by Desconhecido
“I love to watch women make love,” Lydia said.
She reached over and stroked the bulge in Paul’s slacks. “Apparently you do too,” she added. “Feel free to jerk off while you watch.”
He realized she was serious and dutifully extracted his dick.
Lydia went to the table and selected a hot pink vibrator. She ran her fingers suggestively up and down the length of it, then she slipped it in her mouth and made it nice and wet.
The brunette pulled the blonde girl’s pussy lips apart. Lydia pushed the vibrator into the girl’s shaved pussy. She twisted it slowly as she inched it deeper inside her. The brunette continued to manipulate the blonde girl’s clit.
“Here,’ Lydia said, handing the vibrator over to the brunette. “Finish her.”
Lydia undressed and straddled the blonde girl’s face.
Paul watched it all as he slowly pulled on his cock. It aroused him to no end to see the three women together like that. He liked the idea of women touching and kissing one another. He fantasized about it now and then. To actually see it, though, made his cock harder than he remembered it ever being before.
As Lydia reached the fever pitch of her climax, arching her back and moaning with the pleasure of her release, Paul ejaculated onto the floor.
* * * *
She greeted him at the front door wearing a black leather corset laced up the front, skimpy panties, thigh-high stockings, and stiletto heels. The sight of her like that never failed to give Paul an instant hard-on.
He’d been seeing her for five months now. He was completely in her grasp. There was nothing she could ask of him that he would refuse.
He followed her into the living room. They drank wine, as was almost always the opening custom. She took a Sobranie Black Russian from a box on the coffee table and held it to her lips. Paul lit it for her with a hand-carved ivory lighter shaped like a penis.
He watched her lips tighten around the gold filter of the cigarette. He her lips around his cock. She hadn’t sucked his cock yet. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel her mouth on him.
They went upstairs, into the bedroom. Handcuffs, a chrome vibrator, a latex strap-on dildo, and a bottle of K-Y warming lubricant lay scattered over the bed.
“I want you to get naked and climb onto the bed, Paul,” she said. “Tonight is the night you are initiated. This is the big test. If you pass, your job at the college is secure. If you fail, you’ll find yourself teaching elementary school in some hick town somewhere in Arkansas.”
Paul took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed. He started to turn around to face her, but she stopped him. “On your hands and knees,” she said.
He undressed, trying not to show how apprehensive he felt. He turned back around, presenting his backside to her. This was his make-or-break moment.
This was his future.
Lydia climbed up beside him and reached under him to take hold of his erection. She gave it a good squeeze and picked up the chrome vibrator. She switched it on. The buzz of the thing made Paul’s asshole clench.
Lydia touched the tip of the vibrator to Paul’s anus, then she pulled it away just as quickly, sticking it between her legs instead. She pushed it against her panties, pushing the panties up into her pussy the fat, vibrating tip. “Oh, yes… oh, that feels good,” she moaned, twisting the vibrator deeper inside her.
She jerked Paul’s cock as she fucked herself with the vibrator, stopping now and then to allow him to settle down. She didn’t want him to come yet. Not until she was ready for him.
Paul’s cock stuck straight out in front of him, hard and swollen. His balls felt like boulders. The skin stretched taut and out over his dick. He could remember feeling this horny and unfulfilled only one other time in his life, back when he’d been a kid in high school. He’d made out with one of the cheerleaders in the backseat of his dad’s car. She’d given him a hand job almost to the point of climax before she suddenly came down with a bad case of religion. He went home and jerked off later that night, but even that hadn’t relieved the pressure.
“I bet you’d like me to suck your cock,” Lydia said.
Those words made Paul’s ears stand up.
“Is that what you want?” she asked.
She pushed the tip of the vibrator between the cheeks of his ass. It found his puckered anus like a heat-seeking missile. Paul shifted nervously. This was more than he’d bargained for. He loved his job, but did he want it so bad he was willing to let her shove that thing in his ass?
“Relax,” she said, stroking his ass with one hand.
She pushed the tip of the vibrator against his asshole. He tensed up instinctively. She took the vibrator away, lubed it with a generous amount of K-Y, and this time slid it right into his ass. She turned the vibration up a notch and really began to tug on his cock.
“You like that?” she asked. “Does that feel good?”
The pressure created by the vibrator combined with the deft motion of her hand was enough to bring him to the brink of orgasm almost immediately. As if she sensed his oncoming climax, she suddenly stopped everything, leaving the vibrator in his ass and taking her hand from his cock.
She removed her panties, grabbed the strap-on cock, and sat on it, driving her pussy down to the hilt. “Lick me,” she said in a breathy tone.
Paul turned around on his hands and knees, the vibrator still lodged in his ass, and put his face between Lydia ’s legs. He tongued her clit and licked the lips of her pussy where they molded to the shape of the dildo. Lydia came up on the dildo, leaving just the tip of it inside her, then drove herself down on it again. Paul kept pace, never taking his tongue from her pussy as she fucked the latex cock.
Lydia grabbed his hair and held him against her. “Don’t stop,” she gasped. “I’m coming.”
She pumped her pussy against his face and bounced on the dildo. Paul found it hard to breathe, but he worked his tongue up and down on her swollen clit, occasionally sucking it between his lips to nibble.
Lydia impaled herself on the dildo and thrashed her hips when her climax overtook her. Paul licked until his tongue felt like it might fall off. He was grateful when Lydia finally fell away from him, lying back across the bed with the dildo still embedded in her cunt.
Paul became aware of the vibrator buzzing away in his ass. He’d forgotten about it in the heat of the moment. He removed it and turned it off. The absence of the high-pitched buzz brought Lydia out of her post-orgasm euphoria.
“Would you like to come?” she said.
She took the dildo from her pussy and strapped it around her waist, getting onto her knees as she did.
“Turn around,” she said.
The latex dildo glistened with her pussy juice, but she smeared K-Y Jelly over the tip of it anyway.
She fucked his ass with long, slow strokes, pumping his cock at the same time. It wasn’t long before the deep thrusts of the dildo and her pumping fist made him come, and Lydia continued jerking him off until she’d milked every last drop of his cum over her fingers.
She pulled the dildo from Paul’s ass. He turned around now, his cock hanging limp against his thigh. Lydia pulled her panties back on.
“It looks as if you’ll be teaching at Belmont for some time to come,” she told him. “So long as we have an understanding.”
Paul understood just fine. There were two types of people in the world. The key to success was finding your place in that world.
Paul had crammed for the exam and passed.
He knew his place.
Hot Chocolate, Whipped Cream
Robin listened as her boyfriend broke up with her on the other end of the line. He told her she was special, but that he wasn’t ready to settle down. He still had so much he wanted to explore, he needed to find himself, and he didn’t think it was fair to either of them to be tied into anything serious. Oh, and by the way, we can still be friends.
Yeah, right.
She tossed her cell pho
ne down on her nightstand and threw herself on her bed. She stared out the window. It had been snowing most of the day. It was still coming down pretty good.
She’d intended to spend the long Thanksgiving break with Javon. She’d even made up some story to her parents about why she wouldn’t be able to make it home for the holiday, and now she’d be spending it alone.
That dumb-ass boy had no idea what he was giving up by dissing her like this. She stood up and looked at herself in the ornate full-length mirror she’d brought with her from home. She wasn’t stuck on herself, but she wasn’t blind either. She could see how good she looked. All her curves were in the right places, her skin was smooth and milk-chocolate brown, her eyes were wide and innocent, and she had thick, beautiful black curls that hung down over her shoulders.
She could have her pick of guys.
She went to the window and looked out at the white coating over everything. The trees were heavy with snow and the roofs of the buildings were all covered with at least a half foot of the powdery stuff. It was all very serene. Too bad her emotions were a raging volcano waiting to erupt.
* * * *
Trish curled up in bed and tried to read. She’d been trying to get through Stephen King’s The Stand for months now. That guy just didn’t know how to write small. She needed to keep a notebook handy just to remember the characters she encountered along the way.
She finally had plenty of time to settle in and get the book read. She’d intended to go home for the Thanksgiving holiday, but her parents were at it again, fighting like cats and dogs, and she didn’t feel like going through it. Their constant bickering was the main reason she’d decided to go away to college. The further from home she was, the better her excuse for not being able to come home as often as they would have liked.
She felt a little creeped out. The campus was deserted as near as she could tell. At least, she hadn’t yet seen anyone else, though she’d mostly confined herself to her dorm because of the heavy snowfall.
She had everything she needed to get her through the Thanksgiving break. Access to the kitchen, a car if she needed to get to town for any reason (although she was sure she wouldn’t be driving in this weather), and good ol’ Stephen King.
What more could a girl ask for?
She opened the book and leaned against the headboard of her bed, feet crossed at the ankles. She propped the book up and began to read. It wasn’t long before her eyes became tired. She set the book aside, slipped on her shoes, and wandered into the hallway.
Creepy.
She was used to the halls being filled with a bunch of giggling girls dodging in and out of each other’s rooms, swapping stories about some of the hot guys on campus, or rushing to get homework assignments finished at the last minute.
She went down to the cafeteria and bought a sandwich, chips, and a soda. She was on her way back upstairs when she ran into Robin in the stairwell.
“Oh my God,” Trish said, nearly falling backward down the stairs. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“You scared me too,” Robin said. “I thought I was alone in the building.”
“I was just getting something to eat,” Trish said, showing Robin her food as if she were verifying where she’d been.
“That’s what I was heading downstairs to do,” Robin said. She hesitated a moment, almost as if she were embarrassed to ask. “You wouldn’t mind walking downstairs with me, would you?”
“No problem,” Trish said.
The two girls walked down to the cafeteria. Robin bought a fruit pie, chips, and bottled water from the vending machines.
“Wanna hang out?” Trish asked Robin as they started back upstairs. “It’ll be nice to have the company.”
“Sure,” Robin said. “This place was starting to spook me.”
“You hear for the whole holiday?” Trish asked.
“Yep. Looks like it,” Robin said.
The two girls went to Trish’s dorm room. Trish sat on her bed and Robin sat at the desk. They ate. Trish asked Robin why she hadn’t gone home for Thanksgiving. Robin told her about Javon.
“Guys can be real assholes,” Trish said. “That’s why I’m not in a relationship now. I’d rather not have the hassle.”
Trish was a bookish blonde, thin and small breasted. Not cover girl material by any set of standards, but cute in a girl-next-door sort of way. She had pale blue eyes that seemed to suggest a bit of a wild side. Robin picked up on it right away.
Robin glanced at the thick book lying next to Trish’s pillow. “What’s that you’re reading?” she asked.
“ The Stand,” Trish said.
“Damn, girl, why don’t you just watch the movie?” Robin said. “It takes less time, and you don’t have to work your brain nearly as hard.”
“The movie is never as good as the book,” Trish said.
“Oh, you’re one of them,” Robin said in a manner that sounded accusatory.
“What’s that mean, one of them?”
“You know, all brainy and shit,” Robin said.
“I’m not brainy at all. I like to read. I can’t help it.”
“I read too,” Robin said. “I just prefer the sexy stuff. You know, erotica. Dirty stories. The kind of stories that get me all wet and horny.
Trish blushed. She wasn’t a naïve or anything. She’d had a couple of sexual experiences with guys, and she masturbated a lot. She had an active imagination, probably because she spent so much time reading.
Robin said she had some wine stashed in her room. She went to get it. When she returned a few minutes later, she had two bottles of wine and a box of books. The books were mostly thin, well-worn paperbacks. There were a couple of glossy magazines as well.
“Okay, this is the stuff I’m talking about,” Robin said, handing one of the paperbacks to Trish.
Trish thumbed through the book while Robin opened the wine and searched the room for something to drink from. When she found nothing, she took a drink of wine straight from the bottle and handed it to Trish.
“We could get into so much trouble for this,” Trish said, taking a big drink from the bottle.
“There isn’t anyone around to catch us,” Robin said.
They passed the first bottle of wine back and forth as they went through Robin’s books. They took turns reading juicy passages and then discussing the situations presented.
“What’s your wildest fantasy?” Robin asked.
“Oh, I don’t know… maybe getting spanked. For some reason, I really like the idea of being spanked.”
“Girl, are you crazy? Why would you want somebody paddling your ass?”
“I don’t know. I was an only child, really spoiled, so maybe that has something to do with it.”
“I’d spank your bottom for you, but I sure as hell wouldn’t let you do it to me. No way I want my ass smacked.”
They drank more wine.
“What’s your fantasy?” Trish asked.
“Oh, hell, that’s easy,” Robin responded without thinking about it. “I’ve always wanted to do it with another girl.”
“Really?”
Trish sounded intrigued.
“Un- huh. Always have. Not that I don’t like guys. Believe me, I love spreading my legs for a nice, thick cock. Javon, the asshole I told you about, was good in that department. What they say about black guys is true, at least in my experience. Javon was a prime example.”
Trish’s cheeks turned pink.
“I mean it,” Robin said. “You should try black dick at least one time. Once you go black…”
“You’ll never go back,” Trish finished in unison with her.
They fell into a drunken fit of giggles that soon became wild laughter. They were lying across the bed, both of them propping their chin in their hand, with Robin’s box of goodies in between them. They suddenly stopped laughing and stared at each other a moment, feeling the charge of sexual energy between them.
“So, if I spank you, will you play with
me?” Robin asked.
“Play with you?”
“Yeah, you know… a little girl-girl stuff?”
“Um, I guess so…”
Trish didn’t want to admit it, but the thought of fooling around with another girl turned her on too. She’d thought about it before. Not in any sort of detail, but enough to know she might enjoy it.
Robin leaned over the box and brushed her lips against Trish’s. It was a tentative kiss at first, but then Robin began to nibble Trish’s lower lip. Trish responded by parting her lips ever so slightly. Robin flicked her tongue against Trish’s lower lip and then worked it into Trish’s mouth.
The kiss lasted a full thirty seconds. Trish liked it a lot. It felt good. Very soft and sensual. Nothing about it resembled the sloppy kissing she was used to with the guys she’d been with.
Robin sat up and moved the box to the floor. Trish sat up and faced her. Robin pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it over the edge of the bed, then she began undoing the button’s of Trish’s blouse.
Trish wore a white bra with pink flower patterns and lace edges. Robin reached around behind her and fiddled with the bra clasp. She slipped the straps of the bra from Trish’s shoulders one at a time, then pulled bra away from Trish’s breasts and deposited it onto the floor.
Next she removed her own bra, freeing her slightly larger breasts. Her dark brown nipples were erect, the areolas puffy and covered with goose bumps. She ran her hands up and cupped a breast in each, giving them a slight squeeze.
She reached out and took one of Trish’s hands and brought it to her chest. Trish didn’t need any more encouragement than that. She traced her finger around one nipple, then she did the same with the other. She bent down and took one of Robin’s nipples in her mouth, all the while fondling Robin’s other tit.
“That feels good,” Robin whispered, placing a hand on the back of Trish’s head to guide her. “Don’t forget the other one.”
Trish switched back and forth between Robin’s breasts, taking the chocolate-colored nipples between her lips and drawing them into her mouth. She bathed them with her tongue, making each one nice and wet, sometimes sucking, sometimes even biting gently.
