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From: lordshon@aol.com (Lord Shon)
Subject: Bikini Brothel, (1/??) FF, FMF, silly
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My favorite erotica has a gripping story that mingles life into
sex. I hope to write those stories that teach something about the
human sexual experience. But alot of times I end up writing silly
stuff like this.
This story is inspired by how a late-night T & A movie can be more
erotic than your normal porn movie. In this story I try to merge the
playfull stupidity of Late night with the explicit sex of porn. And
most of all I tried to make my freinds smile.
This story is mine but feel free to archive, criticize, put
down, re-post, praise and ignore. If you do like it I just ask that
you mail me and say so or visit my website so I can see the counter
tell the tale of popularity. The site is http://members.aol.com/Lord
Shon/index.html
Bikini Brothel
Michelle was having another boring day at her parent's swimming
pool. Summer vacation had started for her college {California Peaks
University} and after 3 days of lying around and going to bars, she
was already looking forward to going back to school. At least at
school there were frat boys who would appreciate her 22 year old body.
At least at school she could count on having her 38D chest appreciated
and could count on at least two good sized cocks slamming into her.
Pure habit caused her to put on her make-up, her false eyelashes, her
ruby lipstick and to tease her bleached blonde hair out to curly back
length perfection. Michelle was a creature who thrived on male
attention and making female attention jealous. She comforted herself
with the knowledge that Heather was here and they could spend the
hours 69ing.
Michelle stretched out in her lycra pink bikini and looked over
at Heather. Heather had long natural blonde hair that trailed over
the lawnchair. Heather was breathing deeply in that certain way that
made her 36C chest rise and fall like a canoe on choppy waves.
Heather had worn her make-up as well and even had her 5-inch heels on.
Heather's only negative feature was her sharp nose which kept her from
appearing in the mainstream movies she always tried out for. Despite
her long legs that lead upwards to heaven, the best she could do was
star as T & A in low-budget late-night cable movies.
Heather looked over at Michelle watching her and she smiled.
Michelle was the best sorority sister an actress could ever have. Not
only did Michelle's parents never stay in town, but they always had a
beach house, corvette or pool that they weren't using. Heather
reflected on the cruel twist of fate that gave Michelle her masculine
jaw when the rest of her was simply scrumptious. Michelle will never
be able to live her dream as a a Rock-n-Roll star due to her one
tragic flaw. Heather considered it rude to think that just because
Michelle's singing abilities came from watching Tiffany videos, that
it had anything to do with her musical success.
Their blue eyes meet across the empty pool deck. Michelle
licked her lips which was their secret signal that Michelle was
feeling horny. Heather then ran her hands down from her ankles to her
hips. That was Heather's secret signal that her pussy was enflamed
with a fire that only a good licking and groping could quench.
Michelle responded by picking up a suntan lotion bottle which
translates in secret signal talk into "Rub me down and make me
scream". Heather coyly responded by reaching behind her and undoing
her flimsy bikini top. As her breasts which were free of any tan
lines burst loose from their confinement, Heather stood and
approached Michelle. This was their very private code which meant
"Spread em Bitch, I'm coming over."
Michelle leaned up and undid the one string that held her
bikini together. The golden bronze of her tan hid her breast
augementation scars. Heather sat beside her and pured lotion messedly
on Michelle's beach-ball shaped breasts. The lotion squirted like a
geyser between her canyons. Michelle arched her back and let loose a
pre-orgasm scream when Heather placed her palms on her. Heather
straddled Michelle's legs and smiled through half-closed eyes.
Heather rubbed her lotion slippery hands over Michelle's
breasts, groping them like a 13 year old boy with his first tits.
She squeezed them hard just like Michelle likes it. Michelle started
thrusting her hips up and threw her head back moaning under Heather's
gentle mauling. Heather reached down and slipped 3 fingers into
Michelle's tight pussy as she continued groping her chest with the
other hand.
"Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off." was what Heather
whispered seductively as she struggled to remember what she was doing
with both hands.
Michelle screamed out her first through seven orgasms into the
unsuspecting suburbia. Heather smiled sweetly and slid down between
Michelle's legs and spread her open like an oyster. Placing her ass
high in the air, Heather started lapping Michelle's tasty pussy with
the speed of a weed-wacker. Michelle clamped both hands over
Heather's blond mane of hair and kept her in a death grip as her next
twenty orgasms rocked her body and voice.
She opened her eyes to see a very handsome man in a three-peice
suit and breifcase watching her. He had come through the gate and was
waiting patiently as Heather's ass stared him straight in the face.
His long black hair and goatee would have made you think he was an
aspiring actor but his shades denoted him as a lawyer. His six foot
six inch frame blocked the sun and and his cologne wafted through the
air which caused even Heather to stop and look behind her.
"Damn it Heather, keep licking!!! I'm so close again." To
puncuate, she grabbed Heather's hair and slammed her face back into
her shaved love box.
"Ms Michelle Butler I presume?" spoke the gorgeous lawer with
the ponytail.
"That's me, is this about Camp Beaver again? I mean I'm sorry
I accidently demolished the consler's lounge but they told me if I was
their sex slave for the next 3 months they would let me go and
wouldn't tell my parents. And I think they owe me a little since not
only was I their sex slave but I also figured out a way to save the
camp from being demolished when we won that mud-wrestling tournament
and used the money to-"
"No, no no no." he interrupted. "My name is Alex Anders and
I'm here to settle your grandmother's last will and testement, I have
some papers for you to sign."
Michelle bit her lip as she came again, drenching poor
Heather's face like a ruptured hose. "I'm real sorry but I'm busy
right now and you'll have to come back later when we are done."
Alex pondered this legal quandry for a moment. With a resigned
grunt he undid his trousers and pulled his black speedos down. He
stepped up to Heather's tempting ass and ripped her bikini bottom off
with a loud SNAP. He guided his hard ten inches of into her dripping
bald love box with legal ease. Heather screamed into Michelle's pussy
as he pounded her from behind. Heather's high heels came up and
stabbed Alex's ass when her legs embraced his buttocks. What was
left of Michelle's icy reserve was soon melted as Alex pumped Heather
into Michelle's bottomless pussy.
Alex placed his breifcase on Heather's ass and pulled some
papers out. He slid them down Heather's back with a pen all the while
grinding into Heather as deep as his manhood could go. He slapped her
legs like a pony a few times as he lifted her whole body with his
humping.
"What did Grandma have,mmmmm, for me to inherit? Dad always,OH
YES HEATHER!, said she lived alone in a trailer park. Oh God Yes!!"
Alex grunted out "Rose Butler may have lived, OH MY GOD YOU ARE
SO TIGHT, in a trailer but it was alongside her ,TAKE IT TAKE IT
ALL!!, brothel. She left the brothel ,UHHHHHHH, and the trailer to
you cause she said you had the hips for it."
"My own brothel? Oh boy, OH GOD! I'm going to check it out
this,MMMMMM YES!!!, afternoon and see how much rich I'm going to be!"
Michelle then tossed her head back flailing the lawn chair with her
sweaty blonde hair. Alex grunted 3 times as his cock shot hot liquid
into Heather's bruised body.
Heather collapsed from oxygen deprivation and Michelle signed
the legal papers on Heather's back. Sliding her crotch out from
Heather's blue lips, she stood and gave the papers to Alex.
Alex was zipping himself up and tried his best to look
non-chalant. He took the papers from Michelle with a tired smile and
and sratched a notch inside his breifcase lid. He gave her a business
card from his inside pocket. Michelle examined the pink card with
floral printing.
It read- "Rose's good clean fun Brothel for Gentleman. Fresh
Linens everyday!" On the back it had the address which showed it was
located out of town right by the town Country Club.
Alex stumbled out to his car and Michelle splashed water from
the pool onto Heather's face. Heather slowly regained her sneses and
put her her top back on. She rumaged through the bushes for her
tossed bottom while Michelle snapped her clothes back in place. Whe
the girls had put their clothes back on, touched up their make-up,
found matching purses, re-curled their hair and flashed each other
several more times, they took to the road in search of Michelle's new
brothel.
Continued in Bikini Brothel Part 2 "Only a fool scolds a cat for
licking it's own behind"--Warren Murphy
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