Tammy was adorable. With her short brown hair and huge green eyes, she was a young roller skating champion. She was in her early twenties, squat and build like an Olympian but with small firm breasts and legs that could crush just about anything they were wrapped around. Her body was always perfect thanks to her intense work out routines and she rarely indulged in more than a drink or two but tonight she and Scott were celebrating their medals and their last nights in the States. Tammy was ready to drink and let the night take her wherever it happened to lead.
Scott was Tammy’s skating partner. He was also build like a brick shit house. Powerful arms and legs and not an ounce of fat on him. He had a dirty blonde head of hair that was just long enough to move with their twists and turns but trimmed short to keep him safe as he lifted Tammy above his head almost every day at practice. Scott had never had a girlfriend. He loved skating and any one who knew him knew he loved Tammy. Anyone but Scott. He was a little clueless in that department.
The funny thing was Tammy loved him too but these two were not about to cross that line that partners know. Once you get physical, you can’t ever go back. If it doesn’t work out, you’ll ruin your partnership and in this case, their careers. They weren’t about to give into what their bodies and hearts so desperately wanted without a little push. That’s where the punch and I come in.
Tammy and I had been childhood friends. Her mom watched me after school while my mom worked until we were ten. Then, Tammy’s skating career took off and we kept in touch over the years but only got to see each other a few times each year. Just before I was about to graduate from Cal State Bakersfield, Tammy and Scott got invited to skate in Europe. They were about to begin their training in France and then their four-year tour. We were growing up and parting ways as life so often does to those who were once close. I could see that Tammy and Scott were passionately in love with each other and that their giving in to each other would not ever tear them apart, in fact, it would likely get Scott to ask for her partnership in marriage and in life as well. I was determined to get these two together tonight before I missed my chance. I knew what I would have to do. I went and stood next to the bar and began to drink my shots of courage. An hour later, I went to find Tammy.
Scott and Tammy were standing in the corner, laughing and looking longingly at one another, as I knew they would be. They were at the party but clearly alone in their conversation. I jumped in the middle of it and asked them to tell me all about their new adventure. Scott had more to drink than Tammy so he began to tell me all the details of their packing, phone calls with their new company, flight arrangements, etc. This could take a while, I thought to myself. So, I told him that I couldn’t hear him very well and we should find a quieter spot. I lead them both into my dorm room and closed the door. Scott sat in the desk chair and Tammy and I plopped down on the bed. He kept talking about their trip as though I was going to write a documentary about it. He was detail oriented, I’d give him that but geez dude, learn to summarize.
The shots were kicking in and my panties were beginning to burn up as I realized this was my chance to get these two together while living out a fantasy I had secretly had for years. It was hot in my room (as Bakersfield often is) so I unbuttoned my shirt and stripped off my jeans and flopped back down on the bed in my bra and panties. “That’s better,” I said, mostly to myself but loud enough to be heard.
Tammy’s eyes opened a bit and Scott just kept talking. Yep, he was drunk alright. He hadn’t even noticed. However, Tammy did. She was obviously uncertain of what she should do, so I reached over and began to unbutton her shirt. There we go, she was definitely buzzed but had enough sense to see this as her chance. Her chance to say goodbye to me properly and begin what she hoped would be her new beginning with Scott. She took over unbuttoning her shirt and jeans and was soon on the bed in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties. Clearly she had hoped where this was going tonight because girls don’t always take the time to put on matching bra and panty sets unless we hope someone will see them.
At this point Scott was still talking but his voice had a different pitch to it. Slightly unsure, slightly aroused. He was just beginning to describe their new workout routine in France and continued to do so but with many more pauses between words. “I’ve learned living here, when it’s this hot, all you can do is take your clothes off and try to not let it bother you,” I said. Scott slightly nodded his head. Tammy, the smart woman that she is, realized this was her moment to give her man what most men dream about. Two women at once. But he was still talking, drunk and unsure where this was headed. Tammy leaned over and kissed my shoulder, then she moved to kissing my neck. My head slightly tilted so she could get a better angle and my nipples instantly got rock hard. Tammy moved her body so she had more range and slowly moved one hand over to my other arm, stroked it and then ran her hand across to my breast. I gasped. Scott finally stopped talking. We had his attention now.
Tammy looked at me and kissed me on the mouth. Slowly at first but then hard and faster. I didn’t even notice her unclasping my bra but all of a sudden my breasts were free of the fabric and I arched my back in a unspoken plea for attention. She began to rub, pull, and kiss my breasts with abandon. I slowly laid back on the bed and began to pull my panties off. Scott was leaning in his chair to get a better look but there were no more drunken words. He was not going to miss this.
Tammy moved herself on top of me. Her head was at my breasts and began to suck and softly nibble on my nipples. Each one getting their turn. My hips instinctively rose up against her and her hand found my crotch. I again groaned and arched my back and she began to finger my clit. Then she slipped her finger inside my hot, wet hole. Quickly at first, then pulled it out and found my clit again. Oh God! I was wiggling all around my bed, part of me trying to pull away but most of me trying to get her to make me cum. I was so wet that I was sure my bedding would have to be wrung out when we were done. She began to put her finger back in my pussy and move it in and out this time. Then she slipped in a second and a third finger and was pounding harder still. Oh God! Still biting my nipples all the while. I needed to get there. I was so fucking close! I began to touch my clit as she was fucking me with her hand. She laughed and pushed it away. “No, we are going to do this for you. Scott, I need your help.”
I looked at Scott with eyes that were crying out, Please fuck me! I need to cum! Scott would never had done that for me or to me for that matter but for Tammy he’d do anything. So he walked over with his pants about to burst and looked at her. “You work her breasts,” Tammy told him. She moved her body so her head was now just over my clit and she spread my lips apart and softly licked my clit. I shuddered. She smiled. Scott began to get the idea and sucked and rubbed my breasts while Tammy returned to licking me. I was so wet that I thought it was impossible to drench myself more but Tammy proved me wrong. She began to lick, suck, and slightly tug on my clit with her mouth. GOD! Then, she returned her fingers to my cunt while working the outside with her mouth. Oh shit! I was gonna cum. She looked up at me, feeling my thighs shake and said, “Go ahead, it’s early and we are going to do this many, many times.” Oh Fuck! She put her head back down between my thighs and began chewing and lapping my clit while fucking me with her hand as far as it would go. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted her to have fun too and so I wriggled around and turned my body just out of reach.
I grabbed at Scott’s jeans and began to unbutton them. Scott looked at Tammy for help and she smiled and nodded. Scott was out of his clothes faster than I knew was possible and his cock was impressive. It was rock hard and ready to play. I touched it with my hand and he shivered. Then, I leaned over and licked the tip of it. Before I knew it I was sucking on Scott while Tammy was sucking on me. The more she got me off, the more forceful I got with Scott’s dick. Tammy was controlling how much Scott got and she knew it. At the point, where we were both about to cum, Tammy let go of me and I stopped.
Scott had become b
raver by now. He was not about to take a break. He grabbed Tammy’s firm body and threw her on the bed next to me. He grabbed her panties and practically ripped them off her. I was sure he had played that out in his head many times with how quickly and smoothly her lacey panties ended up sailing across the room. Then he dropped to his knees and buried his head in her snatch. I wasn’t sure he knew what he was doing as much as Tammy had but it didn’t matter. She was loving that they had finally opened the door to a more intense and physical partnership and she was gonna get off with Scott down south, even if she had to help herself get there. She’d have plenty of time to teach and guide him to perfection over the years to come.
Knowing that I didn’t want to be forgotten, I moved around the bed and reached down to pull out my standby lover. The cold plastic was a shock but turning on the vibrator and placing on the tip of my clit quickly got them to remember I was in the room. Scott came up for air and Tammy began choreographing. I was laying with my back on the bed with the vibrator in my crotch with Tammy driving. My hands were working my breasts and pulling my own hair while she was in control of my organisms and dildo.
Tammy was doggy style with her head and hands between my legs holding the vibrator and enjoying watching me get so close to cumming all over her and then she’d pull away or turn off the vibrations for a while. She liked being in control. Scott had been told to get behind her and rub her ass. He was stroking his own cock and rubbing her ass and trying to touch her sweet spot but she would move her hips just enough to leave him wanting more.
I decided I needed more and began to get vocal. “Please, I want to cum. I need to cum.” Tammy got off on this. She finally allowed Scott to touch her clit and slip his fingers inside her as she began pounding the plastic inside of me as far as it would go. The vibrator was on high so even inside of me it was getting me well past the point of no return. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Yes! YES! YES! As soon as I was done, she flipped me around and grabbed Scott by the cock. “Fuck her.” Scott looked like he had just won the lottery. He grabbed my hips and slipped in before anyone sobered up enough to realize what we were doing.
God, he was huge. Not so big that you regret your decision but just enough that your whole insides are filled to the brim and he barely had to move for you to get off. Fuck! Tammy began to rub Scott’s ass and his balls and my breasts and clit. After a few minutes, it was clear she needed a bigger role in all of this. She pulled Scott back and kneeled on the bed just to the right of me. Both of us were doggy style with our asses and pussies begging for his rock hard cock. “Me too.” Scott clearly got the message. He stepped back, moved a step to the side and impaled Tammy. Her tiny body managed to take it all in but it was clearly more than she had expected. Within a few pumps, her stiffness relaxed and she began to move and groan and ride Scott like she had always wanted to. I was about to cum again just watching them. I rolled over onto my back and grabbed at my pussy. I was fucking myself while he fucked her. He was clearly trying to keep it together. Most girls can cum as much as they want but guys need time between sessions. Scott didn’t want to end this just yet. He was looking at my posters and walls and doing just about anything he could to keep his mind off of what was happening and blow his load. I giggled. Tammy opened her eyes, looked back and realized what I was giggling about. She pushed her ass all the way against Scott’s crotch which got his attention and then she leaned forward, turned around and began to lick her juices off of him. His eyes rolled back into his head.
I am not normally one for sucking dick, but in this situation, I wanted to be a part of everything. I too turned myself around, and began fighting with Tammy’s mouth as my tongue and lips tried to get some of Scott’s cock and balls. Then, Tammy and I began kissing again. Rougher this time. We all needed to get there and get there quickly. We were grabbing at one another’s breasts and at Scott’s manhood. We were licking and sucking and nibbling whatever we could. Scott began to stroke himself again. We both smiled. We moved to the bed and Tammy once again got back on top of me but with her head in my pussy and my head in hers. We began to lick and suck and finger fuck each other. Scott stood over us and began to grunt. Occasionally, Tammy would take a break from my pussy and down Scott’s cock in her throat. “Cum on us.” She returned to my pussy with force and as she got more forceful, so did I and so did Scott. I was impressed he made it as long as he did. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! Tammy began to shake and a quiet SHHHIT came from her lips. Scott gasped and his white cum sprayed all over Tammy’s back. She turned and began to suck the remains from his shaft and he shivered even more. I finished kissing and licking her clit and she shivered. Scott put his fist in my cunt and I came immediately.
The three of us were still taking turns with each other well after the party ended. The next day I woke up in a tangled mess of sheets and blankets. The note read, “Off to Europe. Thanks for the memories. Love, Tammy and Scott.” The following year they invited me to their wedding. I decided not to attend since a honeymoon was not a place for that sort of thing and college, sadly, had ended. But thankfully, my college memories will last me forever.
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DEPRAVED & WICKED: VOLUME 40
I was sitting at the end of the bar, minding my own business and enjoying the scenery, when I caught a glimpse of a woman who was vastly different from the rest of the skinny, emaciated girls that seemed to populate the bars out here in SoCal. She was standing by herself, leaning against the bar on the other side of the room, checking things out, just like I was. And true to form, mere milliseconds after I spotted her, she turned towards me as if sensing my interest.
We locked eyes and stared at each other as our brains went through the millions of instantaneous, unconscious determinations that would decide our level of attraction for each other.
It took less than a second for my brain to come to inform me that I was, indeed, incredibly attracted to her. And she must have come to the same realization, as before I could even think about what my next move should be, she started walking across the bar towards me.
As she approached, I observed her in a more clinical, rational way, taking in her entire body at once, then piece by piece, and putting it all together.
She was a very tall woman—practically the same height as me even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She wasn’t fat but she wasn’t skinny either. She had some meat on her, from her midsection to her hips to her bubbly ass to her long, powerful, figure-skater legs.
As she came closer I got a better look at her face. She had prominent features; big, brown eyes, a good-sized nose, full lips and long blonde hair. Her makeup was subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like an old-school pin-up star than a modern slut.
Then there were her tits. They were the first thing I noticed but I’d deliberately skipped over them so I could come back to them at the end and let my gaze linger. They were huge: the size of my head if not bigger. Absolutely incredible. And while it was too early to tell if they were natural, I didn’t really give a shit. The way I figured it, if I could touch them and play with them and suck on them, that was good enough for me.
It wasn’t until she sat down next to me that I realized she was a bit older. Early-thirties, probably. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, but older than me by a good seven or eight years. But that was okay, I didn’t have a problem with older women. In fact, I’d always dreamed of being with one.
“How’s it going?” she said after sitting down, taking charge of the situation right away, which was no surprise to me. That was one of the things I’d noticed immediately; she appeared to be the kind of woman who wasn’t afraid to take the lead.
“Not bad,” I replied.
“You want another beer?” she asked, gesturing towards my nearly empty glass.
“Sure,” I said.
She whistled down to the bartender and I came over immediately.
“Hey Gina,” the bartender said. Apparently her name was Gina. And from the
way her and the bartender were interacting, she was obviously a regular.
“Hey Frank,” Gina replied. “Two beers. A Killian’s for me, and—” She turned her head towards me.
“A Killian’s for me too,” I said.
“Just put it on my tab,” Gina said to Frank.
“You got it,” Frank replied. He disappeared then reappeared ten seconds later with the two beers. He set one in front of Gina and one in front of me then disappeared once again.
“Thanks for the beer,” I said, taking a sip from the chilled glass.
“No problem,” Gina replied.
“I have to ask, though: What prompted this little palaver.”
“Well, I saw you looking over at me and decided to see if it was just casual or if you had something else in mind,” she replied.
“And what does your gut tell you?” I asked.
“If I thought it was just casual I wouldn’t have come over,” she said.
I laughed and we both took another drink of our beers.
“Was I correct in my assumption?” Gina asked once she’d set her drink down.
“You were indeed,” I said. “I must confess to having more than just a casual interest in you.”
“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I feel the same way about you.”
A little tingle went down my spine and I tried unsuccessfully not to smile.
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