Thursday, June 6, 2013

RADHIKA PENETRATED

I met Radhika when my friend Vicky had introduced me to her in college. Vicky had flown to the states to do M.S. I had never spoken to Radhika after that first meeting, and was envious of Vicky, coz she was a bomb. She was really fair, shoulder length thick hair and a decent figure. She was slightly on the plumper side, if I recollected properly, but would be a great fuck, I had thought. Vicky must have really enjoyed this hot piece. I myself had gained a lot of confidence with girls when it came to sex. Even helped a girl reach multiple orgasms, once. I was kind of proud of this accomplishment of mine and knew that I can satisfy any girl I want. Anyways I had no such intentions about Radhika, as she was a friend’s fuck. So I called her up and told her the message. As soon as she picked up the phone, she was very arrogant until I introduced myself again to her. She said "ok thx for the message, Bye". Whew! What a bitch I told to myself. Don’t know how such a nice guy like Vicky ended up with such an arrogant female.. A few days after the incident I got a mail from Radhika. She walked for my apology and said that she was really sad with Vicky leaving and all, and hence wasn’t in her proper senses when she spoke with me. She said she would like to speak to me again and if it is possible, cud I call her again next Sunday. I told myself "why not" and called her up that Sunday evening. She picked up the phone and immediately recognized my voice. She appreciated me calling her up and began talking about Vicky. Most of the conversations that we used to have included Vicky most of the times. We went on like this for about a month, and I had started impressing her with my smooth talk and smart jokes. She had agreed to meet me also, but in a public place. We met at her college. She was wearing these body-fit sleeveless top and baggy jeans. A lethal combination I would say. We sat in the canteen and were talking about the good' old memories of Vicky. One day I called her up and told her that Vicky has seemed me, and he wants to talk to you immediately. He said it was urgent, so call him up now. The next day I called her up again and found that no-one was picking up her phone. I called her friend and asked what the matter. She said that her friends are not in town and she has been crying all day. I said, gimme her address, I think something is wrong. I rang the bell and she dint open the door for 4 rings. Finally she opened the door. She was in a complete mess; hair all messed up, tear marks all over her face and really pathetic clothes. But with all this horridness also she looked a babe, with the boobs protruding out and the pajamas getting a veggie. I stared at the swaying of her ass as we moved into the living room. She got some water for me and sat opposite to me.
She started talking about Vicky and told me that they broke up as he has found a babe in states and is screwing her. He said it’s his room-mate and she is an Indian too. They live together and make love all this while. I told her I am sorry and went and sat next to her. With my hands on her thighs I told her to relax and this bad time will pass away. She kept her head on my shoulders and began crying. I started rubbing her thighs and squeezing it gently. With the other hand I was rubbing the back of her head, helping her relax. We were in this position for about 15 minutes, after which she felt better. I told her, does u want me to make tea or something for you. She said, oh no, I will make it for u. I said, thx, I really wanted it, and I don’t know to how make it. But since you dint ask me, this is the way I made you ask me. She started laughing and went into the kitchen. I followed her in the kitchen. She seemed in a much better mood now, coz she kept laughing at every joke I cracked. I sat on the table and spoke with her.. We were freely touching each other and occasionally her hands were touching my stomach as well. I was getting horny by each of her touches, but dint want her to think that I wanted to make use of the opportunity. I stood next to her and kept playing with her hair. She was oblivious with my intentions and that that I was just making her feel good. I asked her "u have really nice hair, what do u do to keep it so good" ... "She said I shampoo it twice a week that it, nothing more" I said "Ok, and what about the hair on your head, how do u maintain that “she looked at me, stunned and then burst into laughter. She said "you guys r really naughty" I put my finger on her lips and said "Radhika, seriously what do u do to maintain itself, you are so pretty. I look into your eyes and my heart skips a beat. I touch your cheeks, your lips they make me want to kiss you. I don’t know what that Chut, Vicky saw in that girl to have given up on this pretty girl" While saying all this I was moving closer to her and was really close to her face. I dint anything after that and wanted her to take the initiative of kissing me. She sadiron Badshah, don’t say such things. I am not that great “I stopped her and said "use my eyes to look at it and u will see the angel I see. I always wondered what beauty is, my questions were answered when I saw you. I can’t.... “I was stopped with a smooch on my lips.

Radhika was kissing me. My head kept saying, "Badshah stop, this is wrong" But my body was saying "She is an apsara, fuck Vicky man, feel her" I started playing with her hair and her tongue too. She reciprocated well as our tongues battled. She shut off the gas and took me to her bedroom. "Badshah Sit down, I will just come", she vanished into the other room. I couldn’t believe my luck. I immediately checked my wallet, and was pleased that I was carrying my condom (I always do, u never know when u will need it).

She came in wearing the most orgasmic dress I had ever seen on a girl. She was wearing a black sleeveless dress, which was hugging every part of her body. All of her legs except the upper two inches we exposed.

She looked deep in my eyes and said "Badshah, nobody has ever been so nice to me as u have been, and now I want thank you for that" She immediately sat on my laps, with one leg on each side and started kissing me.

She started with my cheeks, my neck and then my lips. I was rubbing her back as she moved her fingers in my hair. She was making these noises as her bust was crushing my chest. Before I knew it I was lying on her bed and she had already taken off my shirt.

She was kissing every part of my body, as I cud see her ass sway. I wanted to grab it and do things with it, but what she was doing was also ecstatic. I pulled her top up and told her to remove it. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which was very apparent from the way her boobs were protruding out.

She looked deep in my eyes and said "Badshah, fuck me and make me comm. I have a lot about your fucking skills and now I want to check it out myself" Saying this she tore open my jeans and pulled it down.

My soldier was all ready to start camp. She looked at it and said “Woah that is nice, really nice".

I liked all the dirty talk she was doing, but I never said a thing. I have a tendency to let my actions do the talking. I placed my hands on her but and slowly caressed it.

She said "Badshah... Oh yah, take me. Take me now".

I lifted her up and started kissing her. My hands went all over her back and her panties were off in a flash.

Wow, she was shaved.

She looked at me staring at her cunt and said" you like what u see baby..."

I nodded my head in affirmation, and went on my knees. I used my tongue to prepare her for the great fuck, while she played with my dick. Her scent was driving me wild and my swift tongue movements were making her hornier. The hornier she got, the sexier the smell got, and the more lusty strokes I made with my tongue. It’s like a positive feedback, which I and Vicky used to discuss when we were in college. But now I had this goddess all for me and she wasn’t too hard to get as well.

I took her hand off my penis and told her to lie down babe. I asked her to spread her legs wider for me.

She screamed "Badshah I want you ... "

she did as I told her and I was getting bigger and bigger. I dint imagine myself being so big. I ripped open the condom packet and gave one to her. She couldn’t put it on, so I had to wear it myself.

I placed my dick at the opening of her love hole and gave a light push. She was all wet, but yet so tight. Hers was the sexiest pussy I had ever seen. It was tight as well as smooth.

I don’t know whether it was my movements or what but with every slight push I made, she was getting tighter and tighter. God she was so tight that it hurt me, for the first time in all my experiences. I made around 50 strokes before I collapsed over her.

I looked up and she had already closed her eyes in exhaustion. I lightly slapped her as she opened her eyes. She looked at me with those eyes. As I thought Govinda's song "akhiyon se goli maare" is so right for this girl.

We caressed each other and went off to sleep. When I opened my eyes Radhika stood there all naked. She smiled at me and said "Honey, here is the tea you wanted. I hope you still want it, or do you want me to serve u with something else." I noticed the twinkle in her eyes and said to myself, this is going to be a great daygirls.

FUCKING WET VIRGIN BABE



It was perfect. God must have sketched this scene like an artist just for me. How amazing every detail was! I was 18 back then, wearing a black shirt and dirty rugged jeans and below that was a pair of worn out black canvas shoes. It was the perfect attire for any occasion if you asked me. I stood there on a muddy lane, surrounded by greenery and on the other side of the lane appeared a girl, barely 18, adorned with clothes of the brightest colors and her ever-so-cute accessories. The way her hair barely touched her shoulders only made her hotter. Her fair skin was almost flawless. She looked like a doll. "here's your book.." she murmured, handing out a white book to me.

Her eyes looked gleamed with innocence and I watched in awe. I quickly grabbed the book from her. "thanks a lot" I said. She was a friend's friend and she came that day to return a book she had borrowed from me. She dint have to take such pains to come all the way to the park near my house on a saturday afternoon, I knew she liked me. I scanned my brain for conversation starters. "so what are you doing now" she asked me. "nothing!!" I shouted. A silly conversation ensued after that for a good 15 minutes and I was too intimidated to make a move. "alright I need to make a move !! " she said. No ! Don't go ! - I thought but couldn't say it aloud. Talk about luck, just then god heard me and it rained.

The most beautiful drizzle ever. "oh man ! I cant go now !" she sighed. It sounded so fake, I knew she wanted to spend time with me. I ran for shelter, looking here and there and there it was- the perfect place. A heap of rocks underneath a blanket of grass and weed. It looked like a warm cave.. She followed me inside. And watched the rain pour down like cats and dogs. "looks like we are stuck" - I said and a smile ran across my face almost instantaneously. Her face turned towards me. Suddenly I felt I looked at angel.. She started talking, and all I could hear was my heart beating heavily.. Her luscious lips moving in slow motion.. Her breasts expanding, the way she moved her legs..

Her hair dripping of cold water and the way they slid down her neck.. I felt my blood heating up and my heart pumping faster than ever. I felt like I smoked pot, everything seemed dreamy..i used up all the tolerance I had I could not resist from pouncing on her anymore.she was busy talking about all useless things I had to make the move..

Everything paced up my mind was exploding with questions and I interrupted her - " hey ! Are you.. A.. Virgin ?". She stared at me with shock. There was awkward silence there for a minute. I snapped back to reality and started to sweat.. I wiped off my sweat and was about to apologize to her and get out. Her lips were partly open, she was going to say something.

She moved towards me, she grabbed me by the shirt near my chest and pulled with immense force towards her.. I was almost leaning on her. I could hear her breathe..all this happened too fast for me to figure what her intentions were.. She moved her lips towards my ear and whispered-"find out for yourself" she chewed on my ear and moaned ever so slightly. My eyes burst open. I was hard. We had transformed from mere humans to animals. I wondered if it was teh same girl with the innocent eyes and a childish smile..she transformed into a tigress..she ripped my shirt open and ran her tongue all over me it was my turn... I removed her t shirt and locked her lips immediately.. We were frozen in time.. Her lips were wet..

I slid down to her neck and bit her. She sighed looking at the roof of the cave..i teased her lips with mine as I removed her white bra. And then I got to see her bare breasts. She looked like a goddess her breasts were big and her perfect pink nipples erected as I came close.. I softened them with my lips and she held my head and pressed me closer to her and moaned..

I bit her nipples and sucked her hard and she moaned louder every time. She looked down at me with huge expectations as I went further down.. I pulled her jeans down and removed her panties and held her ass in my hands..i pulled her pussy towards my mouth and when my wet lips touched her pussy she shuddered.. As though a wave of current traveled across her body.

I grabbed her ass and moved my tongue further inside and looked up at her.. She almost screamed and threw her head in the air and her hair flew up and from between her beautiful breasts I saw her moan "fuck!"..she caught my hair like she was falling off a cliff and thrust me further in her pussy and moved her hip like shakira as I licked her..

I moved my hand up to her breasts as they felt ignored. I squeezed them as I entered her with my tongue. The result was a shrill cry and a shudder that vibrated my body as well.. She panted like she just ran a race.. Her sweat dripped on to my face and she wrapped her long legs around my neck almost strangling me to death every time she had an orgasm. I loved every bit of it. Very soon I found myself kissing her again. This time she was desperate.. She ripped my jeans apart and held my cock in her hands. When she held my cock in her hands and pressed it hard I felt I raced to heaven and got back.. Cum almost exploded but I resisted. I moved towards her and thrust my hips towards hers and she scratched my back with her nails.. Every time I did. I slid my cock into her dripping wet pussy and it was sucked inside as though it craved for one for years.. I began fucking her. All I remember after that was - tears dripping out of her eyes.. Her mouth open and her face towards the sky..

I pulled her hair as I went into her and bit her neck.. She scratched my back several times, her tits stroke my chest every time I squeezed her ass and it felt blissful.. We panted we sweat.. I felt the heat radiating through our bodies..her moaning was a pleasant song to my ears.. And then.. While we kissed.. It happened.. Our eyes wide open.we screamed in union. Our bodies froze. She pierced her nails deep into my back and I held her ass as tight as ever. Vibrations ran throughout our bodies and we shuddered. We felt the earth come to a stand still. Our sexual organs exploded juices onto one another.we saw nothing but white. We heard nothing but silence. All our senses were numb for a moment. Together we felt love.

And it rained like crazy. Sometimes we fall in love at a time when we least expect to. I dressed up and lit a cigarette and smoked. It was the best smoke ever. I turned back to offer her one and she was gone by then.i never heard of her again. I got to know that she had a boyfriend at that time. Funny, how we create relations, commit, distinguish people based on caste creed religion finance etc and yet we meet at the craziest places share the best of times, experience life at such weird moments defying all rules of society. Who scripts all this?

GREEK GODESS AT MY SCHOOL


She had a unique way of wearing sari, she plucked the sari’s loose end together into folds and ran it all the way up, from the right side of her pale white and fragile looking skinny waist across the wholesome breasts covering them fully and over the shoulders, where all the folds were gathered and pinned up over her left shoulder delicately on to the blouse and quite charmingly rested the extreme end of the sari’s loose end over her left hand rolled up. She playfully dropped the loose end all by itself at times, other times; she would pay attention to the lonesome warrior and pay homage by carefully rolling it up her left wrist. This unique way of wearing sari gifted on the students a rare view, of a feminine quality that was waiting to be expressed; a woman’s encroachment on a naïve teenager’s psyche, a desire and wanton that met halfway behind her back while she turned over to jot something on the board, something infinitely unimportant, for the beguiling features of her stiff naked flesh kept the students in a trance, of beauty that curved, of curves that looped , and of loops that met somewhere beneath the elegant sari work. By now, everyone knew that she wore a white bra, for her unique way of wearing sari left the blouse uncovered by the sari on her back, and the features were impossibly clear for all the students to watch and be suffused with the promising beauty, of a back that was caught up covered mesmerizingly by a piece of transparent cloth and a guarding thick strapped bra that was supportive. And, the bra furthered the desire equation by wholly converging from the top of both the shoulders and meeting in between with a length of thick rectangle blotted out in the middle, for the straps were hooked and the hook position stood out in the whole architecture of subtle nuisances. The hook reminded one of the hidden qualities that were guarded, the hook also reminded one of the perimeters of conquests, one only had to gain access to the hook and the whole piece of majestic beauty would unfurl in one giant heap and the waves of desire would thoughtlessly, effortlessly undulate in the field of students’ mind. The outlines of bra straps on her back hung on to her shoulders so picturesquely that it titillated one and every student’s mind, the tickling sensation that began by her posture found catalysts in the naked flesh of her nape behind the neck, above the bra straps. The nape was refreshingly penetrating, the color of the skin was becoming, and the soft pale yellow flesh tormented one’s capacity of administering grips on oneself, and one ceaselessly fell prey for the standing lascivious lass with nape that stood so straight that it would put a swan into shame, breasts that bosomed relentless beauty in them put all the known species of birds at shame, a waist that converged into frolicking folds of timeless aggregation of softened skin put even the most voluptuous bodies at shame, and an arise that was so great that it appeared immobile in its mass for one with the eye for mass, small and cute with affirming postural stand embodiment for one with eye for skinny inclinations, that it put the giant horses with big bare backs at shame.

Such was the poise she took that even the most reluctant and indifferent mind fell prey to the elegant poise. She stood firm and on heels with the heaving bosom covered beneath the sari, and an enchanting tongue that she encircled words inside her mouth before leaving them into the open, ‘end’ sounded ‘end’ with stress on ‘t’ that was so shattering on already pent up nerves that one helplessly hung up beside himself. And she spoke, she walked, she adjusted the rim of her glasses, so fine and delicate that the skin of one’s teeth slipped over into the mouth. When she talked, everybody listened, when she walked, everybody gaped at her, when she paused all the eye lids paused as if earth paused at once in its orbit, when she turned her back, everyone frothed and gulped the spit back into their throats. She was an oasis of desire, a sand dune of elegance, a prima Dona, and the Greek goddess. Every day, she wore a new sari, a matching blouse, matching bangles, matching slippers, and matching hair clip, but the bra remained the same, the white one. It was her trademark style, one that she defined and only she was ever able to pull off so elegantly that nobody doubted if she was the proud owner of her style, perfection in person, character and an attitude that differentiated her. She stood out, she was unique and the only one who earned that respectful adoration ever taught in our school. She never ceased to exist, she was always there on everybody’s mind in the school, it was as if, she existed in waves and disturbances that rippled over the students, teachers and the principal as a giant wave that broke into the shore, wave after wave, she came and she gone. She broke on our minds with suddenness that we were blenched with fear of apprehension; she broke on us in a wave of lustful admiration like a wave in sea broke into white froth. She impaled our minds with a perpetual pattern such as the waves that cleansed the rocks on shore and left them soft and streamlined. Such was the force of her presence that the mind wavered into the verge of exploding, a desire un-quenching, an instinct unbridled such as the sun rose from a blank and grotesquely wholesome darkness to expose the blue sea everyday at dawn.

She was an epitome of a structure left to the beholders of beauty to gape in awe and admiration. When she walked, she rolled her sari’s end on her wrists, and the sari fell over feet in urgency, the folds so stiff and current, embroidered her already statuesque picture with a concurrent force, and she seemed dragging the weight of expectation with every passing day. And so it happened, one day she turned her back to write on the board, which nobody cared really, that I noticed her bra strap on the right shoulder displaced away from her shoulder and slipped on to her hand. Thanks to the transparent blouse as always, and thanks to the unique way of uncovering her back as always. I remember the day so clearly, with every passing second, I got increasingly aware of the situation, it never happened before, she dressed so conscientiously that she could only have existed in books, or in pictures on every piece of drawing board in this world, the real world was so utterly incompetent and beauty ridden, barren in existence that she should never have been let out of the books and pictures into the real world in the first place. The right strap unsettled the configuration so vast that the hook was now inclined at a good five degrees to the horizontal where it was hung up with no room for error for so long. Every time, she faced the class, I tried to read her face and was hoping that she would excuse herself from the class for a while and push the strap back into its original place thereby attainting ordered symmetry. I knew that she knew it, she felt the strap on her upper hand and the void it left on the shoulder was also palpable, it was unquestionable that she knew it, but she stood there and endured the pain, suffering and humiliation of a disturbed symmetry on her back for a good thirty minutes. Out of desperation, I hoped that she would begin dictating something out of the book and when everyone dug their heads into the books to jot it down, she could use that momentary minutes of near nothingness of gazing into adjusting the strap, to put us all out of our individuals’ episodes of restlessness. But she never did, she never relented, the frame of stroking arrogance did not bend down. I remember the day as the day that the beauty suffered all by herself, lone and in her person, she showed no signs of trouble and that added dignity to her figure.

MY BROTHER-IN-LAW AND MY SISTER


Great bhaijan. Hello salis and nieces this is my story i am going to narrate u all how my bhaijan rape me while i was sleeping giving me pills. This did happen. It's real and i'm not sure how i should be feeling about it. My name is madiha. I am 28 years old, 5'5" tall, and 52-kgs with 36a breasts. I have a 05-year-old daughter, samira. I was staying with my elder sister shameem and my brother in law aamir, as my hubby is abroad. Since my hubby left my bhaijan aamir is cooperative with me for all problems. He love my ass and always touch me when ever he get chance by joking. Over the past few weeks i've been experiencing difficulty sleeping, in large part due to my loneliness.

My family doctor salman friend of my bhaijan aamir prescribed some sleeping pills to help get me through this rough period as my elder also busy in his job. Aamir was supportive during this period and even brought me the pills just before i went to bed. When i awoke the next morning two things became apparent, i was fully rested and my nipples and pussy were very sore. While showering i noticed my nipples felt as if they had been sucked all night. Even when samira was a baby my breasts never got much larger. My dark brown nipples however grew to almost 1 1/2" in length. They never completely returned to their pre nursing days. It also felt like my clitoris had been badly abused. It was sore and very sensitive. I got dressed and went to work, completely forgetting about my body's aches and pains. Over the course of the next 5 nights, i began to feel that i wasn't sleeping alone.

My nipples, clitoris and pussy constantly felt like they were being used and abused. I suspected what was going on but refused to believe it. I had to find out what really was going on but knew i couldn't come right out and ask him if bhaijan aamir fucked me. On friday night i decided to perform a little experiment. When aamir gave me my pill i palmed it and pretended to swallow it. About an hour later i heard my bedroom door open very quietly. Playing possum i tried to control my breathing. Suddenly my head was covered and my arms and legs were pinned in a spread-eagle manner. I started to struggle and was about to scream when a pillow was put over my face. Unable to breathe i began panicking and must have passed out. When i awoke i had some form of gag in my mouth and my eyes were covered with some form of blindfold. Slowly my nightgown was pushed up, exposing my pussy and breasts. I felt a mouth begin suckling on my left nipple. He was not gentle. He was sucking as hard as possible and my nipple grew longer and harder. As much as i was revolted, and continued thrashing about, my pussy grew hotter and wetter by the second.

Shifting his position, my right nipple now became the focus of his attentions. As bhaijan sucked, he began tickling and tweaking my clitoris. I have never experienced this combination of pain sure before. Without the ability to stop it, i experienced the most intense orgasm i think i've experienced in many years. As i began to regain my senses i could hear the sound of a package being opened. I came to the realization of what was to happen next. Never have i felt so full in my life. My husband r only had a 6 inch dick and didn't possess the tools to produce the sensations i was now experiencing. As aamir bhaijan began withdrawing and thrusting into my pussy, my clit was rubbing against this rock hard shaft. My thrashings of resistance were quickly becoming thrashings of ecstasy. I was screaming into my gag as orgasmic spasms wracked my body. Aamir bhaijan was sitting on my bed watching me come awake.

I had the strong urge to piss but was unable to move. Sensing i needed the bathroom, he untied my legs and then tied them together. He then untied my lifeless arms and tied them behind my back. As the blood rushed through the veins the pain was excruciating. As he led me down the hall to the bathroom i tried to plan my escape. Instead of looking for an escape route my eyes kept going back to his semi hard cock. God it must have been over 9 inches long. No wonder the girls were after him. My bhaijan smiled and said he knew i was awake last night. He enjoyed it so much more knowing i was also enjoying the rape.

He told me my juices were a milky color and had a tangy and pungent taste. I began to orgasm like never before. For the next three days bhaijan fucked me whenever he wanted. I soon began realizing that when he wasn't around i felt empty and alone. I could almost sense my submissiveness towards him beginning. When he removed the gag from my mouth he told me not to scream or he would tie me down again and never fuck again. I felt a sense of dread. Not from being tied down but from never being fucked by his magnificent cock again. I'm not a sex slave but i do whatever he says. I never wear panties, my cunt remains shaved (he won't let me call it my pussy) i'm continually wracked with lust and some guilt. I know it's wrong but it's also so right. I'm able to sleep without drugs, and my aamir bhaijan is the excellent lover my cunt needs. I need him to continue loving me but i also want him to stop.

Will i survive if he stops? What happens if i become pregnant? And what happen if my elder sister knows my bhaijan fucking me day and if my daughter know his uncle fucking her mom? We live as he is my 2nd husband he wants me with my sister in one bed. While giving his lund in my mouth he said one day i will fuck you in my bed with my sister and he done it. Wait for my next story wen i found bhaijan giving shower to me and my sister in one bed and fuck us in one bed.

ARYAN FUCKED TEACHERS WIFE


Wen i was 19, i used to go 4 my math tuition at my teacher's place.he was 30 something. He lived with his wife who was in her mid or late 20's may be. They had a son who was studying in a boarding. Whenever i went 2 his house, his wife was very caring 2 me. She used to offer me water sweets etc. I liked her a lot. She also, it seemed liked me. My sir was a dedicated mathematician & only devoted his most time dealing in theory or problems. His wife did not like dis & was hungry for sex. However, he thought it was all over for him in sexual life. Dis hurt his wife a lot.

I came 2 know dip when i actually pounced upon her very secret diary. I took it from her cupboard & brought 2 my house. I also found out from it that she wanted sex desperately & was looking for one. She also mentioned that she wanted to have a girl child.

There she mentioned about me too.

She wrote that she found me cute & hot. The girl who would get my sexual love will be blessed. If ever she got a chance to get love from me, she would be satisfied. She wanted to fuck me but feared her husband. I was overjoyed as i found her attractive. Her jawani was fully at its peak. I decide to give her a chance. One day i called her cell phone and told her to tell sir that i would come today at four. I knew that at four he went to library & returned at ten. This was my hint for her, as i had never called her before. Moreover, for the last few days i knew that she had been noticing wild love in my eyes for her. I went there at four twenty. She opened the door. She was wearing a sexy blue transparent saree and white high heels. Her figure of 34 26 38 came alive in her tight blouse. The blouse ended just at the boobs and her lehenga started way below her waist. Her large exposed tummy and got curvy kamar aroused me. She asked me to wait in the room. She brought water for me and while giving it to me, she bent in front to give me full view of her juicy boobs. She sat beside me on the edge of the sofa. I asked her nervously where was sir and did she tell him about my visit or she forgot. She replied that she did not tell him. I asked why. She replied that she wanted to teach that day. All this while she kept licking her lips as if to arouse me. I asked her what she meant and was she joking. She said she was serious. I asked her to explain a theorem. She naughtily said that she was serious but not about theorem. I asked, what? She remained silent and came near me and held my hand. She said, you are my guest today. Today i want to take your test.

What test, i asked. She said buddhu mat bano mai janti hu tum mujpe pe fida ho. I knew she was ready. She stood up and took me to her bedroom. She asked whether i masturbate and i told yes with much hesitation. She asked me why i am hesitating, it is a natural thing for boys especially, and even girls do it, which was information for me. Then she asked the most embarrassing question to me that whether i think of her and masturbate?? I was shell-shocked and told her no. But she raised my chin with her hand and told me to tell the truth and don't worry about it but she want an honest answer. I did not answer for long she persuaded repeatedly when i told yes i do. She gave a naughty smile and she asked what situation i fantasize? I just kept quiet i was too afraid what am happening but at the same time, i felt the erection.

I just followed her. She opened my shirt and pant. I was nervous but enjoying every bit of it. Then she removed my sando. I dropped her pallu. She asked me if i have any objection & i told no and i responded by holding her tight to me & moving my hand on her back and buttocks. For a moment, i could not believe what was happening but suddenly i kissed her pressing my erection on her belly. I did not know what to do? But i was squeezing her belly, back, buttocks, thighs & where ever i can. She took my mouth to her breast & told me to suck it & lick on the nipples. She took my middle finger & guided 2 her vagina, it was hot &
Slippery & she was moaning & breathing heavily & stroking my penis. Suddenly she kneeled down & took my penis and started sucking it hard. I could not believe this & such things are done in sexual act. She was doing it so fast & hard holding me close to her mouth with one hand, i could not control for long & i ejaculated in her mouth all of a sudden, she sucked hard & hard catching with one of her hand & stroking it, i mourned loudly & every drop she took in her mouth. She went on sucking and i panted & pushed her mouth out since i did not have any stamina to withstand. I felt too shy to look at her. She took me to the bed & told me to lie down and we lied down for half & hour talking. She showed me some english sex book with photo illustrations and i could not believe such poses are done for sexual act. She again started talking erotically & started stroking my penis. She asked me whether i want to see her in the light. I told yes. She then asked me how long it takes me to masturbate and i told less than 5 minutes. She saw it very excitingly. Of course, i too watched it with same feelings. She asked me, "why are you struggling to control yourself?" she continued, "i am also very fond of having sex. Let me see the length of your tool". Her words gave me immense pleasure, encouragement & courage 2 me. She came nearer to me & took my cock in her hand.

WHEN GOOD GIRLS GO BAD


“I want to get laid.” Alexandria Thomas had confided in her best friend, Jill. Alex and Jill were as different as night and day, and yet, they totally bonded the first day of school last year, when they were seated next to one another. Alex, who forever had her head buried in a book, had gotten a free ride into Cornell. She always wore a cardigan, her long blonde hair pulled pack into a braid. Jill was everything that Alex wasn’t: a flirty, outgoing girl. Alex had never had a boyfriend before, she always too busy studying to date. Jill was linked to a new guy every week; she said she wanted to taste everyone once before she dies.

“What?” Jill had replied, completely shocked.

“That’s right! I want to have sex. I am sick of being Mary fucking sunshine twenty four seven! I want some ass, and maybe I’ll smoke a little pot while I’m at it.”

“Jesus, where did this come from?” Jill asked, a smile dancing on her lips.

“I just want to, okay? Studying is a blast, but I got into collage, so I think I can finally relax and get fucked.” Alex took a deep breath, looking down at her Mary Jane’s for a moment. “Do you think you could hook me up with someone?”

“Yeah, sure! Oh my God, this is going to be so much fun!” Jill had scurried off down the dormitory hallway, back to her room to make the arrangements. She called Alex up the following day, telling her she had found someone, and that Jill and her date would meet Alex at Antonio’s Pizzeria Saturday night, along with Alex’s ‘date.’

Alex arrived at Antonio’s at seven o’clock that Saturday night, with butterflies in her stomach. She tried to brush it off as she stepped inside the familiar pizzeria; it’s the closet one to campus and is always filled with students. She looked around and instantly spotted Jill sitting on a guy’s lap, in an itty-bitty tee shirt, as the guy slid his hands up and down her leg. The other guy seated with them seemed to be turned on by this, his eyes locked on them.

“Alex. Hey.” Jill greeted her friend in that sexy little voice of hers that she uses whenever she is around a guy. “Alex, this is Ryan,” she said, slapping the leg of the guy she sat on. Ryan gave her a slight nod. “And this, is Mike.” Mike had a full head of chocolate brown hair that fell just above his sky-blue eyes. “Guys, this is Alex.” Alex smiled at the sound of her name, and slid into the booth besides Mike. The dinner went all right, consisting mostly of Jill and Ryan’s sex talk while Alex and Mike just sat there. Then, all of a sudden, Jill stood up and grabbed her coat.

“Where are you going?” Alex asked, a hint of panic in her voice.

“I’m leaving. You three don’t need me here.”

“Are you just going to leave your date?”

“Oh, he’s not my date, Alex, he’s yours.”

“I thought Mike was my date.”

“They both are,” Jill smiled. “I was just playing with Ryan’s package, hope you don’t mind. They’re both yours, enjoy.” She gave a devilish little laugh, tossed her curls, and left.

“So,” Alex said nervously. Mike leaned towards her, and suddenly Alex felt something creep into her mouth, his tongue. At age nineteen, she had never been kissed before, unless you call the kiss her and her prom date, Allen Greene, had shared a kiss. As she closed her eyes, she felt a hand slid down the back of her pants, fumbling with her red G-string that Jill had bought for her. When Mike moved away, she noticed his hands were neatly displayed in his lap and that Ryan had moved his seat. She jerked forward as she felt Ryan run his finger along her ass crack.

“Want to get out of here?” Mike asked. “My apartment is just a few minutes away.” Ryan mumbled a yes and Alex just grunted. Ryan threw some money on the table and they sprung out of the restaurant.

Mike unlocked his black truck and they climbed in. Ryan slid into the backseat and pulled Alex onto his lap, prying open her legs, putting one on each side of him so that they faced each other. Alex, feeling naughty, pushed her hand down his jeans, underneath his boxers, and began to slide her hand down his cock, massaging it as she went along. Ryan groaned in approval. He bent forward and kissed her, and again Alex felt a tongue slide around in her mouth. This went on for what seemed like seconds when Mike yelled out that they were here.

The moment the threesome got inside Mike’s apartment, they ran to the bedroom, following Mike’s lead. As soon as they entered, Mike picked up Alex and threw her on the bed, and began to unbutton her jeans. Ryan disappeared for a few minutes, but neither seemed to notice.

“Do it with your teeth!” Alex yelled. Mike succumbed and bent his head down, wrapping his mouth around the zipper, and slid it down with his teeth. When her fly was open, he pulled down her jeans, leaving her legs exposed except for her white socks and red G-string. Mike slid down to her feet and began to kiss up her legs until he got to her panties. With his pinkies curved, he dragged down her wet G-string, and tossed it up in the air. At this time, Ryan had reappeared with something in his hand, which he put on the counter. He tapped his friend, who was busy yanking off Alex’s tank top and then unhooking her bra with his teeth, something that seemed to turn her on.

Alex laid on the bed, completely nude except for her little white socks as Mike and Ryan, who had both shed their shirts, had a brief conference. When they were done, Ryan shook something in his hand and then sprayed whipped cream all over Alex’s sweaty body until he had covered her entirely. When he was done, the two guys sat down at the bed, Ryan at her ankles and Mike up at her neck.

Ryan began to lick her legs upward, Alex thanking God that she had remembered to shave that morning. He swirled around her knees, and then made his way to her way to her vagina. When he had successfully licked away all of the whipped cream on the lips of her cunt, he pulled them apart, pushing his head down further. Using his tongue as an ore, he paddled around in her Bermuda Triangle, as Alex screamed out in delighted, her right leg twitching. All of these feelings flooded her head. Part of her wanted to push him off, but the rest of her wanted to shove him down deeper, so that he could explore all parts of the neglected territory. He pushed on, and she cried out when he hit the magic spot.

“Holy shit! I gotta pee! I gotta pee!” Alex cried. “Get off, I have to go the bathroom!” She yelled to them. Mike was busy licking the whipped cream off of her tits, which was in its self a wonderfully erotic feeling. Alex had never been touched like this before, and she loved it.

‘Oh fuck!’ Alex said to herself. Distracted by the warm feeling of Mike’s lips on her nipple, she forgot to hold it in and was positive that she had peed all over Ryan’s face. Instead, he picked his head up to look at he, with what looked like whipped cream on his face.

“Alex, you’ve got sweet cum.”

“What?” Alex asked confused. She thought that only guys could cum.

“See this white stuff on my face? That’s cum, baby.”

“Oh, shit,” was all she could say. She didn’t have to go to the bathroom after all; that burning sensation inside of her was just an attempt to cum. “Now, I want to see the two of you cum. Mike, Ryan, go stand over there,” she pointed, directing them to stand in front of her. They did so obediently. “Pull down your pants, but leave on your boxers.” They did this as well. “Now, I want each of you to pull down the other’s boxers with your teeth.” They both looked at her in disbelief. “You want head, don’t you?” Apparently they did, and Mike got down on his knees and pulled down Ryan’s red boxers, exposing Ryan’s large cock. It was the first one Alex had ever seen, except for the diagrams in Sex Ed. She was inching to put it in her mouth. Then Ryan got down on his knees and pulled down Mike’s gray boxers with his teeth. Just seeing their dicks hanging out filled Alex with the desire to piss.

They turned toward Alex, their delicious cocks hanging out, aching to be touched. Alex had a better idea in store. “Now, Ryan, I want you to rub Mike’s as Mike rubs yours. Do it, and you’ll be rewarded.” They obeyed, and each placed a shaky hand on the other’s shaft stroking it. Alex tossed her blonde hair back, her legs upon, as she pushed her hips forward, touching herself. She had never seen something so exciting before; this was almost as good as the feeling of Ryan eating her out. Again, she felt the burning sensation in her pussy. When they pulled their hands away, they looked to Alex like two little kids in search of a pat on the back for a good deed.

Alex got down on her knees and crawled over to Mike and wrapped her lips around his cock, sliding it in further and further and then sucking it like a tootsie pop. With her free hand, she ran her soft fingers along Ryan’s until it felt hard, and then some. Then she switched, pulling her mouth away and moving it to Ryan’s cock. “I’m gonna cum!” Mike shouted.

“What you, Ryan?” Alex asked.

“Almost.”

“Hold it in, Mike.” Alex licked the tip of Ryan’s cock until he too shouted out that he was going to cum. “I want you both to cum on me, at the same time.” Alex moaned as they sprayed their cum all over her naked body, drowning her tits in it. When they finished, Alex went back to sucking Ryan’s cock, as Mike ate her out. It was hard to concentrate on Ryan because the feeling of Mike was so outrageous. When she felt the need to pee, she did not hold back, and let her sweet cum slide into Mike’s open mouth.

When everyone’s oral sex desires and needs were pretty much fulfilled, they moved onto the bed, as Mike directed. Mike lied down on the bed and Alex saddled on top of him, feeling his hot sweaty skin press into hers. As she gazed into Mike’s eyes, her mouth opened wide as she suddenly felt something shoot up her pussy: Mike’s cock. Her eyes bulged out as he began to ride her, slow at first and then faster and faster.

“Holy fuck!” Alex cried, rocking her hips to the beat. Then, Alex felt something penetrate her ass as Ryan sat behind her, sticking his shaft into her tight little ass. At first it hurt like a bitch, but she soon came to love it. The feeling of Mike fucking her from the front and Ryan from the back was an ecstasy above all others. They soon found a rhythm that seemed to please everyone.

They all lied next to one another, naked, panting, trying to catch their breath. Exhausted, they all climbed underneath the sheets, and feel asleep

GUILTY

Andrea couldn't believe how guilty she felt, how unbelievably awful. The feeling of having done something terrible—something unforgivable—was worse than anything she'd ever experienced before. Then again, what she'd done was worse than anything she'd ever done before.

Andrea was 29, and her husband Peter was 31. They'd been married for six years—six years that had been as happy as any time in Andrea's life. Peter was smart, funny, incredibly loving, thoughtful, and her entire family adored him. Her mom kept telling Andrea how lucky she was, and Andrea was inclined to agree.

But that hadn't stopped her from sleeping with another man--taking him upstairs into the marital bed and fucking him for half the night.

She sat at the kitchen table in her bathrobe, holding her coffee cup and gazing out the back window without seeing anything. How could she have done this? Should she tell Peter about it? Was there any chance her marriage could survive her adultery?

To say the least, cheating on Peter had been the last thing on her mind when she headed over to Leo and Diana's party. They lived three houses down the street, and were Peter and Andrea's best friends. Diana loved to entertain—it seemed that she and her husband had Saturday night parties almost once a month. Andrea and Peter were always invited, and on a number of occasions when Peter's business trips kept him away over the weekend Andrea went by herself.

Neither she nor Peter saw anything untoward in this—he trusted her completely, and the party was full of people they'd known since they'd moved to Shaker Heights. Peter felt bad about having to be away so much, and it pleased him that Andrea had a chance to do something fun.

Nothing was special about the most recent party: there was a variety of great finger foods on the buffet, there was lots of beer and wine, there was lively music and dancing, and there was easy, sometimes flirtatious conversation. Nearly everyone at the party had met before, and the atmosphere was relaxed and festive.

But one thing was different: Diana's cousin James was visiting from Los Angeles, and he seemed instantly drawn to Andrea. After Diana introduced them to one another he chatted with her several times, and they danced a few times as well. James was a slim, attractive man of about 35; he had come to Cleveland to meet with a client of his electronics firm, and since he was in town over the weekend Diana naturally invited him to the party.

As the evening wore on and Andrea had a few drinks, she became aware of James's interest in her—and aware that she was enjoying it. Nothing ever went on at Diana's parties beyond some harmless flirting and some sensual slow-dancing with another person's husband, but James twice took the opportunity to dance with Andrea in the darkened living room, holding her close enough that she could feel his erection. She giggled to herself, flattered by his interest.

Tipsy as she was, she even allowed herself the fantasy of sneaking off with him and finding a private bedroom; but it was nothing more than the idle fantasy of a woman away from her husband for the evening.

At about midnight, James thanked Diana and Leo for the party, then found Andrea and drew her aside in the kitchen. "I've got to head back to my hotel. Thanks for the dancing and the conversation—I really enjoyed being with you."

His words were nothing beyond polite, but as he spoke them he looked into Andrea's eyes with a directness and an intensity that made her shiver. He wanted her, and she knew it with as much certainty as if he'd said, "come back to the hotel with me".

Then with a slightly ironic smile, he took her hand and kissed it gently, before heading out the front door. Andrea sagged against the kitchen counter. She was aware how turned-on she was, and felt relieved that James was now safely gone. She had to admit to herself that she was slightly disappointed, too.

At 12:35 Andrea said her goodbyes and strolled back to her house, pleasantly high and thinking about James. He had certainly been an attractive man.

She stopped, dumbfounded, when she found him sitting in a chair on her front porch, apparently waiting for her. Unable to speak at first, she just stared at him blankly.

"Hi," he said pleasantly. "Could I trouble you for a cup of coffee? I'm not sure I should drive back to the hotel just yet. I had several beers tonight."

Alarm bells were ringing inside Andrea's head, but at the same time his request seemed so reasonable. She didn't want him to drive drunk and get into an accident.

"Sure, I...I'd be glad to. Come on in."

Ten minutes later they were sitting companionably at her kitchen table, drinking coffee and continuing the pleasant conversation they'd had at the party. Andrea began to feel she'd misread him; perhaps all he really wanted was some coffee.

But when he got up, put the cups in the sink, and turned to her, she realized she'd been right the first time.

"I didn't just come for the coffee," he said seriously. "I couldn't let my evening with you end, Andrea—and I didn't want to do anything indiscreet in front of everyone at the party."

She blushed. "I...you should go, James."

"Yes," he said, moving to her. "I probably should. But I don't want to go—and I don't think you want me to go, either."

James pulled her gently to her feet and took her hand. Before she could react he was dancing with her, moving around the kitchen while humming one of the songs they'd danced to at the party. She wanted to tell him to stop, or just pull away from him; but it felt terrific to be in his arms. She let her eyes close, and kept dancing.

After a few minutes, James stopped, took Andrea's face in his two hands, looked directly into her eyes, and kissed her. She froze, feeling his lips on hers, then pulled away in shock.

They looked at one another, neither one speaking. Then James leaned forward and kissed her again. The second kiss lasted longer, and before it ended Andrea was tightly in his arms, and his tongue was exploring in her mouth. It seemed to happen so fast that she didn't have time to think about what she was doing. All she was aware of was the feeling of his lips, his arms around her, his erection pushing into her belly.

When James broke the kiss it was only to pick her up and seat her on the kitchen counter, whereupon he spread her legs apart and stepped forward between them to kiss her again.

"James, I...we...can't..." He waited, looking at her with desire obvious on her face; but Andrea didn't know how to finish the sentence. Then his lips were on hers again, and she groaned as his tongue returned to her mouth.

James stroked and caressed her as they kissed. His hands gently touched her breasts, first through her blouse and then slipping up underneath her bra to tease her already-hard nipples. It was midsummer, so when his hand touched her knee and slid upwards he had no pantyhose to contend with, just a delicate pair of panties.

He stroked and tickled her pussy through the panties, feeling her wetness, feeling her hips begin to move in response to his caresses. By now Andrea had her arms tightly around James's neck, pulling him closer, and was groaning with pleasure into his mouth. The thought of stopping him seemed to have disappeared from her mind.

In a few minutes more Andrea was soaking wet and breathing heavily. Without a word James pulled her towards him and picked her up under her butt, carrying her towards the stairs with her legs wrapped around his back. He found the master bedroom, gently set her down on the bed, lay down beside her and resumed his caresses.

In retrospect, Andrea thought the next morning, this is when she might have stopped him—SHOULD have stopped him. Her head had cleared slightly as he carried her, and she recalled with shame that she had said to herself, "not in our bedroom". But she had done nothing to stop James, and once his hands renewed their exploration of her body she quit thinking entirely.

James's foreplay was tender and patient. He managed to get Andrea's and his own clothes off without ever stopping his touching and kissing. Once they were both naked he lay pressed against her side, his lips tantalizing her nipples while his fingers foraged inside her, emerging sometimes to transfer the wetness from her pussy to her aching clit. He skillfully brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Andrea could remember her breath coming in moans, her hips rolling as she waited for him to finish her.

When Andrea felt as though she were only seconds from exploding, James slipped on top of her. His hard cock felt like hot steel as he slowly pushed his way inside her. When he was all the way in he pressed his groin against her, rotating his hips slowly to put pressure on her clit, and within seconds Andrea was wailing and pumping at him as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

James stopped, and the couple savored the feeling of one another's bodies in silence. When he felt that Andrea had relaxed from her climax he began to thrust. It was gentle and careful at first, but gradually James's patience left him and his strokes became faster and more powerful.

Andrea had felt totally drained after her first orgasm; yet to her shock after several minutes she could feel another climax approaching. James's regular, unrelenting thrusts took her higher, higher, and finally she screamed as she came again, tightening her fingers frantically against the muscles of his back. A few moments later James shot into her with a roar, pushing desperately over and over as he unloaded his cum.

James rolled off next to Andrea and pulled her close; they lay together in silence as their excitement ebbed. Had she been sober, she would undoubtedly have been overwhelmed by guilt. But at that moment, she just felt drained and satisfied. It hadn't been cosmic sex—it hadn't been the greatest sex of her life, or better than what she had with Peter. But it had been terrific! "I feel fantastic!", she said to herself, and within minutes she was asleep.

She awoke in the middle of the night, still somewhat drunk. She was on her side, and James was behind her, spooning her, his cock once again erect and buried inside her. His hands gently caressed her breasts. It felt good, and she moaned gently to let him know she was awake.

Without a word spoken, James began thrusting into her. This was a slow, dreamy fuck. Andrea wasn't even sure if she was awake the whole time; she didn't climb towards orgasm, but just enjoyed the pleasure he was giving her. She felt him accelerate, felt his breath coming faster against the back of her neck, and felt the spasms in his cock as he came into her again. Then she drifted back to sleep.

When Andrea awoke again it was nearly 10am, and she was alone. She started awake in a panic, instantly remembering the previous night. Oh My God! she thought. What have I done? Where is James? What the hell am I going to do now?

The bed was empty, and James's clothes were gone. She grabbed her robe and raced downstairs, to find a fresh pot of coffee and a brief note.

* * * *

"Andrea: Thank you for a magical night. It was one of the most special, most wonderful things that has ever happened to me. You are so beautiful and sexy, and loving you was like a dream come true.

"I didn't want to embarrass or upset you by being here when you awoke today. I will be back at my hotel (here he left the phone number) until later this afternoon. I would love to see you again, but if you would prefer not I completely understand.

"Of course I will never speak about this to Diana or anyone. But it will always be a perfect memory for me.

"Fondly, James"

* * * *

Andrea sat back in her chair. She realized how relieved she was, and how grateful for James's considerateness and delicacy. She did NOT want to see him again, then or ever! And facing him that morning would have been a torment.

James had been aggressive, but Andrea knew she couldn't blame him for taking advantage of her. She'd been tipsy, yes—but she'd also been very turned-on. There had been several chances for her to stop him, and she hadn't taken them. Thank God, thank God, thank God she was on the pill!

Sitting there in her bathrobe, feeling her tangled hair, aware of the stickiness on her pussy and thighs, Andrea was overcome by a wave of guilt. She loved her husband—in fact, she adored him! How could she have done this to him? And what the hell was she going to do now?

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By the time Peter got home, at about 8pm on Monday, Andrea had turned her guilt into action. She'd showered away every trace of James; she'd changed the sheets and aired out the bedroom; she'd cleaned up the house; she'd left work early on Monday and cooked Peter's favorite chicken dish for their dinner; and she'd pulled the sexiest of her sexy nighties out of the back of her underwear drawer.

She thought that wearing it while she greeted him at the door would be a bit too obvious, and she was terrified that he'd realize she was feeling guilty. Andrea had decided that the only thing she could do was to forget about her night with James, never tell Peter or anyone else about it, and devote herself to making it up to him. Why hurt Peter needlessly? She would be the best, most loving wife in the world, and he'd reap the benefits of her terrible mistake.

So the dinner was on the table with a cover on to keep it hot, and the nightie was hanging in the master bathroom for later, when a weary Peter got out of the cab and trudged towards his front door.

He was greeted by a rapturous hug from Andrea. She kissed him, murmured how much she'd missed him and how glad she was to see him, kissed him again, and drew him into the kitchen. Peter was very tired, but smiled broadly at the sight of the beautiful dinner laid out before him, the wine-glasses, the special napkins.

"All this for just another business trip? Thank you sweetie—I never expected such a lovely welcome."

Andrea blushed a little, but said only, "I...just missed you something extra this time, baby. And I wanted to make sure you know how much I need you."

They enjoyed their meal, with Andrea listening to Peter's stories of his trip, the successes and the frustrations, his hopes for the contacts he made. Usually his trips ended on Fridays; but occasionally, like this time, he'd had to stay over in Denver for an important client meeting on Monday. She made sure he had plenty to eat and plenty of wine; and when they'd finished their dessert she said, "grab that bag and come upstairs with me, honey. I can see you're exhausted."

Peter kicked off his shoes and collapsed on the bed, lying comfortably on his back. Andrea said "I'll be just a minute," and disappeared into the bathroom. He was well on his way towards sleep when she emerged, but his eyes opened wide at the sight of her. The nightie's transparent panels only pretended to hide her nipples, and the bush of her pubic hair was clearly visible through the thin black material.

Peter smiled broadly, and said, "it sure is good to be home!"

He sat up and started to unbutton his shirt, but Andrea gently pushed him back down, murmuring, "let me, baby—you just relax."

She made the job of getting Peter's clothes off a sensual pleasure, stroking each part of him as it emerged from his clothes. By the time he was naked Peter had an erection that felt like a steel pipe.

Grinning at him, Andrea began to tease, sliding her breasts over Peter's chest, running her hands around his cock and balls, occasionally slipping up to give him long, sweet kisses, her tongue ravishing his mouth. Then she settled down to a loving blowjob; but it wasn't long before Peter was desperate to come, his hips jerking almost uncontrollably, his breathing heavy.

"Jesus, Andy, let me get inside you!" he croaked.

With a smile she straddled his hips, pulled her nightie up out of the way, and eased herself down on his straining cock. She groaned with pleasure—it had never felt so big and hard before!

Their lovemaking didn't last very long because Peter was so excited, and Andrea didn't have time to come before he exploded into her, but it still left her feeling as happy as she'd ever been. They cuddled together, quietly speaking words of love to one another, and in minutes Peter was fast asleep.

Andrea was relieved and serene—sure of Peter's love for her, sure that she had re-connected with him and shown him how much she loved him, sure that her horrible mistake was firmly in the past.

For the next couple of days Peter continued to find himself treated like a king at home: his favorite dinners, a wife going out of her way to be playful and loving and sexy. Tuesday night in bed was a more energetic repeat of Monday, with a lengthy 69; and on Wednesday they didn't make love but cuddled together, watching an old Humphrey Bogart movie on TV that Andrea knew was one of Peter's favorites. He went off to work each day with a big smile on his face and the feeling of Andrea's sweet kiss on his lips.

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It was Thursday at 1:27pm when it all fell apart.

Peter was in a sales meeting that, even by the standards of sales meetings, was boring beyond belief. He'd been going to these for four years and the droning speeches, the exhortations and the warnings from top management never changed. Usually he passed the time by selecting and re-selecting his all-time baseball All-Star team. Yogi Berra or Johnny Bench behind the plate? And how could he omit Joe D in center field—but what then would he do with Willie Mays, move him to left? Because Babe Ruth HAD to be in right field....

Today, though, he was daydreaming about Andrea. Boy, had she been a firecracker this week! Ever since he got home from Denver, she'd been feeding him and loving him and fucking him like a champ! It was almost as if....

Peter cut off his thoughts suddenly, as if too terrified by what the rest of the sentence would bring. But he couldn't stop the words from leaking into his consciousness: "...as if she were feeling guilty about something."

All awareness of the sales meeting now gone, Peter considered what might be making Andrea guilty, and his mind leapt almost instantaneously to the worst mistake of his life: the time two years earlier when he'd been unfaithful to her, on a business trip to Phoenix.

He mentally replayed the terrible guilt and remorse he had felt, and the way he had come home two days later determined to make it up to Andrea. He'd taken her to her favorite restaurant for a surprise dinner, he'd bought a stunning aquamarine bracelet and given it to her the next weekend—pretending he had gotten it on his trip—and in general he'd given her all the devotion, affection and consideration he could manage.

He'd done so much, in fact, that after a week Peter was suddenly terrified that Andrea might suspect something, so he'd toned it down. He left his dirty socks on the floor, and did a couple of other trivial but inconsiderate things, just enough he hoped so that Andrea would feel he was still the same imperfect husband she'd married.

Now, Peter's mind was spinning. If Andrea had done some small thing she felt bad about, like putting a dent in the car or splurging on a dress, she would have confessed by now, especially after the last few days of softening him up. So it had to be something pretty terrible, something she intended never to tell him about...and he could only think of one thing it could be.

Suddenly Peter was aware that the room had fallen silent. He looked up and saw everyone gazing towards him expectantly. Ron from accounting spoke. "I said, do those figures seem about right, Peter?"

Peter's stomach heaved without warning, and he knew he was going to be sick. "I'm sorry," he blurted out, "it must be something I ate for lunch," and without pausing he ran out the door of the conference room and into the men's room. Within seconds the remains of his most recent meal left his stomach as he retched into one of the toilets.

t was more than twenty minutes before his stomach calmed down enough for him to stagger to his feet, wash his face, and leave the men's room. The meeting had broken up. Peter retrieved his papers, left them on his desk, and told the Sales Department secretary he was going home for the afternoon.

Julie looked at him sympathetically and said, "I hope it's nothing serious, Peter. You do look a little green around the edges!"

Peter found that he had to force himself to concentrate on his driving. Twice the light changed without his noticing, and drivers behind him made sure that their horns were working properly. All that filled his mind was the most terrible, most upsetting image he'd ever experienced: Andrea beneath another man in the act of love, sighing and moaning, rolling her hips up at him, kissing him deeply, then coming explosively.

When he got home Peter went straight to the bedroom and stripped, leaving his clothes on the floor. He quickly brushed his teeth to get the sour taste out of his mouth, then headed for bed. He was exhausted.

But his thoughts and fears wouldn't let him rest. The image of Andrea with another man tormented him, and before long he was weeping, unable to control the feelings of loss and pain that welled up in him.

Peter knew that he had done the same thing—that he was as guilty as he now believed Andrea was. He also knew, from his own much-regretted infidelity, how easy it was to find yourself in bed with a stranger. And he knew that it in no way changed the overwhelming affection he felt for his wife. Presumably she still loved him as much as ever, or why the royal treatment ever since his return?

But these rational thoughts scarcely stood a chance against his pain. Seeing Andrea's ecstasy while another man pumped into her, the images playing like a nightmarish porn film inside his head, made it hard to focus on anything else. Peter had a long, miserable hour before he finally managed to sleep.

When he awoke it was nearly 5:30. Andrea would be home soon—and he had to decide how he was going to handle the situation. As he rapidly re-made the bed, hung up his clothes and jumped into the shower, Peter realized that he wasn't yet ready to confront her. By the time he was drying himself off, he knew that he'd have to dissemble for a couple of days, play the loving and unsuspecting husband until he'd worked out a plan.

The next 36 hours were among the strangest in their marriage. A husband and wife, both very much in love, both secretly tormented by their private thoughts, treating one another with great affection. Yet both were uncomfortable, and guilty, about their dissembling.

It was actually far worse for Peter. Andrea still excoriated herself in private for what she had done with James, but she was comforted by two thoughts. First, she knew that she would never, ever cheat on Peter again. It had been a momentary thrill, but an utterly trivial pleasure compared with the guilt and remorse she felt afterwards—the phrase "just not worth it" captured her feelings perfectly. Second, she was increasingly sure that everything was fine between her and her husband. Their bond seemed tighter than ever this week, as he responded to her expressions of affection and sexual desire with similar affection and eagerness.

Peter, though, was in agony. Pretending that he was fine was the hardest thing he'd ever done—harder even than concealing his guilt after his own fling. He couldn't stop imagining Andrea with her anonymous lover, and the awareness of his own conduct didn't prevent him from suffering terrible feelings of hurt and betrayal. Had the other man been better-hung than he was, a more exciting lover? Had he made Andrea wish she'd married someone else, or just that she could fuck the guy again?

For that matter, how could Peter know that she'd only strayed once? Could this possibly be a continuing affair, despite her obvious love for her husband? Or was it not really love at all—just guilt, or pity, or an apology for cuckolding him?

By Saturday afternoon, his moodiness and worry exceeded his ability to conceal it, and Andrea asked him about it over lunch.

"What's bothering you, Peter? Usually when you have something on your mind you just say it—but I can see that something is rattling around in there." She smiled fondly at him as she spoke. Andrea had no concern that what was bothering her husband had anything to do with her indiscretion—the loving week they'd had together had relieved her mind of that worry.

Peter gazed at her, his heart full of love, guilt, pain, and worry. He'd been waiting for the perfect time to have this awful conversation. It didn't feel so perfect to him now, but he realized there wasn't much point in waiting.

He looked at her and spoke gently. "Was this the first time you cheated on me?"

Andrea looked at him in shock. "Peter, I...I don't know what you're talking about!"

He just smiled, so sweetly and so sadly that tears came to her eyes. "Honey, you don't have to lie to me. That would be the worst thing of all. Let's just talk about what happened, OK?"

Suddenly she was sobbing, her head in her hands. "I'm so sorry! I didn't....it...I never meant to do it, Peter! It was just once, I swear, one stupid mistake last Saturday night.

"I'd give anything to take it back, anything not to hurt you."

She cried into her hands, and when Peter came around the kitchen table to hold her, stroking her hair gently, she just cried harder. It was several minutes before she could calm down a little, and catch her breath.

She looked up at him, very afraid; then shocked to see him smiling sadly, not glaring at her in fury.

"I understand more than you think I do, honey," he said, quietly. Then, taking her hand, "why don't we go sit in the living room and talk?"

Feeling numb, empty and afraid, she allowed Peter to lead her to the living room and get her settled on the couch. He pulled up a chair and sat across from her. Leaning forward, he took her hand again.

"Before we go any further, I have to tell you something. I love you far too much to pretend I'm morally superior. About two years ago in Phoenix I had a one-night stand. Since then I have regretted it with every part of me. I came home, determined to just forget it and to make you the happiest wife in the world.

"And I would never have mentioned it, until...until now. But it's not fair to let you think you're the only guilty party."

Andrea began to cry. "I...I don't believe this. Peter, how could you do this to me? I love you so much, and..."

Suddenly the absurdity of her resentment struck her, and she cried harder. Without warning she leapt up from the couch and ran for the stairs.

Peter cried out, "honey, wait!" but she ignored him. In a minute he could hear the bedroom door slam, and he sighed heavily. After a few minutes he went back into the kitchen, picked up the rest of his lunch, and took it outside to a chair in the backyard. When he finished eating he just stared out at the dogwood trees, trying hard to think about nothing.

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After about an hour he heard the back door open, and Andrea pulled up a chair to sit facing him. She had washed her face and brushed her hair, but her eyes were red and she still looked terribly upset.

"Peter, I.... I'm just so sorry. I love you, and I'm so very sorry."

"I know," he said, and took her hand. "I love you too—and believe me, I'm sorry too, for all of it."

They were silent, and then he pulled her onto his lap, where she burrowed her head against his neck and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

"How are we ever going to get past this?" she whispered.

"Two ways," he replied quietly. "Talking, and making love. Lots of both, I think—in either order."

She pulled away to look into his eyes, and said, "I just can't...make love yet, Peter. It's too soon, and my head is full of pictures of you with...whoever it was in Phoenix.

"Was she beautiful? Were her tits bigger than mine, did she turn you on more than I do?" Suddenly Andrea was crying again, and he held her close, stroking her hair.

"How could you do it?" she cried. "How could you...just jump into some other woman's bed. Don't you know how much I adore you?

"God, I know I sound like an idiot, Peter, given what I did, but I can't help it! Thinking about you with someone else is tearing me apart!"

Then she cried harder, while he held her, comforting her with little murmurs, feeling her pain and his own. Smiling to himself at how ridiculous their situation was.

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"Let me tell you about Phoenix first, okay? There actually isn't too much to tell."

They were still in the backyard, sitting side-by-side in two chairs, and Andrea was clutching his hand tightly. She just nodded, her eyes fixed on his face.

"It was after a routine sales meeting with Tychron. I had dinner with two of their usual guys, the ones I always do business with, and they'd brought along a new colleague named Noelle, so that she could learn about our contract with them.

"The meeting had gone exceptionally well—I was authorized to provide a 10% discount on our stuff since this was our fourth contract with them, and they realized that they would look good to their superior in the purchasing department, so we were all feeling cheerful. We went to a very nice restaurant, and had three bottles of wine or so.

"So we were all pretty high, and for no reason I can figure out Noelle seems to have decided I was attractive. As we had dessert and coffee she started sliding her bare foot up and down my leg under the table. I was completely shocked—and I tried to ignore it, but I didn't want to say anything in front of Michael and Ted. Then when they got ready to leave Noelle said she would stay a little longer—she wanted to learn more from me about our business, and how the previous contracts had been structured.

"All of a sudden we were alone, sitting side-by-side in this nice restaurant, and now Noelle had a hand on my knee! I reminded her I was a married man and asked her to stop. But she just grinned, and said she was 'only playing'."

Peter glanced at Andrea, but she remained silent, looking at him very seriously.

"The rest is pretty predictable. I wanted to get out of there—I was aroused and pretty tipsy, but I knew I couldn't do anything with Noelle. She volunteered to give me a ride to my hotel, and when we got there she parked and walked right in with me.

"I'm so sorry, Andrea—I...I had every opportunity to stop her. It would have been easy, though I would have had to be pretty forceful. But...I just didn't.

"We got up to my room, and in five minutes we were naked and fucking on the bed."

Andrea knew this was where the story was headed all along—but actually hearing it still hurt.

"Was she good? Was she better than I am? Younger and sexier and hotter?" Tears showed on her cheeks.

"No, baby." Peter took her hand and kissed it. "It was drunken, thoroughly ordinary sex. It was exciting, because it was someone new and she was really into it. But as soon as we were done I felt terrible—awful! She wanted to cuddle, and stay for a while and do it again later, but I felt too guilty. I know it pissed her off, but I got her to get dressed and leave after a few minutes."

"And then I cursed myself, spent the rest of that weekend feeling like shit, and flew home determined to make it up to you. To be the best husband in the world, someone worthy of you. And never to breathe a word of it."

They sat for a minute, and Andrea said, "that's what I decided too. 'I did this awful thing—but I won't make it worse by letting Peter know and hurting him so deeply. I'll just love him to death, and make it up to him'."

"Can you tell me about it now? You said it was Saturday night. God forbid it was someone we know, from Diana's party?"

Andrea quickly told him the whole story, watching fearfully as Peter looked away from her and his jaw tightened. When she was done she just waited.

Finally he turned back to her. "Sounds like it was pretty hot, babe," he said in a cold voice. "Too bad he doesn't live closer than LA, so you could get another crack at him."

Andrea jumped to her feet, pulling her hand away from his. "That's not fair!" she cried. "I told you it wasn't anything so special! It was sex, damn it—sex like you and that slut Noelle had. And it was fun and I enjoyed it, Peter!

"I was drunk and being with someone else was exciting and yes, he made me come! So what—Noelle made you come, didn't she?

"And I've felt like shit ever since then, and done everything I could think of to show you how much I love you and want you. James has got nothing you don't have, Peter! And he doesn't have me, either—you do! Unless you don't want me any more..."

Her voice trailed off into silence, and they sat some time without speaking, turned a little away from one another, both lost in their own thoughts.

At last Peter turned to her, and forced a smile. She could see the traces of a few tears on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said. "You are absolutely right.

"It's just that...well, I can't help having two feelings. They're all jumbled up in my head, and it's hard to sort them out.

"The first is the pain of knowing that another man got to...to love you. I can't stop seeing you with him, imagining your pleasure, seeing you kissing him, holding him—seeing him fucking you, turning you on."

He got up and started to pace.

"It just tears me up—and it frightens me. What if you decide that other men are really what you need? What if...what if I'm not enough for you any more?"

She got up and went to her husband, silently putting her arms around his waist from behind and pressing herself against him—offering a wordless answer.

"The second feeling, of course, is that I'm just as guilty as you—I did it too. And I of all people know now how easy it is to make that mistake. I wouldn't have thought I could be tempted into such a goddam stupid thing, but I was; and I fell."

Still holding him, she said, "Peter, I swear to you that you're all the man I want. You said you felt terrible after...after fucking Noelle? Well it took me a little longer—until the next morning. Maybe I was drunker than you.

"But nobody has ever felt worse that I did that morning! And if you have any fears that this will happen again, trust me—now that I've been through both sides of this, my own guilt and then imagining you with somebody else—all I can say is, never again. Never never never."

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They took a walk around the neighborhood, Andrea's arm linked through Peter's, strolling slowly, not talking. Occasionally she'd squeeze his arm with her hand, or he'd stop for a moment and kiss her hair.

When they got back to the house it was nearly dinnertime. Andrea said, "how about cheese and bread, and some soup?"

Peter nodded, and without speaking further, they moved smoothly around the kitchen. Peter got out some cheese they both liked, and sliced the French bread. He opened a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. Andrea got the homemade soup from earlier in the week out of the refrigerator and heated it up.

They sat side-by-side at the kitchen table, eating and smiling at one another, neither of them feeling the need to say anything. When they were done, Andrea put the dishes in the sink while Peter corked the wine. Then, without a word being said, they took each other's hand and headed for the bedroom.

Making love was tentative at first, a little careful. Peter could see Andrea was nervous, and he himself had more trouble getting an erection than usual. It seemed like it might all go wrong, until Peter said, "why don't we just get under the covers and cuddle?"

They lay together for a while, Peter on his back, Andrea on her side nestled tightly into his body, both of them half-asleep, enjoying one another's warmth. When Peter began to touch her he went slowly, tracing circles on her back with his hand, then sliding down to her hip, her thigh, and back up again.

After a few minutes he gently rolled her onto her back, and turned on his side next to her. Kissing her lips, her cheek, her ear, her neck, he caressed her breasts gently with his hand, taking his time, waiting for the little sounds of pleasure to come from her throat.

Later, he slid down to suckle her nipples, while his hand strayed between her legs, caressing her moist pussy and teasing her clit. He built the excitement slowly, enjoying her occasional groans and sighs, feeling her hands tighten in his hair as she got more aroused. He didn't stop when her breathing got heavy, and kept stroking her gently as her orgasm crested with a series of explosive gasps.

She jerked and spasmed, and he held her tightly in his arms. After more than a minute, she lay quietly, and opened her eyes to smile up at him. Her face was relaxed, happy.

She pulled his head down to hers for a long, deep kiss, then gently pushed him down on his back. Using both her hands, she caressed his chest and arms, then his belly, his thighs, and finally his cock and balls.

She lay with her head on his chest, as her teasing fingers brought his cock to a throbbing hardness. Then she threw back the covers and pulled him up on top of her. "Be inside me now, baby," she said.

He entered her slowly, groaning with the pleasure of her heat, and felt her thighs press tight against his hips. At first he held himself up on his elbows and they watched one another's eyes, enjoyed each other's excitement as he stroked in and out.

But as Peter got more excited, he lay fully on top of her, his head buried against her neck. Their motions accelerated, and he felt her hips pushing back harder against him with each thrust into her.

Peter knew he couldn't last much longer, and he could hear that Andrea was close too. She clutched him tight, and he heard her say, "you, baby, only you!" His orgasm shot through him, and in his ecstasy of pleasure he could feel her coming as well, her body twisting and heaving beneath him.

They lay on their sides, pressed close together. Andrea pulled back far enough to look into Peter's face, seeing the same peaceful, happy expression she felt on her own face. She kissed him, gently; then smiled at him and nestled her head back into his shoulder. They slept.

A PERFECT SEXUAL LIFE



Now i am decided to stay in hostel because now im turned into lesbo.

In hostel I got a room with three beds so I have to share with two other girls, out of the two girls one girl is new like me and another girl is our senior. I was very tired with the journey, and very uncomfortable as it's a new place,

I washed my face and started changing my dress to nightie, and I absorb that the senior girl Sangeeta is looking very curiously at me, and smiling. I fell shy, let me tell I'm a beautiful girl 18 years old fair, 5'6 height, 56kg weight and very big breast that can attract even the girls.

38 size, firm with dark brown nipples and pointed tits, with a good shape. My belly is round, deep and big. I'm having round beautiful ass. Long legs and good thighs, I removed my salwar kameez and I'm wearing only bra, which can't cover my big boobs and panties.

Sangeeta passed a comment wow you are beautiful, I received the complement with smile. Like all other collages in India in my collage also there was a ragging problem, around 10 pm at the night, my senior girls came to my room, there are six girls in that batch, they closed the doors.

First they caught the other new girl, who stays in my room and asked about her personal things, and asked to sing, dance etc, after Sangeeta introduced me to the girls. One of the girls asked about my bra size,

I fell shy, another girl squeezed my breast and said wow it's wonderful, and all other girls asked me to take of my nightie. I was helpless and I obey there order, and take off my nightie I was wearing pink colour bra and panties which is very suitable for my colour,

sangeeta asked take off bra, and I refused but one girl pulled my bra and my boobs came out. One girl pulled my panties, and all of them saw my clean shaved pussy, with long lips, "nice count" one other girl passed the comment. And they asked how you masturbate,

I said I won't. "tho kiske saat choodwayegi" one other girl asked, I got annoyed and shouted shat you bitch, she slap on my face and said "saali tere gand chodhungi", and she took off her cloths.

She is a beautiful girl with 34 size with black nipples, her unshaved pussy is having silky pubic hair, and she pushed me on the bed. I confused, I unable to understand what's happening, she started kissing on my lips and I started protesting her.

Sangeeta started squeezing my nipples and she also took off her dress, and other girls also become naked. The girl started kissing deeply with her tongue in my mouth, one girl started sacking my nipple and some others started licking my thighs.

My body becomes so light, and I started feeling like flying. That was my first kiss and I cooperated to that girl by opening my mouth, and she got from me. I was laying on bed naked, all other girls are around me with there naked bodies,

I felt so hot and started sweating, one girl smelled my under arms, and started licking my right breast and another girl from left. Two girls shared my thighs and one girl started licking my wet pussy.

I wanted to be fucked by someone. And I asked the girls to fuck. They took the promise that I will keep open my wet pussy for them, to fuck any time, and asked me to choose any of them as it's my first experience.

All of them are beautiful, but I choose Pooja. She is really a rare beauty, fair long dark hair, 5.5" height 36 size perfect breast with brown nipple, deep belly and sweet horny cont, with light silky hair.

All others appreciated my selection, and asked me to open my legs so that they can lick my pussy for that day. After squeezing my breast and ass, all are taken a kisses from me and they took the new girl to lick there pussy's.

Pooja, Sangeeta and me left alone in the room, Sangeeta said she is my bitch and I can do anything with her and she is going to sleep with me in the room. First time I kissed Pooja on her lips it was really very

sweet her boobs were very firm and I bite the nipples, sangeeta started licking my ass. And pooja with the dick (dildo) fucked my pussy with very fast jerks. That was my experiences in hostel.

KATE`s ADVENTURE

I liked my new outfit. Maybe it was silly but I've been called "too serious" by more than one of my friends. So deciding to break out a bit, I went shopping and came back with a short pleated skirt, sneakers -- real retro Keds, not running shoes -- and a short, loose halter top. When I got home and put them on, even I had to admit I didn't look anything like my real age of 21. I'm only five foot two so accenting my new look by pulling my hair back in a pony tail and putting on a ball cap really made me look younger. I laughed. Then I picked up my new book bag, pink with colorful cartoon characters on it. If my friends could see me now....

But they wouldn't. I was spending the summer in a special program far away from my university. I didn't know a soul which was part of the attraction. It was a chance to be outside my normal social scene and experiment, well that and the opportunity to get some great experience working for a small biotech company.

Today was Saturday and I was waiting for the bus to go to the city library. I tried to make a habit of spending a few hours there each week to read and study -- like my friends say, I'm too serious. I had a tiny apartment over a garage next to a house owned by an older and very religious couple. Luckily there was a bus stop right out front. It was the end of the line so when I got on the bus it was empty. Over the last few weeks I'd gotten to know the driver, Sam, since we always had a few minutes together before the next stop. When I ran my transit pass through the reader, he did a double take.

"Good Lord, it is you, Kate. I never would have ...."

I smiled and spun around showing off my outfit for him. "Like the new look?"

"I, well, yeah, sure," he stammered, "but what happened to the all-black thing you had goin'? I kinda thought you were into goth and all that."

I giggled and lied. "Oh, goth is so yesterday. I'm going to a party. It's just a costume. Do I look like a kid?"

"Hell, yes. And you better be careful twirling around like that. You're showin' more than you know. Not everybody's a happily married old man like me, you know."

I giggled and blushed. Well, I tried to blush, not sure that I pulled it off. "Isn't this a cool book bag?"

Sam scowled. "Yeah, but don't go trying to get into some movie for children's prices. You could do it looking like that, but it wouldn't be right." He shifted the bus into gear. As I walked down the aisle I heard him mutter, "Jesus, kids these days."

Normally I sat up front so we could talk. Today, though, I had a different plan and made my way to the back, taking a seat near the rear door where there were benches facing each other across the aisle. Two stops later a couple of older ladies got on and sat down in the front. A young guy that I had seen on the bus before entered too. He usually sat in the front but instead came to the back and sat across from me.

He said, "Hi."

"Hi there. You going to the high school like last time?"

"You remember that?"

"Not too many people on the bus way out here."

"Well, yeah, I've got track practice."

"In the summer?"

He sort of preened. "Yeah. I got a college scholarship for track and need to stay in shape."

"Ooo, that's really cool. You're like a star athlete then, and smart too." I was afraid I was laying it on too thick. I needn't have worried. He was male after all.

"Well, I don't know about star or smart. I'm just happy to have scholarship."

I'd been sitting with my bag on my lap. Putting it aside I leaned back and let my legs part. My skirt rose up my thighs and my new friend took in an eyeful of exposed thigh. To his credit his gaze returned to my face and he ask me where I was going.

"To the library."

"That's a long ride, all the way across town."

"How long do you think it'll take?" I asked.

"With all the stops, I'd guess 40 minutes or so."

"Wow, I guess I should relax and settle in." I put my hands behind my head and stretched one leg along the bench which had the combined affect of raising my halter to just below my breasts and revealing my new panties with Tweety Bird on the pubis. Not sure he got to see Tweety, but since his eyes briefly opened wide he surely got an eyeful of the white cotton stretched over my crotch. "So what's your name?" I asked.

"Er, Dave." I almost laughed, it was like he had to think about it.

"I'm Kate."

"Nice to meet you. Are you new in town. Haven't seen you on the bus before."

Perfect, I thought, he doesn't even recognize me. I told him, "Yeah, only moved here a little while ago. I like it well enough, only the summer's so hot." I pulled at the bottom of my halter as if needing to cool off and fanned it in and out. "I'm learning to wear less and less just to stay cool." He was openly staring now. I was hoping he could see the lower curve of my little breasts. They're just barely a B cup. I giggled as innocently as possible and said conspiratorially, "You know, sometimes I think the best solution would be to not wear panties."

Dave blushed and tried to cover it up with a laugh. "So why don't you? I'm sure lots of girls don't."

"Oh, that's so naughty. I'd have to be a lot more careful with my skirt, wouldn't I?"

"Ah, well, yeah. Guess so."

"Funny how I could wear a tiny bikini that hid almost nothing, but let people see your panties and they think your some kind of slut." He couldn't think of a response, so I went on, "Doesn't seem right to me. Take cheerleaders for example. Just because they wear panties the same color as their uniforms nobody cares if they can see them. Maybe I should find some plaid ones to wear with this skirt, but I thought this pair with Tweety on them was just too cute for words. Wanna see 'em?"

"Ah, er, I, ...," he stammered.

"What's the harm? We're not kids." I pulled up my skirt revealing Tweety in all his glory. "Cute, huh?"

"Um, yeah, very." Dave's face was bright red now.

"And compared to my bikini bottoms really modest too." I patted Tweety. "Without this little guy they're just be conservative cotton underwear." When I let my skirt down I made sure Tweety wasn't entirely hidden.

The bus slowed to a stop and a young couple got on. Dave watched nervously until they took seats in the front. When he turned back, I slipped a hand under my top and scratched between my breasts. "The heat sometimes makes me itch something fierce," I explained. "I thought a loose halter like this would help. Almost put on a tube top, the thin material is great. To tell you the truth, though, it's just too revealing if you know what I mean. Walk into an air conditioned room and the nipples pop right out. Might as well be naked."

I was just babbling now. His stop was coming up and my little game with him would have to end. It'd been fun teasing Dave. Manipulative? Well, yeah, but in a way he clearly enjoyed as evidenced by the bulge in his pants. I even pulled the cord to signal the driver to stop. Dave had certainly forgotten.

"I thought you were going to the library?"

"I am. But you said you where going to track practice and we're at the high school."

He looked crestfallen. "Oh right. Thanks." As the bus slowed he got up and said, "If you were only a few years older."

Giving him my best smile and dropping my childishness I told him, "Then I'd be 24. Looks can be deceiving. Ever notice the girl always dressed in black who rides this bus?"

The door opened and he paused on the step. I chuckled as the light dawned on him. "Jesus, now I see it. Well, thanks for the entertainment."

"Thanks for being a good sport, Dave. I'm looking forward to our next ride together."

I quickly rearranged my clothes and sat up properly with my bag again on my lap. Apparently some sort of summer program for kids had let out and a bunch of them were boarding the bus. Some noisy boys ran to the back and two girls sat across from me, one maybe 14 the other about 10.

As the bus pulled away from the curb, the older one said, "Gosh, those are really the coolest sneakers. Where'd you get them?"

"Thanks. I found them at that new store in the mall."

"I haven't been there yet."

"I like your book bag," the little one told me. I asked her if she knew the names of the cartoon characters on it, and she rattled right them off. We chatted for a couple stops, then they got off. It dawned on me that if I was dressed in my usual way they'd probably never had spoken to me.

All the kids were gone now, but we were picking up passengers at nearly every stop as we headed to the main hub where I would transfer to the line that went by the library. The test run with Dave had gone so well, I looked around wondering what mischief I could get into with this new outfit. Of the dozen or so passengers the two in the back seemed the best targets.

One appeared to be a thirty something family man who in spite of the hot day was dressed in a nice suit gazing absentmindedly out the window. Across the aisle was a younger man, maybe 26 or so, in a sport shirt reading a magazine. Grabbing a bus schedule from a pocket near the door I approached the family man.

"Excuse me, sir, are you from around here?" I asked trying to sound polite and tentative.

"Yes, I am. Can I help you?" he replied with a smile.

Holding up the bus schedule, I said, "I can't figure out which bus I need to transfer to. I'm going to the library."

"Well, let's have look."

I handed him the pamphlet and put my book bag in the overhead rack which, since I'm so short, gave him what I hoped was a nice view of my flat tummy and thighs as I stretched up on my tiptoes. With any luck the guy on the other side got a nice view too, maybe even a flash of panties. In case he didn't, I knelt on the seat to lean over the map my helper had found in the middle of the schedule.

"I haven't looked at one of these in some time. I just know how to get downtown and back," he told me. He seemed to be a nice friendly guy, but that didn't stop him from looking down my top. "Let's see, there's the library so...."

"Ouch!" I exclaimed and bent over so I could, with a hand on his thigh for support, scratch my back with the other. "Sorry, this is a new top and there's a tag or pin or something that digs into me every now and then." Hunching my back I fumbled awkwardly with my top with one hand, giving him at least a glimpse of bare breast, and worked my other hand higher on his leg. "There. I think that's better." Twisting my head around as if checking on my top, I caught the other guy staring at my ass. My skirt was pulled high enough to give him a nice view. I scratched behind me one more time and let my hand move higher on the family man's thigh. Boy did I get a nice surprise. My hand rested on a nice thick cock. Not erect, but on it's way.

"Opps. I'm so sorry," I said sitting down on the seat. From the heat on my face I knew I was blushing. I had been looking to give him an intimate squeeze. "I really didn't...."

He just laughed. "That's okay. Accidents happen." Then ever so nicely he proceeded to show me what bus I needed to take to get to the library, even counting out the stops so I would know when to ask for it to stop.

Sitting with a leg tucked up under me and my skirt pulled up just short of my crotch, I said, "Thanks so much. My name's Kate. What's yours?"

"I'm Hank Brown. Very please to meet you, Kate." He shook my hand very gently.

"What do you do Mr. Brown?"

"I'm a minister."

Jesus Christ, I'd groped a preacher! Doing my best stay in character, I said. "Wow. A preacher. That's really neat. What church?"

"The Trinity Congregational a few stops back near where I got on."

"Oh that's a pretty one. Lots of trees around it, right?"

"Yes, that's it. Stop in sometime. Service is Sunday at 11 o'clock and we have a youth group too. And a choir of course. Do you sing?" He paused. "But I'm getting ahead of myself. Do you have a church now?"

"No. Mom's not the church going type," I lied. Actually my mother was a devoted Quaker. "But I do love to sing."

"Well, do you think she would mind if you sang in our choir? We're always looking for another strong voice and trying hard to attract young people, and who wouldn't want to attract a young person who was spending part of her Saturday at the library?" The bus approached the central transit hub. "But we're not pushy. Try us out. Take it or leave. Nobody will pressure you." We stood up and he got my bag down for me. "And about the choir, they are pretty cool. Sing all sorts of stuff, not just old fuddy-duddy hymns you know." As we stepped of the bus, he said, "Nice having met you, Kate. Enjoy your day."

"Thanks Rev. Brown. I might just surprise you and come to choir practice."

Over his shoulder he said, "Thursday nights at 8 o'clock. Just show up. You'll be welcome."

Fuck, I loved to sing, at least I'd loved being part of the high school chorus. Rev. Brown's invitation actually appealed to me. I stuffed it in the back of my mine, though. Today was for game playing, and my next game was at the library so I looked for my bus.

The past few weeks the bus to library had been pretty empty. For better or worse today was different. I got on board just before it left only to find it packed, and there were plenty of people boarding behind me. Working my way to the back, I noticed lots of people, most of whom were youngish guys with ID's on lanyards around their necks. I'd read about some kind of hi-tech trade show being held at the conference center downtown.

I had to stop in the aisle in the back of bus. All the seats were full and it was standing room only which is not so bad for a short trip unless you are five foot two and crammed in between a couple of tall people, in my case a twenty-something guy who was easily six foot four and a statuesque blond only a few inches shorter. They easily grabbed the straps for standing passengers while carrying on a conversation about "symmetric multiprocessing," apparently the topic of the closing session. Meanwhile I tried to stay upright by clinging to the backs of the seats on either side and hoped the driver would stop letting more people on only to disappointed. "Please move to the back," the driver called. "We have room for more."

Figuring I'd get a little relief from the crowding if I got my book bag out of the way, I hefted it up to the overhead luggage rack with no help forthcoming from the techies on either side. On my tiptoes and listening to phrases like "64 thousand quad cores working together" and "that OS really kicks ass" I had just slipped my bad onto the rack when the bus lurched forward.

Must have been payback karma from teasing the budding athlete and accidentally groping the minister coupled with the cruelty of being a short person in a tall world. I was extended just as far as I could go when the bus lurched. The tall people on either side of me just clung to their straps and chuckled a bit, hardly interrupting their discussion while I came down hard, and thankful that my bag stayed on the rack rather than falling on my head. Thing was, being squeezed between these two people, when I came down my halter and skirt stayed up. For a moment there I was, bare tits pressed to the guy in front of me and nothing but Tweety Bird panties to cover me down below while my hands waved frantically in the air seeking unsuccessfully for the back of the seats on either side.

While the two people engaged in their, to me, useless dialog, the guys sitting in those seats next to me didn't miss a beat. I heard, "Jesus, check this out" and "Frank, look here." With my face pressed into a male chest I said, "Hey, how about a little help?" Without even pausing in his conversation, the guys shifted back enough so that I could pull my top and skirt down. The woman behind me kept up her end of the dialog while pulling my halter down in back, even gave me a pat on the shoulder to let me know I was okay. I felt like somebody's wayward puppy steered back on track.

"Hey, little girl, what's you name?" the guy sitting to my right asked pulling at my skirt like he was helping me out but actually trying to look up it. His leering grin was too much to bear. I grabbed his finger and pulled it back roughly.

"Touch me or my clothes again and I'll break this off."

Yanking back, he said, "Jesus, honey, just trying to help."

"Fuck you, you lecher. Pick on a girl your own size."

Turned out the guys in the seats ahead and behind him had been paying attention and a smattering of applause erupted along with cries of "you go, girl" and "what a dick." The miscreant slouched low in his seat.

Tired of having my breasts pressed against a man, I turned around.

"Hi there," said the tall blond whose tits were staring me in the face. "Nice to see you can take care of yourself. You have to when you go out dressed like that."

I looked up at her. Way the fuck up. She was a foot taller than me and we were pressed together. Just then the driver hit the brakes hard and I automatically reached out to steady myself as everyone was tossed about. Turned out the nearest thing to my hands was her ass -- her bare ass. My hands were under her skirt and there weren't any panties there.

As I clutched her buttocks, she just looked down and smiled. "See, I know. If you dress for comfort you need to be ready for anything. I knew it'd be hot today, so I dressed for it. But at the same time I'm ready to defend myself."

I let go of her and said, "Well at six two or whatever, that's probably not so hard."

"Oh, the stories I could tell. I'm just glad to see you aren't willing to be a victim." She glanced at the guy who'd tried to look up my skirt now trying to make himself invisible. "You handled that prick quite well." Then she ducked her head next to mine and whispered, "And I really loved your hands on my ass."

While the bus made it's way through traffic, the tall woman pulled out a business card and wrote something on it's back. Handing it to me she ducked her head again saying just for my ears, "This is where I'm staying and that's my cell phone number. If you'd like some fun later, give me a call. I've got a really sucky business dinner I have to go to, but after that I'm free. And my flight out tomorrow isn't until the afternoon." The she stood up and said to the tall guy behind me, "You know, maybe you'd be interested in what my company...." Looking at her business card, I lost the thread of their conversation. This gorgeous woman wanted me. That was far more than I'd expected when I set out on this role playing adventure.

The next few stops were near the major hotels and the conventioneers got off, including my blond suitor. A little while later I got off at the library.

Walking up the steps to the impressive building I thought about my day so far. I'd dazzled Dave, gave the preacher an erection, and the bombshell blond had made an explicit pass at me, an invitation that I could still accept. I decided my new outfit had been a good investment.

Inside, the library was cool and quiet. Normally I'd have perused the stacks looking for an interesting biography or a book about the environment. Today, I wanted to be around people, so I went to the area for periodicals and newspapers. There, on any given day, you could find those with an addiction to certain newspapers or particular science journals or just plain popular crap. I usually browsed through the New York Times, the Washington Post, and San Francisco Chronicle thinking that gave me a good overview of the nation. Today, though, I thought the best way to stay in character was People, Seventeen, and Variety, and, after gathering one of each, sat down in a grouping of stuffed chairs to read.

Ever notice that in any library the magazine and newspaper reading area is dominated by men? Women just don't hang out there. All to the good as far as I was concerned. I sat, crossed my legs like a man with an ankle on my knee, and began to read. Wasn't long before, glancing over the top of my magazine, I noticed all the men in the vicinity stealing looks my way. Tweety wasn't exposed by it was quite easy to see up my skirt to the white cotton crotch of my panties. Every now and then I adjusted the elastic next to my pussy as if I was alone in the room. I could hear pages being turned but was pretty sure not many words were being read. Still, after the bus, this wasn't very exciting so I decided to check out the stacks.


After putting my bag in a locker I roamed the the long rows of books sitting on their tall shelves. I'd always liked the must smell of a big library and found the extreme quiet exciting. After strolling down a couple of aisles glancing at the titles, until I found a young guy sitting on the floor with books on either side of him engrossed in a large old tome.

Slowly I worked my way down the stack as if searching for a particular book. When I got near him he looked up and I said, "Don't move. I've almost found it." Now I inched toward him, here and there tilting a book out as if making a selection. "There it is," I whispered the way you do in a library. "Don't get up. I'll just be a second." The I stood right in front of him and took my time picking a book off a high shelf, my pussy right in front of his face. If he looked up at all he'd be looking right up my skirt and with little more effort right up my top. My heart raced as I slowly took the book down.

He hadn't made a sound but his face was flushed. A good sign. I sat on the floor opposite him with my legs crossed exposing my panties. Wouldn't you know it? I'd found the art section and at random chosen a book of nude photography. I smiled at my good fortune and leafed through the pages of mostly female nudes until I found an especially explicit one with a women laying spread eagled. I put the book down leaving it open to that page and stood up again to search for another.

"I'm so sorry this will just take a second," I told the young man. When I sat back down I explained, "I really didn't think there'd be so many good collections of these here." Our eyes met. "Gee, I hope I'm not crowding you."

He smiled a bit. "That's okay, it can get lonely back here." Nodding at the book I'd set on the floor, "Nice to share the spare with another art lover." Like me, he spoke very softly in deference to library rules.

Suddenly inspired, I told him. "Well, I try. Mostly though I'm thinking about modeling so I thought I'd see the sort of thing people did. You know, I'm not sure I can do it nude but that's were the work is just now."

After looking me over he said, "You're thinking of being a nude model?"

I pretended to be taken aback. "You don't think I could?"

"Oh, not that. It's just that you seem a little young for it."

"I just turned 18. That's old enough."

"You look younger."

"Yeah, I know. They pay more for that. I just wanted to have a look at the kind of work professional nude models are involved in. You know, to make sure I don't end up in a porn shoot."

He chuckled. "I mostly paint but I've done some photography. Let me tell you. When you meet a photographer and have even the slightest doubt about the kind of work he or she does, then it's going to be a porn shoot, especially if the money is too good to be true."

"Really?"

"Really." He sat back regarding me. "You probably know you look a lot younger than 18. None of the legitimate photographers are going to shoot you. Whoever you're talking to is into porn. Look into painters. That's a whole different ballgame."

Frowning, I said, "I was afraid of that. He offered me lots of money for an hour's work. But he seemed nice."

"I hate guys like that. They're taking advantage of you. It'd be legal and all that. But you'll never be sure where and when those pictures will show up or how you'll be asked to pose."

"And painters are different?"

"Way different."

"How so?"

"Well, for one thing, they're doing one painting at a time. Not like photographs that you can copy a million times at no expense. So they're a different breed altogether. Tell you what, are you serious about wanting to model? You're not just another young looking girl desperate for cash?"

I smiled. "I'm serious. I have a real job as an assistant in a biotech lab. It's just that this guy told me I had the look he needed and asked me to model for him. At first I thought it'd be cool, then, well, here I am investigating. Like you said, the money seemed to be too good to be true."

"And you can prove your 18?"

"No problem. Not only a license but a passport."

"Well, I do landscapes but a friend of my does nudes, usually collections of several people, and she's always looking for different body types. I'll give you her number." He wrote in a small notebook, tore out the page, and handed it to me. "Give her a call."

"Wow, thanks." I smiled at him again as I tucked the paper in the little hidden pocket in the side of my skirt. "And thanks for not hitting on me. That would have been easy to do given the circumstances."

He laughed softly. "Hey, don't think I don't want to. Just too damn shy. Maybe that's why I do landscapes and not nudes." He grinned. "In my defense, though, at first I thought you were underage."

"I assure you I'm not underage. But I'm not safe to be around." I leaned back against the shelves and put my feet on the floor, knees up and spread. "You see I'm just so horny today." I ran my hands up and down the inside of my thighs, then up and under my halter. Squeezing my tits, I asked, "Are you horny too?"

"I, er, ...." He could find the words.

I pulled up my top and continued to play with my breasts. As I said, they're not big, but you know what? They're still breasts and that's enough for any young man sitting on the floor back in the stacks of a library or pretty much anywhere else. And my nipples do stand up nicely when they're excited. I pinched and twisted each one.

"I can't believe you're doing what your doing." He looked to either side nervously to make sure no one was around. No one had been around the whole time I'd been back here, and we'd be conducting our conversation in library whispers. Naturally the possibility of being caught heightened my arousal, but at the same time all I had to do was pull my top down if we heard anyone coming.

"What's your name?"

"Kevin."

"Well, Kevin, I'm Kate, and it doesn't really matter to me if you believe what your seeing or not. I just need to be watched. Can you handle that?" Never taking his eyes from my bare tits, he nodded. I let one hand fall to my lap and began to rub my pussy. "That's good, 'cause I'm so excited right now doing this in front of you." I slipped a finger under the elastic at my crotch and pulled it aside far enough for him to see a bare cunt lip. "I shaved it bald for the first time ever just this morning. You like them bare or hairy, Kevin?"

"Er, I'm not picky." He leaned forward for a closer look.

"Just remember look all you want but don't touch."

"Fine."

I felt like a snake charmer. I had him mesmerized. "Would you like to see more?" He just nodded. At this point I likely could have asked for his first born child and he'd have gladly agreed to hand it over as soon as it arrived. Instead, I lifted my butt and slipped off my panties, tucking them in the pages of the large book of nudes next to me for safe keeping.

Spreading my pussy just enough to expose a bit of the moist pink flesh inside, I whispered, "See how excited I am?" Again, he just nodded. I pulled back the hood over my clit and, looking down at the hard little bud, said redundantly, "Yeah, I am really turned on."

Never in my life had I masturbated in front of someone, not even for few boys I had sex with, one of whom had explicitly ask that I do so and who was so disappointed when I wouldn't even consider it. Now here I was under the bright lights of a public library doing it in front of a stranger! One thing was certain: I'd never go back to wearing nothing but black again.

After teasing my clit I slipped a finger into my cunt, slowly exploring it's warm, wet interior, pushing it in and out, then offered it, moist and glistening, to Kevin. "Want a taste?" He hesitated, then sucked it dry. "Like it?" He gave me that nod once more. "Ever do that before, I mean, lick a finger fresh from a pussy?" He shook his head no. Apparently Kevin's sexual history was no more dramatic than my own. "Neither have I." I put two fingers deep into my cunt and then sucked on them. "Now we've both broken new ground," I said with a smile. "It's a unique taste. Not bad, but unique."

Kevin had a big tent in his pants now and my own excitement was growing with every second. It was time to get off. I'd been horny since looking at myself in the mirror that morning to see how my new clothes fit, so I stopped fooling around and began to masturbate with a will. Spreading my lips with one hand I put one, two, then three fingers in my vagina and establish a slow in and out rhythm. My eyes kept going back and forth between my pussy -- I never really watched myself before or had as many as three fingers inside it -- and Kevin's face. Watching him watch me was not just arousing, it was fascinating to see his expression changing as he watched. His eyes would go wide then narrow, his mouth showed a little grin then would open a bit as he panted almost like dog then he'd bit on his lower lip.

Well on my way, I kept those fingers in my cunt and began to tease my clit with my other hand, first rubbing around it, then finally softly teasing the sensitive organ itself. I knew with just a little more pressure I could come, but I was enjoying the sensations and the circumstances so much tried to hold off just a little while longer. Will and reality, however, are two different things. I felt myself start to go go relentlessly to that erotic peak and muttered softly, "Oh, fuck, yes." Pressing on my clit with my fingers shoved deep inside I climaxed.

Normally when I come it's intense and wonderful but not all that lengthy. This was different. With the long build up, the exhibitionism, and the public location -- what else could I attribute it too? -- this orgasm peaked, seemed to stay on that incredible plateau forever, than gradually declined. It was by far the best I'd ever had. Even stranger, I managed not to cry out, limited myself to muffled "mmm's" and "ahh's."

When it was finally over I looked at Kevin and smiled. Very slowly I took my fingers out of my happy pussy and let him suck them clean saying, "If you like my little show even one tenth as much as I did, you're a lucky man." Then I heard the click, click, click of heels on the floor. It's was getting louder, coming our way. Standing up I handed Kevin the book containing my underwear and said, "Follow me. I'm can't leave you like this," meaning with the big erection straining under his slacks.

Study carols were dispersed all around the library and on my earlier trips I'd discovered one especially suited to my new task. I led Kevin to it. Not only was it secluded but it was old which meant that it was large and had solid would sides that went down to the floor. As I crawled under the desk I said, "I bet you'll figure out what to do right away."

Not being a stupid man, after I was tucked away he sat down and pulled the chair up as far as he could without cramming me. In seconds I had his pants open and hard cock in my hands. "Don't forget to open the book and look like you're reading," I told him just before sucking on his cock. Thankfully it wasn't a large one. My blow job experience was limited to just two guys one of which had a big dick and contrary to male fantasy that just makes fellatio all the more challenging. A normal cock fits nicely in the mouth and for most women it fits best in the cunt too. Yeah, it's nice to be filled up but you don't need a monster dick to do that. Not that size doesn't matter. A little penis presents it's own problems.

As I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, Kevin found his voice and whispered, "Mmm, that's wonderful. I hope you won't be disappointed if this doesn't last very long."

To my mind, there are three kind of blowjobs. From longest to shortest duration, there's the payoff blowjob, the good-sex blowjob, and the I'll-just-help-you-get-off blowjob. When you've done something bad or a guy has done some especially nice for you, you might perform a payoff blowjob, a very long act of contrition or reward. The good-sex blowjob is just what the term implies. It's fellatio as a prelude to or part of a normal, healthy sexual encounter. The last blowjob variety is more an act of simple kindness or just plain expediency. Like scratching someone's back in a place they could reach but it's just easier if someone else does it.

The point being I wasn't looking to give Kevin a long and lovely blowjob. Sure he had been an integral part of my getting off so wonderfully, but he'd already gotten his reward. He got to watch a pretty little woman masturbate, even sucked her pussy juices from her fingers. That's reward enough. On the other hand, if you paid a guy to do some yard work in the hot sun and he was obviously thirsty, wouldn't you give them a glass of water? It needed be served in a crystal glass on a silver plater, but you wouldn't feel put out giving them tap water in a plastic cup. So when Kevin said he wouldn't last long, I thought that was just fine -- for both of us. If men understood this line of reasoning everyone would have better sex lives and more orgasms.

Like I said my blowjob experience, like my sexual experience in general, was limited, but cock sucking appealed to me -- with the right of course. Taking a dick in your mouth is a special act of intimacy. Kevin seemed like such a nice guy, giving me his friend's number and being a good voyeur -- which I guess only means he didn't try to push himself on me, but still. Anyway, I liked doing this for him. I tried to swallow more of his cock but cramped quarters prevented it. After banging the back of my head on the underside of the desktop a couple of time I gave up and concentrated on the head of his penis. It was enough. In less than a minute my tongue was catching jets of semen as he groaned with pleasure.

Hearing footsteps approach I shifted as far back as possible and Kevin pulled his chair forward.

"Are you okay?" an older female voice asked, probably one of the librarians.

"Oh, yeah, thanks for asking," Kevin replied sounding only a little shaky. "I just realized I'll never get my project done on time. Sorry, I didn't think I was that loud."

"Well, I hope it works out for you," the woman said and moved on.

Giving his dick one more kiss, I slipped out from under the desk. "Well, that was fun," I said licking my lips.

"Kate, I don't know what to say."

"Where's that little pad of yours?" He got it out and I wrote down name and my cell phone number. "Thanks for the referral to your friend and helping me out with my little problem back there in the stacks. Give me a call next week if you'd like to go out a real date and maybe have some normal sex." I gave him a kiss and was on my way.

I'd exhausted the possibilities at the library far sooner than I'd planned, so after collecting my book bag I went out front and flagged a taxi. I usually took the bus around town because I care about the environment and like to use public transportation whenever possible, but I did have a job and an income. I told the driver to take me back downtown and only teased him a little on the way. Well, I thought it was a little. I guess he like seeing my breasts in the rearview mirror. When I got out he didn't let me pay. Instead he handed me his card. "The ride's on me, miss. And anytime you need a taxi just call that number and ask for me personally. I'll take you anywhere for a show like that."

"You like the little-girl-and-dirty-old-taxi-driver game?" I asked with a grin.

"Christ, yes. But you should be careful. You never know what sort of driver you might get. Call me if you need a ride. I've been married for 20 years and have three kids and go to church every week. But I do like to look."

I thanked him again and strolled down the street looking for a place to get some food and hang out for awhile. It was too hot to just stroll around even dressed as I was. Funny, I was thinking of the woman on the bus who had given me her card, and with the taste of Kevin's come still in my mouth, I pondered what it'd be like to be with a woman. Some of my college friends had tried it and liked it, you know, the lesbian until I graduate thing, but I'd never considered it -- until now. She had said she'd had to attend a business dinner tonight. Taking the card out I looked at her name, Susan Johanson. What the hell, I thought, and pulled my cell phone out of my bag.

"Hello." Strolling down the street looking into the shop windows in the heat, I shivered a bit. I was really doing this.

I said. "Hi, my name's Kate. We met on the bus a while ago and you gave me your card."

"Oh. My." she said emphasizing each word with a long pause in between. "Really, I'm so surprised you called -- and very happy. Stunned and happy. What are you doing?"

"I'm just window shopping downtown right now." I noticed I'd caught the attention of a couple of guys getting out of a cab. My bending over to look at some jewelry in the window display may have had something to do with it. In the window's reflection I watched them watching me. I told Susan, "Well, window shopping and being the object of desire of a couple of guys who can't seem to get enough of my ass."

"Oh, God, you're still wearing that insane little girl outfit aren't you?"

"Oh yeah. It seems to get a lot of attention."

"Only because it's wrapped around your hot little body, Kate." She moaned softly. "Are the guys still watching you?"

I stood up and turned around. I couldn't be sure but the guys seemed to be talking about me. Loud enough for them to hear, I said into the phone, "Yeah, they're still watching. I guess they have a thing for little girls." Jesus, did that spoke them. I laughed as they walked quickly away, almost at a trot, and told Susan about it.

"Typical men," she said, "but in fairness to them, you are exceptionally hot dressed like that."

"You think so?"

"I gave you my card and asked you to call, didn't I?"

"Yeah, and I'm walking down the sidewalk now trembling a bit at having done that."

"I'm so glad you did. Damn, I wish I didn't have that dinner to go to."

"Can't get out of it?"

"Oh, no. I'm trying to close a deal. Have to be there."

"When do you think you'll be free?"

"By 11, maybe earlier if things go well. Is that too late for you?"

"You mean is it past my curfew?"

"Oh Jesus, are you really as young as you look?"

I laughed. "No, I'm 21 and on my own. I was just teasing you."

"You devil." I heard a sigh of relief in her voice. "So you want to meet later?"

"Yeah, Susan. I would. Where are you staying?"

It was a swanky hotel right in the center of town. I made sure she had my phone number and was about to said goodbye when she asked, "What will you be doing until we meet?"

The sidewalk had gotten crowded and I was walking among a collection of guys with ID tags around their necks, trade show people, maybe some of whom had been on the bus earlier. Pretending to be oblivious of them I said, "Well, Mom, this is the first time I've worn a skirt this short and I'm afraid I haven't learned to keep my legs together when I'm sitting down, so a couple of guys have seen my new panties. It was so embarrassing."

"You're around other people, right?"

"That's right. I know it's bad, but I'm learning. Don't worry the men were really nice." Inwardly I smiled. All the guys were looking my way. "I know you didn't want me to go out dressed like this, but I'll be fine. I mean I did listen when you insisted I wear panties with this skirt."

"Is it safe?"

"Oh yeah, I know the drill. Don't talk to strangers, don't get into a car with anybody, and sit up front on the bus. And like I told you, if it wasn't so hot I'd have worn a bra."

"Look, I've got to go in a minute, but will you do something for me?"

"Sure, Mom, anything." The sidewalk was crowded but I think I was a little more crowded than most as the guys around me moved closer. "And don't worry, I'm in a group of nice guys from that trade show. Nothing can happen here." I looked around as if noticing them for the first time. A couple of them smiled at me and nodded.

"I just want you to do something naughty and tell me about it before we hang up."

"Naughty? I wasn't trying to be naughty. I'd just gotten out of the shower. I wasn't flashing Uncle Fred. The towel slipped off, Mom. It was an accident."

My group of now extremely attentive men was, I think, quite disappoint at having arrived at the conference center. It was time for us to part ways and for them to find something other than the lurid tales of a young woman to occupy their minds. Most of them went inside but a couple of smokers paused at one side and lit up for a last cigarette while I leaned sat on a low wall to finish the conversation with my "mom."

They were too far a way to hear me now, so when I spread my knees apart to let them see my panties I dropped the act with Susan.

"So I'm sitting now and letting a couple of guys across the way look up my skirt."

"Ooh, that's hot."

"Yeah, I discovered today how much I like being watched."

"I thought as much on the bus earlier even though some of that was a surprise to you too, wasn't it?"

I laughed. "It sure was. But you know I've never been so horny for so long."

"Mmm, I understand. I play my own games at times."

"Then you'll understand how exciting it is to be rubbing my inner thigh with one and while talking to you and watching these two men watch me."

"Oooh, tell me more."

"Well, I found out earlier that if I try to scratch my back in a certain way I can get my top to rise up just right and I think the bottom of one breast is exposed. I'm doing it now and the guys can't take their eyes off me."

"Oh, Jesus, I'm getting wet. I'd better go Kate. I'll call you as soon as I'm free. Have fun, but not too much fun, okay?"

"You bet."

"And call me if your plans change."

"Of course. Bye Susan."

"Bye sweetie."

What a rush! Just having that conversation with her and arranging to meet later -- and all the while teasing the guys around me -- wow, I was just as aroused now as I'd been in the library. I needed relief but couldn't see how to get here out in public. After picking up my bag I went over to the cigarette smokers and said, "I hope you enjoyed the show."

"Show?" the older one asked with feigned innocence.

"Yeah, you seemed to like listening to me and looking up my skirt."

"What the fuck?"

"No need to use bad language. I enjoyed performing for you. Here's an encore." After ensuring no one else would see, I lifted my top and showed them my tits. "Just wanted you to know we're a very friendly city. Come back again soon." Then I walked away texting to Susan, "just flashed tits at two guys." In a few seconds I got a text back, "go girl, same some for me."

I strolled back the way I'd come and entered the nice bar I'd noticed while passing by just a minute ago. It had a really pleasant off-white, modern decor shouting out expensive and cool. Just the place for young professionals. I sat on a bar stool next to a young guy and his wife (or girl or date) and put my bag down on the floor. The bartender, a good looking guy in his thirties, put a coaster in front of me and asked what I'd like.

"A strawberry daiquiri please."

"Honey, you need to be 21 to be served alcohol. You probably know that."

"Yep. And here's my ID," I told him handing over my drivers license. He looked at it long and hard, I suppose thinking it was faked. "It's real. I'm 21."

Shaking his head, he handed back to me. "Well, if it is fake it's the best I've ever seen. I'm sorry, I have to check. We can lose our liquor license for serving minors you know. Strawberry daiquiri coming right up."

When the bartender left to make the drink, the guy to my right said, "Don't be too hard on him. You don't look anywhere near 21. Please take that as a compliment." Looking to his companion, he asked, She doesn't, does she?"

"No, not even 18," the sultry redhead said. "Hi there. I'm Megan and this is Eric. Nice to meet you."

I shook hands with them and introduced myself. "I get carded all the time. I know I look younger, but really.... You can join the army at 18 and vote, what's with the drinking age in American being 21?"

Eric laughed. "Even if it was 18, you'd still get carded. Like Megan said, you look even younger."

"But you like that, don't you?" asked Megan. "That's the sexiest outfit I've seen in a while and it's like doubly sexy knowing your 21. If you were 15 it'd just be cute."

"Er, thanks, I guess," I stammered. Megan was really gorgeous in a why I'd never be. She had beautiful long red hair, nice full breasts, long legs, and was wearing even less than I was. Her skirt was little more than a black band around her hips, and she wore fishnet stocking held up by a garter belt, with the garters plainly in view. Above she had on what I could only call a black leather bikini top with her breasts nearly spilling out on either side. While I had a gold hop ring in each ear, she had several. She exuded sexiness. Looking at her, I spoke the truth saying, "Well, I guess I'm dressing this way because it's the only way I can imagine to compete with girls like you." Once I heard my own words, I regretted them. It sounded resentful.

But Megan thought it hilarious. When she stopped laughing she said, "Oh, please don't take offense. It's just that that's the most honest thing I've hear in a long time. I think you're just darling. And, yes, by dressing this way I'm exploiting guys like my good friend Eric who can't get enough of big tits and long legs."

Eric looked confused but we were distracted by the bartender arriving with my drink. "That'll be ten dollars."

"Huh? Ten bucks for a daiquiri?"

"I just work here. I don't set the prices."

Megan pushed the pile of money sitting between her and Eric forward. "Please, let me buy. It's delightful to have met you."

"Thank you," I said and sipped my drink. I really don't like daiquiris much, but it was the first thing I could think of that was in character. I looked at Eric and said, "What do you think? Megan there is a bombshell and I'm just a little person dressed like a girl. Any cognitive dissonance?"

"Fuck, plenty."

Megan patted him on the back. "That's my boy and why I love him. He's honest. What guy wouldn't be tempted by a very young looking hot girl?"

I added, "And a very hot looking redhead in leather with big tits."

She stoked the back of his head, "Poor boy, he might just explode." Then to me, "But you know big tits are really overrated. Sure guys love them, but imagine going out for a healthy run. You gotta strap these suckers down for that." She emphasized the idea by gripping her breasts roughly. "Their like having a pet. You go to all kinds of extra lengths to keep them happy."

I liked her open, honest way of expressing herself -- and the bit of lilt to her speech. "You're Irish, right? But don't live there now."

"Very good," she said sitting up straight. "Irish and proud of it, but I've been living here since I was 15 or so. If I really try hard I can speak pure American."

Eric smiled. "Or so you think."

"Well, I don't often try. The boys love a bit of lilt in the voice," she said giving full voice to her Irish ancestry. She winked at me. "Really, they're so easy that way."

"I can imagine."

"Join us for dinner, Kate," she said spontaneously. "You won't mind, will you, Eric? Oh, what am I thinking? Of course you won't. What would be a better treat for you than having sexy little Kate join us for a while longer so you can keep having all those naughty thoughts about having sex with her?" Without waiting for me to respond, she called the bartender over and asked him to change their reservation from two to three people.

After a while we were led back into a dark restaurant area and giving a semicircular booth. "Perfect," Megan announced as she encouraged me to sit. After I'd worked my way in, she took a place on my left and Eric on my right. Moving my bag out of the way and shifting more toward me, she said, "Now this is quite cozy, isn't it?" It was and became more so after we ordered a bottle of wine.

I'd never had a fine red wine before and wasn't so sure I like this one. But the atmosphere of the expensive restaurant and the attentions of Eric and Megan compensated for my naive taste in fine wine. When we toasted each other and our new found friendship, I felt two hands on my thighs. Looking left and right I could see my dinner friends sipping from their glasses with one hand while each massaged a bare thigh with the other.

"Mmm, that's a new experience," I said putting my glass down and feeling the hands rise higher on my legs. "You guys seem to be good at groping and sipping at the same time."

Megan laughed. "You're such a tease. You know, you can grope too. One reason we like this place is that it's so dark." Her hand slipped up to my pussy. "No one can see a thing." When Eric's hand joined hers, she added, "Of course, you can always say no. You're a bit like an exotic appetizer you know, but we're not going to force ourselves on you. If you don't want this sort of attention all you have to do is say so."

Even as she spoke her fingers were massaging my hot little cunt while Eric's sought the edge of the elastic around my leg and after sliding under it stroked my labia.

Bringing my glass back to my lips, I said, "It's not that I don't like the attention. I was just remarking on the fact that the two of you are so able to provide it, you know, while we're sitting in this public place having dinner." Megan had found my clit and was teasing it gently through the thin barrier of my panties while Eric's fingertip parted my lips and tentatively probed around. All the while, the both sipped their wine as if nothing untoward was going on.

Megan laughed again. "You're quite a find. A women who looks like a girl yet seems to like being treated like a sex toy in the most adult way." Her finger danced on my clit. "I couldn't have wished for a better dinner guest."

I was about to respond when the waiter arrived to take our orders. We hadn't even opened the menus, but when he listed the specials Megan and Eric selected at once and when it was my turn, Megan said, "I bet you'd like the grilled swordfish. They do it very well here." I just nodded to the waiter as my pussy continued to be teased.

After he left we were brought salads and bread, and they took there hands away from me. For a while we ate and talked like normal people. But not for long. Megan slipped off her panties and handed them to Eric. "Honey, will you put these in your pocket for safe keeping?" Then turning to me, "He'd be happy to do the same with yours, Kate."

With knife and fork in my hands, I was attacking my salad. "Er, well, sure. Just let me...."

"Oh, please, keep eating," Megan crooned. "Just lift your little behind up a bit." I did and they quickly stripped off my panties. I lifted one leg, then other, and then Eric was stuffing them in his pocket. "Doesn't that feel better?" Megan asked.

"Well, it sure feels different," I told her. "The seat is cold."

"Yes, it is, but isn't it rather delicious?" She parted my legs and cupped my pussy. "Oh my, totally shaved. You're a naughty girl." Looking past me she said, "See how naughty she is, Eric," and her hand was replaced with his.

He not only cupped my cunt but a finger found it's way inside. As he fingered me he said, "Yes, I see what you mean, and she's very excited too."

I looked at him and then to Megan. "I just want you to know that after dinner I want my panties back. Their sort of special." The both laughed and assured me they'd be returned.

Pushing her empty salad plate aside, Megan said, "Kate, don't you want to touch me too?" With Eric's finger buried in my pussy, I reached between his girl's legs and found her pussy. I'd never touched another girl like that before. She just smiled as my fingers played with her lips then explored between them. Given the way they had maneuvered me into their sex play, I was surprised to she was hairy down there. She seemed to read my mind.

"Eric likes the natural look and it's so nice not to be trimming and waxing all the time."

"I've never done this before, you know."

"You mean play with a woman or be with a couple like this?" She asked then giggled. "Or do you mean fondling and being fondled in a restaurant?"

I pushed a finger into her wet pussy. "I was thinking about touching another woman."

"Oh. Well then let me say you are doing just fine." She squeezed my finger with her cunt. "I hope you can please Eric too."

When I reached for his crotch I found he'd already opened his pants and taken out his cock. It was hard and erect when I wrapped my hand around it. I was busy fondling both of them when the waiter returned.

Topping off our wine glasses he asked, "How are we doing here?"

"Extremely well," Megan told him.

"Your dinner will arrive momentarily," he intoned and left.

My companions sipped their full glasses of wine. The Megan said, "Let me help you," and raised my glass to my lips. As I took a sip, she said, "It's really a fine wine and that's really a fine thing you're doing to me with your fingers." She looked to Eric. "Is it good for you too?"

"Very." He smiled at us both. "Kate's a wonderful dinner guest. I'm so glad you invited her."

"Me too."

It was a surreal experience. I played with his cock with one hand while probing Megan's pussy with the other and gazed around the dining room in the dim light. At the other tables couples and dinner companions ate and drank, enjoying their surroundings unaware of the young woman, me, masturbating two people at the same time while the wait staff went about their duties bringing perfect dishes from the kitchen and taking away empty plates.

"You guys do this often?" I asked.

"Boy, not often enough," Eric replied as he sat back in the lush, leather clad booth to enjoy my fondling.

"We really should get out more, you know," Megan added with a smile as my finger wiggled in her pussy.

Then dinner arrived and our little game stopped while we ate. The swordfish was excellent. I'd never tasted anything like it. Mom and I went out at time but never to a place like this. And my college friends? Our idea of fine dining was trading Pizza Hut for Friday fish night at the local watering hole. Hey, don't get me wrong, it was great fish and chips -- I loved the spicy tartar sauce -- but it sure wasn't high cuisine in the big city.

When we were done with the main course, the waiter took our dessert orders. I didn't have room for anything more but Megan selected a crème brûlée and Eric a decadent chocolate dish. "We'll share them with you," said Megan as my hand returned to her thigh. By the time the desserts arrived I had her and Eric on the edge of orgasm. She seemed to especially like having her clit lightly stroked, and Eric, well, I wished we had some lubricant. It's hard to stroke a cock properly otherwise. Still, we made do and he seemed to like what I was doing. They fed me bits of their food as I played with them, and if the waitstaff noticed they were sophisticated enough not to show it.

When they were done eating and had paid for the dinner, I said, "You'll have to excuse me." Eric started to get up to let me out of the booth. "Oh, I don't mean that," I told him and with a last look around to ensure no one was watching, I slipped under the table.

With my fingers still in Megan's cunt, I took Eric in my mouth trusting the long table cloth and dim light to conceal me. His dick was just shy of what I would call normal and it was easy to take it all in. In moments he was ejaculating on my tongue and I turned my attention to Megan. I licked her hairy lips for a bit and then sucked on her little clit. It was hard and ready. After all the tantalizing teasing of the evening, I wasn't surprised that she came rather quickly.

What was surprising was how quickly and naturally I took to eating pussy. Just before dinner I touched another girl down there for the first time. Now I was eagerly lapping up the wetness Megan exuded as she rose to a peak and climaxed.

I was still on my knees under the table when the waiter came back with the credit card slip for Eric to sign. That my location wasn't secret was brought home to me when waiter put his foot down between my legs and my pussy contacted his trousers. Oh no, I've been discovered, I thought, but then, as his leg pressed against me, I heard him tell Eric, "It's been a pleasure to serve you, sir. I hope you and your companions come back soon. Too bad your young friend isn't here. She was quite a treat."

Son of a bitch, he knew exactly where I was and his leg kept prodding me. But what the hell, he'd been nice and wasn't making a scene. I rubbed my cunt up and down against his leg like a bitch in heat.

"Thank you, sir. If you'd like to fill out this little form you'll become a select guest of the restaurant. We'll send you announcement of our special events and provide a five percent discount on all your purchases."

"That sounds like a good deal," Eric said. I humped the waiter's leg as he filled out the form. Just as Eric said, "Here, I think that's all the information you need," I came, my body shivered as I pressed into the trousers of our waiter.

He stammered. "Er, thank you, er, sir, and again, er, I want to thank you for having dinner with, er, us."

After he left, I poked my head out between Eric and Megan. "Is it safe to come up?"

Megan looked around and then smiled. "Yep, all clear." I took my place between them as they sipped their after dinner coffee. "Would you like some?"

"No, I never touch the stuff," I told her.

"Well, that was some payback for the dinner. Thank you very much."

Closing his pants Eric added, "Yes, thank you."

"My pleasure," I said and meant it. What a day this had been. Then a buzz came from my bag. "Oh that's my phone," I told Megan and she handed the bag to me. I took the phone out and saw the text message from Susan, "Done with dinner, ready for you." I smiled.

"Message from a friend?" Megan asked.

"Yep, I've gotta go."

"Can we drop you somewhere? We're parked nearby and I'd love to give you the same sort of feelings you just gave me."

Susan's hotel was about six blocks away so I accepted the offer. The three of us walked across the street to the multilevel parking lot and took the elevator to the top floor. The moment the elevator doors closed Megan pulled me to her, kissing me on the lips. "God, I can taste Eric on your tongue. You are such a sexy minx," she said when our lips finally parted. "I couldn't believe it when you went under the table like that."

I shrugged. "Well, the two of you got me so horny I didn't know what else to do."

When we got to their car, Megan opened a passenger door and looked around. "Seems safe. Kate sit here. Eric eat her. I want to watch." I sat in the open door with my legs spread as Eric and then Megan lick my wet cunt. I came at least twice before we heard the elevator ding and others approaching.

On the way to Susan's hotel Eric handed me my panties. "I'd love to keep these, er, well, frankly as a sort of trophy, but you said you wanted them back."

"Yep, they're rather special," I told him and slipped them on. I texted Susan "on my way" and moments later my phone buzzed. She'd replied "i'm in the lounge."

With just a few blocks to go I said to Megan. "You know, I really wanted to do something that maybe I could do now."

"What's that?"

From the backseat, I leaned forward and grabbed her nice full breasts. "This."

"Oh yes," she exclaimed pulling her top away. For the next minute or so I enjoyed my first experience of fondling another woman's tits. A couple of cars honked as they passed us by and their drivers saw what I was doing. As we approached my destination I sat back.

"Mmm, Megan you have a great pair of tits."

Eric said, "I agree."

Before I got out they gave me their phone number and encouraged me to call. With a sigh, I waved as they pulled away form the curb into traffic, then turned toward the hotel.

Standing on the sidewalk I texted Susan, "r u wearing panties?" She replied, "yes, u?" I sent her back, "yes. take urs off. ok?" A little while later I got "ok. done."

Smiling, I entered the hotel. It was really topshelf and the first thing I thought was how out of place I was dressed like I was. Then it dawned on me that I could be the child of a guest and I marched in with confidence. Just as I'd though, I hadn't gone ten feet into the lobby before a hotel staffer intercepted me.

"Can I help you miss?" said an older woman in the blue blazer with a crest over the pocket that all the staff wore.

"My sister is here somewhere," I told her. "She said to look for her in the lounge."

"Oh dear me, the lounge isn't for young girls. But if it's your sister your looking for, I guess we'd better find her, hadn't we?." She was a nice woman, but I was a little surprised when she took me by the hand -- the hand that not long ago had been wrapped around a nice hard dick -- and led me through the lobby to the lounge. At the entrance she asked, "Now what's you sister's name and what does she look like?"

I nearly choked. I couldn't remember Susan's last name and no one seeing us together would think we were sisters. I said, "She's Susan, and very tall with long blond hair."

My minder looked over the crowd. "Do you see her?"

I didn't and told her so.

"Okay then. We'll just walk through the lounge and you tell me if you see her. If we can't find her, don't worry. I'll have her paged."

As we began to walk hand in hand through the lounge I thought how strange it would be to have to find Susan's card in order to provide "my sister's" last name. It was a big room with a u-shaped bar in the middle. As we worked our way through it, with me and my cartoon decorated book bag getting a lot of attention from the nearly all-male crowd, I finally spied her. Susan sat at the back of bar be herself, sipping a beer. For a moment I thought how strange that a gorgeous girl like her would be by herself in a male-dominated bar like this, but the lady leading me around brought me back to the present asking again if I saw my sister anywhere.

"There," I said pointed. "That's Susan."

"Good. Let's get you reunited and she can't take you out of here."

As we approached Susan, she turned and took the situation in. "Katey!" she exclaimed, "Where have you been? I've been waiting and waiting." To my minder she said, "Thanks so much for helping her find, now please, take this away. I found it on the bar and can't believe a place like this.... Well, you should do better." She pressed something into the staffer's hands.

The woman began to unfold it, cried "my goodness!" and quickly stuffed it into her pocket saying, "I'm very sorry, ma'am. I've been working here for years and never ...."

"Just take it away please," Susan said dismissively waving her hand, "and I won't say anything to the management."

"Of course. Meanwhile here's your sister. She's been looking for you." She actually place my hand in Susan's before she left.

Watching her go, Susan squeezed my hand and smiling at me said, "My sister?"

"First thing that came to me."

"Well, Sis, can I buy you a drink?"

"I'll have what your having."

She looked at me. "Jesus, you are really 21, right? The last thing I need is to be buying beer for a minor -- even if you're my sister."

"I'm really 21."

She signaled the bartender, making it clear she wanted two beers, and then turned back to me with a smile. "You know I really like this sister thing. That's really hot."

I put my bag down and hopped on to the bar stool beside her. "Yeah, me too. You have any? Sisters, I mean."

"Nope, just an older brother that I talk to on holidays and his birthday. You?"

I shook my head. "Only child."

Our beers arrived. "Well then here's to finding my long lost sister," she said raising her glass.

"No so fast," said the bartender. "First your sister has to show me some ID. She looks about 15, not 21." I showed him my drivers license and after a close look at it he said, "Fuck. Oh, sorry, excuse me. But damned if you look anything close to 21. The beers are on me. Enjoy."

"Jesus, you're such a turn on," Susan said after we clicked glasses and took a sip. "I don't blame him. You really do look 15."

I smiled at her and sipped my beer. "And I'm having a lot more fun today being 21 and looking 15 than I did at 15 and wishing I was 21."

"I bet. Just listening to that phone call got me all hot and bothered. And I was all hot and bothered in the bus earlier. Do you do this often? The get up, I mean. Lookin' like a kid."

Shaking my head, I told her the truth. "Nope. Today's the first time. Just bought this stuff yesterday after work. Sort of a breakout thing for me. Wanting to be different, you know, change old habits."

"And has it worked?"

"Like a charm."

"Tell me. I'm all ears."

"Too much to tell. Don't know where to begin."

"And your not curious about what I handed that lady?"

"Yeah, what was that about?"

"You told me to take off my panties. Remember, you texted me."

I did remember. "You mean...?"

"Yep, I did it and had been sitting her wondering what to do with them when you walked up."

"Jesus."

"And Joseph too if you're Catholic. Took me ages to do it. Lookin' around to see who might see."

I looked around just then. "Were those guys sitting there when you did it?"

Susan looked over her shoulder at them. "Yeah, they were the biggest problem. You know, for a girl like me with these big tits and long legs I attract attention." She nodded toward the guys. "They came in, took one look at me sitting here and sat at that table." After taking a sip of her beer she continued, "I'm used to that. Happens all the time. But then you texted me and said to take off my panties."

"I didn't know though ...."

"Of course, you couldn't know the circumstances. That's actually the fun of it, right? If I'd been in my room, who'd have cared if I took them off or left them on?"

"So they saw you take them off?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure. Actually I'm pretty sure no one saw anything until I let them fall down around my ankles." Susan stopped talking and touched my arm. "And I want to say, thank you. It was like the hottest thing I'd ever done. You know, after looking around and raising up my butt just enough to slip them off, then sitting here for a bit with my bare ass on the bar stool." She shivered. "Wow. I was so turned on. Then I tried to slide them down my legs. That's when I think at least a couple of those guys noticed what I was doing."

"Well you're hardly a wallflower," I offered.

"Yeah, that's the part I'm all too familiar with. Guys look at me wherever I go."

I looked at her short skirt and tight top. "Hardly a surprise when you dress like you do."

Susan look me up and down. "So tell me why you dressed like this today?"

I blushed. "Point taken."

"Right, so there I was with my panties around my ankles and at least a couple of those guys saw me ball them up and sit here with them in my hand."

"Until that staff lady took them away."

"Right, until then." She leaned closer. "I'm so horny."

"Me too and now I'm feeling overdressed." The barstools rotated so I turned to face the guys at the nearby table. I smiled at them and let my legs spread enough so they could see up my skirt.

Glancing over her shoulder Susan took the situation in and said, "I love your innocent slut act."

"So do I. I keep discovering new variations." Slipping off the barstool I bent over and opened my bag that was sitting on the floor. I routed around in it until I thought I'd giving the guys a good enough show of my ass then stood up and leaned against back against the bar close to Susan but facing the opposite way. "I hoped they got a good look. Somehow this is even more fun being here with you and knowing you know what I doing." I put my hand on her thigh and slid it under her skirt to her pussy. "Mmm, you really are excited, aren't you?" Teasing her short hairs I said, "And I see you're hairy like me."

"Oh God, I can't believe your doing that. Don't stop." Her voice was strained with arousal. When she shifted in her seat to give me better access, I slipped a finger into her pussy. "Ahh," she moaned just as the bartender was passing by.

Thinking she was signally him, he stopped and asked, "Yes, ma'am, what can I get you?"

Susan's face was flushed. "Oh, could I have glass of ice water please. Suddenly I'm hot."

"Certainly. Coming right up."

I chuckled. "You sure are hot, Susan."

"Keep that up and I might come right here on your fingers, you know."

"I guess we better go up to your room then."

"That's a great idea."

As she stood up and took care of settling the bar bill, I smiled at the guys who of course were still watching us and licked my fingers. One of them nearly choked on his drink. Another gave the guy next to him a high-five. Feeling the need to be naughtier I slowly pulled up the him of Susan's short skirt taking the little wiggle of her ass as encouragement. Glancing around the back of the bar, I was glad to see it was empty except for the table of young men. Watching them watch me, I raised the skirt more, enough to reveal the round curves of Susan's naked bottom.

"Good heavens, thank you, ma'am," I heard the bartender say behind me. Susan must have left a good tip.

I pulled her skirt higher and exposed her beautiful pussy rimmed in light blond curls. The guys went wild. After slapping her bare ass I dropped the skirt and turned back to the bar. A moment later a man said, "Excuse me, but I was wondering...."

It was the guy who had almost choked on his drink. I cut him off. "Nope. Don't wonder. We're leaving." He looked crestfallen. I pegged him for 25 or so. "But if you're really nice about it, I do have a nice treat for you."

He perked up. "What's that?"

"I'll just lean on the bar her next to my friend and let you take off my panties." His eyes bugged out. "But don't go running off with them. Just pull them off, hand them to my friend, and go back to your table. What'd'ya say? Deal?"

"Deal."

"And no groping."

"Right."

I leaned against the bar and smiled a Susan. "Like I said early, I'm feeling overdressed."

She stood up to watch as the delighted young man carefully reached under my skirt, found the waistband of my panties, and pulled them slowly down to the floor. After helping me step out of them, he paused. Now bent over, he examined my ass and pussy for a moment before sighing loudly and straighting up.

Handing my underwear to Susan, he pulled a couple of his business cards out of his wallet and put them on the bar. "Really, if you -- either of you -- ever are in Buffalo and need a date, give me a call. Hell, just call. I'll fly to wherever you are." Then shaking his head he rejoined his friends who immediately slapped him on the back and called for another round of drinks.

Susan looked at Tweety on the front of my panties and said, "Isn't he cute?"

The bartender turned around. "Tweety was always one of my favorites. You ladies ever stop back here and the drinks are on me."

"Thanks, what's your name?" Susan asked.

"Sylvester."

We laughed. I picked up my book bag, giving the guys one last bare-assed flash, then Susan and I left.

Walking hand in hand through the lobby to the bank of elevators, we passed the staff woman who had corralled me when I arrived. Susan stopped to say, "Thanks so much for taking good care of my sister and seeing that she found me. What's your name? I want to mention what you did on the feedback form in room. I never filled it out before, but this time I have something nice to say."

The woman smiled and pulled a card from her pocket. "I'm Ann Warren and thank you very much. Pleased to be of service." But the card fell to the floor as she tried to hand it over.

"I'll get it," I said as I bent over as indelicately as possible and was rewarded by Ann's sharp intake of breath. Pulling a pen from her pocket she took the card from me and wrote on the back.

"Here, that's my cell phone number," she said to Susan. "If you need someone too look after your little sister for a while, just call. I'll be on duty 'til morning but can always take a break."

Susan gave her a big smile. "Gee, what if I need someone to look after me?"

Ann licked her lips. "Anything for our guests." She was in her forties, slim, brown hair up in a bun, and had a beautiful face. I liked her little button nose. Nodding to the big crowd waiting in front of the bank of elevators. "The least I can do is help you avoid the wait. Come with me." Exchanging surprised looks, we followed her to the staff elevator. Using a key card to open the doors she waved us in. "What floor?"

"22," said Susan.

"Oh, how nice. Do you like our executive suites?"

"Yes, they've been redone since I was here before. The big jacuzzi is quite pleasant."

As the doors closed and the elevator began to move I snuggled up to my tall blond friend's side and said, "Maybe we could have a nice soak and you could try and explain again why these," I cupped on of her full breasts, "are some much bigger than these." I pulled up my halter and looked down at my breasts."

"Kate, I've told you about showing yourself in public," Susan scolded as she pushed my top down.

"But it's just us and Auntie Ann, Sis. We're not out in public."

Ann leaned against the wall smiling appreciatively at our act and said, "She's quite precocious, isn't she?"

"Well, sometimes she can be a naughty little girl." Susan looked at me sternly, well, she tried to, but I could see her suppressing a sly grin. "There're times I just want to put her over my knee and spank her naked little bottom."

Ann actually shivered at the thought. "You'd do that? Bend her right over and swat her bare behind?"

"Oh, yes, and make her count as I do it. It's the only thing that makes her mind."

I turned so Ann could see and pulled my skirt up over my ass. Rubbing it, I told her. "She's so mean sometimes. My butt gets all red from the punishment."

"But you know your sister does it because she loves you, don't you?" Ann new quite well how to play this game.

I smiled and hugged Susan tightly, snuggling my face between her breasts. "Oh, yeah! And I love her too!"

The elevator came to a stop and Ann said, "Ah, here we are. It's so nice to have two loving sisters as our guests. Please enjoy your stay and you have my number if I can do anything for you." She emphasized "anything" just a little.

"How about a kiss goodnight, Auntie?" I asked attempting to sound innocent and demure while feeling just the opposite.

Ann leaned down expecting a peck on the cheek, but I took her head in my hands and kissed her long and hard on the mouth. She quickly yielded to my tongue, and when my hands grabbed her ass she returned the grope. Susan stood in the hallway keeping lookout as my new "auntie" pulled up my skirt and fondled my bare ass while playing tongue tag with me.

I pulled myself away and asked Susan, "Do you want to say goodnight to Auntie too?"

"I'd love to," she replied and I watched the surprised and delighted Ann wrap herself around the tall bombshell. The gloves were off now so-to-speak and the two of them ran there hands all over each other while kissing passionately. Finally, it was Ann who pushed away.

In complete disarray but looking quite happy about it, she punched the button for the ground floor and said as the elevator slid doors slid shut, "Call me."

Leading me down the hall by the hand Susan told me, "If I didn't want you all to myself I'd have invited her along."

"Maybe afterward."

"I was hoping you'd have that attitude."

Her suite was three rooms, a good size living room with stuffed couch and chairs arranged around a large flat screen television, a bedroom with kingsize bed, and a large bathroom with a two-person jacuzzi tub. But all I had time for was the exterior wall in the bedroom, nothing but glass from floor to ceiling. Tossing my bag on the bed, I ran over to it and looked out over the city, it's lights twinkling in the night. With no other tall buildings on this side of the hotel, it was like being on top of the world.

"Like it?" asked Susan as she wrapped her arms around me from behind.

"Oh, gosh, it's really beautiful."

"So are you," she told me as her hands roamed over my body. "Ever been with a woman before?"

With her delicious fondling -- hands that seemed to touch me everywhere but avoiding nipples and pussy -- I could barely answer. "Well, not until today, and not like this." Then I mentioned my dinner with Megan and Eric and she made me tell her every detail while stripping off my clothes. Naked and spread-eagled against the glass wall I described what happened in the restaurant as Susan explored my body, now teasing my cunt and lightly pinching my budding nipples.

Kissing my neck, she whispered, "tell me more," then slipped a long finger into to my pussy. I struggled remain coherent as she fingered me, placing light kisses on my bare back down to the crack of my ass. I told her about Dave on the bus, Reverend Brown, and Kevin in the library as she licked my butt, probed my pussy, and teased my clit.

Arousal is a combination of physical and mental events -- or so I've read. Telling my story was almost like reliving it and when combined with Susan's expert fondling my whole body came alive with erotic sensation. But there was one more amazing aspect to the situation: the incredible view of the nighttime cityscape out the glass wall before me and being spread naked in front of it, even at times with my breasts pressed up against the cool clear glass.

Each time I tried to turn and offer her my attention, she made me turn back. "I like having you like this. Just enjoy it." Eventually she had me on my knees before the glass and got underneath me. Laying on the floor she pulled my hips down until my we cunt was on her mouth. My orgasm was wonderful. I came and came until I couldn't take it any more, then climbed off to cuddle my fantastic lover.

After a while she let me take off her clothes -- oh, god, what a body! -- and we got into the enormous bed where I returned, as best I could, the special experience she had given me. Taking my time, being able to roam over her amazing curvy body -- this was quite different than licking Megan under the dinner table in the restaurant. Kissing Susan, sucking her big nipples, and groping her curvy bottom was a treat. Feeling the hard buds in my mouth, listening to her moaning, but finally descending between her legs to lick and suck at her cunt as she climaxed loudly against my tongue -- that was truly special. Now I could say I had a truly fine woman-to-woman experience.

I stroked her hair as we lay naked in the bed. "You know what?"

"What?" she replied looking at me tendering in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"I think I could come again. Happens ever now and then, you know. Instead of being satisfied, one good orgasm just seems to encourage me to try for another."

She smiled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Want me to help?"

"Oh, no. Maybe later. Right now just relax. I was wondering if you wanted just to want to watch."

"You mean...."

"I mean I want you to watch while I play with myself."

"Jesus, you're like the gift that keeps on giving," she said sitting up, her large breasts swaying as she tried and failed to push her long hair back.

"And you know what?"

She laughed. "No, what now?"

"I want you to give Ann a call."

"So she can watch too?"

"Yep, and maybe there can be a little spanking."

"'Cause you're going to be naughty?"

"Oh, very naughty." I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. When I returned Susan was hanging up the phone.

"I told Ann I needed a some help with my little sister and some punishment might be in order." She laughed. "She seemed a bit anxious to show me how much the hotel management wanted to ensure their guests had nothing but the finest experience." I put on my underpants and top and sitting on the edge of the bed bet Susan Ann would arrive inside of a minute.

"The elevator alone takes that long."

"Still...."

There was a knock at the door.

"She wasn't far away," I said to Susan as I went to the door. After checking the peephole to make sure it was Ann, I let her in. "Hi, Auntie Ann, it's so nice to see you again." All I needed was the look on her face at the sight of my Tweety Bird panties to know that she was quite happy to see me too.

She recovered quickly saying, "Oh, Kate, I'm not so happy to see you. I've heard you've been bad."

"Not me. Sis and I just have a difference of opinion." I took her by the hand. "Come on, she's in bed. Help me talk some sense into her." Pulling her into the bedroom I said, "Susan, look who's here," and was about to add something about how happy I was that Ann had come knocking when I was stopped by the vision of loveliness lying on the bed. Susan had pushed the covers down and lay on her side in a classic pose: head propped in one hand, one knee up, her tousled hair flowing behind her, and a hand cupping a breast absentmindedly.

"Hi Ann. How nice of you to stop by. I can't say enough about the service this hotel provides."

After pausing only a moment to get her bearings -- hell, I was stopped in my tracks by the sight of the sexy blond -- Ann said, "It's our pleasure. How can I help you?"

"It's little Kate here. I caught her being bad and she just won't submit to a spanking. She's never done that before."

I bounced on my heels insisting, "But I haven't done anything wrong this time, Susan."

With a raised eyebrow Susan looked at Ann. "See? She just defies me."

"Perhaps, if you told me what she's done, I could be of help, ma'am."

"I think if would be better if Kate showed you." Susan sat up, breasts swaying as she brushed her hair back away from her face. Patting the bed beside her, she said, "Please make yourself comfortable and have a seat here so we can watch Kate from the same perspective. I want to be fair about this. And do call me Susan."

"Certainly Susan," Ann replied. "Would you mind if I used your bathroom first?"

While she was gone I turned on another light and put some music on. I was searching through the minibar wondering what sort refreshment would be best when there was a knock on the door and we heard a voice call out "room service."

Susan said she hadn't ordered anything so I went to investigate. Looking through the peephole, I saw a good looking man in the hotel service uniform standing next to a cart.

"We didn't order anything," I said through the door. You can't be too careful, you know.

After looking at a piece of paper the man replied, "Compliments of the hotel, ma'am. The order is signed my Ann Warren, one of our night managers." I relayed that information to Susan who told me to let him in and opened the door. "Good evening, miss," the man said as he pushed the cart inside. "Where would you like this?"

Only when he squeezed past me did I remember I wasn't wearing a skirt. Too late to do anything about that, I thought, and told him to take it into the bedroom. Then following behind, just as he reached the bedroom I remembered Susan was sitting naked on the bed. I was about to speak when I heard Susan say, "Over here next to the bed would be fine."

Coming to the doorway I found Susan sitting up with her legs akimbo holding a pillow on her lap in what I guessed was a nod to modesty. A small nod. Still, our server didn't flinch as he rolled the cart forward. I suppose working in a hotel for any length of time you see all sorts of things, and in a swanky place like this you're rewarded for pretending nothing is unusual.

"And what have we here?" Susan asked leaning toward the cart.

The server looked to be about 35. He was extremely slim with very dark skin. When he spoke, it was with an accent. Taking the covers of things as he spoke so we could see what he was referring to he said, "Here we have a selection of caviar: Beluga, Ossetra, and Sevruga. I must say this is the finest available. Then here is a platter with a variety of European cheeses. If you'd like to know exactly which ones I will call down to the chef. Here is a fine French bread, freshly baked and still warm from our ovens, and a nice selection of crackers as well."

Eager to see what was on the cart I'd taken a seat on the bed. Smiling at me he pulled the cover from another dish and continued, "And here is an All-American hotdog. Not knowing your tastes the chef has included sides of ketchup, several types of mustard, and both sweet and dill relish. Over here we have potato chips. And," he pulled two big buckets from the cart's bottom shelf, "some soft drinks and champaign on ice. There's just one more thing." Lifting the lid from yet another container, he announced, "a hot fudge Sunday." Susan and I giggled. "Please be careful. The ice cream is on dry ice and over here is the hot fudge. About 20 seconds in the microwave will bring it to temperature. As you can see we have a fruit basket and, if I may be so bold, I think the banana would work quite well on the Sunday."

I clapped with what I hoped was childlike glee and said, "Oh, that you. This is wonderful."

"Ah, please thank Ms Warren, little miss. But if you would like anything else, or for someone to assemble the hot fudge Sunday for you, just call. I am at your service." With that he started to leave.

Susan stopped him, pointing to her purse and saying, "If you'd hand me that, I'd like to give you a tip." When extended her arm to point, one of her lovely breasts slipped out in the open from behind the pillow. She made no move to hide it.

The man smiled. "Thank you very much for your consideration ma'am, but Ms Warren has taken care of everything including the gratuity." He waved at the cart. "This is all with our compliments. And I must say quite sincerely it's been a very real pleasure serving you this evening."

Susan put her pillow aside and extended her hand. "Well thank you very much then."

He shook her hand and then offered a hand to me. "And I hope you enjoy the hotdog, little miss." My hand disappeared in his much larger one. It was surprisingly warm and gentle. "If I can help with anything later on, like assembling that Sunday for you, I would be honored."

"Abassi thank you for delivering our refreshment. That will be all for now." It was Ann speaking from the doorway where she stood in nothing but her blouse the tail of which came down to mid-thigh. After giving me a wink, a big smile, and mouthing "call me," Abassi left.

Susan said, "Ann this must have cost a fortune. The caviar alone...."

"All on the hotel. As a manager I have a discretionary fund to ensure our best guests are happy with their stay."

"But, ah, I think you called him Abassi, he said you'd taken care of the tip as well."

Ann climbed onto the bed beside her. "Yes, I did. Abassi and I have an understanding."

"I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with the hotel management on our account."

Ann chuckled. "Don't worry about that. Abassi doesn't work for the hotel." Responding to our confused looks, she continued, "He's a Nigerian businessman who comes here at least once a month to do business. Oxford educated as I recall. Anyway, this cart was sent to his room compliments of the hotel. We do it every time he visits because he spends money like there's no tomorrow. The hotdog and Sunday were his idea when I told him about Kate. As for the gratuity, I help him out finding 'partners' from time to time, and, to tell you the whole truth, he's helped me out that way as well. Sometimes he finds women who like the company of, what can I say, a woman my age."

As we took that in Ann slipped back into her hotel manager persona. "Now, I'd like to help you with Kate, the recalcitrant young woman. Just what has she been up to?" The she dipped a cracker into the caviar and fed it to Susan.

"I've been good," I told them. "I was just exploring."

"Show Ann what you were up to," Susan told me as she fed a caviar ladened cracker to Ann.

"I was just rubbing down here," I said as I rubbed my pussy through my panties. "It felt nice."

"Show Ann what I saw you doing, Kate."

"But you said it was wrong and were going to spank me for it."

"We'll let Ann decide if it okay or if you deserve to be punished. How's that?"

I tried to look scared and confused, even as my pussy tingled at the thought of what I was going to do. "Well, okay. I trust Auntie Ann."

"Go ahead then."

Ann chimed in, "You know I'll be fair, dear. Now show me what you were doing."

"I didn't have my panties on before."

"Then take them off."

"Right in front of you?"

"Yes, dear. If it helps I'll take mine off too." We both slipped out of our underwear. Ann spread her legs, hooking one over Susan's. "See that's not so bad. We're all girls here."

I pressed my thighs together. "But you're not hairy like me." Ann's bush was neatly trimmed. She played with it.

"Sure I am. It's just that I've trimmed my hair. I'll be happy to show you how later if you like."

"Well, okay." I parted my legs.

"Now what were you doing that made your sister upset?"

"Just this," I said as I ran my fingers over my pussy lips. "Just what you're doing now. See Susan, it's not bad."

Susan gave me her stern look. "But that's not what you were doing, Kate. Show Ann everything."

"Well," I squirmed, "I was doing this." I pushed a finger inside my cunt. "But what's wrong with it? It feels nice?"

"But that's not all you were doing."

"Yeah, but since it was kinda nice to put one finger in there, I thought I'd try two." I matched my actions to my words. "It does feel nice, Susan, really."

"Come on, Kate, show Ann everything. Get on your hands and knees like when I saw you."

I did so and pushed three fingers into my now very hot cunt. "Is this what you mean?"

"It's closer, but your other hand was doing something too." She touched my anus. "In here. Show us that."

Good lord, I thought, she wants me to finger my ass. I'd never done that, never even thought of it. Still, I loved playing with myself in front of these women. Why not experiment? I licked a finger and put it against my other opening. "You mean like this?"

"Yes, but it was inside."

With more than a little trepidation I slipped my fingertip into my bottom. At first it felt, well, weird, but it wasn't long before it felt arousing.

"That's a start," Susan intoned, "but when I found you your finger was way up inside. Show Ann what I'm talking about."

With my face pressed into the satin sheets I pushed the finger into my ass, working it in and out until it wouldn't go any farther. What an experience! The sensation of having my rectum invaded by own finger was coupled with doing this for the first time in front of two women who I'd met just that day. God, it was hot!

Susan went on, "Now, Kate, when I walked in the room and found you doing this, you weren't silent. I mean, it was bad enough seeing you do this, but you were moaning too, weren't you?"

"Er, yeah, Sis. I was."

"Demonstrate for Ann. If she's going to pass judgment on you, she needs to have the same experience I had."

Ann spoke up then. "Oh, I've seen enough, Susan. Kate's a very naughty girl and I think the punishment should fit the crime." Hearing this, I started pull my finger out. "Oh, no, Kate. You put that right back." Then again to Susan, "I recommend spanking her now, when she's in the midst of doing these very bad things to herself. Fingers in her vagina. Even in her behind! We need to teach her how bad that is."

"I agree," Susan said. "Kate, you just hold still. That is, you just stay in that position but keep your fingers moving. We're going to spank you so you know this is exactly what your being punished for."

Fingering my ass and cunt, I said, "Oh, no, Sis. Don't do that. I'll be good."

"Yes you will, you little minx." Wack! She slapped my ass hard. I yelped and held still.

Wack! Ann hit me on the other cheek. "You keep those fingers moving young lady and take you punishment."

God, it really hurt. I have a tight little ass without much extra padding to cushion the blows, but, still, after the initial pain my arousal grew as the warmth spread. I got my fingers moving again.

"That's better," Susan said as she swatted me again. A smack from Ann soon followed. I cried out each time.

"How many do you think she deserves?" Ann asked.

Susan answered. "I think six more for being so naughty and then another six for resisting. Does that seem fair to you?"

"You're her sister, so I understand the leniency."

"Well, she's already had four."

"I think twenty altogether would be appropriate."

"Okay, twenty it is."

"And she should count."

"Of course," Susan agreed. "You heard that Kate. You're to count as we spank you."

Listening to them deciding my punishment made me a little crazy. I feared the pain while at the same time couldn't wait for them to continue. "Yes, Susan. I'll count," I told her.

Smack! "Five." Smack. "Six!"

It was delicious. I could feel myself rising to a climax. As we passed "nine" and "ouch, ten!" I nearly came, but the next blow took the edge off.

It was fascinating. Anticipating the next smack my arousal increased dramatically, nearly to a climax, then the blow would fall and the pain at first pull me back. Yet, as it spread and diminished, my body would fill with a warm erotic glow starting from my abused ass and extending in every direction, and I'd begin to think about being swatted again which caused my arousal to heighten. Smack, smack, smack, smack. "Fourteen, fifteen, fuck, sixteen, ouch, seventeen!" The blows came irregularly. I could never be sure how long the pause between would be.

"She swore, Susan. I think we need a couple of spanks."

"Agreed."

My ass was on fire and I was reaching a sexual peak that I'd never imaged. Smack, smack.

"This is hard work. You must be getting hot," Susan said to Ann. "Let me help you out of that blouse."

Smack. "Twenty, errh!"

"Why thank you."

Smack. "Uh, twenty-one."

"Just one more."

Smack. "Oh, twenty-two!"

When there lips and tongues touched my ass tenderly, I came like never before. Plunging my finger in my ass and cunt, I cried out, "Yes, oh god, yes!" Hands cupped my tits and pulled at my nipples while the tongues continued to lick my buttocks. I kept coming. Finally the women pulled away and I fell on my side, finger still in my orifices milking the last erotic sensations from the sadomasochistic experience.

Susan's eyes locked on mine. "Too much?" she asked.

"Oh, no, just right," I replied with a sigh, pulling my fingers out of first my ass then my pussy. Rolling off the bed I told them I'd better clean up and walked unsteadily to the bathroom. When I returned, I found the two of them in a sixty-nine with Susan on top. I played with her ass as they came.

We were enjoying the caviar when there was a knock on the door. I went to investigate. Seeing Abassi, our Nigerian businessman and sometime hotel server, I opened the door and stood naked in front of him.

He just smiled. "I was thinking you might be too shy to ask for help with that Sunday. May I be of service?"

I grinned. The man had balls showing up like this. Over my shoulder I called out, "It's Abassi. He's wondering if he may be of service."

Susan called back, "I don't need anything, but I'd like to watch you with him."

"Same here," called Ann.

With a big smile, I said, "Why don't you come in, that is, if you have a condom."

From his pocket, he pulled out a strip of them. "As an honorary member of the hotel staff, I only promote safe sex."

Later, with his full erect dick in side me and my sore ass on fire again as it brushed against him, I reflected on how much fun a girl could have with a couple of open minded lesbians and one horny if especially skinny African. While he fucked me from behind I ate Susan and then Ann. After we all paused for refreshment, during which I found that Abassi liked hotdogs and really could assemble a find hot fudge Sunday, I sucked him off as the girls took turns eating me.

The sun was coming up when first Abassi then Ann said their goodbyes. Alone in the suite with Susan I took a shower after which I considered my ass in the bathroom room mirror. It was red but there weren't any welts. Well worth it, I decided. While she sat naked on the bed and watched I got dressed.

"Kate, I've never had such a fine time with anyone, or with any combination of people," she told me as I adjusted my skirt.

"Me either. And I really hate goodbyes so just give me a kiss." She did, long and heartfelt. "You've got my number and email and I've got yours," I told her as I left. "I hope we meet again." Then I left. Just like that.

I took the bus home. What else would you expect? Being Sunday there weren't many passengers, so I suppose the driver thought it a bit odd that I stood in the aisle hanging on to one of straps. I wondered how long it might before I could sit comfortably. Then I saw Rev. Brown's church coming up and pulled the cord to signal a stop.

Getting of the bus, book bag in hand, I somewhat gingerly approached the church. I was hardly dressed for Sunday services. As I was pondering this, I heard a bright, "Hi Kate," behind me and turned to look. It was Dave, the soon-to-be college athlete I'd met at the beginning of my excursion.

Laughing, I said, "Hi Dave."

"You remember? Why are you laughing?"

"No offense intended. I just can't believe the coincidence in meeting you here."

He smiled. "Yeah, probably didn't think I was the church-going type, did you? Have to admit, I didn't think you were either."

"Well, can't say that I am, but I met Rev. Brown on the bus after you got off."

"He's pretty cool, isn't he? Turns out he was quite a sprinter in his day." Dave joined me and we walked toward the church together. "So are you going to the service?"

"I don't know. I was just on my way home and saw the church. I'm not sure why I got off here."

He smiled again. "Divine inspiration?"

I knew he knew I was wearing the very same clothes he'd seen me in the day before. "Probably not. More like I'm not ready to go home just yet."

"Have a good time in the city?"

"Yeah, it was nice. How was your track practice."

"Brutal."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

He laughed. "Don't be sorry. It's always like that. I don't want to be surprised when I get to college."

"Oh, I get it. Well then, I'm glad it was brutal."

Grinning, he said, "You're really a treat, Kate. Tell me, just how old are you? At first I thought you were about 15, but after what you said as I got off the bus and remembering the goth girl I'd seen before.... Well, I'm confused."

"And seeing me in the same clothes today probably doesn't give the sense I'm a 'nice' girl, does it?"

"Didn't say that. Just wondering how old you are."

"I'm 21."

"Wow."

"And I'd guess you're 18."

"And you'd be right."

I decided to lay my cards on the table. "So, Dave, I was thinking of attending church for the first time in a long time but, you know what? I don't have a clue as to what time it is or when services might start."

I thought he might laugh at me and walk away. Instead he sat down on the steps of the church and patted the concrete next to him. "Why not sit down?" I did, if very slowly. "It's about nine o'clock and services start in two hours," he told me. 

"So what are you doing here?"

"You'll never believe it."

"Try me."

"I'm here to practice."

"Really? Do they, like, have a track here or something?"

He laughed. "Not that kind of practice. I'm the organist. There relatively simple, but I like to go through the hymns and choir pieces one last time before doing the service."

He was right. I didn't believe it and told him so.

"Come on then. Let me show you," he said standing up and offering his hand. I took it and he led me into the church. Even with this display of confidence I'd didn't believe the guy who'd I'd teased the day before, this 18 year old guy, could possibly be the church organist.

As he led me down the main aisle in the sanctuary toward the organ console, he told me, "I started playing piano when I was nine. My mom plays. Then a few years ago the older guy, okay he was ancient, who was the organist here began to teach me to play this." We stood before the impressive instrument. "I liked it. He died a year ago and I've been filling in ever since. I sure hope they can find a permanent replacement before I go off to college." He flipped a couple of switches and I heard the organ come to life. "You like Bach?" he asked and then played a few bars. The church seemed to shake when the pipes filled with sound. He grinned. "Impressive, isn't it? It's not me, it's the instrument. It's a good one. You don't usually find one of this quality in a small church. I thank my teacher for that."

"Holy cow," I said, "I don't feel right being here dressed like this." Standing there in the sanctuary, especially after hearing the organ music, I felt completely out of place. My still warm behind reminded me of the erotic events of the day before and particularly of the last night.

Dave just smiled and said, "Well, I could quote some scripture about God's house being open to everyone and all that, but I doubt that'd put you at ease. Still, why don't you stay and listen while I practice. You can always leave well before services start." He patted the bench he sat on. "Please, sit down. I'd love to play for you."

Feeling very naughty, for the first time actually naughty rather than playfully so, I sat down on my sore ass.

"Before the service starts I'll play this piece by Bach," he told me then played the whole piece containing the little rift he'd done just a minute ago. When done, Dave said, "I think he was younger than me when he wrote that."

"Gosh it was beautiful."

"No one has ever written better." He grinned. "But theirs always something new to play." He launched into Heart and Soul and I laughed. He stopped and said, "I love your laugh. Here, you do the bass part. It goes like this." He showed me which pedals to push with my feet. Soon we were making music together, sure it was pretty lame, but I was having fun in a church for like the first time ever. Then he started singing in a fine baritone as he played.

"Heart and soul, I fell in love with you / Heart and soul, the way a fool would do, / madly / Because you held me tight / And stole a kiss in the night."

Jesus, I thought, he's like a fantasy guy, track star, organ player, singer. When he stopped, I muttered, "Oh, fuck."

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I stood up saying, "I can't do this. You're too much, and I've just been out, well, you know...."

He took my hand. "Maybe fooling around a little bit?"

"More than a little."

"So? Did you hurt anyone?"

"Hell, er, heck, no."

"Then what's the harm?"

I looked around at the sanctuary and it's religious symbols. "Duh?"

"Oh, don't get caught up in the superficial stuff. It bothered me for a while too. But all this," he waved his hand at religious trappings surrounding us, "is just history, tradition. It's a big mistake, at least how I understand it, to put the symbolism before the message. And message is about love and concern for each other."

"I really wish I had said that," came a voice from behind. Both Dave and I twisted around to see Rev. Brown walking down the aisle toward us. "Hi Kate. Hi Dave. I heard Heart and Soul and it just drew me over here." He joined us. "Kate, Dave put it very well. This church is all about reaching out, not pushing people away. We have these old symbols, but a very relevant contemporary message. You can be a part of getting that message across. I don't preach about sinning or sinners, but about helping and extending a hand to others."

They were being too nice, I thought. "But on the bus, with both of you, I was...."

"You were playful. You're young and trying to find your way," said Rev. Brown.

"But...."

"And I'm sure Dave, just like me, couldn't take his eyes off you. We're men and hard wired to respond to a sexy woman. But I bet, just like me, Dave didn't take advantage of you." He took my hand. "It's okay to be a young sexy woman and want to express that. Just like it's okay to be a talented athlete like Dave here who can also be a fine musician. It's natural to want to express our gifts. And I think it's okay to be part of a church like ours where all of that is appreciated." He let my hand go. "What do you think? I've a choir robe that's just your size, you know."

And that's how I joined the choir. If I my say so, it's never been the same since.