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And most of all I tried to make my friends smile. (FFM, bi, silly) *** Author Notes: 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 a lot of times I end up writing silly stuff like this. 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/LordShon/index.html *** 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 lawn chair. 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 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 augmentation scars. Heather sat beside her and poured lotion messily 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-whacker. 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-piece suit and briefcase 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 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 punctuate, she grabbed Heather's hair and slammed her face back into her shaved love box. "Ms Michelle Butler I presume?" spoke the gorgeous lawyer with the ponytail. "That's me, is this about Camp Beaver again? I mean I'm sorry I accidentally demolished the counselor'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," he interrupted. "My name is Alex Anders and I'm here to settle your grandmother's last will and testament, 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 quandary 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 briefcase 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, UHH, and the trailer to you because 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 nonchalant. He took the papers from Michelle with a tired smile and scratched a notch inside his briefcase 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 senses and put her top back on. She rummaged through the bushes for her tossed bottom while Michelle snapped her clothes back in place. When 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. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 49