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Administrator — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 14:48:19 +0000

“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.”

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Administrator — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 16:05:16 +0000

“Oh Kate!” the woman exclaimed, “you’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t
you?”
Kate smiled and nodded, and the woman leaned over, giving her a short
kiss on the lips. “I’d like you to meet Jennifer and Tom, some friends I
brought along tonight.”
Tom was an athletic looking young man of perhaps 26, with a nice
looking cock standing between his legs. His light brown hair formed a
thick mat over his chest, which Kate didn’t care for.
Jennifer, on the other hand, was incredibly sexy. Jennifer sported an
all over tan, not a trace of tan-lines. She had soft, sexy brown eyes, and
long brown hair that hung past her shoulders. Best of all, she was petite,
almost flat chested, with a large pair of dark, cone-shaped nipples. Her
legs were lean and Kate felt her pussy just oozing her cream at the sight
of Jennifer’s hairless pussy. Jennifer’s eyes were drawn the streaks and
pools of cum all over Kate’s fair body.

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Administrator — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 11:24:10 +0000

“We’ll get to that, but first you must learn the most important rule
about the Club. We always try to give more than we receive.” She sat back
between my legs and rubbed my thighs gently, not heading for my pussy, just
exploring in a very slow, and loving way. Cheryl knelt above my head, her
pussy sitting invitingly close. She then moved her knees to my shoulders and
put enough pillows under my shoulders and head to give me perfect access to her
damp pussy.
I tried to remember what Cheryl had done to me, and hoped that my
eagerness, would make up for me inexperience. I explored her lips and found
her clit, hiding away. I lapped like Becky had done, tasting Cheryl’s juices.
“No, no, Anne. Just do what you feel like. We all do it different ways
and that is what makes us each special when we give pleasure. Try again.”
Cheryl’s tone didn’t seem to displeased, but I took her advice and just did
what seemed best. I sucked on her clit, I nuzzled her hair and lips, and I
dove deeply into her with my tongue.
After a while, I realized that the sounds I was hearing were from Becky
and Cheryl necking above me. I didn’t mind, as they both seemed able to pay a
little attention to my breasts. Just enough to keep them tingling and my pussy
moist.

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Administrator — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 15:05:14 +0000

Soon, Cheryl’s hands began to wander, unbuttoning my blouse and
slipping between me and the couch to undo the catch on my brassiere. She was
very adept and I felt the straps go loose on my shoulders instantly, my chest
expanding with the freedom she had given my breasts.
Again I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations of kissing
my best friend, another girl. The soft lips, the sweet lipstick, her slick
tongue, the heat of our breaths mingling.
Cheryl slipped her hand under my loose bra and rubbed my breasts,
pinching my nipples until they were hard and big. Meanwhile, Becky had knelt
in front of me. She pushed my legs apart, brought her face up to my crotch
and breathed in deeply. From the look on her face, my white cotton shorts did
nothing to hide my state of arousal. She grabbed the snap on the shorts,
popping it quickly and then began to draw my shorts down my legs.
My attention was brought from Becky’s attentions when Cheryl moved to
hold me closely, our kisses becoming more passionate than I had imagined. Too
soon, she broke away and helped me take my shirt and bra off, leaving my
throbbing nipples in the air-conditioned cool of her living room. Becky pulled
Cheryl’s pull-over off and deftly removed her bra. Cheryl returned to our tight
torso embrace, our breasts now rubbing each other. Becky slipped a finger under
either side of my panties and pantyhose and pulled them off quickly, leaving
me naked to our desires. Becky pulled my legs apart again and returned her
face to my crotch. I could feel her long hair against my thighs and her head
was pressed to Cheryl’s side.

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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.

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Administrator — Sun, 02 Sep 2007 14:45:37 +0000

Hickory was some kind of founding father, sitting atop a large horse
with the feet firmly planted. I hadn’t gotten the story yet about the
purpose of this chunk of bronze, but the bushes had grown up against
the pedestal, a perfect hiding place.

Unfortunately, the frat search party thought so too. So to escape
notice as they approached, we climbed the statue. Me first, then
Angie. I know this doesn’t sound too reasonable as a course of action.
But over the years, the university had allowed the trees about Hickory
to grow freely. Now the leaves and thin branches afforded a certain
amount of concealment.

We got up on good ol’ Hickory’s horse, me right behind him, and Angie
clutching at me in turn directly behind. That’s when it really
started. The rustling in the bushes below soon subsided.