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Theme: Gay & Lesbian
My Old Friend Jill
Jill was six months younger than me, but she was three inches taller. She was my physical opposite, with long straight black hair and olive skin that contrasted with my short curly blonde hair and pale skin. Her figure could only be described as voluptuous, lots of curves and a slight hint that maybe, even with her flat belly, she could lose a couple of pounds. I had a petite athletic build, enhanced by my daily practice at a local gymnastics club, where I had been going on a regular basis since my mother enrolled me when I was six. The study in contrasts continued with our faces -- Jill had full lips, a broad face, a somewhat large, but straight and perfectly shaped nose and deep brown liquid eyes that you could practically dive into when you looked at her. My small features matched my petite figure. I had a little turned-up nose and shining blue eyes that complemented my bright smile.Jill was my best friend in high school. My parents considered her a bad influence and were always trying to get me to hang out less with her. The truth was that I was probably a worse influence on her. Jill's parents didn't set many rules for her, so she had a lot of opportunities to get into trouble. I helped her to do that whenever I could. I introduced her to drinking and smoking pot. For me, the fun part was sneaking off to do something that was forbidden. I didn't actually enjoy being high, since I could never get comfortable with the feeling of not being fully in control of myself. Jill loved to get high, and I loved to watch her getting wild and happy, sometimes wishing that I could let go that much myself.
When it came to boys, Jill and I were probably equally bad influences on each other. We told each other about everything, and egged each other on to go further and further with our dates. As soon as she had her license, Jill's parents let her drive the car whenever she wanted, even on weeknights, with no curfew. In the last two years of high school there were countless nights when Jill came cruising by my house at around 10:30, after my parents were asleep. I would go tiptoeing out to meet her and then spend a wild couple of hours, drinking, smoking pot and cruising for boys. It was a miracle that we never got into a major auto accident and that we were never robbed or beaten. It was even more of a miracle that my parents never caught me, although I know that they had their suspicions.
Despite my carousing with Jill, I somehow managed to keep up with my schoolwork and gymnastics. I found high school easy. I was able to make straight A's with only a little studying and, despite the few hours of sleep I was getting, I was always filled with energy. Jill had more problems with school. I tried to help her with her hardest classes, and she finally worked her way up to a B average, but she never really got it.
Jill was the first (and in high school, the only) person to whom I confessed that I was as sexually attracted to girls as boys. Fortunately, she didn't respond with revulsion, but it wasn't quite what I'd hoped for either. For weeks, I had been looking for the perfect moment to tell her, and I thought that I had found it. I had snuck out with her on a weeknight, and we had been raucously flirting with some older boys outside of a movie theater. It was fun, but no action. Now we were leaning against each other giggling and gossiping in the front seat of Jill's car, trading swigs on a half-pint bottle of Smirnoff. This was the moment I chose to divulge my deepest secret, hoping against hope that Jill would take me into her arms and tell me that she felt the same way. Instead, she depersonalized it, saying, "Yeah, Abby, I can see how you would feel that way. A great looking girl sure can be sexy." I managed to avoid taking this as rejection, and kept looking for opportune moments to mention my urges again to Jill, but I could never bring myself to come out and tell her that it was her that I wanted, and she would never respond to my comments in a way that would give me any encouragement beyond general statements like, "Yeah, that would be wild." or "You got it right, Abby. A wet pussy is as hot as a hard dick." I was experiencing total adolescent frustration.
The crowning moment of our wildness together came in the summer after we graduated from high school. There was a great looking guy named Frankie, who had a summer job as a cabana boy at the beach club where both of our parents were members. He was a little taller than Jill, with dark eyes, straight dark hair, a strong, square face and an athletic build. His skin was tanned to a dark brown from his job at the beach. We both had huge crushes on him, but, as best friends, we swore not to compete; we would do it together or not at all.
We flirted with the guy for weeks. The day after Jill's eighteenth birthday, I said to her, "I'm going to make sure you get the best birthday present ever. Today is the day with Frankie." I was sufficiently mysterious to leave her wondering about the possibilities. Was I going to cede the field to her? Had I set it up to put the two of them together? Would I expect something in return? I wanted to make it feel so unpredictable that she would consider anything possible.
Frankie and I had no deal worked out in advance, but, since Frankie was dying to fuck either or both of the two hot chicks he had been flirting with, an advance deal was entirely unnecessary. This is the way it came down. In the middle of the afternoon it was Frankie's job to pick up the dirty towels in the back row of cabanas. He had a big basket on wheels that he rolled down the walkway and used as a receptacle for the towels that he took out from each of the units. I had figured out his schedule to the minute.
We were wearing our sexiest two-piece suits. We weren't quite up to string bikinis at that age, but we certainly knew how to show plenty of skin to get the boys going. Our spandex suits were identically cut. Hers was black, mine white. The bottoms came up high on our hips to fully expose our young thighs, and the tops were designed to maximize cleavage. I confess that the cleavage effect was not very impressive on me, but Jill's big tits were spilling out of her top.
I pulled Jill down the boardwalk behind me, and soon we spotted Frankie in his baggy Hawaiian print trunks with no shirt on, coming out of one of the cabanas with a load of towels in his arm. "Hey, Frankie," I shouted, "We've got something to show you." I pushed him back into the cabana and pulled the curtain hastily behind us. It only closed about two thirds of the way, but that didn't stop me. "Jill and I are going to take you to the moon," I said.
Jill seemed unprepared for this, but she knew that when I got going, there was no stopping me. The only thing for her to do was to go along for the wild ride. I pulled my white spandex bikini top up over my head in one smooth motion, leaving me topless. "You like this, Frankie?" I asked rhetorically. He was completely mesmerized, too stunned to reply with words, but when I put my lips to his, he was alert enough to kiss me passionately and put his hand to my breast. I kissed back and then broke away just long enough to look straight at Jill with the familiar wild look in my flashing blue eyes, and say, "Come on, Jill. What's taking you so long?"
Jill did not need any further invitation to get in on the action. She followed my example in pulling off her black bikini top to expose her large, jiggling breasts, and pressed herself against the available side of Frankie's body, with an arm around each of our waists. In a husky stage whisper I said, "Frankie, it's time for you to kiss my friend Jill now."
This instruction was sexy, but entirely unnecessary, as Frankie was already moving his head toward her into a tight lip lock. Jill was a practiced kisser, and evidently so was Frankie. I pulled away slightly from our joint embrace so that I could get a better view of the action. After what seemed an eternity, Jill broke the kiss and said breathlessly, "Now it's Abby's turn." Our boy toy complied by giving me another passionate kiss.
While we were kissing, I reached down the outside front of his baggy trunks and ran my hand over the shape of his already rock hard dick. No question that this guy was ready for a hot time. Not to be outdone, Jill reached down to get a feel for herself, first putting her hand on the outside of mine and moving my hand up and down to stroke the hard dick through the cloth, and then slipping her hand under the elastic of his waistband saying, "I'm going to touch your boner, Baby." Continuing to hold his hard on through the cloth, I could feel her hand reaching down inside his trunks to touch his flesh directly. I looked up at Frankie. His eyes were closed, and his closed lips were curled up in a half smile. He let out a little moan of pleasure. That was enough to induce me to join the party in his pants, so I stuck my hand down his waistband to get a good feel of Jill's hand and his hard cock. With my other hand, I reached up to Frankie's neck and pulled him down to give me another deep soul kiss.
Jill put her free hand to a different use, grabbing the back waistband of his trunks and pulling down, so that she forced his trunks down over his hips. Once they were down past his upper thighs, they fell to the floor around his ankles. The full glory of his erection was revealed. At that point, I hadn't seen enough hard cocks in the light of day to be able to fairly judge the merit of Frankie's equipment, but I can tell you with the benefit of the considerable experience that I have had since then that, while his length and girth were more or less average, the hardness of his erection was unmatched by any that I have ever seen. It was like a rod of steel covered with hot spongy flesh.
Fascinated by the look of the hard dick in my hand, Jill's voice sounded like it was coming from a million miles away. "OK, Abby," she said. "Now you are going to get down on your knees and help me suck him off." I was supposed to be in command here, but I was happy to let Jill egg me on, so I dropped to my knees, ready to devour him. Jill got down on her knees too, with her hand around the base of Frankie's dick, ready to feed it to me. I took his cock into my mouth and went down on him as far as I could, which was about half way, just up to the top of where her hand held the shaft. I bobbed up and down on his dick like this a half a dozen times, and then reached my hand down around the base of Frankie's shaft, forcing Jill's hand off and taking its place. "Now it's your turn, Jill." I said. She showed her silent agreement by taking up where I left off, bobbing up and down on Frankie's boner, taking him as deep in her throat as she could manage, while I held him for her.
At this point in our lives, Jill and I were strictly amateurs when it came to blowjob technique, but what we might have lacked in skill, we more than made up for in youthful enthusiasm.
Jill pulled her head up off of the hard dick with a suction-breaking pop. Looking at me with hot lust in the pools of her dark brown eyes, she said, "Now we are going to put him in both of our mouths at the same time." I wasn't quite sure what she had in mind until she positioned me directly facing her, with my mouth on one side of his dick and hers on the other. We moved our mouths up and down his dick in unison, and Frankie aided the action by moving his hips back and forth as we sucked him. I experimented with licking my tongue along the side of his cock and its bulbous head, as we gave him our tandem suck.
The absolute best part of this action for me was that I got to press my naked topless body against Jill's while Frankie sawed his cock back and forth in our mouths. My hard little body against pressed against Jill's voluptuous curves. I reached my arm around her waist to pull us closer. I slipped my hand under the elastic of her bikini bottom and ran my fingers up and down the crack of her ass. I would have loved to touch her pussy, but there was no way that I would be able to reach it without giving up on the cock sucking.
Each time Frankie pulled back with his hips our mouths would move up his shaft and over the head of his rock hard cock, giving me a precious millisecond to try to kiss Jill. It was so tantalizing to be able to just touch her lips and tongue with mine for a moment before Frankie's insistent cock came between us again.
I didn't know whether I was in heaven or hell. Sucking this great looking guy's hard dick together with my best friend, pressing my body against hers, and being so close and yet so far to taking full sexual possession of Jill herself as I had been dieing to do for months. All I knew was that I wanted it to go on forever, but all good things must end.
"I'm gonna come." Frankie's voice came to me from a distance. Gobs of hot sperm began to jet out of his dick, falling over our hair, faces and shoulders. His dick, now free of our mouths, bobbed up and down with each spurt. As he continued to come, Jill grabbed his cock and took a hot spurt into her mouth and then, grabbing my hair, pushed my mouth down onto his cock head to take the last drops of salty semen, as his orgasm finally ebbed.
I gave Frankie's softening cock a couple of sweet goodbye sucks, let it plop out of my mouth and looked over at Jill. Now was my chance to give her a full on kiss, maybe even get into her pants while Frankie was recuperating, but I'm afraid that it was not fated to happen that way. When I saw my beautiful friend Jill with gobs of Frankie's come all over her, I just couldn't help cracking up with laughter. I must have been quite a sight too. My laughter infected Jill, and she cracked up too.
From outside of the cabana, we heard a voice, "Hey, what's going on in there?" Frankie reached to pull up his trunks, and Jill and I fumbled for towels to wipe the come off as we searched the floor for our bikini tops. Jill had her top half way on, and I had just picked mine up when the curtain parted to reveal the angry face of the club manager. It was pretty obvious what we had been up to. His reaction was short and direct. "You're fired," he said to Frankie. "And I don't want to see you two bimbos hanging around this club again." He waited for us to finish putting our tops on, and escorted the three of us to the door.
Frankie told us that we shouldn't feel guilty; the experience was well worth being fired. He gave each of us deep goodbye kisses and walked to the bus stop. Jill took me home in her car.
It was near the end of the summer, so I didn't miss much by being kicked out of the beach club. A few days later I went with my family to Florida for a two-week vacation, and after that there was only a week of cloudy weather at home before I went off to college.
My school was a big university in California. Jill was going to a small school in the Midwest. It was her only choice. She probably wouldn't even have gotten in there, if her father hadn't been an alumnus. Separated by two thousand miles, we began to drift apart, although we still kept in touch and saw each other when we were home for vacation.
The freedom of college gave me the chance to live out my sexual fantasies. The senior who was assigned as my counselor was an active member of the school's gay and lesbian community, and she was great looking. It didn't take me long to get between the sheets with her. We had a blistering three-month affair, and I finally got my fill of delicious girl games. In the end, I broke up with her because she wanted an exclusive relationship, and I was beginning to miss being with guys.
After that I pretty much went back to guys, although I had a few other brief flings with women during my four years of college. I shared everything with Jill. Jill told me about all of her adventures too, although they were exclusively heterosexual until near the middle of our senior year.
My phone rang on a Wednesday evening at around 10:30 at night. It was Jill. It was after midnight for her, and she was obviously a little drunk and breathlessly excited. "Abby, I finally did it," she said. "Do you remember me telling you about my friend, Sharon? Well, she just broke up with her boyfriend. I got a little drunk with her tonight to try to cheer her up. I gave her some hugs and kisses to console her, and pretty soon we wound up naked in bed together. We were at it for hours. She just went home. The only bad part is that she told me that this had to be a one-time thing. I'm telling you, Abby; this has opened up a whole new horizon for me. I'll never give up boys, but now I finally understand what you have been telling me for so long. I can't wait to see you."
We talked for an hour, ending with me giving Jill some hot phone sex, telling her in intimate detail how I would pleasure her the next time we got together. "As soon as we can get your parents out of the house, Jill," I said, "I'm going to strip you naked and sit you down in that big leather chair in your family room. I'll start by kissing you, softly and gently, our lips barely touching as I flick my tongue against yours. Then I'm going to work my way down your body. Your chin, your neck, your shoulders -- my skin against yours. I'll linger for a while on your wonderful round breasts, kissing around the their outer globes and then zeroing in on the nipples, my mouth on one, my fingers on the other. I'll get them nice and hard and wet by sucking them each in turn and then I'll give them little love bites until I have you shivering with delight."
Needless to say, I was already shivering with delight myself. I was sitting in my dorm room in the dark with my hand down in my undies, working away on my clit. My roommate was sawing wood, no more than five feet away from me as I spoke my words of lust to Jill in hushed tones. "Tell me more," was all that Jill could manage to get out of her mouth in a hoarse whisper that told me that her hand was as busy as mine.
I was happy to oblige, "While I'm sucking on your tits, I reach down and touch your pussy. My fingers rub gently over the outside until you open up for me. I push in slowly, just inside your wet pussy lips to get my fingers lubricated, so that I can work on your clit with the tippy tip of my finger, just the way I like to do myself. Just a little harder now, until I can hear your breath quicken. This isn't enough for me any more. I have to put my lips and tongue on your pussy. Moving down, I linger for a moment to French kiss your naval. Sliding my body down between your legs, I rub my tits and breastbone against your pussy, perfuming my body with your sweet smell as I slide to my knees on the floor. Your legs are open wide for me now, and I give a sweet soft kiss to your welcoming pussy, snaking my tongue slowly, gently inside of you. In and out, in and out, slowly at first, and then with greater speed, moving up to tease your clit every fifth stroke, then every third, now every time. Finally, sensing that you are almost ready to come, I move my full attention to your little pink knob."
"Oh, I'm ready, Abby," she said out loud.
"I add some suction to my licking action on your clit and plunge two fingers into your pussy, searching urgently for your G-spot."
"Yes, Abby, you're making me come. Oh, God, yes, that's it!"
"I'm coming too, Jill," I cried out loud, beyond caring whether I woke my snoring roommate. My body stiffened as the wonderful, familiar feeling of a self-administered orgasm swept over me. Picturing myself as I described to Jill, with my head between her wide-open legs, mouth tightly mounted on her clit, and those deep liquid brown eyes looking down at me.
That was enough to wake my roommate, but I was able to get my hand to a less compromising location and compose myself before she looked over at me. "What's going on?" she asked groggily.
"Just my girlfriend, Jill, telling me a joke."
"You're crazy. Go to bed." She rolled back over and was asleep again the moment her head hit the pillow.
Jill and I had weekly phone sex sessions for the next month, although, between college dorm living conditions and the two-hour time difference, it was hard to find a mutually convenient time when we both had privacy. Somehow we found the time, and Jill quickly learned to give me hot sex talk as good as I gave to her.
After a month, Jill quit calling. She would still take my calls most of the time, but she began begging off from phone sex, claiming that she wasn't private when I wanted to do it on the spot, and making vague excuses when I tried to set up times when we knew we could be alone together on the telephone. Finally, after a few weeks of excuses, she admitted to me what I suspected. She had a new boyfriend, Brian, and had fallen head over heels in love with him. I could certainly understand that. I had fallen deeply in love with my boyfriends a couple of times, but that never stopped me from having fun with my girlfriends on the side. Jill confessed that she was as attracted to me as ever, but somehow having phone sex with me made her feel that she was being unfaithful to her new lover.
Two weeks later, Jill called to tell me that she was engaged. I congratulated her warmly, masking my disappointment. Shit! This might mean that I would never have her. I couldn't bring myself to openly hope that she would break the engagement or that her marriage would fail. It wasn't as if I wanted to marry her. I just wanted to get between her legs and play around until we had each other coming like crazy. I had wanted it for years and had come so close to fulfilling my fantasy. It just wasn't fair. Still, as much as I tried to squelch the feeling, knowing that it was wrong, there was a dark corner of my soul where I harbored the deepest wish that Jill and her boyfriend would break up.
Unfortunately, fate did not seem to be on my side. They set a date to get married in August, and I did not get to see Jill until her wedding. We each went home for a short period after graduation, but, because our school years ended three weeks apart, our times at home did not coincide. After visiting my parents, I flew back to California to start my new job. Jill moved in with Brian. With a little help from Jill's parents, they got an apartment in Chicago, where Brian had taken a job.
The wedding was at the country club in our hometown. I was part of Jill's wedding party, so I flew home a few days early to help with the preparations. I offered to organize a bachelorette party for her, but she turned me down. Then I offered her a private prenuptial party with me. "Mmmm. That would be nice," she said. I was so excited that I could barely contain myself. Jill bent over toward me, looked straight into my eyes and kissed me full on the lips. Her kiss was like heaven to me. She fit her mouth perfectly over mine, with just the right pressure of the lips, not too hard or too soft. Her talented tongue danced against mine, and the anticipation of getting her naked into bed with me sweetened the pleasure of the moment even more. Pulling away from me at last, Jill said, "Wow, that was great, Abby, but I just don't think that I could go all the way with you. I love Brian, and I have to stay faithful to him." What a letdown! I tried to tell her that it didn't matter. She wasn't married yet, and besides, making it with another girl didn't count as being unfaithful. I bet that Brian would actually be turned on, if she told him that she slept with me right before the wedding. His friends had organized a bachelor party for him. He was no doubt going to be blown by some hooker, so why should she hold herself to a higher standard? Nothing I could say would persuade her.
I met Brian for the first time the day before the wedding. He was handsome and charming, and I could easily see how Jill had fallen for him. He was a few inches taller than Jill, with dark curly hair. His large, wide set blue eyes, small nose and full lips gave him an androgynous look that was exotic, and yet incredibly appealing. Jill had told him a lot about me already, so it felt as if we had already known each other for ages. His easy manner and friendly smile won me over in no time.
The wedding the next day was beautiful, but conventional. At the reception I sat at the front table with Jill and Brian, but they were so busy dealing with family and friends that I hardly got to spend any time with either of them. Then, before I could blink, Jill was gone -- off on her honeymoon and then settled in with Brian in their apartment in Chicago.
Jill and I talked on the phone from time to time, and we kept up a regular email correspondence, but it was all pretty tame. I felt that she was drifting away from me again.
Then I decided to quit my job as a social worker and become a stripper. As those of you who have read my earlier stories may remember, Jill's words from years before had been the inspiration that had induced me to consider stripping. When I got the job, I immediately called Jill to tell her all about it. She was the only person from my life outside of the club that I told about my new profession, and with Jill I confessed everything -- my initial insecurities, how I grew to love the job over time and get off on teasing the customers, my dancing techniques, and my sexual encounters with a few of the guys that I met at the club. She inhaled it like cocaine, always asking for more details and calling me several times a week to ask me about my latest adventures.
After I had been working at the club for a couple of months, Jill called to tell me that she was planning to come to town. Brian had a business trip scheduled, and she had talked him into bringing her along. She would see me the next week.
They arrived on a Thursday at lunchtime. I met them at a restaurant near their hotel. It was obvious from the way they related to each other that the honeymoon was far from over. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other, and there were times during the meal that they were so absorbed with each other that it was as if I wasn't there. If it had been anyone but Jill, I probably would have been terribly insulted, but with Jill I could only be happy that she was so in love.
Brian had business meetings scheduled all afternoon, and he had to go out to dinner that evening with some prospective customers, so Jill and I were on our own. I had to work that evening, but that didn't bother Jill. She was dieing to come down to the club and check out the action.
Driving me in her rental car from her hotel to the club, Jill told me of the scheme that she had been hatching. She really wanted to try lapdancing. Based on everything that I had told her, she was sure that she could handle it. Couldn't I talk to the manager and see if she could make a "guest appearance" at the club?
At first I was a bit hesitant, but I let her talk me into it, so, when we got to the club, we went straight to the manager's office to ask him if he would go along with the plan. Jill is so beautiful that I don't know why I ever thought for a minute that he would turn her down. He made her strip for him and give him a dance, but I think that he only did that because he wanted the action. I enjoyed watching her as much as he did. It had been five years since I had been treated to the sight of Jill's naked body. She was just as voluptuous as ever, but she had lost the last little bit of her teenage baby fat. Her olive skin glowed with youthful vigor. Her large round breasts were so perfectly shaped that I might have guessed that they were fake if I hadn't known better. She had a wildly sexy way of playing with her long soft black hair as she danced (That was a technique that she hadn't learned from me), and the movement of her hips accentuated the fine definition of her abdominal muscles.
The manager told her that he would let her dance at the club that night. She had to play by all of the same rules as the other girls -- she had to pay the house two hundred dollars for the privilege of dancing, charge twenty dollars a dance, no letting the customers touch her, and, because she was only there for one night, stay out of the private rooms.
We borrowed a spare dress and G-string from one of the girls who was Jill's size, put on our makeup, and we were ready to roll. We started out the evening by doing "doubles," both of us dancing for one guy at the same time. It's easy to get dances this way, because it plays to the fantasy a lot of guys have of fucking two girls at once, but it is much harder in the long run to make money, because it burns the customers' money twice as fast, and it makes it harder to develop the kind of intimate rapport that a dancer needs to establish with a customer to keep the twenties flowing. So after about forty minutes of doubles, I told Jill that she was on her own.
At this point, Jill did what a lot of girls do in their first days of working at the club. She got drunk. Lapdancing is probably the only job in the world where being slightly drunk actually improves your performance. Even an experienced dancer has some inhibitions that a cocktail can loosen. A drink makes it easier to approach the customers, and I think that it can even improve a girl's dancing style. Because of this, the management actually encourages the girls to drink on the job. There is a little alcove between the dressing room and the bar where the bartender pours two-dollar cocktails for the girls, and, if they bring their own bottles, the bartender will pour for free. I drank a little myself when I first started dancing, but it is tricky to control just the right amount of alcohol to get you loose, but not sloppy. A couple of times I had one or two drinks too many and hated myself for it, so I gave it up completely.
After Jill had had a couple of drinks, she was noticeably looser, and she was able to hook a decent looking nicely dressed middle aged guy who had her going nonstop for close to an hour. I loved watching her dance out of the corner of my eye, as I did my own thing for another customer. After Jill's guy left, she headed back to the bar for another couple of rounds. Jill could always hold her liquor pretty well, but when she came back out on the floor this time, I could see a bit of a weave in her gait. I had explained to her my technique for letting the guys cop little feels while I dance for them. They love being in a secret conspiracy with me to break the rules, and it's a turn on for me too. At this point, though, Jill was too far gone to play the game correctly, and she and her customer got a couple of warnings from one of the bouncers to stop the touching. Fortunately, she maintained enough control that the bouncer didn't feel the need to report her to the manager, which was lucky for me, because I could have gotten fired.
The club closed at 12:30, and as we changed back into our street clothes, Jill couldn't stop talking about what a great time she had had. The alcohol had loosened her tongue, but it was more than the drinks that had her going, as I knew from my own experience. At the end of every night of work in my first weeks at the club, I had a natural high that kept me from sleeping and had me masturbating through half the night.
Jill was clearly in no condition to drive, so I offered to take her back to her hotel in her rental car. I could get a taxi home.
As we drove, Jill just kept talking and talking. She shared her impressions of the customers, the girls, the bouncers, even the decor of the club. Finally, we pulled up at the hotel. I stepped inside with her to continue our conversation. Her hotel room was a junior suite, which meant that there was a small alcove with a love seat outside of the bedroom. It was nearly 1 A.M. Brian had come back from dinner and was sleeping soundly in the next room. We sat down in the love seat with the lights on low and continued our conversation in giggling whispers.
I was not above taking advantage of the potent brew of alcohol, estrogen, adrenaline and endorphins rushing through Jill's body. I begged her to dance for me and to show me how she did that thing with her hair. It didn't take much to get her to agree. Soon she was standing between my legs, stripped down to her tiny thong panties, grinding away to the imagined beat of a song in her head. She twirled a few strands of her straight dark hair around her fingers, and then lifted her arm over her head, letting the strands of hair fall off of her hand and drift back into place. I just lay there on the love seat, drinking her in with my eyes, my thighs pressed tightly against hers. She bent closely over me, rubbing her breasts against my blouse and letting her beautiful long hair trail over my face. I ran my hands over her bare ass, up her back, and cupped the large globes of her breasts in my small hands. In the club, of course, this would never have been allowed, but in the privacy of the hotel room, with Brian asleep, there was no one to stop me from having my way with her. Jill continued her dancing, doing nothing to stop my fondling, which I took as a sign of encouragement.
After a few more minutes, Jill pulled herself away from me and sat down on the love seat next to me, wearing nothing but her panties. "Your turn now, Abby," she said. "Dance for me." I was happy to oblige. This was going in just the right direction.
I positioned myself between her legs and began to strip. Button by button, I undid my blouse and removed it, let my pants drop to the floor around my ankles and stepped out of them. Undoing the hook between the cups of my bra, I held it in front of my small breasts for a few moments with a teasing false modesty before shrugging it off of my shoulders to leave me in the same state of near nudity as Jill. I traced my fingertips lightly over my breasts and thighs, and gave her my best look of passionate lust when she looked me in the eyes. Bending over her, I was able to trace over her bare chest with my nipples, giving myself a little jolt of excitement as one of my nipples touched hers. I put my lips next to her ear and whispered, "I want you to touch me just like I touched you." I looked straight into the deep pools of her big brown eyes, thrilling to the touch of her warm hands on my small body. She finally reached my breasts and began to tease my nipples between her fingers, quickly causing them to become engorged.
I slid my body down between her legs, continuing to hold her gaze, as I moved my face toward her crotch. I pulled her panties to the side and inhaled the lovely scent of her wetness. My eager lips were poised inches from her snatch, when I felt her hands on my head pushing me away. Oh no! Not again. I couldn't believe that she would go this far and then pull back from the brink. This time, though, I was in for a pleasant surprise.
"Abby," she said. "I'm so horny right now that I could fuck a horse. I'm dieing to make mad love to you. I won't cheat on Brian, but I know he thinks that you're cute and he loves the idea of having two girls at once. Let's go wake him up, and we can all have some fun together."
This plan was fine with me, so we moved back to the bedroom, dropping our panties on the floor as we went so that we could proceed with the attack on Brian completely naked. The bedroom was well enough lit by the light from the anteroom that I could clearly see Brian's face, as he lay on his back under a sheet fast asleep. Jill put her fingers to her lips to silence me and carefully pulled back the sheet. She managed to complete this maneuver without waking him. He was wearing pajama bottoms, but no top. He must have been having some kind of sexy dream, because his erect cock was making a tent, straining against the thin fabric of the pajamas.
Jill pressed her naked body against mine and whispered to me, "I want to see you suck his cock, Abby. Then when he wakes up, you and I will give him a little show."
Jill got onto her knees at the side of the bed next to Brian's head, while I stood by the side of the bed and bent over his crotch. The fly of the pajama bottoms was held together by snaps, which I began to carefully undo. With the second snap undone, his hard rod surged forth to freedom. It was perhaps a bit more than average length and thickness, circumcised, with a nice veiny shaft and a large purple mushroom head. I did not hesitate in taking it into my mouth to begin my little act of fellatio surprise. First I worked on the head, suctioning with my lips, while I diddled the tip with my tongue, then a couple of up and down strokes halfway down the shaft with my lips and back to work on the head some more. It did not take long before Brian began to stir. I heard Jill say, "You like that, Baby?" And out the corner of my eye I could see her bend over to kiss him. Knowing that his wife had not grown two mouths, Brian quickly broke the kiss and pushed himself up to see who was sucking his dick.
"Abby?" he managed to get out of his mouth. I looked up at him and gave him my best devilish smile.
Jill took charge. "Brian, don't ask questions. Just sit back and enjoy the show. If you behave yourself, you'll get a chance to fuck both of us."
She helped Brian out of his pajama bottoms and sat him up against some pillows at the top of the bed. Then she and I faced each other on our knees at the foot of the bed, right in front of him. We started by giving each other open-mouthed kisses, making sure that Brian could see plenty of tongue. We ran our hands over each other's bodies and rubbed our fronts against each other. I gave a few little moans of pleasure, partly to show off for Brian, but also because it increased my own pleasure. Then we turned around to face Brian with our legs wide open, our inner legs crossing each other. I reached around with my arm to finger Jill's pussy, and she did the same to me. I felt a little thrill of pleasure as her fingertip brushed against my clit and then eased up inside of me. Soon we found a nice reciprocal motion, moving our fingers in small circles over each other's clits.
Brian was busy stroking his cock, which I had lubricated so well for him with my oral ministrations. I admired his technique, making mental notes for my next handjob. With long slow strokes, he would squeeze drops of sticky, slippery clear semen from the tip of his hard dick. Then he would spread this natural lubricant around cock head with his palm in a kind of twisting motion, before moving to a faster, more intent short stroke on the upper half of his dick. After about fifteen seconds of the short, fast action, he would move back to the long smooth squeezing strokes again.
Jill began speaking to Brian as she held open my pussy lips to improve his view. "If you're lucky, Brian, I'll let you fuck this hot pussy in a while, but I may make Abby come so hard that she won't need your dick in her."
I joined in the fun. "After your wife has felt my tongue on her pussy, she may not want guys any more."
Brian didn't miss a beat. "You girls are so full of shit. If you mean what you say, I'd better see you go down on each other right now."
I was ready to go for it, but Jill was getting close to an orgasm and wouldn't let me stop fingering her. "Keep touching me, Abby. That's it. That's it. You have the spot. Oh yeah!" she said. Feeling her body start to shake a little, I pressed hard on her clit and watched her gorgeous face as she came -- her facial muscles tensed, her mouth slightly open and her eyes staring out into space as she enjoyed the private pleasure of her first orgasm.
Jill caught her breath for what couldn't have been more than ten seconds after she was done coming. Then she was ready for more action, pushing me down on my back, with my pussy facing Brian and climbing on top of me in a sixty-nine. A feeling of triumph rushed through me. This was the moment that I had been anticipating for so long. I gloried in the feeling of her long black hair on my thighs, the soft pillows of her large breasts on my stomach, my hands on the firm round globes of her buttocks, staring up at the short black curls of her pubic hair encircling the wet open flower of her pussy surmounted by the hard little knob of her pink clit that I had just pleasured so well with my finger. I'd like to tell you, dear reader, that I licked her lightly and sweetly in a way that only a woman can, but the fact is that I was so eager to possess her that I dived in like a hungry truck driver onto a plate of rare roast beef. I fucked her hard with my tongue, using it on her like a penis, then licked her all up and down with big slurps like a friendly dog. I buried half my face in her womanhood, perfuming my lips, nose and cheeks with the hot smell of female sex. She matched my fevered pace, face fucking my genitals with as much vigor as I was using on her. It didn't take much of this frantic action to bring us both to the edge of orgasm. I felt myself beginning to come and buried my face as deeply into her womanly cleft as I could manage. Unable to breath or see in this position, I could still hear Jill crying out with pleasure as she joined me in the throes of coming. I came and came and came. Years of pent up potential energy became kinetic as I thrilled in finally having the sexual mastery of my beautiful friend.
I may have even passed out for a moment, because the next thing I remember is lying on the bed and looking up to see that Jill had climbed off of me and was lying next to Brian, stroking his hard cock and kissing him. I shook off my post-coital lethargy, and crawled up on the other side of Brian to add my hand to the stroke fest and join them in a hot three-way kiss.
Jill took the lead for the next part of our party. "Brian, I was just kidding before about maybe not letting you fuck Abby. I can't wait to see your big hot cock up in her. You're up for it. Aren't you, Abby?"
"Of course, I am, Sweetie," I said. "You're such a doll for letting me go first." With that, I moved my body on top of Brian and rubbed the head of his cock against the open lips of my pussy in anticipation of penetration. Jill propped herself up into a better position to hold his cock and aim it into me. I pushed the weight of my body against Brian's eager cock. I was already so wet and open from my games with Jill that Brian slid easily into me in one long smooth motion, ending with the soft bump of our pubic bones together, as he entered me to the full length of his dick.
This was so great that I just sat still in this position for about a minute. Jill and Brian were kissing, and I bent over to join them with my lips and tongue. Brian turned his head toward me to kiss me full on the lips. Then after a few moments, I broke our lip lock to pass the favor of a two-person full lip kiss on to Jill. Then Jill broke away from me and moved back to her kiss with Brian. I pushed myself up on my arms as I straddled Brian and began to move back and forth on his cock in tiny circular motions. I managed to get the perfect little bit of stimulation from the action of my clit against Brian's pubic bone. Intent on my own pleasure, I closed my eyes.
The action of my body and expression on my face must have betrayed me, because, just as I felt the wave of a small, but sweet orgasm sweeping over me, I heard Jill say, "Look, Brian. You're making her come." It was true. One, two, three little shivers running through my body and then it was done. It wasn't the wild rocking climax that I had with Jill in our hot sixty-nine, but I knew that the evening was far from over. It was a little appetizer, giving me a taste of the roaring orgasm that I knew would follow from the hot action of riding Brian's dick.
"OK, Abby. Don't be a pig," said Jill. "It's my turn now."
I pulled myself slowly off of Brian's erection, savoring every moment of the withdrawal in anticipation of getting more as soon as Brian and I could make Jill come. Jill got up on her knees and motioned for Brian to enter her from behind. I positioned myself in front of Jill's face, with my legs spread, offering up my shaved pussy to her for another round of cunnilingus. She moved her tongue to the place that was so recently home to her husband's penis, and, as Brian penetrated her, the force of his thrust pushed her face into my crotch. Brian quickly found a regular in and out rhythm, which was measured, yet forceful. With each inward thrust, he pushed Jill's face into my pussy, and with each withdrawal, he pulled her away. On the backward stroke, she tickled me with the tip of her tongue on the inward stroke; she dove in and tongue-fucked me. This was great. It was as if Brian was fucking me, but instead of doing it with his dick, his sex tool was Jill's hot face.
Not content to just lie back and be pleasured, I wanted to give at the same time as I was getting it from Jill. I pushed myself back up underneath Jill into our now familiar sixty-nine position, except that now while Jill ate me, I got a close up view of Brian's hard cock hammering into her cunt. It was so sexy watching the outer labia cling to his shaft as he pulled out of her and seeing the tip of her clit appear as his inward thrust pulled her cunt lips in the other direction. I reached up and put my hand around the base of his shaft. On his next withdrawal, I gave his cock a long firm stroke and then, instead of letting him go back inside of her on his next forward thrust, I used his dick as a fleshy battering ram against her clit. Holding his cock in this position, I rubbed the tip up and down and around her clitoral area. Jill moaned with pleasure from the clit rubbing and I re-aimed Brian's dick to allow it to find its home again deep inside Jill's pussy. I was dieing to lick Jill's clit while Brian fucked her, but I couldn't quite manage that in this position, so I had to be content with working on her clit with my fingers, while Brian fucked her, and Jill continued to eat me out. It did not take much of this to bring Jill over the top. She lifted her head up out of my crotch and howled with orgasmic pleasure, as Brian pushed himself in to the hilt, and I rubbed her clit for all I was worth.
As her orgasm subsided, she pulled herself off of Brian's dick and climbed off of me, leaving me staring at Brian's hard, still unsatisfied member bobbing in the air above my face. Still focusing my gaze on Brian's balls and the underside of his cock, I heard Jill say, "Now I want you to fuck Abby until you come."
I twisted around one hundred eighty degrees on my back to put Brian in the proper position to obey Jill's request, and Jill lay down on the bed next to me as Brian penetrated me for the second time. Brian was back into a regular rhythm in no time, with Jill kissing me and playing with my nipples and pussy as he fucked me. My breath was quickening, and I could feel myself getting close to another climax. I managed to look up through the sexual haze into Brian's big blue eyes and somehow managed to say, "Oh yeah. That's right. Just keep on fucking me like that."
That was enough to put Brian over the brink. "I'm about to come," he cried out.
"I want you to pull out and shoot all over her stomach, Brian," Jill commanded.
My eyes were closed and my body tensed as Jill pressed hard on my clit, bringing me to another climax every bit as intense as the first one that I had experienced with her. I was aware for a moment that Brian had withdrawn from my pussy, and then focused on my own pleasure as pulsing, rocking waves of climax rolled through my body. As I continued to come, I felt splashes of Brian's hot semen fall onto my body. He came in half a dozen great long spurts that went far beyond my stomach, leaving long trails of come over my tits and shoulders, even reaching my face and hair.
As I opened my eyes I looked up into Jill's smiling face, gazing down at my come covered face and body. "Brian really shoots a great load," she said. "It's one of his best qualities. By the way, didn't I see you like this somewhere before?" The reference to our prior experience with Frankie coming all over our faces caused both of us to crack up. Fortunately, this time there was no manager to catch us and throw us our.
By this time it was nearly 3 A.M. We were all exhausted, so after toweling ourselves off, we fell asleep in each other's arms on the big king-sized hotel bed. As the guest of honor, I got to sleep in the middle.
Fortunately, Brian did not have any meetings the next day until after lunch. That gave us the chance to sleep until 10 the next morning and then go for another round before he had to get dressed and leave us. Brian told Jill that it would be all right with him for the two of us to keep going without him, provided she told him all about it on the plane home that evening. Brian got dressed and went off to his meeting, and Jill and I went for lunch at a restaurant next door to the hotel. After lunch, we were back in the room taking advantage of Brian's permission to have more fun. This time we stayed away from the sixty-nine and took turns eating each other out in every position that we could imagine. Our afternoon tryst was much more gentle and feminine than our earlier encounters, partly because we had finally managed to sate the years of pent up lust and partly because we were both a little sore from the poundings we had received from Brian.
Brian got back to the hotel at around 4 P.M. Unfortunately there was no more time for play, so we tossed their bags in the car, and I drove with them to the airport. I walked together with them as far as the security check in, and, not caring who might be watching, I gave each of them a deep soul kiss goodbye, promising that I would come visit them in Chicago as soon as I could arrange my schedule.
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