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NOTE: I did not write this story. I am merely posting it.
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Slitfest (Part 1 of 4)
Hello. My name is Denise and I am currently 24 years of age. I am
writing this text to share with the (electronic) world the wonderful new
life which I have created for myself. I will not go into any details
now; the following text will speak for itself. But I will say, just so
you can imagine, that I stand 5'6", weigh 108 pounds, have blonde hair
and bluish-green eyes. And my measurements are 35c-24-34.
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When Aaron told me had had to travel to Europe
for a month as part of his job, I actually
felt relieved. Prior to this, the past couple
of weeks with him had become especially
difficult. It seemed whatever I did, he would
become jealous. He was positive every man that
I met was after me. And he didn't trust me to
always say "no". Aaron would call me every
night from Europe. Some of those calls would
even lead to arguments. And he would often
come close to accusing me of cheating. Aaron
would say that a woman who looked as good as
me could not stay away from sex for an entire
month. Nothing I would say could convince him
otherwise, or even sway his opinion a tiny
bit. But I had always been faithful to him
even when he wasn't around. When he was away
on business, I would close my eyes at night
and try to think of only him.
I really don't know why, though. He left for Europe in November
1994. I guess at the time, I really did love him. I could not help the
way I looked and could not stop others from looking at me in public. I
guess he thought that I invited the glances and stares from others. I
am what you call an "outdoor" person and definitely could not stay
bottled up indoors, out of sight. That is what I think he wanted. I
wanted our relationship to be better but it seemed as though things were
crumbling. Aaron once even went as far to forbid me to speak to other
men. But still, I had hopes and dreams that he would eventually trust
my sincerity. I was near the end of my rope, though. I could not take
much more of this from him.
A few days after he left, I was feeling very lonely and horny. I
did not have any intentions of going out and finding someone for a one-
night stand. Instead, I did the next best thing.
It was after work. I had taken a nice, relaxing shower and slipped
into my favorite pieces of lingerie. My outfit consisted of a nice,
lacey chemise which was the color of gold. It felt so comfortable to
me. Also, I had put on an equally-nice pair of panties. I went into
the bedroom after fixing my hair and laid down on the bed. The time was
only 6:34pm and it seemed as though the minutes were dragging by.
I reclined on the soft bed until my neck and head were against the
headboard. Then, my thighs were spread apart as my knees were lifted
into the air. I brought my feet down to the mattress and closed my
eyes, just taking some time to rest. Seconds later, I smiled as my eyes
focused upon the 8-inch steel-cased dildo which was proudly standing on
the night-table next to the bed. I remembered how it had gotten me
through so many lonely evenings after one of the arguments with Aaron.
It would have to do it's wonderful magic again tonight.
I lifted my bottom off the mattress just high enough to reach under
myself and remove the white panties. I definitely did not need them
anymore! I threw the tiny panties as hard as I could. It hit the wall
and came to rest in a crumpled mess in the corner. Then, I smiled as my
hand reached over and took hold of the steel dildo.
I hiked the hem of my chemise up around my waist and settled into
the most comfortable position possible. Then, I used both hands and
moved the dildo between my thighs and slid it up and down my slit.
It felt so good! I could not help but smile and let out soft moans
of pleasure. My body began to involuntary tremble as the dildo
continued to wield it's magic for the next few minutes. I used my free
hand and removed the straps from the chemise from my shoulder and pushed
the garment down far enough so my breasts were visible. With that same
hand, I began to tweak away at one of my nipples. It only seemed to
increase the feeling! My other hand continued to move the dildo. I
prodded it's head against my opening, which seemed to be getting more
wet and slick with each passing second. I remember that a much louder,
more intense moan escaped from my throat. I was feeling so hot at this
moment; but wanted to preserve it!
So, the dildo was removed from my dripping pussy. I held it in
front of my face and smiled once again. I can't tell you how much I
love that object! Then, my lips were parted and I moved the dildo into
my mouth. I sucked on it like it was a real cock; imagining for some
reason that Aaron was there with me. I fantasized about giving him the
best blowjob of his life. My hand moved the dildo in-and-out of my
mouth for several seconds. I gave it expert attention; like it was
real. I wanted it to shoot a nice load of cum down my willing throat.
Unfortunately, dildos do not do that. I sucked on the metal object for
some time. Then, I placed it back onto the nightstand. Maybe I'd use
it later. But for now, I turned over and got onto my hands and knees.
Then I decided to move up a bit. I put one hand on the headboard for
balance and used the other for more pleasurable activities. I moved it
around my back and used two fingers to rub and caress my hungry pussy.
My body began to contract again.
Moans escaped from me once more as I prodded two fingers against my
soft opening. Then, I slipped them inside and instantly squealed with
great pleasure! I thrusted both in-and-out of my pussy for quite
awhile, then felt good again as my anus got some attention. I did not
poke it, just rub against it. But my other hand was begging for some
action too. The hand which I had been masturbating with was placed onto
the headboard. My other hand was moved underneath me this time, and
found a nice spot right between my thighs. I rubbed some more. It felt
SOOOOO good!
I continued for quite some time until I wanted to use both hands!
I stood up on my knees and moved my free hand to my breasts and began to
massage both, alternating between each mound every few seconds. My
other hand was still working on my pussy. I wanted Aaron BAD.
It did not take too long for me to move the hand from my breasts
around to my bottom. Then, I spanked myself...yes! WHACK! Aaron liked
to tell me that I was a bad girl and needed to be spanked often. WHACK!
He was not here so I administered punishment on myself! I continued
rubbing my excitable slit and spanked myself at the same time. Oh, how
I was wishing that someone -- ANYONE -- was there with me at the time.
I was in such a state of pleasure; nothing else seemed to matter!
I stopped slapping my naughty ass shortly thereafer and
concentrated on my pussy. I used both hands and brought myself to an
incredible orgasm! I moaned out in pleasure as my climax spilled out.
I even opened my mouth and bit down hard on the wooden headboard in
front of me.
I took a short nap after that and awoke later. I took hold of the
dildo again and basically went for a "repeat performance".
When Aaron called one night, I told him about
my friends -- Carrie, Melanie and Deborah.
There was a time when all three of them told
me about a weekend they spent in the Angeles
National Forest during the past summer.
They told me how they went up to the forest with only one thing on
their minds -- sex. All of them were bisexual females and not afraid to
let the outside world know their sexual preferences. Their story about
how they found a secluded spot in the woods and then proceeded to fuck
and suck each other with tongues and dildos only seemed to make me feel
even more lonely and horny. In the past, I had spent some time with
Carrie in an intimate fashion. But not recently, because of my
committment to Aaron. All three of them explained in tantalizing detail
the foreplay they shared and then the intense orgasms. They went at it
during all of the first night and most of the next day, on into the
evening. The third day, they had one more go-around in the woods before
packing things up and heading back to the urban areas.
I told Aaron about what they told me and was
sure that he would get a kick out of it. The
girls certainly did not seem to object that I
shared their story with him. Unfortunately, it
only seemed to convince him that he was right
and I was wrong. He was sure that all pretty
girls can think of nothing but sex. Aren't
MOST men supposed to fantasize about seeing
two or more women make love together? It was
not that I was thinking totally of sex. I
thought he would be happy to hear the story.
But that was not the case. He simply did not
understand that sex was only part of the big
problem. Romance was the main thing missing,
I realized later. Where had it gone? How am
I supposed to feel comfortable with somoene
who does not trust me?
I was completely fed up. All of the men in my
life; past and present; something seemed to be
wrong with all of them. Either they were jeal-
ous, mean, disrespectful or perverted. But the
women in my life, they seemed to be sincere
and caring. They knew how to please me, both
physically and emotionally. I was determined
to get some satisfaction. I called all three
of the friends I spoke about above but none
were home. Then I remembered Ashley.
After three weeks alone, I invited my friend
Ashley to stay with me at my beach-house down
in Huntington Beach for the weekend. I told
her about Aaron and the way he had been acting
as of late. She told me that I was crazy for
putting up with him. Ashley then asked if he
had ever set my heart afire. I thought he had.
Ashley can be summarized as a naive 21-year-old. I had known her
for two years but it had been a few months since I seen her last. This
girl was small and petite, but she had huge breasts for such a small
frame. She is in inch shorter than me and weighs 10 pounds less, but
her breast size is a plump 36d. On her petite frame, they look more
like 39 or 40d. Is that possible? She was blonde, like me, but her
hair was bleached. She had brown eyes and was very nice to look at.
I said she was naive simply because she is. Ashley has not "been
around the block" too many times. In the past, she explained her
limited sexual experiences with me. Her first was with a boy at age 16.
Then she met a female a year later and almost turned into a lesbian.
She stayed with the female until the age of 19 and then met me. I
introduced her to some men (before meeting Aaron) but Ashley seemed more
interested in me. I told her she needed a man in her life but she did
not seem to listen. On this night in the beach-house, it seemed as
though Ashley had a change of heart. I'll start shortly from the middle
of a conversation.
My experiences with other women were few. My first girlfriend,
Nikki, seduced me while in high school. We did not become full-time
lovers; only part-time. As I said, since Aaron came into the picture, I
held my desires back and was completely faithful to him. I was glad
that Nikki had seduced me. She showed me how another woman could make
me feel. As for Ashley, I met her at a night-club. She's so sexy. I
could not help but to stare at her that first evening in the night-club.
Ashley must have caught on, because she came up and introduced myself.
Needless to say, I was surprised to find out then that she was bisexual,
nearly a lesbian.
We were seated in front of the roaring fireplace with soft love
music filling the background. I was dressed in a purple bra, along with
a matching G-string and garters. Thigh-high black stockings covered my
legs. Ashley was wearing a pink terrycloth robe which was tied around
her waist. As I looked at her more and more, I knew that robe HAD to
come off.
"But I really don't know how to please a man," Ashley said to me in
a distressed tone. "I've had such limited experiences with men and
don't even know if they like it when I give head."
I inched closer to her and said, "I bet you're a great little cock-
sucker." My words seemed to make her blush. I reached out and touched
her knee, then smiled. "Have you ever had a man complain?"
She shook her head. "No."
"Ever have a man leave you after sex?" was my next question.
"They never want the sex to stop," she replied.
I smiled deeper at her. "Then you know how to please a man,
honey."
A look of anguish came across her face. "I want to be sure,
though, Denise. Would you teach me how to suck a man's cock really
good? You are a bit older than me and have much more experience. I
have a date this coming Monday with a very cute guy."
That sounded like a good idea. I took hold of Ashley's right hand
and told her to stick a finger out. She did, and then I slipped her
right index finger into my mouth and moved it in all the way.
"So you want to stick a man's cock all the way down your throat?"
she asked, watching curiously.
"Uh huh," I replied, her finger still in my mouth. "The deeper you
can get it down, the better they like it." I worked on her finger like
it was a real male shaft. My head began to bob back-and-forth as my
eyes were locked with hers. Then, I used one hand and grasped the front
of her robe. Ashley gave me an inviting smile. That was my cue to
nudge her robe open.
I reached inside her robe and moved my hand to the side. The
garment opened partway, then Ashley used her free hand to untie the robe
at her tiny waist. I worked on her finger some more. "You should want
to get a lot of suction too," I told her, sucking harder. "But not too
much."
Ashley and I manuevered the robe from her body. Her top was
covered only by a white see-through bra. Her lower half, however, was
hidden by a pair of multi-colored, baggy pants.
Ashley removed her finger from my mouth and smiled at me. "My
turn!" She grasped my hand and tugged at my middle finger. I held it
out for her and then she brought it to her mouth. She slipped it
between her moist lips and began to make-believe it was a cock as well.
I noticed how she was using her tongue more than normal. "Yeah, you're
a good little cock-sucker," I said to her in an encouraging tone.
A few seconds passed and I realized I could not take the sweet
torture of seeing this thing of beauty. I desperately wanted to make
love to her.
Ashley looked a bit surprised as I suddenly withdrew my finger from
her mouth. Her expression changed to one of pleasure as I pushed her
bra down and began to massage her nipples with my fingertips. Her
nipples were large and upturned while mine were vastly different. They
were small, each about the size of a nickel. They were somewhat dark
and perfectly blended together with my all-over tanned body. Ashley had
a nice tan, but did not get any sun on her breasts. They were milky-
white and her nipples really seemed to jump out at first glance.
I moved closer to Ashley and latched my mouth upon a nipple. My
hand tweaked away at the other one as she moaned in delight. I began to
switch back-and-forth between each nipple. My mouth would work on one
for a short while and then moved to the other. Whichever nipple was not
getting any attention from my mouth and tongue, it was getting attention
from my hand.
A few seconds later, Ashley put her hands on my face and brought my
lips to hers. We softly kissed for what seemed like an eternity. I had
not even realized that she had removed my own bra from my body until it
was gone. I responded by taking her bra totally off and throwing it
into the corner. Our tongues intermingled with one another inside her
mouth -- both of us tasted every single recess. Soon the party for two
was moved into my own mouth. Ashley moved her tongue in mad circles,
wanting to touch and caress every single part of my willing mouth. Our
lips were locked in a mad dash of passion for several seconds.
Soon, she broke the soul-searching kiss off and smiled at me. "I
want to suck on your tits, Denise," Ashley said in an excited tone.
I returned the smile and then reclined against the front of the
sofa which was behind me. I arched my back, making sure she had good
access to my breasts. Her mouth found it's way to a nipple and she
licked it.
Again, Ashley used her tongue more than what I had been accustomed
to. She had not used her tongue like this during our past intimacies.
Most of the people I've been involved with like to suck on my nipples.
But Ashley, it seemed as though she preferred licking and teasing. She
did suck a tiny bit, though. Nonetheless, her mouth excited me VERY
much!
"Lay on your front," I told her. She stretched her legs out and
was suddenly laying on her front, her head and upper body raised to my
breast. She was like a little mad-woman. Her tongue and mouth were
going in what could best be described as frantic circles upon my nipple.
Finally, she switched to the other nipple and gave it some attention as
well.
I grabbed a belt-loop on her baggy pants and pulled her closer to
me. Now her body was curled slightly, her waist bent and her shapely
bottom right within touching distance. I rubbed her bottom with my
right hand and grasped it hard. "Take it off," I told her in a gasp. I
watched as Ashley undid the button on her pants and slide them below her
hips. She had on a white G-string. Suddenly, Ashley raised to her
knees and quickly stepped out of the pants. I took the pants from her
and tossed them to into oblivion. Then she settled back into her
previous position. Her hungry mouth found it's way to my nipples again.
WHACK! Ashley cried out in pleasure as the impact from my hand on
her naughty ass went through her body. WHACK! WHACK! Yes, this is
what I wanted! I wanted to spank her! She continued to suck on my
nipples but with much more force and reckless abandon. WHACK! WHACK!
"Horny little bitch," I said, smiling down at her. "You deserve a
spanking." WHACK! I noticed that her skin was turning a nice shade of
red. I remember from our previous sexual encounters how much Ashley
LOVED to be spanked. Knowing that, I was surprised to see her move
away from me.
"Take me, Denise," she begged. "Take me now." I watched Ashley as
she fell backwards, her knees raised in the air. I moved forward and
took hold of her ankles. I pulled her closer to me and then moved my
mouth to her nipples again. Ashley moaned in pleasure as her knees
wrapped themseleves around my lower back.
My lips began a steady descent from her breasts down her midriff
and stomach, to her waist and then her inner thighs. Suddenly her cries
became much more intense as I softly bit her inner thighs and sucked on
them. I used both hands to remove her G-string and throw it into
oblivion. I saw Ashley out of the corner of my eye sucking on her own
finger. "It's been too long," I said to her in a hurry. "I'm going to
give you the hardest fucking of your life, Ashley."
She tried to raise up slightly but I forced her down. Sounds of
pure lust and anticipation escaped from her throat.
I moved my face between her legs and my tongue darted-out and found
her damp pussy. I kept my eyes locked upon hers. She was now pinching
her nipples and moaning like crazy. I licked away at her slit as her
body started to tremble. Ashley moved her hands down momentarily and
stroked her own pussy, then brought them back to her nipples. Seconds
later, one hand was rubbing her pussy. I held my head up and smiled at
her as she masturbated in front of me. Her hand went away again, then I
cupped my hands on either side of her hips and lowered my mouth to her
pussy.
This time, I was more forceful. My eyes stayed locked upon hers as
I forced the tip of my tongue inside her tiny crevice. I shook my head
which made my nose rub against her most private part -- she seemed to
love that! I moved both hands and parted her vaginal lips far apart.
Then I began to lap away at her sweetness. Ashley cried out in passion!
I gave my tongue a short rest as I thrusted two fingers inside her.
Then the fingers were gone and replaced by my tongue again. I went
back to work on her, harder and more intense than before. By now, her
entire body was writhing in extreme lust. Her hands were going wild
upon her breasts.
I slowed my pace and fingered her again. Then one of her hands
came back and she thrusted three fingers inside her damp pussy. I held
my head up again and just watched. I smiled at her. "More," came her
plea as the hand was removed once again. My mouth and tongue started
upon her sweet pussy again. Pre-cum began to ooze out. I happily
swallowed it all!
I moved my right hand up to her right breast and massaged it. Yes,
she definitely liked that. Then, she spoke again: "Please Denise, let
me have my turn with you."
That sounded great to me! I sat up and then reclined backwards. I
came to rest upon the carpeted floor and parted my thighs for Ashley.
She arose and quickly got rid of my purple garter belt and G-string.
She did not bother with the stockings, though.
I smiled up at her as she looked down at my glistening pussy. I
was busy masturbating myself! She planted two kisses upon my stomach
and then moved between my thighs. I reached down and opened my pussy
for her.
Now the roles were reversed. I was the one playing with my
hardening nipples while Ashley used her tongue on me. She knew how to
use it, too. Ashley had three fingers inside my hole the entire time as
her tongue went wild. I felt as though I was going to explode; it felt
so fucking GOOD!
She continued until I grabbed hold of a strap-on dildo and moved it
down in front of her eyes. The dildo looked exactly like a real cock;
it even had bulging veins. Ashley grinned in delight as she lifted my
ass from the floor. She put the straps around my hips and tied them
together behind me. Then I was placed back down on the floor and Ashley
took the dildo into her mouth.
She sucked on it; her head bobbing up-and-down. Her tongue went to
work and I realized she was treating the dildo as if it was a real cock.
Ashley worked furiously on it. I smiled at her as her eyes found mine.
I rubbed her forehead as she continued. Ashley was actually doing what
I showed her earlier. She was trying to shove it down her throat.
Minutes later, Ashley was on her hands and knees. Me, I was behind
her, thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy. We were locked
together in the doggie-style position. I had hold of her hips and was
pushing and pulling her as hard as I could. The best thing about a
dildo is unlike a cock, it will not explode in orgasm and then shrivel
up. Dildos are always HARD. And I can tell you, that appeals to both
Ashley and myself.
I watched as Ashley bounced back-and-forth. Her body was
convulsing. Every muscle within her was tight and stretched. I had
never given a dildo to a female doggie-style before but was definitely
enjoying this. I got the idea from an X-rated lesbian movie which I had
seen months before.
WHACK! I decided to re-start her spanking. WHACK! WHACK! Ashley
screamed in utter pleasure as I invaded her pussy with the dildo. I
looked and seen that she had a finger between her thighs as well.
WHACK!
"Fuck!" Ashley cried out, nearing climax. I gave her even more of
the dildo. Harder! Faster! More intense! Ashley could not stop
crying. I pulled on her long hair and brought her neck back. She
glanced at me and then had a powerful, mind-blowing orgasm. Her body
writhed in absolute pleasure.
I brought my lips to hers and we kissed softly. The night did not
end there, however. We continued. Ashley used the dildo on me.
Surprisingly, she fucked me twice as hard as I fucked her!
Aaron's suspicions and accusations had driven
me to do the very same thing he was sure I
had been doing all along. Except for one small
detail: the other person I did it with was not
a man. Aaron continued to call me every night
from Europe. He always asked me if I had been
with another man. At least I could truthfully
answer him by saying "no". I told him I'd been
with my girlfriends. Ashley was the first to
visit. A few days later, Carrie, Deborah and
Melanie offered to take me to their cabin up
in the Santa Monica Mountains. At first, I
declined but eventually joined them over time.
But not the first time. I was a bit reluctant
even though they promised we'd only be sharing
girl-talk. I guess I knew it would be the type
of girl-talk which would lead into sexual
fantasies, which would lead to group sex.
Sure enough, I found out that's what happened.
The next time they offered a night of girl-
talk, I went with them. Maybe I was hesitant
because I thought my fantasies would not live
up to their standards. But my girlfriends
assured me differently. It did not matter,
though. We did not talk much.
We only fucked.
Aaron kept asking me on the telephone if I
missed him. I told him I did. But it wasn't
true. In fact, the last week of his business
was the best week of my entire life. The night
before Aaron returned, the girls offered me a
party. Melanie had confided in me earlier in
the day that she used to have a jealous boy-
friend as well. I asked her what she did with
him. Melanie said whenever he tried to make
her feel guilty, she would go off somewhere
and drink champagne. I wasn't sure what she
meant by that until she showed me.
An hour before Carrie and Deborah were supposed to arrive, Melanie
and I were nude in bed. I watched the blonde enchantress as she sat
astride my stomach and poured a glass of champagne. She drenched her
finger with the delicious liquid and then inserted her finger into my
mouth. I gleefully took the champagne down my throat.
She took the glass and emptied a portion of it over my chest. It
felt cold but wonderfully erotic as well. Melanie then used her mouth
to suck and lick up the fine drink. Again, champagne was spilled upon
my breasts. This time, she concentrated on one nipple for a very long
time. I could do nothing but sigh in approval at her actions. Next
time, she surprised me. I squealed as I felt a cold shiver between my
thighs. Then I realized she had dumped the rest of the glass onto my
pussy.
I quickly realized that Melanie was giving me the best tongue of my
whole life! She was so slow and direct; it was sweet ecstasy! I
wondered what taste was in her mouth at this moment. The juices from my
body mixed with the champagne. What does it taste like?
Melanie continued to swipe my softness with her wonderful tongue.
She did not use her fingers much. She did not have to -- her tongue was
plenty nice enough! But she finally did use her fingers.
When I felt her index finger against my wet opening and then
realized she had slipped it inside, I felt as though I was going to
burst. Without a doubt, I had the most intense orgasm of my life!
I responded in the best way I could. I brought her mouth to mine
and kissed her deeply, completely. I nearly shoved my tongue down her
throat in the moment of passion. I moved my hand between her bare
thighs and forced a finger inside her. She squealed in return. Soon,
my mouth was between her parted legs and feasting away at her wonderful
treats.
I was sure that we would share many more orgasms in the future. I
thought at the time that this was the start of a beautiful relationship.
My beliefs were validated when Carrie and Deborah joined us later.
When Aaron returned from Europe, I told him
that I just couldn't see him anymore. He asked
if it was because of another man. I looked him
in the eyes and told him "no". It was because
of only one man -- HIM. He said that I would
be lonely; I told him not to count on it. I
said that I had enough friends to keep me
company. I hate to admit it, but it tickled me
pink to tell him that. I could tell that he
did not understand, but I think you do.
I am happy and content now with my female
lovers. I even got Ashley to join us and make
it a five-some. I am not looking for a new man
but am open to the idea; especially if the
right one comes along. I really do not care
what men look like. My ideal man is one who is
confident and sure. He is definitely NOT jeal-
ous and completely understands my need for my
girlfriends. I wouldn't even mind letting the
right man join the five of us for some intense
passion. But is my ideal man out there?
I am not concerned if the right guy comes into
my life at this point in time. It would be
great if he did. But as for now, I will just
continue to enjoy the wonderful slitfests
which have become the most important and
wonderful thing in my life. If something else
comes along, then things would be even better.
Dripping,
Denise Q.
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NOTE: I did not write this story. I am merely posting it.
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