“Both.” Jennifer said boldly, although only one woman had ever eaten
her, and she’d experienced a tremendous orgasm.
“So what sort of special pussy-eating do you like?” Kate asked.
Jennifer blushed a little and began quietly. “Well, it’s my fantasy,
and I thought, well, I thought I could do it here.”
Kate smiled at her charming bashfulness. “What’s it about?”
Jennifer related her complex fantasy. “I want to be tied up, with my
legs spread, sitting over a girl’s mouth, while guys cum in me, one after
another, and she licks their cum out of me.”
The girl nodded slightly, her eyes still staring at Kate’s tits.
“Well, I love the feel of it on me, and I think it’s really sexy.”
Kate said, looking for a reaction in Jennifer. Seeing none, she continued.
“Not too many women like guys to cum in their mouths, or all over their
faces and tits, but I love it.”
Jennifer looked up at Kate, and smiled a little. This encouraged Kate.
“I think it’s really sexy to be sitting here next to you, covered in
cum, sperm all over my cunt, ass, tits, and face, and you’re trying to
pretend that nothing’s out of the ordinary. I’m so wet right now I could
cum by just touching my clit.” Kate said.
Jennifer said nothing, but looked at Kate’s reddish bush. She looked
back at Kate, and reached out, brushing her fingers lightly through Kate’s
cum soaked pubic hair, and caressing her just above her clit. Kate moaned.
Jennifer’s fingers found Kate’s pearl, and Kate shuddered, causing
droplets of cum to wend their way down her body. The fingers withdrew, and
Kate opened her eyes, seeing Jennifer licking her fingers slowly.
“So you like to be sucked?” Kate asked. Jennifer nodded. “By men or
Kate nodded. “What do you like to do?” She asked Jennifer.
Jennifer looked up and over at Margaret, and saw a barely perceptible
nod from her older friend. She looked back at Kate. “Get my pussy licked.”
She said in a quiet voice.
“Hmmm, don’t we all?” Kate said, finishing her drink.
“Yes, but Jennifer likes something special with it.” Margaret said.
“I’ll leave you two to talk about it. I’m overdue in the pool. See you
Margaret walked out the door, with Jennifer’s face looking slightly
worried. Kate soothed her and told her to sit down on the next stool. The
small girl did, staring at Kate’s sperm-drenched body.
“I look like a slut huh?” Kate asked Jennifer.
“Hi.” Kate said, smiling at Jennifer.
“Hi.” Jennifer replied quietly.
“Hey, Tom.” Margaret said, and Kate looked at her friend too. “Why
don’t you try the green room? It’s got just what you’re looking for.”
Tom smiled, and said good-bye to Kate and the other two women.
Kate looked right at Jennifer. “How old are you Jennifer?”
“Eighteen.” She said, blushing and then casting her gaze away from
Kate’s intense green eyes. Jennifer’s eyes locked on the small pool of
sperm that was trickling down between Kate’s breasts.
“This is her first time here.” Margaret said. “She’s never been to an
orgy, so this is all new to her.”
“A little service please!” A man’s voice called out from the other end
of the bar. Carrie lingered for a long moment, then turned and walked down
towards the semi-naked man. Kate watched Carrie’s hips sway as she moved
away, and glanced at the man. He stood with a towel around his waist, and
ordered several drinks. Carrie was handing him the paper cups, drinks to
go, when several animated voices with naked bodies entered the room.
Kate looked around and a man and two women entered the room. Either
they’d just arrived, or they’d showered recently. All three were smooth
and dry, both the brunette women showing fine tans. Kate knew the taller
of the two from previous visits to the club, and she recognized Kate. The
voices trailed off as the man and other woman saw Kate sitting at the end
of the bar.
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I couldn’t swear it happened but I thought she was almost kissing my
neck. The noise of the bus barely covered my moans. I still don’t know
if she heard me. My weak knees dropped me lower, almost certainly into
her large soft bosom. Well not quite, but I could no longer tell.
Her knee wasn’t grinding against me. But it might as well have been,
for shortly I shuddered, a small orgasm whose sounds I squelched to
the best of my ability. I had to have been flushed into a fresh red
tint, but no one other than Angie would have seen it. And she was
still looking over my shoulder.
I thought so anyway.
“Are you all right, Jane?” She sounded concerned as I gasped for
“I’ll be fine as soon as I can get some air…,” I managed, just
barely in control now. I feared her reaction if she knew how she had
come to affect me.
“We’ll get off here then, I don’t want you to faint on the bus.”
“No, No,” I faintly decried the idea, “I’ll be fine, really.”
“I’ll judge that after I have you out of this terrible crowd.”
She dragged me out into cooler air, holding me up in case I fainted.
I wasn’t going to, but by then I knew I’d rather she thought I would,
than she really know what had happened.
We abandoned the shopping trip and started home. I had really wanted a
new dress, but I agreed with her about the crowds being too much. So
we stopped at the corner deli, bought sandwiches and had a picnic in
our company room.
I settled in on the couch. She turned on the TV and sat down with me.
We laughed a bit at a Soap Opera, picking out our favorite actors or
actresses, finding we had lost track of who was sleeping with who.
All the time in classes had kept us from staying current with the
After a few moments Angie turned to me, took my shoulders and pulled
me towards her. She leaned in herself, and gave me a tender,
unquestionably sexual, kiss. Then she pulled back again.
“How do you feel about that?,” she whispered, a twinge of fear in her
voice. I was startled. Here I was terrified she’d find out about my
desire for her, she was screwing up her courage to come on to me.
I wondered for a moment just how accidental her knee in my crotch was
on the bus ride, and then, if she knew how I’d reacted on the statue.
It took seconds to realize I didn’t care. I could find out later.
I put my arms around her neck and pulled her to me. I explored her
lips, those same lips she’d excited me with on the statue and the bus.
I found behind them the soft tongue, and in moments I was lost to the
passion of holding her tightly, her breasts against mine.
She took the next step. It was Angie’s fingers playing along the tips
of my nipples bringing them sharply to attention. I felt the cupping
grasp she used, and her delicate rubbing with thumbs to excite me.
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We tried to face each other to chat, but soon we were bumped so close
together we were looking over each other’s shoulder. Well, not quite.
My head was leaned against Angie’s shoulder. If I were to let my chin
drop, I would have my face buried between her breasts.
Leg room was cramped too. Angie being larger than myself had her knee
almost in my crotch. On top of this her moist breath was once again
raising goose bumps along my neck. I felt my chest tighten, a sharp
breath come into my lungs, and soon my body was moving on it’s own
again from proximity to this creature of my desire.
I don’t know how best to explain it other than to say the potholes in
the road are bad, and the suspension of the bus were equally bad. I
could feel each bump thrust Angie’s knee into my crotch, and my body
was a glowing flame in response.
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We decided two days later on a shopping trip. Neither of us had a
car, so this meant riding the bus. It turned out we’d picked the worst
possible hour to leave, and the bus was packed. After we had paid our
fare and worked our way in, we found ourselves stuck between a large
guy looking for all the world like the epitome of a Hell’s Angel, and
some fat fellow neither one of us wanted to get close to.
I sat and cried for an hour. I knew she wouldn’t be mine. I wanted to
hold her hand and have her smiling at me. I would have to settle on
knowing she would be my friend, as long as she never learned how I
really felt about her.
I cleaned up, fed the cats, and went to bed. There wasn’t anything
else to do, no place to go, no way to fix it so I didn’t feel this
I hid it pretty well the next day, she couldn’t know what I was
looking for in her. Just one clue she’d return the feelings I had. It
was all I really wanted to see.
I was Harmony’s girlfriend and I loved her. I longed to hold her close, the feeling was eating away at me so
strongly. But I dared not say anything. She would turn on me
immediately, I felt sure.
The next week she went out with some guy she knew from Organic. A
chemistry class of some sort. This brought the entire sensation into a
sharper focus. I watched her dress, putting on a very sexy blouse I’d
helped her pick out. I watched as she put on her makeup, a few simple
touches to accent her already beautiful face. Then I saw her smile at
him, hold his hand and leave.
But still she is mine now
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We slipped into the apartment an hour later, our trophy in our hands.
Relief washed over us. I gave her a roomie hug, and dropped the trophy
into her dresser drawer. It was really her prize. She should keep it
to remember our fun.
After that night though, my view of Angie changed. I knew she aroused
me, even if she didn’t. I could no longer look at her without seeing
the tender fingers which had brought the tingling arousal through my
hips, the breasts that rolled against my back, and the lips that had
brushed so softly along my neck. Sometimes, just looking at her
lovely face brought the goose bumps back.
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“I think they’re gone, roomie.” She quickly started to slide down the
back of the horse, apparently unaware of the effect she’d had on me. I
rejoiced I hadn’t betrayed us with an orgasm while hiding out. I also
rejoiced she hadn’t found out she was arousing me. Our friendship
would be over, and I wouldn’t have that.
I managed to settle myself down before dropping to the ground. It was
good the darkness concealed my face. I had to have been flushed red
from the excitement contact with Angie’s body had given me.
I felt my body calm itself, and Angie apparently believed my panting
on the statue was from fear. She became very protective of me for the
rest of our little jaunt, making me hide while she stood watch
whenever she suspected the frat search parties were near.
A few more movements on her part and I was panting. I tried to cover
it up, but I felt sure she must hear it. She must know, my body was
adding it’s own motions, grinding the statue against my crotch. But I
bite down, suppressing the sounds trying to escape from my throat. I
fought to hide, not only from the pursuing frat members, but from the
girl who had quietly become my best friend.
Her fingers rested on my waist, and moved to my hips as she continued
to check for our victims. For myself, every touch she made brought
more heat to my cheeks. I could even imagine feeling her nipples
rubbing against my back. I prayed to myself for a soft gentle orgasm,
that she not know how her body had aroused me.
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She started to pop up and down, peering out through the branches,
pushing down on my hips. Every time she did this, I found myself being
pushed into a ridge on the back of the horse statue, my crotch
rubbing against the fabric of my jeans. After the first few times, her
hot breath on my neck in combination with the rubbing, I was beginning
to feel weak, I tucked my head against my chest while I held onto
“I still see them,” she whispered, her lips right up against my neck.
Goose bumps shivered down my spine. I could feel her holding herself
along the length of my back, her chest an interesting and soft
pressure from behind. My breath caught once, a red haze of warmth
flowing up my back, and down from my neck.
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“Hsst,” Angie’s warm breath whispered into my ear. “I’ll try to
stretch, see if I still see them in the field below.”
My view was obstructed both by tree and statue alike, so I simply
nodded. She humped herself up a bit, her hands on my hips. She soon
found a hole she could peek through, and dropped back down again.
Her breath was hot, not warm, as she breathed against the back of my
neck. I could feel the small hairs stiffen there in response.
“They’re still out there, Jane.” She held on to my hips. I felt very
unusual, trapped on top of a statue with my roomie, a stolen Frat
banner in my hands. Fear had vanished, a certain conspiratorial
sensation drew me closer to Angie in that moment. A sense of
comradery, perhaps a sense of close affection.
“It’s okay, we just won’t get caught. Come on,” and taking me by the
hand, she hauled me away from my studies, Sambo, and any real social
event we might have attended that night.
Now I won’t bore you with the details of how we got up to the Tau
Delta Chi’s banner, hanging over their front door. Suffice it to say
we were on our way down, when one of the guys shouted about two girls
stealing their flag. It was a bit of a fright, soon the entire frat
was scrambling about the campus searching for us.
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Okay, it was a stupid stunt, and I was scared. What happened next is
what really shocked me. And the shock, yes, even the surprise, was
We ran in front of the administration building, down the steps towards
the park behind. We saw a bunch of the frat hanging out in the open
area ahead of us, and more in pursuit behind. The only hiding place
we could find was amid the bushes behind Hickory’s statue.
Suddenly Sambo, our gray stray, spent a period being sprayed with the
kitty discipline bottle. I’d gotten him once, Angie got him once,
then we both reached for the water at the same time. It caused a bit
of a chuckle.
“We should go do something,” Angie told me. “Something to get out of
the walled in mind set.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I’d like to raid one of the Frats…”
“Raid? I don’t know what you mean.”
“We’ll break in and swipe something. Like their letters banner or
“That’s not such a great idea, Angie.”