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From: "PsiKoTicK" <psikotick@comcast.net>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 11:06:31 CDT
Subject: {ASSM} Debia Part 2/6 (MF, Masturbation)
Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 18:10:04 -0400
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This story was written for the enjoyment of adults.  If you are offended by
sex stories, wtf are you here?  Don't read this.



Feedback always appreciated.  psikotick@comcast.net

(And yes, I know, there's some paragraph issues, I wrote this almost 3 or 4
years ago, I haven't started my new stuff yet.)







Chpater 2 - Interesting Developments



                Suddenly, the phone rang, and everything froze.  It rang
again, and Mike woke up with a start.  "Damn," he thought, "what a dream.
Wish it hada been real, though."  He picked up the phone on the third ring,
and said, "Hyello."  It was Debia, and his ears burned, remember what he had
just been dreaming.  "Hey there, Mike, " she said.  "I was wondering if I
could come over."  Mike said, "Sure, but gimme a few minutes, I hafta take a
shower and stuff."  "Allright," Debia replied, "but leave the door unlocked
in case I get there before you get out."  Grinning stupidly for some reason,
he replied, "Okey dokey, but don't peek."  She laughed at him, and said bye,
and hung up.  He hung up, and looked around his room.  The Metallica CD had
stopped playing while he was asleep, so he popped in a new one, and cranked
it up, so he could hear it in the shower.  He wandered around his room a
while, trying to find something halfway decent to wear, then remembered he
had been doing laundry and all his clothes were downstairs in the dryer or
on chairs or something like that.  He bounded down the stairs, grabbed some
clean undies, tight jean shorts, and the black shirt he had been wearing in
his dream.  Grinning again, he thought on his dream for a while, but he felt
a certain stirring and stopped his train of thought right there.  "Don't
wanna get all excited before Debia gets here," he thought to himself, "maybe
my dreams can come true."  Running back up the stairs, he stripped, looked
at himself in the mirror, making sure everything was in working order,
turned on the water, then jumped in the shower.  The water was nice and hot,
causing him to sweat a bit, but washing it away.  His dream came back to him
once more, and he couldn't help it, he became fully erect.  "Oh well, too
bad, I think I am gonna help myself out a lil here," and began to stroke
himself a bit.

                As Debia entered the house, she heard his Metallica playin
real loud and the water running in the shower.  She wondered if he had heard
her come in, and walked up the stairs.  She cracked the door to his bathroom
a little bit, peeked in, and saw the shower curtain was kind of pulled back
a bit, and Mike was standing there with the water running over his body.
She smiled, thinking to herself, "Mmmmmmm."  His face suddenly changed, like
he had made a decision, and he reached down and began to stroke himself.
She almost gasped, mainly because she wasn't expecting it.  She knew he did
it, but they hadn't even gone beyond a little touch here and there, so she
had no idea how big it was.  His hand couldn't cover it completely.  He
began to pick up the pace a little bit, and she felt herself getting
aroused.  She always got this way around him, but she was extremely aroused
now, and as he got closer and closer to the edge, she felt an overwhelming
urge to do the same thing.  She closed the door, letting him finish alone,
and walked over to his bedroom, laying back on his bed.  She rubbed herself
through her jeans, and a low moan escaped her lips.  The water was still
going, so she figured Mike would still be a little bit.  She kept rubbing
herself, but couldn't get the full effect with her jeans on, but didn't want
to take them all the way off.  She reached up, and teased her own nipples,
while she thought of a way to get herself off without stripping.  She undid
her jeans, slipping her hand inside.  Her hand found her wetness, and she
slipped one finger along her slit, then pulled it out, tasting her own
juices.  For some reason, she had started doing that, and liked it.  She had
always wondered what someone else's would taste like, too, but had never
really been turned on by a woman.  She began thinkin of Mike, and him in the
shower, and what they could be doing if they were in it together.  She let
out a slightly louder moan as she slipped her hand back down, slipping one
finger in herself.  She leaned her head back, one hand running up her
stomach and over her breasts through her shirt and bra, the other parting
her pussy lips and coaxing her clit out from under its hood.  Her
fingernails traced a circle around her areolas, but without actual contact.
Gawd, it felt so good.  Her other hand had succeeded in its quest, and she
began to slide a finger along her clit, and the moan became a deep guttural
thing.

                For some odd reason, Mike thought he heard something, and
stopped what he was doing, even though he was extremely close to losing it.
He looked over, and thought he saw the door move.  "Nah, its just my
imagination."  But, he decided he wouldn't keep going with himself, and
turned off the water, got out, and began to dry off.  As he was drying off,
he heard a low moan from his room.  "What was that?" he wondered.  He
finished drying off, his hard-on having relaxed, and put on his clothes.  He
stepped out of the bathroom, and definitely heard a moan from his room, deep
and low, but with a feminine quality.  He quietly walked over to the door,
peeking inside, and saw Debia on his bed, her eyes closed, head tilted back,
on ehand pinching her own nipples, the other inside her jeans.  His hard-on
came back instantly.  He didn't want her to be embarrassed, but gawd he
wanted to see more.  He began rubbing himself through his jeans.  He was
trying to think of a way to get her attention without causing her to flip
out.  Finally, he gave up, and walked into the room, softly saying her name.
She opened her eyes, shock evident, and looked up at him.  "Ohmygodddd....
Mike, um, hi.  I would say this isn't what it looks like, but, well, it is."
"I know, I was just trying ot figure out whether I should say somethin or
keep watching, because it was, uh, interesting."  Still a little
embarrassed, but recovering quickly, she said, "I know, I felt the same way
when I Saw you in the shower."  Now it was his turn to be a little
embarrassed.  "Um, yeah.  Hey, wait a minute, thats not fair.  You saw me in
the buff doing it, I only saw one hand hiding, and the other one was rubbing
your tits."  She grinned, and suggested softly, "Well, I can strip too, ya
know, and show you everything."  He looked at her, and grinned.  She looked
back, feeling herself still achingly close to the edge, and ran one hand up
her own chest, pulling the tight little midriff shirt up over her breasts,
and undid her bra, slipping it off, leaving the shirt bunched up around her
neck.  She ran her fingertips around her nipples, contact occuring this
time, and she moaned once more.  He sat down in a chair in his room,
watching her pleasure herself.

                As he sat down at the foot of the bed, Debia felt herself
being even more turned on by showing him what he wanted to see.  She knew
she had the power, and could make him go nuts if she stopped.  She smiled,
her hands knowing exactly where touch to make herself hotter and hotter,
though she figured Mike would be able to get her damn hot, too, when they
went beyond just looking and light touching, but that seemed awful close
right about now.  She reached down, her hand sliding her jeans down a bit,
and she asked Mike to pull her jeans off.  He complied, after he took off
her shoes, and pulled 'em all the way off.  Now she was in nothing but her
panties, and her shirt was bunched up around her neck, her tits perkily
standing up in front of it.  She gave up on it, and pulled her shirt all the
way off.  Her hands kept up their search , and she began to rub herself
through her panties, dragging it out a little bit, making Mike wait.  She
looked down at him, saw him feeling himself without even realizing it, and
then her hand found a tit, and she leaned down, flicking her tongue across
the nipple, and he rubbed a bit harder.  She smiled inwardly, loving this
feeling of power, and then she asked, "Hey, Mike.  Wouldya do me a favor?"
"Sure, " he replied, "What?"  "Well, since I'm here wearing just about
nothing, wanna return the favor?"  He looked at her, then agreed, and took
off his shirt, and then his jean shorts, and sat back down, his erection
creating a tent out of his briefs.  She looked him up and down, feeling
herself get even wetter, and scratched along her inner thigh with her
fingernails.  She grabbed along the leg band of her panties, and slowly
pulled them down, because she knew they would stick to her honeypot if she
didn't.  He got the idea, and stood up, taking his briefs off, too.  She
asked him to slide her panties the rest of the way down once she got 'em to
her knees, and he did.  Her hand had found her pussy lips, and she didn't
have to coax her clit out of hiding now.  She spread her legs a bit more,
exposing herself to Mike's intimate inspection, turned on by the
naughtiness.  She gently spread her pussy lips, and he could see all the way
up her love tunnel.  She slipped a finger inside, gently massaging her own
clit.  She looked down at him, to see him stroking himself, watching her
intently.  She slid in another finger, and gently began to caress her clit,
squeezing it, teasing it, doing what she knew made her hot and bothered.
She kept going, her hand doing everything she needed, and looked at him.
Mike was so close to the edge, but holding back, wanting it to last.  Debia
suddenly got an idea, and said, "Mike, would you do me a favor?"  He
stopped, looked at her, "Sure, what would you like?"  She grinned
mischievously, and said, "I want you to kneel over me, and keep jacking off,
I want your cum all over my chest."   He felt himself harden a little bit
more, however impossible it seemed, and looked at her.  Then he clambered up
on the bed, knelt over her, and trailed the tip of his dick down her chest,
bewteem her tits, and lifted back up after trailing it around her belly
button, a trail of precum having been left behind.  She rubbed herself even
harder, her legs spread wide.  She really wanted him inside her, but she was
too turned on by now to stop.  She liked the kinkiness of what was
happening.  "Mmmm, that will be in me soon," she thought, as he stroked
himself, the tip bobbing up and down, and she felt herself getting close to
the edge of losing it herself.  Mike arched back suddenly, and his stroking
dramatically increased in pace.  She knew he was getting close, if only from
the look on his face.  He kept going, and suddenly he shot his load on her.
The first bit landed on her cheek, the next on her neck, a lot on her tits
and some along her belly button.  As she felt the cum hit her, she felt
really naughty, and she liked it, and suddenly her orgasm hit her.  She
rolled her head back, legs clamping around her hand, and lost contact with
reality for a moment.  "Wow, " she said, looking up at him.  "I've never had
one that good before."  "Me either, " he said.  They got up together, and
wiped themselves off, then got dressed again.

                They kissed deeply, and passionately, then went downstairs.
She went into the kitchen, and he headed for the living room.  The doorbell
rang before he could get there, however.  He looked out the window and saw
Sarah standing there.  She was a good friend, of his and Debia's, and it
looked like she had been crying.  He opened the door, and he couldn't help
it, his eyes swept over her body.  She was about 5'6", had long black hair,
hazel eyes, and a smile that made just about everybody faint.  Today, she
was wearing a tight black skirt that went to about mid-thigh, and a light
blue one of those shirts with one button thats just across the breasts,
leaving her stomach exposed.  His eyes scanned all of this in, and he
couldn't help it again, and his erection came back.  Debia walked over to
the door, and she looked at her, and had just about the same reaction Mike
had, except she got wet, not hard.  Sarah just had that affect on people.
But, today, she looked as though she had been crying.  Mike asked her in,
and she wrapped her arms around him, just needing a hug.  "Whats wrong,"
Mike and Debia asked at the same time, though Mike was trying to avoid
pressing too close, which would be extremely embarrassing.  "My boyfriend
just dumped me," she cried.  "Oh no, " Debia said.  "I knew both of you
would be here, cuz you told me you were coming over here last night, and I
needed to talk to somebody.  I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."  Mike
and Debia looked at each other, and grinned.  "No, " Mike said, "You
weren't."  As they walked back to the living room, Debia and Sarah were arm
in arm, all wrapped up tight together, and Mike of course got some very
interesting ideas.  As they were talking, his mind drifted.  Suddenly, he
felt a hand on each of his shoulders, and Debia was one side, and Sarah on
the other.  "We asked you a question, Mike, " Debia said.  "Um...  yes, the
answer is yes."  Laughing, she said, "Good, we hoped you would.  We asked
you whether you had ever thought about Sarah in a not quite so friendly
way."  "Hoping I would?, " he thought.  She continued, "Because she and I
have become slightly more than friends lately, and we both like you.  But,
she had a boyfriend, and couldn't bring herself to ask you to do anything.
And since me and you are together, I didn't hafta worry about it.  But now,
shes alone, and I'm with you, and I'm with her, too, in a way.  So we're all
kinda together, and we're glad you could see it happening."  Mike's mind was
blown away.  "Two gorgeous women, and they both want me, AND they want each
other.  Is this just every guys dream or what?"  Of course, he said nothing.
"So, what do you think, Mike?" Sarah said, as she straddled one of his legs,
and Debia straddled the other.  "Um, uh, um, yes.  Definitely yes.  Does
this mean we three are a couple?" he said, smiling.  Laughing, they replied,
"Yup, and we've decided that there are to be no secrets, and we all tell
each other exactly what we want."  Mike thought for a second, and said,
"Well, Sarah, since I can say this now, I want to kiss you, and Debia, and
see both of you kiss each other.  I've thought about that a few times,
actually, but, I never said anything."  Grinning, Sarah kissed him, trailing
a hand along his chest, her tongue tangling with his.  Debia the did the
same.  Then they looked at each other, and trailed a hand along each other's
chest, gently squeezing each other's breasts, and kissed long and hard.

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