfectly.
In fact, we did. And pretty soon I was settled into my new home and loving it. Tina, like me, was from a small town in the Midwest and we understood each other right from the start. It was a very auspicious beginning.
I had neither the time, nor the desire, to date guys. But somehow I was feeling hornier than ever. Maybe it was just my hormones. But this world of New York and fashion seemed so sexually charged to me. Of course, for me at this point it was still all work. I wasn't exactly hitting the clubs at three in the morning night after night, although I did check out the nighttime action somewhat. But, basically, each night I would return to my bedroom and my bed, rather exhausted though strangely aroused. And so I don't think there was one night when I didn't masturbate myself to sleep.
I was, and still am, a very active masturbator. At first, I was a little ashamed of this. After all, you always hear about guys "whacking off or "beating their meat" or having "circle jerks." Girls were supposed to be more demure about self-pleasuring. But all I knew was that every day-often several times a day-I had an itch and, when I did, I needed to scratch that itch of mine.
One day I was finished with work by mid-afternoon and came home early. Tina had said she wouldn't be back until much later in the evening. As usual, I was feeling horny. But instead of retreating to my bedroom for my accustomed solo fun, I thought I'd stay out in the living room and stretch out on the couch.
I put on some music I liked and took off all my clothes. And then, spreading my legs and closing my eyes, I got down to business!
The music must have been pretty loud and I didn't hear her come in.
"Looks like you're having a little fun," I heard Tina say as she stood by the door, looking over at me. There I was, stretched out on the couch, completely naked, my legs spread wide apart as my fingers busily whipped up a froth between them. For the first time in my life I had actually been caught masturbating. I was so embarrassed I could've died!
"Oh my God!" I gasped, shocked at having Tina walk in and see me like this. I quickly tore my hand away from pussy, clamped my legs shut, and started to pull the afghan over myself.
"Oh shit!" I continued. "I didn't hear you come in. I wouldn't have been doing this if ... if. Oh God, I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't worry, it's cool," she said calmly. "I didn't expect to be coming home this early."
She walked over to the couch and looked down at me with a friendly, knowing smile.
"I'll have you know you're not the only one who likes to beat off when she's home alone with nothing to do."
"No, but you're not supposed to let yourself get caught doing it, are you?" I said with a chuckle as I blushed.
We shared a silent look for a moment.
"You know, you can go ahead and finish up if you'd like," Tina said. "Don't mind me. I'll just go into my bedroom."
"Oh, I can't, not with you coming back and catching me like this," I protested.
She gazed down at me, a slight smile curling up on her lips.
"Well, do you think it might help if I joined you?" she asked.
"Joined me?" I said, a little stunned.
"Yeah. You know, we can beat off together. I haven't done that in years-jacked off with another girl. And for some reason I've been feeling horny all afternoon, so it's like you almost read my mind. I think if you hadn't been here I probably would've stripped off my clothes and been doing exactly what you were doing."
"Well, uh, I guess-"I stammered, not quite knowing what to say.
She looked at me with eager eyes.
"Sure," I gulped. "You can join me. I don't see why not."
I realized I was about to get a little more intimate with my roommate than I had expected.
"Great," she said, reaching to unbuckle her jeans.
I can't believe that instead of quickly putting my clothes on and trying to get over the fact that I had been caught like this, I was actually giving Tina permission to masturbate right along with me. I had never masturbated in the presence of another woman.
"I can't believe we're really going to be doing this," I said.
"I know, isn't it wild!" she said, excitement in her voice.
Tina had unbuckled her belt and unzipped her jeans. She was about to take them off, but first she grabbed hold of the blanket I was covering myself with and tugged it right off me, leaving me completely naked for her to view.
"Let's have a look at you," she said.
I was still a little embarrassed and had my legs clamped tightly shut.
"C'mon on, open up those legs and dig in again," she urged. "Let me watch you get back to what you were doing-let me see you having some fun!"
I don't know quite what came over me, but in a jiffy my fingers were back in my pussy, strumming away. I was actually getting really excited now, knowing that Tina was going to strip off her clothes and join me.
"Look at your pussy, it's so wet," she said, staring right at it. "You must have been getting yourself all excited."
"That's the point, isn't it," I said as we both giggled girlishly.
I watched her take off her jeans and pull off her sweater. Of course we had seen each other naked several times before. I was supposed to be a model, after all, and models aren't exactly modest about taking their clothes off in front of each other. It's something they do all the time.
She stood in front of me now, clad only in a pair of very brief panties.
"Shall I take these off now?" she said seductively, digging her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties.
"I think that's the idea," I said, showing off.
Now Tina pulled her panties down. I had seen her take off and put on her panties several times, getting dressed or stepping into the shower. But now she was taking them off so she could frig off along with me! That was a little different.
"Move over," she said, sitting on the couch as I pulled back a little to give her some room too. I was leaning against one end of the couch, facing Tina, my legs spread, my fingers between them. Now she leaned against the other end, facing me. Then she spread her legs as she stared between my thighs. Our eyes were both riveted to the same sweet spot, keenly looking over each others' pussies as we fingered our own.
"Let's play!" she said, bringing a hand down between her legs.
"Let's!" I hissed, spreading my legs even further apart.
"This is so cool, what we're doing," Tina said, a bright, sassy smile lighting up her face.
"Yeah, it is, isn't it!" I added enthusiastically.
"Were you fantasizing about anything when I walked in on you?" she asked.
"Uh huh, I was," I confessed. "I was thinking about this sexy dude I made it with on the plane flying out to New York."
"No shit! You made it on a plane?" she said, obviously impressed.
"That's right," I said. "How about you? Are you fantasizing about anything right now?"
"No," Tina said. "I'm just watching you do it. And I have to confess that's making me very hot. I don't need to fantasize about anything with you playing with yourself in front of me like that. It's really getting me off. You know, as long as we're roommates we should be doing it like this on a regular basis. It's fun!"
She was really looking me over and somehow I now loved being checked out by her, jerking off like this.
We adjusted our positions on the couch so we could both spread our thighs apart as wide as possible, each of us draping a leg over the back of the couch.
We had both been rubbing our clits but now Tina slid a couple of fingers inside as I followed her cue.
"I'll bet you're nice and tight down there," she said, maybe figuring that because I was young and I was from Minnesota that I should have a tight pussy. And a tight one is what I happened to have.
"Yeah, it's tight enough," I said, digging my fingers up into it.
"Do you think I could see for myself?" she said in a low, sensual whisper, looking me directly in the eye. Here it was again. There was that first sexual experience with a woman when Joyce had me come up to her hotel room in Minneapolis. Then it was those forbidden games with my sister after giving her a sound spanking. And now here was this beautiful model, my current roommate, who walked in on me masturbating, insisted on joining me, and now asked if she could slide a couple of fingers up my cunt to see how tight I was down there!
Obviously this was meant to be that period in my life when I was destined to explore the pleasures of sexual intimacy with other women. So what was I going to say now? Was I going to invite Tina to feel me up? I sure as hell was!
"Dig right in," I said, pulling my own fingers out and holding my labia wide open to expose my vagina.
"Oh yeah!" Tina said, suddenly trembling with excitement as she reached out an arm and slowly slid two stiff fingers right up my cunt.
"Mmmm, tight," she said. "Tight and wet."
I was so turned on now that I began bucking my pelvis against her probing fingers as she worked them deep inside me. I felt like reaching out myself and feeling her up, but that would be awkward, so I thought I'd just stretch back and luxuriate in her caresses, letting her finger my pussy all she wanted. Later on I'd get to her.
"That feel good?" she asked, knowing full well what the answer to her question would be.
"Incredibly good," I purred.
She was drilling me with two fingers and now she brought her thumb down to my asshole and started to excite me down there.
"You like this played with too?" she asked.
"You mean my asshole?" I said, a lewd tone to my voice.
"Uh huh, your asshole," she cackled, rubbing my sphincter.
"No one's ever played with it much," I confessed. "I had it licked once, that's about it." .
Of course I didn't tell her that it was Joyce, the modeling agency executive whom she knew very well, who had licked it. I wondered whether she and Joyce had ever made it, and whether Joyce had sworn Tina to secrecy, as she had me.
"That's all?" she said, genuinely surprised at my lack of experience in the anal department.
"Yeah, I guess that's a whole avenue I've got to check out yet," I said.
"I guess it is," she said. My pussy was very wet by this point and that meant that my juices had been dripping down into the crack between my buns, making me slick where Tina was rubbing me.
"How about letting me help you check it out?" she said, staring directly into my eyes with a lustful gaze as she slid her thumb inside my slickened asshole.
"What are you doing?" I said, with a pleased smile on my face as she forced her thumb through my sphincter.
"I'm burying my thumb up your butt. Do you like it?" she asked, again looking me boldly right in the eye.
"Uh huh!" I enthused. "It feels good!"
"You have a tight pussy, but you're really tight down there," she said.
"I should be. After all, that's a virgin hole you're fingering," I told her.
"You know, I happen to love anal sex," she said, while she probed me with her fingers. "And Doug loves it too. I think he fucks me more back there than in my pussy. It's just so hot and nasty, to get fucked up the ass."
"Hmmm, I wouldn't know," I said with a touch of provocation.
Doug was Tina's current boyfriend. He had spent a few nights over since I had moved in with Tina. Doug was a handsome, masculine dude, and always had a lustful gleam in his eye. I figured he was probably quite a stud too, the way I could hear him pounding it into Tina, really tearing it up, really putting it to her pussy. Now I realized that half the time he was slamming it up her ass!
"So you've never been fucked in the butt?" she said in wonderment. "You've really got something to look forward to."
"Do I?" I said, grinding my bottom against her thumb, urging her to slide the whole digit up my anal passage.
"You sure do," she said, staring between my legs, rotating those two fingers in my vagina while she thumbed my ass.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, startling both of us.
"Who is it?" she said, quickly pulling her fingers out of me as I instinctively covered myself with the afghan.
"It's me," we heard a male voice say. It was Doug, Tina's boyfriend.
"It's Doug," she said, turning towards me and smiling. "I thought he wasn't coming till seven."
She hesitated a moment, deciding what to do, then she turned toward me again.
"He'd really get off if he knew we were here, naked, playing around like this together. He thinks you're real sexy."
"That's nice," I said, not quite knowing what she was getting at.
"Would you mind if I let him in with us like this?"
"You mean, with both of us undressed?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said, asking me with those pleading eyes of hers to agree.
"But what would he think we were doing?" I asked her.
"He'd probably correctly figure we were beating off together. He knows what a sex fiend I am. And he suspects that you're one too."
"Does he now," I said, intrigued. "What makes him think so?"
"Oh c'mon Kristen, don't be modest. You know you give off this real sexy aura," she chided.
"Do I?" I said, rather pleased to hear this.
"Let's have him come in ... please," she begged.
"Oh, sure, let him come in and have a look," I told her, amazed at my willingness. But, then again, Doug had sort of turned me on from the first moment I laid eyes on him. Plus I'd always been curious about what might happen when three, rather than just two people find themselves in a frankly sexual situation.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tina got up, completely naked, without bothering to put anything on, and answered the door. I figured I'd get in the groove too and just threw the afghan aside, stretching out on "the couch and spreading my legs provocatively, fully aware that my pussy would be staring Doug in the face the second he walked in.
When Doug came through the door, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as he first saw his girlfriend greeting him in the nude. And then, looking past her, saw me spread out on the couch, totally naked too.
"Hi, babe," Tina said matter-of-factly. "I came home an hour ago and happened to catch Kristen playing with herself. Well, one thing led to another and I decided to join her. We were just starting to fool around when you rang the bell."
Obviously he must have known, and didn't care, that Tina liked to mess around with girls sometimes.
"Hi, Doug," I said, waving at him.
"Hi, Kristen," he said, eyeballing me lustfully, his mouth curling up in a horny smile.
"Cute, huh?" Tina said, noting Doug's lusty gaze and turning around to look me over, along with her boyfriend. Having the both of them blatantly staring at my naked form, and then right at my pussy, made me blush a little.
"Real cute," Doug said, licking his lips.
"Here's what we were doing just before you rang the bell, Doug," Tina said as she rejoined me on the couch and quickly slid two fingers back inside my cunt, and her thumb up my asshole.
It amazed me that here she was, feeling me up, right in front of her boyfriend like this. But I had lost all my inhibitions by then and, in fact, felt like a total exhibitionist.
Doug dropped a hand to the crotch of his jeans and started to rub himself there. Both Tina and I could detect a bulge quickly forming under those jeans.
"Show it off," I urged Doug. I wasn't going to get shy on them now. I'd let the two of them see I could be as provocative and blatantly exhibitionistic as anyone.
"That's the spirit!" Tina said happily, turning to me and smiling, delighted that I was right in tune with the two of them.
When Doug pulled it out of his pants it was already rock hard and standing straight up at a sharp angle, a sentinel of male virility.
"Nice, huh?" Tina said, evidently proud of her boyfriend's beautiful, rigid tool.
"And you mean to say you really take that big thing up your ass?" I said in wonder, my brazen feelings knowing no bounds.
"Every fucking inch of it," she hissed excitedly, digging her thumb into my bottom.
"Hey Doug, guess what?" she said, looking back from me to him. "Kristen's never taken it up the butt, can you believe that? Maybe we can have her watch you doing it to me that way and, who knows, it might give her ideas."
Tina winked at me with a sly smile on her face. Just what did she have in mind? Did she want to talk me into having her boyfriend fuck my ass after he fucked hers? Or did she just want to do it in front of me and have me beat off while I watched them do it? All I knew was that, by this point, I was so revved up by what Tina had been doing to me, and by the whole scene, that I was game for just about anything. And the idea of taking it up the ass, of having that backdoor cherry of mine finally busted, suddenly seemed very, very appealing to me.
"That sounds like a fun idea," I said, as Doug anxiously fisted his boner. "I hear you two banging away like crazy all the time. It would be cool to see what you looked like making such a sexy racket."
This was great. I had vowed to avoid dating for a while and seeking anything resembling a boyfriend. But, like I said, I had been horny as hell. So getting down like this with my roommate and her boyfriend was perfect. I wouldn't have to waste time meeting guys and going out. I could have all the fun I needed for the time being right at home.
"Come over here, Doug," Tina said, as he walked right up to the couch and wagged his cock in our faces.
While she kept fingering me with one hand she grabbed hold of Doug's cock with her other, bringing it up close so that it was only inches from both my face and hers.
She stroked him sensually while gazing into my eyes.
"Nice cock, huh?" she said. "Feels real good in my hand."
"I'll bet it does," I said, staring right at it, feeling so hot now with Tina's fingers inside my pussy and this beautiful cock just inches from eyes, that I was afraid I was going to cum. But I held off. I didn't want to climax just yet; I knew we were just getting started.
"Why don't you hold it?" she suggested.
"Sure," I said, gladly taking Doug's cock from her hand. He was so hard he felt like he was going to burst any moment.
"Feel good?" she asked.
"Feels terrific!" I said.
"Tastes good too, want to taste it?" she asked, still staring at me intensely.
"Sure, why not, I'll have a taste of your boyfriend's big penis," I said nonchalantly as I approached the smooth knob with open lips. Now I could feel Tina's hand pressing down against the back of my head, pushing me down on Doug's cock. I licked the knob, then ran my tongue up and down the shaft before finally opening my lips wide and engulfing him with my mouth.
"Suck it, suck it!" she urged, deliriously excited at the sight of me going down on her guy. I wondered if they had already done this kind of thing-a threeway with another woman-or had just talked and fantasized about it, with me maybe being the object of their fantasies. In any case, Tina sure showed no reluctance in having me give her boyfriend head. Far from it-she seemed to love my active participation.
"Think how good that cock would feel buried all the way up your ass!" she hissed in my ear.
And now I knew for sure that was to be my destiny tonight. Before the day was over I was certain I'd be eagerly welcoming this cock I was sucking into the virgin terrain of my rear!
Tina pulled her fingers out of me and, while I kept sucking Doug's cock, she repositioned my body on the bed so that she had me kneeling on the couch, rather than sitting down.
Then she disappeared behind me.
The next thing I knew she was spreading my buttocks apart. And the very next thing after that was the sensation of her tongue digging into my crack, finding my asshole. I couldn't believe it! She began to lick my ass in an absolute frenzy of desire, as though she had been starving and had just chanced upon a choice morsel. But with that eager way she had explored my anus with her thumb, I think my asshole was in fact a real morsel for her.
Meanwhile I happily sucked on Doug's beautiful pole. Apart from that guy on the plane, I hadn't had any really good cock for so long. I could've sucked on it for hours. Then Tina pulled her tongue away and replaced it with her fingers. She had made me all wet down there with her saliva and now I could feel her sliding a couple of fingers up my anal chute.
"Oooooh yeah," she panted. "Let me get that butt of yours good and ready."
"Wait, first I want to see your butt getting stuffed," I said, pulling my mouth away from Doug's cock. "Remember, you promised I could watch you two do the backdoor nasty. Now I feel like watching, okay?"
"Sure ... okay," Tina said, rejoining me at Doug's cock.
"I've sucked it, now you suck it," I urged, shoving Tina's face down on her boyfriend's cock. I don't know why, but I just loved seeing her suck his dick right after I had been sucking it.
I had fantasized about threesomes before, but this was really the first time I was having sex with more than one person.
Before Doug joined us I had just been laying back lazily, my legs spread all the way apart, as Tina had eagerly fingered my pussy and asshole. She had tended to me so sensually; now I was eager to get my hands all over her lovely body. Reaching around from behind, I cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples as they quickly became rigid between my fingertips.
Her mouth stuffed with Doug's cock, she turned slightly so she could look right into my eyes, gazing at me with pure lust as she hungrily wrapped her lips around Doug's thick shaft.
"Yeah, eat it!" I urged as she sucked him voraciously.
Now I reached between her legs from behind, cupping her pubic mound. It was warm and moist in my hand as my fingers searched and found the wet slit. I fingered her cunt as she had fingered mine while she just kept sucking, her excited moaning muffled by all the hard male meat she had stuffed in her mouth.
I ran a finger across the glossy surface of her swollen clit and her whole body quivered when I touched her like that.
"I think it's time for you to get fucked," I said as, agreeing, she tore her face from Doug's penis and pushed him down on the couch. Then, with her back to him, she straddled his thighs, reaching down to work his cock into her cunt, A second later she was riding him, rocking up and down, groaning and howling with pleasure, thrashing her head left and right.
I loved seeing her getting fucked in this position, with the whole front of her body exposed to my view as she rode Doug's hard pole. I really liked screwing guys this way, on top and with my back to them. That way it's easy for me to play with my clit while I'm getting fucked, and that's something I usually like to do. Especially since a lot of the guys I had fucked in the past weren't exactly what you'd call swift lovers, and I'd need the help of my own fingers to get off.
"Aw yeah, fuck me!" she howled, staring right at me as Doug thrust hard and deep up into her pussy.
With Tina and Doug getting it on in this position I had the best possible view of all the details. I had even noticed those couple of times whenever I watched porn videos that this was always my favorite position to see couples making it.
We stared into each others' eyes, hers absolutely sizzling with lust as she let me see just how hot she really was. From all the noise I heard from her room I suspected she was a sexual live wire. Now I was seeing for myself.
"Like the view?" she moaned, twisting her pelvis sexily, her legs fully flexed and spread as wide as possible, Doug's cock plunging upwards into the downy bush.
"I love the view!" I said, as I fingered myself, watching intently. That's how Tina walked in on me-with me whipping up a froth in my pussy-and now here I was beating off again.
I had never watched a girl and a guy fuck before.
"Go ahead, Doug, let's see you really sock it to her!" I urged, looking into Doug's lust-crazed eyes.
"That's right, sock it to me, babe! Let Kristen see how you fuck me!" Tina insisted, looking at me.
From the moment she walked in on me she never stopped staring me right in the eyes. And that turned me on as much as anything, her intensely sexual gaze.
"Come over here," she said to me.
I had been hanging back, watching them go at it while playing with myself, but now I came close and I could see what Tina wanted; she wanted me to kiss her. Her lips parted as my mine approached, and a moment later our tongues were in each others' mouths, sharing a searing, passionate kiss.
My hands drifted to her pretty but very modest breasts, playing with her nipples as we kissed. Her body rocked up and down, riding the pivot of Doug's hard shaft, buried inside her. Then my hand drifted further down, over her smooth stomach, covered with a fine film of sweat, and down to her pussy where I fingered that wonderfully hot margin where Doug's cock was saying hello to Tina's cunt.
"Just look at you go!" I said, finding her clit with a finger.
I knew what I wanted to do now, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. So I brought my face between their legs, to the main arena, looking up into Tina's eyes one more time before I dug in. "How about I lick your clit a little?" I purred.
"Ooooh yeah, do it!" she urged excitedly.
First I just stared at this beautiful close-up. There it was-Doug's marvelously rigid penis, disappearing into the depths of Tina's cunt as it pumped in and out of her. I started off by licking his balls a little, dragging my wet tongue over the rough skin of his scrotum, gently sucking on his hard nuts. Then I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, all slick and slippery from Tina's juices, until finally my tongue was up by the hood of Tina's vulva, where her glossy little clit was peeking at me.
And then I started to lick and suck on that hard pea as Tina desperately grabbed me by the back of my head and pressed me against her, begging-for firm contact between my tongue and her aroused pleasure spot.
"Oh my God!" she gasped. "I've always wanted someone to do this to me while I was getting fucked."
That suggested that this was possibly a first time three-way with another woman for Tina, as it was for me.
I carefully tended to her swollen clitoris while Doug pumped it up into her with a nice, hard, steady rhythm.
"Oh....oh....ohhhhhh!" she gasped, holding on to my head, her breathing deep and heavy now. Then I felt it-her whole body trembling and her thighs and pubic 'Vee' throbbing. And I knew she had climaxed. Her whole body shook like a rag doll as her mouth hung open and she panted breathlessly, overwhelmed by the spasms of her pleasure.
Afterwards she just fell back against Doug, his cock still inside her, as hard as ever. I came up to her face and looked her in the eyes. There was a perfect, beautiful serenity in her gaze now as I kissed her gently with lips sticky from her own pussy.
Suddenly her eyes brightened and she seemed reenergized.
She lifted herself up off Doug and turned her body, straddling him again and once more impaling herself on his cock. But this time facing him, with her buttocks facing out.
Slowly she began to ride him again, fully revived now.
Now I looked over her backside as she rode her boyfriend, his cock plunging into her pussy in that position, her pretty little asshole easily visible right above where he was piercing and entering her vagina. Tina had a lovely rear end. A model, she had fairly trim hips, but her buttocks, though firm, were round and sexy. I reached down and softly ran my fingers over the smooth, satiny skin of her butt.
She turned around to look at me.
"You know what's next, Kristen, don't you, what I promised you'd get to see?" she said, winking. Knowing exactly what she meant-I ran a finger up the length of her crack, stopping to fondle the rubbery ridge of her sphincter.
"That's right, right there, that's what's next," she said.
I didn't need to be told what to do then. I lowered my face to her butt and held her open, staring at the wrinkled jewel.
Now I again brought my tongue down to Doug's balls, licking them and sliding my tongue up his shaft. But this time I dragged my tongue further up, until it was greedily slurping away at Tina's asshole. Licking that hole, I thought about how Doug fucked it regularly, and how any minute he was going to fuck it again, with me as a witness to their rectal romp!
Tina reached back with an arm and pressed my face into her crack, eager for the hot contact of my tongue with her aroused membranes.
"Lick it! Lick it! Lick it and get it ready!" she barked.
I slurped away at it hungrily while bringing a few fingers down between my legs to relieve the tension there.
"Go into the bathroom, in the medicine cabinet. There's a tube of lubricating jelly there we like to use when we do this," she said.
I retrieved the tube of lubricant from the bathroom. Tina had several boxed tubes stacked up in her cabinet. At the rate they went at it anally, they should buy stock in the company. She was craning her neck, looking at me anxiously, when I came back with the tube.
"Oh yeah, get me good and greased. Doug can go forever. I really want him to do me there nice and hard," she said, giving me a sexy, knowing glance, "before he gets to you!"
I knew it now, I wasn't going to get away without having my ass fucked today. And that sure was fine with me!
I squeezed a big dab of the clear jelly onto Tina's anus, rubbing it all around. I loved lubing her little hole like this, knowing I was getting it good and ready for Doug's boner.
"That's it," she groaned. "And work some inside too."
I added a little more jelly, then slid first one, then a second finger up her ass. I savored the feel of the slippery, warmly snug walls of her anal passage pressing tightly against my probing fingers.
"I didn't quite know that when you moved in with me that I'd have your fingers digging inside my ass like this," she giggled.
"Maybe you should give me a break on the rent, then," I joked.
"What!" she gasped in mock outrage. "You should view what you're doing as a fringe benefit of living with me."
I had to agree.
"Okay, I'm ready," she said. "Pull it out and stick it in my butt!"
I pulled Doug's cock out of her cunt and sucked it for a few moments so I could have a taste of it, now that it had been swimming in Tina's juicy cunt. Then I positioned the knob right against her glossy, well lubed asshole.
And then, with a sudden grunt, she bore down on it and the knob instantly disappeared into her ass. She just kept pushing down slowly, taking more and more of the shaft inside her until the full length was buried in her rectum.
She reached back to hold her buns wide open, making it easy for me to see how her anal ring was stretched to the limit around the thickness of her boyfriend's hot cock.
I stared, mesmerized, at the lewd sight.
She turned her head and looked right at me again.
"You like the way it looks, huh?" she said, seeing how my eyes were captivated by the view. "And it feels so damned good, too. Soon you're going to feel it too; you're going to see what it's like to have a big hard cock buried in your hot young ass!"
I could hardly wait!
She twisted her ass up and down and side to side, no doubt seeking the maximum in sensation as she massaged her rectal innards with Doug's love shaft.
I was beating away at my pussy so furiously I had to stop several times so I wouldn't climax prematurely. Not that I couldn't climax again and again, but I really wanted to save my "Big O" for when I finally was taking it up my ass.
Tina rode Doug's cock with smooth, sensual ease, thrilled to have her bottom impaled on his penis, and, looking back at me, thrilled to have me watching her being pleased like this.
"Come up here," Tina said, tapping the arm of the couch in front of her.
"Here?" I asked, coming up to the arm, wondering what she had in mind.
"Yeah, right up here," she said, tapping the arm. "And turn around, so I can see your butt."
I knelt by the edge of the couch, turning my body around and sticking my buns right in Tina's face, guessing what she had in mind. And when I felt her wet, slippery tongue digging into the crack of my ass, I knew my guess was right.
I luxuriated in the delicious sensations as she tongued my ass again. Then I felt her pull her tongue away and turned my head to see her get up off Doug. Standing, she turned around and reached back to hold her buns apart.
"See," she said, turning to look at me. "That's what a butt looks like after it's been fucked. That's what yours is going to look like, Kristen, after Doug gets through with it."
I gazed at her sphincter, dilated from the vigorous reaming it had received courtesy of Doug's cock, and pondered the thought that very soon my virgin hole would have that same well-used and well-pleased look!
"Up on the couch, on your elbows and knees!" Tina ordered me, clapping her hands together snappily.
I scampered up on the couch on my knees and stuck my butt out, eager to have my bottom now become the center of their attention. I loved the fact that, behind me, Kristen and her boyfriend were gazing excitedly at my rear end. And, especially, staring at my tight little hole as I held my buttocks open for their viewing pleasure.
"That's nice, huh?" Kristen said to Doug.
"Very, very nice," Doug growled.
"Bet you just can't wait to get in," Tina said, and then walked over to look at me in the face. "And you? I know you're just dying to have Doug slide it up there, aren't you?"
"What do you think?" I said, wiggling my buns.
I could hardly stand the anticipation as I watched Tina pick up the tube of lubricating jelly and squeeze some of it out on my asshole, rubbing it all around.
"Make sure you use enough," I cautioned. "After all, I'm new at this."
Doug was big and I was an anal virgin. And I didn't just want to have him put it in and then have to ask him to pull it out again right away. I wanted to enjoy it, the way I watched Tina enjoying it.
"Don't you worry," Tina purred, squeezing out some more and then working it up inside with a couple of fingers.
"Oh shit, I can't believe I'm about to do this, and with your boyfriend no less!" I gaped in stunned gleefulness as, looking over my shoulder, I saw Doug getting behind me, his cock in Tina's hand as she brought it right up to my well-lubed bull's-eye!
"Ready?" Tina said.
"Ready as I'll ever be!" I exclaimed.
Then I felt it-the smooth hardness of Doug's knob against my slickened and aroused sphincter.
And now it was happening. I felt his thick, rigid flesh enter me, enter my asshole. I expected a little discomfort and displeasure at first, but instead that first sensation was sheer ecstasy. My state of arousal by now was so intense, I was ready, and deeply desirous of this new and eagerly anticipated experience.
"Oh wow, just look at that!" I heard Tina yelp as she held me open. As I felt him slowly entering me bottom, I imagined her watching his cock slowly disappearing into the depths of my rectum, my anus tautly stretched around the thick circumference of his insistent shaft. I dropped a hand between my legs. I couldn't help myself-I desperately needed to finger my swollen clitoris as I welcomed this sexual intrusion into my virgin rear end.
The sensations were just spectacular. Somewhat strange, yet so sensually profound and utterly, intensely pleasurable. I knew from that moment that anal intercourse would become a key part of my sexual repertory from then on.
"Oh yes, oh God! Fuck me!" I couldn't help shouting. "Fuck my ass! Fuck it!"
"Look at her, she's really loving it, I knew she would," I heard Tina saying to Doug. I felt his big, strong hands take hold of my hips as he began sodomizing me in earnest, thrusting into my rectum with a deep, smooth, rhythmic motion. I couldn't get over it, Finally! Finally! A man's big, hard cock was buried deep in my bottom. Not in my cunt, but in my ass. In my ASS! As enticing as the thought of anal intercourse had often seemed to me in the past, I had always thought of it as a strangely forbidden, even darkly obscene thing to do. Those prior thoughts only made the actual act now seem even more arousing and intense.
"Wow!" I heard Tina exclaim. "All I can see right now is Doug's balls. His cock-the whole thing-is inside you."
As if I didn't know! As if I needed to have her tell me that! Oh man, I could feel it. I could feel every inch of rigid male flesh buried in the dark, humid depths of my no-longer-virgin rectum. Back in Minnesota they used call this getting "cornholed" or "greeked." We girls used to snicker about it, wondering if we'd ever do anything as lewdly outrageous as that ourselves. Now here I was in New York, on my knees with my butt raised high, a handsome, virile stud behind me, his hands taking firm hold of my hips while he plunged his steely cock into the recesses of my exposed, vulnerable and very willing ass. And if this wasn't outrageous enough, there was his girlfriend-my new roommate eagerly helping out.
I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the raw pleasure I felt from Doug's insistent anal assault. My innards felt so alive, so inflamed with carnal excitement as I was steadily and relentlessly sodomized.
"Open your eyes, I want to look at you," I heard Tina say in her husky whisper, her sweet breath so close I could feel its warmth.
I opened my eyes and looked into Tina's, hers blazing with arousal.
"How does it feel?" she asked, her face intense with empathy.
"It feels just great!" I sighed.
"What feels great?" she meowed, breaking into a sassy, knowing smile.
"Taking it, taking it up the ass!" I howled, uttering the words I knew she wanted to hear.
"Yeah!" she growled. "You're taking it okay, taking every last inch up your hot, greedy little bottom."
"And lovvvvvvving it! Loving every fuckin' inch!" I hissed.
"Uh-huh! A few minutes ago it was buried up my bottom, now it's buried up yours. That is just so cool!" she said, now bringing her open lips to mine as we kissed tenderly, sensuously.
We had felt and licked each other down there, front and back, but this kiss now felt as intimate and exciting as anything else. We just kissed and kissed and kissed as Doug never let up on his steady pounding into my behind. I felt so damned good, experiencing two such very different kinds of pleasure at the two ends of my body. Up by my face, Tina's tender, soft lips, her wet slippery tongue; and at the other end, at my rear, the hard intrusion of her boyfriend's steely cock into my vulnerable bottom.
"Oh God, I just love doing it like this!" I screeched into Tina's face, as she smiled excitedly, thrilled at my response.
"I know. Doesn't it feel just great?" she said, as we together acknowledged the sinful pleasure of anal sex.
Then I saw Tina look over my shoulder, at Doug.
"He's close, I can tell looking at him," she said to me. "Soon you're going to feel him inside you, feel him unload."
He had the whole thing inside me, seven or eight inches of hard, thick flesh buried to the hilt, just moving it slightly. With the whole thing snugly packed into my rectum, I could feel the rough skin of his balls rubbing against the smooth skin of my buns.
And then I heard him groan, the unmistakable groan of a man at the very brink of his deepest pleasure.
And now I felt it.
A throbbing in my rectum, as his penis convulsed orgasmically. And then a lushly warm, moist feeling as he bathed the deepest recesses of my bowels with the lather of his rich spunk.
All this time my fingers had never left my pussy. And it was at this moment that I let myself go, climaxing luxuriantly at the exact moment he exploded deep in my bottom.
"Yes! Yes!" Tina shrieked, seeing our simultaneous pleasure, pinching my stiffened nipples, knowing how that enhances a woman's orgasm, a little secret we gals all know.
Later we dimmed the lights and listened to some music as we sat back, all three naked and satiated, basking in the afterglow of our intense pleasure.
And as I sat and rested with them, I felt a pleasurable soreness down there, between my cheeks. Not pain really, but a deeply sensual rawness, soothed by the warm, manly balm now seeping out of my still slightly dilated anus. A rawness which was a small price to pay for this loss of my final virgin barrier.
CHAPTER FIVE
I had an all day appointment to do a shoot for a lingerie catalog. For this particular photo spread I was going to be one of four models. The theme of the catalog spread, I was told, would be a sorority slumber or pajama party with the four models posing as college coeds trying on, and then lounging around in various pajama sets and robes and nightgowns.
When I got to the photographer's studio the other three models were already there, and they seemed to know each other well-from previous photo shoots, I supposed. Joyce had told me that models often form little cliques and that I would be approached by models I met who would encourage me to join their cliques. She said it wasn't all that different from high school or college. But then again, many models were quite young, like myself. I wasn't yet quite twenty.
"Hi, I'm Trish," one of the girls said to me. "And this is Karen, and this is Peggy."
"I'm Kristen," I said as we exchanged hellos all around.
"We heard you were new to the scene, that you just got to New York," Trish, a tall, willowy and exceptionally slender blonde said.
"Yes, I'm just a babe in the woods, I guess," I told them.
"And we heard you're up to be the new Beautine girl," Peggy, a petite, fine-boned and very beautiful brunette, said. "That's great. What a terrific opportunity for you."
"Yeah," I said. "But I'm not counting on it."
"That's the right attitude," Karen, another svelte blonde said with a skeptical wink. "You shouldn't count on too many things in this business. It's rough and tumble and you've got to watch yourself all the time. And get ready for disappointments."
"Oh, I plan to take one step at a time," I said, ever the cautious realist.
"Have you done a lingerie shoot yet?" Peggy asked.
"No, this'll be my first," I said, as the three of them gave each other sly looks.
"Hope you're not too shy then," Peggy added.
"No, not at all. In fact I'm getting less shy every day," I acknowledged truthfully as they all laughed. "Although this sounds very tame, being photographed wearing pajamas and bathrobes and stuff like that."
"Oh, that's just one of a series of shots we'll be doing," Trish told me. "But we're also doing a whole bunch of underwear stuff. You know, panties and bras. And, supposedly, some sexy "bedroom" type of thing. Like when the wife comes home to her husband dressed in these slutty undergarments, pretending to be a stripper who's going to bring some juice to the marriage bed. You've see that kind of stuff, I'm sure."
I was caught by surprise. I had no idea we were going to do that kind of thing as well. The others must have sensed my surprise.
"What's the matter?" Karen said with a sly smile. "Does that bother you? You're not too modest to do that, are you? If you are, you should just get used to it. That's a lot of the work we do. Especially us young ones. Good money too."
"No, no I'm not modest about doing that stuff," I quickly affirmed. "It's just ... it's just. Well, you'll see when we get to the dressing room."
The problem was that, not knowing I was going to be doing this kind of a shoot, I still hadn't shaved and trimmed myself down there. And so I certainly wasn't ready to model pairs of skimpy panties! Unless it was for a catalog for those who specifically appreciated abundant pubic hair on a woman and liked to see wisps of it peeking out of her panties. For that kind of thing I'd be perfectly well-suited!
The photographer and his assistant came in and he told us what the set-up would be. The other girls apparently knew Greg well and had all worked with him, and seemed to like him. He was a hip, longhaired dude and if you didn't know he was a fashion photographer, you'd take him for a rocker.
"We're going to start with the panty and bra sets," the photographer's assistant told us, handing each of us panties and a bra to put on. "Put these on and then Shelly'll come in and do you."
The other girls glanced at me with a knowing look, obviously very curious about what my problem could possibly be with doing an underwear shoot.
Shelly was the stylist who'd help prepare us for the shoot. Even though I was new at this, I had devoured every article I ever could about how models work and prepare themselves for shoots and runway shows. And I knew what stylists did. Shelly was a woman in her fifties who I'd heard had styled a lot of shoots and worked with countless models.
We all went into the dressing room and stripped off our clothes. The three of them instantly checked out my body. After all, I was the new girl, and from their easy camaraderie, I sensed they had worked together and seen each other in the buff many times. And they immediately saw what the problem was.
"Oh, now we understand," Trish said, laughing lustily with the other three as their eyes peered down at my lush bush. "That certainly won't do, not for a lingerie shoot like this, at least."
"Well, what should I do then?" I said.
"You'll have to shave down there and trim yourself, that's all," Peggy explained.
"But I don't have a razor or anything with me," I said. They giggled at how naive I was. Peggy opened a cabinet and there was a whole sack of disposable razors and cans of shaving cream.
Peggy pulled a razor and a can out and handed them to me. I could see that the three of them had very closely trimmed pubic bushes. They, unlike me, were all ready to go.
"Gee, I've never shaved myself down there," I said, holding the can awkwardly. "I've always liked being all bushy and curly like that between my legs."
"Even when you went to the beach or swimming?" Karen asked.
"Yeah, even then," I explained. "I guess it's because my first boyfriend, who I adored, told me how sexy he thought it was for it to show like that. He said I should never trim it."
"Well you'll definitely have to trim it now," Trish said with a slightly wicked smile.
I stood there, not quite sure what to do.
"Hell, I can do it for you if you want. I'm something of an expert at trimming snatches," Trish offered brightly.
"Oh, that's for sure," Peggy said.
"Trish could be a beaver barber if she wanted," Karen laughed.
These three sure were frisky. I couldn't tell yet if there was a sexual edge to all this let's-trim-your-bush talk, or if models were just unusually blunt about bodily alterations like shaving a crotch or piercing a nipple or tattooing a butt.
"You better let Trish do it if you're not going to do it yourself," Peggy said. "Otherwise when that old dyke Shelly comes in here and sees you like that she'll kill to lather you up and get that razor between your legs."
Shelly was the stylist and I had heard she was a hardened dyke who had found herself the dream profession helping to prep models for shoots and runway shows.
"Well okay, I guess I should," I said. "How should we do it?"
"Here, just sit up on this stool," Trish told me.
I sat up there as Trish asked. She found a pair of scissors and first trimmed my very shaggy bush with those. I was really dense down there, and I knew she'd have to use the scissors before she got to the razor. Karen and Peggy just leaned back and watched, smiling at me.
After thoroughly moistening my pubic area with a warm, wet washcloth, Trish picked up the can of shaving cream.
"Spread your legs a little," she asked.
I spread them, as she worked shaving cream along the margins of my pubic "Vee" and then, with deft, skillful moves began to shave me down there. She shaved in from the thighs so my upper thighs and a little of my pubic mound were made all smooth.
"If you want, I can keep going and make you totally smooth and hairless down there," Trish said after she had trimmed me sufficiently to prepare me for a lingerie shoot. "Like Peggy over there."
I had noticed that Peggy's pussy was completely shaved.
"Yeah, Trish shaved mine, she's good at it," Peggy said, showing off her smooth, bald mound, the slit readily visible at the center of her fleshy pubes.
"No, I think I'll keep my curls. I like it that way." I said.
"Okay then," Trish said, making the washcloth wet again and wiping me off down there. Did I detect that she lingered just a moment longer than necessary and pressed just a little harder than she needed to as she wiped me off? Who knows? It seems every woman I was running into had the hots for me.
Now we each put on our respective pairs of panties and bras.
"Look at Kristen, she's the lucky one," Karen said to the others, pointing me out. In this ad we were all to be wearing different panties and bras from the same manufacturer. I got to wear the low-cut bikini panties, and the half-bra. Whereas the other girls had less revealing underwear.
"Yeah, she gets to wear the sexy ones this time," Peggy said, smiling sweetly. "It's a good thing you shaved."
"And you get to keep the undies you're wearing," Trish told me. "Those look really hot on you. And who'd want these?"
Trish was wearing the full panties, which were not especially flattering or sexy. Those were the ones she'd get to keep, but, as she said, who'd ever want them?
The stylist and her assistant now prepared us for the shoot and then Greg shot several rolls of us cavorting around in a lush boudoir setting wearing our panties and bras. This was followed by a session where we wore nightgowns and robes and pajamas.
Next we were each handed lacy panties and bras, along with matching garter belts and stockings. And a pair of high-heeled shoes for each of us. Greg explained that the last series would be for the line's "erotic" lingerie and that those, of course, were the pages in the catalog that got the most attention.
We went back to the dressing room, giggling as we got ready to put on our 'sexy' undergarments.
"Gee, I've never even worn a garter belt," I said as I clumsily put it on.
"Here, let me help," Karen said as she helped me put mine on. The other three watched me closely, I noticed, as they put on their own garter belts and hose, and their bikini lace panties and see-through bras.
Finally we were all dressed in our hot little outfits. The dressing room was lined with mirrors and now we checked ourselves out.
"God, look at us! We look like four hot young whores," Karen said as we stood next to each other before the mirrors.
"I love it!" Trish squealed. "I've got to dress like this more often."
"I'm sure Joe will like that," Peggy said.
Joe must've been Trish's boyfriend.
"Let's put on some music," Trish said.
There was a boom box in the dressing room, and Trish put on a rap CD that was a big hit. Soon we were listening to this slow rap tune with a deep, heavy bass beat.
Peggy started jokingly dancing and swaying, like you'd imagine a topless dancer would in a strip bar.
Soon the four of us were bumping and grinding to the funky beat.
I had to admit that we were really quite a sight. Four slim, young models, dressed in "striptease" lingerie, getting lewd and nasty to a hard, sexy rap beat.
"Okay girls," Denise, the photographer's assistant said as she came into the dressing room and watched us shake our tail feathers. "I know you're all having fun. But it's time to get back to work."
Greg's assistants had now dressed the set so that it looked like a New Orleans whorehouse, all red and satiny.
The four of us really had fun with this last session, as we were encouraged to try to be as sexy and alluring as possible. Within the constraints of a mainstream lingerie catalog, of course. We were asked to imagine we were whores, or strippers, or horny wives trying to get a rise out of deadened, disinterested husbands.
Finally we were finished and just hung around the set and bullshitted as Greg and his assistants wrapped things up. Greg's staff left, one by one, until it looked like it was going to be time for us to leave too.
"Ask him now," Trish said to Peggy, a conspiratorial tone to her voice.
The studio was empty now, except for Greg and the four of us, and he was just putting away his cameras. Now Peggy got up and approached Greg as Trish and Karen looked on keenly.
"Hey Greg? I want to ask you something. Peggy and Karen and me have had this fantasy of being photographed like we were posing for one of those-uh-spread mags, you know the kind we mean? We just thought it would be a kick. We'd never want photos like that of us published; they would just be for us to keep, you know. And show to some friends. With us already wearing these garters and heels and stuff, and the set already dressed like this, maybe you can take some now?"
Greg seemed a little taken aback, and I was a little stunned myself.
"Yeah, Greg, we'd really get off on that," Peggy said.
"Uh huh! It would sure turn us on!" Trish added.
"Sure," Greg said, a playful smile curling on his lips. "I've got nowhere to go, and some time to kill."
"Oh goody!" Trish squealed, obviously excited by this prospect of posing in a manner very different from the normal repertory of fashion model poses.
"Well, I guess I should be going then," I said, discreetly.
"Stay and watch if you want!" Karen urged. "Sure, you can even join in," Trish said, winking meaningfully.
I wasn't sure about the business of joining in, but I was sort of keen and curious to watch Greg shoot the three of them in those kinds of poses. I had always been curious about that sort of thing, and had even fantasized posing like that myself.
Greg now reloaded a couple of cameras and set up the lights again.
"Okay, let's start off by the three of you taking off your bras and getting up on that bed. Trish, you in the middle. And Karen and Peggy, you two on either side of Trish."
They took off their bras and got up on the bed as he asked. All three were fairly flat-chested, and definitely did not have the sorts of tits you usually see in men's spread mags.
"Okay, Trish, spread your legs wide, and Peggy and Karen, you both lean in towards her."
Trish started to take her panties off.
"No, leave them on for this first one."
Trish spread her legs as wide and lewdly as possible, showing off the crotch of her pink lace panties as Karen and Peggy pressed their bodies against her. Greg snapped away as I watched them pose. They were still giggling a little nervously, new at this, but obviously enjoying themselves.
"Okay, now take your panties off, all three of you."
They took off their panties, leaving their garter belts and heels on.
Greg now proceeded to photograph them in a variety of alluring poses. First he had all three just lay back and spread their legs wide open, showing off their pussies. He even went as far as to have them touch their nipples and their slits.
"Now touch each other's," Greg asked them Trish, still in the middle, reached out to rest a hand on Karen and Peggy's mounds, while Karen and Peggy each softly pinched one of Trish's nipples. The three of them also adopted these lusty, carnal expressions. After all, facial expressions are the most important aspect of modeling. And a spread like this required something different than the earlier catalog shots.
Greg had them pose in a variety of provocative positions as I watched. One that was especially nasty was when he had the three of them get up on elbows and knees next to each other, turning their heads to look at the camera, and reaching back with their hands to hold their buns open, "winking" at his camera with their rosy assholes!
Greg, I knew, was gay, and so he wasn't about to drop his camera, and then drop his pants, and attack them with a big, raging hard-on. Though, to me, they looked so hot and provocative posing like that, that I fantasized about attacking them myself!
I think Trish must have read my mind.
"Wouldn't you like to join us, Kristen?" she said.
Though I had fantasized about it, I never really thought I'd agree to pose in this way, like those slutty-looking babes do for spread shots. But now, having watched Trish, Peggy, and Karen pose in just that manner for the past half hour, I was definitely aroused by the prospect.
"Sure, why not," I said, taking off my bra and panties.
In a jiffy I was down on the a deep-red satin sheet, posing along with them, spreading my legs, scampering up on my knees, showing off my snatch and my behind with no inhibitions whatsoever. Though the three of them did not know me well enough yet to brave laying their hands on my tits or pussy, as they did with each other. I was sure they made it together. Modeling can get you hot, especially if you are apt to get aroused by other females. After all, the females are beautiful, they get into these alluring poses, and they're always taking their clothes off in front of each other.
"All right," Greg said. "All four of you, hold open your pussies."
And here were the four of us, stretched out on this king-sized bed, reaching between our legs and holding our pussies wide open for Greg's camera, just as you see in those nasty guys' mags.
"Kristen sure got into the spirit of things fast, didn't she?" Trish said to her two girlfriends as they saw me unabashedly spread them.
I sure did!
Now Trish leaned over to whisper something to Peggy and Karen, then the three of them glanced over at me with a secretive, nasty smile.
Peggy turned to Greg.
"Say, Greg? Why don't we go hardcore now. You know, not just showing it off, but doing it?" she said.
"Sure, anything you guys want," Greg said.
"Bet you two never thought we'd be posing for porn shots, huh?" Peggy said to Trish and Karen.
All of a sudden Karen brought her face between Peggy's legs and started eating her pussy, spreading those legs wide, so Greg with his camera could get in there and take some good close-ups of Karen's tongue lapping away at Peggy's smooth, shaven pussy. I watched, mesmerized, along with Trish.
Peggy closed her eyes and started breathing hard and deep, bringing down a hand and pressing Karen's face against her pussy.
"Oh, yeah, lick me, lick me down there!" she sighed.
Now Trish leaned over and started sucking on one of Peggy's breasts while staring right at Greg, a nipple between her lips. As she did this she spread her own legs wide and started fingering herself, and not just brushing fingertips over her mound, as she had for the more soft-core "spread" shots, but digging a couple of stiff fingers right up into her own vagina.
For my part, I just sat back and watched. Though, I had to admit, this scene was very arousing. I hadn't even thought about what would become of the pictures Greg was taking. I just thought it was so hot and nasty for us to be photographed this way. But going that extra distance the three of them were ready to go made me hesitate. These now weren't the kind of spread shots you might see on any magazine stand, this was hot, raw, hardcore girl-girl sex play!
But as much as I tried to remain discreet while watching Greg snap away at the cunnilingul embrace, I just couldn't manage to keep my fingers away from my own pussy. As though it had a will of its own, my hand made its along my thigh until I found myself idly fingering my clit as I watched Peggy's being devoured.
"Look!" Trish said, noticing me, "I think Kristen is turned on by what we're doing over here."
I had moved over to an ornate armchair by the side of the bed, part of the set which had been dressed for the lingerie shoot. Peggy, Karen and Trish had the bed to themselves now that the action had gone hard-core.
"Don't you like to play with girls?" Peggy asked.
"She loves it. I saw that look on her face when Trish was shaving her," Karen said, pulling her lips away momentarily from Peggy's cunt.
Oh, I was ready to play with these girls, all right. And then some! It's just that I wasn't sure how I felt about being photographed engaged in such play. Peggy could read my concern.
"Listen, Greg's going to print up a set for each of us, aren't you, Greg? And then he's going to give us the negatives to destroy. These are just for us, just for kicks. You know, to very discreetly show to whomever we want to show them to in the future, that's all."
That actually sounded kind of cool, having a set of photos getting it on with these three sleek young beauties.
"Hey, what the fuck. I'm game!" I exclaimed, getting up off the armchair and tumbling down on the bed with them.
Immediately Trish turned towards me and quick as a wink had her tongue in my mouth and her hand between my legs.
"Yeah!" she whispered huskily as she slid two fingers up my snatch. "Let me play with that pussy I shaved."
"Okay girls," Greg now said. "Let's not bother posing. You just go at it as if I weren't here. And I'll just take pictures. Let's make it seem natural, like I just walked in on the four of you in the midst of a muff diving four-way."
I pressed my body against Trish's and reached between her thighs to finger her now very slick and creamy cunt. She sighed as she felt my fingers probe her like that, thrusting her tongue deeper into my mouth.
Next to us, Karen kept wolfing down Peggy's pussy.
Now Trish pulled her lips away from mine and brought her face lower, first softly and sensually gliding her warm, silken tongue down my neck and then to one of my breasts which she kissed and licked while she kept fingering me.
"You've got big ones, don't you?" she said, obviously enjoying my full breasts. Like I said, I never thought of myself as being particularly well-endowed in the breast department, but compared to most girls in my trade I supposed you could say I was stacked.
Now Trish took a nipple between her lips and sucked it for a few moments, before resuming her slow journey down over the smooth skin of my belly until, finally, her face was down there, down between my legs.
She repositioned herself and now began to lick my pussy in earnest, her tongue gliding as far into my vagina as she could get it.
Here I was, on my back right next to Peggy, both with our legs spread and a hungry mouth between them.
Peggy and I looked into each other's eyes, our faces only inches apart.
"She's good, isn't she?" Peggy said, nodding down to Trish's face, buried between my thighs.
"I'll say!" I answered. "And Karen sure seems like she knows what she's doing from the way you've been moaning and groaning."
"That's for damned sure!" Peggy exulted and then she brought her face up to mine as our lips met and we fused in a searing open-mouthed kiss, savoring each other as, below, our pussies were being beautifully pleasured by two hot, hungry mouths.
Greg was all over the place, his motor drive whirring away, as he took shot after shot, picking up one film-loaded camera after another as he never let up.
"How about a little soixante-neuf?" Greg suggested, uttering the two French words that all orally-inclined pleasure lovers are apt to understand.
Immediately, Karen and Trish twisted their bodies around and got into the 69 position. Now there was a pussy right above my face as, down below, Trish dug into me again, her lips and tongue, in this position, feeling somewhat different on my pussy than when her face was down between my open legs.
Looking to my left I saw Karen's pussy planted right over Peggy's face.
"Nice view, huh?" Peggy said to me as we both eyed the lusciously succulent panoramas before our eyes. Then we both dug in and started to feast. Four pussies were now being devoured; four mouths were busy chewing aroused female flesh. And the camera shutter was going non-stop.
This was my first time doing 69 with another woman and, I have to admit, it was much more pleasant than doing it with a guy. With a guy, it always seems that he's so much into how his cock is feeling that he can never get the touch and the rhythm right with his mouth. And guys may feel the same way about girls who are sucking their cocks while their pussies are being eaten. But now, with Trish, anyway, it felt like we were in perfect synchrony, our oral caresses attuned to each other's sexual tempos.
My eyes were open and, as I licked away, what I was staring at was Trish's pretty little anus. It was like a star, a dark hole surrounded by this halo of a ridge from which radiated these pretty little creases. I never thought a girl's sphincter could be quite so cute, So cute, in fact, that I had to taste it. So I pulled my tongue away for a moment and brought it up an inch higher, to her asshole. The minute she felt that warm, wet tongue of mine on that spot she sighed deeply.
"Hey, Greg?" Trish said. "Make sure you get a picture of that. Kristen's got her tongue in my ass."
Greg came up and brought his camera lens for a close-up right where my tongue was greeting Trish's sphincter.
Not to be outdone, Peggy made sure to have a little taste of Karen's anal morsel as Greg turned to snap a few shots of that hot scene too.
Then Peggy and I returned to the main course. All you could hear now was the sound of the camera shutter going, and four hungry mouths munching.
All four of us were quickly becoming more and more excited, our bodies writhing and twisting as we savored the extravagant oral caresses we were lavishing on each other.
I could feel Trish's thighs quivering against my cheeks, the sweat pouring off of her, her groans muffled as she kept devouring me. Her clit was hard and swollen and I was running my tongue over its glossy surface. I knew she was close, and so I slid a pinky up her ass for a little added stimulation. The second I did that, her whole body shook and trembled above me as she convulsed in a massive orgasm. I could feel the muscle of her sphincter throbbing against my pinky as she climaxed.
Either I was really good at it or she was one of those chicks who got off in a jiffy, because I had only been chewing on her for a minute or two before she got off. Maybe it was the way I fingered her ass while I licked her which brought her over the top so fast.
I had been getting closer and closer myself, but now that Trish had just cum she had to stop eating me a moment and that brought me down to earth. I didn't mind; that would only stretch everything out and give Greg time to shoot more photos.
Now, next to me, I heard Peggy groaning loudly as she pulled her face away from Karen and threw her head back on the pillow, her eyes closed.
"Oh God! Oh shit!" she wailed. Obviously she was an expressive one. "That ... that ... that's it!!!"
And a second later she was convulsing in spasms of ecstatic pleasure as she, too, got off.
Two down, and two to go!
Peggy, having climaxed now, got up and Karen lay down in her place, next to me.
"It's our turn now," Karen said, as she looked into my eyes, both hers and mine blazing with lustful desire.
"But how about you and I switch?" Peggy said to Trish. "I want to get to taste Kristen. I've gone down on Karen at least a dozen times."
That sounded good to me. Yet another mouth feasting on my pussy; I liked that!
Now I took in Peggy's technique. It was different from Trish's; the contact her tongue made was softer.
She wasn't necessarily better than Trish at it, just different. And with Trish's tongue and lips having warmed me up the way they had, I knew Peggy wasn't going to have to do much more to get me off.
"You're getting close, aren't you?" Karen said, looking at me, sensing I was on the verge.
I looked over at her; she bore that same expression of being on the brink of a pleasure explosion.
"You too?" I asked.
"Uh huh, I'm real close now."
Now Karen and I brought our lips together and kissed tenderly, soulfully, as Trish and Peggy kept lapping away. We were breathing deeply into each other's mouths, both almost there. And then it happened. Our lips pressed together like this, we climaxed at the very same moment, panting, sighing, utterly out of breath as raw pleasure shot through our bodies like two bolts of lightning hitting their targets at once.
Now Trish and Peggy came up from down below and kisses were exchanged all around, the sweet aroma of pussy on all four sets of lips.
"That was fun!" I said.
"Wasn't it, though," Peggy said cheerfully.
"We'll have to make sure to do this again," Karen added.
"I can't wait to see those photos," Trish said, as we all looked over at Greg.
And there he was, sitting in the armchair, his camera put aside, crazily fisting his cock, which was hard and pulled out of his pants.
"Why, Greg! I thought you were gay," Karen said.
"He is, but I guess even a gay guy couldn't help but get off on the sight of four gorgeous sluts like us having fun, huh Greg?" Trish snickered.
Greg said nothing; he was just whacking away furiously. And then, a few seconds and few grunts later, he got himself off.
We girls looked at each other, strangely proud that we could bring a gay man to such a pitch of excitement. I knew I'd definitely have to put that one down in my book!
CHAPTER SIX
I loved New York, but sometimes I missed the wide open spaces of Minnesota. So I was very happy that I lived only a few blocks from Central Park. I'd try to take a walk there whenever I could, before modeling assignments, or afterwards if it wasn't dark yet. And on weekends I always made sure to spend a few hours in the Park.
I was taking a walk one Saturday morning when I saw a man and woman walking towards me with a dog that looked just like Muffy, our dog back home. Muffy was a dachshund and I missed her as much as I missed anything from home. So I couldn't help bending down and petting this dog. It was so friendly.
"We have one just like this back home," I said. "What's its name?"
"Her name's Ginger," the woman said, pleased to have someone admiring her dog.
"Hi, Ginger," I said, petting the dog. "Our dachshund's a female too. They could be twins."
"Yes, I always prefer female dogs to male ones. Males can be so unruly and so difficult to train," she said, giving her male companion a meaningful look. "I've always preferred bitches to studs."
I looked up and laughed at her forthrightness.
I talked with them about their dog. It seemed they had owned several dachshunds, and my family had always owned one or more for as long as I could remember. I had an aunt who bred them. So soon we were having quite a detailed talk about this breed of dog and its virtues.
"You know Ginger has a sister," the woman said. "But we had to leave her in the house, she hurt her paw yesterday. We just live a block from here. Would you like to come up with us for a moment and see Ginger's sister, Honey? And maybe have a cup of tea with us?"
I loved the idea. The two of them seemed like a very chic and sophisticated couple and if they lived just a block from where we stood, they definitely lived in one of the most upscale neighborhoods in Manhattan. So I was delighted that they had invited me to come up.
"Sure, I'd love to," I said.
"Good," the woman said. "I'm Jane, and this is my husband Dave."
"I'm Kristen. Hi Jane, Hi Dave."
Dave, who had been quiet to this point, gave me a warm hello and handshake.
It was an elegant building right on Fifth Avenue with several doormen and an elevator man when we got inside. Everyone treated Jane and Dave with the utmost courtesy and respect.
When we got up to their place the first thing I saw was Ginger's sister Honey, who immediately jumped all over me. I was delighted to play with two dachshunds, not just one.
After the dogs settled down, Jane and Dave showed me around and I was amazed at the luxurious sumptuousness of what turned out to be their duplex penthouse.
"Wow!" was all I could say as I look out at the view of Central Park from the eighteenth floor.
"Dave, will you make us some tea, dear," Jane asked her husband, who disappeared.
They were a couple in their early or mid thirties I guessed. Both were remarkably elegant and attractive, and dressed in the most stylish clothes, even though all they had been doing was walking their dog in Central Park.
I guess my eye must have lingered a moment on Dave as he retreated from us to go prepare tea.
"He is good looking, isn't he?" she said, obviously noticing my gaze.
I immediately blushed, embarrassed at having been caught like this, which she noticed too.
"It's all right, I don't mind having my husband appreciated by a beautiful young girl like you. Do you think he's handsome?"
"Uh, yes," I stuttered. "He's very handsome. And you're very beautiful."
"Oh, no need to flatter me," she laughed.
"But you are," I insisted, "you are really beautiful."
"You're the beauty," she said, as she looked me over head to foot. "What do you do?"
I explained that I was an aspiring model, new to Manhattan, and hoping to make it. I also told them about being up for the Beautine girl. Jane took it all in, nodding pleasantly.
"I know you think my husband is handsome. Now let me ask you something else. Do you think he's masculine and sexy as well?" she asked.
I wondered why she was pursuing this line of questioning, and I didn't quite know what to say. So I told her the truth.
"Yes, I do think so," I said.
She laughed.
"Well," she said, turning to me and whispering. "He may look masculine and sexy to you, but let me tell you a secret. There's another, surprising side to him."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "Oh, you'll see in a moment," she said mysteriously.
And then a moment later, Dave came back in holding a tray. On it was a pot of tea and several tea cups. But that's not what caught my eye as I gazed at Dave in shock, my jaw hanging open. What caught my eye was his shocking appearance now. He had taken off all his clothes and all he was wearing now was a dainty little apron.
"You see Kristen, Dave may look handsome and masculine and sexy. But actually he's a slavish wimp who loves nothing better than groveling before the far, far superior female sex. Isn't that so, dear?"
"Yes," he said humbly, lowering his face.
"Yes what?" Jane barked.
"Yes, madame ... yes, mistress," he said, turning his head to me.
I was still in shock at what was happening here. Jane took quite a chance presenting Dave to me like this. What if I was some easily horrified prude? I would have run out there instantly in total shock at what was happening and what I was witnessing. But instead, I stood there, next to Jane, fascinated. Somehow she must've sensed that about me, that I had a burning curiosity these days about all things sexual.
We sat down on the couch and Dave served us tea. Then he stood by us silently, his hands folded.
Except for the tiny apron, Dave was revealing a fabulous body, muscled and chiseled from the many hours he probably spent in the gym. Dave was built like a Greek statue of a perfectly formed athlete.
I was still stunned and unable to say anything, but Jane could sense that I just might be up for whatever game they had dreamed up.
"Kristen thinks you're very handsome, Dave. And masculine, too. Isn't that a joke!" she sneered. "But I must admit that you're handsome enough. Now turn around and show yourself off. Display yourself for our guest."
Dave pirouetted several times in front of us. Then Jane made him stop when his rear was facing us. He had the apron tied around his waist but otherwise he was completely naked, his exposed buttocks now staring me in the face.
"Bend over, slut!" Jane barked as I took a sip of tea.
He bent over at the waist, showing off his well toned buttocks, rippling with muscles. Jane stared over at me slyly, noticing how my eyes were riveted on her husband's exposed bottom. He looked utterly obscene, exposing himself like this.
"Nice, isn't it? And he just loves having wicked girls do nasty things to that bottom of his, don't you, slave?"
"Yes," he whispered almost inaudibly. Nasty things to his bottom? Like what? I wondered?
"Like what?" I said, unable to suppress my thought.
"Oh, he just adores a good spanking or paddling or whipping. But what he loves most of all-reach back and spread them, slut!" she barked at him.
He reached back to hold himself open, revealing his asshole to our view, all vulnerable and exposed. Although I had seen my share of female behinds lately, to see this exceedingly handsome man bending over like this and showing off his asshole to his wife and to me somehow seemed so wonderfully depraved now.
"See that hole there? What the bitch loves most of all is to have big, thick cocks shoved all the way up there. Not real ones, of course, he's much too chicken shit for that, even though we all know he's a faggot at heart. Instead, I use something special on him. Would you like to see it?"
"Uh, yes," I stammered as though I were in a trance. I was still in shock at what was happening here. But my curiosity was burning white hot by now.
"Stay there, slut, just like that. Let Kristen enjoy the view while I go get your favorite toy," Jane said as she stood up and departed the sitting room.
And, as Jane guessed, I continued to enjoy the view, staring at that lewdly exposed asshole of his.
A few moments later Jane returned, holding in her hand what I instantly saw was a huge dildo.
"Here, take a look," she said, handing me the dildo. "This is what he loves. He's been a good slave lately, so I've been thinking of rewarding him by having a new "stud" have her way with him."
Was I to be the "stud" that was now going to have my way with Jane's husband? My head started spinning as I pondered the possibility. This chic Fifth Avenue wife was offering her husband's bottom to me for my use and enjoyment. I could hardly believe this was happening.
I looked at the dildo. I'm fairly familiar with phallic toys, and for awhile now have owned one or more. On occasion it gets vigorous use, believe me! But all the dildos I've seen were made of rubber or plastic from cheap molds. This dildo was different, very different. For one thing it was strapped to a harness and obviously meant to be worn and used as a real cock, not wielded by hand. For another, it was larger than any I had used, or even seen. I doubted there were too many men with cocks as big or as thick as this one, though there probably were a few. And the dildo seemed to be made of a soft kid leather which felt just like skin. And it was skillfully crafted so that it looked like a real penis, not just some crude facsimile of one.
"Do you like it?" Jane said, noting how fascinated I seemed to be by this instrument. "It was custom-made for me by a superb Florentine leather craftier. He makes my handbags too."
"It's really something," I said, handling it.
"You know, it's made to be worn," she said.
"I can see that," I said.
"Perhaps you'd like to try it on?" she said, looking me directly in the eye.
I took a long, long pause and thought about it.
"Perhaps I would," I finally said, suddenly thrilled by the prospect.
"Would you like me to help you undress?" she asked, looking at me with this longing gaze of hers, breathing hard and deep now with her own excitement. The two of them obviously took a gamble, bringing me up to their place in the hope that I might be interested in participating in their kinky games. Luckily for them they happened that day to have brought home a young woman who was at the peak of her sexual curiosity and willingness.
"Sure, go ahead and take my clothes off," I said.
Dave just stood there, bending over and holding himself open.
"You may turn around now, slut," Jane said. "You may kneel and watch."
Dave dropped to his knees and watched us.
"And take off that ridiculous apron!" Jane snarled.
He removed the apron, leaving him totally naked. Now I could see his cock, a rather modest one which actually seemed even smaller in contrast to his large framed, heavily-muscled body.
Jane took off my sneakers, then pulled down my jeans and unbuttoned my shirt. Of course I wore no bra for my walk in the park and that day I happened not to be wearing any panties either. So, suddenly, I was stark naked, as naked as Dave.
Jane looked my body over with a lustful hunger she didn't bother to conceal.
"Now let's see what you look like under all that silk and cashmere," I said bravely.
"You know, I had a feeling about you the minute we saw you on that path in the park. I had a feeling you'd be game for some fun," she said as she pulled her cashmere top off. No bra for her either. Instead, a pair of luscious, slightly pendulous breasts. And then off came the skirt and, with it, her panties.
"Is that better?" she asked, showing off her shapely body, even shaking her breasts for me.
"Yeah, I think now we're ready to play," I said, amazed at my own rather brazen forthrightness.
"Oooh, I like the sound of that!" she whispered huskily.
She picked up the dildo.
"Shall I help you on with this?" she asked, and I nodded. I stood up and she worked the harness between my legs and around my waist, tightening it just right.
"There," she said after securely strapping the dildo to me, pointing to a floor-to-ceiling mirror. "Look at yourself. You look so hot ... stud!"
I turned to look and almost gasped when I saw myself. There I was in front of the mirror, slim, tall, naked, and female. But sticking out from my crotch at a forty-five degree angle was this huge cock!
"Wow!" was all I could say as I marveled at how amazingly "well hung" I was.
"Why don't you sit back down," she said, pointing to the couch. So now I dropped to the couch again, my cock rising straight up off my belly.
"Say, Dave," Jane said, turning to her husband. "I think our guest needs to have her big cock sucked."
She pushed Dave's face down towards my cock.
"There's nothing this slut loves more than wrapping his lips around a thick one," she said as he took the knob of my leather cock in his mouth. God! He looked so lewd and nasty going down on me and sucking my dick. Suddenly I wished I had a real dick and could've actually felt that hot mouth of his.
"A fresh cock for you to suck, Dave. Aren't you the lucky boy today," Jane teased as she watched her husband suck me.
While he sucked my dick, Jane got behind him and started to spank him. Real hard too. It reminded me of how much pleasure I took in spanking my sister. The sound of her hand coming down on the smooth, taut skin of his hard, muscular butt really excited me now.
"Swallow that dick! Suck it!" Jane demanded, as the flat of her hand came down sharply on his quivering buttocks. What a freaky scene-Dave, on his knees in front of me, getting his bottom spanked while he feasted on my cock!
My cock was awesomely big, so I was somewhat amazed at how much of it Dave was able to take in his mouth and down his throat. But obviously he had had much practice and, in any case, Jane didn't give him much choice, as she forcefully pushed his face down on it, making him swallow it.
Then Jane decided her husband had feasted long enough.
"I want some too. All I ever get to suck on is this puny one," Jane said, tugging mockingly at Dave's smallish penis.
Now she roughly pulled her husband's face away and came down in his place. She looked straight up at me, separating her lips lewdly and taking me in her mouth. So it wasn't that this kinky wife just wanted to see her husband take a cock, she wanted some of that same cock for herself-plenty of it, in fact. Dave, down on his knees, watched closely as his wife, kneeling right next to him, went wild sucking my cock now. She had a finger between her own legs, really whipping it up down there.
"See, Dave?" Jane said turning to her husband. "I need a big man, a real man with a real cock like this."
I was beginning to see the further dimensions of this fantasy. Was it that wife and husband, together, wanted to share a cock? Did Jane really need another man, and was the only way she was willing to have one like this, in the form of a woman with a big strap-on dildo? Or did Jane, like her husband, have bisexual tendencies, but was only willing to exercise them with a woman who was "done up" with male sexual apparatus, as her husband was only willing to suck a cock that was strapped to a woman. I was about to find out just where the kinky contours of this couple's fantasies took them.
"Yeah, suck my dick! Suck it just the way your husband loved sucking it!" I hissed, quickly getting into that forceful, dominant mode I had taken on with my sister, and which came very naturally to me, I now quickly learned.
"But I want you to fuck me now," she said, suddenly looking up at me with pleading eyes. "Will you fuck me with that big cock of yours, please!"
"Sure I'll fuck you," I said, "come up here."
She came up on the couch and straddled me, reaching down to work "my" cock into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh" she cried as she felt the huge thing fill her, then turned to look at her husband. "See, I need a big cock, a big one, Dave."
She looked down at the still-kneeling and utterly silent Dave, making sure he got the point that she needed a cock much more substantial than the one he could provide.
For the next half-hour I really got into it, fucking Jane in every position. Spreading her legs and getting between them, coming at her from behind, having her stand as I stood behind her, pumping it inside. I absolutely loved this, being the cock-empowered stud. I think every woman has this fantasy at some time, of having a cock and really putting it to someone.
Jane, for her part, couldn't stop howling and wailing and moaning and groaning, as she enjoyed one orgasm after another. This wealthy, stylish wife was a sizzling slut in disguise, insatiable in her desire for the hard, savage thrusting of my overpowering leather cock.
Finally she seemed exhausted. She could hardly stand up and was hyperventilating. I pulled it out of her and she collapsed on the couch next to me, spreading her legs to let some cool, fresh air soothe her burning, ravaged cunt.
"Suck it again," I said to Dave, pointing to my cock, all slick from having hammered his wife's slick pussy incessantly. "Suck it now that it's been buried all the way up your wife's sweet pussy."
Jane smiled broadly, loving the way I was getting into this hot, nasty scene, as Dave obediently resumed going down on my cock.
"He's jealous, the little slut," Jane crowed. "Jealous to see me enjoying it like that, having my fill of it.
Now he wants some too, isn't that right, you little whore?"
"What do you say, Dave?" I now said to him. "Is she right? Do you want some of this cock for yourself now?"
"Yes," he said softly, looking at me with meek, but hungry eyes.
"Well, since you've been a good little slave," I said, "serving us tea and watching quietly, on your knees, while I gave your wife the fucking she could never get from you, maybe now I'll take pity on you and fuck you too. What do you say to that ... slut?"
He looked at me pleadingly, hoping I would in fact take such pity on him.
I was amazed at this transformation. It seemed I was taking to this role of a dominant bitch the way a fish takes to water. Of course having had practice on my sister helped. And still bearing resentments towards some of the pathetically selfish guys I'd been with helped too.
"Let me help get him ready for you," Jane said to me, then turned sharply to her husband. 'Turn around again, you nasty little whore-bitch! And bend over and spread 'em! Spread 'em now!"
Once again he showed off his gorgeous, submissive bottom, exposing his asshole to our view.
Suddenly Jane got off the couch and sank to her knees behind her husband, digging her tongue into his crack and slurping away at his hole. I guess that's what she meant by getting him ready for me.
After getting him all nice and ready like this, she pulled away.
"He's all yours," she said to me, holding him open, his hole now thoroughly slicked with her saliva.
"Won't he need some lubricant or something?" I whispered into her ear, looking down at just how huge the dildo was.
"Nah, this is good enough for him, that's all he needs. The slut likes it nice and rough, don't you, hon?" she said loudly, encouraging me to proceed.
"Okay," I said, thrilled now as I stood up from the couch and got behind him.
As Jane held open his buttocks I aimed for the ridged ring of his asshole. My heart skipped a beat as I watched the huge knob of the cock-dildo rest against his anus. And then I just pushed, sliding it inside, inch by inch, until Dave's bottom was filled with the full length of my thick shaft.
Jane's eyes sizzled with demented lust now as she looked into his crack and saw his asshole stretched to the limit around the thickness of my leather cock.
"That's it, fuck the shit out of his slut ass-fuck it!" she hissed excitedly.
Then she looked up at me, panting.
"What are you doing to my husband?"
"I'm fucking him."
"Fucking him where?"
"I'm fucking him up the ass!"
"Oh yeah! I love to hear you say it! Ram it in there!"
I gazed at Dave's butthole, gripping my cock as it disappeared into the hot depths of his bottom. I was really fired up now and fucked his ass mercilessly while, bristling with excitement, I began to spank his buns with a free hand.
"That's it, spank the tramp!" she urged. "Spank him while you fuck him. He loves it, the pig!"
I absolutely savored this, fucking a guy, fucking him with a huge, hard cock-my cock! I'd have to make sure I got to do this on a regular basis. That shouldn't be much of a problem. There are many freaky, kinky guys hanging around the modeling and fashion scene. Half of them would kill to have a foxy young model like me strap on a thick one and fuck them till they dropped!
"Okay, let's do it another way," I said, pulling out of him and sitting down on the couch. "Get on top of me."
He was about to sit over me, impaling his ass on my cock, but he had his back towards me, and I wanted him to face me.
"No, turn around-face me," I told him.
He turned around and lowered himself over it as Jane aimed it so it slid up inside his bottom again, nice and smooth.
Now I could see his cock right in front of me. It was fully erect now and surprisingly bigger than I thought it would be based on what it looked like in its limp state. But I've learned never to assume what an erect cock will look like from the appearance of a flaccid one.
"Okay, I want to see you suck his dick now, Jane. I want to see him cum in your mouth while I fuck his ass."
He was riding me now, bearing down hard, eager to get every last inch deep inside him.
"I should suck him off?" she asked, in a near trance.
"Yes, that's what I said, can't you hear?" I asserted rather harshly. "Suck him off. Suck him off while I bust his asshole wide open!"
She leaned over and wrapped her lips around her husband's cock, sucking him while I kept screwing his ass. I looked up to see that his eyes were tightly closed, a grimace of pure pleasure chiseled into his face. Dave was obviously having a very good time, courtesy of my hard thrusts, and his wife's mouth.
Finally, his body quivered and he grunted. I could hear Jane gag a little, maybe she wasn't used to satisfying her husband like this. Then, looking down, I could see a little rivulet of sperm flowing from the corner of Jane's lips. Her husband had obviously unloaded. And, clearly, she wasn't about to swallow it, so she reached over for a tissue.
"No!" I barked. "Just let it spill out of your mouth if you won't swallow it."
It seemed that Dave had really turned on the tap in her mouth, for now it spilled out from between her lips in a little torrent, falling all over her big, soft breasts.
"Okay, you can get up now," I told him as he slowly lifted himself off me, exposing the full length of the leather penis. I marveled at how he had been able to get all of that inside him.
"Turn around and show it off to us," Jane told him.
I gasped as I saw what I had done to him. His asshole looked like a well-fucked and thoroughly dilated cunt now.
Suddenly the dogs started barking.
"Oh God, I forgot all about Ginger and Honey. Go feed them Dave, go feed the dogs. Go feed them right now!" Jane yelled.
Dave gave me one deeply appreciative look before he scampered out of the room to feed their dachshunds.
Now I unharnessed the dildo and tossed it aside. Then I spread my legs wide, looking down at Jane.
"Looks like there's another bitch that needs to be fed," I said, taking hold of her by the back of her head and pressing her face between my thighs. "Here's your meal, bitch! Eat it and enjoy it!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
One of the great fringe benefits of working as a model, and one appreciated especially by us young models who are new to the business, is that we're given all these great clothes for free. I thought I'd never have to shop for clothes again, at least while I was still young and did modeling.
But this did not apply to shoes. Unless you're a foot model, which I wasn't, and modeled footwear, shoes were one item not provided gratis. In many photo shoots you wouldn't even see the shoes, and you'd wear whatever footwear was around and happened to fit. And even for runway shows shoes often weren't a big deal.
But I had something of a shoe fetish. I'd always loved shoes and tended to spend too much of my money on them. Maybe that's one reason I wound up working as a clerk at a shoe store, so I could at least get them at an employee's discount.
But now I was in need of some new footwear, and several girls recommended a small out-of-the-way shoe store in the West Village which they said carried really exquisite imports.
So late one Saturday afternoon I headed downtown to get myself a couple of pairs of new shoes.
Just as I got to the shoe boutique a guy was putting a "closed" sign in the window. I knocked and begged him to open up for me.
"We just closed," he said.
"Oh please, do you think I could come in for just a minute?" I begged. "I've heard all about your shop and came from way uptown. The subway got stalled or I would have gotten here on time. I knew you closed at five."
I lied. The subway had been just fine. It's that I took a little more time than I should have putting on make-up and getting out of the apartment.
He looked me over and then smiled warmly.
"Please, come in," he said. "I am in no rush today."
The proprietor was a very handsome man in his thirties, or maybe his early forties, who spoke with an accent. Since the shop was renown for its Italian exports, I gathered he was Italian. When I asked, Luigi acknowledged that, yes, he was indeed from Milan, where his family had made and sold shoes for generations. But he'd decided to head out for distant waters, and so came to New York and opened this shop.
I looked around and, with my practiced eye, could tell immediately that Luigi's little store carried outstanding shoes. I knew my way around shoes and shoe stores. And I've always loved shopping for shoes Taking them off and exposing my feet, slipping or those little stockings they keep for that purpose and then to have a male shoe clerk-and they're always down below you, on their knees, practically worshipful as they do their job-help me try on shoes. Of course I felt very differently when I was down on my own knees helping some drab, overweight suburban mom squeeze into a cheap pair of pumps.
"I've heard so much about your shop," I told him.
"I hope you heard only nice things," he said graciously, in that charming Italian accent of his.
He told me to ignore the fact that he was just about to close as I had arrived, and to take all the time I needed. I loved the opportunity. He left the "closed" sign in the window and now I would have the shop to myself, the only customer. And he, alone, seemed to be tending to his shop.
So, with no pressure on me now, I took my time looking over the shoes which were on display. Finally there were a couple of pairs I wished to try on, and I pointed them out.
He had me sit down and went back to fetch the shoes. Kneeling before me, he slipped my own shoes off my feet. Right away I exulted in his wonderful, subtle touch. Most shoe clerks are adept at handling a woman's foot, but this charming, handsome Italian was more than adept; his touch was deeply sensual.
He slipped the little stockings up to my ankles and had me try on the pair. Once on, they didn't seem quite right and I told him so. And so just as tenderly he removed the shoes and rolled down the stockings. I think I sighed and I think he noticed, because he looked up at me with the briefest of glances and then began to caress and massage my bare feet, moving from one to the other.
"You have been walking much today, no?" he asked.
"Yes, I have. And that feels so marvelous, what you're doing."
I almost swooned in sensual joy as he caressed my feet. I have sensitive feet, not sensitive in the sense that they tickle easily, but sensitive in that they're responsive, almost sexually responsive, to touch.
From the way I sighed I knew he could detect that I had a special fondness for the kind of attention he was now paying to my feet. And I'm sure this did not surprise him. From my own experience, I knew that many women, and many men who own or work in ladies' shoes stores, are very much into this particular fetish.
"You know, I once worked in a shoe shop," I told him.
He asked me about the shop and my experience, and we exchanged a few stories and reactions to having to tend to people's shoe needs day in and day out. This immediately brought us even closer, knowing we shared this background.
The couple of pairs I had tried on were nice, but not for me, and I told him so.
"I have many pairs in the back which are not on display, some just in from Italy. Perhaps you would enjoy going back there and having a look?" he asked. "I'd love to," I told him.
He led me to his stockroom, filled with boxes of shoes and permeated with the rich, earthy smell of shoe leather. I looked through some boxes and finally found a pair I really liked. He helped me try them on, this time dispensing with the little white stockings.
"You have such lovely-and such clean-feet, that there is no need for these," he explained.
This pair was perfect and I told him I wanted them. He took them off my feet and put them back in the box.
"Luigi, would you rub my feet some more?" I now asked him, suddenly, very aroused at being in the stock room of this lovely shoe store with the handsome proprietor, a "Closed" sign hung on the front door. Plus, he had complimented me on my feet!
He looked up at me and smiled knowingly as he proceeded to massage and caress first one foot, then the other.
"That's so wonderful," I said, nearly swooning.
Maybe it was because of that scene with the Fifth Avenue couple, where I so easily slipped into the role of a fetishist, but I had a feeling I could now get away with something.
So I lifted a foot to his face.
"Would you like to kiss it?" I asked boldly.
Immediately his lips were all over my foot. He was rapturous as he covered it with kisses.
"Oh, that feels so nice," I cooed blissfully.
Now he stood up and looked down at me, taking my hands and lifting me up to my feet. I fell against his chest as he embraced me with his strong arms.
We kissed passionately as I melted in his embrace.
Then I let him take off my clothes, garment by garment, with the same exquisite care and sensuous touch he had applied to my feet. Now naked before him, I began to undress him, taking my time removing his shoes and socks and caressing his own well-formed, highly sensitive feet.
His maleness rose sharply and rigidly from his flat stomach. I grabbed hold of the beautiful organ as, again, I brought my lips to his.
"Now I want to kiss something else," I said, pushing him down to sit on the little couch, and dropping to my knees in front of him.
I stared at his cock as I fisted it. It was perfectly formed and proportioned. I brought my lips to the smooth knob of his penis and laid little kisses all over it. Next I ran my lips up and down the shaft, planting more kisses all over, teasing him. I pushed his cock back and began to kiss, and then lick his balls. Slowly I dragged my tongue up from the rough skin of his scrotum to the taut skin of his cock, this time replacing my lips with my tongue, dragging that wet, warm tongue upward as I licked every inch of his male hardness.
"I hope this feels as good as your lips felt on my foot," I said, certain that it did.
I wrapped my lips around his cock while holding the shaft in my hand. I sucked his dick with one hand wrapped around it, while with my other hand I cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. He groaned, evidently appreciating the way I was tending to his aroused male flesh.
He luxuriated in my oral caresses for quite a long while, but then pushed my face away and had me sit down on the little couch in his place, dropping to his knees in front of my open legs.
"Yes!" I urged as he brought his lips and tongue to my pussy. With all the girls that had been licking me down there lately, it felt nice to have a man go down on me again like this.
"That's it, lick it. Lick my pussy!" I hissed, feeling bold and brazen now. "Lick it and then put it inside me, Luigi. Put this inside!"
I reached down to take hold of his cock again.
Gently, he pushed me back on the couch amidst the clutter of shoe boxes. There was something so strangely and so intensely erotic about all this, about having the proprietor of this lovely shoe store about to fuck me amidst the stacks and stacks of shoes and show boxes in the back room of his shop, the air permeated with the musky aroma of clean leather.
I spread my legs as he entered me, filling me with his steely cock. He fucked me with deep, smooth, powerful strokes.
"You feel so good inside me!" I cried out.
He thrust into me and pressed my legs back, flexing them, holding onto my ankles. This had the effect of bringing my feet right up to his face. Now, while he fucked me sublimely, he caressed and kissed and licked my feet again.
"Oh yesss," I sighed. "Your cock inside me, your mouth on my feet!"
For me, all this was sheer ecstasy, to have a virile man fucking me so sweetly while he paid the most divine attention to my aroused feet at the same time! I could feel how swollen my clit was, and I couldn't help but bring a finger down to pinch my hardened, sensitive nipples as he thrust into me.
Now he began to suck my toes, each of them, one at a time, while never letting up on the steady hammering into my inflamed snatch!
"That's right, suck my toes, suck them! Show me how much you love them," I said as I watched him take a toe between his lips and suck it as though it were some delicious fruit.
And with the way he was now sucking each one of my toes I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. And so moments later my whole body shuddered as a sharp, piercing orgasm raced through my loins.
"That was sublime!" I whispered, kissing him tenderly as he slowed his thrusts. Then he picked up the rhythm again, fucking me savagely, bringing me to a second climax, before he himself exploded inside me, spilling his cream deep within me.
Finished now, he slowly pulled out. His cock, wet and glossy from my pussy, was still erect, even though he had just ejaculated. I lifted my feet and began to caress that beautiful shaft. It must've inspired him because his cock not only stayed hard, but got harder! I marveled at his virility. And I had a feeling I'd have him inside me again that evening before I left his utterly delightful shoe shop. Again and again and again!
I quickly learned that being a model was hard work. People think we're so lucky to be so beautiful and able to make lots of money parading around our beauty and wearing fabulous clothes all the time. And that's all true. But, let me tell you, all that is work, real work. Hours under the lights and in front of the camera, the constant fittings, temperamental art directors and photographers to deal with, the frenzied panic of high-profile runway shows-it's not all just a picnic.
And then there's the image that models play hard, their evenings and nights a constant round of the best restaurants, the hottest clubs, and the most exclusive parties. This is true, and I have to admit, I sure was enjoying these nightlife benefits of being a young model, fresh on the scene.
Every restaurant and club owner wants to fill his joint with models. They make the place look good, and they bring in the customers, especially guys. So we're always going to these great places for free, with someone else eager to pick up the tab. I'll tell you one thing, it all sure was more exciting than squeezing into a car with five girlfriends and driving miles on a wintry day in order to stand on long lines trying to get into Minneapolis' most popular rock club!
I was out partying one night with a model I had recently met. She was even newer to the scene than I was. I had been in New York for six months already and was actually feeling like something of a pro. Suzie had arrived only a month ago and she was still a babe in the woods. And she had just turned eighteen. Though I was just short of twenty, I felt like a seasoned, mature woman now that I had been here working as long as I had. So I sort of took Suzie under my wing and tried to show her the ropes the way I had been shown the ropes by other models.
Very soon after Suzie arrived in New York she had met a guy, much older than she, one of these slick, good-looking European playboy-types who hang out at all the fashionable watering holes. She quickly fell head over heels in lust with his continental charm and smooth, silky manners. Since she met him she had been spending just about every night with him, I knew. So I was rather surprised when Suzie called me earlier in the evening and asked me if I was doing anything that night. She sounded kind of down, so I told her I planned to go clubbing for a couple of hours and she could join me if she wanted. We'd dance and have some fun, and maybe meet a few people. I had been out with Suzie a few times before, but it was always with that Euro trash boyfriend of hers, Henri. That gent just got under my skin, so I was glad to have Suzie join me solo like this.
We hit a couple of dance clubs but I could see that Suzie just wasn't into it, she was merely trying to kill time. And she acted as if something was troubling her.
"Listen, I said, taking her into a quiet corner of the very loud bar we were at. "I can tell you're not having a good time. We don't have to stay here, you know."
She didn't say anything but she looked up hopefully when I said we could split whenever she wanted.
"You know, we could go back to my place and just hang out and stuff," I said. "I can make us some cocoa."
"That sounds really good," she said softly, looking up at me with what I now noticed were very sad eyes.
The minute we were back inside my place, Suzie broke down and started bawling, falling against me and shaking with sobs as I wrapped my arms around her and tried to soothe her. I was happy that Tina had gone away for the weekend with Doug. Suzie sure seemed like she needed to get something out of her system.
"What is it?" I asked. "What's the matter?"
"Oh, he's just-he's just such a-prick!" she blurted out.
"Who? Henri?" I asked.
"Yeah, him. His old girlfriend showed up from Paris and he decided to dump me. Not even an explanation. Just a cold good-bye. I'm so miserable."
She started sobbing again and I had her sit down on the sofa, and then sat down next to her, letting her rest her head on my shoulder as she cried more softly now.
"He said I didn't turn him on anymore, he actually said that to me. I've just been with him a couple of weeks. Do I look like the kind of girl who'd turn a guy off after just a couple of weeks of seeing him?" she said, imploring me with those big green eyes of hers.
Suzie was this absolutely stunning, freckled strawberry blonde. She was the type most guys would kill to be able to say they dated or fucked.
"No way, Suzie," I said, trying to soothe her. "In my opinion a guy that snubbed you like that you would have to be nuts."
Of course, I was enough of a realist to know that there was no sense to the many different kinds of chemistry between the sexes, but Suzie was so pretty and sweet and sexy that it was hard to imagine a guy coldly dumping her. But I had heard Henri was a cold-blooded asshole who liked to play head trips on models. He came on to me when I first hit New York. But I had been warned about him by Joyce, and said no thanks.
"The last time I spent a night with him," she continued, "he didn't even want to fuck me. And I was so horny too."
"What a fool," I said, stroking her hair.
She stopped sobbing and looked right into my eyes.
"Do you really think so? Do you think he was a fool not to have wanted to fuck me?" she asked.
This was silly, but I could understand it. Suzie may have been stunningly gorgeous and sexy, but she was still young and insecure. She needed reassurance.
"A guy who didn't want to fuck you could only be some kind of a fool," I said as her eyes brightened. "If he were straight, that is."
"Really?" she said, perking up. "What if you were a guy. Would you want to make it with me?"
That was a peculiar question, but people will ask strange things when they're angling for reassuring words.
"Suzie, if I were a guy I'd fuck the shit out of you ... and then some," I said.
"Oh wow! That sounds so hot, the way you say it," she said, Something was starting to happen here, here on the sofa, as I still held Suzie in my arms.
"I heard that you ... uh ... like to make it with girls, that you were-you know-gay," Suzie stammered.
Boy, word sure spread fast, I said to myself. And word sure got distorted.
"No, I'm not gay, Suzie. That's not true," I corrected. "In fact, I'm basically straight. It's just that in the last year I've gotten turned on to being intimate with girls too, the right girls."
"So I guess that makes you bi?" she asked.
"Yeah, I think that's fair to say," I replied. "What did you hear about me?"
"Oh, you know Greg, that photographer," she started. "I heard he was telling people about this real freaky session with you and these three other models who everyone knows are outrageous muff-divers."
"Yeah, I suppose that did get a little out of hand," I admitted.
"And I also heard that your roommate Tina went both ways, so I figured-" she said, breaking off and going on to apologize. "Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be such a gossip, and I shouldn't believe everything I hear."
"Oh, that's okay, Suzie," I said, comforting her. "You're just trying to figure everything out. It's confusing. Being in a place like this, New York, and being young. And originally from a farm in South Dakota."
"Yeah, you said it!" she affirmed. "It's all been making my head spin."
She lowered her eyes, then lifted them again and gazed right at me, a shy, yet probing gaze.
"Kristen? can I ask you something?" he said.
"Sure, ask me anything you want," I told her.
"Do you really like sex with girls? Do you like it as much as with guys?" she asked.
"It's different with girls, and I like both. But, yeah, I like it with girls. I like it a whole lot. I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it. It can be really good."
"Can it?" she asked in a whisper, her chest heaving now.
"Yes, it can," I whispered softly, stroking her hair.
There was a complex look on her face, of sadness mixed with vulnerability, and, at the same time, burning desire.
"Will you show me?" she asked, trembling now. I just looked at her, a long, drawn-out moment of silence between us. Then I reached over and turned off the lamp. There was enough light from the candles I had lit when we first came in. At least enough light for what was about to happen.
I held open my arms and she fell against me, pressing her body up to mine as we gazed into one another's eyes. We hugged and stroked each others' hair, relishing the warmth of each others' bodies as we pressed close.
"You're beautiful," I told her, looking into those soft, liquid eyes.
"So are you! So are you!" she cried out. And then we kissed. We kissed softly, tenderly, gazing at each other as we brought our lips together. Then our lips parted and I could feel her tongue pushing against mine, wet and hot. Suzie was so hungry, so needful. She needed intimacy, tenderness.
Our lips burned and our tongues swam as we kissed passionately, sighing and panting with suddenly unleashed desire.
"You kiss so nice," she said, "Nicer than any guy."
Guys often seem to underestimate the sensual importance of kissing, while girls always appreciate it.
"You too, Suzie," I said. "Your kiss made me feel all warm down there."
I took Suzie's hand in mine and brought it up underneath my skirt and between my legs, letting her hand rest right on the crotch of my panties.
She took a deep breath, looking at me longingly.
"You do," she said. "You do feel warm down there."
As she rested her hand on my mound I reached over to unbutton her shirt, opening it.
"I hardly have anything up here," she giggled nervously as I exposed her rather flattish breasts. But each modest breast was topped by a sharply etched, protruding nipple.
"They stick up and get hard when I get turned on," she said, as she noticed me eyeing those nipples.
"I guess you must be getting turned on then," I purred.
I brushed a finger across each stiffened nipple as she closed her eyes and sighed softly.
Then she opened her eyes.
"Teach me, show me the way. I want to know. I want to make love to you, I want you to make love to me. I've been thinking about it all night, while we were dancing," she swooned.
Since we went clubbing together that night, we wound up dancing exclusively with each other.
Taking a deep breath, I could feel her tentatively probe with a finger under the elastic of my panties.
"Go on, touch me there," I whispered. "I want to have you touch me down there."
"I never touched a girl like ... like that," she stammered as she ran an awkward finger along my vulva.
Meanwhile I reached down and pulled my sweater off, suddenly revealing my naked torso to Suzie's gaze. Her eyes zeroed in on my breasts like they were the most beautiful things she had ever seen in her life.
She raised her free hand and ran it all over my breasts, breasts so much fuller than her own.
"I wish I had ones like these," she said, smiling.
She was wearing jeans and now I reached down to unbuckle her belt and pull down her zipper. When I saw the little curls peeking out I knew she wasn't wearing any panties.
"Here, let me help you off with those," I said, pulling down her jeans as she continued to feel me with her eager hands.
Naked below her waist now, I helped Suzie off with her shirt. Then I gently pushed her hand away and took off my own skirt and the panties underneath.
Suddenly there we both were, naked, on the sofa.
"I can't believe I'm really doing this," she sighed.
"You tell me if you want to stop," I said reassuringly, knowing full well that this was a real challenge to her.
Again, she slid her hand between my legs and with her other hand gently squeezed one of my breasts.
"Here, would you like to suck it?" I asked, lifting a breast up to her face.
Like a kid who had suddenly been offered an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, Suzie eagerly took my nipple in her mouth and began to suck on it with a certain awkward relish.
"Go ahead, suck on it," I told her. "Suck on it and make it feel good."
She parted her lips further, holding my nipple and some of the adjacent breast between those lips, while she ran her tongue excitedly over the sensitive protrusion.
Meanwhile I had my hand between her legs again, feeling her there. She was all warm and moist and creamy. Fairly new to all this myself, I was very sensitive about how to touch another girl down there and how I liked to have one touch me. First Joyce, then my sister Heather, next my roommate Tina, those real wild models at the photo shoot, and Jane, that kinky wife on Fifth Avenue. And now this young eager model who I was "breaking in." I was really beginning to revel in the world of female-to-female pleasures.
"That feels so good," I told her as she ravenously sucked first one nipple, then the other.
"Does it? Really?" she said, looking up with unabashed enthusiasm.
It did, but now I pushed her face away from my breasts and her hand from between my legs. Pulling back a little, I gazed at her lean, supple figure as she gazed at mine. There was a look of absolutely smoldering desire in her eyes.
"Let's go into my bedroom," I said, taking her hand and leading her there.
I tore off the bedspread and sheets and we tumbled onto the bed, both now panting with delirious passion. Again, our hands began drifting all over each other's bodies, and down into that warm, humid space between our legs.
Suzie might have been new to love-making with another girl, but she sure knew what she was doing down there, as she ran a fingertip expertly over the swollen surface of my clit, applying just the right pressure.
"Oh yeah, that feels so good," I said, thrusting my bottom up against her probing fingers. "I'll bet you've had plenty of practice on yourself."
She laughed cheerfully when I said this to her.
"Why? Do you masturbate a lot?" I asked, curious.
"All the time," she said cheerfully. "I'm always horny."
"Me too," I confessed. "I think we were destined to wind up in bed together tonight, then."
Now I lowered my face to suck on her surprisingly large and, as it turned out, exceptionally responsive nipples.
"Yes! yes!" she purred excitedly, pressing my face against her little breasts. Then my tongue drifted down further, over the taut skin of her belly and down over the wispy curls covering her mound. She was panting so loudly that if anyone else were at home they could easily have heard her. Now I spread her thighs and brought my face between them. I made sure to leave on a night lamp so I could gaze at her, and especially gaze at that sweet spot of hers, which I did now. She had a very little pussy, with such delicately formed lips. It was lovely. And I told her so.
"Your pussy is so pretty,"
"Why thank you. It's-it's yours now, you know," she hissed softly, spreading her legs even further and gently resting a hand against the back of my head, pressing me against the aroused heart of her femininity.
It was hard to stop gazing at her down there, at that beautiful, aroused flower, nesting in a bed of soft curls. But now it was time to taste that flower and I began to kiss her there, to plant soft little kisses right on her burning vulva, as she writhed and bucked her body upwards, begging for firmer contact between her pussy and my tongue.
And I did not disappoint as I now began to lick her in earnest, running my tongue up and down between her labia and then up into her vagina, before concentrating on that little bud of pleasure, her clitoris.
"Oh ... Oh...." she sighed, "that feels so wonderful."
She thrashed her hips around wildly, flailed her head from side to side, but I kept my lips and tongue right on the target.
By now she was really wet down there, and not just from my saliva. I brought a pinky up there and slid it up her cunt, making it wet. Then I brought it further down, between her cheeks, feeling for the crinkly, raised ridges of her other little hole. I rubbed that little hole while I devoured her, wondering how she'd react to my playing with her anus. She bucked her pelvis up even more wildly against my caresses. And so I slid the pinky inside her, inside her asshole, as I licked her.
"Oh good, I like that!" she squealed, confirming her appreciation of this added caress. I've really come to like having my bottom played with like this, and I learned that most girls love it too. The smooth muscle of her anal passage pressed tightly against my pinky until, suddenly, I began to feel it throb. And her panting got deeper, more uneven, wilder, until suddenly she just exploded in the most blistering, most volcanic orgasm I think a girl could ever experience. It was like an earthquake was shaking my bed; I had never seen anything quite like it, the bed rocking with her spasms as her whole being was focused on the waves of intense pleasure now flooding her lower body.
"That was the best, the best, the best!" she repeated over and over again as I pulled away from between her legs and came up to hug and kiss her. There was a look of the deepest, most radiant satisfaction in her eyes as I brought my lips to hers and we kissed tenderly, my lips sweetly sticky from just having delved into her creamy cunt.
"I think I may have just become a dyke," she said with a laugh.
"Let's not be too hasty," I told her. "How about settling for just bisexual?"
"You have to promise to do this to me again," I Suzie insisted, looking a bit worried, as though fearful that this might be just a single liaison with me.
"Of course," I said, soothing her. "How can I resist your charms?"
"Oh good!" she said, sheer delight in her eyes. Then she lowered her eyes and ran her gaze up and down my body again.
"Now I ... I want to do you!" she said excitedly. "Well, I sure as hell hope so," I told her.
She brought her lips down from mine and kissed my breasts and sucked the nipples. Then, following my lead, her mouth traveled downward over my stomach and down to my bush. I had let the hair grow back down there, figuring I'd trim it if I needed to for a bikini or underwear ad.
"It's like a jungle down here," she said from down below. "A hot, humid jungle."
I spread my thighs wide apart and welcomed her into the jungle.
She looked up at me for a moment.
"I can't believe I'm about to do this," she said excitedly.
Having another girl go down on her, like I just had, had been a first for Suzie. But, after all, the experience of being licked down there was certainly not new to her. This, on the other hand, was new. To bring her mouth down to another girl's pussy, that was really something novel for Suzie.
She took a deep breath-and then plunged right in.
At first she was a little awkward. But very quickly she learned, she came to know me, to know the unique, individual contours of my own pleasure. Licking me just the right way with just the right pressure. I've talked to guys in the fashion business, bisexual guys, who've told me that no one can suck a guy's cock the way another guy can. And it's the same with girls, I suppose. No one can lick a girl's pussy like another girl. Even when it's her first time doing it.
I was so excited I could've cum any second. But I wanted Suzie to really savor me. This was her first time and I wished my pussy to serve as a nice, leisurely meal for her.
I closed my eyes and relished the sensations, and listened to the eager slurping as she feasted away excitedly. She even followed my cue and slid a finger in my ass.
"You really are good at it," I told her truthfully. "You're going to get me off any second now."
And that was no idle observation as, literally seconds later, my whole body lifted off the bed and heaved as a sharp quiver of pleasure catapulted me to what I can only call paradise!
We spent the whole night together, me and Suzie, never falling asleep. I can't count the number of times I brought my tongue between her legs, and she between mine. By the morning we were two utterly satiated hedonists who had literally gorged ourselves on that sweetest of delicacies. And still, it seemed, we couldn't get enough. For after a breakfast of muffins and coffee to revive our energy, we returned to my bed to have more of our favorite morsel-pussy tartar!
CHAPTER EIGHT
I got a job doing a photo spread for a jeans company. When it was explained to me just what the shoot would entail I took a deep breath and smiled to myself; it sounded very challenging, to say the least! For this shoot I'd be wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top. And pressing in against me would be four naked guys. The idea is that these designer jeans make a girl so sexy that guys rip off their clothes and compete to get close to her.
I was asked if that bothered me, posing like that. I said that, quite the contrary, it sounded very appealing. The idea reminded me of another ad I had seen which was pretty famous and also used a female model surrounded by naked dudes.
About half the guys who model are gay so I figured that four naked guys didn't mean four straight naked guys. Not that it mattered. I wasn't about to fuck them; I'd just be posing with them.
I got to the studio before the guys arrived and the stylist did me up and fitted me with jeans and a tanktop.
Then the doorbell rang and the four models came in. I immediately recognized two of them; I had seen them in a lot of ads. Needless to say they were four of the most stunningly handsome dudes you could imagine. But that's pretty much par for the course in the modeling world.
The guys went back with the stylist and when they returned to the main studio a few minutes later they were completely nude. Though I had been well-prepared for this, I couldn't help but be a little startled by the sight of four beautiful and very naked guys suddenly appearing in front of me. Their bodies had been oiled to give off a soft sheen under the lights. I mean, they looked like four incredible Adonises, with their glistening, gym-honed bodies and gorgeous faces.
"This is Kristen," the photographer, a woman named Darlene, said to the guys. "And this here is Brad."
"Yeah, I've met Brad," I said. "Hi Brad, hi, guys."
"And this is Joe."
Joe and I exchanged hellos as I discreetly eyeballed him, head to foot. He was what you'd call tall, dark and very handsome, and he had a very meaty looking cock. Of course the second the guys came into the room I couldn't help dropping my gaze below their waists to check out their equipment.
"This is Randy,"
"Hi, Randy," I said.
I had heard about Randy. He was new to modeling, even newer than I was. He was a blond California beach boy, with a surfer's build and the dreamiest hazel eyes. Randy had already appeared in lots of ads, and the buzz was that he was headed to become a top model.
"And this is Kevin,"
"Hey, Kevin," I said, waving.
"Wha's happening," he said. Kevin was a light skinned black guy with a lean, well-muscled dancer's body.
"I went to a nude beach one time," I said. "But I can sure tell you I've never been in a room with four buffed, naked guys like this."
They giggled just a touch nervously. I'm sure it felt a little awkward for the four of them to be completely unclothed and for me to be dressed like I was.
The session went well as Darlene, the photographer who was known for her risque and often very sexy photo spreads, took roll after roll of me cavorting around in my designer jeans and tank top with the guys. The set was a gym with all sorts of exercise equipment. So it would be me and my jeans, the guys, and all the high-tech equipment squeezing together in a variety of poses.
At one point Darlene had the guys really crowding in on me, squeezing themselves against my body. Suddenly I felt something stiff pressing against my hip and immediately knew what it was. I was about to say something when Darlene beat me to it.
"Well, what have we there, Randy?" Darlene said teasingly as Randy pulled away, and all of us could easily see just what Randy's problem was-Randy had an erection, his dick was hard and swelling up fast.
"Oh, shit," Randy said, turning a deep shade of pink as he looked down at his big, hard cock and ran out of there.
"I guess I should be flattered," I said nonchalantly as everyone laughed.
"Shit, he's only nineteen," Darlene said. "That probably has something to do with it. And he probably hasn't worked much with female models, and probably never naked, like this. It was just a little too much stimulation for the poor boy."
"Hey Trudy," Darlene shouted at her assistant. "Get Randy some ice water; the kid needs something to cool himself off."
More laughter, but there was something else in the air too. Male models weren't supposed to get erections posing with female models, or other male ones for that matter! But sometimes it couldn't be helped. And now was one of those times. There was no doubt that this was a very, very sexy shoot, and sometimes fantasy has a way of spilling over into reality.
A minute later Randy came back, grinning and composed, his cock now more presentable. We resumed our shoot, although now there was a kind of sexy buzz in the air, knowing that when you have a sleek young female like me cavorting around with four young, gorgeous and very naked males, something was bound to get stirred up. Even in the very professional setting of a fashion shoot.
When the shoot was over I was about to go into a small changing room, while the guys headed for a much larger room they had used to change and get ready.
"Hey, Kristen! Come join us. We've got some cold brews on ice in here," Joe said.
I had just spent the last couple of hours modeling with these guys. The least I could do was have a cold brew with them, I figured.
When we got into the room, Brad seemed a little uncomfortable, quickly throwing on his jeans and a T-shirt and saying he had to rush off to an acting class.
"Acting class, my butt," Joe said. "Brad's off chasing this new hunk he met in the gym last week, I heard about it."
"Oh? Brad's gay?" I said, pretending ignorance. "Yeah," Kevin said.
"And you three guys? You're all straight?" I probed.
They looked back and forth at each other. "That's right," Kevin answered for the three of them.
"Well I guess you won't mind, then, if I make myself a little more comfortable," I said. "I feel like getting out of these jeans. Seeing you guys stripped down to your skin under those hot lights made me envious. And I feel kind of weird now being in my jeans while you dudes look so comfy in your birthday suits."
I pretended I just wanted to be "one of the boys." After all, if I was going to share a beer with three naked guys, I couldn't be the only one wearing clothes, right? So I tore off my jeans and tank top. Now there were four naked people in the dressing room-three males, one female.
But of course I didn't just strip down for the sake of equality. These dudes had been showing off their stuff for me; now I wanted to show off a little of my stuff for them. If Randy got a hard-on while I was still dressed, what might happen now that I was nude?
It didn't take very long to find out.
I dropped down to sit on a cot, flexing my legs and spreading them a little. After all the guys had been showing off their dicks for hours; what was wrong with me giving them a glimpse of my pussy?
Right away I caught all three of them peeking between those open legs of mine, staring at my snatch as I flashed it for them.
"Here, guys, have a good look," I said, spreading wide.
My libido suddenly felt supercharged as a layer of sexual energy filled the air. All three cocks were swelling up and getting big, Randy's fastest of all. Soon his was standing up straight and he instinctively wrapped a hand around it. Now the other guys were holding on to themselves too. Seeing the effect I was already having on the dudes, I reached between my legs with both hands and held myself open, showing off my pink.
"You've been showing off your stuff, now let me show off mine," I said, flashing it boldly.
"Oh yeah ... nice!" Joe hissed, stroking himself furiously now.
"Show it off, gal," Kevin urged, handling his gorgeous, coffee-colored cock.
Only Randy said nothing. He just stood there, wide-eyed, beating his meat like a maniac.
"Come and say hello, fellas," I said, wagging them towards me with a finger.
They bunched around now, Kevin and Joe sitting on either side of me, Randy kneeling by the cot.
"Let me," I said, reaching over to pull Kevin and Joe's hands away from themselves and replacing them with my own. I had a cock in each hand now and was staring at the third, Randy's, which he was still fisting like crazy.
All three guys were hung very nicely, not huge, but nice and hard and meaty.
I eyeballed Kevin now, who looked like a young Harry Belafonte. I had never been intimate with a black man, and now I was holding a black cock in my hand. Or, to be more accurate, I should say that it was the color of a cafe latte, for Kevin was no darker than an average white guy with a good summer tan.
I leaned over to kiss Kevin as he slid his hand up my thigh to feel my pussy. Joe, meanwhile, was manhandling my tits with a raw enthusiasm which I now relished. Sometimes a girl likes to be handled a little roughly, especially when she finds herself partying with three fine looking, nude and very horny guys!
"Uh huh, squeeze those tits!" I said, turning to Joe now and kissing him passionately, my lips parting as I slid my slippery tongue into his mouth.
Randy, meanwhile, was leaning his face closer and closer to my pussy, as he knelt between my legs.
I wagged a finger at him.
"You were the first to get a hard-on, Randy, so you should be the first to have a taste," I said offering myself for his oral enjoyment. He immediately buried his face between my thighs and started lapping away at my pussy.
"That's it, lick it!" I hissed, really getting fired up in a hurry. Joe and Kevin slid their hot tongues in my ears and played with my nipples as I stroked their shafts.
"You guys are getting me hot!" I said, tugging at the two cocks, shoving my cunt up against Randy's probing tongue.
I turned to Kevin, bending my body and lowering my face to his cock, never letting up on my fisting of Joe's. I kissed and licked Kevin's tan rod before opening my mouth wide and taking his substantial girth between my lips.
"Aw shit, suck it!" he growled as I chewed on his hard boner, taking inch after inch in my mouth. Then I pulled away from Kevin and, turning to Joe, leaned down towards his lovely tool, and gave that stud some hot, sloppy head.
"She's good, ain't she?' Kevin said to his buddy.
"Real fine!" Joe said, as he and Kevin slapped hands above my bobbing head.
"How about you, Randy?" I said to him as he wolfed away at me. He was really gobbling me up as he whacked away furiously at his own dick. So now I told him to trade places with Joe, who, replacing Randy, knelt between my open legs and dug right in.
I approached Randy's cock but, hesitating a moment, I looked him in the eye.
"Is this cock all nice and hard because of me, Randy?" I teased, loving the fact that with young Randy I was actually the "older" woman.
"Uh huh, you know that," he said shyly, as I flickered the smooth skin of his cock with my tongue.
"Tell me what you want," I said, sensing his shyness.
"I want you to uh-" he stammered, blushing again.
"You want me to take it in my mouth? You want me to suck it?" I said, mouthing the words lewdly.
"Yes, that's what I want," he said, quickly losing some of that shyness. "Suck it, suck my cock."
"Well, since you put it that way, Randy-" I lowered my face and engulfed him with my mouth.
Joe, meanwhile, was really digging in down below.
Oh man, sometimes I forget just how much I love sucking cock! Lately I'd been eating more pussy. And I've eaten some really lame cocks in my life, but these three constituted what you could only call prime male beef. They were hard, they were big, and they sure tasted good. And I knew my pussy was nice and sweet for them, even after hours of a hard, sweaty photo shoot under increasingly hot lights. I have one of those pussies that always smells real nice, and I'm one of those girls who can go days without a bath or shower and still smell like a flower garden down there. Some girls say they have trouble with odor even right after they've showered.
Now I pulled my lips from Randy's rod and turned to Kevin.
"How about you take a taste of me now?" I said to him, sensing that he'd really have the moves down in the cunnilingus department.
So now Joe came back up to the cot, where I immediately went at him with my mouth again, twisting his shaft in my hand as I ran my tongue all over his knob.
I was right. Kevin was going down on me now, and he was giving me some first-rate head. And then he did something a little different. He lifted my legs and pressed back on my thighs. This exposed my bottom to him, and suddenly I felt his warm, viperish tongue digging into my crack and finding my anus.
"Your buddy down there is licking my asshole," I boldly told Joe and Randy as I worked their shafts in my two hands.
Joe smirked when he heard that, I'm sure saying to himself that if Kevin was going to get a taste of that morsel, so was he. Randy, still a little stunned by all this, nodded and grinned.
Joe pulled his cock from my mouth and joined Kevin down on his knees in front of my open legs. Now the two of them dug in together, one lapping away at my pussy while the other held me open so he could tongue my ass.
With two hot studs on their knees in front of me, competing to lavish me down below with their oral caresses, I concentrated on what I had on hand, which was Randy's cock, the cock that started it all when it went embarrassingly erect in the middle of a photo shoot. I'm sure that's initially what gave everyone ideas.
I really went to work on that cock now, trying to do something I've heard about for years but never accomplished. So I did my best to relax my jaw and my throat muscles and then slowly took more and more of Randy's stiff one in my mouth and down my throat. Finally, I triumphed, engulfing every last inch with my mouth, his balls and crinkly pubic hair brushing against my lips as the whole shaft, out of sight now, was lodged down my throat.
"Oh shit, check it out!" Kevin said to Joe, obviously having taken a peek to see what was going on above.
Well, now that I had managed it with Randy, who was the most endowed of the three, I knew I'd have no problem with Joe and Kevin. So, once again, I had them come up to my face and, in turn, deep-throated both cocks. This way Randy got his opportunity to get back on his knees, and this time he got to taste that very sensitive little puckered flower I keep hidden between my buns.
Having had so much oral attention just paid to my own butthole, I suddenly developed an appetite for that puckered morsel myself. So I pushed the three guys away from me and got up off the couch.
"Okay guys, stand up," I told them.
They stood, wondering what I had in mind, their three cocks standing out stiff and straight like flagpoles.
"Next to each other," I told them as they lined up. "Okay, now turn around," I continued. They turned around.
"All right, all three of you bend over and reach back and spread 'em," I ordered.
Now I was staring at three perfectly smooth-muscled male bottoms, the buttocks held open to reveal their little prizes. Most male models are smooth skinned, either naturally so, or because they shave their bodies.
I dropped to my knees behind them, first behind Joe.
And then I just dug in with my tongue, making a little snack of Joe's asshole. He moaned when he felt my wet tongue on his sphincter and ground his butt back against my mouth, obviously loving the attention.
After I had my fill of Joe's, I moved over to Randy's and slurped away at his asshole, relishing the sticky sweatiness of his crack.
"Yum, yum," I said after having a nice taste of him down there, and then moved on to Kevin.
First I just knelt there a moment, taking in the view of Kevin's tan and absolutely gorgeous buns as he held himself wide open for me. Kevin started this focus on ass play; he was the one who first decided to burrow his tongue in my crack and find what was hidden in there. Kevin obviously enjoyed butt play, so I took my time with Kevin, first kissing and licking the smooth skin of his buttocks. Then I softly dragged my tongue up and down the crack, avoiding his hole, just teasing it with little flickers.
"Come over here, guys, on either side of me," I told Joe and Randy, taking their cocks in my hands as I now really dug in to give Kevin a thorough anal tongue bath, slurping away loudly, acting real hot and lewd. What a freak scene. One guy in front of me, bending over and getting his asshole licked, while two other guys stood by my side, watching as they got their shafts thoroughly massaged.
I only wished I had a free hand for my pussy, because that pussy was feeling awfully hot and needy now.
Finally I pulled away from Kevin's behind and dropped back down on the cot, laying back and spreading my legs wide apart.
"Anybody care to visit?" I asked, showing off my pussy.
Kevin didn't wait even a moment as he slid his slender body between my raised and open legs.
"Oh yesssss!" I cried as suddenly, without warning, I felt Kevin's steely cock plunging into my cunt. A few minutes ago Kevin was the first black dude I had ever kissed, then the first whose cock I had ever sucked, now the first who got to bury his black (actually, very pale brown) cock up my pussy.
The other two guys knew exactly what to do, standing on either side of the cot, pushing their cocks into my face.
I took turns going back and forth between Joe's cock, and Randy's, sucking both as Kevin fucked me with hard, steady strokes. Prior to then I had never been with more than one guy at a time. And now here I was getting fucked by one dude, while two others were competing to feed me their dicks!
"Oh shit! So much fuckin' cock!" I howled, overcome by uncontrollable carnal lust.
"We hope there's enough for you, babe," Joe said smugly.
"Yeah, you look like a chick that has no problem handling three dicks at a time," Kevin added as he pumped it into me.
Randy didn't say anything. He just turned my face towards him, and fed himself to me, fucking my mouth with his cock. After he saw what I could do with my mouth and throat, he probably figured he could really feed it to me ... and then some.
But a couple of moments later it was hard to concentrate on anything but the raging storm Kevin was kicking up deep within me with that hard pounding of his.
"Oh God, you're gonna get me off," I said, looking right up into Kevin's eyes as he slammed it into me.
"Well, I sure hope so," he said, a cocky smile on his face.
And then I just let myself go, still holding on tightly to Joe and Randy's cocks, as a shattering climax raced through every nerve ending in my body.
"Oh shit!" I gasped when it was over. "That was really something else, guys."
I always enjoy my orgasms, but to have one when a guy is fucking you while his two buddies are feeding you their hard cocks and watching you get off, was really a trip.
Kevin slowly pulled out of me, his cock slick and shiny from having been buried deep in my very wet cunt.
Normally I'd take a little break after getting fucked and climaxing, but now I had two more guys who were just dying to come inside and visit. And I was dying to have them in me!
"How should we do it now?" I asked, and then answered my own question. "How about from behind?"
I scampered up on my knees, turning around and sticking out my bottom. Joe got up on the cot and knelt behind me. And before I knew it, he had taken hold of my hips and slammed his dick up my already well-exercised cunt.
Now Randy and Kevin stood on either side of me, waving their cocks in my face. In this position I could lift my head to just the right level-cock-level!
I've always loved it like this, from behind, doggy style. I've done it like that plenty of times. But never did I happen to have, in addition, two rugged studs standing by, eager to feed me their cocks!
I was so damned charged up now, focused both on the hard battering I was getting courtesy of Joe, behind me, and on the two tasty cocks in front of my face. I held a shaft in each hand and brought the knobs together, actually pressing them against each other. I looked to see if the guys minded that. Hardly. Their eyes were closed and they were in heaven. I had them step closer to each other so I could take the two shafts and press the shafts together too, one pink and one tan, now wrapping both my hands around the double dose of cock. Then I licked their knobs, swirling my tongue over both at once. This was so hot, squeezing two hard cocks together like this and dragging my tongue all over the twin scepters.
Then I opened my mouth as wide as possible and wrapped my lips around both knobs. I have rather full, wide lips and have always been able to open my mouth very wide. This now proved an advantage as I sucked both dicks at once. My mouth and throat were so stuffed with male meat that finally I had to pull away to take a breather.
Randy and Kevin laughed lustily as I took some deep breaths, all the while stroking their cocks. They brought their arms up and "high-fived" in appreciation of the double blow-job I had given them.
"Like the way I suck 'em, dudes?" I said, feeling proud of myself.
"Shit, you can suck mine anytime you want," Kevin said, grinning lasciviously.
"Mine too!" Randy added, his voice crackling with youthful enthusiasm.
"What I want to do with this," I said, twisting Randy's cock in my hand. "Is to have it in my cunt!"
Randy had a particularly beautiful and hard cock. He could be a cock model the way some people are foot or hand models.
So now I had Joe pull out of me and told Randy to lie down on the cot. Then I mounted him, impaling my cunt on his thick, rigid penis.
I loved it like this, riding a guy, on top of him. Now I had Kevin and Joe step up to my face. Joe's cock was all creamy from my pussy and I greedily licked my own juices off it.
As I went back and forth licking and chewing those rigid meat sticks, I felt Kevin's hand gliding over my ass, digging his fingers into my crack. Then he brought a finger up to his mouth to wet it before working it into my crack again, finding my asshole, and sliding that finger straight up my butt. Shit! It felt so good with Joe's cock plowing my cunt, right next to it. I figured Kevin could probably feel Joe's cock through the thin muscle which separates a girl's cunt from her rectum.
"I see you like to stick your fingers in hot, nasty places," I said, looking up at Kevin with lust-crazed eyes. It was Kevin who had decided to tongue my ass after eating my pussy. That told me Kevin was into rear play, play which had recently become one of my favorite kinds.
"Maybe you'd like to stick something else up there now?" I purred seductively, tugging at Kevin's tan pole.
He grinned broadly; he knew just what I had in mind.
Everyone who's watched porn films has seen what they call "DP" (double penetration), where a girl is fucked by two guys at once, one in her cunt, one in her ass. Whenever I see that on a tape it makes me so hot. It seems like the ultimate nasty thing for a girl to do-to have two cocks pumping into her at once. And if there happens to be a third dude in the room, as was the case right here, then she'd have something to fill her mouth as well.
The guys had oiled themselves for the shoot, so there was a big jar of baby oil sitting on the table.
"Why don't you grab some of that?" I said to Kevin, pointing to the oil. "And get me ready."
"Get your ass ready?" he hissed lustily, grabbing the jar.
"Yeah, get my ass ready," I mimicked. "Get it good and greased, and then I think you know what to do."
"Oh I do, baby, I do," he said smugly.
"I sure as hell hope you do," I said, matching his cockiness.
He squeezed the oil onto my crack and then began rubbing it all over my asshole, quickly sliding a finger inside, then a second. I was so hot by this point that I knew I was ready.
Then Kevin disappeared out of sight behind me.
The next thing I felt was him rubbing his smooth skinned knob all over my lubed and highly aroused asshole. At the same time, Randy was really slamming it up, hard and deep, into my cunt.
"Uh-huh, fuck my ass!" I sighed, panting breathlessly as I realized that I was about to be the spread in my very first sex sandwich!
And then I felt it, Kevin's insistent hardness forcing its way deep into my rectum.
"Oh my God!" I howled as I trembled with excitement, taking in this thrilling new pleasure.
Quickly Kevin and Randy got into a nice, funky rhythm--downstroke, upstroke, cunt, ass! I wondered what it felt like for them to have their cocks grinding against each other like this. From the way guys seem to enjoy doing this sort of thing, I bet it felt just great.
I know it felt amazing to me!
And now, if that wasn't enough, Joe grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my face towards his cock, fucking my mouth.
I was in heaven. A hard cock in my cunt, another in my ass, sucking on a third. What more could a young slut possibly ask for!
Now Joe pulled his cock out of my mouth and lifted up my head so he could look at me.
"Feel good like that? One up each hole?" he asked, a lustful smirk on his handsome face.
"What do you think? Feels great!" I hissed. "Maybe you should stick yours up there now."
I tugged at his cock, urging him to action.
"Yeah, dude, check it out. This is one tight babe. Come and dig it," Kevin said.
Now Kevin slowly withdrew from my bottom, happy to have his buddy take a turn busting open my butt.
Joe gave me a moment so my asshole could feel the cool air, then he was behind me, forcing his cock up my ass. His felt just as good and just as hard as Kevin's had.
Kevin now waved his big cock in my face. I gazed at it. It was all oiled from having plugged up my well lubed ass. I took it in my hand. It was warm, warm from nesting in my tight, cozy rectum, its home for the past ten minutes or so.
Sometimes sheer, reckless passion can make a girl feel really depraved, eager to do things she'd normally never do. That's how I felt now, staring at Kevin's oiled cock. All I knew was how badly I wanted to suck it now. I wanted to suck Kevin off, I wanted to suck off the cock that moments earlier had been buried in the hot depths of my bottom!
So I took hold of that cock and wrapped my lips around it again, running my tongue along the sensitive underside. Moments later I could feel it throb in my hand as Kevin let out a low, satisfied moan. And then I felt it. It was as though a faucet had been turned on in my mouth, a cum faucet! As his cock continued to throb and pulsate, Kevin shot spurt after spurt of thick, warm sperm into my waiting, hungry mouth. It was a huge load. I never imagined a guy could have that much in him.
I gulped, swallowing that rich protein brew, straight from its source.
"Mmmm ... tasty!" I whispered.
Now all I had to concentrate on were the two cocks inside me. And concentrate I did. I looked down at Randy. His eyes were tightly closed as he plowed my pussy. He looked deliriously happy!
I closed my eyes and just took in the raw, searing pleasure! I felt so filled now, filled with cock! I pictured those two cocks inside me, in the snug tightness of my vagina and my rectum. That image, along with the pure sensation, sent a bolt through my body, a wild, lightning bolt that shook me to the very core of my being!
"Ahhh! I howled as tidal waves of pure, sheer sensation swept over me. Randy opened his eyes and looked up, marveling at the savage intensity of my climax.
And at that very moment I heard Joe growl as he squeezed my hips and plunged it up my ass to the hilt. I could feel it quivering deep inside me as he bathed my innards with his warm semen.
Joe pulled out of me then, and I reached back to feel myself. My asshole felt deliciously used. It seemed that sodomy and I got on real well.
Now I looked down at Randy.
"Two down and one to go," I said, fucking him with a hot corkscrewing motion that I knew would get him off, and me too.
Joe and Kevin, spent now, fell back lazily and watched the finale!
I took over and fucked the shit out of Randy. I knew he was holding back, keen to stretch it out, and I admired his control. Young guys often aren't very good at that kind of control. And I was glad of it. I had all the time in the world, and I felt like I could fuck forever.
Then I stopped moving altogether.
"Now you take over, Randy," I told him. "Fuck me. Do it hard, do it rough. Fuck the shit out of me, Randy."
That was all he needed to hear, as he began to slam it up into me viciously. I was like a rodeo rider now, riding a wild bronco. He fucked me like a madman until, all of a sudden, his body went rigid, and then limp, as he swooned and moaned, spraying his load deep inside my burning cunt.
We stretched out and polished off another round of cold brews, then took turns taking showers. After all that nasty, sweaty sex play we sure needed them! The guys had oiled their bodies nearly head to foot for the shoot, and had been covered with it for hours, so I let them shower before me. First Kevin showered, then Joe. Randy was last and he sure seemed to be taking his sweet time.
I didn't feel like waiting any longer and so I thought I'd hop into the shower along with Randy. He was just rinsing himself off as I stepped in.
Of the three, Randy had somehow ended up being my favorite. Maybe it was because I had given him that erection, which he couldn't suppress. Maybe it was because he was young and shy. Now and then an experienced girl likes to show a young, horny guy what nasty can mean!
"You were terrific," I said as I soaped myself up. I thought about how I had eagerly taken the full length of his cock down my throat, and how powerfully he drove it up into me as I got on top and straddled him.
"Thanks, so were you," he said, lowering his eyes shyly, a sweet smile on his face.
There was soap lather all over me, so I took Randy's hands in mine and suggested he might help soap me up. He took up my suggestion, eagerly spreading the soap all over me as hot water rained down on us.
He soaped my breasts, making my nipples stiff again. He soaped me all over with his sensitive hands, including between my legs. Then I turned around and bent over a little and he soaped and washed between my buns.
"Can you feel how your buddies opened me up down there?" I asked him as he soaped my crack. He sure could, as he slid a soapy finger up my dilated hole.
It excited me so much that his two pals had both fucked me up the ass and now Randy was checking out the results of their handiwork, his finger probing my well-exercised chute.
I reached back, groping for his cock, and saw that it was swelling up again, already half erect.
"What a horny boy you are," I teased. "Every time I turn around you're getting a hard-on."
"And you're giving them to me," he said as I pressed my wet, soapy buns against his rigid flesh.
"Mmmmm," I said, sliding slick, soapy fingers up and down the length of shaft, now as erect as it had been earlier. "We don't want to waste this, do we?"
I dropped to my knees on the tile floor, water pouring on me. Now I took him in my mouth again and eagerly sucked his squeaky clean cock. I thought about how good that cock had made my cunt feel. But I also knew that while Kevin and Joe had fucked my ass, Randy never got a chance to do that.
Now I was going to give him that chance.
But first I thought about his bottom.
"There's something else I want to taste again," I said to him, "turn around."
There I was, kneeling on the wet, tile floor as Randy's hot young male bottom appeared before my eyes. Before I had asked him and the other guys to hold themselves open for me. But now I spread his buns apart myself and stared hungrily at his hole. It glistened as the water from the shower poured over it.
I licked it, and this time I felt even more ravenous than before. Though everyone had climaxed, and me twice, I still felt charged up from our amazingly torrid four-way orgy. And Randy, obviously, was charged up as well.
I reached around to hold his stiffness in my hand as I lapped away at his bunghole. But now I didn't just lick him. I folded my tongue so it was a sort of a slippery dagger and forced that tongue up into his tight rear passage. Feeling the pressure of his anal muscles against my probing tongue just about drove me crazy as I knelt there, all wet and horny. I was fucking his ass with my tongue. It reminded me of screwing that wimpy husband, Dave, with a strap-on. Except now I was down my knees as Randy stood above me, ruggedly masculine, feeding me his asshole.
I greedily devoured it; then I stood up.
"Damn, stud. I could feast on you forever down there," I told him.
Now I picked up the soap again and brought it back between my buns, working up a thick, rich lather in my crack.
He knew what I had in mind as he fisted his boner while I soaped up my crack.
"Do it to me again, and you know where this time," I said, turning around and holding myself open, my crack all slick with soapy lather.
He wedged his cock into the slippery crack as I reached back and helped him position the tip right against my asshole.
I turned my head to look at him, my eyes, and his, smoldering with desire.
"It's just you and me now, just the two of us," I whispered as I pushed back, spearing my rectum on his tool. I had been fucked so much, and so hard back there that I was a little sore. But I was also all opened up, so he went in smooth as silk.
With the water running, and all the lather, the tile floor was very slippery. So I had to make sure to brace myself as I now reveled in Randy's vigorous thrusting into my poor, abused ass. I was turning into a real freak for anal sex, it seemed.
"I never fucked a babe up the butt," he confessed.
I had a feeling that was the case. And I was a little saddened when, before, Kevin and Joe got to do me there, but not Randy. That was now being remedied.
"I'm glad I was the one to bust your cherry then," I said, laughing with delight.
"It's so ... so ... wild," he said.
"Isn't it though? So wild, and so nasty!"
He fucked me nice and slow, working his whole length inside, until his balls were slapping against my buns.
"That feels good, slow like that," I told him.
And that's how he fucked by ass, slow and easy. And while he sodomized me so exquisitely, water rained down on us. It felt amazing! I brought a finger down to my bush. A few seconds of strumming and I was overwhelmed by a third orgasm, my knees so weak as I climaxed that I had to struggle to stand up.
But Randy was still slamming it inside me. Finally, I thought I'd had my limit and pulled away from him, dropping to my knees again.
I waited a few seconds until the water washed the foam off his cock, then I mouthed him again, twisting his shaft in my hand as I softly sucked on the knob. I worked a soapy finger behind his balls and worked it up his asshole while I sucked away. This was becoming a favorite trick of mine. And it sure had the desired effect as Randy lavishly spilled his spunk in my mouth. He almost tasted sweet and I gladly swallowed every last drop.
When we came out of the shower, Kevin and Joe teased us, knowing exactly why we had taken all that time.
As we got dressed I felt the need to say a prudent word to them about hoping they wouldn't spread an account of our outrageous scene to the whole modeling world. After all, I didn't want to come to be known as a top slut before I came to be known as a top model!
CHAPTER NINE
Joyce called early one morning and told me to shake myself awake; she said had great news for me.
"What? What is it?" I said, startled.
"You got it!" she squealed excitedly. "You're the one they selected. You're going to be the new Beautine Girl, can you believe that? Isn't it just wonderful?"
"Wait a minute, are you serious?" I asked, stunned.
"I'm absolutely serious," she said. "It's fabulous. A one-year contract. You'll be in all the mags, and on television too. This is unbelievable."
After absorbing all this in stunned silence, I suddenly let out a real loud whoop which got Tina up from bed.
"What's up?" she said, stunned and curious.
I hung up with Joyce, arranging to meet her in her office late that afternoon. She said we'd take a cab from there to Beautine headquarters where the couple who owned the company wished to meet me. I had met several of the Beautine executives, but never the owners.
Then I told Tina the news. She wrapped her arms around me excitedly, the two of us jumping up and down in glee.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing your puss just about everywhere now," Tina said. "Along with everyone else."
"Yeah, but they won't be seeing my puss-v," I said, softly, taking her hand and resting it down on my nightgown, over my crotch. "And you will."
"Well, I'm glad of that," she said, squeezing it.
Doug was spending the night with Tina, but he worked evenings and so he always slept late. And he slept like a log.
"Want to come into my bedroom now that you're up?" I asked her. "I'm all excited about this news, and that makes me excited in other ways too."
She looked back a little guiltily to her room, then followed me to my room as I knew she would.
"I'm sure Doug will know where to find you if he wakes up and doesn't see you next to him in bed," I said.
"I'm sure he will," Tina said seductively.
Back in my room we dropped to my bed and a few seconds later we were all over each other. We went at it all morning until a couple of hours later we looked up and there was Doug, standing in the doorway, wearing a bathrobe.
"What's up?" he asked.
"I hope you are," I said provocatively as Tina chuckled.
Hearing that great news about being selected as the Beautine girl sure had the effect of charging up my libido.
Tina explained to Doug what I had just found out, and told him we had decided to celebrate a little while he was still asleep, hoping he didn't mind. Now she suggested he might want to join the celebration.
A moment later he was in bed between us.
"Let's see what's up," I said, untying his robe.
"Oh yeah, that morning hard-on! I love it!" Tina said as we looked down at his big, swollen cock. I didn't spend too many whole nights with guys, so morning hard-ons were a novelty.
Suffice it to say that Tina and I made good use of that hard-on. It was after noon before we all got up.
I took a shower and dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a sexy top, wanting to look hot when Joyce introduced to this mysterious couple who owned the Beautine company. Unlike some other cosmetics companies, Beautine tries to convey a highly sexual image with its ads.
When I got to Joyce's office she was abuzz with excitement. After all, this was her triumph as well as mine. It was she who had found me working in a shoe store in that mall back in Minnesota.
"This is so great," she said, aglow with happiness for me, and for herself.
We giggled and hugged like two girls.
"We were supposed to go over there at three. But their office just called and rescheduled it for four thirty. So we have over an hour to kill. Want to go shopping or something?" Joyce asked.
"No, I think I'd rather stay right here," I said meaningfully, closing the door behind me.
Joyce took off her glasses; she immediately knew just what I had in mind.
It all began with Joyce. Not only this great opportunity, but my erotic awakening as well. I had only enjoyed that one liaison with Joyce, back in her Minneapolis hotel room. But now I felt like having my second, and I knew from that smoldering look in her eyes that Joyce's thoughts were the same as mine.
"Let's celebrate," I said, turning off the harsh overhead light, so only soft, natural light diffused from the window.
Joyce had a couch in her office which now was going to prove very convenient.
"I've wanted you, I've wanted you so much," she panted as we both tore off our clothes.
Joyce picked up the phone and told her secretary to hold all her calls.
And then we just went at it, like a pair of overexcited wildcats! The last time I made it with Joyce was my first time with a woman. Since then I had become considerably more seasoned in the ways of girl-girl lovemaking. There were the frequent and very torrid liaisons with my roommate Tina, and all my other experiences, all of which I now confessed to Joyce.
"See, you started it all," I told her as we idly fingered each others' pussies.
"Should I take the credit, or the blame?" she joked.
"Oh, the credit, definitely the credit," I said, sinking my face between her legs again as she closed her eyes in bliss.
We looked over at the clock and realized that time had flown.
"It sure goes fast when you're having fun," I said, as we quickly put on our clothes, realizing we'd have to rush to the Beautine building to make our appointment in time.
Luckily we got a cab right away.
"Technically, he owns the company," Joyce said, explaining the history of Beautine. "But it's his wife who really runs it, she's a killer businesswoman. He's just a rich guy who inherited a business from his dad, and he's sort of passive. But she's one tough cookie. You'll like them, though. They're really a very sophisticated couple."
When we got there everyone poured out of their offices to greet me, the new Beautine Girl. I was so thrilled as, one after another they congratulated me. I felt like a star, my fondest dreams being realized.
Finally a secretary led us into the executive suite.
And when the door opened, I almost fell to the floor. There in front of me were Jane and Dave, the kinky couple with the dachshunds who brought me up to their penthouse for a depraved three-way orgy.
"This is Dave and Jane Murphy," Joyce said to me, then turned to them. "And this is Kristen Lynd, your new Beautine Girl."
Of course we pretended like we'd never met before.
"I'll leave you all to get to know each other," Joyce said, tactfully departing their offices after making her introduction.
For a moment Jane and I just looked at one another. Then she smiled broadly, and I smiled as well.
"You could imagine my surprise back then, when not only did you tell me you were a model, but said you were up to be the new Beautine Girl. I didn't want to say anything at the time. But after our little scene together then, I just knew you should be the one."
She walked up to me and kissed me right on the lips.
"After all, you showed you were able to turn a man to putty, and that you could bring a woman to her knees! That's the kind of young woman we want to be our Beautine Girl. So our congratulations to you!"
Dave had discreetly reached into a drawer and pulled out the very same dildo I had used with them previously, or, at least, an identical twin of it.
I took it from him and, not even bothering to undress, strapped it on over my jeans.
Then I looked at them both and snapped my fingers.
"On your knees ... now!" I barked as they dropped down to the floor and knelt before me.
This is the kind of relationship every young woman should aspire to have with her employers!