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Recollections From a Diary

By Paris Waterman


Chapter Five


I Get My Licks In



At this point I broke off reading and after realizing I was pretty well
lubricated, glanced up to discover Julie frantically frigging herself
with one hand while the other was tightly gripping her right nipple.
The sight put me over the edge. I stood over her and began whipping my
hair across her face. Julie groaned and arched her back. I moved
closer, opened my robe exposing my breasts and dragged my nipples
across her cheeks and mouth. Like a guppy, she pursed her lips in a
futile effort to capture them. She began to growl. Laughing and giddy
with lust, I fed one nipple to her eager mouth and tongue. A minute
later we were rolling around the kitchen floor, devouring each other
anew.

After a long silence Julie spoke. We were still wrapped in each other's
arms.

"You know, Rach, I never forgot that night. It was a truly special
time."

She could tell by the tears welling up in my eyes that I agreed with
her. But I nodded anyway.

We kissed one another and disentangled ourselves. We showered, (no, not
together) dressed and left to go shopping. It was still raining
heavily. Julie put the top up on her Jaguar and we headed out to the
Galleria on East Sunrise Boulevard.

It proved a disappointment, whether it was not caring to venture out
into the rain, or perhaps we weren't in the mood for their offerings,
but after the briefest of shopping, we returned to her car and put the
Galleria behind us. Julie turned south and drove into Miami and
Bloomingdale's. The rain ended as we were parking the car. This seemed
a better choice for us.

We shopped for about three hours. There was a clerk in the dress
department who may have been willing to form a m nage-a-trois, but
while I was interested, Julie wasn't.  I chided her as we left telling
Julie that she could always drop in there again, whereas I couldn't.
She gave me the most sullen look and told me she wanted to spend all
the time she could with me. My knees bucked and I hugged herto keep me
upright and to show her I adored her.

 From there, it was over to Biscayne Street in South Miami Beach to what
Julie termed "the always-wonderful Joe's Stone Crab Restaurant" for a
late lunch. We had several martinis with our crab and got a little
smashed.

Back at Julie's we showered once again; tried on some of our new
outfits; and decided to keep life simple by donning teddy's before we
returned to `read' more from the diary.

I found my eyes riveted to Julie's perky buds and cupped her breast
then began suckling.  Julie's hand made its way down my thigh, crossed
over my mound and caressed my labia. It was a good start.

After a few minutes of tantalizing one another, I suggested I pick up
from where I'd left off, but Julie demanded to be `the reader,' at
least for the moment. It was okay with me. I placed my hand on her
thigh and told her to, "Get it goin' girl."

Julie's voice quavered just a bit as she began, was it my hand or the
anticipation of reliving the past?

I'm laying here tingling from the past and the present, with the smell
from my pussy filling the room like a warm, no--make that a hot musky
perfume.

Oh, I almost forgot. As I came last night, Julie slid a long, oil- slicked
fingerGod! It was smooth as silkright into my butt hole. I
could feel the thick dildo rubbing against it through the thin wall of tissue
separating the two. That brought on another orgasm. I seem to cum a lot when
I'm heated up. I hadn't noticed that before. I'm not complaining tho. <grin>

My fingers are working their magic right now!

Intermission's over.
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What really got me though, was watching in the mirror as Julie pulled
the damn thing out of me. The walls of my vagina were stretched beyond
belief.  Julie helped me clean up afterward. I loved her tender, loving
attentions. I resolved to do the same for her if it kills me.

I don't remember leaving her room, but I woke up in mine.
I think that's everything. We talked about it at length early this
morning before class. I confessed to her that I'd loved it. And I told
her that I loved her. She loves ME too!
Julie said she wanted ME to do her! I promised I would (she just got
her period) so we'll wait until it's over.

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"Jesus, you write a hot story Rach," Julie said, moistening her lips
and uncrossing her legs.

"Thank you kind lady," I said, and kissed her thigh as my fingers
meandered along her leg across her mons and ultimately cradled the
folds of her outer lips. Of course they were wet.

"Please continue."

"Okay, I will, just a sec. This parts kinda lame and . . . no, too
mundane, let's see . . ."

She was turning page after page, until finally releasing a deep breath,
she exclaimed, "Whew! I think . . .yes pay dirt."

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Dear Diary, this evening we did it again. Well, this time Julie allowed
me to take the lead after warming me up as it were. I gotta tell ya I
found the taste of another woman exhilarating!

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"Oh yeah!" I exclaimed I remember this part. I ran my hand down my
belly and spread my fingers apart, poised to enter my temple of lust.

 "Oh, yeah . . .it's so hot!"

"Shut up, let me read!" Julie cried and playfully cuffed me on the arm.

"How passive do you want me?" I asked.

"Oh, don't stop what you're doing, just be quiet."

"Mums the word," I said going through the motions of zipping my mouth
shut.

Julie had to get me going though before I could do her. And she went
about as only she can. She was eating me out deep-dish style,
whispering her erotic litany to me all the while. Listening to her gets
me almost as hot as her tongue does. Here's a sample.

"Go ahead, baby."

"Oh mushy you."

"What a soppy wet cunt you have here baby."

This last while sliding a finger around inside me.

"Let me taste, baby."

"This is you, baby."

This while she's tonguing my outer lips. (I guess on refection, I tend
to be quiet during sex, oh maybe a moan here and there, and of course
the occasional scream or two for a particularly stunning orgasm, but
Julie's a virtual sound track.)

"Oh, so licious," she goes.

"Oh, tasty."

 "My girl."

"My love bug."

"Nipples--thighs, your lips."

On and on, like a demented tour guide.

"How deep can I go? Tell me."

"Deeper," is about the best I can manage between sighs.

"So ordered," she laughs wickedly, and licks away, her tongue strong
and rigid. Feasting on my wetness there, gripping me by my sides, my
legs, and my hair, always on me, devouringnever a pause.

Julie seems to like a breathless pace. She also likes it with my legs
over her shoulders, leaning ineating and sucking me like that and
stroking my thighs.

I recall emitting a high-pitched moan and then, pulling away from her,
only to be yanked back. I have an image of seeing a rough; no-holds
barred type smile on Julie's mouth as she brought me off for the
umpteenth time using her fingers.

Suddenly, it was my turn.

I was filled with an intense fear that I overcame by virtue of my even
greater gratitude and I started on her. I remember kissing her down
there, sooooo soft.

Oh, just a thought, I sense Julie likes the fear involved in our
lovemaking, but I could be wrong. At any rate I don't care, I simply
adore her.

Julie does like to be in charge and likes forcing me to perform her
bidding. For example, at one point early on, I turned onto my stomach
in defense; but Julie licked my back, then bit my shoulder, breaking
the skin and causing it to bleed, and then licked it again to salve the
wound, only to bite me again.

(It's funny; cause in a way "Bite me" is my favorite expression. I
wonder if that's my unconscious talking to me or through me. Have to
read some more psych books I guess.)

"Oh bite me!" <Laughing>

She bit me again, this time lying atop me, grasping my entire left tit
in her hands and squeezing. It hurt like hell, but at the same time
there was a surge of pleasure rippling through my pussy.

"Christ Almighty, you're like a man," I hollered, and Julie loved that
praise most of all.

At any rate, my foray into pussy munching started with trepidation, but
after running my tongue over the length of Julie's cunt a couple times
I got the hang of it and began to suck on her labia as she had done to
me. I think she was already excited that I was gonna do her.  It seemed
like only seconds passed before her hips were thrusting off the bed and
she leaned back and grunted, over and over.

Julie shrieked softly (she had the foresight to remember the thin walls
of our dorm even under the excitement of the moment) as she came.

She was sweating profusely and panted as she bent her knees outward so
as to settle lower, offering a wider spread for me to get my mouth on.
I nestled my face in firmly, to get my tongue in further, prompting
Julie to moan passionately:

 "Oh, God, you vulgar bitch."

"You shameless little cunt-sucking slut."

"You insatiable whore, licking my cervix to get at Don's cock cream,
and without begging for the privilege."

I was shocked to discover he'd fucked her earlier, but continued
mouthing her and in a frenzy of passion, buried my nose inside her
cunt. Did I taste him? I have no way of knowing.

Julie shuddered and climaxed. Finally, my tongue, tired out from its
activity, caused me to quit for a rest. I gave her a last gentle lick,
pulled back and smacked my lips in satisfaction.

I had just gone down on another woman and found the experience
delightful. Even as I thought about it, I was amazed at myself.  I HAD
done the `nasty' and reveled in it!

Julie rose up kissed me and fell back on the bed whispering, "Let's
rest."

We lay like that for twenty minutes or so, finally Julie reached down
to the floor and offered me some wine. We lay there; alternately
sipping from the bottle and stroking each other until Julie held the
bottle up and poured the last drops across my breasts. Then ever so
delicately, she lapped the remnants of wine from my now distended
nipples and the valley between my breasts.

It was a magic moment. I was warm, fuzzy brained and very content with
this, but Julie's finger, lightly circling my clit, changed all that by
bringing me right to the edge of cuming.

Julie suddenly said, "Wanna try to fuck my ass with it?"

""Wha?"

"My dildo," she smiled.

My answer was slurred, but still it was positive, "Les try `en shee
wha' hoppens."

Julie, also feeling the effects of the wine said, "I never dun this . .
. I mean wit anybody, ever, I swear."

Being a professed medical student, albeit a bit intoxicated, I took a
professional stance and offered, "We can figure it out. Sit up and
spread your legs apart and bend your knees like you're at the
gynecologist for a look-in exam."  Julie complied, swinging around
assuming the position. With a lubricated dildo in hand, I leaned in for
a closer look.

Julie shifted to a squatting position and I maneuvered myself
underneath and looked up at her pendulous lips now hanging down above
me, seeming to stretch for my mouth. My natural inclination was to
resume eating her again. I managed to pull myself in tighter; and began
to munch her labia. As my tongue probed deeper I made some slurppy
sounds of my own. I dropped the dildo in order to free my hand; I had
my own plans.

The effect on Julie was profound and immediate. She squatted lower,
reached into her crotch, separated her lips and humped my face,
chanting, "Eat my cunt, Rach! Eat Julie's pussy!"

I began lapping feverishly at the moving slit, licking fingers, clit,
labia, pubic mound or asshole, whatever was before my hungry mouth.

Julie cried out, "Oh, yes, you love licking your honey's cunt."

"Lick that pussy good, baby."

"Give me a bath between my legs. Clean up all his sperm."

"Arrrrrghhhh! Uggghhh!"

"Christ you're great!"

"Oh, Rach! I love you!"

"Don't stop! Don't stop!"

When I guessed Julie was ready, I inserted two fingers and fucked her
furiously. I also fastened on her clit and sucked hard while batting
the fleshy nub about inside my mouth. Julie took ten seconds of this
treatment, then shuddered through a powerful climax that gradually
forced Julie to recline. I ended up sitting astride Julie's chest,
kissing her throat and slobbering on her shoulder while trying to
regain my breath. Julie just smiled up at me.
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"Christ Rach, we've gotta get away from this diary of yours, we'll fuck
our brains out."

"Isn't that the general idea?'"

To be continued.





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