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I see you every week on this bus, and have wanted to approach you for a long time. But I don't, because the only reason I'm interested in you is to fuck you, and I'd never betray my boyfriend to do it. If only he wasn't living in another state right now...
So every week I sit a few seats behind you...you sit in one of the senior citizen seats and chat with the bus driver, so if I sit in the first seat that faces forward, I have a great view. It's a long bus ride late at night, so we're usually the only two on it, and you get off only a few stops before I do.
When I get home, I go to bed and fantasize about having sex with you. First I prepare myself for bed, brushing my teeth and washing my face just as I always do. I take off my clothes and get into bed, beginning to get excited by the feeling of the soft flannel sheet against my body. My right hand snakes down to my cunt and starts its work, while my mind starts its fantasy.
I visualize you on the bus. The first thing I always notice is your body. It's a mixture of hard and soft; you surely weigh at least 300 pounds, but there's clearly a lot of muscle below the fat. Your legs are hard and remind me of tree trunks, and your firm, round ass drives me nuts. As I move up your body in my mind, I see your fat belly and sides, combined with your broad, muscular back. Finally I see your face, with its amazing youthfulness.
After only minutes of this exercise, I can feel myself reaching a climax...but it's not time yet. I stop masturbating, but go further into the fantasy. Now you're standing...we're in my bedroom. I walk up behind you and wrap my arms around you. My breasts ache for attention as I push them up against your strong back; the sensation of your ass against my belly increases my desire. My hands wander over your t-shirt, lovingly caressing every curve until I reach your small, soft breasts. You moan as I fondle your nipples, feeling them become erect under my fingers. I pinch them gently through the t-shirt and realize from your reaction that I've found something you very much enjoy.
I run my hands down your sides to the waist of your pants and below, firmly squeezing your hips between my hands, moving down to your hard thighs. My hands slide around to the front, and move closer and closer to your bulging crotch, as if of their own volition.
My arousal is becoming more insistent, so start to pull your shirt off. Realizing my goal, you finish the job while I remove your pants. Seeing you naked only serves to inflame me further; I realize that at this moment, I want nothing more than to suck your cock until you come. Before I have a chance to kneel down, you remove my shirt and skirt, leaving me dressed only in a front-hook bra. I close my eyes as your hands rest on my broad hips. I concentrate on the sensation -- your smooth, uncalloused hands moving slowly from my hips forward onto my belly...my cunt is throbbing with desire.
Your hands move up to my breasts, where you hold them through their restraints. I can do nothing but stand motionless, nearly shaking from the depth of my arousal. You finally unhook my bra, freeing my breasts for your further ministrations. Immediately I feel my nipples being squeezed, hard, and I almost fall.
Much as I enjoy this, I realize that my original intention has been interrupted, so I kneel down and cup your balls in one hand while I rub your cock gently with the other. My hunger for you is enormous, and I open my mouth wide to cram both of your balls in it at once. I love the feeling of my tongue circling each one, back and forth, over and over...finally, I release your balls and lick my way up to your cockhead in one motion, swiftly enveloping your penis with my mouth. I begin to suck you, forming a firm ring with my lips and sliding your cock in and out of my mouth. Sometimes I stop to play my tongue over the underside or swirl it around the head, fondling your balls with one hand and your ass with the other.
I tire of this eventually, and grab one of your asscheeks in each hand as I pump my head back and forth, moving faster and harder as I sense your need increasing. Finally you tremble as cum shoots into my mouth, and I cease my movements, concentrating on the taste of your come and the feeling of your cock spasming in my mouth. After a minute, we lie down on my bed.
We continue to explore each other's bodies with our hands, while I wait for you to recover. In a couple of minutes, I straddle you and we caress each other's chests. I have always found this position to provide the greatest sensitivity and enjoyment for me in this activity; something to do with my breasts hanging free, no doubt. We apply our mouths as well...you seem to particularly enjoy when I suck and nibble your nipples at the same time. In any case, with my warm, wet cunt resting on your penis and my hands caressing your body, you rapidly become hard again.
I slide your cock into my cunt and settle in, experiencing the satisfying sensation of your cockhead just barely touching my cervix. As you continue to hold my breasts, I start to fuck you, sliding almost all the way up each time. I am oblivious to everything as I ride you on my way to orgasm...I barely notice your warm, wet mouth on my nipples, though it surely helps me on my way.
My tense body rapidly reaches its first orgasm, and I get up off of you, asking you if you might perhaps service me from behind. As you readily agree, I get on my knees, with my elbows resting on the bed and my legs spread slightly. Instead of the cock I expect, I feel your tongue probing me and your hands fondling my buttocks -- something I am certainly not about to object to.
After a minute or two, I do indeed feel the expected pressure of your cock entering me again. I clamp down on it, loving the feeling of you pushing against me, until I again feel your cock on my cervix...this time a little harder, but I am prepared now. I beg you to fuck me as hard as you can, and you seem only too happy to oblige, as I feel you pounding into me shortly thereafter.
With this kind of pressure, neither of us can last long, and I start to come only moments before you slam yourself against me one last time and spend deep inside of me. You collapse on top of me, and we both sink down to the bed, shifting after a few minutes into a more comfortable sleeping position.

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Article 41 of rec.arts.erotica: Path: m2c!husc6!bu.edu!xylogics!samsung!cs.utexas.edu!news-server.csri.toronto.edu!torsqnt!hybrid!robohack!telly!erotica From: kurtc@ucrmath.ucr.edu (kurt cavanaugh) Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica Subject: submission Message-ID: <9006270525.AA25953@ucrmath.ucr.edu> Date: 7 Jul 90 18:39:32 GMT Sender: erotica@telly.on.ca (Evan Leibovitch - moderator) Organization: Sound Software Lines: 303 Approved: erotica@telly.on.ca

It was hot. Too hot to think, much less do anything. The air conditioner man had said that he would fix it, but the thermostat still said 100 and Carrie's blouse still stuck to her chest. The only thing that came out of it was hot, stifling air. She had given up on it when she had gotten home from work and argued with the man who had come out to fix it.
"I remember working on this unit, oh, about two months ago," he had said. His face was thick, wrinkled and red in the sunlight. Even though it was hazy with the Southern Californian smog, the sun seemed extremely bright.
"So, you can fix it?" The silk blouse she had worn to work was beginning to get hot.
"Well, I got to get a compressor. It ain't gonna do much without a compressor." His voice was irritatingly high, despite his grizzled turkey-neck.
"It isn't doing much now. Can you do anything to fix it?" Her pantyhose weren't helping any, either.
"Not without no compressor, I can't."
"Bye, then."
"I'll see if I can't get one in the mornin'"
With those words, he had left. A lot of help that will do me, she thought. 108 outside, in the shade. And it's going to stay that way until at least eight. Shit. She opened up the fridge to get some water. Feeling the coolness, she leaned her body into it. It felt so good. The cool air flowed into her blouse like ice fingers. The sweat between her breasts felt very, very cold. She opened up the freezer side and grabbed some ice, throwing it into a thick tumbler that had the emblem of AT&T on it. She reached up and opened the cabinets above the fridge, taking out a fifth of whiskey. She pored a goodly amount over the ice. That should take off some of the bite, she thought. She took a drink from the cold, dark brown liquid. The thick taste and pungent smell brought back memories. She remembered when she had first had whiskey, when she was fourteen.
"C'Mon, try it!" One of her girlfriends, Trishia, had swiped it from her dad. They had taken it out into the greenbelt/undeveloped area behind the suburban homes, by the creek, hoping to escape the heat and parents. She could smell the roadkill skunk and the sweet scent of the whiskey, mixed in with the honeysuckle and the creek mud.
"Won't your dad notice?" The mud squashed between her toes, and her shorts itched from the rocks she sat on at the bank.

"No, he's an alki. All he ever does is drink. He'll just think he drank it himself." Trishia's face was red. She had already taken a few swigs from it, and was kind of tipsy. Carrie climbed up into one of the low live-oak trees. She hadn't had anything other than wine to drink. She stuck her leg down from the dangling branch into the water.
"So you want me to be an alki too?" Trishia made a disgusting noise with her mouth.
"You won't be an alki. I'm not an alki. I drink."
"No you don't. This is the first time you had anything to drink."
"No it isn't. Your just a wimp. That's why you wouldn't go out with Gene. 'Cause your a wimp."
"Gene's a nerd."
"He may be a nerd, but he knows what he's doing." Trishia took another swig from the mouth of the bottle, this time dribbling some of it onto her sundress. It made a brownish stain on her light tan dress. Trishia was all ways wearing that dress. She was proud of it because it showed her cleavage, or what cleavage she had.
Carrie was pondering what Gene "knew". Trishia had gone out with Gene once, and Carrie had never asked her about it.
"What does does Gene know?" Trishia was trying to rub the stain out. She got some water from the creek and put it on it, and then rubbed it in. It didn't really do anything but cause one of her teats to fall out of her dress.
"Oops..." Carrie giggled, and Trishia did too. It wasn't the first time she had fallen out of that dress.
"What did you say?"
"Ummm, what does Gene know?"
"Here." She gave Carrie the bottle. At first Carrie thought about tossing it, but she didn't. Trishia's dad might need it back.
"Take a drink and I'll tell you."
"I'm not gonna drink this."
"Fine." Trishia sat down hard on the bank and began to throw rocks into the water. There weren't that many rocks, and Trishia was hoping that Carrie's famous curiosity would get the best of her.
"How much?"
"Just a swallow..." Trishia turned around. She looked straight into Carries blue eyes. Carrie unscrewed the lid and brought the bottle to her mouth. Her face puckered up as she took a sip from the bottle.
"A swallow..."
Carrie paused, and then leaned the bottle back. A single bubble rose to the bottom of the bottle.Carrie put the bottle down and screwed the cap back on.
"A swallow usually involves swallowing." Carried swallowed the whiskey, then gasped for air. She promptly fell out of the tree and into the creek. The water splashed up into the air, muddying the bank further.
"Carrie!" Carrie climbed out of the water and tossed the bottle into the sand.
"Hey, Carrie!" Carrie stood three inches taller that Trishia.
"It wasn't my fault you fell in!" Carrie grabbed Trishia around the waist and hurled her bodily into the creek. Then she laughed a deep and hearty laugh while Trishia tried to splash her some more from the creek. Carrie picked up the bottle, unscrewed it and took another swig. By force of will, she held it down. Trishia threw her long, thick black hair back off of her head so she could see and climbed back onto the shore. She tossed herself down into a patch of waning sunlight and closed her eyes. Carrie sat down next to her, crosslegged. She noticed that Trishias black hair showed through her skirt and panties.
"So..."
"I'm not telling you now. You threw me in the creek." Trishia tried to pout, but she kept cracking up.
"C'mon, tell me. I took a drink!" She held up the bottle for evidence.
"Well, all right. What do you want to know?"
"Well... what does Gene 'know'?"
"Alot"
"Alot about what?"
"About women..."
"What about 'women'?" Carrie was fascinated by now. The whiskey had begun to takes its effect on her fourteen year old brain.
"How to... well... make them feel good."
"How does he make them feel good?"
"He taught me something."
"What? Where did you go?"
"We went out behind his house. He live in Beaumont, so he has about a thousand acres of land. He took me out to one of his tree houses."
"Did you... neck?"
"Yeah. He taught he how to french kiss."
"What?"
"When you put your tongue into the guys mouth." She stuck her tongue out and wiggled around.
"Did you like it?"
"Yeah... then he.. have you ever played with yourself?"
"Huh?"
"You know....."
"Well, yes. Once or twice..."
"Sure. Once or twice. He did that to me."
"You let him?"
"I had to practically put his hand there! He kept screwing around with my teats. After he pushed my skirt up, he forgot about it." Cassie looked down at her relatively flat chest. Why'd Gene want to go out with me, she thought?
"What did it feel like?"
"Kinda like it normally does, but different. He was kinda clumsy. He kept trying to stick his fingers up my butt. I got really wet and sticky! I was pretty horny by now, so I had to finish myself. He just kept playing with my butt. He didn't even take of my panties. He just let them get all wet. I just stuck my hand under the waist band and finished what he started."
"Then what did you do?" The image of Trishia "finishing" had Carrie very excited. She had never told anyone, but she frequently had fantasies about women she saw in her brothers Playboy magazine. She had stolen one and masturbated for almost two days straight afterwards. Now she was having fantasies about Trishia.
"He showed me how to suck dick. I took his dick out of his pants. It was so hard by now, it was all red and veiny. I started to stroke it, and a little thing of sticky fluid came out. He was groaning, and he push it towards my mouth. I didn't really understand what he wanted until he said 'suck it'. I didn't really want to, but I figured I might as well. It did look kind of gross. So I opened up my mouth and put it in. I still had my hand down my panties. I was starting to feel like I was going to come. It tasted like someones finger, except sweet and hot. I started to suck. 'Don"t suck' he said, 'Use your tongue!'. So I began to swirl my tongue around his dick and the head. His hips started to pump in and out, so that his dick came out of my mouth. I grabbed him and put it back in. I was starting to enjoy this... kind of like a lollipop. I pushed my panties further down so I could get a finger in my pussy. I grabbed his butt and started to suck and lick as hard as I could. He started to groan, and then tried to pull away. He said he was going to come. I didn't pay attention. Then I tasted a sweet, salty taste and Gene groaned. There was this stuff in my mouth, so I swallowed it."
"You swallowed his cum?"
"Yeah. It was in my mouth, anyways. So then he zipped up his pants and rolled over. I was still horny. My hand hadn't satisfied me much. I didn't end up coming. I tried to get him to roll over, but he just mumbled something, and so I left. God, I wish he had fucked me."
"Show me how to...."
"Suck dick?"
"Yeah...." Carrie was very excited. As Trishia dried off, the cloth of her dress had stuck to the curves of her bodies. Her nipples were poking out from under the thin fabric, and she could see the telltale erection of her clitoris by the dark area in her crotch. Carrie closed her legs.
"Here." Trishia handed Carrie the bottle. "Put this in your mouth. Be careful!."
"Hmmm..."
"No, that won't work. Come here." Trishia put her finger into Carrie mouth.
"Now, lick around my finger. Thats good. Pretend its a dick. Hey! Don't bite it!"
"Hmmm, hmm"
"Now start sucking. Y'know, that feels good. No wonder guys like it so much. " Trishia stood up and put her finger at her crotch, poking out.
"Just kneel there and try it. This is how I had to do it for Gene." Carrie kneeled down. Now, all she could smell was Trishia. Her hands came up and grabbed her trim buttocks and began to caress them. How many times she had held her own buttocks like this. She pushed her head against Trishias hand, forcing it against her crotch. Trishia put one of her hands into Carries hair, the other one began stroking her hot,damp pussy. Carrie put one of her hands underneath Trishias dress, caressing the flesh pushed tight against the nylon panties. She looked up and saw Trishias eyes closed in pleasure. She put one finger underneath the waist band and pulled the panties down to Trishias thighs. Trishia smiled and moved both of her hands to Carries head.

One of Carries fingers traced the bottom of Trishias buttock. With the other she lifted Trishias skirt and moved her head away for a moment.

"Trishia?"
"Yes...."
"I think I love you..."
Trishia knelt down and kissed Carrie on the mouth. She pulled off Carries T-Shirt and pushed her back into the sand. Carries small breast were still wet from the creek water, and the nipples were hard. Carries tongue slid into Trishias mouth, and her legs wrapped around her waist. Carrie began to hump Trishia soundly.

"Wait... let me do something here" said Trishia. She stood up and unbuttoned the front of here dress, letting her breasts free. carrie pulled her panties the rest of the way down. Trishia undid the buttons on the front of Carries shorts, startled to see the blond hair underneath.
"I ran out this morning."
"Good..." Trishia slipped a finger down to Carries pussy lips and began to stroke rhythmically. She caressed Carries nipple with her thumb and fore finger. Carrie leaned back onto the sand, underneath Trishias pleasant weight. Carrie pushed her crotch willingly into Trishias expert fingers, feeling the rush of orgasm fill her hips. She move in the same rythm as Trishia, as her hands explored her body. She gently stroked the clitoris at one moment, move to slide a finger inbetween her moist lips the next. Trishia knew when Carrie made that slight catch of breath what to do. She slid her middle finger into her pussy as far as she could and began to stroke.Carries body went stiff underneath her as she came like she had never before.

"Still horny?" asked Trishia.
"Yes..."
"Good... so am I."
"You said that you wished that Gene had fucked..."
"Yeah, I think maybe not."
"Let me fuck you."
"How?"
Carrie simply picked up the whiskey bottle. Trishia let out a slight groan.
Carrie pushed the bottle up against Trishia mouths. At first, she didn't let it in. Then, Carrie began to play with her nipple. The bottle slid between Trishias lips.
"Suck me..."
Carries stroked the base of the bottle with her fingers, as if it where flesh. Then she slid one of her bare knees between Trishias legs and up against her hot, wet crotch. Trishia began to stroke against her, leaving a damp sticky spot. Carrie began to lick one of Trishias breasts, slowly. She felt the firmness in her mouth, and bit on one of the hard nipples. Trishia let out a groan and began to ride faster against Carries thigh. Carrie let one hand go down to her partners vagina and stroke her clit. Long, soft stokes on the warm skin. The soft pussy hair tickled her leg. Carrie grabbed Trishia by the buttocks and spread her legs wide. She looked down at the pink, inflamed lips and the damp hair. She took her finger and slid it into her friend and lovers aroused cunt and began to stroke.
Slowly she increased the tempo until Trishia began to ride with the motion. Then, she took the bottle out of Trishias mouth and out it into her own. She licked all around the neck, and made sure the lid was on tight. She removed her hands completely from Trishia. Trishia grabbed her and tried to place her hand back on her raging cunt. Carrie slid the bottle into her own shorts, letting the neck get damp with her excitement. Then she ran it down the length of Trishias smooth belly. Trishia began to hump the air in her arousal. Carrie grabbed one of Trishias hands from her own pussy, and put it on her own. Then, she began to tease Trishias pussy with the bottle. She ran it across the lips, around the pussy and against her ass. Finally, she put her hand against Trishias wet pussy and spread her lips wide. "Fuck me!" So she did.
She slid it in slowly at first, and then out again. She threw one leg over Trishias body and planted her knees on either side of her. She put both hands on the bottle and slid it in slowly and firmly. One of Trishias hands was still dancing in her shorts. Trishia somehow managed to pull the down slightly.
"I want to see your pussy."
Carrie began to remove her shorts.
"Don't stop fucking me... I'll get them. " Carrie moved her legs, and Trishia began to work the tight shorts of off Carries ass. The sensation of the cotton rubbing against her excited clit made Carrie pump faster. The part of the bottle that widened was now pushing up against Trishias clit, sending jolts through her pelvis. Carries other hand slid around the lips, making sure that Trishia was getting the most out of it that she could. Trishia finally worked Carries shorts off of her. She pulled one of her legs over her head. Carrie let out a gasp of pleasure when Trishias hot tongue began to work on her inflamed pussy. She used one hand to stroke her pussy hair. She began to pump harder, pushing the glass into Trishias pussy. She moved her head down to taste Trishias juices. She licked all around the vagina, tasting the lubricants there. Trishias tongue quickly brought Carrie to orgasm, her cunt spilling it remaining lubricant onto her legs and her partners face as Trishia went rigid with pleasure. She took out the bottle and licked her pussy clean.
Trishia and Carrie were in love for four years. They eventually had a fight over a guy, and went to different colleges. Carrie still loved Trishia, but she had to try it with Gene. They ended up getting a divorce. In fact, Carrie still had Trishias number. She looked down at the dampness on her body and decided to find that number. She opened up her blouse and began to massage her breast through her bra. It turned out that she had developed in her own right. She dialed the phone, and slipped a finger into her skirt.
"Hello? Trishia?"
"Yeah... who is this?"
"It's Carrie. I got this bottle of whiskey..."

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Article 42 of rec.arts.erotica: Path: m2c!husc6!bu.edu!xylogics!samsung!uunet!clyde.concordia.ca!news-server.csri.toronto.edu!torsqnt!hybrid!robohack!telly!erotica From: jeffvv@ucmd2Dayton.NCR.COM (Jeff Van Voorhis) Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica Subject: The College Dormitory Shower Message-ID: <9006291727.AA04055@uunet.uu.net> Date: 7 Jul 90 18:43:07 GMT Sender: erotica@telly.on.ca (Evan Leibovitch - moderator) Organization: Sound Software Lines: 142 Approved: erotica@telly.on.ca To: erotica@telly.on.ca

The College Dormitory Shower

It was 6 A.M. when Ann hit the showers. She had an 8 o'clock class what was it? Anthropology? God, why did she sign up for that subject? Oh well, she needed an easy elective. How else was she going to maintain her busy social schedule?

As the hot water beat softly against her young and supple skin, the fog started to clear from her head and she remembered that she wasn't in her private shower back home. She lives in a college dormitory now and the showers were all open to each other. "Why don't they provide a little privacy around here?" Oh well, Ann secretly enjoyed the lack of privacy. Sometimes she found herself wondering, with a certain sense of excitement, just who would be joining her in the shower each morning. She would cast her eyes shyly to the floor and become very quiet as she struggled to find an excuse to look at her bathing partner. Just how long do normal women look at each other in the buff? Would anyone suspect anything if her eyes stopped momentarily to appreciate certain portions of female anatomy?

Ann often worried herself. After all, she only dated men. She had never been to bed with another woman. She thought of herself as quite heterosexual. And yet?------ Oh God, what was she going to do with these feelings?

Ann's troubling thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another shower being turned on. Startled, she glanced across the tiled floor to the shower stall opposite her. It was little Mary. Actually, little Mary wasn't so little. She was only about 5 feet 1 inches tall but she had round firm breasts the size of cantaloupes.

Ann and Mary said good morning to each other politely and then looked away. Ann reached for her soap and worked up a lather. Her hands went to her own breasts which were quite large also. She felt aroused, her nipples were erect. She started to feel embarrassed. She pulled her hands away from these sensitive organs and began to wash her back and arms. She dared to sneak another quick look at Mary. Mary was bent over reaching for her bottle of shampoo on the shower floor. Her back was turned towards Ann and the view left nothing to the imagination. Little Mary was wide open. Ann's soapy hands darted back and forth over her own swollen genitals.

Ann's embarrassment was beginning to turn to guilt. She wondered what Mary would think of her if she knew how sexually aroused the sight of her nakedness had made her. Oh, how she longed to touch her just once, to press her lips against her's-----hard! To wrap her hands around Mary's gorgeous tits and suck each nipple into her mouth. Would Mary become wet? Would she want more? Or would she tell everyone that Ann was a freak and that they should keep their doors locked? Ann became very frightened by such thoughts. For a moment she would lose her sexual desire and retreat into a secret corner of her mind. Mary abruptly ended such an escape with "Do you have any conditioner?" She was all cheery and wide eyed, standing directly in front of Ann. Her breasts heaved with a little girlish sigh.

Ann stumbled for words as she handed Mary the bottle of conditioner. "Sure---uh---here you are---uh--." Mary said thanks in the same cheery fashion, gently tweaked Ann's left nipple, turned and went back to her own shower stall. Ann was totally stunned. "Why had Mary touched her nipple?" "What did she mean by it?" "Was she just joking around or does Mary entertain some of the same sexual fantasies I do?" Now Ann was determined to find out if Mary was as sexually aroused as she was. To hell with what others might find out or think of her. She wanted Mary in the worst way and if there was any chance... Well, the risk is worth it.

Ann walked deliberately towards Mary. As Ann approached, Mary turned and smiled. "Need your conditioner back," she said? Ann hesitantly took the bottle from Mary's hand and as she did her eyes fell upon Mary's breasts. They were so round and firm and they stood there at attention as if asking to be admired. Ann's free hand reached for Mary's right breast. She gently cupped it and began tracing circles around it with her fingers. Mary stiffened a little at first but offered no resistance to Ann's advance. As she continued to massage Mary's breast with her left hand, Ann dropped the bottle of conditioner. She brought her right hand to Mary's breast and now squeezed and fondled these breasts she had admired for so long with both hands. The touch of Mary's skin was ten times more delicious than she had imagined it would be. Ann was becoming very aroused and she could feel her clitoris beginning to throb with anticipation. Vaginal secretions were beginning to flow in abundance and she could feel them trickling down the inside of her left thigh. Ann let out a deep but barely audible moan as she gloried in the excitement of the moment. "How is little Mary's pussy doing," she thought as she reached with her right hand to caress the little dark patch of hair that covered it. Gently she pulled at the curls and then slowly slid her middle finger into Mary's wet vagina. She traced the inner and outer lips with her exploring finger, they were slippery with Mary's excitement. Ann found her clitoris and began to massage it gently. The excitement Ann felt was overwhelming. Mary struggled to quiet her screams of delight by burying her face in the crook of Ann's neck and shoulder. Ann continued to finger Mary's now swollen clit. Periodically Ann would bring lubrication from Mary's vagina to her clit by inserting her finger a few inches. Mary's knees were beginning to get weak and she was holding on to Ann very tightly so she wouldn't fall. The water from the shower was drenching both of them and it was making things very slippery. Ann decided she had better lie Mary down before they both fell and hurt themselves. As Ann help Mary to the floor she came face to face with Mary's beautiful snatch. She ventured a taste, allowing her tongue to flick lightly over Mary's moist lips. Ann marvelled at the sweet taste of Mary's delicious sex. She went wild. She began to suck and lick and mouth every part of Mary's womanhood. Her tongue finally came to rest on Mary's throbbing clit. As Ann slowly and methodically licked her love button, Mary was writhing on the floor of the shower in a state of shear ecstasy. Ann reached up to grasp both of Mary's nipples while she continued to feast on her now very juicy pussy and as she gently pinched them between her thumb and forefinger, Mary came. Mary's supple body convulsed with waves of pleasure and she let out a quiet scream. Then her body went completely limp and she moaned softly. Ann felt very pleased with herself as she looked at the gentle contented smile on Mary's face.

Ann glanced at the wall clock as she helped Mary to her feet. It was now 6:45 A.M. Ann thought, "lucky no one walked in and discovered our morning interlude." They began to gather their things to get out of there before someone did walk in on them. As they started to leave the room, Mary grabbed Ann's arm gently and said, "why don't you come down to my room for a few minutes?" Ann obliged.

Mary's roommate had already left for class when they arrived. As they entered the room Mary closed the door and locked it. "You won't mind being a little late for class this morning will you," Mary asked coyly? Ann smiled, "no, I won't mind at all," she replied. Mary undid the knot in Ann's towel and it fell to the floor. She knelt down and spread Ann's pussy lips, exposing her clit. Ann's eyes closed with a flutter and she braced herself against the door behind her. Her pussy was already wet but as Mary began to lick gently on her swollen clit the love juices began to flow like a river down the inside of both thighs. The walls of her vagina were contracting so hard that her stomach was heaving in and out in an obvious fashion. Mary's tongue was flicking and caressing her clit and she could feel a finger thrusting deep into her vagina. She felt as if she were going to explode. And she did, all over Mary. Her pussy juices gushed out as her entire body shuddered in ecstasy. Mary didn't mind the unexpected shower, she just patted herself dry with Ann's towel and let out a little giggle. Ann slowly slumped to her knees, lost in her own world of orgasmic bliss.

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