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“Go across the hall to the bathroom, and empty yourself” she ordered. Still nude, and still hard, I opened the door and crossed the hallway. There were two other nurses and a receptionist who saw me and my predicament, and they began to giggle.

When I had finished emptying the enema in the bathroom, I returned to the room, amongst more snickers. The doctor had me kneel on the table again and she inserted a scope inside my ass. As she moved it around, I began to get excited again. She moved it in and out, side to side, deeper and deeper until I could barely stand it. Then it was over.

I stood up, my legs were weak, and my ass felt totally violated. I felt humiliated standing there, naked at the mercy of these two women. But there was something arousing and exciting about this whole ordeal that kept me from turning away.

As the nurse left the room, the doctor ordered me to stand in front of her. She reached down and began fondling my testicles, once again ignoring my erect penis. As she poked and prodded my balls, her still cold hand casually bumped against my penis again and again driving me wilder and wilder. Then she held my penis and rotated it in her hands squeezing and pushing it side to side. Then it happened.

It happened all over her hands. She stood and stared in interest as I kept unloading more and more. I wondered how she would react or what she would say, when, without looking up, she walked to the sink washed her hands, and began heading for the door.

I was still standing there transfixed when she took one last look at me, and told me to get dressed. She left and closed the door. The exam was over.

I went home, and never saw her again since my job moved me to another city. I know I can expect criticism when I tell you this was a true story.

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I sat in the doctor’s waiting room a half hour when the nurse came to get me. She led me to a small room and told me to take off all my clothes and put on a gown. Then she closed the door. I did what I was told to find that the gown was too short and had no ties on the back. Then I sat on the cold examination table to wait for the doctor. She came into the room, an attractive well-groomed woman probably in her 40’s, with an east European accent. She was well dressed with a white coat, showing a small amount of cleavage above her blouse.She sat directly in front of me with her legs crossed as she asked me the usual medical questions. Then came the physical exam. She pulled my gown down which fell around my waist as she ran her cold stethoscope around me back, chest and nipples. She was running her cold hand over me feeling my neck, chest and belly when the gown fell to the floor. She made no effort to pick it up as I sat completely naked. She continued to examine my ears, nose and throat, when she rested one of her cold hands on my thigh. I felt myself begin to get erect.

By the time she finished looking at me I had a full-blown erection, which she completely ignored. “I’m going to give you an enema, so that we can check your colon” she said. And she called in the nurse. The nurse immediately noticed my erect penis, and did not take her eyes off of it as she followed the doctor’s instructions and prepared the enema. I was told to get on my hands and knees on the table, and I quivered with anticipation as I could hear the bag being filled, the hose attached, and the tip lubricated. It seemed like an eternity had passed. Then I felt the slick hose enter me and the warm soapy water begin to flow. My penis which had gone soft, sprang to life, and hardened so much that it began to hurt. The warm water filled me and excited me like nothing before as two women looked on. But it was humiliation that was to follow pleasure.

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My body was ready, my vagina lubricating openly, but she would not take care of my clitoris. She angled the vibrator upwards, pressing against my G-spot…and I could just feel the vibrations in my clit. This would not let me come, but I was getting closer. Just as my insides began to heat up, she began sliding the vibrator in and out. A plateau was coming, but not an orgasm…I began to actively grip the vibrator. I began crying out amid the intensifying pleasure…and she delivered the coup de grace. She gently pulled back my hood, squeezed the shaft of my clitoris…and slowly dragged the length of her wet soft warm tongue directly across the exposed tip.

My pelvis exploded. My pussy went from simply being warm and twitchy to convulsing uncontrollably. I began screaming, and she quickly undid the straps on my thighs so that I could press them together. As my legs wrapped around my spasming genitals, she undid the wrist cuffs…and finally I was able to hold my pussy and ride out the convulsions. She opened the corset, letting me sit up, and sat behind me…she took my hands away from my private parts, replacing them with her own and expertly stroking me to prolong the orgasm. Her fingers, longer and more skilled than my own, made my softest flesh throb in ways I never could on my own, pulsing and quivering, the pleasure intensifying in ways I couldn’t fathom despite having experienced her love before. It was almost frightening, beyond my understanding, but a perfect vindication of the trust I placed in Michelle every time I exposed myself for her and confessed my need. She owned me. I needed her to own me, needed to be her plaything, her pet. Her domination of me meant bliss, meant safety, meant satisfaction.

Finally I collapsed in her arms, smiling, coughing, my body spent, unable to lactate or lubricate any more. She leaned over to disconnect the cushion, and swung it off the bed. It was followed by the milk and lube soaked towel. She had another towel ready, and used it to wipe the sweat from my forehead and the juice from my pussy. As I snuggled up to her, pressing my back against her breasts, she pulled the heavy comforter from its folded position at the foot of the bed and wrapped us in it. And we lay there, her hand cupping my swollen vulva with the soft towel, until I fell asleep in her arms.

Some months before it had started to pay off, as I began to lactate whenever I was sufficiently aroused. I could feel my milk leaking through my erect nipples as the pump did its work. Michelle helped the process by gently rubbing warm cherry-scented oil into my breasts around the edges of the nipple cups. As she did this she gently kissed my lips. “Are you okay?” I nodded, trying to arch my back as my breasts began to throb with pleasure…

The pleasure from my breasts radiated to my genitals, but I could not rub my thighs together to stimulate myself. I tried to look down, and Michelle realized I needed something done to my pussy. She moved her right hand from my breast down to my swollen vulva, not focusing on any one part, but cupping my sex. She firmly pressed the palm of her hand into my genitals, giving me a surface to press back against as I closed my eyes and let go.

Keeping her hand there, she stretched to turn off the breast pump. She removed first one nipple cup, then the other, tossing the plastic cups off to the side of the bed. I continued leaking milk, the thin smooth white nectar streaming down the sides of my breasts, as much as was possible on my back. As she drank from my breasts, she began gently to massage my labia. For a moment, she brought her hand back up, soaking it in my milk before returning it to my pussy. Her masturbation of me continued…slow, gentle, pleasurable but mild. She wasn’t going to make me orgasm too soon. I moaned in gratitude as she relaxed my body and mind, licking the milk from my chest and whispering her love.

Once I was lubricating freely, unable to contain my moaning, she moved from the bed…I heard her getting something, but I didn’t see what. When she came back, in her hand was a thick silver vibrator. She turned it on by twisting the bottom end, but I could not quite make out any sound coming from it. But when she brought the smooth, warmed, tapered end to my leaking nipple, I knew it was working. Slowly she dragged the milk-dipped vibrator down my body. Its vibrations pleasured first my small breast…then my tummy…finally she began teasing my clitoris.

My body was screaming for more, but I couldn’t move at all. I needed desperately to press my clitoris against the vibrator, or at least to feel it inside me. But my clitoris’s only steady comfort was the warm air, punctuated by intermittent kisses from the vibrator. I began sobbing, and finally she relented and gave me what I needed. I was slowly, gently filled by the vibrator, and she slid back up to kiss my lips before moving back down. Once there she began to massage my labia with her fingers as she sucked my clitoris. My genitals felt raw, hypersensitive. Every touch was extremely intense, but she knew how to stimulate me just enough to avoid causing me pain. As she sensed I was close to orgasm, she took her tongue from my clitoris and left me with only the vibrator and her fingers on my labia. She changed techniques on my labia, using them to stretch the skin leading to my hood. My clitoris couldn’t feel anything directly, only the pressure and stretching near it. I would not be able to orgasm without her tending to my clit.

Her tongue started at my clitoris, slowly trailing upward. My tummy, my breastbone, until she arrived at my lips. She paused there, kissing me with the taste of my own need on her lips. She took my bottom in her hands, and lifted me onto the bed. We began to make out, her hands gently caressing my breasts as she kneeled on the floor in front of me, my own small hands on her shoulders.

After drinking in each other’s lips for several minutes, she took me in her arms, moving me farther up onto the bed. Finally I arrived with my bottom on the strange cushion fixed in the center of the bed. It was molded to support my bottom and lower back. And there were restraints I hadn’t noticed before. They were wide strips of soft fabric, designed to fold over my legs as I sat in the cushion. A third such strap was under my waist. It was wider, and slightly tapered like a corset.

She looked me in the eyes. “What’s our safe word?”

“California.”

“Okay.”

First she affixed my waist with the corset. This centered my bottom on the cushion. It was snug, but soft, and supported my back comfortably. The straps at my thighs, when she secured them, held my thighs open at about a 45 degree angle. Just enough to fully expose my genitals. My pelvis was completely immobile, elevated, and I couldn’t close my thighs. Fortunately she had placed a huge towel under the seat, knowing how leaky my body would get. Of course, I could reach down and fumble the straps and corset open if necessary. She fixed this rather quickly, as I felt the fur-lined cuffs being secured around my wrists and ankles. Only when I was comfortably restrained spread-eagle on the bed did I notice the mirror on the ceiling.

I watched myself strain against the bonds to no avail. I couldn’t move my thighs a single degree closer together to cover my private parts, and I couldn’t move my pelvis an inch. Mercifully, she didn’t start with my exposed genitals. She left me lying there, the warm air brushing my skin, and went to get something. Restrained as I was, I couldn’t turn very far to see her. She came back to the satin bed with a set of two small plastic cups connected to flexible tubes. She generously licked my left nipple and areola, coating them in her mouth’s wetness, and set the cup upside down on my small breast. Looking into my eyes as she moved to the other breast, she repeated the process with my right nipple. The tubes leading from them she then connected to something under the nightstand I couldn’t see. I heard a low humming sound, and the soft rubber edges of the cups pressed into my breasts as the cups began sucking my nipples. The device under the nightstand must have been a breast pump. We had been experimenting with making me lactate, by various hormones and massage techniques.

Finally we got to her sedan, and she set me in the passenger seat. I watched her as she walked around the front to the driver’s side. She moved like a predator, like a tigress protecting her cubs, even in something so mundane as taking me home for more desperate fucking. All of the fifteen minutes it took to drive to her place, I was squirming in my seat. Half from the residual heat in my pelvis, and half from what I suspected would be done to me when we arrived at her place. Which after what seemed like ages, we did. I stood close to her in the elevator, nuzzling her arm like I’d never been out in the world before.

I hadn’t. Not with my pussy threatening to drip onto my shoes, at least. We got to her floor, and she led me to her apartment. At first, I couldn’t point to any specific changes. The living room looked the same. Maybe the kitchen? No, that was the same, olive oil bottles and everything.

I asked about the remodeling, and she innocently replied…”Oh, all of the remodeling was in the bedroom, sweetie.” I’ve got rather pale skin, but I’m sure I turned even whiter when she said this. I didn’t even ask, I just let her lead me into the bedroom…and was presented with a sight that made my heart leap into my throat. This was no longer a bedroom. This was, however soft and plush, nothing less than a sex dungeon. The king size bed was still present, still centered to take full advantage of the breathtaking view of downtown Chicago. But the sheets were now black satin, and the pillows dark red chenille, apparently inspired by my suggestions a few weeks earlier.

To the head and foot boards were tied two sets of fur-lined leather cuffs…for wrists and ankles. On the wall next to the bed hung various and sundry toys. And set in the middle of the bed was some sort of…seat. It was elevated slightly, and affixed to the sides of the bed by thick metal rods. Michelle tossed me over one shoulder and carried me to the bed, setting me down.

She removed her clothes for me, letting me drink in the sight of her as my thighs involuntarily held my forearms to my glowing vulva. Her breasts, larger than mine. Her hips, wider. Her pubic hair thick and luxurious, trimmed only near the center to allow easy access. Once she was nude she stood me up and began to undress me. My shirt, my slightly damp bra. Her height placed her breasts almost at eye level for me. She knew I loved her breasts, and moved closer, just close enough that they were almost touching my face. She slid down as she slid my panties down with her. She lifted each foot out of them, tossed them aside, and as she stood back up, she licked me.

And it was. My toes curled and my hand spasmed around her arm as the first shuddering waves of tight hot sweetness came. She inserted more of her fingers’ length, more warm flesh for my pussy to hold onto as it lost control. I was soaking wet, spilling more than enough juice onto her fingers to let her slide against my G-spot. She combined this with alternately rubbing the shaft of my clitoris and the exposed tip. I squeezed her forearm between my thighs, gasping, trying not to make a sound as my body betrayed me… As the orgasm finally began to subside, she finally turned from the meal. She looked at me with the amused expression of a cat owner seeing her pussy chase its tail.

“You see what I can do to you? Imagine if I’d had both hands free. Now I think you’ve been finished with your meal for some time, and I’ve finished mine. So…I think you should put yourself back together, wipe your juice from your thighs, and I’ll take you home so you can see what happens when I’m really imaginative.”

I hadn’t been to her place in some time, probably a few weeks. She had been telling me off and on about some remodeling she’d done to her apartment. Nothing major, just new furniture and things. Not that her apartment really needed improvements. The Lake Point Towers in downtown Chicago were already pristine. For eight grand a month, hers certainly had better be. But I was still interested in the changes. These thoughts were not absent from my mind as I collected myself.

I had no idea silk napkins were so absorbent. Or at least they felt like silk as they cleaned my inner thighs off. She had stepped out of the booth to pay our bill at the maitre’d’s desk, while I cleaned my vulva and pulled up my panties. Finally she parted the curtains and stuck her head back in.

“Ready to go?”

I replied in the affirmative, slowly finding the composure to stand and smooth my skirt. As I stepped out of the booth, I felt as if my forehead had “slut” written across it. I held onto Michelle and she held onto me as I half-stumbled to the car. I guess it doesn’t take alcohol to get me drunk. Fortunately there were no excessively odd stares from the patrons, although God knows what the waiter found when he got back to our booth.

I stared into her eyes in disbelief. We were in public. And she was so matter-of-fact…she didn’t care where we were. Part of me wondered who would walk past the booth, but there had been no traffic in 15 minutes. I let go, kicking my heels off and sinking my head onto her shoulder. For a few moments she kissed my face…and surprised me again. She took her right hand from my face and went back to eating her food and drinking her wine. Her left hand didn’t miss a beat. Consistently, laboriously, she began to press against my G-spot.

She kept her thumb on my clitoris, stroking it up and down, massaging my clit with my own sheath. I turned my head, still on her shoulder, to face her. To look at her expression, you’d think she was just enjoying a regular meal. Her face was…not just blank. Smug. Sinister. This diabolical bitch was going to make me spill all over her hand without breaking a sweat. God, yes. I wasn’t ashamed. Not at being masturbated in public, not for lubricating all over these fine cushions. If I was a slut, I was her slut. I held onto her shoulder with my right hand, my left around her waist.

I buried my face in her shoulder, finally free and able to simply enjoy her ministrations to my sex. Her smooth, round fingertips sensed me tightening, and pressed upward, the pressure on my G-spot so insistent I thought I might be lifted off my seat. For her part, she remained deadpan, almost clinical. Simultaneously, she intensified her stimulation of my clitoris, and took another sip of wine. I was sobbing, ready to scream, and this was just child’s play to her. She looked in my eyes (which had widened to the size of saucers), smiled, and went back to her sushi just as my body started heating up. My pussy was on fire, I was afraid that when I came I would crush her hand. I quickly forgot that concern. Her hand’s every motion startled me with both its gentleness and its strength. Her hand, only a few fingers of it really, had tamed my sex, mastered it. While the other nonchalantly stuffed her face. The heat in my pelvis began to toast the rest of my body, and seemingly the whole room…I managed to relax my muscles, knowing that release was imminent…

I like to think of myself as urbane, and I like to think of Chicago as the ultimate urbane city. It really is just the way it looks in movies. Slick. Clean. Great architecture. Lots of live music if you know where to look. But I also like to daydream too much. I was at my favorite Japanese steakhouse, thinking about how good the city looked at night. Fortunately my girlfriend didn’t notice. She just sat there on the right side of the secluded booth…nibbling at nigiri sushi.

The last time we were here was a year ago, after we first met. And just like the first time, our booth was very out of the way. A little darker and cozier than the rest, the low cushions lining the side and back walls just a bit more plush. I sat in the center, my attention less focused on my own food than how she enjoyed hers…the chopsticks sliding over her lips, the demure way she dabbed them dry. I never understood why she was so dainty about food or anything else, as Michelle is nearly eight inches taller than me and quite the soft butch. Well, tall or not, she’s cute when she’s eating.

My food was lukewarm (as opposed to being properly chilly), and I had lost interest in it some time before. I just watched her eating, savoring the rice and sake. And her lips…they’ve always been very full, and red, even without makeup.

Instead of letting her use the napkin, I leaned in for a kiss, licking the sweet liquor from her lips. She paused, setting down her cup; accepting my lips, and then my tongue, and then returning my interest with her own. Her right hand caressed my face, but her left…there were fingers. Soft ones. And they were up my skirt. Michelle keeps her fingernails manicured and painted silver, but short. For me.

I couldn’t even feel her nails inside me, only firm, insistent flesh. And her thumb pressing my clitoris. My panties she had pulled aside, and now she got to the point. She pulled my panties down to just above the hem of my skirt…her right hand still on my face, she stopped kissing me. She looked me straight in the eyes, as a predator might taunt its next meal, and was no longer simply touching. Her fingers began sliding in and out as she unashamedly, unabashedly began to masturbate me.

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I lightly tickled the rigid shaft, trailing my fingernails over the sensitive head as he laid a pattern of nibbling bites along my neck. He balanced himself on one arm, his free hand first guiding one of my taut nipples to his mouth, then slipping down to feel my exposed cunt. I had just shaved, so I was slick and smooth, almost slippery with my hot wetness sliding past my smooth pussylips to the crack of my ass. He moaned a bit against my nipple as he touched me, pushing one finger in my cunt and wiggling gently, causing my hand to clench convulsively at his thick hard penis.

He brought his mouth up to kiss me again, working his cock closer to my pussy, then into me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started out slow, with long deep strokes that made me come almost instantly, but with each orgasm, my cunt muscles grabbed his cock harder, and before too long the force of his strokes drove me into the seat of the police car. I leaned forward to nibble on his chest and neck when he suddenly exploded, spilling his thick hot cum into me and sending me on another round of delicious orgasms. We lay there a moment, his warm weight atop me as we quietly nuzzled each other.

His head was buried against my neck when I opened my eyes and saw bright blue and brilliant red splashed in strobes across the inside of the police car. I nudged my boyfriend gently, “Did you leave the lights on?” He shook his head, then peeked up to take a look around. Suddenly a bright white light pinpointed his face, and there was the sound of several people applauding, whistling and hooting. One actually called out, “Come out with your hands up! Or are you just cumming?” He didn’t know wether to laugh or get embarrassed, so he made the best of it by tucking himself back in and crawling out of the car to face his fellow officers, leaving me to get myself tidied up. At least the seat wasn’t cold any longer.

It was a sticky August night, and truly what I felt like doing was lying in a cool bath and reading a magazine, but my boyfriend had just called, and he wanted to “show me something.” Great. Well, that’s part of being a girlfriend I suppose so I slid into a pair of cutoffs and a t-shirt to wait for him. I was sitting on the front porch, rocking the swing and listening to the crickets when a police car drove up. The red and blue lights flashed a moment, and looking closer, I saw that it was indeed my rookie cop boyfriend, grinning from ear to ear at his long-awaited, finally issued police cruiser.
I couldn’t help but to be happy for him; he’d been on the waiting list for three months now, so I bounced down the stairs (literally, I wasn’t wearing a bra) and leaned in the window to give him a kiss. He was all excited, giving me a deep kiss before telling me about his newest police toy. He patted the seat next to him, “Come on, let me take you for a ride!” I nearly protested, seeing that I was barely dressed, no shoes, and oh, what the hell.

I locked up the house and jumped in the front seat next to him, bare feet and all. He talked animatedly as we drove around town, heading vaguely in the direction of the desert mesas a few miles beyond the city limits, his hand idly stroking my leg. I was leaning up against the passenger side door, legs stretched over his lap as I watched him. You have to understand now, my boyfriend is drop dead gorgeous, and seeing that muscular 6′1″ bod in that extremely sexy black police uniform is enough to send me spinning. So I couldn’t help it when I started rubbing his cock gently through his trousers with my foot. He laughed and guided the police cruiser down a little used desert road, stopping about 100 yards from the nearly-empty highway. “You’re feeling excitable tonight,” he murmured, leaning forward to capture my lips with his. “Al I wanted to do was take you for a ride.”

I grinned and slid my arms around his neck, kissing him back and leaning my tits into his arm - a ride was certainly what I had in mind, at that. His car didn’t have a “cage”, so I slid into the back seat, working my shorts off in the process. The vinyl was cold against my ass, but wouldn’t be for much longer as he worked off his gun belt and slid over the seat on top of me. Our tongues entwined, his hand cradling my head as he pulled me closer for a deep hot kiss. My hands traveled down to unzip his trousers - already I could feel the iron-hard length of his cock straining to be free.

  Debbie and I figured it was about  time  to  undress  Julie.

 This  time  Debbie went for her pants and I pulled off her shirt.

 I lifted it up to find no bra,  just her full tits.   Her nipples

 were  rock hard and I couldn’t resist the temptation to just take

 a mouth full.  I looked down at Debbie to see her tongue flicking

 back and forth between Julie’s legs.  I pushed Julie back down in

 the seat so that Debbie could have clear access to the flesh  she

 wanted  so  bad.    I  massaged  and sucked on Julie’s tits while

 Debbie continued to eat her pussy.  It was a magnificent sight.

      Debbie stopped what she was  doing,  smiled,  looked  up  at

 Julie and said, “you taste so good I could eat you forever.”

      Julie replied,  “you can eat me anytime you want, as much as

 you want.”

      These words coming from two beautiful girl was enough to get

 me hard again.   I was so excited that I reached down and started

 to stroke myself to get a full hard-on.  It bothered Julie that I

 was  doing  that  myself  so she reached down between my legs and

 took over.  Her soft hands did a fine job at getting me hard.

      Debbie was very careful to ensure that Julie was getting the

 most from her tongue.  She used her hands to massage Julie’s soft

 folds of flesh and to caress her still bare mound.

      By this time Julie was getting  worked  up  again.    I  was

 massaging  her  chest  while Debbie continued to eat her out with

 unparalleled skill.  I guess it takes a girl to know what another

 girl really likes.   Julie’s breathing got  heavier  and  heavier

 until  I  could  hear her moaning under her breath.   She stopped

 stroking my cock and began to  massage  her  pussy  right  around

 Debbie’s  tongue.   I kept right on going with hands and mouth on

 Julie’s chest.   She was so close to the  coming  that  her  body

 started  to  tense.    I  think  Debbie  could  tell that because

 immediately she buried her entire face  into  Julie’s  pussy  and

 applied  pressure  to  her  clit.   Julie came very shortly after

 that.  You could see the spasms running through her body.  Debbie

 didn’t stop though, she kept right on licking at her.  Her orgasm

 slowly subsided and she pulled Debbie up to her  feet  and  close

 enough  so  they  could put their lips together for a very loving

 and very wet kiss.

      After what seemed like an eternal kiss, Julie just collapsed

 letting her arms fall to her side.  Debbie smiled as she stood up

 looking at Julie’s body and the affect that she had on her.  When

 she realized that Julie just wanted to rest,  she turned  to  me,

 took  me  by  the hand and said,  “now the two of us can be alone

 again.”

      Being with both Julie and  Debbie  was  super  exciting  but

 there   was   something  really  special  about  having  Debbie’s

 undivided attention.   When we made love we weren’t just fucking,

 we  were,  as I said,  making love.   It was very special when we

 were together alone.

      Debbie stepped out from between Julie’s  legs  and  we  both

 walked  across  the room to a large sliding glass door which lead

 to Debbie’s back yard.    The  sun  had  set  and  the  yard  was

 surrounded  by tall bushes so I didn’t feel like we were going to

 be watched.  We walked to a large hammock swinging in the breeze.

 Debbie laid down in it,  hung her legs over the sides  and  said,

 ”there  is  nothing  like making love under the stars with a warm

 breeze blowing.”

      I couldn’t have agreed with her more.   I guided myself into

 the hammock and laid down on top of her.   We embraced each other

 for several minutes before I slid my cock into her.   We had both

 come  not long before so we both knew that this was going to be a

 long and beautiful experience.   I pumped for what seemed  to  be

 thirty  minutes  or more.   We were rolling around in the hammock

 each entwined with the other’s arms and  legs.    We  had  to  be

 careful  not  to  roll  out of the hammock but because our bodies

 were just one large mass but we always slid back to the center of

 the hammock.   During this entire event,  not a word  was  passed

 between us.  This evening was beyond compare.

      I  could feel my orgasm building but it was still a long way

 off.   Debbie was also showing signs that she was losing control.

 I  began  to  hump  faster  and faster and Debbie began to breath

 harder but still did not come.   I knew that this was going to be

 one  hell  of  a  climax  when it finally came.   To add a little

 change of pace,  I sat up pulling Debbie with me and landing  her

 right  in  my  lap.    I  was still inside her but now she was in

 control.   In this position,  her feet were  able  to  touch  the

 ground  so  she  was capable of going up and down on me with ease

 and that she did.   She jumped up and down taking my full  length

 into  her at every stroke and landing hard so that her clit could

 get the most stimulation.   She leaned forward as she bounced and

 put  her  arms around me.   Our lips met as we breathed in unison

 and in time with her strokes.

      I wanted to come but my body just  wasn’t  ready.    It  was

 savoring this experience for all it was worth.   Debbie seemed to

 be doing the same.  We kept going up and down, in and out until I

 felt like I was going to drop from exhaustion.   The night breeze

 was  warm  but it was nothing to prevent us from sweating.   Soon

 our entire bodies were covered with sweat  and  we  slid  against

 each other very smoothly.

      Julie  came  in  and gave Debbie a kiss than came over to me

 and gave me one also that included a little slip of  the  tongue.

 She  looked  down  at  my pants and noticed a bulge so she asked,

 ”what have you two been doing?”

      Debbie replied,  “nothing yet,  we were just getting  warmed

 up.”

      Julie  sat  herself  down  in  a  chair facing the couch and

 Debbie and I sat down where we were on the couch.   She sat  down

 right  next to me so I put my arm around her and pulled her close

 to me.   Debbie began staring at Julie and I couldn’t figure  out

 why until she asked, “what have you been smoking?”

      “What do you think I’ve been smoking?”

      “You’re going to be loads of fun tonight.”

      “You bet I am.   Why don’t you two start fooling around so I

 can watch and get even hornier than I already am?”

      Debbie looked over at me then back to  Julie  and  said,  “I

 think that can be arranged.”

      Debbie  took my hand which was over her shoulder and slid it

 down inside her top until  I  took  hold  of  one  of  her  tits.

 Julie’s  eyes became glued to us.   Debbie reached over and undid

 the snap and zipper on my pants and pulled out my cock which  was

 now  stiff  as  a flag pole.   She wrapped her hand around it and

 commenced stroking.   I took my free hand and opened up  Debbie’s

 pants.   I tried to stick my hand inside her pants but we were so

 tangled up that it was useless.   I pulled  my  hands  away  from

 Debbie  and  we both stood up.   I lifted her top off at the same

 time she lifted my shirt off.   I pulled her close to me to  give

 her a kiss and to feel her nipples dig into my chest.

      I  inched  my  hands down to the waist band of her pants and

 pushed her pants down to about her knees.   Then I got down on my

 knees  and  pushed her pants the rest of the way and removed them

 from her body.   I lifted my head up and there I  saw  her  still

 bare pussy.  There was a little stubble now as it was starting to

 grow  back  but  that  didn’t  bother  me at all.   I put my face

 between her legs and darted my tongue in and out at the  lips  of

 her  pussy.    Debbie  spread  her  legs a little bit to allow me

 better access.   As I was giving her this tongue action  I  could

 look up to see her with her eyes closed,  squeezing her tits, and

 playing with her nipples.

      After a few minutes I stopped what I was doing and  I  stood

 up.    Debbie  knew what to do immediately.   She got down on her

 knees and removed my pants and then proceeded to lick the  length

 of  my shaft.   I looked over to Julie and I could see her just a

 few  feet  away  put  her  hand  inside  her  pants   and   start

 masturbating.   Debbie looked over her way and knowing that Julie

 was really getting turned on,  slipped my dick into her mouth and

 sucked  on  it with all she had.   I played with her hair and her

 ears as she was sucking and that seemed to stimulate her a little

 bit more.   As soon as I felt like I was only a few minutes  away

 from  coming,  I stopped Debbie and maneuvered her body until she

 was lying on her back on a coffee table that was right  in  front

 of  Julie’s chair.   I spread Debbie’s legs so Julie could have a

 beautiful view and then I placed the head of my dick right at her

 entrance.  I ran it up and down her slit to stimulate both Debbie

 and Julie.   Julie couldn’t wait for me to put  it  in  her.    I

 teased  both  of them just a little bit but then I couldn’t stand

 it myself any longer so I leaned forward and pushed my cock  into

 Debbie’s  tight  hole  very  slowly.   Both Debbie and Julie were

 moaning.   I could see Julie’s hand moving inside her pants at  a

 pretty  good  clip.   I knew she was going to come soon.   Debbie

 moaned louder as I pumped harder and faster.   Soon  Debbie  came

 with  a  flurry of arms and legs.   They were waving all over the

 place.   I was only moments from coming so I kept right on  going

 and the moment before I came,  I pulled out of Debbie,  jumped up

 on Julie’s lap and came right in  her  face.    That  caught  her

 completely  be  surprised  and it was enough to send her over the

 edge as she came also.

      Debbie,  as soon as she realized what I had done,  jumped up

 and  started  to  lick my come off Julie’s face and then gave her

 one of the sloppiest kisses I’ve ever seen.   When that hot scene

 was  over we all just started laughing.   I don’t know why it was

 just kind of funny.