Anyway, the contrast between them somehow added to the excitement I was feeling as I looked at the two of them kissing each other. The kiss was kind of tentative at first, but you could see them gradually getting into it. They were sitting there leaning toward each other, nothing touching but their mouths. Their heads were moving slightly as their lips pressed harder. Slowly their mouths opened, and after a while I could see that their tongues were working. When I heard a tiny, barely audible whimper escape from Cindy’s mouth, I practically came in my pants.
They broke the kiss finally, drawing slightly apart. They didn’t say anything, just looked at each other. Both of them were breathing a little faster than usual. Then, as if at a signal, they moved toward each other till their bodies touched. Their arms went around each other and they kissed again. This time it was an open-mouthed kiss from the start, and as it went on they sank down together on the sofa, still holding the kiss, until they were stretched out, their bodies pressed tightly together from shoulders to knees. I heard Jeff draw in his breath sharply, and as I glanced over at him I saw that his hand was rubbing at his crotch. I felt like doing the same. My pants were straining over my twitching hard-on.
By the time the girls came up for air again, both of them panting heavily, their bodies had rolled over slightly, so that Marian was lying almost on top of Cindy. Now, after a moment’s pause, she took the lead, bringing her mouth down to Cindy’s neck, kissing and licking, and then moving down again. Her head hovered over the other girl’s breast. Cindy gave a little gasp and raised her hand to Marian’s head, pulling it down to her bosom. Marian’s mouth opened and began to suck on Cindy’s breast through her blouse.
I heard the sound of a zipper, and I realized it was Jeff opening his fly. I wanted to do the same but I held back, my eyes glued to the sofa, where Cindy was writhing now as Marian’s mouth worked at her breast. The blonde’s skirt was riding up her legs as they twisted against the couch, and while, as I said, Marian’s legs were better, there was nothing wrong with Cindy’s either. And Marian was wearing slacks.
When Marian raised her head, I saw the large wet spot on Cindy’s blouse where my fiancée had been sucking and licking it. The shape of Cindy’s hard erect nipple was clearly molded through the damp material. Now the blonde girl brought her hands between their bodies and began to open the buttons on Marian’s shirt.
I could hear Jeff breathing hard as those buttons came undone, and I felt a pang of resentment as I realized that he was looking forward to seeing my fiancée’s naked breasts. But then I realized that in all probability I would be seeing Cindy naked as well, something I had often fantasized about in secret, and the thought was so exciting that my jealousy shrank into insignificance.
Cindy got the shirt open and pulled it off, revealing Marian’s skimpy black bra. Cindy put her hands on it, feeling Marian’s breasts. “Take it off,” she breathed softly. Marian raised herself so that she was half kneeling, half crouching on the sofa, and reached behind herself to unclasp the brassiere. As she did so she looked at me with a little half-smile, then at Jeff, who was leaning forward eagerly watching. Then her eyes went back to Cindy as she pulled the bra off.
I, of course, had seen those lovely tits before, many times, but at that moment they had never seemed more beautiful, or more erotic. Marian stayed as she was for a long moment, letting us feast our eyes on that proud taut bosom before lowering it to Cindy’s mouth. Cindy moaned as she suckled on Marian’s breasts, first one then the other. Her legs came up to curl around the other girl’s, pulling her skirt even higher on her thighs, till I could see the edge of her panties. My heart was racing, and I found myself almost inadvertently following Jeff’s example, opening my fly and pulling out my straining cock.
Marian’s body twisted as Cindy continued to suck at her breasts. Her hands moved down, as though searching for someplace to light, until they encountered the blonde girl’s smooth bare thighs, wrapped around her own slack-covered legs. Marian’s hands moved over that soft flesh until they reached her panties, then slid beneath them.
Cindy let out a gasp that was only partially muffled by the breast filling her mouth. Her body arched beneath Marian’s, and she began to writhe. Her squirming became so spasmodic that she started to roll over, and in doing so carried both of them over the edge of the sofa and onto the floor.
The jolt broke them apart, but apparently did nothing to diminish the heat building between them. In a moment they were kissing again, their bodies plastered together as they lay on the thin carpet, straining to get closer. It was a strange sight: Marian, topless but still wearing her slacks; Cindy fully clothed but with her skirt around her waist. My breath caught as Marian tugged at Cindy’s blouse as if to pull it over her head; but in the tangle of their bodies she found it too difficult, and gave up. Instead, she pulled herself free and swiveled around, crouching over the blonde girl and reaching beneath that hiked-up skirt for the waistband of her panties. Pushing them down.
The sound of Cindy’s panting breath was loud in the room as Marian slid the panties down her thighs and then all the way off. My hand was on my cock as I gazed at the pale patch of pubic hair, and then at her pretty pink pussy, when Marian pulled her knees up and spread them apart.
“Cindy . . .” she breathed, her voice so husky I could hardly understand her. “Cindy . . . I want to . . . I’m going to . . .”
“Yes,” Cindy gasped out. “Oh Jesus. Do it. Marian. Yes. Do it.”
And Marian lowered her head between Cindy’s pale parted thighs and kissed her right on the cunt. Cindy gasped. Then Marian’s tongue came out and she started to lick.
Cindy’s eyes closed. “Oh my god,” she whispered. For a moment she lay perfectly still as Marian lapped at her pussy lips, and then she started to squirm. Marian licked all around her crotch, as though tasting each part of it. She dipped her tongue into Cindy’s pussy and probed for a bit, then slid it over the cunt lips again. Then she moved to the clitoris. Cindy drew in her breath with a sharp hiss, and her hips rose off the floor, pushing herself into Marian’s face. Having drawn that reaction, Marian now concentrated on the little nubbin, though still not neglecting either the inside or the outside of her pussy. Cindy twisted and moaned and rolled her head, obviously enjoying the hell out of what Marian was doing to her. And as far as I could tell, Marian wasn’t finding it too unpleasant either. In fact she was going about it with enthusiasm, sucking and nibbling as well as licking around Cindy’s writhing crotch. I had to stop stroking my cock for fear I might come all over myself.
Cindy’s moans turned into cries of passion, and her body arched tautly, her fists beating on the floor as she exploded in climax. Marian went on licking her as her body spasmed several times and then went limp. She was still moaning.
“God, you taste delicious,” Marian said, happily slurping up the juices that flowed from the blonde girl’s cunt. Cindy, whose eyes had been closed since Marian had started eating her, now opened them and raised her head, still panting hard. What she saw was Marian’s ass as the other girl crouched over, straddling her with her head between her thighs. Cindy reached out to touch it. Marian still had her slacks on, but Cindy’s hands moved over them, down between Marian’s legs. Marian gave a soft murmur of pleasure as the hand rubbed over her crotch, and shifted her body back a bit, so that her ass was closer to Cindy’s face.
Cindy raised her head further, bringing her mouth to Marian’s crotch. But the intervening material made the contact too strenuous, and she reached wildly for the front of the slacks, trying to undo them, trying to pull them down. She managed to get a button open, but she had trouble getting the things down over Marian’s hips, and she whimpered in frustration.
Now Jeff got up from his chair. His cock was still sticking straight up out of his pants as he approached the girls on the floor. “Here,” he said. “Let me help, okay?” And he got down and reached for Marian’s slacks to pull them off her.
Instinctively I started to object. But I
stopped myself. It was a little late to be getting possessive; and anyway, if Jeff could take liberties with my fiancée, then I should be able to do the same with Cindy. The thought made my cock jump.
Marian didn’t make any objection as Jeff grasped the slacks at the waist and started to tug them down. She was still licking up the last of Cindy’s juices, but now she raised her head as Jeff worked the tight pants over her hips and down her thighs. He took her panties with them, and she lifted her knees from the floor to allow him to slide the things all the way off her legs. Now she was completely naked.
“Damn, that’s a great ass!” Jeff husked, and he put his hands on it. But before he could do anything else, Cindy had grasped Marian’s thighs and pulled her down so that she was virtually sitting on Cindy’s face, her crotch pressing against the blonde girl’s mouth.
As that mouth began to work, Marian’s body straightened up and her eyes went wide. “Oh god, Cindy!” she breathed. “Oh Jesus. Oh, that’s nice. Oh Christ, that’s good. Yes. Oh Cindy.” The nipples of her shapely breasts were standing straight out. Her body began to squirm, not hard, just twisting slightly and swaying a bit back and forth. “I love it. Oh yeah. I love it, Cindy.”
Now Jeff walked around Marian’s swaying form and stood facing her, with one foot on either side of Cindy’s lower body. His cock was pointed at her face. “How about it, Marian?” he said. “How about using that great mouth on me too.” When Marian didn’t say anything, he took a step closer until his cock was almost touching her lips.
I could see that Marian, in her passion, was ready, maybe even eager, to accommodate him. But before she did she turned to look over at me, as if for approval. Her eyes were half glazed.
I took a breath. “Okay,” I said. “But if you do, I get to do Cindy.”
She looked at me for another second, then turned back and opened her mouth so Jeff could put his cock into it. Which he did.
I sat there stroking my tool again as I watched my fiancée sucking my best friend’s cock while having her pussy eaten out by his girlfriend. She sucked him in rhythm with the swaying of her body, her mouth moving back and forth over his rigid shaft, and her moans were muffled by his dick as Cindy drove her passion higher. Cindy’s hands were clutching Marian’s thighs and her legs were twitching and flexing as she sucked her, giving me an occasional glimpse of her sweet pussy. I ached to be inside it.
Marian was close to coming now, and she was sucking harder and faster at Jeff’s cock. Jeff came first, throwing his head back and blasting his come down her throat, and Marian barely had time to swallow it all before her own climax hit her. She screamed and toppled over onto the floor.
Everybody had come but me, and it was time to remedy that. I got out of my chair, lowered myself to the floor and crawled over to where Cindy lay sprawled on the carpet. Her skirt was wrapped around her waist and she still had her blouse on, but her sizeable bosom was rising and falling noticeably beneath it. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was smeared with Marian’s juices. I leaned down and ran my tongue over her lips, tasting the essence of my fiancée on them. Cindy opened her eyes, startled, but she didn’t move away. I kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth, and she met it with her own.
As I kissed her I slowly let my hands slide over her body, then up under her blouse. As I had thought, she wasn’t wearing a bra. I moaned softly into her mouth as my hands grasped those bare tits, feeling the nipples hard and rubbery under my palms.
I broke the kiss so that I could see as I pulled that blouse up, up over those bosoms and off over her head. Her breasts were big and perfect. I moved down to put my mouth on one, and as I sucked on her throbbing nipple I started pulling off my clothes.
Then I was between her legs. My cock was aching to bury itself inside her beckoning blonde-fringed pussy, and she seemed eager to have it there. As I moved to take her, I leaned down to kiss her sweet mouth once more—but someone had got there before me. It was Marian. I looked up to see that Marian was crouched on her knees and elbows, at right angles to Cindy’s body, and as she was kissing Cindy’s mouth, Jeff was kneeling behind her, fucking her from the rear.
I was taken aback, but I was already sliding into Cindy’s pussy and couldn’t have stopped even if I’d wanted to. It was tight and slippery in there, and Cindy’s body was squirming nicely, although I wasn’t too sure whether it was my cock or Marian’s kiss that she was responding to most. In fact both girls seemed to be more involved in kissing each other than in fucking us. This was not a good sign.
Jeff seemed to have the same impression. He speeded up his movements, his hands reaching around to clutch at Marian’s breasts. “You like that, baby?” he husked. “You like it this way, huh?”
Marian merely moaned into Cindy’s mouth. I saw Cindy’s tongue slide between Marian’s lips. I fucked her harder.
The girls’ mouths parted briefly. They gazed soulfully into each other’s eyes, their faces still so close together that their lips brushed when they spoke.
“You’re so sweet, Cindy,” Marian whispered.
“God, you’re beautiful, Marian,” Cindy breathed.
Then they were kissing again. And they went on kissing all the time we were fucking them. Their bodies moved with us, and they moaned from time to time into each other’s mouth. But they seemed to be aware only of each other. We might have been just a couple of vibrators, acting as aids to their mutual desire.
Still, the excitement that had been building up in me all night could not be entirely diminished, especially as I was finally fulfilling my secret fantasy of fucking Cindy’s gorgeous body. As I felt myself getting close to the edge, the girls temporarily came up for air again.
“Marian,” Cindy panted. “When Jeff is finished . . . I want to eat his come from your pussy.”
“Oh god, me too!” Marian replied. “I’ll suck out every drop from you!”
And the kiss resumed, more passionately than ever.
I couldn’t last any longer, and with a groan I shot into Cindy’s clutching pussy. Jeff, who had come previously in Marian’s mouth, went on for a bit, but then he too climaxed and fell away from her.
Immediately the two girls scrabbled into a 69 position, their mouths diving for each other’s crotch as though they were starving. Jeff and I could only watch as their bodies writhed and twisted spasmodically against each other, muffled groans and stifled cries rising into the air. They rolled over and over on the floor, each seemingly trying to devour the other completely. Before long a cry of completion came from Cindy, and a minute later Marian’s body convulsed in orgasm; but neither of them stopped.
I don’t know how many times they came, but it was quite a while before they were satiated or tired enough to break apart; and when they finally did, it was only to crawl into each other’s arms and lie there, embracing, kissing and murmuring endearments.
Jeff and I looked at each other. “What do we do now?” he said forlornly, and I could only shrug.—A.W., Flint, Michigan
IN THIS FAST-FOOD RESTAURANT THE BEST THING
TO EAT WAS THE WAITRESS
I knew she was a dyke the moment I set eyes on her. Most people wouldn’t have suspected, but I can always tell. It takes one to know one, and I’ve been one all my life. Sure, sometimes it’s more obvious than other times, but I always know.
Now this one was not obvious. Anything but. If I pointed her out to you and said, she’s a dyke, you’d say I was nuts. First of all she was delicate-looking. That throws most people off right there. Small and slender, elegant features, long dark hair. Little breasts. And she was Asian. Parents were Japanese, I found out later, though she’d been born and bred right here. Nobody thinks a skinny little innocent-looking Asian chick is gonna be a dyke.
But I knew.
She was maybe eighteen, nineteen at the most, and she worked at a fast-food counter in the mall where my office was located. I used to see her every day when I went there for lunch. I always ate the same thing, the chicken nuggets w
ith mashed potatoes. I figured they couldn’t mess that up too bad, and all the food was lousy anyway.
So I saw her every day when she took my order, and I knew right off she was a dyke, but even though I go for those skinny Asian types, she seemed a little young for me, and besides I’m too busy to go around hitting on every chick I look twice at. So I never said anything to her, except to give her my order, always the same one, and she never said anything but thank you, and whatever other automatic courtesies they teach them to say at those places.
Then one day I guess she spotted me standing in line or something, and by the time I got to her she already had my order ready. Handing it to me, she smiled kind of shyly and said, by way of explanation, “Well, you always eat the same thing, so I—” and gave a little shrug.
She was so damn cute and pretty, and I knew what she was, even if she didn’t yet, and I couldn’t resist the impulse that came over me. “Not always,” I said, and I looked her right in the eye. “Sometimes I eat pretty little Asian girls with tiny little tits and big secrets.”
For just a second I saw the startled understanding in her eyes, along with a kind of panic. Those eyes darted swiftly left and right, as if fearing that someone had heard. But almost immediately her face turned innocent again, expressing only puzzlement. “What—what do you mean?” she said.
“Think about it,” I said, and moved on with my order to find a table.
As I ate I watched her, not too noticeably, and caught her glancing over at me from time to time as she went about serving the customers. She was curious, all right, but I guessed she hadn’t had much experience, if any. But in spite of her attractiveness, I decided not to take it any further. Unless she did.
The next day when she served me she barely looked at me, and I thought she even blushed. The day after that, though, she caught my eye, as though she had nerved herself up to it, and seemed about to say something, but stopped herself. The third day, though, she came out with it. Sort of.
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