Thursday came and we decided to take a brief out-of-town trip. Anita didn’t want anyone in our community to even think we were lovers, much less catch us going into a motel. Unfortunately there was a convention in town, and after being turned away from several motels we headed home. I thought I heard a small sigh of relief. As we passed a Holiday Inn we decided to try one last time.
When I returned to the car, she looked up with a faint smile and said, “No luck, huh?” When I dangled the room keys, she shrank back into the seat, her smile gone. I felt an odd mixture of irritation and amusement. It was obvious the last thing Anita wanted was to hop into bed with a white man.
After we found our room Anita rushed to take a shower. I smiled again as I heard her lock the bathroom door. When she emerged, in a cloud of steam, she was wrapped head to toe in towels. She imperiously announced that I could now use the shower.
I half expected her to be gone when I came out, but she was watching television with the blankets tight around her chin. The mound of towels on the floor indicated she was naked beneath the covers. I sat down on the edge of the bed and we both pretended to watch the show.
Without saying a word, I turned and looked at her. She said, “Don’t rush me.” I smiled and pretended to watch TV again.
After a few minutes I leaned over and kissed her. Not our usual goodnight peck, but a moist, sweet kiss. All the walls came tumbling down. No black, no white, just a man and a woman. As I slid beneath the covers our naked bodies melted together.
I pulled back. I had dreamed of this moment for so long. Slowly I gazed at her nakedness. She was an ebony Venus, exquisite in every detail. Each beautiful breast was full and round, with a dark, swollen nipple that looked like a ripe blackberry. Between her satin-smooth thighs was a glistening wedge of dark curls. When I finally looked up there was a smile on her lips.
As I began kissing and licking her inner thighs, she leaned back and opened up to me. Her pussy was like a beautiful exotic flower. Each petal was trimmed in ebony while the center was a rich pink. As my tongue caressed her, sweet nectar flowed to my lips. Her hands urged me on. As I licked her clit, spasms shook her body. She began to moan and arch to meet my hungry mouth.
I moved up until I was looking into her half-closed, lust-filled eyes. The head of my swollen cock pressed against her hot, moist cunt. Slowly I slid into her. With each inch, her eyes grew wider. At first I took my time. Each stroke was long, slow and deep. She felt so good. Her pussy was tight, holding my dick like an old friend.
As our passion grew, our speed increased. Breathing became shallow and rapid. Sweat poured from our bodies.
Anita cried out, “Oh yes, oh yes! Fuck me baby, fuck me!” I was only too happy to obey. I felt the pleasure building. I tried to hold back, but there was no stopping. Grabbing her beautiful ass, I buried my rod deep inside her. My cock erupted, pulsing with each spurt. She wrapped her arms around me with a moan, and I felt her body shudder.
Now when someone mentions race relations I can’t help but smile a little. I’ve learned a lot about the subject from Anita, and I like to think I’ve taught her a thing or two in return.
OFFICE ORIENTATION
Our receptionist is an eighteen-year-old girl who is the epitome of innocence. She looks almost like a librarian, but a very sexy librarian.
I saw in her eyes a thirst for life and its challenges. As the human resources manager for a large Midwest company, it was my job to give direction and nourishment to her desires. Since she was new to the corporate world, I decided I would really take her under my wing.
Her name is Debbie. She has a great body, but the clothes she chose to wear seemed like attempts to hide it. During the course of our many conversations I discovered the reason. She was very shy, having lived a relatively sheltered life in a small, rural community. I realized she needed more than simply company orientation. She needed orientation to life.
We made plans to spend a weekend together. I wanted to take her shopping—let her know what it is like to “go out with the girls.” When the weekend arrived I picked her up at her apartment and we headed for the mall. I told Debbie that we would find clothes that were a bit more stylish than what she was accustomed to wearing. She excitedly agreed.
We stopped at a large department store and proceeded to the ladies’ department. I picked out a few sensuous outfits for her, and we both went into the dressing room. Debbie tried them on. As she was changing I caught my first glimpse of what she really looks like—a beautiful young woman, fully developed in every sense of the phrase. Until then I had not paid much attention to her body because it had been so disguised. She had the figure of a goddess. Her breasts were firm and uplifted, with nipples that seemed to point at me. Her cunt had sparse blonde hair that revealed much of her pussy. I felt it was a sin for her to not show off her fine attributes.
I was feeling familiar stirrings within me as I watched Debbie try on the different outfits. I had never felt that way toward a member of my own sex. I felt confused: contradicting thoughts were fluttering through my mind.
I decided we were going to spice up her outfits a bit more than I had planned. I took her to the lingerie department.
I picked out some garter belts, bras, panties, teddies and a few other accessories which, I explained to her, would help her feel good about herself. I told her I usually wear them myself because they are so comfortable. Debbie was skeptical at first, but decided to go along because I was being so nice to spend time with her.
After I picked out some items, we headed back to the dressing room. She fumbled with the garter belt, so I helped her attach it to the stockings, accidentally touching her thighs in the process. I wanted to grab her, yet I was afraid of how she might react.
I am not sure who shuddered more when she pulled the
G-string up her long thighs and, innocently enough, pulled too far, sliding the silky material into her cunt. I enjoyed watching her as she slid a finger in to retrieve the G-string from her warm, moist depths. I could tell she was as excited as I was.
Next I helped her put on a skimpy little bra I had picked out. I enjoyed the softness of her breasts, and I spent a little extra time making sure the fit was good. Her nipples were hard and erect, pointing out at me in an inviting way. We looked deep into each other’s eyes as I finished her fitting. I was about to tell her we should be going, when she raised her finger to my lips to silence me. I gently began licking and sucking her finger. Surprise and lust were written on her face as I moved from her finger to her nipples, then down to taste another woman’s pussy for the first time in my life.
Debbie lay back on the little stool. I was on fire as I pulled the G-string to one side and slid a finger into her honey-pot. I lowered my mouth and drove my tongue into her as far as I could, savoring her sweet taste. She came instantly, with a loud moan that brought a salesclerk running in to see what was the matter.
“Is everything all right in there?” she asked.
We both started giggling. “Everything is dandy,” I answered.
We heard the salesclerk leave. I gave Debbie a soft kiss on the lips, gently sliding my tongue into her mouth. I held her breasts in my hands and felt the soft firmness. I caressed her nipples and she arched her back, moaning in delight, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me toward her so that our tummies and breasts touched. I was aware of a growing wetness between my legs, and wanted nothing more than to have her press her hot, young mouth against me and suck my sweet nectar like there was no tomorrow.
We quickly got dressed and walked out of the dressing room. Since the G-string was soaked from her arousal, I put it back on the shelf and grabbed another one. The salesclerk who had heard us in the dressing room gave me a sly look and smiled. I smiled back, starting to again feel hot stirrings between my legs. Having sex with another woman was having a bigger impact on me than I thought it would. I was becoming insatiable for my own sex!
We quickly paid for the merchandise and hurried to make
the appointment with the hairdresser.
After we reached the salon I instructed Jackie, the hairdresser, to give Debbie a more contemporary look. I sat down to watch.
I watched Jackie and admired the firm flare of her hips and her shapely breasts. For the third time that day I started getting hot over a woman. Debbie noticed me staring at the stylist, and I think she felt somewhat jealous. As I sized Jackie up, Debbie began slowly spreading her legs under the bib so that I could see right up to her cunt. The G-string slid into her pussy. Her legs were encased in white lace stockings held up by the garter belt. Debbie lifted her knees slightly to give me a better view.
I was having a difficult time maintaining a conversation with Jackie. I think she knew that I was staring up Debbie’s dress. Then Debbie began tracing the line of the G-string with her middle finger. Seeing this, I moaned. By this time Jackie was fully aware of what was going on. She said after she finished Debbie’s hair she would be glad to “help me out,” if I cared to wait around until lunchtime. I told her, with a chuckle, that I didn’t think I could last that long.
Upon hearing that, Jackie locked the door and drew the shades. I was glad that we were lucky enough to be the only people in the salon. Jackie removed her clothes and insisted that Debbie and I undress as well. Debbie sat back and enjoyed orgasm after orgasm as Jackie and I licked her all over, nibbling on her most sensitive places. Then Jackie climbed up on the chair and sat on Debbie’s lap, facing her, letting her breasts dangle in front of Debbie’s mouth. She hungrily lapped and fondled Jackie’s breasts.
I had a feast before me—two wet cunts staring me in the face. My tongue and fingers brought them both to orgasm, and they collapsed together.
I started to finger my own cunt while waiting for Jackie to quickly finish Debbie’s perm. I was so wet I began smearing the juice all over Debbie’s lips, giving her a taste of my pussy.
Finally it was done. Debbie looked incredible. The farm girl had been transformed into a woman of the 1990s. We quickly grabbed our clothes, put on just enough to cover ourselves and headed for Jackie’s place, where we would be more comfortable.
As Jackie drove, I went down on Debbie again, bringing her to more orgasms. I loved the way she cried out when I ran my tongue along her hot clit. God, she could buck and bounce.
“I want to eat you,” she told me. I had no problem with that. I lay down on the backseat and she got down between my legs. I was in heaven as she slowly ran her tongue along the soft folds of my pussy. When she wrapped her lips around my clit, my ass shot up off the seat and I was crying out, so loud I surprised myself. I came and my juice dribbled out of my pussy. Debbie licked it up. Smiling, she said, “Good to the last drop.”
“You know, you two are driving me crazy,” Jackie said. She was doing all she could to drive with one hand while manipulating her cunt with the other. Debbie and I reached over the seat and began fondling Jackie’s tits as she drove.
Jackie’s apartment is on the first floor, and she has underground parking. After parking the car we ran into her apartment and picked up where we left off. We didn’t even make it to her bedroom for a couple of hours. The living room floor was fine with us.
We were three sex-starved ladies with a wealth of sexual energy at our disposal. We tried everything possible. Jackie had the most experience with woman-to-woman sex because many of her customers come on to her. It seems many of them get excited during the long hairstyling sessions, in which Jackie innocently rubs her body against them while doing her work. Jackie has made a lot of money taking special care of her “regulars.”
Being intimately involved with some customers has enabled her to perfect the fine art of shaving and sculpting pubic hair. She had a photo album full of pictures of her work. Debbie and I got horny all over again after we looked through it.
Jackie taught Debbie and I plenty about the art of making love. She had a huge trunk of goodies—sex toys—that brought us to new heights of delight. We used every device at least once. We enjoyed what we did with the two-headed dildo the best.
After going at it for hours, we all fell asleep together. When we awoke a short time later we raided the refrigerator. We had built up hearty appetites, and knew we would need the strength for our next session.
At work Debbie and I keep our distance, which is often difficult. Debbie occasionally takes days off when I am out recruiting at colleges. She accompanies me as a representative. I have her dress very businesslike, but only on the outside. If her jacket were to be opened, anyone watching would be in for a surprise. I always get wet just thinking of how little she has on underneath.
Debbie’s ability to charm has been instrumental in helping me hire a number of male and female coeds. Once, during a lengthy recruiting trip, we had not found time for loving. It was late in the afternoon and we still had one more interview—and on top of that, a long drive ahead of us. We were more than a little bit grouchy when the last girl showed up. You can imagine how delighted we were to discover how beautiful she was.
The room was arranged so that Colleen the candidate and I were facing each other. Debbie sat next to Colleen.
Debbie fidgeted in her chair as she began the opening remarks and basic questioning. I watched to see how well the candidate handled herself. When I caught Debbie’s glance I licked my lips and looked at our candidate, Colleen. Debbie knew right away what to do. She spread her legs just enough to allow me a view of her panty-clad crotch.
Debbie then adjusted her suit jacket so her breasts were visible. Her nipples stretched against the silk blouse. Colleen continued to answer our questions. Debbie then arranged her chair so that she was facing Colleen, giving her the same tantalizing view of her pussy I had. Colleen became nervous and struggled to keep her attention from Debbie’s crotch. The more Debbie fidgeted, the more her skirt slid up her thighs, exposing the tops of her stockings.
Colleen tried to avoid looking at Debbie by turning toward me. I picked up the conversation. This gave Debbie, a true exhibitionist, the chance to open her blouse, exposing a half-bra that uplifted her perky breasts. Debbie deftly removed her jacket and blouse, and then unhooked her skirt, letting it fall. She was standing behind Colleen wearing only her bra, G-string, garter belt and stockings. She began masturbating. I tried to pay attention to the candidate. Colleen, meanwhile, could not help but hear Debbie’s activity. Nevertheless, she refused to turn around. Her face was flushed and she was breathing hard.
I said there was one more question I wanted to ask her. I watched a look of relief come over her pretty face.
I asked Colleen if she was interested in learning more intimate aspects of corporate culture. She stared at me silently for the longest time. I could imagine the thoughts going through her head. They were probably similar to those I had had while in the dressing room with Debbie.
She blurted out, “Yes.”
I instructed her to turn around. I wondered what her reaction would be after she saw Debbie standing there with a finger in her clean-shaven cunt.
Colleen gasped. I began caressing her from behind as Debbie’s fingers quickened their thrusts into her cunt. I took Colleen’s suit jacket off. She didn’t resist in the slightest, and merely continued watching Debbie and licking her lips. Next I unbuttoned her blouse and skirt and removed them. I kept caressing her as I undressed her.
Debbie then approached Colleen and hugged her. Colleen still had not said a word. Debbie pulled Colleen’s hips against her own, and they ground their cunts together.
Colleen was beginning to loosen up. She let out little sighs and ran her hands all over Debbie. I was not going to be left out. I quickly took my clothes off, reached between their legs and started fingering and licking their cunts. Colleen’s was tight and juicy, and she tasted marvelous. It took only moments to bring her to orgasm.
Debbie gently pushed Colleen onto her knees in front of her. With one hand, Debbie pulled her G-string aside and with the other she pulled Colleen’s face into her cunt. Co
lleen’s nervous inexperience was quickly replaced with energetic enthusiasm. Her tongue quickly brought Debbie off.
We had to get out of the interview room before the placement-office staff became suspicious. We put on only our suits, stuffing our underwear in our purses, and quickly left to go to Colleen’s apartment. The ride there was enjoyable, as we continued petting in the car. Colleen had adapted so well to our advances, I couldn’t help feeling impressed.
Colleen led us to her bedroom and we all undressed. We began an intense fucking session. It wasn’t long before Maria, Colleen’s roommate, walked in on us. We were not about to let her run away. Maria nervously resisted our advances, but gave in shortly after Colleen’s tongue darted into her pussy. Then I placed my cunt over Maria’s mouth, and Debbie caressed the girl’s body. We managed to bring her to one sweet orgasm after another, within seconds.
Debbie and I were quite satisfied when we left Colleen’s, and eagerly delighted that Colleen and Maria had joined our group.
STRIP TRIP
I’m just an average girl. When I walk down the street, men don’t turn around to look at me. But an experience I had recently proved to me that anything can happen, especially if you take the initiative.
One of my good friends was getting married, so a few of us took her out to an all-male revue. We made sure that we were sitting at tables in the front row so we could stuff bills under the guys’
G-strings and slide our hands inside their bikinis.
Once the show started, all I could think about was what it would be like to actually have sex with one of these men. Judging from the way they moved their bodies, I figured that any one of them would be great in bed. They all looked like they knew how to hit the right spot, how to push a girl over the edge of ecstasy. I had a plan that might work, but knowing my luck, I thought it would turn out to be just another fantasy I could think about while I used my trusty vibrator.
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