by Emmie Combs
Pamela was the only one of us not still in costume, since, if she wore her costume out of the club, she would most likely have gotten arrested before we made it to the car. She was now wearing a simple tie-dyed T-shirt, and loose, flowing black skirt. I pushed her skirt up, so that I could touch the nude flesh of her thigh, and I noticed that she didn't bother to put on any underwear. Which was fine by me.
Rachel, on the other hand (that hand resting on the exposed flesh between her white stockings, and her white mini-skirt), was wearing a lacy pair of silk panties, which I caught glimpses of, as she sat next to me, her hand on top of mine.
I don't remember most of what we talked about, and quite frankly, I don't think most people would give a shit. It was a pleasant enough conversation, but that's not why we're here, now is it?
Eventually, the conversation centered on the goings-on at the club, which brought a smile to Pamela's lips, and a lovely blush to her cheeks. We all agreed that it was a powerful, sexy scene, but we were now interested in something a bit more . . . intimate.
Pamela began undoing my braids, as Rachel kissed my mouth. And I kissed back, my tongue moving boldly past her lips. They offered no resistance, knowing full well that her tongue would be there to meet mine, with all force!
Having finished with my hair, Pamela began kissing my neck (which, she knows, I love), and I felt her hand caressing my thighs, through my fishnet stockings. She began to peel them down, but Rachel stopped her.
"Allow me," she said, and proceeded to rip them right off my legs. She then did the same to my bra, and Pamela removed my skirt, and shoes. I was left in only my boxer shorts (the ones with the popular cartoon characters adorning).
Rachel rubbed my cock through the cotton material of my boxers, and gave Pamela a look. Pamela leaned in close to Rachel, and kissed her tentatively on the mouth. She had been with women before, and enjoyed it every time, but she was always shy about it. I think, after all this time, that she still needed my permission to be the full, sexual being that she was deep down inside. And I was more than happy to give it to her.
I stroked her hair, and told her to tell Rachel what she wanted to do. She blushed again, and turned away. I gently pushed her face towards Rachel again, and repeated my order; this time a little more firmly, but no less gently.
"I want to lick your pussy, Rachel, until you cum all over my face," she said in a soft, sexy whisper. Then she kissed Rachel again, with abandon! And Rachel kissed her back. And the sight of these two gorgeous women, their tongues mingling, their hands on my cock . . . Need I say it? This sight made my cock grow to its absolute hardest! And can you blame it?
I shed my shorts, and sat back, stroking my rock-hard cock, while Rachel, and Pamela undressed each other. They practically tore at each other's clothes, and soon, Rachel was wearing only her white stockings, and garters, and Pamela was completely nude. They tenderly, yet passionately, explored each other's flesh with hands, and fingers, and lips, and tongues, and teeth. They kissed and fondled, and licked almost every inch of exposed flesh that they could find. They teasingly avoided contact with nipples or pussies, and soon Rachel was begging Pamela, pleading with her to, "Please, lick my cunt! I want to feel your tongue in my pussy, and on my clitty!"
And Pamela was quick to comply. She pushed Rachel onto her back, on the floor, and bent down to the task at hand, her ass, still red from my earlier treatment of it, gently swaying in my direction. I could take no more! I knelt behind her, and rubbed my hard cock over her pussy lips. She moaned into Rachel's cunt, and I entered her from behind. I fucked her gently, at first, and gradually harder and harder, as I know she loves, as she drank deeply from Rachel's natural spring. Soon, both ladies were shuddering, and tensing . . . their backs arching. I gave Pamela leave to cum, and she did, for the second, but not last, time that night. Rachel's orgasm came screaming behind Pamela's, and Pamela lay on the floor next to Rachel.
At Rachel's request, I moved around so that she could take my cock in her mouth, and lick it clean of Pamela's juices, while I took my turn at her sweet cunt. And, oh, it was sweet! I flicked my tongue over her lips, and clit, while she hungrily slurped at my cock, and Pamela lazily stroked both of our bodies. We were both, all too soon, on the brink of orgasm, but we slowed down. It was Pamela's turn to have her cunt licked, and Rachel was as eager as I was to do so. So, we took turns lapping up her sweet nectar.
The look on Pamela's face, as she was treated to Rachel's attentions was so sweet, I practically melted on the spot. Not so, my cock! It remained ever hard, and ready, and I put it to good use. I took Rachel from behind, and gazed lovingly at Pamela's pleasure-wracked face, while I fucked Rachel furiously!
I would love to say that we fucked for hours and hours into the night, and picked up where we left off in the morning, but that wasn't what happened. What happened, however, was as good a thing as anything I could imagine.
We came! Together! All of us! It was beautiful, and exhilarating, and sexy as Hell! But, like all good things, it came to an end. We lay together in a heap, in the middle of the floor, too exhausted to move, let alone fuck 'til dawn. But it was nice.
Somehow, we managed to recover long enough to clean up, and Rachel invited us to spend the night. We gladly accepted her invitation, and we slept, three to a bed, in a satisfied bundle.
"Happy Halloween," said Rachel as we drifted off to sleep.
The End.
City Life - Gina
Gina
"Forget it! I'm done."
The door slammed in Trent's face as his parents looked on from the couch. Their son had just come running out of his bedroom chasing his girl, Gina.
"What the hell was that about, boy?" His Dad asked.
"I can't talk about it!" Trent grumped, heading back to his room.
"Hey! Get yer ass back here!" Gil, his Dad, called out.
Trent shuffled back into the room. His face was a kaleidoscope of emotions, including rage and embarrassment. Even though he was 20, he sometimes felt like a pimple laden teenager whenever he tried to figure out his girlfriend, who was 19. He went back and sat down in the armchair, slumping into the cushions. The chair was a little outdated, but so was much of the furniture in the apartment. His parents weren't too bright, so they didn't make a lot of money, and what they did make, sometimes they weren't too wise in spending it. He just glared at them.
"What happened, boy. Did you do something you weren't s'posed to?"
"No." Trent grumbled.
"Then why was she upset?" His mother, Tanya, asked. "She seemed like a nice girl. Smart. Cute."
"I can't talk about it."
"So you did do something." Gil guessed. "Damn it boy, I told you always to treat women right. What did you do to her?"
Trent mumbled something.
"What's that, boy? I didn't hear you."
"I said, 'That's the problem.'. I always treated her with respect. But she didn't want that. Oh, no! She wanted me to talk rough to her, treat her rough and call her names."
"Well, son. Some girls are like that. If you want to keep her, you'll have to treat her like shit. Frankly, I don't know if you have that in you."
"No, Dad. She doesn't want me to, all the time. Just when we have sex." Trent looked over at his parents, hoping to embarrass them. Surprisingly Gil was looking at Tanya, grinning, while she was blushing fiercely.
Gil looked back at Trent. "Boy, sometimes a girl wants to be bad, but doesn't want to be seen as bad. So if you treat her rough, force her, it takes the responsibility off her. Get it?"
"Ah. So I treat her like a slut, make her do what I want, and she can be as bad as she wants 'cause it's not her fault?"
Gil thought for a minute, "Yeah, something like that."
"OK, I'll try that. If she ever talks to me again."
"Just don't be lovey dovey. You're a big time college guy now. Be a man fer Chrisakes"
Trent went back to his room, thoughtful. His Dad wasn't highly educated, but he had sma
rts. After waiting for an hour to make sure Gina was home he called her up. He had to beg Gina's mom to put her on the phone, but she did.
"What do you want?"
"Nothing. But if you want the shit we're keeping here, you better come and get it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the way you left, I figured we're done. Come and get your shit, or it's going down the chute."
"Aww, baby. I didn't mean nothing. I was just playin."
"Whatever. Come and get it."
"OK, asshole!" Gina yelled. Flipped like a switch, she did. "I'll be there in 20." She hissed, before she hung up.
Trent went back out to the living room. "Mom, Dad? Can you go for a walk or something. Gina's on her way over for her stuff. I just want some privacy. Just for an hour or so."
"OK, dear." Tanya said. "Gil, lets go down to Morley and Anna's for a beer."
"Awright. Le'me have a piss first."
Five minutes later with his parents out, Trent took his T-shirt off and put a UFC match on TV. He was sitting there drinking a beer when he heard the door rattle. He went to the door and waited for her to knock again before he unlocked it letting Gina in, wordlessly. She stood there looking at him.
"It's in the bedroom." He gestured down the hall. She knew the way. "How'd you get here so fast?"
"Dad drove me. He's waiting downstairs."
"Good, you'll be quick then."
They walked down the hall, Gina in the lead. When they walked into Trent's bedroom the only light was a glowing Yoda lamp, a remnant of Trent's boyhood. Gina's stuff was in a garbage bag halfway up the bed, which stretched away from the doorway in the small bedroom.
"It's all here?" she asked, just before Trent's hands pushed her in the back, planting her face down on the bed. "What the fuck?" She started to get up when she was pushed down again.
"Stay there, bitch." Trent said in a menacing tone. "I've had enough of your shit and I'm going to give you something to remember me by." With that he reached up and pulled her track pants down. He grabbed her thong in both hands, but wasn't quite strong enough to tear it. Giving up, he pulled it off too. Gina started to get up again but Trent slapped her ass, hard, knocking her down and eliciting a scream from her. The mark was already turning red when he pried her cheeks apart and stuck his tongue in. She tried to clench her generous ass shut, but Trent used too much force. When she tried to shake him loose he hit her again on both cheeks.
"Aww, c'mon baby." Trent pleaded. Then his voice turned nasty, "Isn't this what you wanted?" Holding her down, he shoved his tongue in her puckered hole. He could taste a bitterness he wasn't used to from there, then he realized she hadn't showered all day. He pushed her cheeks up and apart and reached his tongue into the edge of her pussy, finding it swollen and damp.
"God damn you, you fucker! Stop that!" Gina screamed at him, but he ignored her. If she really wanted to get away, she could. Trent kept licking her anus, but shoved a finger forcefully into her deliciously wet pussy. Despite her protestations, Gina moaned and pushed back at him.
Now she tried pleading, "Please, baby. My Dad is waiting downstairs. He'll come check on me."
Trent just kept rimming her ass and pumping his fingers into her wet pussy. He couldn't believe how fast she got wet. He could feel her G-spot swelling. When he thought she was ready he got on the bed behind her. He lifted her up by the hips so she was resting on her knees and elbows then unzipped his fly, releasing his cock. It wasn't particularly hard, but he gave it a few strokes and it stiffened enough to use. He lined up with her slippery slit and plunged in with no warning. There was no longer any pretence, and Gina thrust her ass back to meet him.
"Oh, God! You bastard! Fuck me. Oh yeah. Make me your slut."
"Do you like my cock, slut? Do you like fucking it, like a nasty little whore?"
Gina shuddered at his words. She felt powerless to his need, succumbing to his whim. Then Trent pulled out and moved around in front of her. She moaned at the lost fullness. When she looked up at him he grabbed her by the hair and shoved his cock into her mouth. She had always resisted sucking him off, insisting nice girls didn't do that but, Oh, God! The feeling she was getting from this. She wanted to do a good job for him so she slathered his dick with as much tongue as she could while he fucked her mouth. Abruptly he pulled out again and moved back to her pussy. Again he just slammed it in, fucking her hard and fast, and Gina could feel the orgasm rising within her. She was fucking him as hard as he was fucking her, slamming her ass back to get as much cock as she could. When she felt him reach under and squeeze her tits, she exploded. Trent stopped and just held his cock still in her while her orgasm consumed her.
"Fuck, you like that, bitch. Don't you." Trent egged her on and another slap on her perfect ass sent her on another round of tremors, and moans. As she wound down he pushed her away and turned her over. He pulled her knees towards her chest so she could hold them, then he leaned over entered her again, facing her. With long slow strokes he continued pleasuring her, but at his own pace this time. He felt his own orgasm approaching and he sped up.
Gina took his face in her hands and whispered, "I love you, Trent. I'm sorry I was such a bitch." For some reason, more so now than ever before, she loved watching his raw emotions play out on his face when he came. She felt his seed fill her, and she moaned at the feeling. "That's it, baby. Fill me." As Trent collapsed beside her she felt a contentment she'd never felt before. She rolled onto her side and caressed his face as his breathing slowed. In less than 5 minutes it deepened into sleep.
Gina got up and put her underwear back on. She texted her Dad, *Daddy, Trent and I made up. I'll get a ride home from him. Thanks.* She closed the bedroom door, flipped off the light and lay down beside her guy.
The End.
A Loney and Lusty Housewife
Elaine cursed as the dirty water in her sink festered instead of going down the plughole as it was meant to do. It had been over an hour since she had last checked and the greasy slime trail of the original water level around the sink was less than half an inch above where it was now. She would have to get a plumber in.
As she thumbed through the yellow pages she reminded herself, not for the first time, that she ought to get to grips with using computers and the internet. Sometimes, she felt like crying out of the sheer frustration of loneliness. Hank was at work all day and when he came home in the evening he was ratty and not much fun to be with. Being trapped in the suburbs, without a driver's license was decidedly not fun. All around her house was other houses that looked just the same as hers; stretching on for mile after mile there weren't even any shops within walking distance, making her feel even more trapped in a whitewashed world.
She was surprised at how quickly the plumber arrived and how quickly he sorted the problem out. And she was even more surprised when she offered him a drink after he had put his tools away. As he glugged his lemonade she couldn't help noticing the long, dark hairs on his powerful forearms amd his amazingly deep blue eyes as he watched her watching him. There was an animal presence about this man that his girlishly long eyelashes did somehow not detract from; if anything those amazing eyelashes just showed off his beautiful eyes and his rugged, tanned looks. He looked just like a plumber would look in a porn film, she thought.
As this thought entered her head she let out an involuntary little giggle.
'What's so funny' he asked? he smiled but his voice was rough. This was no actor; this was a blue collared working man down to his boots and though he might have perfected his smile as a charm offensive his voice was straight from the other side of the rail tracks.
'Nothing...' she replied but even as she said it she could see him sprouting the cheesy dialogue required to get him stripped off and humping away. Another giggle escaped her lips.
'You're doing it again.' he said. 'Am I drinking the lemonade wrong?'
She realized that she would have to come clean at the risk of offending him because if she didn't tell him wha
t was amusing her he would be offended anyway.
'I was just thinking how you looked like one of those actors...you know, the plumber who shows up and...' her voiced trailed away.
He put his empty glass down and took a long hard look at the deliciously cool blonde with the legs up to her armpits and the perkiest tits he had seen in a long time and the pretty face and just-so haircut. She was way out of his league and yet...and yet, she had just thrown him a line like that!
'I should be so lucky to be in a movie like with someone like you.' he said as he wiped the sweat off his brow.
'I bet you get women practically throwing themselves at you.' Elaine replied.
'I wish.' he chuckled. 'The only person I get throwing themsef at me is the gay guy that lives next door to me.'
She paused. She could feel the flush of excitement creeping over her. Her secret fantasy had always been to see two men getting it on together; more precisely she would have loved to see her useless fart of a husband being dominated by a man. How she would have loved to see him being drilled deep by a man, a real man with ball bags full of potent spunk. How she longed for a baby but Hank's lazy sperm was making that almost an impossibility. Without even realizing it she brushed a red nail over her left nipple and Marco, the plumber, noticed it. Those long, red nails looked somehow incongruous with her demure, suburban look. Suddenly the air seemed fevered with expectations. What did she want from him? He thought he knew -- his little head was cock sure about it as it started stretching his foreskin -- but he couldn't be certain. His mouth felt dry and once his slumbering monster awoke there seemed no stopping it; he was aware of it laying heavy across his thigh and of her gaze dropping down from his eyes to the blue workpants that he wore.
'So tell me about this poor guy.' She purred. 'I bet you tease him like crazy.'
He wasn't sure how to respond. He watched her for a clue and all too soon it came. Those perfectly manicured nails raked over her left nipple again.