I went to ask what she was doing with him and whether she would get better grades or not. But that is another story.

We had been married for two weeks when his boss sent him out of town for the week.  I was use to getting sex three or four times a day and suddenly nothing at all. So I moped around our apartment for a few hours the first day, and then headed off to the store for some smokes and a snack.  Along the way I passed by the local cemetery and since I was on foot and the nearest store was straight through, I made a short cut through it.  I walked along the tombstones until I passed by several concrete above ground tombs.  One was opened and look abandoned, as I neared the doorway of it to pass by.  I peered in and saw the flat concrete slab where the coffin would have rested and a thought came over me.  I slowly peered around inside the building and then scanned the graveyard itself to make sure no one was around.  Then I slipped inside and walked over to the slab and sit down.  I was wearing a white tube top and black satin shorts and flip flops only, no underwear at all.  I sat there on the cool slab in the dim room and began to get horny; soon I was fondling my breast over my top and pawing along the slit of my shorts.  I scooted back onto the slab and let my ankles fall off and slowly sliding my legs wider open, I slid my left hand along the inner most part of my thigh and allowed my nails to caress the outer folds slightly.  As I began to grow increasingly horny, I tugged on my tube top and out popped my right breast followed slowly by the left one.  I slowly let my other hand cross over the nipples and without any real touch just a passing feel.  I was dangling my feet from the slap as my flip flops fell off.  That action prompted me to stand and strip naked and then toss my clothes into the air wildly.  They sailed into the darkest corner of the room and disappeared in the dim light.  Now naked I fondled my own heavy large boob and nipple pulling it to my mouth and licking and sucking it as the other hands played with my clit before sliding inside me two of its fingers.  I was panting wildly and within a few seconds I began to twinge and tingle madly.  Suddenly the air in the room got really hot and sweaty and I realized I was about to explode.  I fingered myself all the way to a massive orgasm then I sucked my own juices from my hand.  I reclined on the stone and spread my body wide open and dreamed that many eyes were watching and wanting and I began to fondle myself again.  This time I brought myself to a screaming moaning peak of joy and a squirting climax of ecstasy.  I played with my tits and nipples after that for several more minutes before I decided it was time to leave.  I found my top and shorts and dressed then slipped my shoes on and my body out of the building without anyone knowing it.  All the way to the store my mind was dreaming what if about what I had just done.  Then on my way back to my apartment, I slowly crept to the doorway of the tomb and peeked in.  It was if I was being called inside, and I could not resist.  So once more in I went.  I placed my bag of goodies on the floor and left my shoes by them.  My top was off and my shorts were as well and soon I was on the slab making my pussy tingle and then squirt and then shutter.  I played with myself for hours, and as the sun began to sit I realized I ha do get home.  I slipped off the slab and barely found my clothes in the now darkening room.  As I struggled to get out of the graveyard, I found myself wanting to return.  I made it to my apartment as the sun set at nine that night.  I had been gone for eight hours.  I fixed me a quick snack for dinner and then showered and got ready for bed.  My husband had called and left a message around seven that he would call about ten.  He did and after we talked I was even lonelier.  I retired for bed about eleven that night and as soon as my head hit the pillow I began to dream.  The dreams were erotic and sensual and soon I awoke screaming and panting for sex.  It was two in the morning and I was wide awake.

I got up and before I really knew what or why, I dressed in my black shorts and this time a black tube top.  I slid on my flip flops took my keys and smokes and headed out my door.  I walked all the way to the entrance which was open and walked into the graveyard   The darkness of the place was spooky, but the occasional glimmer of a quarter moon through the light clouds above gave me some light.  I made my way to the vault and peered intently around before entering and to my amazement, I went in the pitch black room.  I stood there for a few seconds and thought to myself, if I take my clothes off now I could loose them in the dark and be forced to walk naked home.  Now the problem with that is while it was late there were still people out so I decided if I did this, that I would have to stay all night and wait for daylight. By the time I finished thinking about it I was already naked, on the slab and fingering my pussy wildly for an extreme shuttering screaming climax that sent me squirting my juices all over the slab and my legs.  That didn’t satisfy me as I continued on to a second and third the same way.  I was playing with my boobs and tugging away on them when I began to feel like someone was there with me.  I pawed my boob and nipple and then fingered my pussy and lifting my legs high and wide I screamed for them to take me.  Somehow that feeling made me go crazy and at times feel like it was happening when I knew it wasn’t.  I gasped and groaned and yelped loud enough to wake the dead outside.  No more than a few seconds after that I jittered and shuttered into my most intense climax ever.  I feel back on the slab pawing myself until I was sound asleep. 

When I awoke I was naked and cold.  The light of day halfway lit the opening for me to see my clothes near the door. I walked over and collected them and dressed quickly however I lingered inside for a few more minutes.  Than I slipped out and headed home.  It was eleven that morning when I got in.  I bathed this time and pampered myself and then I began to look around for things to please myself with.  I found my toys and some new things I could use and placed them in a handbag.  After cleaning my apartment and making lunch, I fell asleep and rested until my husband woke me at 8 that night.  We talked for an hour then after hanging up I went into my closet and found a silky black dress that slid easily on and off.  I grabbed my handbag and the key and headed out the door.  By the time it was completely dark, I was cutting across the graveyard and ducking inside the tomb once more.  My bag contained candles and something more, a camera and small tri-pod that I sat up after I lit two candles.  I placed the camera in the far corner of the room and set the camera to record automatically until it was out of memory.  Once I pressed the start button it would snap images until all 2 gigs were used up.  Then I stood dressed upon the slab and began to pose and gesture as each image was taken.  By the time I was naked the candles were burning brightly and I placed myself on the slab and coated both my breast with one and then used the other to coat my belly and upper clit.  One was placed near me to light the dark room as I then used the other one for a hot dildo, still lit, and used to slide in and out of my wet pussy for the camera.  I had lifted my legs wide and high and played with it until my squirting pussy juices put it out.  Then I reach down and got my rolling pin and tongs and toyed with my lips yanking them while ramming most of the handle of the pin inside me.  I had no ideal it would feel this good so I went a little further and began to cream madly.  Then I turned my ass up to the camera and used my dick like rubber dildo to fuck my asshole.  About the time I came the candle went out leaving me naked in the dark and alone.  The camera would snap pictures at high speed in the dark and you would be able to see the image by the flash that was very bright.  Then after a few more flashes in the dark it stopped.  I still went on and fondled my self for three more very intense orgasms before I rested in the cool darkness for a few hours.  When I awoke the sun was about to break over the horizon, so I gathered up my things and placed them in my handbag and dressed myself and slipped out of the vault back home.  I spent almost all of the day looking and creaming over my pictures which looked great, then after hubby called at nine.  I started to prepare for anther session.  This time I chose a red skirt and blouse and my red leather boots.  I gathered up everything and headed back to the tomb.  Once more I recorded my erotic adventure but this night I wouldn’t be alone for long.

Two boys I knew in high school were using the tomb on occasion for a place to fuck.  They weren’t gay but on occasion when they got horny they did each other.  This happen to be the night and when they walked in the door there I was using my candle for a dildo and about to cum.  They were younger than me by three years and when they saw me I think they forgot about each other.  The two of them flew to me and being as horny as I was, I allowed them to do me first.  The one boy was well built, Rodger was his name, and he had a massive thick. But only five inch cock.  He used it in my mouth as his friend Will, and his six made a track for my asshole.  They were normal looking guys short haired and sort of then but I was horny and wanted to be fucked, so anything would do.  When they saw the camera flash they went crazy fucking me harder and harder.  Then along the way Rodger got his load to explode on cue on my tits and mouth.   Then I made him feed it to me with his cock head until I was clean.  The only thing Will could do was explode up my ass and fall back panting.  Then after Rodger was cleaned I did the same for a very tired Will.  They left afterwards but made me promise to let them fuck me again in a couple of days.  They were truly amazed when I told them I would be back again the next night of they wanted some more.  The rest of the night went fast and soon it was late and instead of staying all night, I tossed on my dress and boots and grabbed my camera and handbag, but I left my tripod and toys wrapped up in a garbage bag in the corner.  Then as I walked home, I got hot thinking about the double fuck, the first since my junior prom.  The thrill of two dicks in me had me pulsing and as I entered the apartment compound I removed my dress and walked naked through the buildings to my door and then went in.  I bathed and soaked as my pictures downloaded and then about five minutes after I got out and was drying off a knock came at the door.  It was a woman dressed semi sexy, not showy like me.  I had my towel around my head and a one on my body that I left drop slightly as I opened the door for her.  She smiled and stuttered and spluttered and then asked me, “I just wanted to see if you are okay?”

“I’m fine.  Why do you ask?” I replied as the towel drooped down to show almost my entire right boob and half my nipple. 

“Uh well I thought I saw you earlier in the courtyard, and you looked…” she said spluttering wildly.

“Naked, is that what you saw.  Well I was and still am,” I said letting the towel fall off me.

Now she was 30 something and very attractive as I had seen her several times before this.  Her long red hair and sexy walk were nice, and I knew she liked women as I had seen her girlfriend and her kissing a few days after we moved in.  She looked to be an A cup but she had a very pretty face.  As she stood there gawking at me, I added, “Well come in and help yourself to whatever you want.”

I tossed the towel from my head onto the kitchen table and walked into my bedroom and spread my legs and slid back on the bed caressing my flesh.  The clock said five as she slithered in and slowly began to undress herself.  Then as she crawled up on the bed we kissed for the first time.  It was nice but not earth shattering, until her hands encircled my nipples and the kiss turned passionate.  I allowed her to explore me fully and completely and as her mouth settled between my thighs I exploded onto her open wet mouth fully.  She licked me like sugar and the she fed me her mouth and my scents and then I took her.  I placed my mouth over her erect nipples and sucked like she was my mommy.  She enjoyed it so much that she brought me up from her pussy many time just to suck her during my exploration of her.  It was so easy for her to do to me what she wanted, now here’s the secret, this wasn’t my first time with a woman, as I had been sexually active with my older sister for years as well as my aunt and two friends.  I dearly loved the scent of a woman on my mouth and the feel one in me.  We made love for what seemed like minutes but in reality lasted until ten that morning.  We were both so tired we fell fast asleep in each others arms.

When we awoke she headed to her apartment to clean up and get ready for her job that afternoon.  She promised she would be home by midnight and then we could go wherever I wanted to be alone.  I wasted no time in getting myself ready for her and packing the camera and some fresh candles.  I also took handcuffs as I knew she liked to be the boss.  It was ten before midnight as she pulled into the parking area and we kissed as soon as I ran over to her.  I half way stripped her out of her hospital uniform right there in the parking area.  Then with her blouse open and her breast exposed I walked her to the graveyard where I stripped her completely before we walked any further.  I placed her clothes in my oversized handbag and then handed her my white tube top and red shorts to smell and play with.  Then the two of us naked walked into the cemetery and to the tomb.

Inside it was dark until I lit my candle and guided her naked flesh to the slab.  There I placed my camera on its perch started it and handed her the toy bag along with the candle.  She did everything I loved that night.  She handcuffed me and sucked my tits and used a candle on my pussy.  She coated me in wax and then made me eat her pussy while she tortured mine with every toy in my bag.  Before long I had flooded the slab with juices which she knelt and lapped like water.  She also made me promise that I would let her be done the same way.  So after she made me climax a fifth time, I began to assault her.  We lasted until dawn then the two of us half asleep and very fulfilled staggered out and walked home, completely naked.  We arrived at just before six and went to my place to crash.  We slept until three and then awoke to find a note on the door. 

“I saw you both and I want you both.  Come to 12-A, love Theresa.”

The time was short for her but she managed to call in sick and fake a cold and then we dressed up in some sexy clothes I had and headed over to the other side of the complex.  We knew who Theresa was, a tall black woman who was very sexual like us and very much a full blooded lesbian.  We knocked and were escorted inside and then in the blink of an eye the 6’2” 170 pound Amazon raped us both like rag dolls.  We were bound naked face to face on a metal table and abused in the most cruel ways that only women can appreciate or love.  Her boobs were 36 C but like missiles with nipples to match.  Which she fed to us each at the same time, for hours and when she finished she fed us her pussy using her fingers and then her dildos.  My asshole was plugged with a vibrating toy and my pussy was too until I only could scream in joy.  When she released me I fell to my knees and begged her to keep me as a slave.  Actually we both did and she agreed and branded our asses with her name in blood red permanent ink.  We were allowed to go home to dress and clean up and were to report back at midnight and she told us, “I will show you the side of the vault that you are seeking.”

I was dressed in a short pink dress that you could see through easily and nothing else including shoes.  I was marched and then stripped just inside the main gait and along the way, I was forced to fuck myself on several small pointed statues and at one point I was placed on the ground and made to cum by her.  When we got to the tomb, we were naked already all three of us.  Theresa stood on the platform and made us kiss her body and like a giant above us would feed her cream to us from her fingers until she was ready for each of us to lick her pussy and asshole at the same time.  She brought a strap on dildo with her and when she placed on herself and blew out the candles and tome in the ass and pussy I was fucking crazy insane over it.  She fucked me without stop until I had washed her legs and the floor with my squirting pussy juice.  Y the time the night ended, I knew my husband was a memory.  I returned to my apartment and backed my bags and left him a note then I moved in with Theresa.  Every night she takes us to the tomb and each night she fucks us like no man ever could and then eats us like only a woman can. 

"My you are the little seductress aren't you" she told me massaging my breasts slowly making me moan softley. "You have no idea" I said and kissed her deep. We made love on the couch and slept some and about midnight I woke up. I heard the door opening slowly and since the light was on at the end of the couch it was perfect to "Get caught" by my Aunt and Uncle. Linda was on top of me and betwen my legs sleeping softly and I winked as Claire and Jack came in. They smiled and then got ready. "What the hel is going on?!!" Jack and Claire shouted almost at the same time. Linda almost fell off the couch but I held her tight in my arms. "What is it?" she was panicking and trying to look around. "Leave us alone, we love each other." I cried out. "Leave us alone." Claire cae over and pulled her up as Linda tried to cover herself but our clothes were far away. She sat putting her hands over her tits but I sat there wide open. "Who the hell are you, you are older and taking advantage of our neice." Claire was still shouting and red faced. "No please, no, it is not like that, she, we , ah, she and I..." she was stamering and I moved over and out my arms around her, "We are lovers." I declared. Linda was looking from one of us to the other like she had been trapped. Claire stood with her hands on her hips then smiled and then laughed. "You know how to pick lovers Teresa," she said and walked to me and kissed me. She was taking off her blouse and skirt as she spoke. "Teresa has been telling us all about you dear, relax." Linda was in shock and still shaking all over. "She has?" "Hell yes," jack said as he took off his clothes and showed his very large cock that was bouncing around.

"Oh, I have got to have that." I said and got up and bent over the couch and begged Jack to slip it in me. "Sure Hun," he said and sank it into my pussy from behind. "Hard Uncle really hard." I moaned. He began ramming my pussy hard grabbing my hips and I was all over the couch and begging him to do it still harder. "Claire sat next to Linda and put her arm around then took her breasts in her hands. "Oh, you are beautiful, I will enjoy making love to you." she said as she kissed her. Linda sat still not sure what was happening and then moaned as Claire moved her hands over her body then between her legs. "Teresa says yur pussy is delicious." and she went between her legs and her mouth found Lindas wetness. Soon she was eating my lover and bringing orgasms from her pussy. Jack was pumping hard and almost ready to fill me with his cum and he slapped my ass cheek making me hotter than before. "Oh yes, Uncle, spank your bad neice, she is a dirty slut, spank her." I said over and over. He reached back and slapped my ass cheek hard and I cried out soaking his cock with my orgasm and then he growled and filled me with his cum.

Linda and Claire had finished and laid on the floor now watching us. "I..I don't want to be with a man..." Linda stammered out. "No you don't dear," Claire said. "That is why Jack is going to go out for a while and we three are going to our bed. I know you don't like men's cum so I will clean out Teresa before you have to eat her again." she said and we got up and walked up the stairs to my bedroom. Claire got between my legs and began sucking my pussy getting the cum from it and then we began a night of lovemaking. It was over just before sunrise as we fell asleep.

Claire kissed us and left us in bed and we fell asleep in each others arms.

Finally, Saturday evening I was there at 4:45 and she was coming out on the arms of two very lovely senior women. They were both in the late 60s I found later and very nice. I wore sexy panties, my black thong, and a cupless bra. They all looked at me and said, "Oh yes, she looks delicious, we will enjoy her." and we got into a nice big sedan. I was in the back between my Mistress and another woman while the third drove. We pulled up to a nice house and got out and went inside. Mistress sat in a nice chair that laid back and the other two women went to another room and came out with a case of things, later I found they were toys and things to be used on me. I was the victim and they were going to dominate me.

THe women talked and then Mistress said, "Teresa, in my room it seemed that the more your tits were tormented you had orgasms, is that true?" "Yes Mistress, they make me cum when they are tortured." "Ah good my Dear, then you are going to cum a lot." THe women stood on each side of me and took off my clothes. Then they sat me in a chair and tied my hands to the sides and my legs apart. "Use the leather needles." Mistress said.

The women both smiled and took curved needles out of the case and cleaned them. One took my left tit and pinched the areola out so that she had a good clear place to go to. She told the other woman, "Hold it here so I can do this good." and he other woman took my tit. The first put the huge needle at the edge of the dark areola and slowly pushed making a pain go thru my tit but it also sent a shock to my pussy and it began getting soaking wet. "Oh, oh god, oh yes." I moaned. THe needle went into my breast and I screamed out loud. It went in slowly. As it went in I felt every inch pushing through my tit. "Oh damn, of yes, oh yes" I heard myself scream and my pussy convulsed and squirted all over the chair. "Keep going" the Mistress said and they did. It went deep into my tit then came back out on the other side of my areola. As it did a trickle of blood flowed as I maoned and felt my pussy convulsing...Let her sit a moment. I sat there, my pussy in need of something and then the Mistress said, "No do the other and make it hurt, really hurt, see what she can stand."

Now the woman took out another similar needle but it had a larger curve and it was not put at the areola but on the side of my tit about an inch past the edge of the areola. "Here Mistress?" the woman,said. "No, further." It was placed another inch further up and the Mistress said, "Yes, right there and make sure she feels it." It began to push and I moaned and felt the pressure. Then it went into the skin and my pussy convulsed and wet the chair again. "Push harder, make it go on in." Mistress said. She did and I let out a scream, "Oh no, no please." I begged. "Shut up little slut, it will go in and you will love it. Put the dildo in her cunt and make the pain and the pleasure all the same." she said. A huge dildo was in front of me on a fuck machine and it was slipped into me and turned on slow. "Oh , damn, oh yes." I began saying. THen the needle went in further and I was screaming for both. Faster went the dildo and then the needle went half way into my tit. It stopped and just as I was cumming it went further and I screamed as my pussy sprayed all over. "I want you to increase the dildo speed and then push the needle through all the way hard and fast." Mistress said. The wome did as they were told and I felt the needle rip through my tit and come out the other side as the machine was wildly fucking me. "Oh damn, of yes, fuck me harder." I was screaming.

It was through and both my tits were impaled with needles and they had some blod dripping from them. I was left there for a long time and the pain began to throb in my tits....I felt them hurting and called out but no one answered me...I was to find out what was next...later...

love

teresa

I, myself, am a very sexually-enlightened mature gal of thirty-six. My looks never seemed to fade, as I was adamant about taking care of myself at an early age. They are both taller than me by about two inches (I am a tiny woman), and my slender body always ached to be touched and handled. Breasts that are firm and perky--and of adequate size--are mounted high on my chest. My eyes are small pools of emerald, and my hair is thin and red, spilling down my back like the lava from an extremely hot volcano.

Anyway, now that the introductions are over, I'll tell you about my first day.

After hearing about this firm from a friend, and needing a new secretary job (I have been a professional one since I was eighteen), I decided to check it out. I was dressed to make mouths drool, and organs leak cream. I had my hair done up in that classy look, and my make-up was soft, but at the same time, alluring. The business jacket and skirt I donned were of a deep blue shade, with very thin vertical stripes. Under my jacket I wore a black, button-down shirt, and the collars folded over the collars of the blazer. The skirt came to right above my knee--about four inches--and I had on a pair of silk nylon thigh-highs. Strappy high-heels adorned my delicate feet. I was ready.

I strolled in with my briefcase in hand around eight-thirty in the morning. The office was air-conditioned (thank God!), and had the usual smells I was used to: ink, paper, metal, and that wonderful potpourri of many womanly scents combined.

I noticed the young girl sitting at the reception desk. She was no older than, say, nineteen or twenty, and she was beautiful. Her smile beamed at me as I approached.

"Hi, my name is Trisha Valun, and I'm supposed to start today. Can you help me find my way around?" I returned her smile, and checked out her legs as she stood from her desk.

She reached out a hand, and said in a friendly voice: "Hi. My name's Carrie, and I would love to. We're still a small firm, yet, so it won't take long. Follow me."

No problem there,

We walked down the aisle toward the rear, right-side of the office. She pointed to a comfy little cubicle just outside the windowless office of the bosses. It had all the basic components of a secretarial cubicle, so I won't bore with the details. She pulled the chair out for me--which I thought was overly nice, but sweet. I sat, and asked her when I should expect instructions from one of the bosses.

She grinned down at me; it seemed like she was chewing on me with her blue eyes, and I felt my pussy getting heated. She leaned forward, placing the palms of her hands on the desk--giving me a view of her mounds of cleavage--and said, "Don't worry, Ms. Valun. They'll be out for you shortly. I think you're gonna love working here; I know I do." She winked at me, twirled so her skirt rode high, revealing the stocking-tops and straps that connected them to her garter belt, and walked off.

What in the world is goin' on here?

I took this time to look around, scanning the office to see all the other people that worked here. Being a lover of pornography, I recognized some of the women and men as former stars. This was incredible! I knew this was the place for me. Quite a few of them I had actually fingered myself to, watching as they chugged cock, ate pussy, or just plain fucked in both the asshole and cunt.

I felt the sudden urge to go to the bathroom for a quick masturbation session, when the door to the bosses' office opened up. Out walked Devin, platinum hair glimmering, with a full-lipped, red-painted smile. She beckoned me in with a French-manicured finger gesture.

Rising, I grabbed my briefcase off the desk, and followed her into their office.

She was dressed in a white business skirt and blazer like me--except for the color. She was also wearing stockings or pantyhose that were as white as winter snow. Covering her feet, all the way up to her knees, were cotton-shaded leather, spike-heeled boots. Her ass looked glorious as I shut the door behind me.

Their office was very spacious. A large, rectangle table was set in the center. At the left and right sides were their desks, facing each other. Couches lined the other walls. The most interesting objects in the room, though, were hanging on the walls. Almost every single sexual toy and device that existed were displayed on them.

I was really taken aback by all this, when Devin sat down on the table in front of me next to Devine, crossing her legs slowly, said, "Do you like what you see of our business so far?"

I stole a glance at the two sets of lengthy legs before me, and responded: "You bet I do, Ms. Devin. You have a very interesting office here."

"Just Devin, please, Trisha. Now, do you know why we hired you?"

"Of course. I am to be your secretary. And yours, as well," I nodded to Devine, who looked scrumptious in her very tight-fitting and extremely short spandex shorts. Her legs were glistening with sweat, like she just got through running or something. Her sports-bra was stretched taught across her huge tits; her nipples were trying to pierce the thin fabric. Her feet were covered with athletic sneakers.

"Well, yes, that." Devin grinned at her partner. "But there are other reasons why we chose you to work here. For legal reasons, though, we'll need you to to sign this waver before we discuss any of that. I assure you, I think you'll like what we have to say."

She produced a paper from behind her, and handed it to me. I read through it. All that it said was that, if I didn't like what was being asked of me, I couldn't tell anyone what we had discussed in here; that it was confidential. If I did like it, then it wouldn't matter what I said, as long as it was in friendly conversation. Not anything that would be considered negative to the firm. I agreed, and signed it.

After Devine placed the paper inside a briefcase, she started talking. "Well, first of all. Let me say that right now, you are just a secretary. And, after we proposition you, if you do not agree, you can remain so without having to feel like you might be fired or something. So don't worry." She paused, trailing her gaze from my feet, all the way up to my face. "You are an extremely sexy and beautiful woman. We have another position in mind for you if you would like to hear about it? One that would almost triple your salary--plus many other perks that I think you would find interesting. Would you like to hear about it, Trisha?"

"Yes I would, Deivine. It sounds very interesting, indeed." I thought I knew where this was heading, and moisture bubbled out into my panties from my juicy cunt.

"Devin?"

Devin took over the proposal. "We have a special kind of firm here, Trisha. At times, when we have meetings with men and women who want to settle certain cases, we offer them males or females for sexual encounters. And we're always on the lookout for new--skin, you might say." She laughed, and it was musical. "But we need special women. Women who are into it all: blowjobs, swallowing cum, anal sex, sex with another girl, orgies, even some fetishes. As you have probably noticed already, one of the major fetishes that a lot of our clients love, is the nylon fetish. And I am so happy to see that you love to wear them, too. That's a bonus." She uncrossed her legs, allowing me a peek up her slitted skirt to the area where her panties were shrouding her twat. I peeked, and she smiled wide. After crossing them the other way, she continued. "I see you also like other women. Of course, we would love to have sex with you first, if you would want that? Do you want to lick and suck with me and Devine?"

Nipples stiffened; cunt pulsed; and panties soaked, as I nodded--almost hypnotically--yes.

"Now, before we go on, we would like to know: Do you want this new job, or no?" She stood up from the table, along with Devine. I noticed that Devine had a prominent camel toe between her thighs; it looked delicious.

"If I didn't accept this job, I would have to get my fuckin' head checked! Of course I accept; I'm into all of that stuff you mentioned. My experience with girl-on-girl sex is limited, though. I was only with one other woman before, so...."

"Oh, don't worry about that, shugah. We're excellent teachers. Now here's your contract. Look it over, and sign all the forms."

I did, and it took ten minutes. Handing it back, I inquired, "So, what next?"

"Next," Devine spoke up, "we have to inspect your sexual areas, just to see if you take care of yourself. And, of course, 'cause we're horny" All three of us laughed at that. "We'll sit right here in the chairs, and you get that sweet ass up on the desk."

"Okay," I said, as I dropped my briefcase to the floor. The women sat down in two leather chairs, facing the huge table. I climbed on top of it, crawling on all-fours towards them. "Now what?"

"Stand up, and show us your big titties, Trisha. Let's see how they look without that blazer, shirt, then bra on." Devine placed her hand on the mound of spandex that was covering the dark-haired woman's snatch. She squeezed, and Devine let out a little moan.

I stood, rising from the table like a cobra out of its basket. Starting from the top, I unfastened button after button, exposing the shirt underneath. I let the jacket slide off my arms, landing in a cloth-puddle behind me.

"Those are quite lovely inside that shirt, Trisha. Your nipples are very striking; that's another bonus. Now--off with the shirt," Devine ordered.

Once again beginning at the top, I slowly undid all the buttons. The smooth, white skin of my flat stomach and black bra exposed themselves to the sexy women below me. I felt like I was a stripper in some club, dancing for these women.

Devine slipped a hand under Devin's skirt; her legs were parted as far as the skirt would allow, and the dreamy facade of her face told me that she was really enjoying herself.

"You have a perfect tummy; very lickable. Now the bra, hun. Show off those tits for us," Devin said, her voice low from the obvious pleasure her friend was giving her. "Finger my cunt harder, D; I want our new friend to enjoy the show." She slid her skirt up, revealing the lacy tops of her thigh-highs, and pantied pussy, where Devine's fingers were playing a concerto over her fleshy folds. I spotted not a single hair anywhere on that puss, as I undid the clasp on the front of my bra. Watching these two lovely ladies getting off in front of me was making my twat expell drop after slippery drop of juice, drenching my black panties profusely.

I needed to taste them both, and soon. Pulling the bra apart, my tits were finally showing themselves to my new bosses. The air-conditioning (along with my own horniness) stiffened my nips incredibly. I saw both girls lick their lips at the same time.

Devine said, "Those are glorious tits, Trish. Perfect size for lickin', suckin', and fuckin'. Can you bring them down here so we can have a taste?"

"Yes I can. I was hoping you would ask me that." I got down like a dog again, and crept towards them; my large breasts swinging seductively under me.

When I reached the end of the table, I leaned forward as far as I could go. Both women bent to my chest, each grabbing a handful of tit. They caressed, squeezed, and pinched, making my cunt turn into a fire pit of passion and longing. First, they indulged in a sloppy, loving kiss; I watched as their tongues swiped all around the other's lips. After tonguing each other's mouths, they turned their attention to my tits again. Each one pulled a heavy breast to their warm mouths, kissing softly all around the sensitive area. I couldn't believe that I had not one--but two --beautiful women suckling on my tits like they were starving for them. I noticed that Devine was the more aggressive one, as she nibbled and bit hard on my nipple; it sent shivers and tingles through my body like a million tiny fingers were running all over me. I panted, feeling an orgasm nearing.

The sucking and slurping sounds that filled the office were incredible. Their wet, warm mouths, chewing on my fun-bags, was...well...devine! Trails of spit were spilling down my breasts, landing on the wooden table in droplets the size of dimes.

Devin and Devine gave each tit one last suck, and let them go gently. Each one bounced a little, as I stated, "That was the greatest sexual experience in my life; a few more minutes and I would have creamed my panties!"

Devine went back to frigging her friend's clit, and responded, "Oh, don't worry. You will have many orgasms today, I assure you. Now, let's say we see what you have hiding down there, Trisha? I can't wait any longer."

I bobbed my head up and down, feeling like I was the submissive here. Which I was, and I was adoring it.

I stood again with shaking legs, trying to control my pulsing pussy. I brought my legs together, and began unzipping the side of my skirt. Both pairs of eyes were lingering on the part of my body where my cunt was kept.

"I hope you don't have a lot of hair down there, Trish? Or else we're gonna have to get rid of it."

I just smiled as the zipper was all the way down. Slipping the skirt over my hips, I swayed my ass back and forth for the ladies. I turned my back on them, bending over at the waist as I shimmied the skirt over my tight ass. My thong was firmly stuck in between my ass cheeks, and I know they could see the plumpness of my cunt. I stepped out of it, leaving it with the rest of my clothing.

I turned back to them. Devin whispered, "That was extremely hot, Trisha. I love the way your putty looks all confined under your panties." Devine had three fingers inserted into her partner's vaginal hole, and Devin was having trouble speaking. "You wear your undergarments very well. Now for the final move. Strip them panties down, and let's see that twat."

And so I did. Hooking my thumbs under the thin band, I pulled them down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, as well, and stood back up. The coolness of the room muffled the growing heat emanating from my wet cunt. I placed my hands on my hips, and asked, "You like?"

"I see I didn't have any reason to worry about hair; you're as bald as me!" Devin said. "Now, lay down and spread for us, dear. We need to see that pussy close up and in our faces."

I clicked my heels over to the edge of the table; with every step, I could feel the silky nylon rubbing against my outer vulva as my stockings were pulled up high. I got down on my back, edging my ass towards them. After spreading my legs with my knees up, I said: "Inspect away, ladies. I think you'll find everything up to code." I giggled. Life couldn't get any better than this, I thought then.

Devin and Devine leaned in, each gripping a nylon-covered calf. I watched them as they were only under a foot away from my mound. They inhaled deeply.

"You smell exquisite, my dear. Just perfect," the blonde-haired seductress breathed. "Your vulva is puffy; your lips are thick and long; and your clit is very prominant. This definitely has to be one of the most beautiful and amazing twats I have ever seen. You are most certainly hired, Trish. How could I say no to a pussy that has beads of cum dribbling out of it?"

She wet her lips with her tongue again, and looked to her partner. "I think that she just got a raise because of this cunt, don't you?"

"Yes. I. Do. I can't wait any longer; I need to bury my face in that snatch before I lose my fucking mind!" Devine was getting edgy; I think I saw her actually drool after she said that.

"Trish, honey. Would you like it if Devine and I ate your cunt while you ate mine? I think that would be wonderful."

"I would love to do that. But how are we going to?" I inquired; I was a new to the lesbian game, and, plus, my mind was reeling from all that was transpiring.

"You'll see," Devin said, as she crawled onto the table. She stood above my head so I could see up her skirt. She removed it first, then her panties. I finally got to see all of her mons: completely bare, and she had, what I always thought of as, an "inney". Which means is that she just had a slit; her outer area was puffy like mine, but she didn't have any lips flopping around. Actually, her pussy looked almost identical to Pam Anderson's. I wanted to suck on some lips, but these kinds of cunts were beautiful, also.

I felt Devine breathing on my exposed clitoris and labia; I was drooling from my hole again. I felt it slip down into the cleft of my asscheeks, and I guess she couldn't take it anymore. She dove right in, and I almost screamed at the pleasure she was giving to me. Her nose was drilling my clit, as her tongue snaked inside of my tight vagina. She was alternating from tongue-fucking me, to chewing on my cunt with a wildness that I have never experienced before.

I just chanting "Oh, God! Oh, God!" over and over as she delved into my pretty pussy, smearing my fluids all over her face. She widened my twat with both hands so she could have more oral access to my insides.

As Devin was slowly shaking her ass, and lowering her lipless cunt down onto me, I had a my first orgasm with my new bosses. It was a quick one--one that was building deep within all day long. I moaned and groaned as my legs shook from the power of this woman eating me and sucking me. My juicyness pumped out of my hot hole, soaking Devine's face.

"Oh, Devine. Keep lickin', baby. Suck all my cum outta me! Unnnnnngh!"

The last thing I saw before my mouth was engulfed by Devin's snatch, was Devine's eyes--dreamy and glossy--staring right into mine as she continued lapping at my cunt-flesh.

The odor pouring out of this beautiful pussy drove my brain crazy! She smelled so fucking sweet, and I saw dribbles of her own semen along her crack. I let my tongue slip out, and worm around her plumpy vulva. She was squatting, so I reached under and spread her cunt as wide as I could.

"Trish, eat that cunt; I have a surprise for you, baby," Devine informed me. I saw from under the pussy above me that she licked my juice off of her lips, and then she disappeared out of sight.

Devin just drove her twat into my hungry mouth, letting me delve deeper and deeper into her inner-lovliness. Then she said, "Mmmmm, honey, you sure know how to eat a taco. Here comes Devine with her 'surprise'. Are you ready, Trisha?"

"Mm-hmmmmm!,"

"Tongue-fuck my ass, Trish! Oh shit, that's it! Slip that fucking tongue in as far as it'll go, then drive four fingers in my slick slit!" Devin was now swirling her hips around, covering my face with her female slime.

As I was head-banging, piercing her ass with my long tongue, I felt Devine spit on my snatch. She licked it a few times, then she asked me, also: "Are you ready for your surprise, darling?"

"Please, yes! Do whatever you want to me; I'm your fuck-slut!" I don't know what came over me, but I was being driven insane by female/female/female lust. I knew my next orgasm would be humungous! I plugged Devin's delectable canal with four long fingers; spurts of off-white cream dripped out and around the edges as I hammered away at her twat.

Her ass was still shaking and grinding into my fingers, when she said: "Now, get that thumb in me; fist me now, bitch! Do it while I devour your cunt!"

I squeezed my thumb into her, forcing half my hand inside the slippery pussy. She was almost screaming, as she bent forward into a sixty-nine. She bit softly on my clit, while spreading my fat lips apart, preparing me.

I felt a warm hardness on my outer-cunt. I couldn't really see what it was, because I was so far in back of Devin so I could fist her fleshy, juicy mineshaft. But I knew it had to be a dildo or vibrator of some sort--I was very familiar with such things.

"Here comes some fake cock for ya, our darling slut," Devine said, as I felt--what had to be--the biggest plastic cock-head I have ever experienced pop into my pussy. I screeched as it was widening me more and more. She let just the head in so I could get used to the fatness of it.

I buried my face into Devin's asshole as I watched my entire fist go inside her twat down to my wrist. This was fucking astounding!

While Devin was still suckling my clit, I felt the rocking motion of Devine--it was definitely a strap-on. Inch after obese inch of the toy snaked its way into my cunny; tears of pleasure and pain broke out of my eyes as I was being filled with more than I have ever thought imaginable. I dug my nails into Devin's stockings so fiercly, I ripped small holes in them. But the silkyness still felt wonderful--as did the large-ass plastic prick burrowing into me.

"Look at how her pussy's all stretched, Devin! That's amazing. Remember that last bitch we brought in here? She cried like a baby, and took off as soon as I slipped this mammoth in her!" She laughed as she started fucking away furiously; I felt the entire length, and the tip was pounding away at my cervix. I knew I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.

"Yeah, I remember," Devin said, letting a puffy lip slip from her mouth. "This bitch is ours forever; she's going to be an incredible ass-et to us for a long time to come. Right, Trisha-baby?"

"Yes, sweetheart, YES! I'm your whore, Devine's whore--hell, this whole firm's whore! Now fuck me so I can cum all over Devin's mouth! Fuck me! Fill me up with that gigantic cock." I slammed my fist into that sweet snatch over and over, trying to make Devin cream my face. I shoved my ass into the onslaught I was receiving, therefore bringing my mouth right next to the pussy I was devastating with my hand.

Devin was shaking and girating, her orgasm nearing, as she breathed, "I'm sure you'd like to know just how big the strap-on prick is that's tearing your pussy apart, Trish, so I'll tell you. The fatness your cunt's taking is the width of a fucking beer can, and it's entire length is ten inches. Your being stuffed with one of our most favorite toys, and, by the looks of your reddened twat, and the cum leaking out--you're loving every glorious inch of it." She went back to chewing on my clit.

"I am...I am...Just don't stop! I'll be soaking that cock with my cum.... Oh, very, very soooooooon! That's it, Devine. That's it! Slam me, baby. Tear me up like the slut I am!" I was now punching my hand into Devin with a ferocity I never before would have thought of; her pussy was red, as well. I felt her body quiver--it was time.

"I'm gonna cum, Trish! You sweet darling, you're goin' to make your boss cum right in your mouth! Here it is, slut; drink it all down..." I yanked my hand out as I felt the force of so much female jizm erupt from her hole. It cascaded down and covered my entire face. Slurping it all up, I opened my mouth wide to accomodate all of her juice.

She was panting hard, her breathing heavy, as she slowly layed her head down on my pubis, lightly licking away at my twat. "Cum for us, baby. Cum for us. I want us all to divulge in your sweet juices," Devin whispered to my pussy.

My body rocked on the table as I was being plastered with that fat faux dick. I bit down on Devin's twat when I felt the sensational tinglings fire through me like kriton switches on a nuclear bomb. They started in my brain, sending pulses throughout the rest of my enormously-fucked body. My legs started shaking, and I clenched them...then opened them...clench...open...over and over.

Devine was obviously staring at my pussy, when she yelled, "I can't believe it! I can see her twat spasming! Look, Devin!"

"It's gorgeous, girls. Very. Now cum, sweet-ass. Cum for your bosses."

With the frigging and pinching of my clit by Devin, and the pounding from Devine, I blew. I dug my nails into Devin's ass as I felt my pussy fire load after load of juicy, creamy, delicious woman-cum. Devin started lapping it right up like a cat with its milk, and Devin finally reached her orgasm, as well. I covered the plastic cock with all of my warm, wetness. I found out afterwards that Devine was using one of those strap-ons that had another dong attached to it so the person using it could have their pussy filled at the same time. She screamed as I did, and we both came like never before.

Devin crawled off of my face--I stole a couple more licks of that dribbling cunt first. She layed down on the table next to me; Devine, finally drawing that long, plastic sword out of my cunt-sheath, joined me on my left. All of us had our knees up, letting the coolness of the room abate the enormous heat from our holes. I stared down in disbelief at the huge cock that was standing straight up on Devine.

"That fucking thing was in me? Holy shit!" I couldn't fathom that my pussy opened up for such a large object. Although, I did have the greatest orgasm of my life.

"We need your holes to be ready for anything, darlin'," Devin informed me. "Some of our clients are hung like horses, and they love stretching asses and twats with their massive meat. But, don't worry your sexy little pussy and asshole, shugah. We know certain exercises that you can do to always keep your cunt tight. I'll tell you about them before you go home; I think you did enough on your first day, Trish. Don't you?"

"You know it; all of my insides are going to be killing me tomorrow," I laughed, but with a nervous tinge to it.

"Don't worry; tomorrow will be light work for ya. We'll give that sweet twat a day to heal. You'll love your assignment, though, I assure you."

We all laughed and giggled, as I was thinking about what was in store for me then. I knew I had found the place for me, and I'll stay here as long as they'll have me.

To be cunt-inued....

I mumbled into her wet folds. I tongued away at Devin's tight hole, while sliding my middle finger around her asshole. With long swipes, my tongue trailed its saliva from her clit...all the way to where my finger was dancing around her most forbidden of areas. Even her asshole smelled exquisite. I wondered. But, she was right: I was thinking that I could like this place.... I thought, as I leered at her two cheeks swaying in her loose, plaid skirt. She had on a button-down shirt, also, but hers was tighter than mine; I could see her white bra-strap across her back. Her stockings had those lines going up from the ankle, splitting her shapely legs in half. Her heels were of the "fuck-me" variety, and made her calves more sinewy.

I made no effort at all to acknowledge their beauty though they were breath taking. Certainly not playboy models, or women one might see on vogue but quite beautiful in a down to earth way, and I was certain that they were tired of being told; how beautiful, or how cute, or how much they look-a-like, and didn’t care to here any of that from me. I later learned much to my astonishment that there were two years, two states, and two sets of parents between them.

 

With their clothes on they looked exactly alike to the untrained eye, even when clad only in shorts, they maintained their mirror-image appearance. It wasn’t until you could look inside their panties that the differences became evident. I know what you are thinking, one had a penis well you are wrong.

 

To describe one is to describe the other, Karen was the older and the alpha mate; they both had outgrown pigtails yet they both wore their shoulder length blond hair in pigtails. Their eyebrows faint, thin and un-plucked still accented their deep blue eyes. Their thick red lips matched their plump cheeks natural reddish hue.

 

Even in the dead-of-winter they wore short sleeve cut-off t-shirts showing off their creamy skinned bellies with their wide and deep belly buttons, not a hair or stubble to be seen. Their skirts were always just above the knees, but a few times I caught one or the other bending over exposing their smooth shaved legs. Their clothes were always the same. I used to muse to myself that they would argue with each other about weather or not they would wear a bra over their pert thirty-two c. breasts and often wondered who wanted to do what and why. Did one of them want to cover up their thumb-tip sized nipples, which grew larger when they bristled?

 

They were both very athletic, yet they still had what I affectionately call ‘baby fat’ giving a soft roundish flavor to their appearance. They spent a lot of time in the gym and their bodies made that quite clear. Neither were ripped, but their muscles were built up. They could out run with speed or in distance most of the jocks. They were instrumental for the volleyball team’s record breaking four year winning streak at the state championships, and one victory at the nationals. The team went three years in a row without a single lose, breaking the old record by one and a half seasons.

 

I often fantasized slipping my opened hand between their thighs, well… because they were so open and shapely, they were enticing with almost enough room. They sported my favorite kind of bottom I call it ‘the wide smiler.’ They had a twenty-eight waist over a muscular thirty-six buttocks that sagged upward, if you will indulge me, with a wide valley between their cheeks. God I tried to steal a few pictures of them walking together with their sweet bottoms swaying, but they always-seemed ready for me. Like I had a neon sign brightly flashing look out your butt’s on candid lens. Stealing pictures of people being remarkable weather in looks or action is my favorite hobby, more accurately an addiction that has caused more than a little trouble.

 

However it was academia they excelled in; Leanne’s major was ‘English lit.’ and Karen’s was ‘Computer Sci.’ they both have had several essays on topics concerning their majors appear in many literature and computer publications. They are also paid tutors, not by the school, but by the students whom they help.

 

I always thought it was a little odd that I rarely ever saw them together at school or at school functions other than the volleyball games, the discussion group they attended, study hall, and going or coming from gym class. I shared a networking class with Karen, and a journalism class with Leanne. I did mind my Ps and Qs in class. I never once saw them being physically familiar.

 

It was my photo exposé on couples that locked us into an inevitability of becoming friends… close friends. The kind you can tell anything to and just know that it would never be said again. I can tell this story now only because they told me to.

 

My part of the story began the last year of college right after my exposé. After a series of near misses and bumping intos I thought it best at least to offer up the social civilities. Which soon gave way to brief conversations about me; my majors, or how my classes were going, or just the plane how are you doing today. They did not ask me that question, like so many people do when they mean ‘Hi.’ They stopped and waited for an answer. One week I saw them meandering through the gallery looking at the photos of couples on display over and over. Closing time neared and all the visitors were gone.

 

Karen walked up and asked, “Did you shoot all of the photos on display?”

 

I said, “Yes. The whole show is devoted to my work on couples being couples. I will be on display here for ten more days.” I struggled to maintain some semblance of composure, though I am sure a drool escaped my lip as I talked.

“I see you’ve pretty much covered all the possible combinations of couples, and you’ve not shown any favoritism.” Karen pleasantly observed.

 

“Favoritism is not journalism, and all couples have many things in common. That is especially true of the ones trying to maintain a long term relationship. It doesn’t matter if they are same sex, or same race; co-ed or co-racial.” I explained assuredly.

 

“Long term relationships?” she sounded pensive and added, “Relationships seem to be dropping like flies today! What do you or would you attribute that to?”

 

“In a nutshell; communication or the failure to do so, the inability to accept the differences and embrace them or the lack of motivation to do so.” I answered with conviction and asked, “Do you have a favorite? I’ve seen you here with your friend slowly milling around the show the last couple of days.”

 

“Yes the one over there by the window, the one of the two women. The one standing looks sad. Who are they and what are they doing?” Karen asked empathy ringing in her voice.

 

“Oh I don’t know who they are, and for me to tell you what they are doing would steal the value of the image from you,” I assured asking, “What does it mean to you?”

 

“I think the older woman is sad because, she wants to tell the younger one that she loves her and can’t.” She related with a small tear gracing her left eye.

 

“I never saw that till now. You could be right, or she could be sad looking because she has told the one of her love. See how her hand is touching the hair, ear, and face at the same time. And look her other hand is on her shoulder. It looks like one has just spoken and the other heard. Here I’ve gone and broken a rule please forgive me.”

 

“Oh yes I see it. Maybe we are both right, I mean it is funny how things, pictures, can change with the mood. Well any way your work is exquisite. Aren’t you afraid that they will sue you or something?”

 

“No not really they aren’t doing anything embarrassing and I really didn’t violate their right to privacy there is a shrub in the foreground and a setting sun in the background. Any way I would gladly give them this framed copy, I can make another.”

 

“Are you allowed to take more pictures while you are on display.” She giggled a little when she said ‘you are.’

 

“I can take pictures any time any where and of anything or any willing body I want to!” I answered decisively.

 

“Would you be willing to take pictures of Leanne and I?” Karen asked in a near impish tone, but with a perfect poker face.

 

I almost lost my poise and felt my male immaturity slipping, but dropped my books and clipboard instead. As I stooped; I regained my composure, and I collected my thoughts as I scooped the mess into a pile, then calmly said, “I would be happy to. I don’t have my camera now, but I will be on campus tomorrow finishing a role and would be delighted to take a few pictures of the two of you. Where do you want to meet?”

 

“I don’t think you understand.” Karen stopped mid sentence and called out, “Come here Leanne. We don’t want a couple of pictures to send home.” Karen said, as Leanne joined her she added, “We want you to do an exposé of our life, and prepare it for web publishing for the whole world to see.”

 

My professionalism overshadowed my boyish ideations and muted any insecurity that I was being plagued by at the time and smartly asserted, “I do not take my exposés lightly. There are a lot of questions that need to be answered.”

 

“We thought you might say something like that. What kinds of questions do you need answered?” Karen shot right back at me.

 

“For openers the theme. What do you want to say and how do you want to say it? Who do you want to say it to?” I sincerely snapped back.

 

“I see we won’t be able to resolve this right here and now.” Leanne remarked with a hint of coyness in her voice.

 

I saw my opportunity and moved; “I think we can address these questions best over dinner if you will forgive my abruptness. I know a perfect place! My treat.”

 

“No! Our treat.” Karen insisted. “Where did you have in mind?” She inquired with a hint of a smile.

 

“I have a pet spot; it is Mediterranean style cuisine if that is to your liking, and if you can get past the name, ‘The Boot’ the food is great, and there are separate dining rooms available for privacy. It is a little spendy but as I said it is very good, and exactly what we need. My offer to treat is still good.” I warmly reminded.

 

“We can pay you for work and quite honestly we want to pay.” Karen insisted.

 

“We have looked at all the work that you have displayed here on campus and in town. Quite frankly we feel that you are the one to tell our story!” Leanne chimed in and asked, “When can you start?”

 

“We have talked briefly on and off over the last year.” Karen kicked in.

 

“I think it best to start at dinner time. It’s early enough today we might get a reservation for tomorrow, Wednesday say eight? I have found that when interviewing prospective clients if they prepare a list of some of their wants and bring it with them, it facilitates the discussions. Do you want me to make the reservation, or are you going to?”

 

“We will. So till tomorrow then.” Leanne said warmly smiling. She put her arm under Karen’s and they walked out.

 

I watched them walk out, what a sight and me without my camera. Not once did they look back. I know that my mouth was gaping, in fact drool did slip pass my chin. I was stunned and awed if that is possible. I was being invited to a photo shoot that I would never be able to top.

 

Over dinner they told me that the first and foremost theme was love. That I was going to do a series of shoots starting with a day in the life on the out side. The three of us would spend the day gadding about shopping, café hopping, and what ever came to mind. I was going to do a series on them in school, following them from the dorm to class to study hall and back.

 

Then they turned solemn they, the two of them, looked at me and said that I was to announce to the world that they were going to be married. I was to expose every aspect of their life. I was to do another series on them making love, a reenactment of Karen’s proposal and Leanne’s acceptance and then the wedding ceremony.

 

I told them I was dazed and overwhelmed by the immensity of the task and assured them I was more than willing and able. I told them that they were talking about shooting two or three thousand pictures maybe more to come up with maybe two or three hundred or maybe less. That quite likely the whole shoot for the day or night might get dropped. I was assured that they had considered that likelihood.

 

I posed to them that the type of intimate pictures that they wanted me to take would not happen easily, that it was best to rehearse them. I begged them to forgive my frankness then asked how many times they made love in front of the camera or more important having the camera man telling them to hold that pose. The two of them blushed and said never. I am sure that you want it to look real; that the two of you are at ease with one another, have a spontaneously active relationship and if you’ll forgive the inconsistency rehearsal is the best way. 

 

I asked them how they expected to look like they loved each other when their embraces might be tainted by my presents. They agreed to the rehearsals; I said that it is best to work up to the more intimate aspects slowly, and suggested that we finish the first two shoots, ‘A Day in their Life,’ and ‘Their School Day,’ and review them over dinner. We could talk about the next steps over dessert. It was at the first rehearsal I learned of their difference, and how it was that they discovered their love for each other.

 

The first two days worth of shoots went especially well. I used my digital Nikons; changing between the thirty-five and seventy millimeter lenses, for the more revealing close ups and some of the passing shot. In two days we shot close to two thousand pictures. As the first day stretched on they began to relax in front of the camera and stop worrying about their pose. During the breaks I had an opportunity to talk with each of them one on one and get some insight on their life. I hesitate to say what caused them to adopt a gay life style, as I think for as many stars in the sky that’s how many answers to any questions regarding motives.

 

For instance both Leanne and Karen come from closed minded right winger families; that were homophobic, and whose Dad was never home either, on a long distance truck route or always away on some sporting junket. Leanne’s Mom was both supportive and understanding, and promised to keep from ‘Dad!’  Her secrete ‘the decision’ to be an avowed lesbian, after being saved from rape at fourteen.

 

The boys thought it sporting fun to drag her into the boys’ locker room, but got carried away while pulling her pants down. Fate was on her side; the athletic director came and interrupted them, he actually had to defend himself till the group scattered. Leanne had confessed her attraction towards girls long before the episode at school. I am ashamed to admit a certain tingle of arousal as she related her temptations to as she said, “touch the privates,” of her friends that attended her slumber parties but didn’t because she knew that trouble would follow.

 

Karen on the other hand shared a similar family life but was always trying to seduce any boy that would sit still long enough. She went from one disappointment to another with each new fling. One day she was attacked at school but managed to fend off her attacker, and swore off relationships even the one-night-stand. So until she met Leanne, Karen was celibate, and completely self-reliant. Karen confessed to being a lot like her dad, “a very domineering person. She actually started to cry briefly as she said that she had trouble controlling it and at being eternally grateful that Leanne was and wanted to be submissive. She told me that she had never wanted to have sex with another woman, until she met Leanne. She was both ashamed, and intrigued by her feelings and very confused at first.

 

Leanne asked me to dinner at ‘The Boot’ again, and asked if it were possible to scan the two days of shoots while we ate, and suggested that we take an early dinner. I assured that I can show them on a DVD-player and that I would bring a portable player and monitor. I was still tying to digest all these little bits of vitally important information, just to have a vague idea of the dynamics of these two people. After all that is all they really are, just two people.

 

Dinner was early, seven PM. I got there just after six to setup. The girls were already there so we just started. The waiter popped the wine and set it out to breathe. As I set up the video show, all of us ordered ‘before’ dinner drinks. I handed out note pads and remotes to the girls, so they could stop or go back whenever they wanted, and started the slid show program. I set it to run in sequence with a ten second delay and show title mode. We made it through our drinks, the salad and bread, to the main course, then to the desert and on to the sweet port. Slowly we coursed through our dinner. We laughed at many of the shots and they grimaced at all of them jokingly. Ohing, ahing, and saying that one is nice or that one was silly and how funny that one was.

 

I was truly touched by how much they both acted like women, at times impossible to tell them apart. We did not see the full show when Leanne hit pause, and looked at me saying in a warm voice, “We are not afraid of you or embarrassed by you. Are you afraid of us, or just shy?”

 

“No, not at all. I feel privileged that you have let me into so much of your life. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” I assured sincerely, “I’ve come to know the two of you a little and like you both!”

 

“We can’t decide on what to keep and what to delete.” Karen remarked whimsically then asked, “May we keep this disc, and if it isn’t too much trouble could you put a couple of photo arrays together? We will look at them in a few days.”

 

“I burned that CD-RW for the two of you, so you can change the order and delete the ones that you do not want, or just vote by pressing the asterisk key for however many stars you want it to have. I have the shoots on my hard drive and backed up on another disc, so don’t worry about loosing anything.” I said confidently and assured, “I can go through them and put together a couple of photo arrays for your perusal.”

 

Then Leanne sat next to me and put her hand right on my thigh looked at me smiling saying warmly, “I think it is time for our first rehearsal.” Then she giggled softly. I think she surprised herself.

 

My heart pounded in my throat as I struggled to speak; here I am trying to put them at ease when I’m the one that is a little tense. I cleared my throat then took a drink of my port and affirmed, “If you want we could do a shoot, I have all my equipment in the car.” I think it was the wine that kept me from having a heart attack. In the back of my mind I knew we were getting close to the ‘intimate’ shoot, that is why I was packed and ready; spontaneity is so important in the art world.

 

I was being put in charge of two of the best-kept secrets on campus and soon it would be I the one telling the story. It was then I knew Karen was the oldest and the alpha mate, it was also then I learned that it was Leanne that put the drive into their sex. Karen walked behind me and started massaging my shoulders while Leanne just let her hand rest on my thigh and put her other hand on mine.

 

I couldn’t help but muse for a moment here we have two people in a same sex relationship; Karen the masculine influence the decision maker, the driver, the business person, she actually ordered for Leanne after asking her what she wanted, and then we have Leanne the feminine influence submissive in every way she was keeping the human warmth alive, and when it was time for sex she knew how to make Karen think it was her idea. It was quite clearly Leanne who kept their sex thriving.

 

We sat there for a few minutes when Karen whispered, “don’t worry we won’t be too hard on you.”

 

Leanne asked Karen to settle up I sensed a little urgency in her voice. Karen rang for the waiter, and in a few minutes we were on our way. We arrived in separate cars and left in separate cars. I was about to learn what went on behind ‘their’ closed doors.

 

I remember thinking how the levity in Karen’s assurance that they weren’t going to be ‘too hard’ on me made me laugh a bit and relaxed me. I remember the drive how I thought that at any second now a rock is going to fall from the sky and crush me. My heart even started beating faster from the fear, rather than the expectation of a night never to be forgotten; I even found myself looking up into the sky. I followed them, as I had no idea where we were going.

 

The speed limit was fifty but we were going between thirty-five and forty. The slower speed helped me to relax and even start rehearsing in my mind a possible train of events. The drive was no more than twenty minutes, yet we were out of town. We pulled into the driveway of a small house. I grabbed my two briefcases and pulled my light trees and panels out of the trunk. I remember thinking how glad I was that I had planed to record the dinner, as part of the exposé but didn’t, so I was ready.

 

They offered to help carry so Karen toted the light trees and panels. Leanne got the laptop and box of tripods and I had the two cases with my four camcorders and two Nikons. I had to go back the car for the box of interfacing cables. It only took an hour to set up and network the camcorders to the laptop. When we were ready I remember starting to shake and stutter a little. Then I just stopped and closed my eyes and in a few seconds I was able to become, ‘the cameraman.’ It was the only way that this was going to come out good.

 

“Karen? Who initiated the physical relationship?” I asked frankly.

 

“Leanne was the first to touch me and kiss me.” She recounted calmly, and smiling pleasantly.

 

“How long have the two of you been in love Leanne?” I pressed.

 

“For me when I first saw Karen, my whole body turned warm. I knew then that I was glad I was sharing the room and wanted much more.” Leanne warmly explained.

 

“For me too; but my upbringing caused me some trouble so I spent a little time in denial. I think I may have even been rude a few times.” Karen joined in.

 

“You were but I knew where you were coming from, so it didn’t bother me.” Leanne interjected and pried, “And you what about you, why haven’t we seen you with a girl friend or two? Are you gay?”

 

“I guess that is a reasonable question. I am not gay or bi, and I am not closed-minded either. I have enjoyed sex with quite a few women. And as for not having a girlfriend now well my proclivity towards stealing pictures of people in embarrassing situations, or perfectly candid moments has cost me the last two relationships. I’m surprised that someone hasn’t said something to you. How long have the two of you been sharing your love?” I asked trying to look at them both.

 

The two of them looked at each other then looked at me and said in unison, “More than three years for the two of us. We will graduate this June, our meeting for the first time anniversary is in September and November eleventh or twelfth is the anniversary of the two of us having sex for the first time and affirming our love for one another.”

 

“Yes we slept in each others arms the whole night.” Karen purred with a blissfully reminiscent smile on her face.

 

Just then Leanne giggled mischievously and whispered loud enough for me to hear, “Can I tell him please?”

 

“Noowa…!” Karen said insistently her face glowing a deep red.

 

Back and forth they went a few times, sending my curiosity over the top till Karen relented, “Okay it isn’t that bad I guess, any way we kind of laugh about now anyway.”

 

So Leanne struggled with her giggling to gain some composure began between the slowing giggles, “That night after we went to the bathroom and settled in and went to sleep it was towards dawn the sky was starting to light Karen turned over onto her other side and I snuggled to her back and reached around to hold her to me, and my hand went right to her clitoris. It was a subconscious act, but when I touched it again I wanted to hold it.”

 

“I knew she was sleeping and thought that I would go right back to sleep myself. Any way I contentedly started to massage it as I waited to fall to sleep. After only a few minutes I guess, it sprang to life, and Karen started moaning in her sleep. I am very mischievous by nature so I found Karen’s sleeping arousal intriguing and so I kept going, careful not to wake her. Her legs started to kick in a twitchy way and she clawed the air with her hands, she started to sweat and call out in a garbled way then gasped. Karen’s body went limp except her clitoris it had become very hard. She let out a long sigh, and that is when it happened a torrential gusher of urine…” They both burst into uncontrollable laughter, with tears streaming from her eyes Leanne continued between roaring laughs “My god…! I thought; what… pressure… and again she gushed and it flooded…

 

Then Karen burst in laughing with, “I guess I taught you a lesson.”

 

The two of them sighing and laughing obviously their stomachs hurt from laughter. Then Leanne snickered, “I have never to this date seen or heard anyone pee that hard. It flooded past my knees,” sighing she added, “Yea Karen just kept sleeping like nothing happened.”

 

The three of us mused several minutes on that hilarious story sipping wine and giggling to our selves. Then I started in with the questions again,  “And to the both of you. Do your parents know yet?”

“My mom has always known, but Dad still hasn’t a clue. He would explode!” Leanne answered then mockingly added “No daughter of mine is queer and then look at mom growling, this must be your fault.”

 

“My patents know that Leanne is my friend, they just don’t know what kind of friend.” Karen explained and added, “They are old fashioned and not very open minded. I doubt that they would adjust to it very well to be polite. 

 

“Leanne. What did you do first?” I pried.

 

“I gave her a massage.”

 

“Was Karen sitting or standing?” I pressed farther. I knew that soon they would start reliving that time. So the more interest I showed to details the better for stirring memories.

 

“She was sitting in front of the PC. She had been typing some sort of program that was being difficult.” Leanne said in a rueful tone as she remembered how sore Karen’s neck was.

 

I remember I was just finishing…” Karen paused smiled and ran her fingers through Leanne’s hair, looked at her warmly then started again I closed my eyes and could see it as Leanne started recounting their first time making love, and learning that they loved each other.

 

“It was late, and Karen was working on a computer project, the fifth in a long series of programs for her ‘Artificial Intelligence’ class. With a sigh, she ran the initializing program right before midnight, and worried that there was still a bug somewhere because the screen prompt didn’t come back on.

 

“Oh well,” Karen sighed, “I aced the first four...” She groaned as she straightened up in her chair, stretching, trying to work out the pain that had built up in her neck over the past three hours sitting at the computer.

 

Boy, am I glad I had nagged mother into buying me a laptop computer. At least the distractions from other students are minimized. She could relax here she thought, pitying the poor suckers who had to sit in a lab all night; listening to the air-conditioning ducts rattling, other students talking, or the college PCs crashing in the middle of their projects. As she sat there, pleased with herself.

 

I drifted back as she went quiet then suggested, “Let’s get a chair in here and Kara…”

 

Leanne interrupted asking, “Why are you asking so many questions?”

 

“Do you want me to record this session?” I asked.

 

“Yes. It is our life, our show, and we have asked you to be part of it just by asking you to record it.” Leanne affirmed and suggested, “Karen’s and Leanne’s gay film.” She laughed.

 

“Or Karen and Leanne coming out!” Karen said laughing and added, “Or even Leanne’s and Karen’s film ‘deebutt.’”

 

“Boy you are slippery. I asked you a question and you just slinked by!” Leanne sneered

 

“This is your exposé. I need you to relive the day.” I assured and added, “All usable titles, I am sure that the two of will think of something. But still it would be helpful to have some background especially the time you two first learned of your love.” I pressed.

 

With that Karen sat in the chair, and Leanne stood behind her with her hands massaging her shoulders and started telling their story of discovery. They talked so gayly; that it was obvious to me they were in love with one another, and not running away from a relationship like so many people do. I remember them sounding so happy as they giggled through their story I just slipped into a dream. The little cabin turned into the dorm and I watched the story unfold.

 

Leanne; her roommate, walked in voice ringing with cheer, “Hi. Done with your project?”

 

“Finally, for tonight anyway,” replied Karen her voice crackling with soreness as she stretched, groaning, “My back is so sore!”

 

“Well… if your nice to me, I’ll give you a back rub.” Leanne seductively said casting mousy glances at her roommate, and remarked, “You know everywhere I went today people called me by your name.”

 

“Yea I know ever since we got here people would ask me where I was, thinking I am or was you or… It is starting to get confusing!” Karen agreed adding, “My back and neck are too sore to really think about it.” And suggested, “How’s this? I’ll let you sleep on the top bunk tonight and I’ll be the one to ask my Dad for some extra money for our dinners out this week.”

 

“Well... Ok, as long as I get to pick the place and you don’t snore,” laughed Leanne.

 

“I don’t snore!” grunted Karen, throwing a pencil at her, and then laughing.

 

“Hee-hee... oh sure, you don’t.” Leanne teased and walked over behind Karen’s chair adding, “Nothing like my Dad… but you do snore,” and began to give the promised back rub.

 

“Well so we’re twins, according to everyone on campus so I’ll bet you do too,” Karen hissed then smiled and added “You know we think a lot a like, almost like we know what the other is thinking. We like the same clothes, music and food; we wake up at the same time. Hell we even have our periods at the same time.”

 

“Yea, we even get hungry at the same time. We are a lot alike.” Leanne agreed adding, “We even have to go to the bathroom at the same time… sometimes.”

 

“You don’t think, they think… that we are…sleeping together do you?” Karen asked a little ring of concern in her voice.

 

“No! And would it be so bad if they did? Really does it matter what ‘they’ with their simple minds think about?” Leanne sarcastically remarked as she squeezed Karen’s sore muscles.

 

“After so many hours of typing, my back, neck, and sides were quite sore, and the back massage feels wonderful.” Karen admitted.

 

“Oh that feels wonderful,” Karen sighed dreamily and queried, “What or how or should we do about the way we are being addressed? I mean they are calling me you and you me all the time.

 

“Karen you are a ball of tight muscles,” Leanne whispered then rambled on, “I think you are letting this get to you, though I must admit that sometimes your classmates will just start rattling off a mile-a-minute in computer jargon, then they get this look on their face, like what is the matter with you. It is frustrating and…” 

 

“Hang on,” Karen groaned as she undid her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders, and remarked, “You have started to ramble that doesn’t look good for an English literature student.” 

 

Leanne continued massaging, the unhindered shoulders, she rubbed Karen’s sore neck muscles, back, until she felt them begin to relax, and Karen started breathing easier.

 

“Ooh, that feels wonderful Leanne. You are a wonderful roommate,” Karen cooed. Glancing at the clock, she realized Leanne had been massaging her for more than thirty minutes. “It’s time for bed,” Karen sighed.

 

“Yeah, and I get the top,” Leanne sang a little sarcastically.

 

Karen stretched, “Oh I feel so much better now. Thanks.”

She hugged and cajoled, whispering into her ear, “You’re the greatest Leanne,” and kissed her on the cheek.

 

Leanne’s cheek flashed red and turned hot as Karen’s lips touched her face. She knew that Karen wasn’t ready to learn of her taste for women, even though she had caught her looking, with that more than a-roommate-look in her eyes. Leanne thought for a second, then tested, “What do you think we take turns at being each other; you know like one week ‘we’ be you, then the next week ‘we’ be me?”

 

Karen looked at Leanne as if suddenly aroused and a really lewd smile beamed from her face and sang, “My god Leanne I think you’ve nailed it. We wear the same clothes from our hair style to our shoes and sox, even the same bras and panties.” Karen rambled as she walked to Leanne and put her arms around her and hugged her.

 

Leanne just stood there with her arms around Karen running her fingers through her hair for a few minutes then whispered, “I think that is a wonderful idea.” As she continued to softly stroke she heard a quiet but distinct gasp and felt a slight wiggle in Karen’s knees and Leanne cajoled as she whispered, “We can pretend that we ‘are…’ sisters, ‘close…’ sisters.”

 

Karen’s body shuddered perceptibly as Leanne’s hot breath whisked across her neck. Leanne felt Karen’s arms tighten around her waist, she leaned back and brushed the loose hair from Karen’s face then caressed her ears placed an open-mouthed kiss on Karen’s lips, while caressing her cheek with one hand and threading her fingers in Karen’s hair with the other and their lips meshed.

 

Karen’s conspicuously futile efforts to push her away faded quickly, and as her passions mounted they turned into holding caresses. Karen’s first reactions were surprise, and shock, but they quickly gave way to delight, as she shuddered in the wake of the feelings of arousal sweeping throughout her body, from the joyful quiverings in her belly, to the ache she felt deep behind her clitoris that seemed to stretch into the depth of her womb and into her spine. She returned the kiss, by sucking the upper lip, and then let Leanne’s tongue slip into her mouth.

 

The sound of Karen’s pleading breath pleased Leanne. Karen’s passions grew as Leanne’s tongue snaked about inside her mouth. As the two of them shared a passionate kiss Karen began to swoon and Leanne tightened her arms and leaned into Karen’s weight holding her up. Sharing each other’s mouth, their warm saliva as it welled up inside their mouths and both of them savoring it then swallowing it. They stood there, reveling in each other, and their newfound pleasures.

 

Karen leaned back embracing Leanne’s shoulders, and breathing heavily she looked into Leanne’s eyes, and knew she was feeling passion beyond lust and was confident by the look in Leanne’s eyes they were shared. It felt as natural as if she were making love to a man, only mysteriously more complete more natural.

 

Quietly she confessed, “I’ve never been like this with another woman, it feels so strangely wonderful yet the passion and yearning are just like my feelings for a man only more, much more.”

 

“In a sense we are even because I’ve never been with a man only women, I have never even been interested in men. And I am finding this feeling that we are sharing very thrilling and new.” Leanne confessed warmly as she purred into Karen’s ear.

 

They both eagerly peeled each other’s t-shirts off. As their shirts fell to the floor they began embracing, kissing, and pressing their identical bodies together. Their enamored hearts began pounding, and their bodies melted. Their fingers threading through each other’s long blond hair, and their bodies swaying to passions silent music.

 

Karen knew their bodies matched, in every way except one, the one thing that Leanne did not know about. They both watched as they playfully pressed their nipples firmly together; each other’s nipples felt like stones as they rubbed them together, each teasing the other.

 

“Time for bed I think.” Karen purred. “Lets finish getting ready for bed.” and headed for the bathroom that adjoined their dorm room Leanne following close behind.

 

As Karen walked into the bathroom, Leanne rushed around her and sat on the toilet first saying, “I half to PEEE…Baaad! Aaahh…!”

 

Karen giggled, “I guess you did by the sound of that gush I’m next I half to go bad too. Here let me have your panties.”

 

“Take them off… if you want them.” Leanne laughed coyly lifting her feet off the floor and waved them at Karen.

 

Karen leaned down and peeled the light blue panties the rest of the way off looking at Leanne and surrendering to her hunger for Leanne’s naked body in her arms. She lifted them to her face, and looked inside remarking coyly, “You’ve made a big shinny wet spot here.” She held them to her nose and took a deep breath adding, “You smell like…like rose scented honey.”

 

“That’s really sweet thanks. Here your turn.” Leanne said as she stood turning away briefly as Karen sat, “Let me help you take those pink panties off.” she coaxed when she turned back and slid them off when Karen lifted her feet. While Karen peed Leanne asked, “Where did you get these? They are very expensive!”

 

“I took them from my Mom’s ‘undies’ drawer,” Karen said coyly as she peed.

 

“‘OH!’ Karen you’ve made these really wet too.” Leanne mused as she buried her face in them drinking deeply Karen’s scent, “Tea… yes, honey sweetened hot tea.” She whimsically likened, “That’s it your juices smell like sweet hot tea. Even when you’re having your periods, you still smell good.” She cajoled as she knelt down and nosed Karen’s curly blond pubic hairs hands on her thighs.

 

As Karen stood Leanne’s eyes blinked and grew wide then let out a loud gasping breath and with shock ringing in her voice exclaimed, “My god…! I have never seen such a large clitoris and meaty hood and your labia are so thick and redish!”

 

With a blush washing across her face Karen reached down for Leanne’s hand, and held it to her buttock and with her free hand cupped her cheek and with a warm smile cooed, “It gets bigger.”

 

“Bigger? God how much bigger?” she whispered still dazed by her discovery as she laid her head to Karen’s thigh and kneaded her buttocks with her hand and holding Karen’s calf with the other.

 

 Karen staggered as Leanne sucked her clitoris into her mouth, as she looked up at Karen. She plied it with her lips stretching it then let it plop free. Her knees buckled slightly as Leanne sucked the hood through her teeth and let it pop out, over and over. She cried out and grabbed the towel rack as Leanne put her mouth over the entire clitoral hood and clamped down and sucked as she chewed. Leanne slid her hand up Karen’s thigh, and placed her thumb just inside her opening and wriggled it slowly.

 

Within just a few seconds a shimmering glaze squeezed out, onto, and coated Leanne’s cheeks and chin. Karen’s belly undulated as Leanne ground her sensitive organ between her teeth, Karen’s breaths turned to trembling gasps as she cried out, and Leanne let it pop free and then sucked it back in holding it firmly. Karen leaned against the wall breathless, still gripping the towel rack. Her whole body sweated she softly ran her fingers through Leanne’s hair tenderly coaxing her to linger.

 

“Your scent has always aroused me, and I was by that confused and yet it attracted me.” Karen admitted.

 

“I am moving through some new feelings myself.” Leanne paused taking a few deep breaths and calmed her trembles, “I look at your clitoris and it is long enough and erect enough to enter me. I have never put anything or let anyone else put anything inside me. My hymen is still intact. I am eighteen and I am still virgin. I want you to take me! I know this sounds crazy but I may have been waiting for… ‘You…!’ all this time.”

 

“I will but not tonight. I want to treat you specially. Tonight I will just tease you and try to help you to cum, and we will sleep together.” Karen consoled and added, “Tomorrow I will seduce you, like you are my girl.” Then gazed at Leanne with moistening eyes.

 

“I’m going to bed in the top bunk.” Leanne sighed and bolted for the beds.

 

“Leanne? Don’t you want to sleep with me… in the bottom bunk?”

 

Leanne leaned back into the bathroom looked at Karen and with a beaming smile said, “Yes…! I do! I just wanted to hear you say the words. I will be waiting for you to finish.” And poof she was gone.

 

Karen brushed her teeth and combed out her long blond hair. She felt a warm glow growing between her legs she felt her muscles behind her clitoris tightening then relaxing, subtle stirrings through out her vaginal muscles, and the fruit of her passion slipping down her thigh. She looked in the mirror she saw an eighteen-year-old woman knowing she was twenty. Her face flushed and her nipples became erect and her clitoris became ridged, at the thought of Leanne caressing her. Karen felt giddy and high as she mused on the act of kissing, and fondling her new found sister and shivered when she thought of kissing her sister’s sweet little lips between her legs.

 

We are identical in so many ways we are supposed to be close, she thought. We have shared feelings since the beginning of school. We feel what the other is feeling. She felt craving inside her vagina and her clitoris pulsing. She touched herself there, found she was quite warm and very wet, her clitoris was ridged and thought tomorrow night is going to be a very special night as she massaged her clitoris, and went into the room.

 

Leanne lay in bed with the covers pulled over her head parted just enough for one eye to watch the bathroom door. She had two fingers of one hand in her mouth while she swirled a finger from her free hand around her clitoris. She knew her twin sister was doing the same thing. Leanne shuddered as Karen entered the room.

 

“I see you.” Karen sang as she neared the bed, and laughingly asked, “Are we playing peek-a-boo?”

 

The bedroom was lit by the soft glow of the alarm clock and the streetlight softened by the curtains. Their bunk bed stood on the other side of the room from the bathroom. Karen could hear her Leanne’s breathing as she walked closer. An ache formed as her vaginal muscles tensed and her clitoris throbbed as it stiffened.

 

“Lucky us tonight.” Karen said, a slight tremble in her voice sliding between the sheets in the lower bed. Looking next to her, she found Leanne’s smiling lips waiting.

 

With a nuzzle to her cheek Leanne whispered, “I want you… I want you tonight.” 

 

“I thought you wanted to…”

 

Leanne leaned over her and placed a soft lingering kiss on Karen’s mouth, and rolled underneath pulling Karen on top, kissing her eyes, and cheeks. As she moved toward her mouth her tongue slid into the corner and under her upper lip, and lifted it into her mouth and suckled as she nibbled, and stretched it, pulling it with her teeth.

 

Karen murmured quiet sighs between kissing her bristling nipples as she parted Leanne’s smooth legs and slid between them. Leanne’s tongue swished over Karen’s lips, as she rested her feet on Karen’s hips. Their lips met and Karen’s tongue slid deep into Leanne mouth. Karen’s body thrilled to the taste as it danced inside, and she responded by caressing Leanne’s face and hair.

Leanne pulled back just enough to look into Karen’s eyes and purred, “I do want you…” then melted to Karen’s sweet manipulations.

 

Karen began caressing Leanne’s breasts and teasing her nipples with hers. They both found this delightful each pleasuring the other’s nipples with their own by rubbing their breasts together. Karen began slowly wriggling her body giving Leanne short soft kisses as she slid along the top. Moving down kissing her neck shoulders, giving each of Leanne’s nipples lingering kisses and suckles. Leanne was beginning to writhe with her feet pushing into the bottom of the top bunk as Karen’s body danced on top of her. Karen’s tongue flitted about and her teeth pinched as she bit, sucked, and kissed her way towards Leanne’s hot wet vaginal opening. 

 

Leanne tenderly embraced Karen’s head by weaving her fingers into her hair. She began trembling, and beads of sweat formed as Karen reached her bellybutton. Leanne began breathing loudly and gently coaxing Karen’s mouth closer to her impassioned vagina. Leanne shuddered, and let out a loud rasping sigh as Karen’s hands pressed her thighs to the bed spreading her legs wide. While she nibbled and sucked Leanne’s bellybutton Karen slowly slid her hands along Leanne’s inner-thighs closer towards her vagina. Loud raspy sighs rushed past Leanne’s mouth as Karen began biting Leanne’s pliant flesh near her buttocks. Leanne cried out loudly as Karen’s mouth closed over and started sucking Leanne’s clitoris through her teeth, stretching it and letting it pop free several times, sometimes gripping it hard and sometime softly, but always firm.

 

 Leanne’s toes splayed to Karen’s licking, suckling, and nuzzling of her moist vulva. The world began to spin and Leanne’s body started undulating to Karen’s fevered licking of her vaginal lips, suckling of her clitoral hood. Leanne’s moans became desperate when Karen slid back a top of her heaving body, and placed a wet kiss on her lips stifling her cries. Karen started making circular motions over Leanne’s vaginal opening and pressing her enlarged ridged clitoris onto Leanne’s with each circle. Leanne’s stomach tensed as Karen passed over her swollen vaginal lips. 

 

Her own wetness was now mingling with Leanne’s. Leanne’s moans were yet stifled with Karen’s tongue as she slathered inside Leanne’s mouth. Karen teased Leanne with each slip over her labia. She suckled and bit Leanne’s lips as she slid a thick round pillow under Leanne’s buttocks then placed her hands to Leanne’s thighs behind her knees, and lifted her weight off Leanne and lifted her face back and gazed at Leanne’s face, and left her erect clitoris poised at Leanne’s reddened vaginal opening.

 

“Leanne… Leanne. Look at me.” Karen warmly coaxed.

 

As her eyes opened she whispered, “What is it?”

 

“Hold me. Hold me tight. I want you to look at me.” Karen coaxed with a soft tone in her voice. As they each gazed at the other with a slight downward turn of her hips Karen’s clitoris slipped in rolling Leanne’s labia inward and causing Leanne’s body to wince.

 

“Yiiee…! Owe…! That kind of burns a little. Please keep it in me.” Leanne hissed as the hurt eased. They didn’t break their gaze. Leanne looked right at Karen as her eyes filled with tears. Then she slid her hands to Leanne’s buttocks and kneaded it as she nuzzled to her ear and whispered pleadingly, “Grind it in me. Keep slipping it inside me like you were a man… please.

 

Karen kept it inside making a very small circular motion as she cupped Leanne’s head with her hands and held her cheek to cheek. The two of them sighing quietly as Karen firmly ground into Leanne’s labia.

 

“Oh…! That feels so good. It feels like it has gotten bigger?” Leanne purred.

 

“Yes…I am getting close to climaxing again.” She murmured into Leanne’s ear then kissed it.

 

“I want you to try and gently bounce your clitoris into me.” Leanne directed as she moved her hands gripping Karen’s shoulders over her back.

 

Karen lifted up on her knees and hands and started rhythmically bouncing never really parting just jostling Leanne’s body.

 

“Ooo…! That’s it Yesss… esss!” Leanne hissed. Then she arched her hips upward and let out several loud breaths, and went limp.

 

Karen quickly slid up Leanne’s body hissing, “Suck it! Suck it like the first time please!” And sat down right on Leanne’s face. As Leanne’s mouth closed on it Karen started spilling her juices on Leanne’s face, and in her mouth. Karen let out a rested sigh as her orgasm ebbed.

 

“The two of us pulled the sheet over our bodies and went to sleep contented. That is the first time that we both knew we were in love. No one on campus really knows for sure.” Leanne said confidently with a hint of pride in her voice.

 

“That isn’t all!” Karen interjected, sure tell the embarrassing stuff about me and leave the embarrassing stuff about you out!”

 

“Karen don’t you dare!” Leanne hissed as her face turned red and she pinched her nose and looked away.

 

“Now girls; Leanne it is only fair that Karen tell her little ditty, besides I am curious.” I pleasantly mediated.

 

“Any way it is more cute than funny.” Karen started, “We were laying in each others arms when Leanne started to sob, it’s a girl thing I cried a little too. I cradled her face and started to stroke her face and ear to comfort her when she started to cry and act sort of panicky saying ‘Oh Leanne I feel really strange inside like I’m wide open and it’s starting to really burn again. Look down there make sure I’m not bleeding she pleaded. I guess the frightened look in her eyes reminded me of when I was deflowered.  So I lifted the sheet and Leanne pensively spread her legs, and I looked and smiled she had bled, but only a little. I said you will be fine but just to make sure lay there while I get a hot washcloth and sponge you down. Okay?”

 

“Yea. Just having her look at me kind of made me feel better. The washcloth was so hot I almost peed when she touched me with it. She cleaned me gently and the burn went away. She kissed my clitoris and belly then showed the washcloth to me. I was relieved to see I wasn’t bleeding to death, and we went to sleep. Nobody ever really knew we were sleeping together and they don’t know now!”

 

“Yea.” Karen chimed and confirmed, “They do talk but they’re just guessing!”

 

“But the other night at the gallery you walked out arm and arm?” I questioned.

 

“Silly…! The only other person there was in the back. You were the only one to see.” Karen pointed out.

 

Leanne giggled as she asked, “Did you like the show? Our butts side by side as we sauntered.” She beamed a very impish smile at me and added, “You are the first to know for certain that we are sleeping and sharing sexual pleasures with one another.”

 

“We wanted you to watch. We knew you would enjoy it.” Karen said her face reddening.

 

“I did…I watched till you were out of sight. My only regret was that I didn’t have my camera; I might have missed the shot any way. I drooled as I gaped but only a dribble slipped. Still I want to say the show was grand.” I answered satisfying their wish. The one question that I had thought of during the story; that I had forgot and kept remembering, finely came to me again, “Please forgiv…?”

 

“‘Oh oh’ here it comes.” Leanne mocked playfully, then pressed, “Spit it out before you choke!”

 

“I am burning with curiosity. Karen how did you get your clitoris inside Leanne!?” A tone of distressed curiosity sounded and I felt my face turn hot as I blushed.

 

“Leanne! Have you ever seen a man blush like that!?” Karen remarked teasingly and asked, “You want to tell him Leanne?”

 

“It is our clitoris, but you have lived with it longer than I have, so you tell him Karen.”

 

“Well.” Karen started and paused, “Well obviously my clitoris is deformed because of its size, The reason it sticks straight out when erect is because there is a knot that bends as it grows, the hotter I get the bigger it gets to a point.

 

“We women like you boys have sacs that fill with blood during arousal causing our organs to grow. Well I have more of those sacs than most women, a lot more and they are much bigger, both in width and length. As I become aroused it grows in length quite a lot moving outward the knot gets stuck on something and starts turning upward as the outward movement continues and vole… magic it stands up and pushes outward.” Karen explained quite clearly and smiled quite proudly.

 

“I’m sorry I still don’t understand,” I stated in a puzzled tone.

 

“Oh well for the lack of a better descriptive phrase; you’ve heard people say that how some things are just the tip of the iceberg, well what can be seen is only ten percent. True for icebergs and true for me at least in theory. At rest my clitoris is and I’m guessing three to four inches and grows to eight or nine inches with four to five inches jutting past my pelvis just like a penis.”

 

“I don’t think ‘He!’ understands yet.” Leanne lasciviously purred into Karen’s ear. It is time to show him.” And she kissed her ear and cheek as she just shivered a bit and smiled.

 

“Yea I think it is time!” Karen warmly said in a whispery voice.

 

 

So with the cameras rolling I watched them seductively removing each other’s clothes. Taking turns one item at a time, and the two of them playing the kissing game. For those of you, who do not know the rules of the game they are. One kisses the other, the other kisses the same place and then chooses a different place with a kiss, for the first one to kiss, and so back and forth it goes till one stops or every little place that can be kissed gets kissed and all the clothes are off.

 

Here we are the two of them a mirror image, clad only in their white cotton panties. Both still standing meshing their breasts and bellies, wrapped in each other’s arms kissing. Their hands traveling, from their hair to their buttocks, and to they’re breasts teasing their nipples with each other’s. And the room filled with the smell of hot tea, honey sweetened hot tea… their scent together.

 

My penis was throbbing and my own belly was being soaked with seminal juices. I had stopped watching the screen and was watching them do passions dance. It wasn’t until Leanne slid both of her hands inside Karen’s panties that I noticed ‘the’ pulsing bulge in the front. There was a satiny cream weeping past the elastic leggings. Shimmering gems were forming on the inside of Karen’s thighs. It was then that the cameraman woke up and I grabbed my cameras.

 

I watched through my lens as Karen’s knees wobbled and her belly undulating as Leanne moved her hands farther down and side-to-side slowly lowering her panties, and quite clearly fondling her clitoris. I could see that Karen’s crotch was pasted to her wet genitalia. I glanced from my camera for only an instant to check the camcorders and my split screen and Yesss…! Yes we were operational, so I went back to my lens methodically and rhythmically clicking as I did my own dance all over the room.

 

Then down slid her panties to her ankles and back the two of them fell into the cushioned chair behind them. Leanne pulled Karen on top of her face up, and wrapping her arms around Karen’s chest and fondled her breasts kneading the pliant flesh around her bristled nipples. Karen as she slipped into Leanne’s arms she flipped the foot her panties were on and flung them right into my face. I could see Leanne’s cotton panties they too were wet, so wet that the cloth clung to her skin revealing the out lines of her vaginal lips and anus.

 

“You Keep’em…Trophies.” Leanne laughed coyly as she watched me put them to my nose. I’m not sure but something clicked; the scent was so overwhelming I breathed in wildly through my nose. The room started to spin and I couldn’t tell the difference between up or down, right or left. My nose tingled and my heart pounded in my throat and my penis felt ‘Oh…! So! Good,’ and so warm and my testis felt electric. As I regained some of my composure I said, “Thanks!” and noticed that I had an audience, and numbly asked, “What?”

 

“Look!” Karen sighed through her rapture and pointed at my softening penis with her foot, then directed, “Come on. Let us see, now open your legs.”

 

I looked and my jaw dropped I heard the girls giggling happily. My penis had snaked its way down my leg and was now flaccid sitting in a pool of sperm. My thigh was soaked from my crotch to my knee. I fanned my leg to the left as directed and looked at them looking at me, we all laughed.

 

“It looks like you had a spontaneous Eeejaculation.” Leanne playfully observed with a big warm smile and asked, “How do you feel?”

 

“I feel a little spent,” I said.

 

“Well breaks over back to work cameraman Karen is going to deliver soon.” Leanne warmly directed and quickly went back to playing with Karen’s genitalia that had become deep red and very wet.

 

I quickly dialed camera one into a tight close up of the shimmering cream flowing form Karen’s bright red dilated vaginal opening. Then pulled back to a tight view of her; very thick meaty labia fanned wide glistening with her creamy jewels, leading to her penis shaped erect clitoris, and forming a wrinkled bright red hood around the crowning clitoris and fanned outward like the petals of a blooming flower. Karen’s clitoris had to be bulging out clearly a full four inches and still growing. Certainly long enough to penetrate Leanne’s vaginal opening and the core was much thicker than my thumb.

 

I had never seen such an animated clitoris or a vagina dilate as open as Karen’s did. As I gawked watching Karen’s clitoris pulse and dance I saw Leanne motioning with a nod of her head, as she wrapped her fingers around it and started to milk it like it was a penis. Karen’s legs spread and rose as her toes splayed, and her breathing became laborious. Her body was covered with beads of sweat. She placed her hands near Leanne’s, leaving them free to work their magic.

 

Quite skillfully Leanne pushed her thumb into the clitoral arch exposing more Karen’s clitoris to her fondlings; then slid her three fingers along its sinewy shaft parting her labia with her ring and forefingers, while keeping her middle finger firmly pressed onto the shaft, as they slid into her opening then they gripped and stretched her labia as she slid her fingers out. In only a few minutes Karen’s vaginal muscles began spasming sucking inward then pushing out opening wide quickly three or four time then stop quite wide open I could see deep into her through the lens. I could see inside her vaginal lining and the cream forming inside then flowing out. Then again it started its dance of arousal faster and stopped sucked in. Karen let out a series of loud gasping sighs. Her vagina flared then half closed and quivered then flare open and close quivering. All the while she had one leg stretched upward the other splayed wide to the side, and her toes did dance about.

 

I was in awe as Karen quieted and lay cradled in Leanne’s arms. I have had a few of my girl friends ejaculate during orgasm, at least all of them got wetter and dilated some, but never to the degree that Karen achieved. My god she had soaked her fanny, thighs, and Leanne’s belly as well, with her silky juices. A little squirt of urine arched out then Karen quickly tightened her muscles, and sat up and smiled and went to the bathroom.

 

Leanne looked at me grinning broadly and asked, “Did you get all that?”

 

I was still dazed by what I had witnessed so I stuttered a little cleared my throat and said, “I checked my cameras before, during, and after. They were working and are working now.”

 

Karen returned from the bathroom and Leanne took her turn. After Leanne left Karen asked, “What impish plan has she cooked up for me?”

 

“None actually.” I assured and said, “She just sat there and smiled at me.”

 

“I think it is high time she have a real penis and sperm inside her. Don’t worry it will be fine. I see by your bulge that you have recovered from your spontaneous ejaculation.”

 

Karen joined Leanne as she walked back into the room, and began kissing her ears and neck from behind as they walked together swaying across the floor. I heard her tell Leanne to look at me as they entered the cameras view.

 

Karen began to slide her hands all over Leanne’s body as she nibbled her ear. Soon she was fondling both her breasts and milking her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. Karen slid her hand down Leanne’s belly and inside her panties. A sharp shudder wracked her body as Karen teased Leanne’s labia with her fingers. Her breathing quickened I could her Leanne’s pussy getting wet as Karen stirred it with her fingers. It sounded like someone washing his or her fingers in a finger bowl.

 

I could see by her wet thighs that Karen had become aroused again as she laid Leanne onto couch and started kissing her breasts. Leanne’s juices were soaking through her panties and forming glistening pearls on the elastic leggings. Leanne lifted up and with a tug, a fling from Karen off they slipped, and right into my lap they flew. She was clearly ready for penetration Leanne’s vagina was dilated and forming a perfect O, also her genitalia had a deep red glow and very wet. Karen began nibbling Leanne’s thighs leaving thin red bite marks, and teasing her anus with her fingers. I readied my camera when Leanne started begging Karen to enter her, but she clamped her mouth over her clitoris and suckled it with rapid kisses. Leanne looked as though she was about to float to the sky.

 

Karen gracefully maneuvered Leanne over the back of the couch, and using her legs to spread Leanne’s legs wide. As Karen positioned her clitoris on Leanne’s, I moved in with my camera and from the swivel viewer I could see a clear view of both women’s genitals. I could see Karen’s fully erect clitoris and Leanne’s open and waiting vagina. Both of their genitalia had a deep red glow to them with creamy white pearls forming and sliding down their thighs or dripping to the couch. With a short push in it slipped and Leanne took in a breath loudly.

 

The movement was bearly visible as she slid back and forth and side to side. Karen pressed her ridged clitoris on Leanne’s labia and clitoris each time she entered. I could see the tip of her clitoris clearly as it entered, and each time it withdrew Leanne’s sateen wetness dripped from it. I watched satiny beads form on Karen’s Labia and drip off as she too was nearing orgasm.

 

It was Leanne who started to desperately gasp for air and claw at the couch, and call out with a voice lost in passion. Her sweet cream squeezed out and formed trails as it ran down Karen’s legs and the back of the couch. Karen’s vagina flared in response but she did not orgasm, she just slowed her movements as Leanne’s breath slowed. The two of them held their pose for a few minutes relishing their feelings. I pulled my camera back smiling smugly; I was quite pleased I got the money shot. The clear view of every little movement, and all of the subtlety shared between them on stills and video.

 

As Karen slipped to the couch she gave each of Leanne’s buttock a lingering kiss, then Leanne slid into her waiting lap. The three of us sat in silence as we each savored our own pleasures from the moment. It was Leanne who moved first as she hoisted her self to her feet and went to the bathroom. I could see Karen looking at me, and for a moment I thought she might mount me, but no it was my camera that she spoke of.

 

“I want to catch it all on film when you have sex with Leanne. Are your cameras hard to use?” Karen asked then whimsically mused, “You know she has played many a impish prank on me and I loved them all well tonight is pay back.”

 

I sat there quietly for an instant thinking then said, “Not at all just point and shoot just like your film cameras. Use the viewer to choose your shot and press the silver button, if you want to take five pictures in rapid sequence just click it twice like your PC mouse, on this camera. On the camcorder just look through the viewer and press the red button.” I explained and asked, “Are you sure this will be okay with Leanne?”

 

“Oh she might whine a little even argue some, but be quiet I will talk her into it. Any way I want her to have a man once before we get married. You like her don’t you? You won’t mind being her first will you?” She ended her question with a sarcastic tone.

 

“Yes I do, and no I won’t.” I affirmed warmly.

 

“So. Please play along.”

 

Just then Leanne entered the room wearing a housecoat and carrying one for Karen. The two of us just watched her as she walked then stop and quizzed with a single word, “What?”

 

Karen walked over to her and whispered loud enough for me to hear, “I want you to have sex with Kyle.”

 

“No! I don’t want to!” Leanne protested loudly as she bent over and gripped her privates, then bolted for the bathroom again.

 

Karen stopped her by wrapping her arms around her from behind and whispered again loud enough for me to hear, “You promised.”

 

“I never promised to have sex with him!” she growled as she struggled in Karen’s arms.

 

“You did too.” Karen affirmed now talking in a low voice and still close to her ear, “You promised to give me pleasure any way you could.” And she kissed her ear and cheek and she started shuffling and swaying in my direction.

 

“But I only want to make love to you!” Leanne whined but no longer struggling and casting furtive glances at me and added, “I do want to give you pleasure but only you.”

 

“Look at him!” Karen softly ordered, “Kyle isn’t like so many of the others.”

 

“No I don’t want to! I only want you inside me!” She whined but her protesting was only for appearances. Karen had clearly won her over.

 

“It would give me a lot of pleasure.” Karen purred in her ear.

 

“How?” Leanne laid her head back on Karen’s shoulder, the struggle was over, and with panting breath she surrendered.

 

“I want you to have a man. I want to put him inside you. I want to watch as you put his penis in your mouth and milk it the way you milk me. Look at him Leanne.” Leanne had relented they were very close now. I could see a slight tremble as she looked at me. I knew from our conversation that this was a very difficult for Leanne she had lost a couple of lovers cause she wouldn’t let them put anything inside her. And I found this situation very arousing.

 

Resignation rang in Leanne’s voice as she sighed  “Karen this is for you!” she knelt between my open legs and unbuttoned my pants and with both hands freed my penis, as it swung free Leanne’s eyes grew large, “Oh Karen it’s much bigger than you are! I can’t its too big it’ll hurt.” She snarled and started to pull away. Karen moved in behind her, held her tenderly but firmly and nuzzled her ear then in a low seductive tone urged, “Go ahead Leanne put it in your mouth and suck on it for me. I want to watch you as it slides into your mouth.” There was a believable urgency in Karen’s voice.

 

I could see her hand slide down and judging by the way Leanne’s face softened Karen was fondling her genitals and then wrapped her free hand around the base of my penis. Leanne followed Karen’s lead and wrapped both hands around my shaft one on top of the other. Her eyes started blinking as she slipped my gland into her mouth, her breath puffed around it as she gasped. She lifted her head and looked up at me then at my penis, and then looked at Karen and back at me, she looked both puzzled and panicky. Leanne lowered her head and I closed my eyes, I felt her start sucking on my globe. As she started to milk my shaft it turned ridged. I could hear Leanne making little swallowing sounds when my juice started weeping into her mouth as she sucked, and as she went deeper I heard sighs of relief as if a terrible itch had been scratched, and now Leanne was eagerly pleasuring my penis.

 

Karen stood up and grabbed the camera, and quietly urged her to take it in deeper. I put one hand on her shoulder and cupped Leanne’s face with the other trying to coax her. She was now taking it in deep each time she slid it into her mouth and using both hands to stroke it. She gagged when her elbow slipped and it went in to far, but kept it in her mouth.

 

Karen encouraged her by firmly telling her to do it again only much deeper. Leanne dutifully obeyed and got almost my whole shaft in her throat before her head popped up with a very distressed look on her face letting loose with three hard gags, and went right back down on me. I watched the camera rapidly fire off several times Karen had caught it perfectly.

 

Leanne’s massaging of my shaft triggered an abundant release of pre-ejaculate. It must have squirted down her throat as her head bobbed up and she had this fearfully confused look on her face as she blinked her eyes wildly, gagged once then swallowed. A tear in one eye and the ugliest grimace, her eyes looked like what just happened with one hand hiding her mouth she groaned, “Karen he just came in my mouth!”

 

“No he didn’t he’s just close. Like you and me when we get close we get wet. Now I want you to drink some.” She purred in Leanne’s ear and kissed it tenderly. Karen moved behind her again and started splashing her fingers in Leanne’s pussy. Leanne had started milking my shaft with long squeezing pulls and sucking on just the gland. I could hear her little grunts as she swallowed my juices.

 

“Leanne honey I think you better stop now, he is… getting close.” Karen cautioned and warmly directed, “Now climb onto the chair and put your feet between the arms and cushion that’s a girl.”

 

As she climbed on top Karen took my penis and guided it onto Leanne’s very warm, and very wet vagina. Her vaginal muscles began squeezing me as her eyes rolled and her face became very soft. Leanne forgot her self for a few minutes as I slipped into her, and started kissing me passionately like we were the lovers. She was so wet and open my penis just slipped right in. Karen was rubbing our four nipples together; with each slip of our nipples Leanne’s vaginal muscles would grip and pull my penis into her then release it.

 

I heard Karen whisper; “I want you to turn around with him inside you.”

 

Leanne loudly sighed, “Ooh Karen he is so deep inside me, and I feel like I am going to explode. Uh! It almost hurts.” And turn face out she did and as she settled it slipped all the way in and Karen began kissing her clitoris, and explode she did! I have never had my penis squeezed so hard by vaginal muscles as I did that night.

 

Enough about Leanne and I for now, but I did manage two more positions before I came, and yes Karen did a good job of getting it all on film. So if you are still with me I know it isn’t because of what they are doing to me, it is in part the vicarious thrill we experience from hearing of the discovery of their passions and their will to live their life, nay sayers be damned.

 

How these two beautiful young women can come from two different states, parents, and have two years between them be some much alike in so many ways, meet and against the odds fall in love with each other and find happiness.

 

I slept on the couch that night and was awaken by their clanging around in the kitchen. I heard Leanne arguing with Karen over who will make the coffee Leanne’s argument was that Karen’s coffee was terrible I knew Leanne won out as Karen emerged from the kitchen with a little bit of a pout on.

 

“We scrap like that all the time. It never really seems to go anywhere it flares and then its over.” Karen related wistfully.

 

“I think all real married people scrap like that. I know my parents did and they are still together. I think they’ve had their thirtieth anniversary, and they are still having sex all the time.” I assured Karen. I couldn’t help but notice when Karen bent over to pick up some clothing that had been cast on the floor last night her buttocks and thighs were covered with hickys. Apparently Leanne had a lot more passion left in her. Just then she came out of the kitchen with three cups of coffee.

 

“You should consider your self lucky I won the little tiff. Karen is not a cook bless her though she does try.”

 

“She messes up the kitchen and I clean up the kitchen.” Karen added cheerfully.

 

“Yea and a good job she does.” Leanne chimed in then gave Karen a lingering kiss.

 

“The rest of the house work is done by us both, but I think that Leanne does most of it. I think we have a conventional husband and wife relationship; the kind one would find a lot in the fifties and sixties.” Karen said quite happily.

 

“We like what we have!” they both said arm in arm, looking at me smiling warmly.  

 

We went to a quiet country inn for breakfast it was a ways out of town but really good food. A good breakfast out is hard to find today. We talked about the reenactment of Karen’s proposal. I suggested that they dress up the way they did in really loose fitting sweats, even though it is a lot hotter than it was in February. We can go have that picnic at the beach, and I can take the shoot, other wise we will have to wait for next year.

 

Leanne was resolute with her wish to be married the week after graduation. Karen wanted to keep to the schedule as well, because her mother had finely agreed to give the bride away. Karen’s Dad was going to be gone for two maybe three weeks so it would be easy for her to sneak out and be gone for a week. There was some tension with her mother when she told her that she wanted to be wed to another woman. Karen was in tears for a while; I told her that if nothing else worked my mother was willing to give her away. That eased her sadness some but the relief on Karen’s face when her mother relented was unmistakable.

 

Both girls wanted to be dressed, as brides and they wanted their mothers to give them away, because as Karen put it ‘Two women are being married for their first time.’ It was at this breakfast that I asked them to tell me about the proposal. Leanne just started to sob a little and as her eyes dried slowly recounted the event as Karen sat by.

 

“The evening before Karen came into the kitchen and hinted at how much she liked picnics. I told her it was far too cold for one. I remember being really sad while I listened to her tell me what she wanted to eat; the fruits, raw veggies, breads and wine, because I thought for sure that this was a ruse so she could tell me that she wanted to break up with me. She was quiet all week and vague when she did speak, very hard to reach so I left her to herself.”

 

“I remember almost crying as I put the picnic together, and on the drive to the waters’ edge I kept thinking why the elaborate set up for a break up. I don’t know what else I was suppose to think we were so silent during the drive, but I do remember Karen never really looked angry just distant or distracted.”

 

“When we got to the beach it was deserted and no wonder it was freezing, and I was glad the wind wasn’t blowing. We through two tarps down and put our blankets on top, it took some time, but the cold of the ground still found its way through.”

 

“When we were finely set up and Karen offered me a slice of apple I sensed that the bomb was about to drop. As I let her put it into my mouth she asked me to be her wife. I heard the words but still I heard ‘it’s time to split…’ I just started sobbing wildly.”

 

Karen interjected, “I almost started crying because I thought I heard her say no. I was still being confused by my upbringing. I knew I wanted to spend my life with Leanne as my wife.”

 

“It was like I had been drugged I was so dizzy.” Leanne continued, “It took a few seconds for the words to sink in, and when they did I really started crying. I remember wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her so hard and gasping ‘Yes…! Yes…!’ over and over. When I gained some of my senses I said that I ‘want!’ to marry you. The bite of the cold was softened for a while, so we quietly lay together wrapped in a blanket. We were unable to finish the food we brought because of the cold but for a few minutes it was a warm sunny day. You should have heard her when she talked to her Mom. It sounded like some one did drop a bomb.”

 

“Yea my Mom was ‘pisssed…!’ and shocked, I still hear her shouting ‘How…! Am! I going to tell Dad!”? Karen chimed in, “It took some talking but she agreed to letting it be ‘our’ secrete, and even more talking to get her to agree to give me away at the wedding. That conversation ended on a sour note as you both know, but she did finely cave in and called us last week. It was funny I was there listening for a while at first and Leanne was talking to my Mom like they were having a good talk.”

 

“We were having a good conversation!” Leanne interrupted, “We were exchanging pleasantries for the first time as ‘the betrothed.’” 

 

As graduation neared it became clear that the wedding was going to be much more than a quiet little ceremony, even though the immediate family weren’t told it was still going to be an event. All twelve of the girls in the discussion group had R.S.V.P.ed to be there as flower girls, Leanne’s Journalism teacher sent a letter saying that she couldn’t make it because of family trouble but pledged the flowers, saying there are two brides so there should be twice as many flowers.

 

All three of our e-mails were being flooded with requests to be present at the ceremony and reception after the announcement made the school paper. The girls told me to e-mail invitations to everyone that contacted me, they would handle the others. Both of their mothers agreed to pay for and handle the wedding and catering arrangements. The beach where Karen proposed was selected as the first choice, but a church hall was reserved in case of rain.

 

My stomach was full of butterflies like I was the one getting married, not the photographer. I had trouble concentrating on the graduation shoot, and after the party I noticed the girls were really going at it, both of their faces were glaring red. I walked over to see if I might be able to settle the dispute. They far enough in the background that no one noticed them huff at each other and stomp out in different directions, so I hid close by their car.

 

Sure enough my patience was rewarded they both arrived at the car at the same time, and when Karen said ‘I don’t want to fight about this,’ I snapped the pictures. There was enough ambient light that I didn’t need to use the flash, but my noise interrupted their talk. I asked, “what was the trouble?”

 

“It’s funny that you should be here,” Leanne started, “We are arguing about you. Karen wants to document our wedding night, and I say we reenacted the proposal we can reenact the wedding night!”

 

“Karen. Leanne is right!” I interrupted, “I think the two of you should have a private night to consummate your vows. I think the three of us are having the flutters, and I’m not even getting married.”

 

“So you ‘will…!’ be there the next night?” Karen asked almost ordering me.

 

“I wouldn’t miss it!” I said lending a little levity.

 

“We want to start our honeymoon after the reenactment.” Leanne explained.

 

“We’ll be graduated and we want to take six months maybe more and go on a nice long honeymoon.” Karen chipped in.

 

Two days before the wedding their mothers showed up and we all had dinner at ‘The Boot.’ We got there around six and it was well after eleven before the party broke up, Karen went with her Mom and Leanne with hers’. I think we went through six bottles of wine and a bottle of port. I took close to a hundred pictures that night. Twenty of them found their way to the web site, but all of them are in their photo albums.

 

I remember waking up the morning of the ceremony and having a good cry, and wondered how the girls were doing this was their first separation since they became friends and lovers. I drove pass the beach cause the sun was out, and the park area was already set up, so I stopped for some before pictures. I remember some drama about the permit and not having enough notice, but with a little talking we got that cleared up.

 

I grabbed some breakfast and started to set up my cameras, link them to two decks. I hired Jerry from my media class to run the remotes, and scan every one there, getting close-ups of them all at least twice. I was so anxious to see their glowing faces, their gowns, and hear the crowd when the brides arrive while I was mingling taking stills.

 

The three piece band a Flute, piano, a real piano, and guitar were playing the caterers were setting up for the reception, food, drink, the places to serve it and the tables to eat and drink on. The crowd was noisy because there were thirty-seven people not counting the staff. I was snapping this picture of a girl from campus her eyes were moist, when a hush went across the grounds. The band started to play the traditional ‘Here Comes the Bride’ and I saw the limos coming in from two different directions and park face to face.

 

It was straight out of the fairy tale books. They both had full length white gowns on with trailing veils. They each had six girls two carrying the veil, two carrying the dress bottom, and two girls throwing flowers. As mushy as this sounds the sun was pale to their glow. I called Jerry to make sure he had the cameras trained, while I climbed on a table to catch a clear shot of the bridal procession.

 

The ceremony itself was simple the vows were simple both of their mothers were crying as were a few people in the audience, and everyone there was solemn. We formed a line to the reception everyone kissing the brides and wishing the best of everything. The crowd was a happy crowd it thinned some after the ceremony, but there were still a lot of people present eating and drinking. There wasn’t any alcohol because it was I public beach, and we had a rule that no cigarettes were to be smoked; you had to cross the street to smoke.

 

Yes somewhere the two girls, I guess now we can call them women, slipped away in one of the limos. They even escaped my notice, but no worries I knew where they went because; I was to show up at noon sharp. I arrived at the inn where we had breakfast once, and found a late brunch in progress.

 

I started snacking and snapping right off. My two women still had their wedding day glow on and they had put their gowns back on. Their mothers joined us soon after and we all talked and laughed. They had to leave early because they shared the same flight. The two new mothers in law were taking a short vacation to get to know each other. So we said our good-bys the girls and their mothers were all crying they even got my eyes wet, and then they were gone.

 

We sat at the table silently, sipping our orange juice and champagne. Leanne broke the silence, “Well Karen are you ready?”

 

“Yes I am. And you Kyle?” Karen asked as she smiled.

 

“I have my video cameras outside.” I assured.

 

“We think stills will be enough.” Leanne warmly said.

 

We went up to the room and they put their headdresses and veils back on, and I started taking pictures as they took turns removing their clothes, and with their veils in hand they turned to me and said goodnight and walked into the bedroom. I finely got the picture I wanted the one picture I wanted. It was funny to watch them walking away, their wonderful bottoms swaying and the hickys on Karen’s thighs through the door and closing it.

 

I was about to go when Leanne came out and whispered in my ear, “It is Karen’s turn.” I will spare you the details, the three of use made love into the evening. Both girls pleasured me orally, and each manipulated my penis to orgasm inside the other. I am not sure when I succumbed to exhaustion, but I awoke to an empty room, just the maid knocking at the door to see if we wanted the room freshened up. I said, “no,” as I looked around and I saw a happy face clown on the table by the window, it had two envelopes in its hand.

 

The first one read; we are off. We will e-mail pictures as we take them. Thank you very much love and kisses and signed Karen and Leanne. To my surprise the second one was a notarized letter from their lawyer declaring Leanne’s cabin and title belonged to me I just had to pick it up. And Oh a PS, If this is not acceptable or not enough payment for you’re work just have the bill for the balance ready and our attorney will settle with you no questions asked.

 

I felt alone, and in a sense, satisfaction in helping them achieve some personal goal. I knew and their mothers knew that they were really happy. I guess that a sense of emptiness comes, with most accomplishments. I guess I always knew that there was and is something special about those two. On the wall next to the anonymous couple I put the picture of Karen hugging Leanne from behind in their kitchen, her eyes were closed and she was breathing in the scent of her hair. The light was perfect and just enough of the sun was in the room to tint the room with a rosy glow, and still be darkly. I did steal that picture they didn’t know until I told them, and asked if I could keep it from being posted. They said sure send our moms a copy and one to us.

 

Like they promised the pictures started to come in, and like I promised each week I updated the web site. ‘twohappywomen.com’ and forwarded the positive e-mails. I remember looking at their faces so much color, their vacation honeymoon was agreeing with them. Each week there were two sets of pictures a ‘G’ set and an ‘R.’ I thought as I looked at the third weeks pictures they were getting better at taking pictures of the human body, their nudes were starting to come out titillating. I thought I might suggest that they start back going to the gym but no they are on vacation I said. Still Karen had obviously put a little more weight on than Leanne good food and good times will do that to a person male or female.

 

I received a actual letter from Leanne; there was four pictures actual pictures in it two sets of nudes a front both sides and of course a rear they knew that was my pet pose, so they both turned towards them selves, smiling at me. It wasn’t until I read the letter that the font pose them pushing their bellies out so made sense, it read. “Well the honeymoon is going very well, we’ve visited several parks, and have had some very special meals. We like what you’ve done to the site so keep up the good work. We are assuming that the house was sufficient for payment, but keep score and when a payment is due or needed do not hesitate to send a bill. Signed Leanne and Karen. The post script read And oh yes the pregnancies are going just fine. PPS Karen says hi ‘Super Sperm’ and told me to tell you that she is carrying twins.”

 

I sat at the table stunned I am not sure how long. I looked at the first pictures again and a side profile, and there it was plane as day if you will, Karen was showing already. They both looked pregnant in the face, so I scanned back to the second week and yes there they were. I spent so much time looking at their pictures that I could see it right off, now that I knew. Their faces had already gotten a little puffy and their lips had filled out by the second week. I thought it was just the fun and food.

 

I started a right profile of the girls; I mean that affectionately, from the wedding night on and updated it each week readying them for posting. I e-mailed them about the announcement and they wanted to wait until month seven or eight. By the sixth week their bottoms filled out, and the eighth week they both were showing, of course Karen was a bit bigger. I was getting e-mail jpgs and you know the eight pictures on film, my private pets. It was in that mailing that Leanne had enclosed a short note, ‘Karen’s gift has grown,’ that was all it said, I knew what she was saying even if none of the pictures would show a hint I knew. 

 

Their faces were now quite plump and amazingly arousing. They were not flabby at all they were still pert firm, their breasts filled out and yes they sagged a little. Their nipples grew, they both had big nipples to start with and now just to look at them in pictures is arousing.

 

The shock came in the sixth month letter and e-mails along with the pictures were the obituary of Karen’s Dad, ‘passed away suddenly’ it read. I guess that is one way of winning or getting the last word. I was glad to here that her father at least softened his stand and accepted his daughter’s wife, and then he was gone.

 

Leanne and Karen both wrote asking me to come out for a little visit and think about shooting their birthing. I remember how they looked in those pictures; their faces were so full and full of color, their bellies had gotten so big, and their bottoms still the wide smilers, but bigger. Their doctor said it would be fine because it was going to be an at home birth with the EMS. Crews standing by incase.

 

Their honeymoon was over and they were staying at Karen’s mother’s house. Leanne said her mom was there too because she had just been divorced and wanted to help. I flew out the next day and was met at the airport by a limo. It was a long drive and we stopped for dinner. The dinner and tip, were handled by the driver.

 

I was met at the door by Karen, I was so surprised in just a little while she had gotten bigger I stuttered just a little when I asked, “How are you doing?”

 

“I’m big I feel big and the only time I feel comfortable is when I am walking around or laying on my side with a pillow between my legs.” She sounded tired of being pregnant, “How are you doing?”

 

“I’m fine. I have sold a lot of pictures, and I have gotten a lot of requests for doing portraits.” I said cheerfully and asked, “Where is Leanne, and how is she doing?”

 

“She is really fine, she isn’t as pregnant as I am.” She said quietly smiling adding sarcastically, “As you well know Mr. Super Sperm. And Leanne… is, well… I sort of sicced her on my mom.”

 

“What!”? I nearly dropped to the floor with surprise.

 

“Yea. I swear that woman can seduce a dead man and make him cum. I doubt my dad ever really did mom any favors that way so I set Leanne on her. I’ve been listening for the last two hours, their quiet now. And you? Do you need a lot of coitus?”

 

“No I am aroused already, I was as soon as we saw the house. And you sure it is alright?” I whispered as I stepped closer.

“The doctor says it is safe still, I just don’t want to lay down and I’ve been ready since the limo called. How is right here?”

Karen murmured as she stepped to the couch back and leaned on it for support and put her foot on the armrest.

 

I felt warmth in her voice and watched her as she lifted her dress, her movements were smooth and unrushed so seductive and the way she held her self so open, I found her compelling. I moved in and reached around to fondle her as I entered, so wet was she I slipped right in. I was so astonished as I wrapped my fingers around her clitoris at how much it had grown, and remembered Leanne’s letter, ‘Karen’s gift has grown.’ We stood there for the better part of an hour.

 

I stayed there for the weekend we went out for all the meals, the five of us talked for hours on end over wine or drinks laughing. The girls drank tea of course and ate several times a day. Neither of the girls made love with me again and I was fine with that. I think hearing her mother moaning and knowing what Leanne can do made her hot, I had very little to do with that first night.

 

I returned, as luck would have it, the day before the birthing. I brought all my cameras and set up two rooms for shooting video and still. It was amazing they went into labor only a few hours apart, Leanne first then Karen. Karen was the first to deliver, both twins came out with only a half hour between them, one boy and one girl, an hour later Leanne’s baby girl. Karen’s boy was seven pounds seven ounces, the girl was six pounds nine ounces, and Leanne’s girl was seven pounds even. Their names are Karen’s boy is named Kyle her baby girl is named Shari, and Leanne’s girl is called Sharon.

 

I hear from them every month in e-mails and jpgs for the site and me. The girls have started to look really good again and the family is doing quite well. Me? I’m okay I never really wanted a family and still don’t though I can visit any time. The three of us agreed I guess I felt ripped off but only for a second or two. I am a successful photojournalist that is monitoring a web site twohappywomen.com .

 

I watched this story straight from the beginning before they even knew me. It was in part my decision not to acknowledge their beauty nor look at them that endeared me to them both. I guess you could say I was border lining on being rude. I didn’t get the door for them or let them go first or offer to carry anything for them, and I didn’t try to engage them in idle conversation. You could say I ignored them, or treated them like regular people.

 

Anyway we know who we are, what we want, and where we are going. They know that they can come and visit me any time; and I know that I can run into them any time I want to. Grand mothers well they love watching their new grandchildren, and don’t mind their daughters gallivanting around the country as they put it. Don’t worry they know that they are mothers too and they do spend a lot of time with their children. And me; the whole world is my playground now. I really like stealing pictures of people being people.  

 

The start well you know.

 

 

Hope you are still with me because I had a lot of fun writing this story.

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 My nature is little bit boyish. I love playing basket ball, riding bicycle on hilly roads, I admire being somewhere surrounded by nature. I am also in college basketball team and a good player as well. It was my daily routine to study, work out, chatting with friends etc etc etc, but still I was keenly searching for that right person whom I would allow to make love and take my virginity. As time passed this urge was getting restless. I was becomming crazy. I felt as I'm on fire, had to masturbate sometimes 2-3 times a day.

 But luck was not so cruel, it gave me a chance which changed my life. It was our new Physics professor Miss Leena Josan. On the very first day she came in the class I got a strange feeling inside my tummy after seeing her. There was something catchy which made my heart jump with some strange feeling. That day she was wearing light blue Sari (a traditional Indian dress) and black cardigan. She looked so different from other girls of her age. First I could not understand this feeling but as something flashed in my mind i realised I was liking her and as days passed I wanted to know her more. During class, while studying she used to look damn attractive, imagine how she would look while treating somebody casually. She was all over in my dreams. I wanted her bad but very scared to tell anyone about this. I felt so pitty on myself. Anyhow I had to do something.

 She was 28 years old. 5’6 tall, her figure must be 37b 26 34 (aprox). Looks like a Princess. Having black hair, hazel eyes and pale skin. I loved the way she walks, her face expressions, they way she smiles and the way she talks. She is extremely charming. Usually in college routine she wears sari which looks so perfect on her, makes her look a GODDESS. It was time when I could not think about anything else. I had to, JUST HAD TO get her.

       With the help of some male friends I was able to get her address and contact number. Her house was only at 15 minutes of walking distance. I got to know she was a rich girl and her parents were living at some other place and she was doing this job just for timepass.
 
      Now my next step was to go near her. It was becomming a mission for me. I was never bad in studies and used to get 60-65% grades every year. So one day I gained some courage and went to her cabin. My heartbeat was going out of control and also I was scared not to do anything which can leave bad impression on her. I just knocked at the door and heard "get in". I Just stuffed the nervousness in some deep corner of my heart and greeted her with smiling face. She was checking some assignments and asked me to sit without looking at me. A few minutes passed and I got time to prepare everything I had to say. As she finished that work and looked at me, and asked if I want something. My legs were shaking under the table but anyhow I told her that I am having problem in getting a few chapters and need some guidance to improve the grades and asked if she could give me extra coaching. After thinking for a few minutes she said 'Okay I have no problem in spending a few more hours teaching but its against the rules of college, I can teach you at my place only if you wont reveal even a single word to anyone'. I cant explain how happy I was. As a fromality I asked her address again.

 Next evening I was ready to leave for her place. I was wearing light blue jeans, brown sweat shirt and black overcoat. Because of my nourvousless I was walking faster than my normal speed and reached before time. I rang the bell and waited for her, those moment were very difficult for me. My heart was beating like crazy. As she opened the door I saw a new Leena Josan standing there, very different from the way she acts in college. She greeted me with wide smile and a cheering 'Hi'. I saw that she was very friendly. I smiled and greeted back, then she led me to the study room. She was wearing black pant and sea green sweater. We sat facing each other. I told her about the problems I was facing in that subject and she started explaining that thoroughly. But my mind was somewhere else, I could not concentrate on anything except ‘her’. As days were passing I got chance to know more about her, she was a single and loves this lifestyle, very cheerful and happening. But in college she was again a serious looking and strict professor. But again in the evening she was a cool and friendly tutor who loves joking and merry making. I felt she also liked my company, what can be more happening for me that she was treating me like a friend. Many times we used to chat after study and sometimes only chat and fun.
 
  On 31st Dec, Whole City was busy in New Year Celebration. I got so many party invitations from friends but hell, I could not miss the coaching class, for me it was most important. While studying I could not concentrate. She shut the book and asked where the hell I am, I just grinned innocently and asked Can I have off today. She smiled and said Okay, but only today. After that we started chatting, I asked her if she celebrates New Year, but she said she has no interest in all that. We explored so much about each other's life.

     It was getting cold so we went to her bedroom and sat near the fireplace. The room was warm so she removed her jacket. As the jacket was off, I saw her wearing skin hugging white t-shirt, her all curves were visible through that. And I was thinking any guy who got chance to touch her would be the luckiest person. I was scared that Ill lose control and do something which can offend her.  It was real hard to stop myself at that time. I badly wanted to fuck her. Her breasts were so well shaped. She had developed such nice curves that I was getting impatient to touch them. After some time we had coffee, and kept talking for two hours. I had no idea for time. There was heavy snowfall. When I saw outside, there was dense fog, darkness and snow everywhere. I was so tensed that how Ill reach home. She realized my problem and said, “ Ruchi its better you call your parents that you gonna stay with me for tonight as its impossible to go now. You can leave tomorrow if it’ll be ok outside” I was extremely happy and couldn’t utter a word. We came and sat on the couch and had another coffee. We talked for some more time. My heartbeat was too fast. I thought its now or never. We both arranged the dinner. After eating, she played the music and took out a bottle of whiskey. She asked me if I drink, I said usually I don’t but sometimes I take brandy due to cold. She winked and said sarcastically "Well its not fair to offer hard drink to a student" we both started giggling and gave me very little amount of whiskey. It was bitter so I took some time to finish it. I felt something warm inside my body and I removed my jacket. After having another drink, I felt its effect on me. After all it was my first time I was having whiskey. I felt getting high and bit drowsy. She got it and said "hey you are getting high" we both laughed and she made me lay on the couch and went to take another drink for herself. I was smiling and staring at her. These words were again and again echoing in my mind "NOW OR NEVER". She came and sat closer to me and started saying somthing but I could not hear anything. I could only hear those words repeatedly. She looked at me, gave a smile and asked, Are you ok??

    I don’t know how I gathered enough guts and said CAN I KISS YOU. She was completely shocked to hear that. She was like WHAT!!!!!!!!!!. Again I said YEAH!! CAN I KISS YOU...PLEASE??? …she came more closer. My heart was beating faster and God knows what was in her mind, but I didnt care what she will do to me. She just leaned on me and next I felt her lips on mine. My heartbeat was getting faster and faster. I sat up and put my arms around her, kissed her back on lips. We started smooching each other hungrily. I entered my tongue in her mouth, I was sucking her mouth too fast as there is no tomorrow. She hugged me real tight and responded well by sucking my tongue, biting and sucking lips, exchanging saliva. I broke our kiss to gather some breath as I was breathing heavily. It was first time I was kissing someone so passionately. After a second our lips were again locked with each other. I was real amazed to see her aggressiveness in kissing. She was dominating me like a wild lioness. The same motion was with her hands, they were moving too fast on my body. Again we broke our kiss to remove our clothes. Within no minute she removed my shirt and bra. My nipples were aching to feel her closer. I removed her T-shirt, she was wearing black transparent bra inside. It made her look damn gorgeous. I took my hands on her back and unclasped the bra. Her light brown nipples were looking like ripe cherries. We hugged each other tight to feel the softness of each other’s breasts. Her nipples were hard and pointed, pinching me on chest and mine were doing the same with her. Meanwhile I was kissing and licking every part of her face. I kissed, licked and bit her earlobes, it made her more wild. I was arousing her and it was reducing my shyness too. My lips were again glued with hers for another passionate kiss. I was moving my body up and down to rub my boobs on hers. It was sending high voltage current in my body. Her hands were on my ass, caressing and squeezing it hard. just after a second I felt her pinching my nipples. She was rolling my nipples between her fingers, pulling and twisting them hard. I moaned with pain and pleasure and begged her to suck on my boobs. As she sucked I felt as I was flying so high. She was sucking on one boob and teasing, pinching and pulling the second one. She was also circling the areola with her tongue and flicking the hard nipple, teasing it bad. She bit hard on my both nipples that they looked swollen and red. She was a complete dominant and I was enjoying being a submissive under her weight as she was lying on me. I ran my fingers through her hair and pressed her head harder on my breasts.

    Next she got up and started unzipping my pant. At this stage there was no back off, I stopped her and said I am virgin, she whispered Dont worry, I wont hurt you. At this I felt safe and smiled at her, and layed back. She removed my pant and panty also, stretched my legs and it sent shivers through my spines that my untouched pussy was visible for world. She liked my shaved pussy and caressed it gently, suddenly I felt her pinched very hard on my clit. It made me jump on the bed. She grinned naughtlty and I smiled nervously as I had no idea what was in her mind. Next she bent on my pussy and started playing with my virgin hole using her expert tongue. Also she was pinching and twisting my clit, which made me scream and jump with pleasure. I felt very tensed feeling inside my tummy. I told her that I felt like cumming. She sucked my pussy even harder untill I cumm. It was sending waves of electric current into my body, even in soul and made me shiver. She poked her tongue in my pussy again to get even the last drop of cumm. I closed my eyes, during those moments, nothing was more important than the feeling of her hot tongue on my wet pussy. I couldn’t control and came again. It was flowing like a river and she drank it like holy nectar, without wasting a single drop. I felt as I was in seventh heaven. She was sucking, licking and biting my clit like a wild lioness. I begged her to be slow. She apologized and sucked slowly. She was giving me love bites on clit and pushed fingers in my pussy. She was finger fucking me and I was shivering and burning badly with the fire of desire. I wanted to suck her breasts and pussy the same way she did to me. I cummed again and she took it whole. We both were moaning and breathing heavily. That moment I was thinking it seems like an illusion that I’m on bed making love with a lady who was all over in my dreams. She kissed on my breasts again.

     After some time she was lying down and I was on top. I started from her lips, kissed her lips passionately and sucked them. Next I kissed on her neck. It was arousing her even more. After some minutes I shifted down, kissed on her hot and hard nipples. She was breathing so fast moaned so loud. Her breasts were round and perfect. I complemented that how sexy and lovely pair of breasts she got. She smiled and blushed. I couldn’t suck on them as good as she did to me because it was my first time. However I was trying my best. I kissed, licked and sucked her boobs hard, even I bit there and rolled her nipples between my teeth. She moaned and held my head tight and her fingers messing my hair. I cupped her breast and sucked the other one. Then I took off her jeans and G string. I massaged her clit, I kissed and rubbed my lips all over her stomach. Her moans were music to my ears. I licked every part of her stomach, even tickled there with my tongue. She asked me to suck her pussy. I took my face near her love valley, it was giving wonderful fragrance. I parted her cunt lips and started licking the lovely hole. She got so exited and came right then. It was first time in my life I tasted cumm. It tasted bad in starting but soon I liked it, it was hot and salty. She felt some relaxed after cumming. My tongue was playing with her clit. I was trying to suck it hard and massaging her tits at the same time. Her moans were increasing my desires as I was pinching her nipples. I was getting little rough too. By now I again felt like cumming. I asked her if she could suck my pussy. She agreed but wanted me to do the same. she also wanted to cumm, so we decided to go for 69. I turned and leaned on her. As I started sucking again, she was moving her hips and asked me to suck harder. She came after some minutes but I couldn’t swallowed well this time. I pushed my tongue in her pussy and started playing with her ass. On the other side she sucked my cunt so slow but as she increased her speed, I came. My thighs were shivering so she grab them firmly. I got up and she kissed her again on lips, I sucked her mouth like a kid. I felt as my body was melting with tiredness. I suggested her to stop but she was still horny and wanted my body for some more time. I couldn’t, JUST COULDN’T SAY ‘NO’. We went to the washroom, under the warm shower, she again ate my cunt, sucked, licked and bit my boobs. We both soaped and massaged each other and splashed water playfully. After about half an hour when I felt totally powerless, we shifted on bed. We both were naked. It seemed as she was still not fully satisfied. I hugged her tight under the warmth of quilt. She continued kissing me and moving hands all over my body, her fingers were still inside my cunt even after I slept.

     Next Morning I got up at 10 o’ clock and found myself naked in her bed. First I was about to freak out but slowly remembered last night's incidents. Right then I saw her comming inside and greeted Good Morning. She was wearing night gown but her boobs were partially visible. She told me that weather was bad and snowfall was still continued so she rang up my home and informed my parents that I will be back late. Then she suddenly pushed me on back and came on top of me, sarted smooching gently. That day we again fucked each other till we were totally exhausted.

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