## Archive-name: happy-new-year

From: cboyer@nando.net (Charles Boyer)

Subject: Happy New Year!

Keywords: mf ff group

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"Damn! Where *is* that taxi!" Brad cried as he looked out the window for the umpteenth time. He paced in a circle, a concerned look on his face contrasting with his formal attire. "Relax, honey! It'll be here soon!" Tanya said, trying to calm her boyfriend. She knew how he hated to wait, how wanted everything to be perfect. She also felt a little guilty about asking him to let her room-mate, Ellen, come along. Brad and Ellen had always gotten along well, but Tanya was afraid her presence might upset Brad. Ellen had broken off with her fiancee' shortly after Thanksgiving, and had a rough Christmas. Tanya felt it important for Ellen to start the New Year off with a little fun, partially to put her ex- behind, partially because Tanya knew her friend didn't want to stay home and watch Dick Clark in a bathrobe with a beer and popcorn.

"I know, I know!" Brad said. I just want us to have fun! Look at you two! You're marvelous! We can't stay home all night!"

"Oh, I'm having fun, Brad. Don't worry. We'll think of something to do." Ellen said. She walked behind him, and began massaging his shoulders. He softened beneath her fingers, and started to relax.

After a moment, he looked up guiltily at Tanya, and said, "I'm sorry. And thanks for the massage, El. It feels great."

"Keep on, Ellen. You're taming the tiger." Tanya said, smiling at her room-mate. "I'll call the cab company again while you ease his worried mind." She went to their kitchen, and picked up the phone, pressing re-dial. "Hi, this is Tanya Copeland. We requested a cab about an hour and half ago, and were wondering when it would get here...yes I'll hold."

He's looking to see what place we are, guys. Just a sec. Yes? Right. Another hour! Why so long? All right...thanks." Tanya hung the phone in disgust.

Another hour guys. Want to drink some champagne?" she said to Brad and Ellen. Brad made a face, but said nothing.

"I know!" Ellen said. "Let's play a drinking game, like we did back at State!"

"Like what? Up the River, Down the River?" Brad said suspiciously.

"No, let's make it more fun. Let's play Truth or Dare."

"Truth or Dare!" Tanya cried in surpass. "I don't know..."

"Might as well, " Brad said, "Maybe we'll get some of Paul's secrets out of Ellen."

Tanya laughed. "Yeah, we heard you two many a night, El. I'll get the glasses. This ought to be good."

"Okay. Who's turn is it now?" Brad asked.

"Yours, Brad. I'm asking." Ellen said. "Lessee, Brad. Truth, or Dare?" she asked.

"Truth."

"Okay, if there's one thing about Tanya, you could change, what would it be?"

"Well, nothing! She's perfect!"

"Good answer, honey." Tanya said, kissing him on the cheek. "But surely there's something..."

"Ummmm, do I have to answer? it's kind of private!"

"Yes, you HAVE to answer. Or do a dare."

"You sure?" he asked her. She smiled, nodding, and leaned forward. "It's sexual! But it's not BAD!"

"Then tell me!" Tanya laughed.

"Yeah, tell us!" Ellen chimed in, drinking from her glass.

"Okay, you asked for it. If I could change one thing--well, umm, I'd get you to shave yourself."

"Shave myself? Are my legs hairy?" Tanya said, sticking one up for both to see.

"Nope, definitely not hairy, girlfriend," Ellen said, reaching up and rubbing Tanya's leg. "Smooth as silk."

"Noo, you know, shave you SELF!" Brad said.

"You mean my pussy!?!" Tanya said, laughing out loud. "Brad! I never knew!"

"Well, you asked! The hair rubs my face!"

"I never knew!" Tanya said, still laughing. "But it'd ITCH!"

"No it doesn't," Ellen said. "Paul got me to do mine. Now I do it because I like the way it looks."

"It didn't itch?" Tanya asked.

"No, well, yes, at first. But it doesn't anymore unless I let it grow back. And it makes me more, well, sensitive. And the my panties used to pull at the hair! It hurt!" said Ellen. She crossed her legs, suddenly self-conscious.

"Maybe we've had too much to drink, girls." Brad said, trying to change the subject. "Where's that cab?"

"It's not coming, I guess" Tanya said. "Besides, this is just getting interesting. Brad, you pick. Who drinks?"

"I guess Ellen. She told ore truth than me!" Brad raised a glass Ellen. "Cheers!"

"Salud! You're turn, Tanya!" Ellen said.

"Okay. I'll take dare."

"well, since Brad wants me to," Tanya said, glancing at Brad, "Show me how you do it and so I won't cut myself! That's why I never --"

"No fair! We can't do that now!" Brad protested.

"Why not? We're stuck here tonight!" Tanya said.

"Now?" Ellen said. "You'll have to take off that dress!"

"Now. Why not. It'll be my resolution."

"Okay....if you want." Ellen said. "Let's go to the bathroom."

"Okay. Back in a few minutes, honey."

Brad was laughing. "You're serious!"

"My New Year's present to you. I'll show you later."

Brad laughed, and drank from the bottle. His girlfriend was drunk. Out of control, he thought.

In the bathroom, Ellen said, "I always use this Nutragena lotion. It doesn't sting, and it lasts longer than shaving cream. The trick is to, well, I'll have to show you." She pulled up her dress, then over her, and set it on the counter. She had on a black g-string, barely an inch and a half wide. She pulled it down, and threw it on the floor. It left her standing in nothing but her stockings and heels.

Ellen then picked up the lotion, and spread it on her pussy lips. Her pussy was bare, save for a small patch on her Mons Veneris. "I like this part. This lotion always feels nice."

"It's pretty. No wonder Brad likes that sort of thing." Tanya said.

"Then I take a *sharp* razor, and shave from my leg in towards my lips. I don't cut myself that way." Ellen instructed. She did as she described, occasionally washing the razor in the bathroom's sink. After a moment, she finished. She picked up the lotion and spread it on her fingers. "The hard part is doing around my ass. I can't see, so I have to be careful!"

"Your ass! Oh, I guess you'd have to." Tanya said, drinking from her champagne.

"Yeah, I could cut myself good, so I'm real careful. Like this. Watch." Ellen then reached behind her with her fingertips covered in the lotion. She smeared it between her ass-cheeks, coating her rosebud liberally. After washing the razor, she slowly and carefully removed what little stubble there was on her behind. "That's all there is to it!" Ellen concluded. "Oh, of course, then I shower off."

"Okay, here goes nothing!" Tanya said, stripping herself. She took some lotion on her hand and started to rub it on the bottom of her pussy. She felt excited by the idea. She was the daring sort, but only when she pushed a little. Brad had never asked her for this before, and she wasn't sure what she'd have said if it weren't for the cocktails. "Mmmmm, that feels nice." Her pussy was starting to add it's own lotion to the mix.

"Well, girlfriend, I'll help you this time." Ellen said. "put your leg on the counter, and I'll clean you up so we can't get back out there. Then maybe we can play with Brad a little."

"Okay. I'm worried that I'm a little too drunk to do this." Tanya agreed. "What do you want to do to Brad?"

"You'll see...just play along. " Ellen replied, sitting below "ohh, use a lot more lotion than that! Here, let me. " Ellen then poured out a lot of the Nutragena, and started to spread it on Tanya.

Tanya involuntarily pushed her pussy towards Ellen's massaging fingers and let out a little moan. "That feels nice, El..."

Ellen didn't seem to notice as she continued working. After a few minutes, she was done up front, and turned Tanya around. Carefully, she cleaned around Tanya's rear, until all that was left was lotion and razor stubble. "There! all done. Now, let's just rinse off, and get back to Brad." She reached for a rag, but Tanya stopped her.

"No, I'll just jump in the shower." She took off the rest of her clothes, her bra, stockings, garter and heels. After a minute, the water was warm, and Tanya jumped into it's stream. "Want to rinse off too?" she said.

"Probably a good idea. Hurry up!"

"Just jump in. I'm almost done."

"Sure? Okay." In a moment, Ellen joined Tanya in the shower stall.

"Just let me rinse my behind!" Tanya said.

"You look nice!" Ellen said, admiring her friend's newly shorn pussy. "Much better than mine!"

"Thanks. But your looks nice too! I'm not sure I could have done this if yours hadn't been so pretty!" Tanya replied, returning the favor. She took the soap bar, and touched her sex with it. "Mmmm. That feels nice, El. you're right. It's a LOT more sensitive."

"I like it. Finished?"

"Almost. Here's the soap." Tanya extended her hand to give the soap to Ellen, but she missed, and brushed up against her pussy instead. Ellen didn't withdraw. Instead, she pushed forward slightly with a deep sigh.

"That feels n-n-ice. It's been along time."

"Have you ever?"

"Umm, yeah, once. In college."

"What was it like?"

"Different. I liked it, but I still like guys the best. Actually, right now, my vibrator."

"Yeah, before Brad, my Prelude was my best friend." Tanya said. "It must suck."

"It does, but being with Asshole sucks even more."

"You'll meet someone." Tanya gave Ellen a hug. "Love you!" she said.

Ellen returned the hug, and gave Tanya a kiss on the neck. "Thanks. Knowing you care has helped a lot."

"Well, Tanya...it's your turn." Ellen said. "What do you want, truth, or dare?" "Dare!" Tanya replied, slyly smiling at her friend. They'd laid a plan in the bathroom, one meant to shock Brad good.

"Okay. Show Brad your new pussy!"

"All right." Tanya stood before Brad, and lifted her mini-dress. She had replaced her stockings and garter, but had left off her underwear. "Like it, honey?" she asked him.

For a moment, Brad was speechless. Tanya's pussy hair was gone, save for a little heart-shaped patch on her mound. Her blonde hairs were fine there, but everywhere else, there was nothing but pink skin. "Ohhh, God, yes, I like it a lot!"

"Have you ever seen another shaved pussy?" she asked him.

"No, just in magazines. I've always wanted..."

Ellen started laughing. "Told you he'd wouldn't have anything to say for once!"

"Yeah, you guys got me this time! Now, who drinks?"

"Ellen!" Tanya said. "A whole glass. It's almost midnight! And it's your turn, Brad!"

"Truth!" he said.

"Should we, El?" Tanya said.

"Let's." was all the reply that came.

"Okay, Brad, since you're so BRAVE, here's a toughie. Who has a prettier pussy, me or Ellen?" As Tanya spoke, Ellen had walked in front of Brad, and had pulled her short dress up in front as well. Her dress was similar, and they both stood before him, legs shoulder apart, cunts mere inches from his eyes, and his mouth.

"Tanya! You! But Ellen, yours is pretty too!" he said, in shock.

"You sure, Brad? Maybe you'd better look closer!" Both of them reached between their legs, and opened their pussies before him.

"Nope. It's Tanya. But you're still beautiful, Ellen!"

"Thanks, Brad." Ellen said.

The clock then struck midnight. 1995. No one had noticed Dick Clark in Times Square.

Brad stood and gave Tanya a deep kiss. For a moment, Ellen waited, then blurted out, "Hey! No fair! Give me a New Year's Kiss too!"

Brad reached over and kissed Ellen's cheek. "Happy New Year!"

"No, Brad!" Tanya objected. Kiss her better than that!"

Brad complied, and kissed Ellen on the lips. Ellen reached behind Brad, and pulled him closer, meanwhile, her tongue parted his lips and met his. They wrestled inside his mouth for a moment, then he pulled back.

"It's okay, Brad." Tanya said. "Wish her a Happy New Year!" She reached up and tried to kiss Ellen's cheek. The champagne again affected her aim, and she met Ellen fully on the lips. Neither pulled back quickly, and they left Brad to stand and gaze at them.

"Group hug!" Brad cried, and grabbed both of them.

"Group kiss!" Tanya retorted, and they all met in the middle, kissing each other feverishly.

"Happy New Year!" Ellen said. "Happy nineteen-no-fucking-Paul-ninety-five!"

"Happy nineteen-no-fucking-Paul!! Tanya and Brad simultaneously said.

"Truth or Dare, Ellen?" Tanya said.

"Dare! Dare me!" she replied.

"I dare you to make another one of Brad's fantasies come true! I DARE you come to bed with us!"

"Me?" she said. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want you both. To start off nineteen-no-fucking-Paul-ninety-five!!" She reached over and grabbed Brad's cock through his pants, and noticed it was already fully hard beneath his boxers. She also reached over and grabbed Ellen's ass from behind and said, "And make one of MY fantasies come true too!"

They went in the bedroom and both women began to strip Brad. He stood as his shirt and his tuxedo pants were both pulled down by two airs of hands, his shoes untied, and when he stepped out of them his sock. Finally, his boxers, leaving him wearing nothing but his Halston cologne.

Ellen kissed him as Tanya took him in her mouth, and when he seemed like he was about to come, Tanya pulled off and pinched the head of his cock lightly in order to stop his orgasm. "Not so fast, honey." she said. "Don't forget El."

Tanya then took Ellen's hand and kissed her again, this time more fully and deeply. After a moment she stopped and whispered, "Now enjoy something Brad's really good at."

Ellen was silent. Tanya then whispered in Brad's ear, "make her come. Let me watch you eat Ellen."

She took Ellen's hand, and laid her on her bed. "Just enjoy this. I want you to." Looking at Brad, she said, "And you too!"

Brad kissed his girlfriend. "Yes m'am!" he said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. He then kissed Ellen, and started working his way from her mouth to her ears, then her neck. He bit her softly and reached down to her sex, and rubbed the inside of her thighs as he kissed her nape, then moved closer in on her sex as he moved towards her nipples. They were hard on his arrival, but Brad took his time, slowly circling the areola of her right breast.

Finally, he touched her nipple and clitoris at the same time and sent a shudder through Ellen's body. Her breath was short, and she started to moan. "Taste me, Brad! Please taste me!"

Brad moved down between Ellen's leg and kissed her thighs, lightly biting each one. He moved inexorably towards her sex, and meanwhile, his hands were massaging her firm breasts, then pinching her nipples between his fingertips. Finally he arrived at her labia, and slowly licked upwards from her vagina to her clitoris. Once there, he took her clit between his teeth softly, and holding it in place, licked it in rhythm to the music playing on the clock radio.

Ellen's orgasm was building quickly, and Tanya moved Brad's hands away from Ellen's breasts. She took a nipple in her mouth, sucking it tentatively at first, then harder as Ellen pushed her breast onto Tanya's lips. "Let me taste your sex, Tanya..." Ellen said, then she fell silent as Tanya placed a wet finger in her mouth. Ellen sucked on it as she came, her pussy gyrating against Brad's mouth.

"Kiss me, lover, " Brad said. Tanya obeyed. She kissed Brad as Ellen lay there for a moment.

Ellen then reached up and began massaging Tanya's breasts as she continued kissing Brad. "Let me taste your sex," Ellen repeated. "I want you now..."

She pulled Tanya towards her. Instinctively, Tanya climbed atop Ellen's face, and lowered herself onto her mouth. Ellen's lips were smaller than Brad's, but her tongue found Tanya's secret place faster than even Brad did. As she came, Brad kissed her.

"Take her now. I want to watch." Tanya said to Brad. She was still atop Ellen, and reached down to Ellen's legs and spread them open. Tanya then took Brad's penis, and moved to Ellen's soft, wet cunt. As it neared the entrance, Tanya guided it into Ellen. She kissed Brad and said, "I'm going to watch now..." She climbed off Ellen, and moved to the end of the bed, laying on her side.

Brad began slowly moving himself inside Ellen. She rose to meet him, drawing his strokes in deeper. In a moment, they were in a steady rhythm, with Ellen's ass arching into Brad's cock with every stroke. Their lust continued to build until a slapping sound was made as they met.

Ellen's reached around Brad's ass with her hands, then began to lightly scratch him with her fingertips. He began to moan gutturally with pleasure at the additional stimulation her nails provided. From behind, Tanya continued to watch, her eyes fixed on Ellen's cunt as Brad pound her from the top. She thought it incredible they way Ellen's pink lips clung to his cock as he withdrew for an additional stroke. The smell of another women's sex was exhilarating to her, as was the slapping sound of skin as they met at the bottom.

Tanya had never really thought about the details of sex before, she had only enjoyed her lover's machinations as they built her pleasure. Now to her great surprise, she was watching her boyfriend, the man she loved, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure of another woman. Even more to her surprise was that it didn't make her the least bit jealous, instead, it only gave her swollen sex a hunger it had never felt before. Two of her fingers reached into her now bare cunt, pumping with the same beat as Brad's cock in another woman's sex. She loved the feel of her pussy being bare, and even more so look on Brad's face when he saw it for the first time. A stream of her pussy juice had dripped onto her rosebud, and she added to her pleasure with her other hand, letting her fingers circle her ass and reach inside her rosebud. For a moment, she forgot about Brad and Ellen as her own orgasm consumed her consciousness.

As Tanya's awareness began to rise, she noticed Ellen's screams were louder than Brad's. Her fingers were scratching wildly at his ass now, leaving red streaks beneath her nails that in a moment matched their scarlet color. Tanya lay there analytically, watching another woman's orgasm build beneath her lover's cock, in almost the same manner as her own. She'd read much about sex in her teen years, and knew what the signs were, but she'd never *seen* them before, she'd never noticed her own cunt lips swell, her skin flush red with sweat, her own belly heaving involuntarily as the crescendo became inevitable. She and Brad had played around with their video camera, but somehow the effect had been lost on the television as they sat and watched themselves. She could see it now, though, and knew she'd have to see it again, and again...

Then, Tanya could take no more -- she had to join into the fun. There was no safe place in the ferocious action between Brad and Ellen, so she circled back behind them, and starting rimming Brad's asshole with her tongue, trying to hold onto the bucking bronco the two of them were making. With a free hand, she reached beneath them and stuck a delicate finger into Ellen's ass for good measure. For Brad and Ellen, it was like throwing gasoline on the fire. Both erupted simultaneously, Brad's come pumping into Ellen's willing and pumping cunt. It seemed to last forever, but finally, he slowed, exhausted by the experience. Ellen was spent too. For a moment they are rested, with Brad's cock going soft still deep in Ellen.

"Move over, Brad...Ellen needs me." Tanya said after a moment. Brad was quick to comply, and rolled over on his back, still heaving heavily. Ellen didn't move, her exhaustion obvious. Tanya got between her legs and began licking Ellen's pussy, slowly on the outside. She liked the taste of it -- it was like her own flavor, but different...This tickled Ellen, and her cunt twitched at the touch of Tanya's tongue. With each spasm, Brad's jism started seeping out of Ellen's swollen cunt. Seeing this, Tanya moved her tongue to the flow, lapping at the white liquid as it poured. Ellen started moaning again, and she began to rubbing the back of Tanya's head as she lapped at her pussy. After a moment, Ellen came again, suddenly and violently. As her pussy spasmed, Brad's seed spewed forth again, this time from Ellen's sex. It covered Tanya's lips and cheeks, creating a mask of come and cunt juice all mixed together. Her orgasm subsiding, Ellen pulled Tanya to her mouth and kissed her. Brad lay on his side for a moment, watching his girlfriend eat his seed from her roommate's pussy. It stirred him again, and his cock started to harden. He returned Tanya's favor, and began lapping at her asshole as she resumed pleasuring Ellen. She enjoyed this, and her ass started opening in rhythm, allowing him to put his tongue into her as far as it would reach. Brad loved the muskiness, the forbidden pleasure of Tanya's ass.

"Fuck my ass, love," Tanya said over her shoulder, then returned to Ellen's pussy. Bead obliged, and slowly coated his cock liberally in the Astro-Glide kept for her vibrator. Then, as Tanya continued with Ellen, he pulled her ass-cheeks apart, he slid himself into her waiting asshole. It had an incredibly tight grip. Brad slowly entered, then slowly withdrew so as not to hurt Tanya. He reached under her and began to massage her clit. Her sex was soaking in her juices, and Brad's fingers slipped easily in between her lips. He pinched her clit gently, trying to keep it between his fingers, but their motion made it hard to hold. Tanya's ass began pulsating at the additional pleasure, her sphincter opening rhythmically to allow him deeper access. Tanya was clearly enjoying this, her moans only muffled by Ellen's pussy as she continued to lick. Brad was pushing her face deep into Ellen's snatch with his motion from behind.

Tanya was the first to come. Her tongue lapped wildly, and her ass was gripping Brad's cock like a vise, then drawing him in as she opened. He looked over her and into Ellen's eyes. They were glazed in pleasure, and as she saw him, her pussy joined in Tanya's chorus, and both were screaming come sounds. Hearing both of his lovers proved too much for Brad. For the final time this evening, his cock spewed forth jism with all it's might into Tanya's waiting ass. They all fell onto their backs in a twisted heap, heaving like race horses just under the wire. Tanya smiled at Brad, her face covered with his and Ellen's come, her ass dripping the jism he's just left deposited. Ellen stared at the ceiling then touched Tanya on the shoulder. "I can't believe we never got together before now." she said in a whisper.

"I never thought, well, I never thought I'd want to be with anyone else but Brad. I'm glad it was you, Ellen." Tanya said in reply. "As long as Brad doesn't mind, that is..."

Brad laughed. "Oh no, *I* don't mind."

"Then kiss me." Ellen said.

"No, kiss both of us!" Tanya chimed in.

So he did. They all kissed each other goodnight at the same time, their tongue's twined like a sailor's rope.

"Happy New Year, lovers," Tanya said.

* They say if you sit a monkey in front of a keyboard, eventually, * * it will type all of Shakespeare's soliloquies. This message * * ought to prove that a monkey can at least type drivel, but has * * more work to do! *

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