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Subject: {ASSM} "Like What You See?" [Dancer] (MF+, FF, reluc, voy, coll, interr)
Date: Fri, 16 Nov 2001 15:10:02 -0500
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Editor's Note: And now for something completely different...  well, it's 
also by my darling wife, Dancer, so it'll have some similarities... but it's 
not that close to what I posted earlier... hmmm, people tell me I'm 
indecisive; I'm not so sure about that... ;{)

Anyway:
18 or younger; scram.
People easily upset; read at your own risk & we disclaim any responsiblity 
for anything that happens if you do.:)
Everyone else; enjoy privately (Berne Convention on copyrights applies)

Email opinions/kudos/criticism to <Empath69@hotmail.com>



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DO  NOT  READ  THIS  STORY  IF  YOU  ARE  UNDER  THE  AGE  OF  EIGHTEEN

AND/OR  IF  IT  IS  ILLEGAL  TO  POSSESS  EXPLICIT,  GRAPHIC,  SEXUAL

MATERIALS  WHERE  YOU  LIVE  AND/OR  RESIDE!!  I  MEAN  IT,  PEOPLE!  DON'T

SCROLL  BEYOND  THIS  HEADER  IF  YOU  ARE  NOT  AT  LEAST  EIGHTEEN  YEARS

OLD!!!

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Like What You See? (MF+, FF, reluc, voy, coll, interr)

Copyright Dancer 2001


   I am not a prude by any stretch of the imagination but I'd not seen two
college co-eds go at it like -that- except in skin flicks.  These two
ladies looked to be so involved in each other that they didn't notice me.
Or so I thought.  Both were long-legged, amply endowed, African-American
women and obviously gay or, at the very least, bisexual.

   Perhaps I should explain the situation.  I'm Pierce Herron, a junior at
the University of North Carolina (GO 'HEELS!) and this is my first spring
break along the gulf shores of Texas.  My friends, Les Cranston and Rob
Wilton, decided Daytona Beach had lost its appeal and Texas was where all
the babes were at, so they dragged me with them.  Don't get me wrong.  I
enjoy those two weeks in March when millions of collegians migrate south to
cut loose, party and get laid but I think I'm becoming a fuddy-duddy.  I
stopped drinking.  I don't smoke, shoot, snort or rub in my belly any
legal/illegal drugs.  I have no girlfriend but meaningless sex just wasn't
fun anymore.

   All of which was why I sat at a small table alone in the busiest dance
club in Corpus Christi.

   The two ladies were seated at a similar, small table adjacent to mine,
with emphasis on 'were'.  Donna and Kara (not their names, just ones I
thought up to cut the confusion) started out sitting next to each other and
exchanging kisses, then moved onto bigger and better things.  Both wore
loose skirts Kara in a paisley print and Donna in a shiny, black one -
which enabled them to stick a hand up the other's skirt and play with her.
At first, I tried to be a gentleman and ignore their loveplay.  They began
to argue and I glanced at them from the corner of my eye.

   "C'mon!" "No, there's too many people!" "Pleeease?" "No." "Do I hafta
beg?" "Well..." "I'll do you if you do me." "Mmm...all right."

   Donna slid out of her chair and under the table while Kara pulled her
skirt up to her waist.  Les and Rob would kill for the beaver shot I got
unknowingly from Kara.  Her mound was shaved except for a cluster of black
curls at the apex of her labia.  I looked away hurriedly, scanning the rest
of the club and chastising myself for that one glimpse.  I clutched at my
soda and swallowed some of the fizzing beverage to calm me down.

   The situation grew worse.  Kara started panting loudly and Donna's
slurping noises set my imagination into overdrive.  My mind filled with
images of sexy, gorgeous women of every color and nationality frolicking
orgiastically.  I bit my lower lip hard enough to taste blood in a supreme
effort not to peek back at Donna and Kara.  The pants turned into cries of
'OH,OH,OH,OH,OH,OH!' My fingers clawed at the lacquered surface when Kara
called out her release and I couldn't take it any longer.  I jumped out of
my seat and rushed into the men's room just to get away from the sexual
tension Donna and Kara had built around them.

   I leaned against the tiled wall behind me with a sigh of relief.  I
heard one of the toilets flush and quickly went to the nearest sink to wash
my hands.  A stall door opened.  I checked the reflection in the mirror and
saw a cropped blond step out, zipping up his fly.  The blond's head came
up. 'He' was a 'she'!  She approached the sink right of me and began
washing her hands.  She noticed I was staring at her in total shock and
confusion.  "Have you seen the line outside the ladies' john?" she confided
with a grin.  "Nobody's in there to pee," she stated as she ripped off
several paper towels.  "All it is is a huge coffee clatch.  So, if a girl
has to go, she goes in the men's room."

   I opened my mouth and shut it.  She had a valid point.  "Ah,
well...I...I guess it makes sense," I stuttered out in an attempt to
converse.  I finished my washing, dried off and walked back out to the main
club.  Someone grabbed hold of my left arm and tried dragging me to a
darkened corner.  It was Kara.  I planted both feet, refusing to move. 
Donna embraced her lover from behind and raised Kara's skirt, treating me
to another view of bare pussy.  "Sorry, ladies I'm not the kind of guy who
likes to share," I informed them and jerked my arm free.

   "Aw, don't knock it if you haven't tried it," purred Kara.  She snaked a
hand down to her exposed crotch and fingered herself.  "Brown sugar is the
sweetest by far." They switched tactics from pulling me out of the john to
pushing me back inside.  I tripped over my feet as the women shoved and I
landed hard against the blonde who was trying to leave.  She fell on her
rump and so did I as Donna and Kara cornered me in the men's room.

   "Hey!  What the hell is going on?" demanded the blonde.

   Donna answered while Kara barred the door.  "You see, this man was
watching me and my girlfriend get it on and we decided he needed learn to
keep his eyes in his head." The blonde looked at me with a cocked eyebrow
and I opened my mouth to protest, then snapped it shut when I realized
anything I might say would be construed as blaming Donna and Kara.

   "So, what are you two planning to do to the poor schmuck?"

   "Oh, nothing much," Donna replied and began to unbutton her blouse. 
"Just give him a heaping helping of southern hospitality." She slipped her
shirt off her mocha-colored shoulders.  "You're welcome to join us." I
didn't hear the blonde's response because two ample, grapefruit-sized
breasts came into view.  They were topped with not-quite-black areolas and
thick, hard nipples.  My dick was in seventh heaven, raring to dive into
action.

   I found my voice finally.  "Ah, I was wondering if I could get your
names?" Kara and Donna were actually Kiesha and Jenna and the blonde said
her name was Ivy.  Jenna stripped off the rest of her clothes as did Kiesha
and Ivy.  Now that I saw them naked, I mentally sent 'thank you's to Les
and Rob for dragging my butt to Texas this year.  Jenna, as I previously
stated, had very large breasts and Kiesha was fairly big-busted.  Both had
very beautiful, long legs and well-rounded backsides that overflowed in my
grasp.  The lyrics of 'Baby Got Back' by Sir-Mix-Alot (remember - the huge
orange butt?) ran through my brain.  From that moment on, I became of
devotee of women with nicely padded derrieres.

   Ivy.  Mmm, Ivy.  Caucasian with a deep tan but she had the 'headlight
affect' on her mommy parts.  Her bottom was not as full-figured as Jenna's
or Kiesha's but still well developed enough for my current taste.  Her
small, perky, milky white bosom looked just under a handful compared to the
other two's.  I practically ripped my clothes off my body.  The ladies gave
me the once-over like I did them and I prayed they didn't dislike my
endowments.

   I'm a hairswidth shy of six feet, 170 pounds, dark, almost black hair,
brown eyes and my skin held a light tan except for my butt and private
parts which were a blinding white.  My dick jutted out of my black pubic
hairs about six inches.  'God, I hope that's enough to satisfy them,' I
thought.  They approached me in unison and gently laid me on my back
against the cold tiled floor.  Ivy zeroed in on my mouth; Frenching me with
wild abandon and I felt the stud piercing her lingual muscle near the tip.
I never had kissed anyone with a tongue stud before and the strangeness of
it aroused me further.

   Kiesha and Jenna alternated playing with my cock and balls.  Jenna laved
and fondled my balls while Kiesha sucked my prick, then they changed
places. Ivy curled next to me on my right and I wrapped that arm around her
shoulders, sucking on her piercing.  I continued my activity with Ivy as
either Kiesha or Jenna impaled herself on my cock and the other one eased
Ivy's knees apart to enjoy a nice meal at the Y.

   My osculating partner gasped loudly inside my mouth.  I swallowed her
noise and let her tease my palate with her metal nubbin.  She dragged my
left hand across my chest to one breast, using my fingers to stimulate her
pebbled nipple.  Ivy wrenched her lips away and struggled for a breath. 
This gave me an opportunity to see who was where.  Kiesha bounced up and
down my shaft with her head thrown back in ecstasy, her throaty voice
begging me to give it to her.  I released Ivy and settled my hands around
Kiesha's hips, steadying her whenever I thrust upward.  She was hot, slick
and wonderfully snug around me.  Now that I was able to center my attention
on Kiesha's ride, I shuddered, my face contorted and I slammed myself deep
inside her slit, firing my load.

   Ivy's shriek echoed throughout the lavatory.  She bucked her hips wildly
as she came in Jenna's waiting mouth and, as I petted Kiesha's hair (she'd
collapsed on top of me), I decided seeing a woman orgasm with another woman
was the most beautiful sexual release in the entire world.  We rested
briefly, regained enough strength to begin round two.  Jenna rubbed my
still limp dick along her moist labia and the touch of her crisp curls
perked me back to hardness.  She straddled my hips and sank my rod into her
heat, both of us groaning at the sensations.  Kiesha stood on shaky legs
over me with her crotch at Jenna's mouth level and pulled her girlfriend's
face to her pussy.

   That exquisite, brown rear tempted me greatly and I gave in, massaging
the heavy globes with both hands.  Oh, it was soft, cushiony and pliable
beneath my fingers.  I rested the side of my face against Kiesha's glutei
with a smile playing upon my lips.  A warm body pressed along my spine as a
pair of hands crept around to join mine kneading Kiesha.  Ivy had revived
from Jenna's muff diving, licking at the swirls of my left ear and a nip
thrown in for variety.  Ivy trailed her hands down my forearms to my chest.
I dug my fingers into the flesh under them and my boys drew up as dear,
little Ivy tweaked my tiny nipples.

   My shout was muffled by Kiesha's ass as I exploded in Jenna's pussy. 
The muscles under my fingers tensed when she climaxed, spilling our
combined fluids down Jenna's throat.  I leaned back against Ivy and made
room for Kiesha to sit down on my abdomen, everyone gasping for air.  My
head was pillowed by Ivy's bosom.  I closed my eyes, asking myself if I
could manage a hat trick and felt Jenna climb off me.  "Kiesha, Jenna, I
believe I have learned my lesson," I told the ladies.

   All three of them giggled.  Since Ivy was the least worn out of the
group, she got up and went over to the sinks, then wetted handfuls of paper
towels.  She gave each of us a soaking bunch.  Jenna helped Kiesha to stand
and they cleaned each other's vulvas and upper thighs, occasionally
stopping long enough to exchange a kiss or two.  I accepted the towels from
Ivy and bathed my groin as best as I could, given the circumstances.  I
took everyone's dirty papers and tossed them in the garbage.  I felt gawky
and awkward just standing there, not knowing what was the proper thing to
do.  "Uh, I...I don't think 'thank you' is good enough to express my
gratitude..." I began.  "I don't know what to say except 'thanks'."

   Kiesha chuckled, "You are very welcome...I don't recall your name."

   Aw, crap.  I'd asked for theirs but hadn't bothered to reciprocate?! 
"Pierce," I answered with ruddy cheeks.

   "Pierce," Ivy said and stuck her tongue out, showing Jenna and Kiesha
her stud.  "I like it." That comment sent them giggling again.  I rolled my
eyes at the trio and started redressing.

   Snapping the fly of my jeans, I asked, "Can we get together
tomorrow...maybe?"

   Kiesha and Jenna shared a glance between them and Jenna replied
morosely, "We gotta fly back to Charlotte tomorrow.  Early morning flight."

   "Hang on," Ivy interjected after she'd gotten fully dressed.  "The ten
a.m.  flight on American?" The two women nodded.  "Shiiiit.  I'm on the
same flight." I watched them give each other high-fives and my brain kicked
in gear.

   "Charlotte, North Carolina?  As in, the University of North Carolina?" I
asked.  Three ear-piercing screams sounded off the walls.  I yelled above
the din, "WHOA!  WHOA!  LADIES!!" Kiesha, Jenna and Ivy stared at me.  "Now
that I have your attention, I would like to point out that I had to drive
through six states over three days with two assholes to boink three
beautiful women in a Corpus Christi men's room only to find out that we all
go to the same school." I ran a hand over my face when I saw all three nod
yes.

   I strolled across the room, hugged and kissed each one fiercely,
especially Ivy.  We hadn't the chance to fuck but I promised myself that
when I got back to college, I'd find her.

   And I knew -exactly- where I wanted Ivy to rub her tongue stud.  <g> 


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