by Sacchi Green
Then Muscles had shown up across the street doing the Rainiers’ yard work every morning.
Now Elle gladly skipped sleeping in each morning. Muscles, as she’d named her, was a tall, strapping girl with short, ruffled, honey-blonde hair, a deep tan and a seriously athletic physique. Elle never tired of watching her lateral muscles move as she washed the Rainiers’ car or her biceps and deltoids flex as she cleaned up the eucalyptus leaves that scattered across the courtyard. From watching her through the blinds, Elle couldn’t tell how old she was exactly, but guessed her college jock days weren’t far behind her. But where had she come from? The Rainiers didn’t have any kids. Yet there she’d been for the last four days, disappearing into their house when the Arizona summer sun rose too high in the sky.
Every night Elle vowed to bring her a glass of iced tea and say hi. Every morning she chickened out.
She checked again—Muscles had yet to appear in the Rainiers’ yard—and headed off to take a quick shower. After drying off and putting on a white tank top and shorts, she looked again.
Her stomach dropped. Muscles was bringing a suitcase out of the house.
No. She couldn’t let another fantasy die, couldn’t let such a mouthwatering specimen of a butch woman drive out of her life without even speaking to her. If she didn’t act fast, she knew she’d regret her cowardice for months.
Elle quickly poured a glass of iced tea and ran outside, the ice cubes sloshing onto the road.
Muscles straightened up with a surprised look. Elle cleared her throat. “Hi.” Her heart was hammering with nervousness. “I’m Elle. I live across the street and I noticed you’ve been, uh, helping out the Rainiers.”
The girl’s green eyes traveled over her to settle on her breasts. Elle flushed as she realized she’d forgotten to put on a bra.
“Nice to meet you. I’m C.J. I’ve been visiting my aunt and uncle.” She gestured at the house. “But I’m headed back to Texas today.”
Dammit. She was too late. Elle tried to think of something clever or seductive to say. But her usual shyness closed her throat.
C.J. drank the iced tea in one long swallow. Elle watched her throat muscles move.
“Wouldn’t mind another glass of that,” C.J. said. Her eyes glinted significantly in the sun.
Elle’s stomach filled with butterflies. “Follow me,” she managed.
As she led the way across the street, she was conscious of being at least ten years older than C.J. Not to mention that C.J. was young, brawny and gorgeous, and probably seduced women all the time. Be cool, Elle told herself. But her hands were shaking as she opened her front door.
“Nice place,” C.J. said, walking into the cool dimness of the house. “Wish I’d met you earlier.”
“That’s two of us,” Elle said. She reached for the empty glass to refill it. C.J. placed it on the kitchen table instead and backed her against the granite countertop.
Elle’s heart raced. It had been so long since a strong butch woman had loomed over her with this kind of magnetism and swagger.
“On the other hand,” C.J. said, pushing up Elle’s tank top, “if I’d had these perfect tits distracting me every day, I wouldn’t have gotten anything done.”
She pulled off Elle’s top, then lifted her up and sat her on the counter. The air-conditioned chill quickly stiffened Elle’s nipples into sensitive pink points. She’d never been topless in her kitchen but before she could react, C.J. lowered her head and sucked Elle’s right nipple into her mouth. Elle gasped from the jolt of her warm tongue. Pushing her breasts together, C.J. licked her nipples until they were stiff and aching. Elle groaned and leaned back, succumbing to the divine sensation of a skilled butch tongue on her tits.
Abruptly C.J. stepped back. With a dirty grin, she pulled off her shirt and shorts.
Elle felt almost light-headed at the magnificent sight of C.J. naked. At long last, those bronzed muscles were fully exposed, from her broad shoulders to her washboard stomach and rock-hard quads. “You are spectacular,” she said quietly.
C.J. merely grinned again and undid Elle’s shorts, sliding them off until Elle was completely nude on the countertop. The polished granite was cool under her hot skin; too excited to be self-conscious, she leaned back and spread her legs in a wordless plea for attention.
C.J. unleashed her tongue over her pussy, licking and stroking Elle until she cried out. The sensation of a new mouth was electrifying, like a skilled, intelligent storm that knew just how to suck her clit and play with her pussy lips. Elle squirmed with delight as C.J.’s strong tongue pushed inside her, probing her inner walls. Almost mindless with pleasure, she spread her thighs as wide as she could.
C.J.’s tongue withdrew and traveled up to her clit, circling her tender bud with agile pressure. Elle moaned helplessly, running her hands over the beautiful firmness of C.J.’s butch young body. “Make me come,” she begged. “Please.”
C.J. laughed dirtily and slid two fingers inside her, stroking Elle inside and out at the same time. Elle rubbed her own nipples, a white-hot tension rising inside her. That tension turned into a hot whirlpool of pure bliss as C.J.’s tongue washed over her clit, and her orgasm broke in a wet, creamy gush of euphoric throbs.
“Oh, my god,” Elle gasped. C.J. gently lifted her off the counter, holding her as if she understood her legs were shaking too hard to stand.
C.J. grinned. “Normally I take more time than that… but, uh, I really do have to hit the road.” She began to dress. “So can I stop by for another iced tea next time I visit my aunt and uncle?”
Elle merely nodded, still too breathless to speak.
C.J. kissed her for the first time. Then she was out the door, leaving Elle to stare after her and contemplate the virtues of being forward.
PIERCED
Maxine Marsh
We hadn’t made it ten minutes from the tattoo shop before I pulled the car into a parking lot and made Cass pull up her skirt and show me her pussy. She smiled triumphantly then leaned back against the passenger-side door, put one leg up on the dash and the other up on the shoulder of the driver’s seat, giving me a spectacular view of her newly pierced clit.
“You were so quiet at the shop,” she said. “Do you like it?” She knew damned well I liked it. The desperation in my voice a moment ago when I’d told her to spread her legs made that pretty clear.
I had been more nervous than she was—I mean, holy shit, my clit is so sensitive it hurts if I touch it the wrong way—but she’d been dead set, so I’d gone with her to hold her hand for the proceeding. Actually, I think she’d been holding mine. Anyway, to my relief, it was over. We had been on our way home, Cass sitting next to me in the passenger seat, her pelvis kind of dipped upward to avoid jarring her newest addition. A clitoral hood piercing would have been one thing, but no, she had to go all the way with it. That was Cass, all or nothing, and pulling me right into the fray alongside her.
I leaned to get a better look, approaching cautiously, as if at any moment it might spring to life and strike at me like some protective sentinel. Close up I could see the pale shine of light reflecting off the stainless steel. My eyes followed the tiny ring as it disappeared into her red, swollen clit.
I must have looked concerned, because she said, “I’m okay, Amy. Really.” Amusement rode her voice.
I continued studying it. “He was totally hitting on you.” I meant the piercer who’d done the honors.
“Yeah, well, maybe it had something to do with my pussy being right in his face.”
I laughed. “That was kind of hot. Watching him touch you.”
Cass put her hands up in mock-defense. “Hey, I told you that you could be the one to tease my clit out if you wanted.”
“I was too nervous.”
“You just wanted to watch him do it. You are such a voyeur.”
I saw her pussy clench. Mine clenched along with it. I reached and tentatively ran a fingertip over her labia, and was rewarded with a heavy sigh.
“It’s starting to throb.” Her voice was heavier than just a few seconds ago.
“You know you love it.” It was true, Cass was a total pain slut, but she knew I got off on her being one. I ran a fingertip along her soft pussy lips again. Her slit was glistening and I could smell the arousal that had been on her since she’d got the piercing. “Tell me what it felt like.” I continued gently massaging the folds of her poor, wounded pussy.
“At first, when he was touching me, trying to pick the right spot, it was clinical. Those gloves and the swab were cold. But then I looked up at you and saw your nipples were hard. You were obviously turned on.”
I wasn’t going to deny it. Watching her clit come out from its hiding spot as the piercer had prodded it really got my heart thumping. “And then?” The smell of her was flooding my senses. I had to touch her. I pushed a finger into my mouth, which had begun watering the moment she’d spread for me, and covered it with saliva.
“You being turned on must have turned me on because that’s when he said my clit was definitely big enough to pierce. He rubbed it a few times and then pulled the hood back. It tickled when he marked the dot on the side of it.”
I slipped a finger inside her. She gasped. I worked it into her warmth at a slow pace, trying not to jar her clit. Mine was already pulsing hard between my legs.
“Then he grabbed the needle and you grabbed my hand. I was so excited that you were with me. I wanted you to experience it with me.”
My finger found a good rhythm, stroking her silky insides as she whimpered under her breath. I kissed her thigh.
She enjoyed my thrusting for a minute before continuing. “And then just like that, he pushed it through.”
“What did it feel like?” My free hand had found its way into my panties, and I pushed two fingers into my pussy, while my palm rubbed delicious pressure over my own sensitive clit. I fucked us both in unison.
Cass breathed hard between her words. “It was like my clit got struck by lightning. And I…” Her voice trailed off and her head fell back against the window.
“You totally came,” I said. It was true. I’d watched her eyes roll back and her whole body shake on that little table. My pussy had gushed at the sight of her familiar convulsing. The piercer had chuckled a little before slipping the ring in place.
“Fuck, that feels so good. I’ve been dying for you to touch me since we left the shop.” Cass pushed her hips forward, that fuck-me-harder look on her face, jarring be damned.
My cunt was tensing around my own fingers, ready to join her in her first post-piercing climax.
“Amy, please,” she begged.
I stalled. “I probably shouldn’t until it heals. You know, germs and all that.” I loved teasing her.
“Just a little. Please, please, please.” She could have reached down and finished herself off, but she didn’t. She wanted me to do it, wanted to share it with me.
“I love it when you beg.” I nibbled on her inner thigh a few times before moving my kisses up the short distance to her engorged little nub. Her smooth skin smelled so delicious that I could barely keep myself from putting my mouth wide over her whole pussy and ravaging her, but I could feel her muscles flexing around my fingers, and knew she wouldn’t need much to finish.
My own clit was tweaking and hot bolts of delicious pre-orgasmic convulsions wracked my pelvis. Cass was practically sobbing, grinding against my fingers, her cream dripping down my hand and onto the seat. And there, directly in my vision, was that beautiful steel ring passing through her swollen, delicate clitoris. I smiled, and with a single flick of my tongue over her piercing, she came. At the feeling of her legs trembling around my head, I pushed my palm against my clit and I came, too.
I lay my head against her thigh, panting hot breath over her damp pussy, examining her reddened clit. “I am going to have so much fun with this.” I couldn’t help but reach up and tap it lightly. Cass yelped, reached down and put a protective hand over herself. With her free hand, she pulled me up her body and drowned me in a kiss.
FINAL EXAM
DD Symms
Knock, knock.” Kylie stood at the door, hoping Tanisha was in the room. She crossed her fingers and danced back and forth while her blonde hair swayed over her shoulders. The dormitory was practically empty at two o’clock in the afternoon. She held her knuckles high to knock again when the door swung open.
“Hey, what did I do?” Tanisha laughed and put her arms in front of her face. She was wearing blue panties and a tank top without a bra.
“It’s what I need you to do,” said Kylie. She rushed in, shut the door behind her and grabbed Tanisha around the waist. She kissed her friend on the lips and squeezed hard. “Take a shower with me.”
“What?”
“Please, baby.” Kylie guided her friend to the twin bed and pushed her onto the mattress. She straddled Tanisha and kissed over her face and neck and then lifted off her tank top and fondled her tits. “C’mon, shower with me. I need it. I want it badly.” She kissed Tanisha’s dark curls, circled her tongue around an earlobe and then fondled Tanisha’s tits before flicking her tongue against her nipples.
Tanisha put a hand between Kylie’s legs. “You mean that?”
“Yeah.” Kylie squeezed her thighs tightly and panted. “Yeah, do it. Right there.” She moved like she was humping her friend’s arm.
“What the hell? We’ve got the weekend.” Tanisha laughed.
“No, now. I’ve got an econ final, and I can’t relax.” Kylie grabbed Tanisha’s tits and squeezed. “I need to let off steam.”
Tanisha tossed her head back. “Ow, girl. Cool it, now.”
Kylie lay on top of Tanisha and rubbed noses. “It’d help me. I’ve been poring over the material.” She pleaded like she was bargaining for her last breath of oxygen. “I need a release, babe, please.”
“Okay, okay.” Tanisha looked to the door and then back at her friend. “I must be crazy. Sarah’s coming back soon.”
Kylie stood, grabbed Tanisha’s hand and pulled her up. “Thank you. Thank you.”
Tanisha found a towel and hid her breasts right before Kylie hauled her out of the room and down the hallway to the showers. “You owe me.”
“Any time. Oh, I’ve been so wound up.” Kylie pushed the swinging door back and stepped onto the cool tile. She entered the first stall.
“You got fingers, use them.”
Kylie stripped off her tank top and shorts. She hugged her friend and gave her a kiss so passionate her tongue easily swept over Tanisha’s lips and along her teeth. “I did. Last night. This morning. But I need you.” Kylie fumbled with the faucets and turned the water on full spray. “My cunt needs you. So badly. I love how you kiss me—there.”
Tanisha stripped off her panties and stepped under the water flow. “Brrr. I’m glad it’s almost summer.”
Kylie’s nipples stiffened. She adjusted the water warmer. “C’mon, suck.” She held her tits and Tanisha took one in her mouth, licking and sucking deeply. Kylie ran her hand over Tanisha’s neck and pressed on her shoulders.
“Just get to it, huh?” Tanisha slid down Kylie’s wet body.
“Yeah.” Kylie moaned and leaned against the tile wall while the water cascaded over her face, down her neck, over her tits and along her tummy. Tanisha squatted on the floor, moving her tongue to Kylie’s cunt, licking forcefully inside the folds moist from the shower and Kylie’s own insatiable pleasure. Tanisha pursed her lips and sucked and rubbed her tongue furiously over her friend’s clit.
“Wow, I need this.” Kylie pinched her own nipples. “And my ass, please. I lubed it. Finger me.” Tanisha obliged, and the sensation of her anus being probed with a finger was so delightful that Kylie grabbed Tanisha’s hair and pulled her close. She moved her hips forward and the force of the contact shook Kylie’s body with an orgasm, forcing a cry from her that echoed off the walls. She braced herself, trying not to slip. She thrust her hips forward a second time and then releas
ed her grip on Tanisha, who stood, kissing Kylie’s breasts on the way up and leaning against her friend.
“Better?” Tanisha laughed.
“Yeah. Much.” Kylie’s breathing relaxed and she reached around Tanisha and turned off the faucet. “Yep. I do owe you. Big time.” She wrapped her arms around Tanisha’s soaked body. “That was so fucking good.” She stepped out.
Tanisha grabbed the towel and ran it over her shoulders, down her back and between her legs and then handed it to her friend. “So you’re completely satisfied?”
“Yeah.” Kylie grinned. She rubbed the towel over her face and then rubbed her thighs.
“For now, huh?” Tanisha put her panties back on. “How are you going to feel after the exam?”
Kylie laughed. “You know me well.” She wiggled into her shirt and shorts.
Tanisha placed a finger under her friend’s chin. “Too well.” She gave Kylie a kiss.
“And I’m glad.”
“Me, too.” Kylie tiptoed to the door, peeked down the hallway, and led Tanisha in a mad dash back to the room.
STIFF PEAKS
Rose William
Have I ever told you that I love your old-fashioned housewifey ways?” Cam came up behind Belinda and hugged her as she beat egg whites with a whisk.
“No, I don’t think you have. Usually you complain that things could go so much faster if I just used a food processor to shred things or a dough hook to make bread dough.”
Belinda was wearing a dress with a full skirt, an organza half-apron tied around her waist. She looked like June Cleaver. She didn’t dress like this every day; sometimes she wore jeans, and she wore a lot of contemporary dresses and skirts. But Cam loved when she was in entertaining mode, putting her hair up, wearing a fluffy dress and making absolutely delicious things in their tiny apartment kitchen. Right now there was a roast resting on the stove, potatoes dauphinoise in the oven and the promise of little meringue nests for fresh fruit. That’s what all the egg white whipping was for.