In Heat

In Heat

IN HEAT A SCORCHING OUTDOOR ENCOUNTER IN THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER. Based on a post by TheSleepingKing [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=5308073&page=submissions]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/InHeat.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/InHeat.jpg]  You know the worst thing about the Midwest? August. Sure, there are other things. But after three straight weeks of 98 degrees and 90% humidity you don't really care that Kansas is a thing. You just want out; to escape the stifling grassland; preferably to a place where you don't need to swim through the steam to reach the next air-conditioned oasis. Where I work we need to maintain a minimum staffing level to fulfill our obligations. So vacation requests are handled on a first come first serve basis. First person to request time off gets first pick of available dates. Usually I get in early, guaranteeing myself at least one week that I want. But by the time I remembered to request this year, my only option for a summer break was the final week in August. Monday and Tuesday were a bust. Too hot to leave the house. I tried Monday morning, heading out to my favorite brunch spot for an omelet. But after burning my hand on the gear shift lever at 10:00 am I decided to pack it in. The weather app promised cooler temperatures mid-to-late-week, so I set about crafting a plan to salvage what was left of my vacation. There's a state park a few hours north, on the edge of a popular college town. I'd hiked there several times before. It was quiet, with a decent elevation and full tree canopy, and a 15-foot waterfall at the crux of the two longest trails. Temps in the mid-eighties were still warmer than I preferred. But after months of being stuck in a warehouse 10 hours a day, a little time outside seemed...necessary. I texted my friend Natalie, curious if she'd want to tag along. She was fun, outdoorsy, and never seemed too busy for an adventure. And sometimes, if we'd both had a few drinks, you might find her with her head in my lap, cock in her mouth and my fingers slowly circling her clit; agreeing this was a great way to spend an evening. But this time I struck out. I was on my own. I'd have to make the best of it. Every hotel in town was booked for Friday night (damn college football weekend), so I reserved a room for Wednesday and Thursday and headed out after lunch. Two hours and three Interstates later I pulled into a parking lot already half-filled with cars. I intended to drop my bag in the room and lap the short trail before dinner. That plan screeched to halt the moment I shut off the car. Cooler temperatures midweek my ass. It was 90 degrees at 4:15. The air saturated my clothes as I trudged across the pavement, and by the time I arrived at the check-in desk I knew I was done for the day. Cranking up the air in the room I decided to catch up on some streaming shows before heading across the parking lot to a local burger joint for a lite supper. But soon the sun disappeared behind a fortress of darkened clouds. The wind whipped up and the rain poured down in sheets, lashing the windows and transforming the parking lot into a rippling black pond. I watched for a while, checking the weather report to find nothing about precipitation. If Thursday was anything like this.... Eventually the rain stopped, and I headed out for dinner. It was cooler now; high 70s or so, and the squall had dried the air enough for the wind to wick away the water instead of steaming me in a sauna. I picked a seat in the corner of the restaurant patio and settled in for a meal. The dining room filled up quickly. Mostly locals; you could tell by the comfortable clothes and their rapport with the bartenders. But midway through my second beer, three young women rounded the corner from the waiting area, following the hostess to a four-top across the aisle from me beneath the center awning. And they were obviously based somewhere else. Two of them looked similar, (sisters maybe? cousins?) with straight blonde hair and big broad smiles. They dressed like they'd come straight from the yacht club: white shorts, striped navy tees and deck shoes; one with a denim jacket, the other in a hat. The third was taller with rectangular glasses, buoyant, gently curled auburn hair, and a short powder blue A-line summer dress accentuating the tone and length of her legs. She caught me looking as they stopped at their table. I turned away quickly, smiling to myself, disappointed, yet amused that I wasn't as discrete as I used to be. I took a full swig of beer and set the mug gently on the coaster before glancing back toward their table. The brunette had switched places with her friends, taking the seat on the far side of the circle, just about facing me. For a while I kept my eyes to myself. They ordered drinks and struck up a lively conversation. My burger and fries arrived, and I concentrated on securing the toppings so as not to make a fool of myself the first time I bit into it. But as I worked my way through the meal my attention began to wander. First to the parking lot. Then to the bar. And finally, to the beauty at the table twelve feet away. I stole glances between french fries and over the rim of my glass, careful to look away the moment before she turned her head or shifted her eyes toward me. Despite my best efforts she caught me once or twice. I flashed a smile, she did the same, we both looked away until the next time it happened. I was always drawn back. Her face was so bright, skin glowing in the warmth of the pendant lights. She shifted in her chair, slouching a little, stretching her legs to the edge of the aisle and crossing them at the ankles. Her dress rode high up her thighs, the shadow of the fabric and the table above shielding me from what lay beneath. I pretended I hadn't noticed, drawing out a sip of beer until she returned to her conversation. Inappropriate thoughts crept through my mind. I prodded them, trying to keep them at bay. She was at least ten; if not fifteen years younger. I was here to hike, not ogle women just barely out of college. The waiter stopped by my table, asking if I needed anything. I should have asked for the cheque. It would have been the smart thing to do. Instead, I asked for ice cream. It was still warm out, seemed reasonable. A few minutes later I spotted him heading my way, a tray with a tall bowl and several margaritas balanced on one hand. As he stopped to set the bowl in front of me, movement behind him caught my eye. I looked past to the ladies' table to catch the brunette uncross her ankles and ease her outside leg into the aisle, her knees drifting apart just far enough to show me smooth, plump pussy lips unencumbered by fabric or modesty. I froze, staring. Drinking it in. "Everything okay sir," the waiter inquired, snapping me back to the moment. I tore my eyes away and looked up, then down at the ice cream, then up again, trying to reset my brain. "Yes," I replied, "thank you. It looks...delicious." I don't think I was talking about ice cream. And from the way his forehead wrinkled I think he knew that. I dipped the spoon in and took a bite. He nodded and moved past me to the table waiting on drinks. Staring at the bowl I tried to collect my thoughts. But all I could picture was the perfect pocket of pleasure framed between those gently tanned thighs. I lifted my head. Her legs remained splayed, treasure visible. Leaning back in her seat she lifted one foot, skimming her calf up over her shin until one knee rested over the other, closing the curtain on my view. Our gaze met. The corners of her mouth curled up and her eyebrows shrugged, and I felt the stir in my groin as I realized that perhaps...I was meant to see what I saw. I smiled a little. Then stopped. Her friends had turned to watch me, giggling into the hands covering their mouths. I scooped a spoonful of ice cream and shoved it into mine, staring at the table. Nothing like looking creepy in front of attractive women half your age. I decided to finish my dessert and keep my eyes to myself, get back to my room before embarrassing myself further. Before I could execute my plan, the women settled their tab and left. Through the glass I watched them skip across the parking lot toward the hotel, laughing with each other along the way. Something slipped from the brunette's swinging hand, and when she stooped to pick it up she looked back in my direction. I flinched, wanting to turn away. But I couldn't. She was mesmerizing. She flashed a smile, then ran to catch up with her friends. I waited until I was sure they were settled in their rooms before heading back to mine. I ambled into the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. I was in good shape for 40 plus. Ten years ago I might have made a pass at them; bought them a round, slid over to their table, try to talk one into joining me in my room. Instead...I took a shower, cranked up the air conditioning, and went to bed. Thursday morning I grabbed some apples from the breakfast bar, threw on a tee shirt and cargo shorts and prepared to hit the trail. It was a little after 8:00, about 75 degrees. The weather app promised 85 by 2:00 pm, which gave me plenty of time to loop the long trails before the heat became oppressive. Armed with two frozen water bottles and the fruit in a small backpack I caught a ride share to the park and headed out. The forest was teaming with life. Birds of all feathers chattered in the trees while rabbits and squirrels and other small creatures darted about in the in the brush below. The canopy was lush and thick, filtering much of the early light and heavily shading the first few miles, making for a pleasant hike. But the trail was overgrown from nearly two years of under use. The deeper I forged into the trees the more difficult it became to stay on track. And the leaves that earlier shielded me from the sun now trapped its heat beneath them, turning a warm walk in a light breeze into a hot slog through a noisy sauna. I didn't remember the route as well as I thought, and before I knew it, I was lost. I took a seat on a fallen log and fished a bottle out of the backpack. The ice had melted but the water was still cool. After half the bottle I traded it for my phone and tried to figure out where the hell I was. Reception was spotty and the GPS couldn't decide between several locations. From the lay of the land and direction of my hike I decided to head northeast. At some point I would run into the river, which would lead me back to my trail. I finished the first bottle and resumed walking. The temperature continued to climb, humidity trapping sweat on my skin. The skitter of critters through the underbrush ceased and the bird songs faded into the heat. An eerie quiet settled in, tempered by the crunch of fallen twigs underfoot. My limbs felt dull and heavy and a thought repeated in my head. You should have stayed home. I was looking for a place to rest when I finally heard it. Running water. In spite of myself I picked up the pace, oblivious to the incline I'd been descending the past few minutes. Up ahead the canopy thinned, tree trunks spacing out along the edge of a clearing. Picking through the tall grass I emerged into the sunlight onto the smooth flat rocks forming the edge of the river. Marked with a boulder on the far bank was the entrance to the second trail. To my right, Lost River Falls. Fifteen feet up, the black shale outcropping curved into a gentle crescent. The lazy river curled over the edge in a soft, thin sheet, spilling into a shallow pool before funneling through a narrow channel to the river basin and snaking on downstream. Now high in the sky, the sun blazed the sparkling water white, casting a rainbow over the riverbank and a deep shadow on the vertical rock beneath the ledge. The gentle roar swelled in my ears. I intended to cross to the trail and head back, but it was so hot, and the mist in the air felt so enticing. I turned toward the falls, threading my way along the bank over the channel to the edge of the pool. On a rock nearby I set down my pack, flanking it with my boots moments later. Peeling of the sweat-soaked tee shirt I waded into the water. The pool was warmer than I expected, but much cooler than the air, instantly soothing my feet. I shuffled along the shale bottom until the water sloshed around my calves. Reaching out I pierced the curtain, splashing droplets over my face and chest. Drawing a deep breath, I closed my eyes and stepped into the falls. I stayed a minute, despite the chill, the water flushing the ick of the morning off my skin. It beat on my back and shoulders, leeching heat from my muscles and ache from my bones. I ducked under and out several times, like it was a rolling ocean wave on a Caribbean beach. Cleansed and refreshed, I returned to the rock. I rung out the shirt and laid it flat over the adjacent stone, then fished the second water bottle from the backpack. Bottle to my lips I soaked up the view. Vibrant green forest, shimmering white water, worn black rock winding through the landscape. I smiled to myself. Sure it was hot, but it beat the hell out of being stuck in the warehouse. The snap of a twig behind me drew my attention. Setting the bottle on the backpack I glanced over my shoulder and caught a figure crossing my periphery on the opposite bank. Shielding my eyes, I turned for a better look. And was not disappointed. At the far end of the crescent in a bright blue skort and a radiant white rash guard stood the brunette from the restaurant. She had clearly been hiking for some time. Her skin glistened with sweat, and the glossy fabric of her shirt clung to every curve of her torso. Her legs; long and lean; planted her firmly on the uneven ground. Her curls were tied back in a ponytail, exposing her face to the sun. I couldn't help but stare. She looked like a model in a Patagonia catalog. And it took only a moment before all I could think about was her in that blue dress, slouched in that chair, sipping her drink while showing me the world. The shriek of a hawk overhead broke my trance. I found her smiling at me, her head cocked to the side, eyebrows raised. Flustered, I acknowledged her presence and turned away. I needed to collect my shit and go; salvage whatever was left of my dignity. I stuffed the bottle back in the pack and shook out my shirt, hauling it on over my head. Soon it would weigh me down and I would need to take it off, but for now it was a cold towel on the back of my neck and that was just fine. Something disturbed the water behind me. Snapping up the backpack I turned to investigate. She stood before the falls, her back to me, gazing up at the gleaming ribbon spilling from above. The bands of a black sports bra crisscrossed her back, the rash guard scrunched in her fist was tossed casually into the grass on the far bank. Her hands disappeared in front of her, then reappeared above her head, taking the sports bra with them. Tipping her head back, she eased into the liquid curtain. The water sheared around her, cutting a sexy silhouette in the high noon sun. My cock stirred to life, craving the view from the other side of the falls. I knew I should get moving; I didn't want to be busted again. But something gripped me, held me in place, my imagination in overdrive. "Still just looking, huh." I whipped my head back and forth searching for the source of the voice, before realizing it could only have one origin. I turned back. She had stepped back from the water, her fingers twisting round her ponytail, pulling out the band. With a flip of her wrists her curls burst out, slapping down over her back. She peered over her shoulder. A chill shot down my spine. Her eyes narrowed, the corners of mouth creasing up. She skimmed her hands along her sides and over her hips until her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her skort and the material bunched in her fists. She tugged them down slowly, a perfectly rounded bare ass rising like a sunrise over the fabric horizon. Watching me, she straightened up, skort slipping down her legs into the pool. "You know," she said, tipping her head back, "it's better over here." My cock strained against my shorts, drawn like a magnet to that little gap between the tops of her thighs and the base of her cheeks. She returned to the falls, disappearing under the water. The backpack slipped from my fingers, sluffing off the rock and into the grass. My head spinning, I waded toward her. She emerged from the cascade facing me. Rivulets of water streamed down her face. They trickled over her tits; firm and high on her chest, dark nipples pointed upward, soliciting a touch. The streams continued down the flat of her belly, curling in at her hips and under her mound, before spiraling round her thighs and calves and melting into the pool. She poked two fingers under my chin and lifted it. "My eyes are up here." "Sorry," I replied, just a little nervous. "I'm easily distracted." Her bright baby blues lingered on my face a moment before roaming down my body to the prominent bulge below my waist. Looking up, she smiled. "But not shy, I see." She peeled off my shirt and threw it aside, then flattened her hands against my skin. They were soft, and cool from the water, a welcome disruption of the sizzling heat. I reached out, skimming my hands over the base of her ribs, then down to her waist and the curve of her hips. She leaned in, pressing them into mine, trapping my erection between us. A twinge shot through my core. I sighed. She had me. My attention wandered up to her tits, cupping one sumptuous orb in each palm. Her head lolled, eyes fluttering, biting her bottom lip. I gave a gentle squeeze, dimpling the flesh and rolling my thumbs across her nipples. Her chest thrust forward, a groan escaping her throat. Leaning over I swirled my tongue over one before suckling it into my mouth. She shivered beneath me, drawing her breath between her teeth. I traded one for the other, back and forth, marveling at the tone and texture of the most perfect pair I'd ever laid lips on. She clutched at the back of my head, insisting I continue teasing her while clumsily fumbling with the clasp on my waistband. I kneaded her tits in my palms, their mass resisting, plumping into the space between my fingers. I growled, invigorated by the memory of how pliable the body can be in its youth. Winning her battle with the clasp she stripped off my shorts and sprang my cock from its fabric prison. It jumped at the brush of her wrist and flexed in her grip as she tried to close her slender fingers around the shaft. The heat radiated out, warming her fist. She exhaled in my ear and followed up with a whisper barely audible above the falls. "Fuck me." I plucked her nipple from my mouth and looked her in the eyes. "Here?" "Right here," she confirmed, "right now." I glanced around the clearing and into the woods. "Are you sure?" She snatched my hand from her tit and shoved it between her legs, curling my middle finger and dragging it through her slit. She was soaked, slick with her cream. "Right now," she repeated. My hips swung forward with no input from my brain, prodding her belly with the tip of my cock. "What if someone sees us?" She hooked her arms around my neck. A devilish smirk creased her lips. There is nothing sexier than a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Well," she said softly, "then we should make sure they get a good show." She pulled herself tight to my chest, transferring her weight to my shoulders. I braced myself as her legs left the water; first one, then the other; wrapping themselves around my waist. I held her ass cheeks tight in each hand, my cock pressed flat against her labia. Shifting my weight and dipping my hips I maneuvered the tip between those velvety lower lips and thrust myself into her pussy. She gasped; her mouth round, eyes bulging; as her canal expanded to accommodate the intruder. She fit like a glove two sizes too small, squeezing me tighter than I'd felt in years. Her gaze locked with mine she ground against me, acclimating to my girth with tiny strokes. Her shock turned slowly to lust. I lifted her ass and pulled it down on my cock, matching my thrusts to the undulation of her hips. Her juices seeped around me, oozing out over my balls. She lowered her head, moaning into my neck. Warm and clammy, our skin clung together, friction heating whatever slivers of space remained between us. Her writhing shuffled us toward the falls. The air was cooler here. It drew me closer. And before I knew it, we entered the deluge. I bristled at the co

DD Donna's Party Game: Part 3

DD DONNA'S PARTY GAME: PART 3 HOW FAR IS 'TOO FAR'? BASED ON A POST BY RET 1 2 3 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/ret123/works/stories]. LISTEN TO AT [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/DD-DonnasPartyGame3.mp3]STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/DD-DonnasPartyGame3.jpg] Sylvia's party game was getting steamier than anyone had imagined. It was fantasy baseball in a new definition, and involved stripping, drinking, or sexual interactions. By now most of us were naked or nearly so. The girls were wasted and could not tolerate another drink. To make things more dramatic, the girls offered a wager of $100 each, that the guys would not last. Now another homerun was hit; this time by the Girls Oakland team. But this required the same coitus regardless of whose team hit the ball. Most of the girls having reached their limit of alcohol, the girls drew names each hoping to negotiate something with the guy whose name she had selected. Donna picked the name of my buddy, Ronny, who was infatuated with her. Diane picked my former roommate, Mark, who was completely wasted. The beautiful, blonde, Angie, picked my name. Sylvia picked my black friend, Tyrone. The room was tense as everyone was waiting to see what the girls would do. Sylvia quickly made a decision. She walked up to Tyrone, gently grabbed the middle of his big cock and led him by the cock to the back bedroom. Everyone hooted and yelled as she took him to the back. Ronny looked so excited I thought he might explode. I assumed that Donna would drink a beer. However, Ronny looked between me and Donna trying to figure out a way to have sex with my gorgeous girlfriend without making me mad. Finally, he said to Donna, "Donna, what if we agreed that I would just feel you up instead of going all of the way?" Donna smiled and turned to look at me, with her back leaning on Ronny's chest. Donna seemed relieved. I looked in her bright blue eyes and said, "It is up to you, baby. I told you that you could play." What the hell is wrong with me! Donna quickly agreed to Ronny's proposal and offered him her naked body. Ronny looked like he had died and gone to heaven. His hands immediately wrapped her from behind & grabbed both of Donna's big knockers while Donna smiled and looked at me. Angie now approached me. At first, I assumed that a nice girl like Angie would drink. But, she walked up to me, grabbed my hand and started walking toward the bedroom door. I couldn't believe that good-looking Angie wanted to take me to the back and fuck me. Before this party, Angie had a good reputation and was generally thought of as a girl who was either a somewhat prude or a tease. This would have been really hot except I knew Donna was a little jealous of Angie and I didn't want to do anything to upset my girlfriend. I looked at Donna for some guidance. I could always drink a beer to avoid sex with Angie. I was already imagining the shit I was going to get from my friends if I passed up sex with this beautiful blonde. Angie flipped her long blonde hair behind her so that her nice, firm tits were easier for me to see. I wasn't sure what Donna wanted me to do, so I stalled for time by saying to Angie I was willing to negotiate. Angie looked a little surprised that a guy would want to negotiate when she was offering to fuck him. However, she smiled at me and said, "I will get on my knees right here and give you oral sex." I gulped and looked at Donna thinking that she would tell me to drink. Instead, as Ronny fondled both of her tits, she seemed to be absorbed in the process of letting my friend feel her up in public and said, "I told you that you could play, baby." I couldn't believe my luck. My cock was already hard from watching my naked girlfriend get felt up. Now, Angie was dropping to her knees in front of me and started kissing my balls. She looked so sexy. I lusted after Angie for a couple of years before Donna came to campus. I was worried that Donna was still going to get mad at me if I showed too much interest in Angie. Donna was staring at me as she was being felt up. Donna's tits were shaking and swaying as Ronny tried to feel every inch of them. I looked at Donna as Angie started licking and kissing the shaft of my cock. I tried my best to focus on and look at Donna, as Angie slid her soft lips over the head of my cock. Soon, Angie was sucking away on my cock. I couldn't believe a nice girl like Angie would suck my cock in front of a crowd. Apparently, the crowd couldn't believe it either because they let loose a long sustained roar. It is hard to believe, but I tried my best to look as if I was not too excited about a girl who looked like a swimsuit model sucking my cock with a crowd of people watching and cheering her on. I tried not to hump her gorgeous face and I tried my best to only look at Donna. Of course, seeing my voluptuous girl being felt up made my cock hard too. I was desperately trying to avoid cumming in Angie's mouth even though she was on her knees doing what I had dreamed of for several years. I somehow managed to hang on until someone called time. Angie kissed my cock and slowly stood up. She gave me a quick kiss and returned to her teammates. Donna looked extremely horny, but did not seem to be upset with me at all. I was relieved. Her attitude had changed as she got more and more horny, and drunk. I didn't get to watch very much of it, but Diane had offered to let Mark play with her big jugs to avoid having to drink another beer. Mark agreed. He spent some time rubbing Diane's tits. However, a good deal of the time, he put his hands under her heavy tits and flopped them up and down . Diane was completely embarrassed to have her naked tits flopped around in front of a big crowd. She tried to make him stop, but Mark was drunk and thought it was hilarious that Diane was so embarrassed. Finally, she gave up and let him flop her tits around. Sylvia and Tyrone were called out of the bedroom. Sylvia looked disheveled. She also looked a little stunned. I wondered if Sylvia had ever had a cock like Tyrone's before. Tyrone was smiling and laughing. Judging from the size and hardness of his huge black cock, it did not appear that Sylvia was able to make him cum in two minutes. From what I knew about Sylvia, it was not for lack of trying. I saw Sylvia and Diane speak briefly to each other. Then, they called for Donna to join them. They then had what appeared to be a serious conversation or at least as serious a conversation as three young girls can have while standing naked(or almost naked) in a crowded drunken room. Donna looked worried as Sylvia and Diane spoke to her. Several times, she glanced at me as her friend and sister spoke to her. The Commissioner started the video again. After a couple more outs, Kansas City came up to bat again. The Kansas City batter hit a ball so hard, it looked like it might completely leave the ballpark. The guys were all cheering again. Usually, when our team scored, the girls sort of flailed around for a few minutes trying to decide what to do. This time was different. Diane came straight to me with her big jugs swaying, grabbed my hand and headed to the bedroom. I looked at Donna to see what she wanted me to do. She saw me look at her and shouted that she said I could play. I was secretly pretty excited to go to the bedroom with my girlfriend's busty, religious sister. In the bedroom, Diane closed the door and suggested that I lie down on the bed. I laid on the bed on my back with my cock pointing straight up at the ceiling. Diane then straddled my body on the bed. I thought for a moment that the devout girl was going to fuck me. However, what she did was lift her huge watermelon size tits and squeezed them around my hard cock. It felt really good, but looked even better. Her hands couldn't really control her knockers so they were flopping all around my cock. Then, she started titty fucking my cock by pumping it up and down with her big tits. I loved it. As I watched her titty fucking me, I lost my head and said, "Your sister always sucks my cock while she does that." She looked at me and said, "I have never tried that with a man." She looked at the sky for a moment and said, "Lord forgive me." She then looked at me and said, "I will do it with my mouth if you promise not to tell anyone and promise not to ejaculate in my mouth." I moaned, "Okay, I will not tell anyone and I will do my best not to cum in your mouth." She seemed to accept this answer and said only, "This is so embarrassing." About that time, a huge roar came from the other room. I remember thinking that something really hot must have been happening. She then repositioned her huge melons around my cock and put the head of my cock in her mouth. Diane then started sucking away on my cock. While admiring her huge rack for about a year, it never occurred to me that she would suck cock. She seemed like such a prude. I was overwhelmed that my cock was now in her religious mouth. Soon she was pumping away on my cock with both her tits and her mouth. She was still wearing her glasses as she bobbed up and down on my hard cock. I thought sure I was going to cum in Diane's mouth, but the thought that Donna might get upset with me made me resist. Before too long, someone called time. I moaned a little when Diane's mouth and big knockers came off of my cock. She said as we got up from the bed, "I thought you were going to ejaculate." When I replied, "Me too!" she playfully hit my arm and reminded me that I had promised not to cum in her mouth. She also said, "I am glad my first time was with you. Thank you." I replied, "No, thank you. You were really good; especially for your first time." I hoped she didn't tell her sister what we did. We left the bedroom and returned to our teams. Donna was standing talking to the other girls with her tits shaking like a bowl of Jello. She didn't seem to notice the jiggling. Sylvia restarted the video of the baseball game and Oakland's manager apparently conceded defeat because he replaced his pitcher with a reserve infielder. Without a pitcher on the mound, Kansas City would be able to easily get more hits and home runs. A moan went up from the girls' team. Another home run soon followed. I watched to see if Donna would take a drink, but before she had a chance to decide, Sylvia came over to me, grabbed my hand and headed to the bedroom. I looked at Donna, but she wasn't looking. Sylvia didn't have the tits of Diane and Donna, but she had a sexy slender body that was hot and nice tits if you aren't comparing them to the Kelly sisters. Sylvia closed the bedroom door and we headed for the bed. I said, "What do you want to do, Sylvia?" She sort of rolled her eyes and said, "I want you to fuck me." I am pretty sure that I had never heard a girl say anything like that before. My cock immediately got hard. Sylvia lay down on the bed and spread her legs. I was worried that Donna would find out that I fucked Sylvia and that her sister had sucked my cock. I hesitated a moment and then the temptation of a sexy hot girl wanting to be fucked was too much for me. I jumped on the bed and kissed Sylvia. I always kissed Donna as we had sex and did it out of habit. I could tell the kiss surprised Sylvia, but she went along with it and even stuck her tongue in my mouth. However, after a fairly long kiss while I squeezed one of her firm tits, she said, "Why don't you fuck me? We don't have long." I reached down and inserted my hard cock in her cunt. She was soaking wet. I then remembered that she had probably fucked Tyrone with his gigantic cock earlier. As my cock slowly entered her, she said, "Oh yeah. That feels so, so good. Tyrone nearly split me in half. I think he needs to find a bigger woman." I didn't really like the reminder about how many cocks Sylvia had taken, but it felt really good. I started thinking that I might cum in Sylvia. She moaned and groaned with every thrust. Her slender athletic body was built for fucking. As I fucked Sylvia, I heard another loud roar from the crowd in the other room. This seemed louder than any of the earlier roars. I wondered what I was missing, but I didn't give it too much thought since my cock was in a hot nasty girl. I wasn't sure if she was faking, but it soon seemed like Sylvia was about to orgasm. She certainly sounded like it. I was thinking that I was about to cum, too, when someone called time. Sylvia pulled me into her one last time and sort of moaned again. As we got out of bed, I thanked her and said, "You know, I don't think we should tell Donna what we did back here" Sylvia smiled and said, "Okay, if you think it will be a problem." We returned to the main room and rejoined our teams. My eyes immediately went to Donna's tits. They were beautiful and jiggling. She was talking to her teammates and seemed very happy. In fact, the girl's team all seemed to be more upbeat than they had been a half hour before. I thought that maybe one of my teammates might be about to pass out or cum giving their team the win. I knew that neither possibility was far-fetched. Sylvia started the video and as you might expect with an infielder pitching, Kansas City hit another home run. The girls didn't seem as upset about it as I would have expected. Once again, before I could figure out if Donna was going to drink or negotiate with one of the guys, Diane came over to me, took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Her heavy jugs bounced as she walked even though she was still trying to cover them with her hands. It was a hopeless attempt. About all she could do was cover her nipples. I didn't want Donna to know, but I was looking forward to seeing Diane's big udders again. I assumed that she was going to titty fuck me and suck my cock again. She seemed to like it the last time she took me to the bedroom. THE FINAL BREAKOUT CHALLENGES. As we were closing the door, lovely Angie came into the bedroom, too, with my buddy, Mark. Angie looked at Diane and said, "Would it be okay if we share the bed?" Diane said, "Oh, my lord, how embarrassing!" Angie replied, "I know! But, I don't know anywhere else to go. Do you think we can share the bed? You know I won't tell anyone." Diane had a rather sick look on her face and said, "I can't believe I am going to do this." Mark looked at me, started laughing and gave me a high five. As roommates in the jock dorm, we had had sex with women in the same room before, but they were nothing compared to babes like Angie and Diane. The four of us crawled onto the double bed. Mark I were on our backs and the girls were in charge. Mark kept saying to Angie that he had waited a long time for this. Mark had lusted after Angie for a couple of years. Only some steady girlfriends had kept him from making a serious run at dating Angie. Diane kissed me as I grabbed one of her massive tits. Her nipples were both stiff and she was obviously very horny. This was surprising coming from a religious girl who everyone thought was a prude. I had been around her a lot while dating her sister and I was sure that she was a prude. Clearly, everyone was wrong. I got on my back and assumed she would titty fuck me again. I was thinking that I would cum in her mouth this time if she had time to make me cum. Instead, she straddled me, grabbed my cock and slowly inserted it in her soaking wet cunt. I couldn't believe it! At first, as my tip entered her, she was laying against my chest. I pushed her up a little and said, "Let me see your lovely tits." As she glanced at Mark and Angie next to us on the bed, Diane said, "Thank you for calling them lovely. Tyrone said the same thing a few minutes ago. I can t tell you how much that encourages me. The juvenile gawking from most guys just embarrasses me. Oh, my God! I may die of humiliation." She sat up so that I (and Mark) could see her massive udders. They bounced like only heavy, natural tits can bounce with each thrust. I couldn't take my eyes off of her big, heavy, nasty looking jugs. She soon seemed to get used to showing her bare tits bouncing. However, she became embarrassed again as Mark said several times, "Look at the size of those tits!" Mark even reached over and pinched one of Diane's stiff nipples. She blushed and covered her giant tits as Mark laughed. He loved to embarrass poor Diane. Mark! Stop it or I'll kick you out! I said Diane was close to being as hot as my girlfriend, Donna. Donna was a 9 or 10 who would stop conversations in restaurants just by walking to our table. Diane was rather plain with cat eye glasses and conservative clothes. Maybe a 6 or 7, but some fashion intervention could move the meter to an 8. I couldn't help but stare at her massive tits every time she was around. I couldn't wait to see her knockers heave as I fucked her. As I started to fuck Diane, she winced as I felt her cunt impale me deeply. Was this her cherry popping? Just then the loudest cheer yet went up from the crowd in the living room. I looked to make sure the door was closed and continued to give Diane my hard cock. I grabbed both of her giant tits as she jiggled on top of me. I gently stimulated her amazing rigid nipples. With all of my focus on Diane's big tits, I didn't notice what was happening with Mark and Angie. However, after a few moments, Mark said, "Shit! I can't fucking believe this, but I came just a few minutes ago and I can't go again without a little rest." Angie was trying to get Mark stiff. She somehow took it as humiliation that he was limp with her amazing naked body all over him. “You came?” I asked Mark. “How? When? And why didn't you call for a sub?” “Uh,” Mark began. “I'll answer the first two questions later, but as for a sub; that was not an option once we agreed to the bet. The lineup is locked in.” Diane kept riding my cock. The expression of pain and soreness quickly transformed to immense pleasure as my thick, rigid cock explored her virgin cunt for the first time. Suddenly, Diane looked over at Angie who was exasperated at her failure to resurrect Mark's cock. Diane heartily laughed and said, "We won! Mark can t get it up! Girls Win! Girls win!" She was right. Under the crazy rules Sylvia had told us at the first of the game, being unable to perform one of the sex acts caused the team to lose. Someone yelled Time from the other room.

DD Donna's Party Game: Part 2

DD DONNA'S PARTY GAME: PART 2 MY BUSTY GIRLFRIEND ENJOYS A BASEBALL PARTY GAME CHALLENGE. BASED ON A POST BY RET 1 2 3 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/ret123/works/stories]. LISTEN TO AT [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/DD-DonnasPartyGame2.mp3]STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/DD-DonnasPartyGame2.jpg] MOVING BEYOND THE FLASH & KISS BARRIER. First, a little explanation of how I arrived at this spot. My girlfriend, Donna, and I were attending a party hosted by her, her sister Diane, & their friend Sylvia. We were in the middle of a drinking party game called baseball. It involved drinking, stripping and sex based on the events in a baseball game. After a couple of rounds of drinking, the Kansas City batter hit a double off the wall. A double meant that the girls would get felt up if they didn't drink or strip. A couple of girls drank, but most opted to be felt up. This was supposed to be where Donna drew the line and either stripped, drank, or dropped out of the game. Donna drew my friend, Ronny, who was completely enamored with her and had lusted after her since the time we first started dating. Her sister, Diane picked my name. Diane walked up wearing only her bra and panties. Diane's clothes were normally so baggy to fit over her tits that she looked 20 pounds heavier than she did right then. She definitely looked better out of her clothes. She looked at me and said, "This is so embarrassing. I just can't drink another beer right now." I said, "Don't worry about it. Plus, you look great by the way." "Thank you, Joe!" she replied with a smile. "Well, I guess you better start groping me." I stepped behind her back and wrapped both arms around her in a comforting hug, and then grabbed up both of her big tits and started squeezing them while keeping them in the stretch lace bra. They felt really good. She seemed to love being in my arms and not having to look at me. Soon she raised herself high on her tiptoes and grabbed my stiff rod. She pressed her ass cheeks around my naked hard cock. It couldn't have been an accident. Donna's conservative sister was humping my cock, while I rolled her big nipples through the thin lacey bra. As I squeezed her tits from behind, Diane said, "Joe, you can pull my tits out of my bra if you want. I have no dignity left." She continued to hump me with her ass as I pulled the straps off her shoulders then reached into the top of her bra and pulled out one and then both of her tits out of the top of her bra. Her tits felt great and her nipples were hard. My cock was hard as she pressed her ass into it. "I know now why Donna likes having sex with you so much. That thing feels so big and hard." Several guys commented on Diane's big naked tits as I felt her up. Diane was clearly excited about the effect she was having on the guys watching. Tyrone was enamored; Damn, Diane! You're one hot woman! Diane gushed from all the attention of the starting quarterback. Soon, the 2 minute time limit was up and Diane hoisted her tits back into her bra and thanked me. I was a little bit embarrassed that I had a big erection standing up in front of me as she walked away. I had totally failed to watch my sexy girlfriend get felt up by Ronny. However, I could tell that Ronny was unbelievably excited as Donna smiled at him and walked away while readjusting her bra. Donna gave me a strange, sad look and then walked over to me. She grabbed two beers and told Sylvia that the two of us would drink this next round. She pulled me aside to talk. Big tears started rolling out of Donna's eyes and down her cheeks as she said, "I thought we were playing this game for you to see me act a little slutty in front of our friends. Instead, you are making plans to have sex with Angie and humping my sister while you feel her up in public. I feel sad, completely humiliated and cucked." I tried to hug her and quickly said, "Oh, Donna, I love you. I don't want to do anything to hurt you. I didn't make any plans with Angie." She looked at me and tearfully said, "I heard her tell one of the other girls that you had agreed to have sex with her later and that she should keep it secret from me. I told you she wants to steal you from me! Then, humping my sister in public! I am so embarrassed and ashamed. Everyone must think you want all of these other girls instead of me." I felt like I had acted like an ass. I said, "You have the wrong idea about what happened with Angie. She said those things to me, but I didn't mean to give her the impression that I secretly wanted to have sex with her. I said that I didn't want her to talk to you about having sex with me, but it wasn't to keep it secret from you. She wanted to ask you to let her have sex with me, and I didn t even want the idea discussed! Period! Angie is trying to intimidate you, Donna." I started to say that it was Diane's idea for me to take her tits out of her bra and that Diane was the one humping me. But as I started to speak, I looked at Donna crying and it broke my heart. I knew I shouldn't try to excuse what I had done even though I didn't feel like it was my fault. I said, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to let Diane dry-hump me. It just happened when I grabbed her tits from behind. I hope she is not upset with me. I'm trying to follow your lead, Donna. But you're the only one I desire." Donna looked at me like she wasn't buying any of this and said, "I came here to show off a little for you, baby. Now, I am just worried about Angie." I was terrified that I had accidently screwed up my relationship with the girl I adored. Consequently, I gave her a big hug and said, "You have nothing to worry about. I was showing off because I thought you wanted me to. I love only you. I will drop out of this game right now." "You would do that for me?" "Of course." She hugged me, pressed her big chest against me and said, "I am sorry I got mad at you. I was being felt up by guys while you were with Angie and my sister. I am just sensitive about Angie since everyone thinks she is so pretty and she's crushing on you." In an instant, tearful, sad Donna was gone and laughing, smiling tipsy Donna was back. I said, "I am so sorry I hurt your feelings. I will sit out the rest of this game." She smiled and said, "Stay in the game one more round. I will show off for you while you feel me up in public for being so sweet to me. " I was confused. "How do you know you will draw my name?" She laughed and said, "The drawing of the names is not really random. All of the girls know whose name they are picking." "You mean you picked that asshole Josh to kiss?" She laughed drunkenly and said, "We can talk about all of that later. We need to get back to the game for your final round." We rejoined our teams and Sylvia turned on the game. Kansas City was batting and the batter hit a hard line drive down the left field line. The guys cheered when he slid safely into second base. Donna grabbed my name out of the hat just as Angie was grabbing it. Both girls pulled, but Donna ended up with it. Angie looked at her and seemed a little miffed. Donna walked up to me still wearing her sexy, lacy white lingerie. The tops of her tits bounced with each step. She turned around and pushed her cute little ass into my cock. I was immediately hard. She was now facing the large crowd and I was standing behind her. She grabbed my two wrists and pulled them seductively up onto her tits, then said, "Feel me up, Joe." Donna was staring at Angie who was being felt up by my buddy Tyrone. Donna continued to stare at her as I felt her up, over her stretch lace underwire bra. Donna's huge firm tits felt great and I loved that she was showing off as I squeezed her big tits. Angie was watching us as Tyrone rubbed her tits. My cock was hard as I felt Donna up in public with numerous people looking. I pressed my cock against her tiny little ass. After about a minute, Donna turned her head toward my ear and said, "Is it okay if I show off a little more for you, baby?" I quickly agreed. It had really frightened me when I thought I had made Donna mad. I wasn't about to say no to anything she wanted. Honestly, I could never get mad at Donna or boss her around. The few times I did, I immediately regretted it. I was obviously in a double standard arrangement. Was I becoming a cuck? Donna looked over her shoulder at me, and then looked down demurely and said, "It will be so embarrassing on campus if all of these people see me without any clothes. Are you sure you are okay with this? I wasn't at all sure, because there were thirty or forty people watching the game, but said, "You are so sexy, it could not be embarrassing, with a bombshell body like yours, Donna." Donna then turned back around to face the rest of the room. As the time officially expired she turned to me and said, "Joe, baby, would you unhook my bra?" My cock was rock hard again. I looked at Donna's slender back and her stretchy, sexy white bra. She looked great. I unhooked the bra and Donna looked over her shoulder at me and smiled as she said, "Thank you, baby. I wanted you to be the one showing me off." Then she smiled at the crowd and let her two huge bra cups fall into her hands. The crowd went wild, with the possible exception of Angie who looked defeated when she saw Donna's jugs. You don't see tits like Donna's every day. In fact, most people never see tits like that in person. Donna handed me her bra and stood with her hands on her hips. The slightest movement of her body would cause her big soft tits to jiggle in front of her. It was truly amazing. Despite her embarrassment, Donna never tried to hide or cover up her tits. She just stood there looking sexy. She loved the confidence my words infused into her. When the crowd finally settled down the girls went back to their side of the room, and I declared my withdrawal as a contestant. I told Ronny & Sylvia; My cock can t handle the intense stimulation. It was then announced by Sylvia that I would be the official timer and video operator for the rest of the game. Several of my friends looked at me like I had lost my mind. JOE DROPS OUT. The game continued with me on the sidelines. I was staring at my beautiful girlfriend and wishing that the earth would open up and swallow me. I had royally screwed up and I was too drunk to think quickly enough to talk my way out of the problem. I was sure that my greatest fear was about to come true because I had been a fucking idiot. My awesome girlfriend was the first girl to go topless. She was a big hit at the party. I had dropped out of the game because Donna got upset about my conduct with the giant tits of her sister, Diane, and a passionate kiss from a gorgeous girl, Angie. None of that was the cause of my current problem. Donna's friend, Sylvia, the "Commissioner" of the game, called time out and gathered up her team of girls. Most of the girls except Donna were wearing only lingerie. After talking for a few minutes, Sylvia announced that the girls' team was challenging the guys to a bet about the outcome of the party game. The bet was $100 per player. This was a huge amount for college girls. Sylvia announced that a couple of girls were dropping out, but they would be replaced with other girls at the party including a girl named Betty whose tits I had admired for several years. Silvia also reminded everyone that a team won by a member of the other team failing to perform the tasks required by the game. I assumed that Donna was one of the girls dropping out of the game before this bet went into effect, but I was wrong. I asked Donna why the girls made this bet with guys who could drink them under the table. Donna smiled and said, "Sylvia has been watching the guys and they have been drinking nonstop since the start of the party. She is sure one of the guys will pass out soon. She also thinks that as a back-up plan some of the guys will ejaculate and won't be able to continue to perform in the game." I was none too sure about this logic, but most of the girls seemed to be on board, including my girlfriend. Donna said, "Diane and Sylvia really want to win this bet and I want to help them, if it is okay with you, baby." I told her it was okay even though I wasn't sure she had $100 in her bank account and I thought I would probably have to pay part of her share if the girls lost. She gave me a big, busty kiss. There is nothing like the feel of Donna's big soft tits on your chest or arm. The guys quickly accepted the bet since it seemed like they couldn't really lose. The guys could drink more than the girls, were more than happy to perform the sex acts and it gave the girls incentive to stay in the game. Sylvia called a quick bathroom time out. The girls all ran for the restroom. They were all in bras and panties except Donna who was only wearing some small white lace panties. Her huge F cup tits were on display for the first time in her life and they looked incredible. Most of the girls tried to cover their bodies as they ran, but Donna just happily walked along with her big tits swaying. The smallest move of her body caused her tits to jiggle. They were huge and firm, but Donna could not keep them from jiggling when she made even a small movement. I knew this because I couldn't take my eyes off of my topless girlfriend. Watching her, I loved her so much. It seemed to me that every other guy in the room was staring at her, too. A couple of my buddies came over to talk to me as the girls ran to the bathroom. My friend, Ronny, was really excited about Donna taking off her clothes. Ronny is a great guy and was a really good linebacker on our football team. For some reason, he never had much luck with good looking women. He was a guy's guy and just didn't seem to connect very well or for very long with women. Ronny had long been totally enamored with Donna. He was always respectful and polite, but it was easy to see that he lusted after Donna. He never failed to ask me about her. Ronny said, "You are such a lucky guy! If I was you, I would stay up all night just staring at Donna and that unbelievable body. She is fucking gorgeous!" "Thanks, man. I like looking at her too!" Ronny continued, "There is no way she can play this game much longer! A girl who looks like that has probably never gone down on a guy. I have never had a pretty girl go down on me. Only slutty girls seem to want to suck my cock. I bet Donna just lets guys worship her tremendous body. I know that is what I would do if I ever had a girl like her." I noticed that several guys were standing around listening to our conversation. I was feeling pretty proud of myself for having such a hot girl (as if I had anything to do with it). Donna was clearly the sexiest girl in the room. I looked around to make sure none of the girls could hear me, and said; "This is going to drive you crazy, Ronny. Donna is not only beautiful, she loves to suck my cock! She is great at it. I don't know how often she did it with other boyfriends back home before college, but she has no gag reflex and her blow jobs are incredible. She can deep throat a big cock with ease. I love to watch her swallow my cock." Ronny gulped and looked like he was about to cum just thinking about what I told him. As I laughed at Ronny's reaction, I looked up to see that Josh had heard my comments about Donna sucking cock. As you may remember, Josh was a teammate of ours on the football team, but among my friends, he was considered an arrogant asshole. He had a smirk on his face as he said, "I figured that anyone who dated you would be a cock whore." As he said that, Josh turned and headed toward the bathroom where the girls were still waiting in line. I tried to call out to Josh to tell him to go fuck himself, but he either ignored me or didn't hear me. In my drunken state, I did not pay too much attention to Josh. Actually, I never paid too much attention to Josh. I considered him to be a rather slimy loser. My buddy Shawn said, "Don't pay any attention to that ass. Donna is a great girl! Josh is just jealous since no nice girl will have anything to do with that scumbag. " As the girls returned from the rest room, I started looking for Donna. I looked across the room and a feeling of panic came over me as I saw Donna talking to Josh. She was not covering her tits and as they talked, her big, heavy, F cup tits were continuously jiggling. I knew she couldn't help it, but I wished that she could stop the jiggling when Josh was talking to her. I thought to myself, "Surely, Josh wouldn't tell her what I said about her giving blow jobs! Guys don't tell girls what their boyfriends said about their sex life. That was like a code that I thought all guys followed. " Josh talked to Donna for a few minutes and then Donna headed toward me. I was not sure, but I thought that she looked a little bit upset. As she walked, one of the other guys said something to her as she made her way through the crowd. I instantly knew I should not have said anything about sex with Donna. My heart was pounding as Donna walked toward me wearing only her panties. Like always, her tits swayed and jiggled uncontrollably as she walked toward me. One of the many things I loved about Donna was that she was a great looking girl who did not know she was great looking. She certainly never acted like she knew she was attractive. I never fully understood it, but Donna was this gorgeous voluptuous girl who still thought of herself as the skinny, flat-chested girl that she was through most of her high school years. She told me that her mother and sister both had large tits and she was a skinny bean pole until her senior year of high school. She was so flat, her nickname was "ironing board." My theory was that the kids made fun of her and it left her feeling inferior and ugly even though she was now voluptuous and beautiful. I have seen photos of her in high school and she was really pretty even before she developed her tremendous body. However, Donna didn't believe it and never completely felt attractive despite the obvious e

DD Donna’s Party Game: Part 1

DD DONNA'S PARTY GAME: PART 1 MY BUSTY GIRLFRIEND PLAYS A SEXY PARTY GAME, AND HER VIRGIN SISTER FINDS 'MR. RIGHT'. BASED ON A POST BY RET 1 2 3 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/ret123/works/stories]. LISTEN TO AT [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/DD-DonnasPartyGame1.mp3]STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/Winter2024/DD-DonnasPartyGame1.jpg] ABOUT DONNA Late April of 1996 and I'm still in bed. I'm watching the girl I love getting ready for her day. My girlfriend is Donna DD Kelly. She's 19 years old and spectacularly beautiful. She has dark brown hair to her shoulders and big beautiful blue eyes. No, Donna's middle name is Angela. She's known on the college campus as DD because of her bountiful bosom, as in 34 Double D bra size. My name is Joe. I'm 21 and a college senior. I was crazy about Donna since we first met. I was happy just to look at her. I was willing to do most anything to make her happy. I had never felt like that before. Luckily, she seemed to love me too. We attend a small state college in a rural midwesten county seat. We just finished our morning ritual. Donna would get up and shower. I did not have an early class, so I would stay in bed. Donna would then dry her hair, brush her teeth and put on a little bit of make-up while wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Sometimes, she would wear a half-slip too. Donna would leave the bathroom door open, so I could watch her get into and out of the shower. Then, she would slip on her panties and hoist her magnificent tits into her size 34 F bra. One of my favorite things in all the world was watching Donna put on or take off her bra. Her tits would sway and jiggle as she stretched her bra around them and hooked it in the back. I always thought the stretchy material on the side and back of her bra looked like it was at its limit when her bra was hooked. Every morning, I would watch her with a hard cock. She looked great in just her underwear. Her big soft tits would jiggle as she got ready. I had a nice side view of them most of the time. Her tits were firm round and spectacular. Her stomach and ass were slim, like you would normally see on a 5 foot 6 young teenager. When she was ready to get dressed, Donna would come back to bed. Every morning, she would take off her panties beside the bed and crawl onto her knees, on top of me, with a big horny smile on her face. Without any typical foreplay, she would gently grab my hard cock and insert it in her already wet cunt. She would then ride me like a cowgirl until we both came. She got horny just from being watched by me. Incredibly for me, she would sit up and lean forward giving me a perfect view of her huge bouncing tits as she fucked me. Even with a bra on, her tits would jiggle, heave and sway. I never knew if she enjoyed giving me the show or if she could tell that I loved to look at her huge bouncing tits; or both. Either way, it was great. She would then hop out of bed, put on her dress and head to class with her cunt full of cum. My cock is a more than ample 8 inches long and fairly thick. Most every woman I have had sex, with had a hard time taking my cock unless they were very wet. Some had to use a lube to be comfortable. Donna was so ready to have sex each morning she would just slide it right into her tight 19 year old sophomore cunt. Once it occurred to me that she was wet as soon as she came back to bed each morning, I decided that she must get turned on by having me watch her or she got wet just thinking about getting fucked each morning. Either way, I thought it was hot. Today, after we finished fucking, Donna jumped out of bed and was putting on her dress. As she did, she said, "Darling, Sylvia and Diane have invited us to a May Day party this weekend. I told them we would come. I hope that is alright." I replied, "Sure. That will be fine." "Good. They were hoping that you would invite some of your football buddies to come to the party. Sylvia and Diane are trying to meet some new guys." "Sure, " I said, "No problem. Tell them to buy lots of beer if my friends are coming." Sylvia was one of Donna's good friends and Diane was Donna's older sister. Sylvia was cute, funny and known to be quite wild. Both girls were looking for new boyfriends. Diane was a year older than Donna and looked a bit like a librarian. She was shorter than Donna, wore glasses, had short brown hair and seemed like a fairly religious, conservative person. However, you could tell they were sisters if you looked at Diane's chest. Her tits were at least as big as Donna's. They might have been slightly bigger than Donna's F cups. However, Diane was shorter, 5 foot 3; and always wore baggy, conservative clothes. With her shorter frame and conservative clothes, Diane did not do anything to show off her big chest. Diane also had a bubble ass, yet her waist was small and firm. Recruiting Players Donna got a serious, rather worried look on her face and looked me right in the eye. She said, "Darling, there is one more thing that I need to discuss with you. Sylvia and Diane want to play a party game at their party and they really want me to play." I was thinking of little kid's games and said, "A party game? Won't that be sort of lame?" Donna hesitated and said, "Well; I don't know. Sylvia came up with this game called baseball from somewhere; and you know how Sylvia is. It will probably involve drinking and or someone taking off their clothes. Sylvia insists that I agree to play; and Diane said she won t unless I do." Diane? Drinking and stripping?" I asked. And why do they care if you play?" I was now curious. Donna looked a little bit shy and said, "Oh, God! This is embarrassing, but Sylvia said they want a lot of guys to play and they think more guys will play if they think they may get to see my tits." "How would anyone see your tits?" I asked. Donna explained, "The game involves drinking, stripping or other things when various things happen in a baseball game on television or video. I don't think I believe her, but Sylvia said that every guy she meets eventually asks her if my tits are real. She also claims that every man we know will do anything if he thinks he will get to see my tits. I think she is exaggerating the fascination with my tits, but she thinks that a lot of single guys will get in the game, hoping to see them." I laughed and said, "You do have some terrific tits, but I am not sure I want to see you showing them off. How is your reserved sister, Diane, going to participate? I'm sure no one has seen her tits. What are the other things you have to do in the game?" She smiled, "It is like something a guy would say about a girl after a date. Like a guy might say that he got to second base with his date. In the game, if the other team gets to first base, you have to kiss. If they get to second base, you get felt up. Third base is oral. Home is all the way." "What?" I said. "You agreed to do this with a bunch of the campus guys?" Donna looked worried and said, "Well, yes I told them I would help them out. They told me that you can always drink or take off an article of clothing instead of the sex. Once I heard that, I thought you would let me play. I thought you might take pride in me showing off a little of what your girl has. And you can play, too." I was completely torn about this party game. In some ways, it was arousing to think about my gorgeous girlfriend showing off in front of a bunch of guys. My cock was hard as she told me about it. Even though Donna's body was spectacular, she dressed rather modestly most of the time. She and her sister had been raised in a religious home, on a farm. They go to church every Sunday. I was secretly excited about the prospect of Donna showing off in front of a bunch of our college friends. On the other hand, I was madly in love with Donna and felt possessive about her. I wanted her all to myself. I didn't know what to say. Finally, I just agreed to do what Donna wanted to do. I wasn't capable of saying anything that might disappoint or upset her. So, I said, "Darling, if you want to play, you can play. But I don't want you to act too frisky. Just tease the guys about what we have. Quit when it goes past that. Are those rules okay with you?" "Oh, thank you baby! Sylvia and Diane will be so happy!" She gave me a big kiss and headed out to class. I knew that what Sylvia had told Donna about guys asking about Donna's tits was probably true. Most guys who saw her asked me about her tits, too. They were nearly too good to be true. Her massive firm tits were on a skinny frame that did not seem possible. Most women with large tits were built more like Donna's sister, Diane, who was somewhat thicker through the hips and stomach than Donna. We did not talk too much about the party again until Friday. Donna told me that she was going to go shopping for new bras in the nearest city to our little college town. She had told me that there were few 34F bras for sale in our town. And what she could find, were styles you might find in a nursing home. She had a hard time finding them even in the city. Donna did not have many bras or clothes that fit her. She was flat-chested until she was a senior in high school. She says her nickname was "ironing board" and she had resigned herself to being flat for her whole life. She was even thinking about plastic surgery. Then, in less than one year, she started developing and grew from an A cup to a D, before graduation. Then, during her freshman year at college, she continued to grow from a double D cup to her current F cup. Most of her blouses and bras did not come close to fitting her anymore. As a college student, she did not have enough money to buy a new wardrobe. Donna said that Sylvia and Diane wanted her to take off her top early in the game to get it rolling. Donna was nervous about that and decided that she needed a new bra if she was going to show it in public. I told her that the bras she had were incredibly sexy. She thanked me, kissed me and said with a worried look on her face, "I can't believe I have agreed to do this. I am embarrassed right now just thinking about taking off my blouse in front of everyone I know." "I thought the idea was for Sylvia and Diane to meet guys," I was glad to hear that Diane is finally overcoming her self-consciousness about her buxom sexy body. "Shouldn't they be taking off their clothes?" I asked. Donna smiled and replied, "They will. Sylvia is convinced that my tits will attract all of the guys. Then, she and the other girls will jump in. I hope you don't get mad at me." Then Donna paused and added; Why do girls think I'm so self-confident? Hell, I'm terrified by the attention my body attracts? I hugged her and said, "Donna, you have the body that every girl wishes they had. Donna's eyes sparkled at those words. It was like I was supercharging her self-esteem every time I encouraged her about her amazing body. Will you think I'm a cheap slutty whore? Donna asked. No, I won't get mad at you. It will be sexy to see you playing the game. Just stop when you need to." I was not so sure I meant what I said, but after I had given her the okay to play, I did not think I could get mad if she played. I was nervous and excited about the game. Donna wanted me to play too. I thought it would be fun to mess around with drunk, naked, college girls. I was looking forward to seeing Sylvia, Diane and their friends in the nude. I knew Diane's tits would be an awesome sight to see, but I did not know if it would be smart for me to mess around with Donna's big sister. I learned more of the rules of the party game from Sylvia who came by our apartment to tell Donna about the party planning. Sylvia had recorded some baseball games and had picked one to use at the party. There would be a girls team and a guys team with nine players on each team. Each team would be affiliated with one of the two major league teams on the video. Each time your team made an out, the players had to remove one of their allotted 4 items of clothing, or drink 6 ounces of beer. Each time the other team reached a base, the girls would pick names out of a hat and would partner up with the guy whose name they picked. Then, they would do the sex act with their chosen partner depending on what base the other team's hitter reached. First base was kissing, second base was getting felt up, third base was oral and home was all the way in the back bedrooms of the house. However, any player could avoid the physical act by either drinking a beer or removing an item of clothing. This was going to result in a ton of drinking for any girl who did not want a gang bang. This was especially true if Sylvia picked a high scoring game. Since slutty Sylvia was clearly interested in the sex part of the game, I was betting that she picked a high scoring game. I didn't want to stop the game, but I had never seen Donna drink more than 3 cans beers, maybe 4. She would be trashed at 4 beers. I doubted if Diane had ever had 3 beers in one night. Sylvia had probably had more to drink from time to time, but not many people could drink the amounts that were going to be required by this game. I wanted to see Donna and the other girls show off their bodies. I was proud to have a gorgeous girl like Donna as my girlfriend and I secretly thought it would be pretty cool if all of my friends saw her stupendous body. I felt like I was a pervert or something since I wanted to see the girl who I planned to marry take off her clothes in front of a bunch of horny guys. I was excited about the game. However, I could not help but wonder if Sylvia's baseball game was going to work. I asked, "Do you girls know how many outs there are in a baseball game for each team?" Sylvia laughed and said, "Enough to get us all pretty drunk and naked!" I replied, "Yeah, each team gets 27 outs. Not many people can drink that much beer in a night. Did you really play this game, Sylvia?" "Yes, I played, but I didn't really finish the game. One of the guys may have gotten lucky that night! I, uh; sort of quit early." I asked Donna if she was sure she wanted to play this game with a bunch of people from our college. I was hoping that she would take this opportunity to back out of the game. However, Donna looked at Sylvia and said, "I promised Sylvia and Diane that I would play. Sylvia says the game will be a lot of fun. I hope it will not be too embarrassing." Then Donna pleaded with me; Joe, I really need your support for this. You have to be there for me. Don't worry, baby. Diane and Sylvia have said that I can quit at any time I want, so I won't have to do too much with the other guys. Besides, I can always drink instead of doing the other things." Donna looked worried to me, but she was determined to play the game to help the other girls. I was pretty sure that Sylvia had the rules wrong, but I was not sure I wanted to see them changed. I was also reasonably sure that all of the girls would soon reach or exceed their limit on beer and would lose their clothes. It was going to be a sexy night. On Saturday, Donna modeled her new bras and matching panties. We picked a white lacy underwire stretch bra. It was unbelievably sexy. As I watched Donna try on the new bras, I was thinking to myself that living with her was like constantly living in the middle of a first rate porn movie. A hot chick was constantly showing me her big tits, or was fucking my brains out. I was having a hard time remembering why I had said yes to the party game, but I knew it was too late now. Donna wore a tight, thin top which was white and made of some soft, stretchy material. The top was not low cut or overtly sexy, but the material hugged every inch of Donna's massive tits and tight stomach. It was awesome. Diane did work-study at the Dean's office, to offset part of her college expenses. It seems the home that the college own for housing visiting lecturers was just vacated. Diane was tasked with getting contractors to service the home. The crews were starting on the following Monday, so until then we had a party house! When we arrived at the house Sylvia and Diane had access to, we saw that a big crowd was starting to gather. Loud music was playing and the liquor was flowing. It was still early in the afternoon. Donna and the other girls who were planning to play the baseball game were drinking heavily, trying to get up their courage. I warned against this, but the nervous girls ignored my advice. Donna and Sylvia pointed out the other girls who were going to play. There was also a growing list in both bull pens , in case someone quits. My friend Ronny was the guys team captain. Sylvia was the girls captain. Several were cute girls that I had seen around college. One was a pleasant surprise. Angie was going to play. Angie was a year or two older than Donna. Before Donna came to the campus, Angie was the hottest girl on campus. She looked like a runway model except she had bigger tits than a fashion model would. Actually, my friends and I decided that she looked like a young Kate Upton, one of the swimsuit models for Sports Illustrated. She was beautiful. She was blonde, slim, pretty and sexy. Dee Dee Donna told me that guys were too intimidated by Angie's beauty, and that she actually did not have many dates. She also told me that Angie had always wanted to go out with me. I wasn't sure if she was teasing me, but it was pretty frustrating to hear that after lusting after Angie for a couple of years When Donna arrived on campus her freshman year, she took the place of Angie as the hottest girl at the school. . I figure Angie was jealous insecure. She probably didn t know what she wanted, but she wanted whatever Donna had. They were both pretty and sweet, but Angie's slender body could not compare with Donna's voluptuous body; hence the nickname Dee Dee. It refers to her double D bra size. Donna never did dispel that myth publicly, but she told me; I outgrew my double dee bras some time ago. GAME TIME. I was thinking that this game was going to set some kind of record for hard cocks if Donna and Angie were both going to get drunk and take off their clothes. I saw Donna finishing off her second can of beer. I hugged her and whispered, "Don't drink too much before the baseball game starts. You will soon be too drunk to play." </

Suzie’s Maltese Barter: Part 4

SUZIE’S MALTESE BARTER: PART 4 SUZIE PUTS ALL HER NEW SKILLS TO WORK. By Liminally Spaced [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6489368&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/autumn-2023/SuziesMalteseBarter4.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/autumn-2023/SuziesMalteseBarter.jpg] Julia didn't want to admit it, but Suzie was right, she Did love Arthur, and now here she was, on her knees, watching another girl give him a vigorous blow job. Not just any girl, her Student! And she wasn't just watching, she was Teaching! Teaching this girl, her student, her friend, how to use her mouth to properly and completely pleasure the man she loved. She wasn't jealous, not in the least. She was happy. She was aroused. She was soaked. Suzie's excited explorations soon coalesced, and with Miss Dorman's urging and guidance, she settled into a lustful rhythm. Lips and tongue rose and fell wetly over his thick, desperate erection, rolling like ocean waves. He filled her mouth, but she wanted more. She wanted to take all of him, but she knew she wasn't ready for that yet, so she remained content with a full mouth, content with feeling his twitches and throbs against her tongue. Arthur began to breathe heavily, and Julia could tell the sensations were building inside him. "Feel his body, Suzie, feel how good you're making him feel. Pay attention. Listen to his body, you are the one in control." Suzie looked up at Arthur and knew in an instant this was true. He was lost in pleasure, and she was the one driving him toward it. She smiled to herself, and then without warning increased her pace, sliding her mouth up and down over his cock at a wet breakneck speed. Arthur began to gasp and shudder, his body starting to vibrate. He was racing toward the edge now, but the moment he let out a sharp moan, Suzie suddenly stopped, pulling off his cock completely. Arthur's eyes shot open, and looked down at a smiling Suzie, drunk with this new power. "Very good, Suzie," Miss Dorman said with a smile, "very good." Suzie snaked her tongue out and massaged the underside of Arthur's tip, running circles slowly over the underside. His eyes shut again, lost in the sensation. Suzie smiled again to herself, and then slipped him back into her mouth, resuming her methodical sucking. "Can you feel it, Suzie?" Miss Dorman asked, almost sweating from the sexiness of the moment, "Can you feel how badly he wants to cum for you?" A muffled "Umm hmm" escaped past Arthur's cock. "Do you want it? Do you want him to cum for you?" "Umm hmm" "Do you need his cum?" "Umm Hmm" "Then show him, Suzie," Julia gasped, "show him how badly you need it." Suzie's hands gripped Arthur's strong thighs. Her bobbing, sucking head fell into a determined, pulsing rhythm, and the two lovers, overcome by the moment, joined in what can only be described as a sexual summoning. Energy passing between them. Desperate need. Chanting of wordless incantations. Arthur's breath became ragged and erratic, his body starting to spasm and tremble. She could feel him building, feel him racing toward his release. Soft moans of "umm hmm; umm hmm;” egging him on, pulling him closer and closer to the edge. Suzie's hand drifted off Arthur's thigh. She needed to touch them. To feel them. And so in that moment, just before he exploded, Suzie gently cupped Arthur's roiling balls in her soft hand. That was all it took. She felt his full balls jump in her hand, and Arthur let out a strong, guttural wail. Suzie gripped his thigh harder, knowing she needed to hang on, as she felt his cock grow so hard, harder than she even thought it could get, then whip against the top of her mouth in quick, sharp spasms. She moaned at the sensation, and then felt her whole body buzz with electricity as Arthur's cum started to pulse and flow into her mouth. She was ready for it this time, she wanted it. She wasn't nervously swallowing like she did in the elevator that first time, this time she savored it, savored the feeling, savored the meaning of the man and the moment, before gladly swallowing it down. Suzie knew this was something different than that first time in the elevator. This was special. Arthur's throbbing subsided, and his breath started to return to normal. Suzie was so entranced by the heat of the moment that she didn't even register that Arthur's hands had grasped her gently on the head in the midst of his pleasure. Slowing her sucking to a more caressing pace, she slid her lips down his softening length one final time before slipping off his tip and disengaging. She looked up at him with big, lusty eyes, and wiped the corner of her mouth. Arthur was in shock, looking down at the amazing young woman before him. A young woman looking for validation on the effort she just displayed. He looked over at Miss Dorman, she gave him a lusty, knowing look, and a big, tight-lipped smile. Arthur could only smile a bewildered smile in return as he looked back at Suzie. She smiled back, relieved. "Oh my God, Suzie," Arthur gasped, "oh my God." Her smile widening, Suzie looked over at her teacher excitedly. "That was excellent, Suzie," she said proudly, "very, very well done." "That was so amazing," Suzie said, fully relieved, releasing all her tension, "I could feel a real connection with him, every twitch, every little movement I could feel it." She pushed a loose strand of hair off her face in a blustery movement, "and oh my god, it was so fucking Hot." "You're damn right it was," Arthur said with a laugh as he slumped back into the nearby lounge chair. He let out a long, relaxed sigh. "Thank you so much," Suzie said, leaning over to Miss Dorman and giving her a big hug, "thank you for teaching me; for helping me learn what pleasure is really about." "You're more than welcome," Miss Dorman said, "I knew it'd be no issue for you." Julia took a breath, and gently pushed away from the hug so she could look Suzie in the eyes. "But your lesson is not over yet." Suzie looked at her teacher, her friend, with a puzzled expression. "There's one more thing you need to learn. Something I think will be much more useful for you." Still confused, Suzie felt Miss Dorman's hand slide up her neck, gently cupping her face. It felt good. It felt safe. She could feel the intensity of her teacher's gaze, almost burning a hole right through her. Then her eyes dropped to Suzie's mouth. A smile pulled at her lips as she delicately wet her own lips, then leaned in and kissed the girl right on the mouth. Suzie's body stiffened in surprise, this was her friend, her teacher, but she felt the hand on her face, felt the safety, felt the care, and the tension melted away. Suzie let out a long sigh, and parted her lips. Miss Dorman did the same, and soon Suzie could feel the warm pressure of her teacher's tongue dancing into her mouth. The taste of Suzie's mouth lit a fire inside Julia Dorman that she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Kissing girls was something she had done for fun when she was younger, and it was never something she took seriously, except for that one notable exception. She never considered herself gay, or even bi, but still that didn't stop her from falling in love her junior year of college with Jackie. Jackie and Julia met in class, but it wasn't until they realized that they had mutual friends that they started seeing more of each other. They became fast friends, but it was clear immediately that there was something more between them. But Julia was straight, how could it be anything more than a strong feeling of friendship? That question was answered one night after a particularly challenging exam, when the two girls celebrated by having a nice dinner together. When they returned to their dorm Julia didn't even realize it, but she had walked Jackie all the way back to her room, which was 5 floors away from her own. There was a hug at the door, one that lasted longer than either of them expected. The feeling of their bodies pressed together was too good to let go. Jackie knew what was going on, she felt it too, and she knew that Julia would never make the first move, so she took initiative, kissing her friend passionately on the lips. Their embrace grew tighter, and soon the two new lovers fell through the doorway into Jackie's room, never disengaging from each other, and tumbled their way to the bedroom. That night Julia felt another woman's body for the first time, nerves running through her at high speed until the moment she first felt Jackie's tongue on her clit. At that moment all the nerves melted away and Julia's body lit up with pleasure. It felt so new, but felt so, so right. Jackie's tongue and fingers opened up avenues of pleasure Julia didn't even know she had, and the orgasm she had was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She remembered the embarrassment she felt in the moments after, but more importantly she remembered how caring Jackie was as Julia sat with what had just happened. She didn't totally understand these new feelings, but there was no place she'd rather be, nothing she'd rather be doing. Julia kissed the gorgeous girl again, tasting her own pussy on Jackie's lips. It was intoxicating. Julia had kissed girls, sure, but fucking one, tasting and pleasing another's pussy, was something she had always wondered if she'd be able to do. At that moment though, she had nothing on her mind other than pleasing this girl, and with zero hesitation she turned her attention to Jackie's body, kissing, touching, loving. Gladly, with much excitement, Julia lowered her face between Jackie's legs and tasted the sweet tang of a woman's juices for the very first time. She was instantly addicted. Julia licked and loved Jackie's hot, steaming center with a desperate hunger, not stopping until Jackie's body writhed and spasmed in raucous climax. There was no hesitation this time, and their tongues began their erotic battle immediately. Her hands continued to explore her teacher's hot, shifting flesh as they kissed, and Suzie felt another buzz of excitement run through her as she remembered that the rhythmic rocking and shifting of Miss Dorman's body was from Arthur's cock sliding deep into her. Disconnecting from her teacher's lips, she turned her head and looked at Arthur. Rippling muscles and a gorgeous, sculpted physique glistening with sweat propelled his wonderful cock in and out of Miss Dorman's body, moans. After that unforgettable night, the two girls were inseparable, officially dating for over a year before life took them in different directions. After Jackie, Julia never had designs on dating another woman, and could never explain exactly what drew her to Jackie for those two wonderful years. Love was just love, and it happens where it happens. But that night, there with Suzie, she wanted nothing more than to give her student exactly what she needed, teach her exactly what she needed to learn. Suzie's body buzzed with an indescribable wave of excitement as she began to register what was about to happen. Miss Dorman's mouth left her lips and began to kiss and suckle at her neck, her hands exploring over the hot skin of her body. She felt lips on her collarbone, and the pull of fingers against her bra. Suzie's tits were still out, held up by the folded down cups, but Miss Dorman didn't touch them, not yet, but just slipped the straps down over her shoulders. But then, just as suddenly as it began, Miss Dorman's lips were gone. Suzie's eyes opened, and saw her teacher staring at her. It was a tense, heated moment, and Suzie understood a question was being asked. Not with words, but with actions: never leaving the girl's gaze, Miss Dorman reached between her own tits and unfastened the delicate clasp on the front of her bra. Her hands slowly pulled the cups away from her hot skin, revealing her firm tits to her student. Suzie looked down at her teacher's beautiful form, the swell of her chest rising and falling with each breath, her nipples hard as ice. She stared. She practically drooled. But then she realized it was her turn, it was up to her to answer the question that was asked. Shaking with excitement, she considered what was in front of her: something she had always wanted but was never confident enough to have. But here it was, here She was. Suzie had never felt as safe and as confident as she did here, with Miss Dorman, with Arthur, than she did at that moment. And so with trembling fingers, Suzie Travino reached behind herself, unfastened her bra strap, and slipped the garment off onto the floor. Julia smiled. She took in the beautiful figure of her student, then gently, slowly, raised a hand and cupped the supple teardrop of Suzie's tits. She squeezed. Suzie sighed. Julia leaned in and kissed the girl once again, and Suzie's whole body melted into hers. Julia could tell Suzie's lips were on fire now, her tongue desperate to taste every inch of her teacher's mouth, but her hands were glued to Julia's hips, touching her, but just innocently. "It's okay, Suzie," she said between kisses, "touch me; feel me; taste me;” Suzie felt like something inside her suddenly was unlocked. She held her teacher's waist tighter, and her lips and tongue began to make their way down Miss Dorman's neck, over her collar bone, and onto the flat of her chest. "Yes, Suzie, yes;” The salt of her skin tasted like fine seasoning on Suzie's tongue. Soon the firmness of Miss Dorman's chest gave way to soft, plush flesh. Suzie felt a gush inside her as she realized she was kissing Miss Dorman's tits. "Yes; yes;” Suzie stopped, but only for a moment, to recognize the threshold she was about to cross. She felt Miss Dorman's deep breath heaving her bosom up and down against her face, and then, with a quick lick of her lips, Suzie sucked the firm tip of her teacher's nipple into her mouth. "Oh yes!" Julia gasped, pulling the girl tight to her. She felt Suzie's tongue zipping around the sensitive bud of her tit, felt the tight, desperate suction of her mouth. She groaned again as Suzie's hands gripped her ass tightly, kneading and rubbing it. She smiled, Suzie was a girl exploring a new avenue of pleasure, and she was so happy to be the one to teach her this new way. But there was still more to teach. Pushing Suzie gently away, she felt a tinge of sadness as her student's lips left her nipple. Suzie's face seemed worried, like she had done something wrong, but Julia brought a hand to her cheek, smiled, and kissed her again. Tucking a hand on the small of the excited girl's back, she pushed forward and Suzie gave way, slowly lowering to her back on the plush shag rug. Julia followed, her body spreading Suzie's legs wide as she leaned over the girl. Now it was her turn to explore. Suzie wriggled delightfully beneath the pressure of Miss Dorman's body on her, reveling in the taste of her teacher's kiss once more. A kiss that turned into lips on her neck, traveling down her body. She gasped deeply when she felt sucking lips and teasing tongue on her nipples, this was as far as she had ever gone with a woman, and the thought of Tara, the hot goth girl, sucking on the one exposed nipple managed to be freed from her bra sent a cold shiver of delightful memory through her body. It was lovely, reveling in the feeling, but when Miss Dorman's lips left her nipple she held her breath in rapt anticipation. She felt the kisses, the hot breath, begin to move lower, cascading over her bare stomach. Suzie knew exactly where they were headed. Her student’s body felt exquisite against Julia's fingertips, against her lips. There was a palpable excitement, an electricity, sparking off her skin that Julia could feel, a sensation that only made her more determined to teach Suzie about the pleasures she'd been missing. After what seemed like an eternity, Suzie felt Miss Dorman's mouth pause at the top of her panties. Her teacher's tongue began to tease the soft skin of her belly along the delicate fabric and shocks of delicious pleasure jumped through her. Suzie was lost in the sensations, when suddenly the lips and tongue were gone. The lips were gone but Suzie could still feel Miss Dorman's hands caressing the skin of her splayed open thighs. Miss Dorman was sitting back on her heels, her eyes focused on the throbbing prize between Suzie's legs. Fingers crawled over her sensitive flesh, and gently wrapped themselves in the band of her wet panties. Miss Dorman's eyes flicked up to Suzie's, asking another silent question, and with a deep, shuddering breath Suzie answered with a soft lift of her hips. Miss Dorman smiled, pulled, and Suzie's panties began the excruciatingly slow journey down her smooth, long legs, and off her body. Julia was wildly excited as she took in the gorgeous, nervous form of the fully nude Suzie before her, fully nude for another woman for the first time in her life. Her hands went back to the girl's creamy thighs, butterflied open for her pleasure, sailing around the warm skin, up and over the muscles, touching everywhere but where Suzie desperately wanted her to touch. Julia licked her lips, and with movement as smooth flowing water lowered her face between Suzie's legs. The distance was a lifetime for Suzie, and she held her breath in anticipation and unbridled excitement. She almost screamed at the first touch of Miss Dorman's lips to her inner thigh, then the other, then tongue tickling the sensitive trail to the center of her wanton desire. Kisses on her pubic bone, ever so close to what she wanted, what she needed, caused her to squirm in delight. The teasing was amazing but almost unbearable, and Suzie marveled at Miss Dorman's ability to know exactly how tightly to wind her, how far to push her before giving her the main course. With a final lick of the lips, Julia's tongue gently slipped between Suzie's wide, wet lips. The girl shuddered and squealed as her juices hit Julia's taste buds, they tasted good. She wanted more, wanted to Give her more. Feeling desperate herself now, Julia gave Suzie's molten pussy its first full lick, sliding up to the hard nub of her throbbing clit that was impossible to miss. Suzie gasped and moaned. Julia smiled to herself, adjusted her position slightly, and then proceeded to make a full meal out of her student's pussy. Suzie moaned a loud, ecstatic moan as Miss Dorman began to light her up like the fourth of July. Instantly overcome with delicious sensations of pleasure she'd never experienced, pleasure different than anything fingers or a cock could give her, Suzie began to writhe and shake, to squeal and yelp. Another woman's tongue was on her for the first time, and not just any tongue, the tongue of her former teacher and friend. Suzie looked down between her trembling legs to make sure she wasn't dreaming, and felt a fresh surge of erotic power course through her as she took in the image of Miss Dorman excitedly and impressively slathering her most sensitive areas with her mouth and tongue. Suzie sighed, a smile pulling at her lips, and then another rush of excitement surged through her. She knew it wouldn't be long. She could feel it building inside her, an orgasm of unimaginable strength being summoned up by Miss Dorman's mouth, but then, as though she were climbing the first hill of a massive roller coaster, suddenly the drop came, and her whole body felt like it was flying, the moment she felt Miss Dorman slide two fingers inside her. "Oh God; Oh My God!" Suzie wailed, her words quickly falling into wild, incomprehensible moans as Julia began a steady rocking pulse with her fingers, sliding in and out of the girl's tight, desperate pussy. She loved the way Suzie tasted. It was a familiar taste, one she didn't realize how badly she missed, and the tight squeeze around her fingers sent electric buzzes through her own body. She felt hands in her hair, gripping, squeezing. Suzie's abdomen sucking in deeply and wildly, gasping for air as she neared the precipice. Moans. Loud moans. Passionate, desperate moans. This was it, she knew it, and then Suzie's thighs gripped tight around her head and her whole body spasmed. It began inside her stomach. A bright, hot explosion that shot through every fiber of her body, like a crashing wave with a strong undertow. Suzie's pussy gripped and gushed, all as her favorite teacher played her like a musical instrument. Suzie was cumming harder than she could remember ever cumming before, cumming on another woman's tongue and fingers for the very first time. She was soaring on a wind of pleasure, and she never