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Allison felt a hot flutter in her belly as Jeff's hand eased down from her waist and slid onto her bottom. She stiffened slightly, looking around, but nobody seemed to notice.
They were just walking along, on their way home from a basketball game, she and Jeff, Molly, Peter, Mike, and Evan. It was dark. The streetlights were few and far between and few of the houses along the street had their lights on. It was hot, and she was sweating a little, trying to keep cool by not moving much.
Up ahead Peter and Mike were wrestling on someone's front lawn as Evan shouted encouragement and Molly looked on.
Jeff's fingers squeezed in against her soft buttocks and he turned and kissed her lightly. She kissed him back, feeling his lips between hers as she nibbled on him.
She felt her breasts swelling under her loose white T-shirt and squeezed her pussy muscles together as Jeff's hand slid slowly up and down the cleft between her rounded buttocks, rubbing her through her jeans.
She flicked a lock of blonde hair out of her face and smiled, her soft, full lips parting to reveal gleaming white teeth. A car passed and she looked away, a little embarrassed.
But there was a limit as to how much she could do with him anyway, and when his hand slid lower, his fingers easing beneath her buttocks and over her pussy mound she pulled slowly back with a look of reproof.
It wasn't as if they had even dated or anything, and even though she wasn't in high school any more and would be back to college in a couple of weeks she didn't want tales told about her.
She moved forward beside Molly, and Jeff jumped on Evan, bearing him to the ground alongside the other two. She and Molly exchanged glances and shrugs.
Molly was her best friend. The two of them were a lot alike in many ways. They were the same age, had roughly the same taste in men, clothes, music and food.
They had similar hairstyles, straight, a little below the shoulders, and parted in the middle. The difference was that Molly's hair was a bit thicker, and was a deep reddish brown in colour. She also had bangs. Allison was a golden blonde, and her hair usually looked just a bit more mussed, a bit less precisely brushed than Molly's.
They were both of average height, though Allison was an inch or two taller, and both had athletic bodies. They had trim, firm, flat bellies, flaring hips, round, firm buttocks and nicely sculpted legs.
Molly had bigger breasts, and they were rounder, but Allison's breasts were good sized and firmer, her small pink nipples actually sticking slightly upwards in a way that made all the girls in the shower at college jealous. They were, the girls agreed, the perfect shape.
She had won the unofficial title of best breasts during one shower session after volleyball, much to Molly's amusement. Molly had come in second.
"Come on, you guys," Molly sighed.
"Yeah, knock it off," Allison said. "What are you, children?"
Evan pulled himself away from Jeff with a grunt and stood up, hair tousled. "Hey," he said. "Why are we wrestling with each other when we should be wrestling with... the girls!"
He leered at them and stalked forward.
"Go away, Evan," Molly sighed, backing up as she eyed him warily.
Instead he growled, and then lunged forward. She squealed and turned to run but he caught her around the waist and lifted her up into the air, swinging her around.
Then before she could move Jeff rushed Allison, bending low and grabbing her around the waist. She screamed as he hefted her up and lifted her over his shoulder, turning around and around.
"Put me down!" she yelled.
"Me got wo-man!" he growled like a cave man, staggering around.
He slapped her bottom and she yelled, kicking at him. He set her down heavily and she fell down, glaring up at him.
"Dick head," she said, getting to her feet. Just that small burst of activity had made her start to sweat. She rubbed her hand across her forehead and found it moist.
They wandered further down the street, and into a kind of park. Well, in truth it was a large grassy area surrounded by townhouses. But it was dark, and there was a little playground there with swings, monkey bars, and a slide.
A couple of the guys started climbing on the monkey bars, and she managed to get over with Jeff alone. They climbed up on the swing and sat up there necking for a few minutes. He managed to grope her breasts a few times, but she pushed his hand down each time.
Then Peter said he had to get home because he had to work the next day, and Mike said yeah it was too fuckin' hot to be hanging around out here anyway. Jeff didn't have a job but Molly did and decided she should go. Allison didn't think she ought to stay with Jeff and Evan alone. She didn't know them that well and her reputation could suffer even if nothing happened. Anyway, Mike was right, it was too fucking hot.
So she joined Molly, and Evan and Jeff followed along for a few blocks. Then they turned off because Evan wanted to go to a Seven-Eleven and get a coke.
"So what'd you think of Jeff?" Molly grinned when they were alone.
"He's okay," she said with a grin.
"You guys were making out pretty good," the brunette smiled as they walked along.
"Yeah. I was getting really horny," Allison confided with a hesitant grin.
"Yeah, me too. Evan and Peter were both groping me whenever they could. Pigs."
"Pigs," Allison agreed.
Then they both giggled.
"Oh I hate this," Allison sighed. "How come the guys can do whatever they want but we have to be good little girls and always say no?"
"Because otherwise everyone'll call us sluts."
"I would really like... promise you won't tell anyone?"
Molly nodded.
"I would really have liked to just throw Jeff down and tear his clothes off back there," she said.
Molly shrugged and smiled. "Yeah but we can't. At least, not until September. You going to go out with him?"
"Soon as he asks me."
"I hate being a virgin," Molly sighed.
"Hey, it's worse for me. I've had sex and I miss it!"
They both giggled.
"You know what book I got? I ordered it from a Barnes and Noble catalogue. Only cost seven bucks."
"What?"
"The Kama Sutra."
"What's that about?"
"God, Allie, you're such a virgin!"
"Oh, look who's talking!"
"It's a book about sex, you know, like all kinds of kinky stuff. Everything you ever imagined and more about sex."
"Cool. Can I read it?"
"Yeah, when I'm done. It has some really strange stuff in it."
"You get hot reading it?" Allison teased.
"Yeah," Molly admitted, blushing a little. "It has, like, drawing and stuff. Really hot."
"Don't let your mother find it."
"Don't worry. It's hidden really well."
The area they were passing through was all townhouses. There were anything from two to five houses in blocks with a lot of common green space between them. Molly eased off the walkway and she and Allison sat back on the back of a wooden bench.
"I want go wild and rape a bunch of guys," Molly sighed.
"Slut."
"I mean it," Allison pouted. "I want to do wild and slutty things. I want to... to, gang bang the football team or something!"
"Right. I'll put an ad in the paper."
"Haven't you ever wanted to do wild things like that? I mean, here we are two hot sexy girls and our lives are boring as hell. Half the men in this city would go crazy for just the sight of us naked and we spend every night alone. It's crazy!"
"You want to hear something?" Molly asked in a low voice. "You have to promise never ever ever to tell anyone, ever."
"Okay, okay. What?"
"I'll never speak to you again if you do."
"I won't tell. What is it?"
Molly looked a little flushed. She looked around them at the empty dark area and the lights twinkling from nearby houses.
"I cut a page out of one of my brother's dirty magazines and I ordered something."
"What?"
"A dildo."
Allison's eyes got huge and her jaw dropped, then she cupped her hand over her face to smother her laughter.
"You're kidding!" she laughed when she could talk.
"No."
"What does it... look like?"
"It looks like a cock, Allie. What do you think?"
"God!" She laughed in delight.
"It's really kind of neat. It looks just like one."
"Oh how would you know, virgin?"
Molly punched her lightly.
"So what do you do with it?"
Then her eyes got wide again and she blushed.
"You uh..."
"Yes, Allie. I'm sure you know I jerk off. I know you do too."
"Well..."
Allison looked down, blushing.
"I just... well..you like, put it inside?" she asked.
"Yeah."
"Yech."
"Why yech? It's cleaner than a real one."
"Well, yeah but... I don't know."
She was silent for a minute.
"That's kind of wicked," Allison said finally. "Maybe I should get one."
"Then you could compare it to the real thing and tell me the difference," Molly said with a grin.
"Sure." She sighed heavily. "You know, I wanted to do such really... wicked things my first year at college, and I hardly did anything."
"You fucked Jason and that other guy, Myles."
"So big deal," Allison said derisively. "I wanted to do, like, really sordid stuff, stuff that'd make my mother's hair go grey if she ever found out."
"Like what, gang bang the football team?"
"Yeah!"
"Allie!"
"Well, maybe not that in particular but.. you know, really wild things."
"Like fucking yourself with a dildo?"
Allison blushed. "No, not... exactly."
"You think I'm sick?"
"No," Allison said. "I mean, well... I guess if we can't, like... do it with guys it's sort of the next best thing. I mean, like, masturbating is normal, right, so..."
"I could, like, tell you where to order one."
"No way! I mean, if my parents found it I'd die. I'd just die."
"Just bring it to school."
"Oh right, and my roommate finds it. Anyway, I don't need one at school. There I can fuck guys without everyone finding out about it."
"It's really... something. I mean, the feeling is..."
"I know."
"It's way better than..you know, just your fingers."
"Molly!" she gasped.
"Well... it is. I mean, well, how do you...you know, do it?"
"Never mind!"
"I was just...wondering is all."
Both of them were embarrassed, but both were also finding the conversation extremely fascinating, and arousing too. Allison found she was sweating again, and rubbed at her forehead.
"I kind of... well, usually on my side and I use my panties, kind of... rub them against me, you know?"
"You never... put anything inside?"
"No. I mean, my finger sometimes but... Do you...always put...well, I guess you... use that..."
"Yeah. I used to use my hairbrush, the handle."
Allison could not keep from picturing Molly pushing her hairbrush into her pussy. It made her squirm a little in embarrassment and also... excitement. The whole conversation was kinky and kind of thrilling.
"The dildo is a lot better," Molly confided in a low voice.
"Man," Allison said, shaking her head slowly, thinking of Molly with some plastic cock.
"Once I went out into my back yard and did it," Molly gulped.
"What? God! What if you got caught?"
"It was dark, and... well, I was so... horny from being naked outside. I just felt this huge electrical shock. I came like crazy. I thought I'd go insane."
"I went skinny dipping in the pool once at school. I know what you mean. I felt incredibly horny, and I was only with girls not guys."
They were silent for a few moments, various images playing through their minds.
"Allison?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever... thought about, like... doing it with a... like, messing around with a.... girl?"
Allison turned to her, startled, and suddenly embarrassed.
"No I... well... I mean... not since... you know... since we... uhm, did that..."
Molly nodded, looking down.
There had been a TV show a couple of years ago. On it two teenage girls had kissed just to see what it was like. It had caused a huge fuss in the papers with all the religious freaks screaming and everything.
Molly had been staying over at Allison's house that night, and after seeing the show the two had experimented briefly, just kissing a little. They'd been younger then, and hadn't really even known much about what sex was.
They'd giggled like crazy and stopped almost at once.
"It's just that I was thinking," Molly said. "Well, like, it was too bad that... you know... like girls, well, couldn't... have a little fun without boys because, well we wouldn't have to worry about... you know... anything, like getting pregnant or... one of us telling or anything like that."
"Well I guess but... I'm not gay or anything," Allison said, blushing furiously.
"Well I'm not either!" Molly exclaimed.
"Well I mean, you don have to, you know... be gay I think."
"You don't. You could just... play around... for fun, you know. You never... wonder what it's... like?"
"No. I mean, not... really."
"There were lots of pictures in my brother's magazines of these women doing it together. It looked really... well... hot."
"How do they... do it? I mean, they don't... have... you know."
"Well, there's more to sex than just... intercourse."
"Oh right. The virgin telling me that. I'm the one who's had sex, remember."
Allison looked away, embarrassed, her insides churning with strange feelings and sensations. She was embarrassed because it seemed like Molly was suggesting they... do it. Allison wasn't at all sure how to react to that. She loved Molly like a sister, of course, and trusted her, but...
She hadn't ever really given any thought to doing it with a girl. Lesbians did it together, but she had no idea how. And of course that was fine, that they wanted to do it with each other. But she wasn't a lesbian, and she hadn't thought Molly was either.
Of course, nowadays you didn have to be. A lot of girls sort of hinted that they had - dabbled - with other girls. It was even quite fashionable at college to say you were bisexual.
But the whole idea was like, totally weird and bizarre.
At the same time she was still feeling excited from their intimate conversation, and from her recent groping and making out with Jeff.
She turned her head slowly to find Molly looking at her, her eyes wide and looking a little anxious and worried. Allison was suddenly aware of her friend's warm shoulder pressed against her own. She looked into her eyes, feeling her guts start to churn more violently.
"Want to... just... see... what it feels like...to kiss I mean?" Molly whispered.
"I... someone might..."
She looked around at the darkness around them, her breathing becoming heavier as her heart pounded.
"Nobody will see us," Molly said softly.
Molly half turned to her, leaning forward. Allison felt her heart pound faster, felt herself starting to sweat. She looked away again, making sure nobody was near, then looked back. She felt a tingling in her loins, a hot, moist ache.
Molly's lips got closer and closer, then they met hers ever so lightly. They kissed for a second before pulling back. Both of them were breathing heavier. Allison swallowed nervously while Molly licked her lips.
Then the brunette leaned forward again and pressed her lips much more firmly against the blonde girl. She opened her mouth slightly, and Allison felt her tongue sliding along her lips. Their lips pressed together in hesitant exploration, and their breathing spilled from one mouth to the other.
Molly turned fully against her then, slipping off the back of the bench, her arms going over Allison's shoulders as her tongue pushed slightly forward into her mouth.
Their breasts pushed together, the soft flesh mashing much more heavily than it had a couple of years ago when they'd been younger.
Allison felt the heat of the other girl's breasts through the thin fabric of their blouses, felt her own breasts swelling, her nipples already hard and erect.
She was breathless with shock and heat and excitement, feeling as though she was doing something terribly forbidden and sluttish. She slowly brought her arms around her friend, her hands going onto her back and feeling her radiating heat as she was herself.
The kiss seemed to go on and on and on, with Molly beginning to slide her lips from side to side, her body rubbing ever so gently against Allison. Allison tentatively moved her hands up and down Molly's back as her belly bubbled and steamed with sexual excitement.
Their breasts continued to mash and grind slowly together. Allison felt the pressure inside her warm breasts swelling higher and higher, threatening to explode, felt the heat, felt trickles of sweat in her cleavage as their tongues slipped around each other and their lips caressed each other.
"God!" Molly gasped, pulling back with wide, hot eyes, her chest heaving.
"Yeah!" Allison panted, sweating heavily now even though she hadn't moved, her heart pounding, the blood racing through her body.
She was almost trembling with the sexual excitement inside her. She put her arms around Molly and pulled her in close again, their breasts squeezing together as their lips met in soft, hungry embrace.
Allison's hands stroked up and down Molly's back, then, daringly, shockingly, giving in to impulse, slid lower, down past her waist, over her round buttocks, squeezing them through the denim miniskirt the other girl wore.
Molly moaned softly, almost a sob, and one of her hands came up between them. Allison let out a soft gasp of shocked pleasure as she felt it push up against her breast, cupping and squeezing her gently, then more firmly.
Her mind was reeling as the sexual pressure rolled over her in waves. She felt Molly's hand grasp at her shirt, yanking it up out of her pants, then felt the brunette's small hand sliding up her belly and move behind her to unsnap her bra.
She groaned, dazed, overpowered by the need inside her, almost intoxicated with it as Molly cupped her bare breast, moist, sweating hand moving over hot, slick breast, stroking and squeezing.
Allison's hands rubbed up and down against the other girl's bottom, squeezing and kneading the warm flesh. She tugged at the hem, pulling it higher and higher, then felt the zipper that ran down the side, along the hip.
Feeling a little shockwave of excitement at the thought, she found the zipper and slowly pulled it up, higher... higher... higher, until it was right at the waist. Then she undid the button there and Molly's skirt dropped off her.
Molly panted with excitement, gripping Allison's shirt with both hands now, pulling it roughly upwards.
Allison couldn't believe she was doing this, couldn't believe they were doing this at all, let alone out in a public field with windows all around. But she let her arms rise, let the shirt pull over her shoulders and off. She felt a crackle of sexual electricity wash over her as the shirt dropped off.
Molly yanked her open bra off and Allison was naked to the waist, her nipples so hard they hurt, sexual fever roaring like a freight train inside her.
Molly cupped her breasts tightly as they kissed, and Allison's hands slid onto her bottom, squeezing it through the thin string bikini panties. She rubbed her hands over the round buttocks, fingers gripping at the lower edges of the panties, pulling them up until they were wedged into her girlfriend's crack.
Molly's breathing was rough and ragged as she pulled her lips back. Her head jerked down and her lips slid over one of Allison's nipples.
The blonde almost screamed as she felt her friend's tongue on her nipple, and clutched her tight, shaking and trembling as the girl started sucking.
"Oh God!" she said in a strangled croak. "Oh God! Oh! Oohh! Oh Molly! Oh God!"
Allison's mind reeled and her breast threatened to explode as her girlfriend sucked passionately at her hard, aching nipple. She shook and trembled, her hands running feverishly through Molly's hair.
Molly raised her head, their lips meeting with bruising force, their tongues sliding together, twisting and turning as their breasts rubbed and pillowed against each other.
Molly's hand slid down to cup Allison's groin through her jeans. She squeezed repeatedly as Allison gurgled and moaned and bucked desperately against her.
Then Allison shuddered violently, grasping her girlfriend tightly as her head fell back and she gurgled in wondrous pleasure.
Molly rubbed and squeezed her puss furiously, her other hand squeezing one of Allison's breasts, fingers digging deeply into the soft flesh as she bit down on her exposed throat and sucked.
Allison humped wildly, sobbing with pleasure as the orgasm shattered her mind into a million pieces and set off an explosion of heat in her that threatened to blow her completely into darkness.
She felt her mind spinning, was light headed as the orgasm finally passed. She gulped in air, groaning, staggering against her girlfriend, whose arms hugged her tightly as her lips moved onto her breast again.
"Oh God, Molly!" she groaned.
Molly lifted her head, her eyes filled with lust and heat and passion. She stepped back a half step, her hands cupping Allison's breasts and squeezing slowly, repeatedly.
Then her right hand slid down the trembling blonde's belly and her fingers unsnapped her cut-offs. She gripped the zipper and slowly drew it down until Allison's blue thong was exposed.
She slipped her fingers inside the waistband, then slowly forced her hand down the front of Allison's pants, her fingers moving along the hot, slick flesh into the sweating moist sex, then squeezing against it.
Allison trembled, gripping her arm to keep herself upright. She stared at Molly in shock as the girl's fingers found her slit and pressed in against it, sinking between her sopping pussy lips, then rubbing slowly up and down.
"OooohhhhhH!" she moaned. "Wha... what a.... are you dooing to meeeee?"
Molly bent and slipped her lips around one of her nipples again, chewing as she sucked, her fingers rubbing steadily.
Her other hand cupped Allison's buttocks, then gripped the waistband and tugged her pants down inch by inch until they slipped slowly down to her ankles.
Allison was grinding her pelvis into her girlfriend's hand, gasping and moaning as her juices flowed again, as her heat and excitement soared.
Her body glistened with sweat as her insides burned like fire. She came again, panting and moaning and humping against Molly's hand until she fell forward and tumbled to the ground.
Molly followed her down, sliding atop her, shoving her tongue into the blonde's mouth as she shoved her own panties down and off. She lay between Allison's legs, their sweaty bodies rubbing and grinding together.
Allison's hands slid around Molly, searching downwards until they cupped and squeezed her bottom.
Molly was grinding against her, rubbing her sex against Allison's, spreading her own legs wide and angling her pussy in to rub directly on Allison's.
Allison moaned, dazed, weak, and filled with confusion. She stared up at Molly, saw the girl's slack jaw, her slitted eyes as she ground into her steadily, their pussies mashing and grinding wetly, slickly.
"Gonna come! Gonna come!" Molly gasped.
Then she did, collapsing on the blonde, chewing on her throat as she rubbed her crotch furiously back and forth against Allison's own soft, wet pussy pad.






C h a p t e r T w o


They lay together for only seconds, pale bodies gleaming white in the moonlight, then Molly rolled off and lay on her back next to Allison, gasping for breath, her chest heaving, slick breasts rising and falling as she spreadeagled herself below the stars.
Both of them were overheated to the point where they could hardly breath, laying there, shuddering, sweat trickling down faces and breasts and thighs.
Allison rose first, sitting up, holding her head dizzily. She staggered to her feet and snatched up her pants, then fell as she tried to step into them. She yanked them up as she lay on the ground, and Molly sat up as well.
"I'm so hot," Molly groaned.
"I need a drink. I'd kill for a drink," Allison groaned. "Anything."
Molly climbed to her feet and stumbled towards the houses nearest them. Allison ignored her at first as she searched for her clothes. She pulled on her shirt, not worrying about her bra at all.
She saw Molly was now right up next to the back porch of one of the houses. She stared at her in shock, wondering if she'd gone mad. Then she saw her lift something. It was, she realized, a hose.
She staggered over beside her as cold water gushed out of the end of the house. Molly held it against her lips and drank deeply, then poured it against her face.
She held the hose over her head and let the cold water pour over her naked body, spilling over her breasts and belly and down her long, sweating thighs.
Allison saw her arch her back, her head back, her hands over her head as she held the hose directly above her and slid her hand through her sopping hair. The water poured down on her as Allison reached her and grabbed for the hose.
Molly gave it to her, gasping for breath as the blonde soaked herself, drinking deeply, then groaning in relief as she let the water pour over her head and body.
Molly stumbled away, going back for her clothes. She returned and Allison grinned at her, eyes filled with contentment. The blonde pushed the hose into the top of her shorts and giggled as water spurted out the legs.
"That'll cool you off a little," Molly grinned.
They turned off the water and stumbled slowly out towards the sidewalk, both of them weary and wet but satisfied.
"You know your top is see through now?" Molly said with a giggle.
Allison looked down at the front of her soaking wet T-shirt and saw that it was true. She recalled her bra sitting back on the grass and wished she'd taken the time to get it.
But on the other hand it felt deliciously wicked to walk along with her breasts kind of exposed, even if it was dark and nobody could see.
"Want to stay over at my place?" Molly asked quietly.
Allison felt an electric jolt hit her, then she nodded slowly.
She looked around her, then reached down and peeled the t-shirt up and off. Her nipples stiffened instantly as Molly gasped in surprise.
"Allison!"
Allison grinned and lifted the T-shirt over her head, then squeezed and twisted it tightly. Water poured out of it and down over her head and shoulders as she walked along. She felt an incredible erotic heat from walking along topless, and felt the urge to strip off her shorts as well.
She knew that would be insane, though. She pulled the T-shirt back on, then kind of folded the bottom inward and up. Her midriff was now exposed, but the double layer didn't leave her breasts quite as obviously visible, at least not in the darkness.
"You uh... never did anything with girls before?" Allison asked.
"No," Molly replied. "I read some stories though."
"It was..." Allison licked her lips and swallowed.
"Yeah," Molly sighed.
Molly's house was a big one in the middle of the street. There was a pool and a satellite dish in the back yard, and Allison whispered to her, suggesting they jump in.
"No. My parents will be super pissed. Let's get inside where it air-conditioned. We can take a shower and I'll loan you something to wear."
She unlocked the front door and they stepped inside, both girls groaning in relief as the cool air hit their wet bodies.
"Who's that?" a woman's voice called. "Is that you, Molly?"
"Yes!" Molly called. "Allison's with me. Can she spend the night?"
"Of course. Allison is always welcome," the woman replied, her voice much closer.
Then she appeared around the corner. She stopped and frowned at the two of them.
"Have you been in the pool?" she demanded.
"No. We poured a hose over ourselves," Allison said, grinning.
"We were so hot I didn't think we'd make it home otherwise," Molly said, stripping off her shoes and tossing them on the floor.
Allison did the same.
"Go upstairs and get out of your wet things," Molly's mother sighed.
Molly's father appeared then, and looked at them in surprise. Allison saw his eyes move down onto her breasts before snapping free, and felt a warm glow inside her. It always turned her on when she knew a guy was... well, that a guy was looking at her in that way.
"Were you two in the pool?" he asked sternly.
"We used someone's hose," Molly said.
"You're soaked," he said unnecessarily.
"We were so hot we thought we'd die," Allison said.
She saw his eyes move down onto her breasts again and wondered how visible they were through the double layer of cotton. The cotton was plastered tightly against both firm, perky breasts, and she felt the crotch of her cut-offs pressing into her bare pussy as she felt Molly's father's eyes on her.
It was almost like exposing herself to him, and in the mood she was in she was more aroused by that then embarrassed.
If he only knew, she thought to herself, what Molly and her had been doing. Would he be furious... or excited? Bet you'd like to fuck me, she thought to herself, feeling cocky and sexy. Bet you'd love to see me naked and get your hands on my titties.
Then she followed Molly up the stairs, feeling his eyes on her bottom all the way, excited by the attention of an older man, especially a handsome one like him.
Molly closed her door after Allison came in and sighed.
"God, I was afraid they'd suspect," she said.
"How could they? It's the last thing they'd think of," Allison replied.
"I guess. I just feel so... like... like it's such a huge, important thing that everyone in the world should know about it.
"I know what you mean," Allison said, grinning.
Molly undid her halter and threw it on the floor, then undid her skirt and dropped it atop it. She'd gotten her panties, Allison saw, and watched her peel them down and off.
Molly straightened and blushed as she saw the blonde's eyes on her, then she looked back with a challenging smile.
Allison peeled her T-shirt up and off, then opened her pants and pushed them down her long legs, stepping out of them.
"Someone's gonna find your bra and panties back there and know something went on," Molly said.
"Yeah."
The idea didn't bother Allison. It kind of excited her.
Molly came closer and they looked at each other. Their skin was still damp, and now chilled in the cool air, their nipples erect. Molly pressed her body against the blonde, their damp breasts rubbing and sliding together as their arms slid around each other.
Their lips came together and they groaned. Molly's thigh eased in between Allison's leg and the two young women ground their pussies against each other's thighs as their tongues slid back and forth inside their mouths.
"Imagine your parents coming in on us like this," Allison gasped, eyes excited as she pulled her lips back.
Molly stepped back, grinning and blushing a little. Then she took the blonde's hand and led her into the bathroom her room was equipped with. It was small, and had just a shower stall instead of a tub, but it was private.
"You have such nice breasts," Molly said, cupping them and squeezing them.
"Yours are nice too," Allison sighed, returning the favour.
They rubbed their breasts together then, looking at each other, their eyes locking. They giggled a little, but their breathing came harder and faster, their breasts swelling and throbbing, their stiff nipples buzzing and sparkling with energy.
Molly moved into the shower stall and turned on the water, Allison following and closing the door. The water poured down around them and the two fought for position under the stream, giggling and laughing as they wrestled and struggled.
Then Molly moved out from under it and picked up the soap. She rubbed it between her hands, then pressed her right hand against Allison's taut belly, rubbing slowly in a circular motion. She put her other hand, with the soap in it, against the blonde's upper chest and began soaping it up too.
She spent particular care soaping up her friend's breasts, sliding her soft hands all over the sensitive flesh, rubbing and squeezing and caressing the full, firm orbs as Allison stood there with her eyes closed, sighing happily.
Then her hand moved downwards, soaping up Allison's lower belly and then, in between her legs. Allison's eyes opened and the two stared deep into each other's eyes as Molly's fingers slowly rubbed and stroked against the blonde's pubic mound.
Allison started breathing heavier, her mouth open even as she swallowed repeatedly. Her eyes fluttered as Molly's slipped her fingers between her tight pussy lips and stroked them slowly up and down her slit.
She leaned back against the tiled wall, groaning softly as Molly's fingers rubbed across her clit. Molly brought her other hand up against her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as she rubbed harder and faster.
Allison's hips started grinding slowly against her fingers and she started gasping for air, her eyes closing now as she reached out and pulled Molly in against her. She hugged her tightly, their soapy breasts pressed tightly together, her head over the girl's shoulder as she slowly ground her pelvis onto her stroking fingers.
Molly's other hand went around her, sliding up and down her soapy back, down onto her bottom, squeezing and massaging her buttocks as she fingered her slit. Then she eased a finger in against Allison's tight hole, slowly forcing it inside as Allison whimpered and gasped and humped harder.
She pumped her finger up and down in the super tight cavity, her thumb stroking and rubbing against her clitty as Allison rubbed her breasts harder against her own and grunted in pleasure.
Then Allison stiffened and came, humping faster and harder, her back arching, her head falling back as she let out a long gurgle of wondrous pleasure. Allison slumped against her friend, groaning weakly as Molly stroked her back and head.
She raised her head then and smiled. Their lips brushed gently together, and Allison sucked and licked at Molly's lips. She slid her hands behind Molly's bottom, pressing their soapy bodies tightly, rubbing and grinding steadily as she thrust her tongue deep into the brunette's mouth.
Allison eased her soapy hand along her girlfriend's ribs, up in between them to cup and squeeze one of her breasts, then slid it downwards over her heaving belly and between her legs. Molly's eyes blinked and she gasped as she felt the blonde's fingers against her sex.
She closed her eyes and relaxed, letting her head slowly fall back as Allison's fingers rubbed up and down along her slit, then sank between them and stroked her cleft.
Allison's eyes were alive with lust as she took her Molly's arm and turned her, pressing her back against the wall. She pushed a finger insistently against her pussy hole and then wiggled it up inside all the way to the knuckle.
Molly groaned, and Allison moaned, both of them aroused by this. She twisted and rotated her finger inside Molly's pussy, then pumped it in and out.
After a minute she slid a second soapy digit up into her girlfriend's pussy tunnel, pumping them both in and out as she rubbed her thumb against her clitty.
Molly began to groan low in her throat, her head rolling slowly, her bottom grinding and rubbing, then slapping lightly against the tiles behind her as she rode Allison's pumping fingers.
"Yes," she whispered. "Do me! Do it! Fuck me! Ohohhh! Uhhngggh! Allieee! Fuck meeee! Fuck meee!"
She humped harder and faster against Allison's finger then let out a low warbling cry and clutched her wrist in both hands, jerking her hand up hard against her pussy, moaning and whimpering as she all but jerked off on the blonde's knuckles and fingers.
They smiled shyly at each other, then giggled and kissed.
"We... we better hurry or... my mom is gonna wonder what we're doing," Molly gasped.
And your dad, Allison thought to herself.
They rinsed off under the water and stepped out of the little shower stall. They dried off, then did each other's hair, much like normal. Molly found an extra nightshirt for Allison to wear. It fit fairly well, though because she was a couple of inches taller it was a might short.
Of course nightshirts usually were pretty short, but she wasn't at home and she had no panties, and didn't feel like borrowing panties from Molly.
Besides, she had been feeling a hot sexual heat since her girlfriend had first started talking about sex, and it hadn't left her because of the orgasms she'd experienced.
On the contrary, the new experiences had opened up a whole new range of thoughts and desires in her, and had made her more aware of her own body, of the pleasures she could experience from it. She'd never felt so totally aware of herself as a sexual person, not even when she'd lost her cherry.
In fact, it was pretty much all she was thinking about. She couldn't get it off her mind. Making out naked in a little park with houses all around had done something to her sexual psyche, making her feel like a real vixen. That was the kind of wicked, wanton thing she'd thought she would be doing when she left home for school. Instead she'd spent her first year at college mostly studying.
She'd always loved showing her body off, but not to quite such an extent, and didn't used to have the same buzz between her legs at the thought of exposing herself to others' eyes.
"Wanna get a snack?" Molly asked.
"Sure."
Molly was wearing a pink version of the nightshirt Allison had on. Both were very thin cotton, and neither descended very much below their buttocks.
Molly was at home and didn't care, not finding anything terribly arousing about the way she was dressed. Allison, on the other hand, felt her bare little pussy start to warm as she followed her friend out into the hall and trotted down the stairs.
She didn't meet Molly's father, which disappointed her, but her heart began to beat faster when Peter, Molly's brother was in the kitchen with her mother. He was a year older than Molly, slender, but extremely cute, with light brown hair and long bangs.
She ignored him, of course, keeping her face turned away even as she kept checking out of the corner of her eye. He was looking at her, and she felt a flush of heat in her belly.
She pretended to only pay attention to Molly and her mother as they decided what snack was available that the two girls could have. But her chest was getting tight, and she had to keep control of her breathing.
"I'll get the milk," she volunteered cheerfully to the two other oblivious women.
She knew where the cups and things were, of course. And as the other two bent and looked in a lower cupboard for cookies she opened one of the upper cupboards and reached in for cups. She deliberately stretched higher than she had to, her heart pounding as she felt the hem of the little nightshirt rising up.
She wasn't sure if he had seen part of her buttocks, but the idea that he might was extremely arousing. She put the cups down and opened the fridge, then took out the milk and poured one cup full, then the other half full.
The bag ran out then so she pulled the bag out of the little jug and, heart pounding, bent over a little to pull a fresh bag from the bottom of the fridge. That time she was sure he had not only seen the bottom of her buttocks but her pussy.
She continued to ignore him as she dropped the bag into the jug, got the scissors and cut it open. She poured the other cup full and put the milk back into the fridge.
She couldn't stop her face from blushing, though. She was embarrassed as well as aroused. She wished she dared turn and give him a seductive look, but didn't have the courage.
She followed Molly back upstairs and into their bedrooms, aware of the cool air on her moist pussy opening.
She locked the door and they sat down on the bed to munch on cookies. Molly got the book she'd talked about and they went through it, examining the drawings and descriptions, sometimes licking their lips in excitement, sometimes giggling, and sometimes wrinkling their noses in disgust.
Then they looked at a couple of her brother's magazines, especially at the ads in the back.
"Oh, we should get this one," Allison said, putting her finger on a picture of a twenty inch long double headed dildo.
Molly blushed a bit, then they giggled and she got up. She went to the closet, pulled a couple of boxes off a pile and opened the one on the bottom. Underneath some old clothes she had a box, and she took that to the bed and set it down with an evil grin.
She opened it and Allison gaped at the big pink cock inside. She reached in and touched it tentatively, then giggled as Molly lifted it out and held it up.
"God, it's big!"
"It's not that big. There are lots longer and thicker. I didn't want one too big, though because... well, you know I was kind of new."
"You shove that all into you?"
Molly nodded.
"Show me."
Molly grinned and sat back against the headboard, raising her knees and spreading her legs apart. She took the plastic cock and rubbed the realistic looking head and held it up against her mouth, then licked it coyly. She slipped her lips around it and sucked softly, like it was an ice cream cone.
Allison found the sight extremely erotic. She'd sucked a few cocks, and hadn't imagined she looked nearly as... as slutty and... hot and exciting!
"Go ahead and deep throat it," she said.
Molly pulled it out of her mouth and snorted.
"I wish."
"The book said you could."
"If you can control your gag reflex. I tried once but I kept choking. It hurt too. Maybe this one is too hard. I mean, a real cock is softer and easier on you."
"I need to get one of those."
"It takes a while," Molly warned. "Like two months."
"I don't wanna wait that long. Isn't there a place we can buy one, like a store?"
"As if!"
"What?"
"You want to go into a store and buy a dildo!?"
"Why not?"
"Wouldn't it be, like, totally humiliating!?"
"Well... I guess...in a way..." the blonde said doubtfully. "But it would also be so fucking cool, you know? Hot."
Molly made a face.
"Imagine if someone we knew saw us buying a dildo."
"We'd just say it was a joke to give someone, maybe prissy little Beth, or Mrs. Shumksi."
Molly grinned, then licked and sucked at the head again and eased it down between her spread legs. She rubbed the slick head along her slit, then pushed it slowly forward into herself.
Allison watched, fascinated as she saw the girl push inch after inch into her pussy through her straining cunt lips. Then there was just the base of the thing left, Molly gripping it with her fingers. She pulled it back out and started slowly pumping it in and out as Allison watched.
Both of them found that arousing and exciting.
Molly slumped down a little more, her breathing growing quicker as she fucked herself in front of her girlfriend. She felt embarrassed but the excitement was too great to care.
Soon her breathing was coming in puffs and pants. She laid her head back and groaned as she pumped harder and harder. Then she came with a short, almost silent cry of pleasure, thrusting the dildo deep as she rubbed furiously at her clit.
She pulled her head forward and smiled dreamily at Allison, then reached out and squeezed one of her breasts.
"What... does it feel like inside you?" Allison sighed.
"Woooonderfulll," she groaned.
She slid the dildo slowly out of her pussy then moved it towards Allison, who was sitting cross-legged in front of her. Allison watched it but didn't move as Molly teased her with it, rubbing it against her thigh.
"Wanna try it?" Molly teased.
She pressed the head against the blonde's lightly furred mound and rubbed it up and down. Allison closed her eyes and shuddered, sitting back, her arms behind her propping her up, spreading her legs more.
Molly sat forward and rubbed harder, then shoved the head into her girlfriend's hole, sinking it inside and twisting and rotating it as Allison moaned and lay back on her back.
"Do it," she gasped.
Molly continued to twist and rotate the dildo inside her girlfriend's gash, but now pushed it slowly inward. She felt the soft firmness of her girlfriend's pussy walls contracting around it and felt her own juices flow as she forced it deeper and deeper.
Allison let out a low cry, then closed her eyes and groaned as Molly held the dildo still inside her.
"D-Deeper," Allison gasped.
Molly pushed on the dildo, sliding it in more and more, rotating it inside her, feeling her own pussy starting to throb again as she felt the pressure of the beautiful blonde's pussy tunnel around the plastic cock.
She pushed it in until her hand was pressed against Allison's vulva, then started pumping slowly as the blonde girl sighed and spread her legs wide, drawing her legs back.
Molly got to her knees and slid her fingers down to the very base of the dildo so she could push it even deeper. Allison grunted and moaned, her head jerking from side to side as Molly picked up the pace.
She watched in excitement as the glistening plastic cock disappeared and reappeared from between Allison's straining pussy lips.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Allison gasped in a low, strangled voice.
Her hands cupped her breasts through the nightshirt, squeezing them repeatedly as Molly fucked her harder with the dildo.
Allison started grinding her hips into the bed, humping and jerking and whining in heat as the dildo pumped inside her. Then Molly reached out and rubbed her finger against her clit.
She cried out, her voice rising higher and alarming Molly.
"Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Shhh! Shut up!"
"Fuuccckk! OOhh! Ohhh! Unnggh!"
"Shut up, idiot!"
"Ungh! Ungh!"
Molly put her hand against Allison's mouth as she pumped the dildo in her pussy. Allison made no attempt to dislodge, it groaning and whining into the palm of her hand as she squeezed her breasts and rolled her hips from side to side.
Then she came, arching her back sharply, her legs jerking and bouncing as she gurgled into Molly's hand.




C h a p t e r T h r e e


Molly slid forward atop her friend, leaving the dildo buried inside her. She hugged and kissed her lightly, stroking her soft, silky blonde hair.
"How do you feel?" she whispered.
"Niiice," Allison sighed.
She smiled up at Molly and reached her hand up around her head, pulling her mouth against her own. They kissed softly but deeply.
They sat up and gossiped some more, giggling about the idea of going to buy a dildo and a double headed dildo, thinking of how they could shock people.
They had to turn out the light after a while, but continued to joke and giggle, then, when they were sure they wouldn't be disturbed, both girls stripped, and Allison crossed the floor and climbed under the sheets with Molly.
It seemed... different now, because they were in bed under the covers... naked. It was... more serious.
Neither girl smiled, their faces serious, their breathing short and quick as their nude bodies pressed together. They kissed, not gripped by the feverish excitement they'd felt earlier, but something gentler, but erotic and sensuous.
They kissed for long, long minutes, stroking each other lightly, both delighting in the feel of their warm bodies and breasts rubbing and grinding together.
Their tongues moved softly between each other's mouths, swirling together like snakes, their lips alternately gentle and passionate, their hands moving constantly.
Their petting grew more passionate, their hearts beating faster. Molly moved fully atop the blonde, who spread her legs wide. She spread her own legs, bringing their pussies together, starting a firm, gentle rubbing motion.
The heat grew slower inside them, but seemed to go on and on and on as they continued to kiss, continue to slide their tongues over each other's throats and lips and breasts, continued to grind pussies.
Molly was the first to climax, then Allison came twice, then Molly again.
By the time Allison rolled off the brunette... having exchanged places with her several times, several hours had passed. Both were weary and drained. Yet the events of the evening had left both of them in a hyper state, the wheels churning in their minds.
They talked for several minutes as they lay side-by-side, holding hands and occasionally stroking each other.
"Do you want to try it first or should I?" Allison asked finally, her stomach tight.
"What?"
"You know."
Molly looked at her blankly and Allison grinned at her, took a deep breath, then rolled over atop her friend and lover. They kissed softly again, very slowly and gently, then Allison slid her soft body slowly downwards, rubbing her warm breasts across her girlfriend's belly as she tongued and suckled at each nipple.
It was only when she began sliding lower still, her breasts easing down across the brunette's abdomen, then down onto her thighs that Molly let out a soft gasp of understanding and dug her fingers into the sheets below her.
Allison's heart was pounding too, for though she'd been eaten out a few times it had never entered her mind that she might one day perform such an act on another woman, let alone on Molly.
"You don't... have to," Molly gasped.
Allison looked up and smiled "I want to."
She tongued her friend's abdomen, then eased her lips into the soft brown pussy hair, kissing softly as she slid still lower. She licked her way down along the inside of Molly's thigh, then, feeling inspired, continued licking and kissing further down, to her knee, then her calf, then she sat back, kneeling, drawing Molly's leg up against her body, licking her ankle then trailing her small pink tongue along the side of her foot to her toe.
Molly was looking at her in astonishment, and Allison felt a small hot smugness at how little the still-virgin brunette knew about such things.
She slipped her lips around Molly's big toe and drew it into her mouth, sucking softly, licking at it with her tongue as Molly watched excitedly. She bobbed her lips on it, then pulled it out and licked her way along the heal and sole of her foot before pushing it back and apart and beginning to lick her way back up towards her inner thigh.
She lay on her stomach then, propped on her elbows, hands stroking Molly's inner thighs as she stared at her small neat pussy. She licked her lips, then looked up the length of Molly's body, meeting her friends soft eyes.
She smiled, then her thumbs pressed against the sides of Molly's pussy and gently spread her lips open, revealing the soft, glistening pink flesh inside. She heard Molly gasp as she bent forward and tentatively slid her tongue out against the soft flesh.
She licked her lips again, then trailed her tongue along one side, then down the other. She took a deep breath, then pushed her tongue slowly forward into Molly's small, round hole, pushing deeper and deeper, her soft pink tongue wiggling around inside her girlfriend's pussy hole as she jammed her lips down against the pink flesh.
She pumped her tongue in and out, sliding it from side to side and up and down as her lips pressed even firmer into Molly's soft pussy flesh. Then she pulled out, flicking her tongue upwards, searching out Molly's clit and darting her tongue out against it.
"God!" Molly groaned.
Allison rubbed her lips against the other girl's clit, then licked all around it with her tongue, avoiding touching it, brushing it ever so slightly with the edges of her tongue while she slipped a finger, then two down Molly's hole.
She looked up, pressing her thumb down on Molly's clit, while at the same time pressing the fingers inside Molly's pussy upwards. She gently rolled the hot little button between them as Molly squirmed and panted for breath.
Allison watched her with interest, feeling pride and pleasure at the result her actions were having. She rubbed harder against Molly's clit, pumping her fingers in and out of the girl's tight pussy as Molly rolled her head from side to side and groaned weakly.
She bent then and lifted her thumb. She lapped gently at the clit, sliding her tongue up in a careful stroke, then changing to a sideways swirl. She mouthed the hard little clit, sucking in alternating rhythm, then pulled back slightly and licked heavily across it as Molly arched her back, rolled her hips and groaned in pleasure.
"Like that?" Allison asked.
"Oh God yeeeesss!" Molly groaned.
Allison opened her mouth wide, engulfing her friend's pussy, blowing and sucking on it as her tongue slid up and down along her gash. She caught at her clit again, blowing raspberries, then licking heavily as Molly began to buck up against her, began gasping and whining in heated passion.
She felt Molly's hands come down on the back of her head, trying to jam her down further as she licked and lapped and sucked softly on her burning little clitty.
Her own pussy was getting moist and starting to throb, and she was surprised at how aroused she was becoming from licking Molly's clit. She pumped her fingers harder in Molly's pussy as she drove her upwards into an orgasm, her tongue working furiously as the brunette cried out in pleasure and bucked up wildly against her.

It was an hour later when Molly turned and nudged Allison as the two lay side by side in the bed. Neither had slept much.
"I'm too hyper to sleep," Molly said.
"I am too, kind of. Want to do it again?" Allison grinned.
Molly grinned back and sat up. Then a strange look passed over her and she grinned mysteriously.
"How about we do something else?"
"What?"
"Something... naughty."
"Something else naughty?" Allison snorted.
"Want to go skinny dipping in the pool?"
"Your parents will kill us."
The two looked at each other, then grinned and got out of bed. They went to the door and quietly opened it. Then, Molly leading the way, they padded down the quiet, darkened stairwell and through the house to the back door.
Suppressing their giggles they unlocked and opened the back door, then slipped outside into the dark back yard.
Molly closed the door behind her as Allison grunted in heat.
"It's still hot as hell," she whispered.
They walked over to the pool, looked at each other, then reached down and peeled up their nightshirts, dropping them beside the pool. Naked, they slipped softly into the water.
They swam a few strokes, then wrestled in the water, splashing each other. Several times they came together, their bodies wet as seals as they kissed and caressed each other excitedly.
"God!" Allison gasped as Molly's fingers pierced her and pumped slowly in her gash. "What if someone sees us?"
"Nobody will," Molly whispered.
Allison was in the corner of the pool, laying on low concrete stairs that led down into the water. Her upper torso was out of the water and bent back as Molly tongued and sucked and chewed on first one nipple, then the other.
Allison's eyes fluttered and she groaned, rolling her head, but then she caught sight of something. She almost had a heart attack, almost screamed and shoved Molly away, but was so shocked she couldn't move at first.
Then she felt a stab of outrageous excitement that literally took her breath away. Even before she had seen him, the instant she had slipped off the nightshirt, Allison had felt a hot excitement at exposing herself out in the open.
The thought of someone catching her was exciting, but now to really have someone see her, to have a guy, an attractive guy peeping at her naked, was so intensely arousing she almost came right there.
And not just naked, for she was lying back as Molly suckled on her breasts. It was so lewd! To be caught in an act of lesbian sex by the brother of... of... her lover!
If Peter was horrified at his sister doing what she was doing he wasn't showing it. He was staring rapturously at the sight of the two nude young women, mouth and eyes enormous.
He probably didn't know how the light from the parking lot behind the fence was lighting up the window, and was so engrossed in the sight of them he wasn't thinking.
Allison was embarrassed, of course, but the excitement far outweighed it, and then it completely took over as she wickedly decided to really give him a show.
She started groaning softly, rolling her head more, arching her back, sliding her hands over Molly's head and back. She pulled the brunette up and then exchanged deep, soul searing kisses with her as her brother looked on.
She rolled over atop her, hands sliding all over her body, then, excitement so deep inside her she began to tremble, she slid her tongue down off Molly's breasts, her hands cupping her buttocks and lifting her out of the water as she tongued down between her legs and began to slide her tongue along her pussy cleft.
Molly gasped, staring in shock, her body starting to shake too, then she jerked her head back with a groan as the blonde's hot tongue slid between her pool-chilled pussy lips and ran up and down her cleft.
"Oh God! Oh Jesus! Oh! Oh Allison! Oh my God!"
Allison drove her tongue into her pussy hole as deep as she could, mashing her lips into her sex and sucking. She pumped her tongue up and down inside her, then slid it up higher and began licking at her clit.
Molly began to grind and hump with more and more passion, gulping in air. Her hands pulled at Allison's head, then jerked off, flopping on the concrete alongside the pool, then rose high above her and back, writhing and wriggling as she began to hump furiously.
She came with a strangled sob of intense pleasure, her body writhing and shaking as Allison sucked heavily on her clitty.
Allison kept licking and sucking through the orgasm, then relaxed her movements, slowly sliding up over Molly, sucking gently on her breasts, and then kissing her.
"God! I can't how good you are at this!" Molly groaned, smiling blissfully.
"I'm a nasty slut," Allison whispered. "And so are you."
They giggled softly, then Allison crawled upwards, straddling her girlfriend. She had her right leg straight below her, and her left bent deeply as she brought her pussy over Molly's face.
The brunette reached up and cupped her bottom, then as Allison lowered her pussy began to tongue along it with eager delight.
Allison thought of Peter staring at them, thought of his cock bulging in his pants as he saw this lewd scene, and came almost at once, mashing her pussy down into Molly's face as she arched her back and cried out in pleasure.
"Ungggh !UNngggghhH! HUhhhUuuuUUUuuuUUUuUUUU!" she cried.
Molly gasped and tried to silence her, but her own mouth was full of pussy, and Allison was grinding and humping too violently for her to dislodge her.
Then she groaned and went silent, rolling forward and off.
"Fuck, you're loud!" Molly gasped. "What if you wake up my parents!?"
"They have the windows closed and the air conditioning on," Allison groaned, eyes closed. "Anyway, their room is in front."
"Well we have neighbours, you know!"
Molly looked nervously at the houses on either side of hers.
"We better get back inside."
She helped Allison to her feet, and they picked up their nightshirts gingerly, not putting them on because they didn't want to soak them.
They went back inside. Molly quickly locked the door, then they scurried upstairs and into her room, where they towelled off and climbed back into bed.
"God, you're crazy," she sighed. "You have to learn to be quiet when you come."
"I know," Allison said, wondering if Peter had heard.
Molly soon fell asleep, for it had been a tiring evening. Allison kept herself awake thinking about Peter. She knew he wouldn't tell anyone. He couldn't do that without exposing his sister as a queer, and he wouldn't do that.
But having him as their sort of partner in silence made her think of him as safe for...other things.
She glanced at the brunette sleeping soundly in the next bed, then slipped quietly out of bed. She made a little mound with her clothes and pillow, then pulled the covers over them and snuck out of the room.
Her heart was thumping with incredible speed as she went to his door and listened. She looked at Molly's parents' door, wondering what she would do if one of them came out just then.
She turned Peter's doorknob slowly and quietly, then opened the door a crack. The room was in darkness.
She opened it further and slipped inside, then closed it behind her and stood there for a minute, her eyes adjusting to the dark.
Her heart was pounding a mile a minute as she stared towards his bed. It was partly in shadows, but she could tell he was lying on his back. Was he asleep or faking it? It had only been about half an hour since they'd come back. Molly was asleep, but she had reason to be weary.
She reached down and gripped the hem of her nightshirt uncertainly, then peeled it up and over her head, dropping it on the floor behind her.
Naked, she moved forward slowly until she stood at the side of his bed. His eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly, but not deeply. She gripped the sheet and gently peeled it back to find him nude beneath.
Her pussy burned as she eased down onto her knees and looked at his cock. It was soft and kind of... bent. She reached gently for it, hands trembling, then pulled back, willing them to go still.
She reached forward again and touched his cock gently, lifting it ever so lightly as she let her weight down on her elbows. She licked at the head slowly, then with more pressure, slickening it. She tasted sweat and cum, and wondered if he had jerked off after coming upstairs...or maybe even while he was watching them.
The thought made her pussy burn even more intensely and she yearned to have him inside her.
Suddenly he gave a gasp, and jerked up. She fell back in alarm, her heart in her throat as he flicked on the light.
She blushed, her insides swirling as he stared at her in shock. She gave a weak little smile rather than the seductive leer she had attempted, terrified he would call her a slut and throw her out.
But then his cock suddenly stiffened and lifted off his thigh, and she turned to it and smiled, then smiled at his blushing face. She leaned forward again, licking at it, then slipped her lips over his cockhead and drew him into her mouth.
"Holy fuck!" he gasped.
Not quite, she thought.
She sucked him in as far as she could, thinking of what Molly had said about maybe deep throating being easier with a real cock. She didn't try it, though. It was just something to think about.
She squeezed his cock and began bobbing her lips up and down on it, then pulled back quickly, not wanting him to come in her mouth.
She stood up and climbed into the bed, straddling him. He looked to be still in a state of shock. He stared at her like she was a ghost, or perhaps a dream come to life.
She gripped his spit wet cock and pulled it up so it was pointing at her sex, then eased slowly down, groaning as the head split her pussy lips open, spreading them wider and wider as it pushed up inside her.
She knelt there above him, hands flat on his bare chest, his cockhead inside her. Their eyes locked, then she slowly sank down his shaft.
The feel of it pushing up through the tight, slick folds of her pussy was exquisite, far better than the plastic dildo Molly had used. In fact, it was far better than she'd ever felt before, and she marvelled at how little pleasure she'd gotten out of cocks in the past.
She groaned in heated pleasure as she slid down to the balls, feeling his cock way up in her belly. She felt so full, so wondrously full of his cock. It bulged out inside her, forcing her pussy tube to strain around it. She could feel his heart pumping through his cock as it throbbed inside her.
She shuddered as she sat there, then gasped aloud as his hands came up and cupped her breasts, squeezing roughly, excitedly, pinching at her nipples as his fingers dug into the soft round flesh.
She rolled her head slowly, impaled on his stiff prong, then leaned forward and began to ease upwards off his tool. She leaned over to gaze at it, watching as an inch of slick cock slid out of her straining pussy opening, then another, then another.
Then she came, falling forward desperately and mashing her lips against his, hugging him tightly as she ground and humped up and down on his cock, crying out with ecstasy, the sound muffled by his mouth as her pussy spasmed and twisted and shook around his stiff cock.
He put his arms around her, but was too stunned to do anything else as she ground her pelvis on him and her pussy sucked and chewed on his hard cock.
It was like one of his wildest wet dreams come to life, and he couldn't stop himself from blowing his wad inside her almost at once.
He clenched his jaws, his hands shooting down onto her bottom, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he thrust up into her with a low cry of pleasure, his cock spurting thick wads of semen into the girl's hot, sucking pussy tunnel.
Then they both went still, Allison groaning as she slumped atop him, her soft breasts rubbing against his bare chest. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, embarrassed, but thrilled as well. She felt his cock softening inside her and knew he had come in her pussy.
She kissed him experimentally, then slid to one side, letting his soft prick slip out of her pussy.
He rolled atop her, staring down at her intensely, then shifting his gaze to her proudly up thrust breasts. He shifted a hand onto one, squeezing and stroking it, then licked his lips, bent, and began to suck on the nipple.
She sighed and lay back, smiling, stroking his head as he tongued and sucked and groped at her breasts excitedly.
After a minute or two she felt his cock hardening against her thigh. She reached down and squeezed it and he cursed softly, then slid directly between her legs. She drew her knees up and guided him into her and then groaned as he thrust home.
He ground himself against her, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting again as she groaned and panted and slid her hands over his shoulders and along his arms. She spread her legs wider, lifting her feet off the mattress and letting her knees fall apart.
They bounced in mid-air in time to his thrusts and she closed her eyes, grunting softly as he drove his stiff cock into her pussy. It was wonderful. She was being fucked and it was wonderful.
He lifted her legs up higher and she felt her bottom rising, groaning softly as he pressed her legs back, lewdly exposing her sex and bottom to him as he rose above her. He thrust straight down, gasping with effort, his cock pumping faster and faster as she lay pinned helplessly below, a quivering receptacle for the hungry cock driving into her sex.
She felt another orgasm rise within her, and marvelled at it. How many times could a girl come in one day!? She thought of the passionless fucking she had gotten from Jason and almost laughed that she had thought it was good.
Then the orgasm rushed over her and her mind swirled with sparkling lights as the world faded into pleasure, her only connection the hard, steady pounding of Peter hips against her bottom and his cock thrusting into her pussy.

She tiptoed from Peter's room, then went into the bathroom. There was a bathroom in Molly's room but she didn't want to wake her, uncertain of how her girlfriend - now her lover - would react to her having fucked her brother.
She turned on the water and ran a hand through her tousled blonde hair, then grinned at herself in the mirror. Tonight had been far more exciting, far kinkier than anything she'd ever done at college. She'd thought she had to leave town in order to experiment with sex, but it had been here all along waiting for her.
Now she was feeling a little sorry that the new term was going to start in only a couple of weeks
Allison didn't tell Molly about fucking her brother. The two woke the next morning, made love, showered, made love, then Molly went to work while Allison went home and changed.
Her parents were gone to work when she got there. Which was just as well. She felt an odd mixture of guilt and coquettish excitement over what had happened the other night. She felt cocky and sensuous, and there was a swing in her hips that hadn't been there the day before.
She wondered what her friends would say if they knew she'd had a lesbian lover, if they knew she'd fucked a guy without so much as a word being exchanged between them. Granted, it was Peter, who she'd known for years, but it could have just as well been a complete stranger.
And her - her lover - was just Molly, but they didn't have to know that.
Allison wondered what it would be like to sleep with a real lesbian, an adult, that is, not an inexperienced girl of nineteen like her. She imagined a sleek, sophisticated woman, perhaps as old as thirty or forty, who would teach her all she knew about lesbian love.
Now that would certainly make people's eyebrows rise.
She went to her bedroom and turned on the stereo, then stripped naked and gazed at herself in the mirror. She let her body sway seductively in time to the music, imagining all the guys who would love to see her naked, would get their cocks all hard and throbbing at the sight of her as she now was.
She'd almost worked up the courage to enter a wet T-shirt contest last term, but had wound up chickening out at the last minute, too shy to face the leers and yells from the mostly male crowd.
She turned slowly, arching her back, grinding her hips in a lewd, provocative way as she eyed herself in the mirror. She had a great body, she thought to herself. She certainly had nothing to be embarrassed at if people saw it.
Even if they saw her like this, or even - if they saw her making love to someone.
She imagined herself up on a stage, grinding her hips, stripping before a crowd of hooting, howling men, letting them look at her pussy, letting them look at her ass and titties. She imagined dancing as she was, naked, up above them, all those eyes darting up into her crotch as she spread her legs.
They'd all want to fuck her, want to grope her breasts and bottom and jam their hard cocks into her pussy, and her mouth, and maybe even her anus.
She slid her hand down between her legs, stroking her clitty with two fingers as she continued to grind her hips, continued to move in time to the music. What would she do if they saw her now, she thought, her mind swimming in lust. Would she keep jerking off as they watched? Could she do that with people watching?
She imagined being gang banged, crowds of men swarming over her, their naked cocks all over her body, plunging into her pussy and anus and down her throat, stroking against her face and breasts and belly and back and thighs. She imagined being buried in cock as the horde of men chanted her name.
She rubbed faster against her clit, wishing she had a dildo like Molly, wanting to look at it and feel it sliding up into her pussy tunnel.
She came suddenly, staring at herself in the mirror, watching her face, watching her body as she came, watching the way her hips bucked helplessly, all on their own as she stumbled backwards, then fell across her bed.
She could, she realized, get a dildo. As she lay on her back, chest heaving, she recalled that they could be bought from adult sex shops, if she had the courage to enter one, that is, and if she had the supreme courage to buy something like that, probably off a male clerk.





C h a p t e r F o u r


She pondered long and hard what to wear. At first she considered wearing heavy clothes and maybe a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses. But her masturbation had not cooled the fires within her. If anything it had only made her hotter. It was as though she had finally broken through a mental reserve, a moral hesitation which had kept her from acting out her sexual fantasies for so long that they'd grown to unbearable, uncontrollable strengths.
She wanted to do everything! She wanted to have group sex, anal sex, and lesbian sex. She wanted to strip in front of crowds of people, to do kinky, disgusting things that would shock family and friends - without them finding out, of course.
She wanted to be a woman of the world, a woman with experience in every kind of sexual depravity.
However, both her imagination and her knowledge of sexual depravities were fairly limited. So for now all she wanted to do was get some sex toys and use them on herself.
She found several sex shops in the phone booth. She resisted the urge to call them up and ask them how much their dildos cost.
She decided to visit one, which then brought on the dilemma of what to wear. She discarded the notion of hiding behind a hat and glasses. What did she have to be embarrassed about? Okay, so she was going to walk up to a counter and buy a big dildo that the guy there would know was meant for masturbating. Maybe that would give him an erection. Maybe she'd fuck him right there!
She decided to dress more or less casually. She was going to act casual, act blas?about buying a dildo or two, as if it were entirely normal, something one did every other day. Lots of girls had dildos, after all.
She wore a green tank top that descended to just below her breasts and a denim miniskirt. Her attire wasn't at all out of place for a hot August day, but had that sexual air that she craved so much just then. She looked at herself in them and ran her tongue along her lower lip as she arched her back and looked seductive.
What if there were a crowd of men in the store? They would all look at her and think what a slut she was, and they would all think about how great it would be if only they could ram their cocks into her. Maybe they'd even jerk off that day thinking about the slutty blonde girl who'd bought a dildo in the sex shop!
She thought about masturbating with a dildo while a guy, or maybe a bunch of guys jerked off in their own apartments thinking about her doing just that.
She giggled then trotted downstairs and drove downtown. She drove past the first sex shop because it looked so incredibly grotty. The second looked much nicer, and she parked for a few minutes as she looked across at it.
In spite of her fantasies she was nervous about going in there. If anyone who knew her saw the rumours would shoot around town faster than the speed of light. "I saw Allison Munro going into a sex shop! I saw Allison Munro buying a dildo!"
No. She didn't need that at all.
Plus she was a bit embarrassed, well, more than a bit embarrassed about actually setting foot in there and buying a dildo. She imagined every guy in the store turning and staring at her as she walked in, their eyes all over her.
That was both embarrassing and exciting. Still, it was early, just past nine, and there was every possibility the place wouldn't be very crowded at all. Surely peak time for these kinds of stores was later on in the day, maybe even around midnight.
After several long minutes of anxious indecision she stepped out of the car and walked across the street, her heart beating faster with every step. She had timed her move so there would be nobody nearby when she reached the sex shop, nobody to see her go inside and wonder why.
She yanked open the door and stepped inside, hidden away from the stern eyes of strangers.
The shop wasn't large. It had two main aisles running down its length, and a counter to the left of the door. The man there raised his eyes as she stood there, looking her up and down appreciatively. There were no customers.
She heaved a sigh of relief, then, feeling his eyes on her, she started casually moving down the nearest aisle, her eyes moving over books and magazines devoted to assorted perversions, smirking as if she were there on a lark, there for amusement.
She moved a little further down the aisle and found leather things. There were leather gloves in various sizes, leather bras and G-strings, leather boots, vests, teddies, hoods, and an assortment of other products.
As with the lingerie the sight of the leather stirred her loins as she thought about wearing it. There were boots in particular, incredibly high heeled boots that were thigh high, that she knew she would look incredible in.
Perhaps with those leather gloves that ran almost up to the shoulders, and that leather thong and bra!
But they were expensive. She reluctantly moved on and found sex dolls, which made her giggle, fake breasts, and a fake vagina, which opened her eyes wide and made her snicker at how ridiculous it looked.
Then there was a whole group of vibrators. She'd heard of vibrators but never, of course, felt one. She looked them over carefully, noting the obvious, that they could be used as dildos too. Some were simple white plastic. Some were gold and ivory, glistening steel. Some were complicated, some simple.
"The electrical ones have more power," a voice said behind her.
She gasped and turned to see the clerk standing there.
He was about her height, with wide shoulders, that bulged with muscles. He wore a dirty tank top, and his hair was almost as long as hers. He had tattoos on both biceps and a scar across the side of his face. He was also, she thought, easily in his thirties, which to her made him ancient.
She blushed and lowered her eyes as he grinned.
"The battery operated ones are junk. They don't have the power and they run through batteries like crazy. They break easy too."
He reached up and took down one of the vibrators, then slipped a couple of batteries into it and turned it on. It buzzed, and he handed to her.
Allison took it automatically, staring at the buzzing toy as the man put his hand on her shoulder. "See? Hardly any power. Now you take one of these better electrical ones..."
He reached up and took down a box, then opened it and removed the long silver metal dildo from inside. He plugged it into a nearby wall outlet and turned it on, handing it to her so she could feel how much more powerful it was.
"Has three settings too," he said.
His hand slipped onto her back again as she examined the two dildos. She was blushing and embarrassed, but her pussy was throbbing and she was breathing heavily, excited beyond measure.
It wasn't that he was particularly handsome. On the contrary, he wasn't. But he struck her as a crude, rough, low brow type, just the kind to really fuck her, not make love to her, but FUCK her like a cheap slut needed fucking!
His hand trailed down her back and onto the top of her ass, his fingers stroking experimentally, as if seeking her response. She could hardly breath for the pressure in her chest as his hand moved lower. She leaned slowly forward, easing her legs slightly apart as she pretended to examine a dildo on a lower shelf.
She felt his hand reach the hem of her short skirt, then was surprised as he took one of the vibrators, the battery operated one, from her hand.
A moment later it slid between her thighs and pressed up into the crotch of her panties, the rounded nose sliding back and forth along her slit. She felt like shaking herself as he stroked her pussy with it.
"Now as you see," he said softly, "It doesn't have much strength."
Not much strength? Allison was gasping for breath, fighting to stop her buttocks from grinding back against it.
He turned it off and a moment later the other one was plucked from her and eased in between her trembling thighs.
The man, she didn't even know his name, was standing beside her, facing her as he sawed the vibrator up and down against her pussy. She found herself bending lower and lower as he pulled her skirt up with his other hand, putting more pressure against the vibrator.
She was gasping softly, her pussy steaming and wet. She could feel that the crotch of her panties were already sopping as he stroked the vibrator against her pussy.
She felt the nose dig into the soft skin of her inner thigh, pushing against the leg hole of her panties, then jamming in and pulling the crotch to one side.
She felt a burst of heat, fire streaming through her veins as she was bared to his gaze, and as the vibrator pushed against her naked little sex.
He continued stroking it along her pussy, then pushed it slowly into her, sliding inch after inch into her shaking body as she leaned down further and groaned.
"You see how effective this one is," he said with a smirk, pumping the vibrator up and down her pussy tunnel.
He caught her around the waist and turned her around, pushing her belly down across a glass case filled with golden rings and chains. A moment later he was behind her, and he slid the vibrator back out of her pussy.
She grasped the far side of the cabinet, staring down into it and realizing dazedly that the rings were meant to be worn in nipples and such, and the chains were supposed to be clipped to nipples.
Then she felt his cock pushing against her, and thought of how slutty she was behaving. Her eyes widened and she trembled violently as her pussy lips strained to accommodate his immensely thick cock.
It was thicker, far thicker than anything she'd ever taken inside her, and she panted heavily as her pussy stretched to its utmost to admit the beefy round staff.
She felt every ridge, every vein on his cock as it slowly rasped forward through the aching opening of her pussy tunnel, sawing roughly over her taut pussy lips as it disappeared inside her body.
His thick, hard staff drove deeper and deeper into her quivering body as his hands held tightly to her trembling flanks.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she groaned as at last she felt his groin push up tightly against her rounded behind.
"That's it, baby," he growled. "You got it all now. You got a real cock in you!"
He chuckled and his hands moved over her. He slid them up under her tank top, yanking that up over her shoulders and tossing it behind her. He undid her bra, then tossed it off too before filling his hands with her ample breasts and squeezing tightly.
Allison mewled in dazed pleasure, feeling bloated and full. He ground his hips slowly against her, his mighty staff stirring around inside her lower belly, straining her pussy tunnel as it twisted this way and that.
Then he pulled back, and she gasped as his cock once again sawed over her buzzing hot little clitoris, grinding across it as he pulled inch after inch from her body. His prick was glistening now with her love juices, and so it slid easier than its entry, but she still groaned with every movement.
He pushed back in again, then pulled out, working his cock back and forth in a slow, patient fuck that grew faster as her pussy muscles loosened.
His cock pumped slowly into her twitching, quivering pussy as her body burned with lust and desire, his grinding cock making her clitty sparkle like a live wire.
She came suddenly, the intensity of the orgasm shocking her as her body was racked by violent contortions. She gurgled madly, intoxicated by the pleasure that ripped through her body.
He clung to her shaking, trembling body. When her orgasm slowed and her shaking eased he drove himself deep and held his cock in place as he ground his pelvis into her ass.
His teeth gnawed at the side of her throat as his hands moved from her breasts to her pussy, stroking her clit.
Then he began to pump into her again, going slow at first, then rapidly building up speed, forcing himself into her, tearing himself free, rutting wildly until the cabinet was shaking with the force of his hard driving strokes. His hips slapped against her buttocks as she grunted and moaned, her mind reeling from her own lewdness and the shocking sexual heat that gripped her.
It was all Molly's fault, she thought dazedly as she came again.
She cried out at the power of it, driving her hot, throbbing pussy back against his fat cock as he pounded it into her. She'd never felt so wildly sexual, so possessed by her own pleasure. His cock felt so good as it pumped into her she wished he could fuck her forever.
She returned home with a large brown bag containing her purchases. She'd bought a large dildo which had straps so she could attach it to her pussy and use it on another girl, a long, bendable, double headed dildo like she and Molly had talked about the other night, the electrical vibrator the man had used on her, and two thongs with matching bras, and under her denim miniskirt was wearing a leather G-string he'd given her and put on himself.
"Think of my cock every time you pull it on," he'd told her with a leer.
And she would, and she knew she would. She'd tried to get his name but he wouldn't give it. He only smirked at her in a superior way that annoyed her, and told her she was welcome back for a fuck any time.
Maybe she would send Molly, she thought to herself as she eyed herself critically in the mirror.
She was wearing a very high cut lacy blue G-string and a matching French lace bra that did little to hide the fullness of her firm, round breasts.
She slid her hands upwards through her thick blonde hair, arching her back and looking pouty for the mirror. She thought again about how sexy she was, and how desirable, about how guys would love to see her as she was. She looked at herself in the mirror and then thought of her father's camcorder. Wouldn't it be daring to make a filthy movie, maybe of her and Molly!
Of course nobody could be allowed to see it. Well, maybe Peter. That would be sexy. She'd show it to him and then let him fuck her silly.
She moved over to the bed and looked over the things she'd gotten from the sex shop, picking up the double-headed dildo. It was softer than the other, so it could bend, and she examined it closely.
Allison wanted to be the kind of girl that blew men's minds out, that made their hearts stop and their eyes go wide. She wanted to be a girl men spoke of with awe and admiration. That was one of the reasons she'd mastered the art of giving a blowjob. She didn't want a reputation as a slut, but she did want to impress guys she went out with.
She licked her lips nervously, then sat on the edge of her bed and tilted her headway back. She held the dildo overhead, then slowly lowered one of the heads into her mouth. She licked and sucked at it, making it all slippery and wet, then tried to control her gag reflex as she pushed it lower.
She retched and pulled it loose, gasping. She glared at it, then, determined, she tried again, and again, and again, trying various tricks, mainly swallowing like it was a piece of meat.
Which a real cock would be, she thought with some amusement.
She coated the fake cock with a mixture of honey and butter and slid it in again, and it popped into her throat without her gagging... much. She eased it slowly lower, her eyes widening as it slid down her throat. It was thicker than most cocks, she thought, but not as thick as the one that had pounded her earlier. It made her throat ache a little, and made it scratchy. She had the urge to cough, as well as the urge to gag.
She controlled them with a determined effort, letting the dildo slide lower and lower as she wondered how much she ought to take into her. Would it go all the way down into her stomach? Or maybe it would go into her lungs? How did one tell? Sword swallowers managed to take the swords fully but...
She stopped, then slowly pulled it back up again. That took some getting used to as well. In a way it was harder than sliding it in, but again she got through it, and pulled the rubber cock out of her mouth with a gasp of relief.
She raised her head and looked at it in amazement. Her hand marked how deep she'd taken it, and it was well over a foot from the end.
She felt tremendously smug and victorious, and could hardly wait to suck the next guy she met. She was sure she'd blow his socks off. She wondered what it would be like to do that for a living, to be a hooker, or maybe an X-rated movie star.
Now that she knew she could do it she had much less trouble doing it again, then again. She was even able to pump the dildo up and down in her throat, as long as she didn't go too fast.
She was feeling very sexy after that, so as soon as she pulled the thing out of her mouth she slumped down some more and slipped the head into her pussy. She ached a little from the stretching the man at the shop had given her, but she got it in all right, jamming it high into her belly, all the way to her cervix.
She pulled it slowly in and out, groaning in pleasure. She drew her legs up and back, grunting and sighing as she fucked herself with the big dildo. She let her head hang back, grunting softly, fantasies playing out behind her eyes as she thrust the thing up inside her again and again.
She twisted and turned the big dildo inside her, then, groaning, bent it, grasping the other end and leaning forward again. She brought the other cockhead against her lips and sucked on it, licking eagerly as she rubbed the thing against her clit.
She laid her head back again then, falling back on her elbows as she drew her legs up and apart. She turned the dildo and bent it back, pressing the head against her anus. She pushed it into her tight little hole slowly, gasping in delight, again filled with lust at her own sluttiness and crude, forbidden behaviour.
Inch after inch she slid it into her rectum, until all that was sticking out was a narrow half-donut that ran from her straining pussy lips to her aching anal opening.
Eyes wide with excitement, she sat up, gasping as her belly ached and cramps rippled through her. She rubbed herself against the bed, then slowly stood up, trembling in pleasure.
She ran her hand softly over her belly, pushing in, imagining she could feel the pressure of the dildo inside her pussy as it sought to straighten out, pressing forward against the inner wall of her abdomen.
She picked up the vibrator and plugged it in, then turned it on and pressed it against her clit. Almost at once she felt a surging wall of pleasure ripple up and down her spine. Her legs shook and she had to grab the edge of her dresser as she stared at herself in the mirror.
Her mind spun and she reeled back, then cried out as she came, falling back onto the bed and bouncing up and down, jamming herself down on the half donut that stuck out of her body, feeling the two ends of the dildo twist and turn inside her as she yelped and moaned and cried out her passion and wild-eyed delight.
She writhed and thrashed on the bed, furiously rubbing the vibrator against her clit as she mashed and squeezed her breasts.
The orgasm lasted almost a full minute, leaving her quivering and moaning softly. She lay flat on the bed, eyes slits, chest heaving.
Finally she sat up with a groan, turning off the vibrator. She stood up, looking at herself in the mirror, then went to the closet and pulled down a small mini-dress.
It was actually an old one, too small for her, but she pulled it on anyway, feeling the material strain against her ample chest. She posed again in the mirror, sticking her tongue out, turning and bending over to show off her bare bottom.
She could see the donut sticking out of her sex, and ran her hand slowly along its length from her pussy to her anus.
She stood up and the door of her room opened, her mother standing there.
"M-Mom!" she squeaked.
"What are you doing here?" her mother demanded. "Did you forget your dental appointment?"
"Uhm... well... yes."
Her mother glared at her.
"I'm sorry."
"Do you know how hard it is to get an appointment with this man?"
"No. Anyway, my teeth are fine. See?" She smiled hugely.
Her mother grabbed her wrist and yanked her after her as she left the room.
"Mother!"
"Come on. You can still get there in time."
"But I..."
Her mother refused to listen, leading her downstairs and only pausing long enough for her to put on a pair of tennis shoes.
"I have to go to the bathroom!"
"You can go later!"
She yanked her outside, and Allison looked around worriedly, afraid people would see her pussy and ass, or worse, the dildo sticking out of both. It was a fantasy to show herself off, of course, but she didn't have this in mind, especially not with her mother there!
"I can drive myself!"
"I have to go past there anyway, and I want to make sure you get this done before you head back to school. Honestly, Allison, you're so scatterbrained sometimes!"
"I am not," Allison said in annoyance.
"You'd lose your head if it wasn't tied on."
She sat awkwardly, the dildo making her belly ache. She tugged constantly at the short hem of the miniskirt, afraid her mother would see the black dildo.
Her mother was not content to just drop her off either, but insisted on talking to the nurse about an appointment for herself. So she went upstairs with Allison, leaving her no opportunity to get rid of the big dildo, even if she knew how to.
She could go into a bathroom, of course, but that meant either carrying it home in her hand or throwing it away, and neither option was very attractive.
What was worse the constant friction of the thing against her pussy lips combined with the fullness in her pussy and anus was turning her on something fierce. Only the presence of her mother was keeping her from rolling her eyeballs back, and she was finding it harder and harder to think straight.
They were just on time, and this stupid doctor had to be the kind that actually saw people when they were supposed to, so Allison was rushed right in to see him.



C h a p t e r F i v e


Allison tried desperately to keep her skirt down as the dentist and his nurse motioned her towards the chair. It was a long sloping chair, and she had to slide back onto it slowly, one hand on the hem of her skirt.
The next ten minutes were agonizing. Beads of sweat stood out on her forehead as she fought against the sexual pressure that had built up inside her and tried to keep the nurse from seeing under her skirt. The doctor was at the head of the chair, but the nurse was lower down, and if Allison wasn't careful would see right up under her skirt!
In fact, once the doctor poked against her gums with the pick and she yelped in pain, her legs jerking apart a little before she regained control. She thought she saw the nurse looking strangely at her afterwards, but then that might have only been her imagination.
Shortly after the nurse moved up so she was standing next to the doctor, just about at the level of Allison's thighs, and Allison got even more nervous.
The woman gave her a few smiles, some peculiar smiles, and Allison thought she saw her looking down towards her crotch. She was terrified the nurse would be able to see the dildos ticking out of her, for she had no way of being sure just how much was sticking out and whether it was showing under her slight skirt.
"Relax," the Doctor Green.
He turned something on the chair and the top part tilted further back even as the lower part tilted up. She mumbled around his hands in her mouth, trying to see past his hands to where the nurse was. She imagined them finding out and calling her terrible names, then calling her mother and father and telling them what a sick pervert their daughter was.
"Relax," the nurse said, squeezing Allison's knee.
All right for them to say, Allison thought, but neither of them knew the reason for the tension in her body.
Then she felt the nurse's hand slowly easing higher. At first she thought it was her imagination, then she thought it was innocent, but it kept getting higher and higher, and her heart pounded faster and faster.
"What do we have here?" the nurse said in an amused voice as her fingers touched the dildo.
Allison quivered like a plucked bowstring, face turning scarlet as the doctor turned to look. She tried to sit up but was too slow as the nurse flipped her skirt up and the two of them looked at her bared pussy.
"Oh ho!" doctor Green said. "Is this some new kind of anaesthesia?"
"A new distraction to keep your mind off pain?" the nurse said, giggling.
Allison tried again to sit up but the doctor pushed his hand against her chest.
"Oh don't worry. We aren't bothered by it. Don't be embarrassed."
"Yeah. I have one myself, actually," the nurse said. "I and my roommate use it occasionally."
"And I watch," the doctor said, smiling down at her. Or was it a leer?
She felt the nurse's fingers stroking up and down the rounded rubber, then easing up to finger her clitty. She moaned, unsure what to do, her eyes moving from one to the other.
The nurse bent over then and Allison gasped as she felt the woman's tongue against her clit. She felt waves of heat rolling over her entire body as she stared upwards at the ceiling, shuddering in confusion and pleasure.
The doctor stood back, watching, a bulge in his pants, and Allison groaned and gave up her struggles, laying her head back and spreading her legs apart as the nurse lapped eagerly at her clit.
She stared up at the doctor, her head now almost upside down, then reached for his hips, grasping them, then rubbing her hand over his bulging crotch.
He undid his pants and pulled it out, moving over her, almost straddling her head as he tilted her chair back still further.
She grabbed his crotch, pulling it in against her mouth and sucking the head in, her ass grinding lewdly down against the leather seat as the nurse began to pump the front half of the dildo in her pussy as she licked and sucked at her clit.
"Oh God!" she moaned, humping up into the nurse's face.
Doctor Green pushed forward and she tilted her head back, taking him deeper into her mouth, then reached up around his hips, yanked him forward, and swallowed his cock.
"Oh yeaaahhh!" he gasped.
"What?" the nurse said, raising her head.
"She fucking swallowed my cock!"
"I wish I could do that," the nurse sighed.
Allison felt a tremendous wave of victory as she slid her lips right up against the base of Doctor Green's cock and sucked softly. Her tongue licked at it as the doctor leaned forward and squeezed her breasts.
"That looks so erotic," the nurse sighed, her hand stroking at Allison's clitty as she watched.
"You need to learn this," Doctor Green groaned.
He started pumping his cock slowly in her throat, his fingers undoing the front of her straining dress and letting her breasts spill out into his hands.
The nurse returned to her pussy, licking even more avidly as Allison spread her legs wider.
She felt her body quivering with sex-heat, felt it rolling and swirling through her overheated muscles and tissues and bones.
Then she came with a cry of purest bliss. At the instant realization that her throat was blocked, that she could make no real sound, she gave herself fully to the orgasm. For the first time in her life there was no need to repress herself in the slightest and she screamed and screamed again...soundlessly, as she writhed and shook and bucked up madly against the nurse's whipping tongue.
The doctor pulled his cock out of her throat at last, and she gulped in air without ever having been aware that she hadn't been breathing. Her red face lost some of its colour as she gasped and her chest worked like a bellows.
The doctor rubbed his spit-wet prick all over her face as his hands kneaded her breasts, then he leaned over her, licking and chewing at her burning hot nipples, raining little bites across the surface as she reached up and gripped his erection.
She licked at it as she continued to pant, then took it into her mouth, sucking avidly, then swallowing it once again.
She laid her head and hands back then, eyes glazed as she let the doctor fuck down into her, mind swirling as his prick fucked back and forth inside her throat tube, his balls mashing against her eyes, his abdomen crushing her nose back against her face.
Then he came inside her. Allison only realized it when his cock abruptly softened and she felt his juices gurgling down her throat.
He groaned and slowly eased back until the head was inside her mouth. She sucked and slurped at it then, licking it clean as he continued to maul and squeeze her swollen breasts.
She mouthed each of his balls, sucking and licking them, massaging them inside her mouth, then sucked his cock in again, feeling it start to twitch and stiffen.
Soon he was hard again, pumping up and down in her throat as she herself started to hump up into the nurse's face. She came, screaming again, totally free, totally consumed by the fires of passion inside her.
Doctor Green rode her through her come, then moved away and changed places. The nurse yanked down her panties, then straddled Allison's head. Allison looked up to see a completely shaved pussy, the narrow slit winking at her from a few inches away.
She reached up and grabbed the nurse by the ass, drawing her down against her mouth. She felt the doctor spreading her legs, then felt the rubber prick pulled free of her puss. She felt an unmistakeable real cock pushing against her in its place.
She groaned as he buried himself in her burning pussy, her tongue sweeping up and down the nurse's slit as the woman leaned forward and began to work on her breasts.
Allison's tongue slipped inside the woman, pumping in and out even as the Doctor began to pound his cock deep into Allison's own cunny. She grunted with each of his thrusts, for while his prick was not nearly as thick as the man at the sex shop, it was very, very long.
He and the nurse fought for possession of her breasts even as their tongue slipped into each other's mouths, but Allison had little time to notice. She came again, then again, her body shaking violently. A final come blasted through her before the nurse started grunting and moaning and the doctor blew his cork deep inside her pussy.
She was sore and tired when she walked out of the doctor's office. But at least she didn't have the dildo buried inside her. She had explained her dilemma to Rachael, the nurse, who had volunteered to keep the thing for her until she could fetch it.
And that wouldn't take her out of her way either, for she'd agreed to meet the two at a motel the next day!
The very idea was another exciting turn in her life, for there was something exquisitely sluttish about meeting anyone at a motel for lewd sex, and even worse when it was two people.





C h a p t e r S i x


"Oh my God!" Molly gasped. "I don't believe you!"
"It's true," Allison replied, feeling smug.
"You slut!"
Allison only looked more smug.
"Tell me more about this guy in the sex shop."
"I don't know much more about him."
"Not even his name?"
She shook her head.
"You slut!"
They giggled and Molly reached out to squeeze one of Allison's breasts.
"Get naked. I think I want to fuck," she growled.
"Wait a second. I had an idea for something I wanted to try."
"I thought that's what you'd been doing all day!"
"I want more!"
Molly shook her head in amusement. "God, well, what is it?"
"I want to be a TV star," Allison replied, waggling her tongue.
"Huh?"
"Want to fool around in front of a camcorder?"
Molly gaped at her, then licked her lips uncertainly. "That would be so hot," she said. "But I'd worry someone else might see it."
"We could erase the tape afterwards if you wanted."
"My dad has a camcorder."
"We could hook it up to your TV."
The two hurried out into the hall, moving silently because Molly's parents were downstairs. They went into the master bedroom, where Molly pulled the camcorder and tripod down from a closet shelf.
Then, giggling with excitement, they hurried back to Molly's room, shutting and locking the door. They set up the tripod and mugged for the cameras, then Molly found some good dancing music and moved behind the camera, letting Allison go first.
Allison went into the bathroom first, brushing her hair, using makeup and hair spray to make herself up. Then she returned, a bit nervous, and nodded to Molly.
Again she started the music, then the camera, and Allison began to dance.
She moved slowly first, grinding her hips seductively, her eyes slitted as she looked seductively into the camera. She turned slowly in place, her torso undulating, her body firm beneath the tight blouse and jeans she wore.
She ran her hands up and down her body as she rolled her head, her lips moist and slightly parted. Her hips rolled as she ran her hands up the front of her body, cupping her breasts then sliding her open hands up across them, up through her hair and up behind her, arching her back and swinging her torso slowly from side to side.
She turned her back to the camera, bending forward a little and sticking her pert bottom out, swinging and grinding it back as she undid the buttons down the front of her blouse. She turned around again, daringly exposing her skin bit by bit as she smiled teasingly at the camera.
Then she threw back her arms and let her blouse fall over her shoulders and drop down her arms. She caught it in one hand and kind of swung it in a circle before throwing it behind her, then ran her hands over her body again, tracing her fingers through the cleavage of her breasts.
She undid the clasp between her bra cups and let it fly open, covering her breasts with her arms and shrugging out of her bra. She rolled her torso at the camera with her arms slowly pulling aside, and leaving nothing but her inadequate hands to cover her fat round melons.
Then she turned her back again, letting her hands slide up and high above her, swaying from side to side as she slowly turned, first to the side, then fully around, baring her breasts fully.
She traced her hands over her body again, undoing her pants, then turning her back to bend over and slip them down her long legs, baring her thong covered rear.
She kicked off her shoes and pants and danced in just the thong as Molly operated the camera, then she pulled the thong off too, doing lewd splits, bending over, and rolling her hips in lewd, suggestive ways.
"I bet you want to fuck me," she said to the camera. "Don't you?"
She sashayed to the bed, and picked up the big dildo she'd bought, then licked it coyly before sliding her lips over it and bobbing them up and down lewdly.
Molly moved in for a close-up as Allison sucked on the rubbery cock, then lifted it high above her, tilted her head way back, arched her back and slipped the dildo down into her mouth, then down her throat so only a bare inch remained clutched between her fingers.
She pulled it up slowly then took it out, letting her head come forward to grin seductively at the camera.
She turned and squatted down, placing the base of the dildo on the seat of a chair. Then she slowly sat down on it as Molly focused in tight, groaning dramatically as the thick dildo sank deep into her pussy tunnel.
"Ooohh !OOhhhhh! It's so goooooood!"
She held the base of the dildo as she started to ride up and down, her face contorted in pleasure as she groaned and moaned in pleasure that was only partially faked.
"God! You slut!" Molly said in awe.
"Come here! Come here, you bitch!" Allison growled, leering into the camera and motioning to her.
She stood up, the dildo buried inside her, and moved to the camera, grabbing Molly and pulling the stumbling girl around in front. She shoved her down into the chair, then plastered her lips against Molly's as she cupped her breast.
Their tongues slithered together as she undid the buttons down the front of Molly's blouse, then pushed it open and yanked her bra down to bare her fat round orbs. Molly groaned as Allison shifted her lips downwards onto her nipples, chewing and suckling heavily on each, always careful to keep to one side so the camera could see.
She chewed hungrily on each heavy melon as her fingers dug into the soft flesh and crushed them both together. Then she let one hand slip down into Molly's crotch, squeezing and rubbing her through her panties and short skirt.
She jerked her panties aside, rubbing heavily at her pussy mound along her slit. Molly gasped and moaned, grinding her hips, rolling her head in pleasure, eyes closed, and mouth open.
She came with a cry of bliss, arching her back and thrusting her breasts out into Allison's face as the blonde girl chewed on her aching nipples.
Allison rubbed her furiously, then when the girl slumped back Allison pulled the thick dildo from her own pussy and shoved it up Molly.
Molly gasped, her hands flailing weakly, then griping Allison's wrist as she moaned and whined. Allison ignored her, thrusting it deep into the smaller girl's quim, griping it with both hands as she pumped it deep and fast.
Molly cried out again, her head jerking back against the back of the chair, her body writhing as Molly pounded the dildo up her pussy with hard, relentless movements.
She shoved it deep, then jumped up and grabbed the straps from the bed, stepping into them and yanking them up her body. She buckled the leather frame around her groin then pulled the dildo free of Molly's tight pussy and snapped it into place.
She helped Molly off the chair, and the brunette, her hair tangled around her face, knelt on all fours as Allison mounted her from behind, fucking more calmly now, her hands moving up and down her friend's body as she drove the rubber prick into her.
She undid Molly's bra and pulled it off, then did the same to her skirt. She tore at her panties until they came free too, and then both of them were nude as the camera looked on from the side.
Allison repositioned the camera, then she and Molly moved to the bed. Molly lay on her back, her fat, round breasts rising and falling as she gasped in excited pleasure. Allison drew on the harness and buckled it tight around her hips, then snapped the thick dildo in place and knelt between her legs.
"I'm gonna fuck you good and hard, missy," she said in a deep voice.
"Hmmmm, fuck me mister," Molly cooed, spreading her legs wider, then drawing her knees up and back.
"Fine way for a virgin to talk," Allison said.
"Fuck the shit out of me!" Molly demanded.
Allison shuffled forward on her knees, gripping the thick dildo and rubbing the head up and down her girlfriend's slit, then let the head push into her, watching as it forced her pussy lips in and back.
"Oh, I love how thick it is," Molly groaned.
"Slut."
Allison gripped her legs and lifted them up over her shoulders, pushing them back as she leaned forward.
Molly groaned in delight as the thick dildo drove deeper and deeper into her tight virgin pussy tunnel, gasping when it went especially deep. Allison leaned far forward, forcing her legs high and back until their lips could meet in passionate embrace.
Her tight round buttocks rose and fell smoothly and slowly as she pumped the dildo into Molly's moist slit. She could feel the resistance of her lover's tight pussy each time her hips drove the dildo down.
She let more weight down, until their breasts pushed together. Her tongue slipped deep into Molly's mouth, sliding up along the inside of her lip, then down across her tongue, then sideways into her cheek, then their tongues duelled, sliding back into her own mouth.
And all the time her hips rose and fell in perfect rhythm, pumping the thick dildo inside Molly, and not incidentally grinding the rubber pad at the base of the dildo against her own clitty in a deliciously pleasant way.
It was very odd and exciting to be in the position she was in, to be acting like a man fucking Molly. Now she had some inkling of what she looked like when a guy fucked her, like when Jason fucked her last term in much the same position as Molly was now in.
"Ohh! Ohhh! Unggh!"
"Yeah, take my cock, bitch," she teased, remembering what Peter had said then.
"Ohhhh! It's... so... so... goooood!" Molly gasped, her head rolling back, her hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them hard.
Allison turned to look at the blinking red light of the camera, and her heart fluttered wildly, imagining other people seeing the video, imagining Jeff and Peter, and other guys she knew watching it and getting as hard as rock.
She turned her attention back to Molly, pumping harder now, her ass rising and falling with greater speed as she pounded the dildo into Molly's snatch.
"Fuck! Fuck! Ungh! Unnngh! Oohh! God! Unngh!" Molly gasped.
Allison's pussy was burning too as the pad ground back and forth against her hyper sensitive clitty, and she could feel the sexual pressure building inside her skull, could feel the excitement crackling up and down her spine as she rodded her big fake cock down into Molly's tight, soft pussy hole.
"Jesus! Oh! Ohh! OHHH!" Molly cried, arching her back. "OH God! Yes! Yes! UNNgghh! UUNngghh! OHHhhhhhhhhhh!"
Allison pumped harder, easing her body upwards just a bit to bring a little more pressure against Molly's clitty. Her friend's head thrashed from side to side, her face drawn in a grimace of intense pleasure as she came, and Allison felt a blooming pride and sense of delightful conquest as her own orgasm began to take form within her.
She gasped, and arched her back, trembling and shaking with pleasure as the orgasm struck, swamping her mind and burying her senses in a flood of snapping, overloaded nerve endings.

When Molly's parents got home both girls were on the sofa watching TV, both clad in jeans and t-shirts. Neither of them, of course, expressed the slightest suspicion that anything lewd or lascivious might have gone on in their absence, and the two of them winked at each other.
They went out dancing that night, looking for guys, but neither of them found anyone who particularly attracted them, and they returned home together.
Molly's parents were already in bed so they went up quietly to her bedroom and got undressed.
"I can't wait to get my own place," Molly sighed. "Then I won't have to sneak around."
"That's years away," Allison said. "Though if I can afford it I might move off campus this year and get my own room somewhere."
"Most rooming houses are dumps."
"Yeah, but I could, like, share with another girl or two. You know, split an apartment."
"It's still not your own place."
"No, but I can do what I want in my bedroom without having to answer to anybody."
"You'll never be able to afford it. You don't even work in the summer."
"So?"
"So your parents won't pay for everything. Especially when they'd rather have you in a dorm room with a roommate than off living in some dump with God knows who."
"Maybe I'll get a part time job."
Molly laughed in amusement.
"What?"
"You? Working?"
"Well I have to work eventually," Allison said defensively.
"Maybe, but it's hard to imagine, especially doing something menial, like I am."
"Waitressing isn't menial."
"That's not what you said last month."
"Well... I was just bugging you."
"Yeah, right. Get your clothes off so I can fuck your brains out."
"Slut."
"Whore."
"Tramp."
"Trollop."
"Trollop? God, where'd you dig that up?"
"Punchboard."
"Round heels."
Their lips melded together and they fell onto the bed with a sigh of pleasure, their long bare legs entangled as they rolled from side to side.

Allison woke some hours later, yawning and rubbing her eyes. The clock showed it just after four in the morning. She turned her head and saw Molly lying there beside her asleep.
She licked her lips thirstily, then got up and padded to the door. She slipped her nightshirt off the hook in the dark and pulled it on as she opened the door.
It wasn't locked, and she silently cursed herself for an idiot for not checking it. She could only imagine what would have happened if Molly's mother or father had opened it to check on her and found the two of them laying naked in bed arm in arm.
Or worse, she thought, they could have opened the door when we were making out.
She quickly realized she had the wrong nightshirt, for this one was too small, but since the house was in darkness and she was only headed for the kitchen to get a glass of milk she decided it didn't matter. She moved silently down the stairs and then up the hall to the kitchen, pushing through the small swinging door and feeling the cool tiles on her bare feet.
She crossed the floor in near darkness and opened the fridge, bending over slightly to get the milk, then reaching up to the cupboard next to the fridge to grab a cup. She poured her milk, then turned at a sound.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to frighten you," Molly's father said softly.
"Mr. Kendall! I uh... I didn't think you'd be up."
"Oh I get up at odd times to think."
"Uh... well... I uh, just wanted some milk."
"Fine. Come and sit down. Enjoy the peace."
Allison hesitated, then padded across the floor and sat down next to him. It was shadowy in the kitchen, but now that her eyes were adjusted it wasn't that dark. She could make him out clearly. He was wearing a large green terry-clothe robe and had a mug of something, coffee, she thought, there on the table.
"Looking forward to school?" he asked.
"Kind of."
"We'll miss you and Molly come September."
"Of course you will," she said cheekily. "We're so loveable."
"Yes, you are," he said, smiling. "The more pretty girls around the house the better."
Allison smiled coyly and sipped her milk. She remembered how he'd looked at her the other day in her wet clothes, and wondered if he had a bigger cock than Peter.
She felt a little hum of sexual excitement run through her body at the thought of doing it with Molly's father. That was exciting on several levels. He would be the oldest guy she'd eve done. He'd be, well, he was a guy she'd known for years now, and trusted, but more than anything the thought of fucking with Molly's father turned her on simply because he was Molly's father. She'd already had her brother, after all.
It wasn't that she was trying to put something over on Molly. She loved her dearly. It was just that the two had often been rivals and competitors, and it was sort of like she was one up on Molly without her even knowing, like she had put one over on her friend. After all, fucking her father... That was so... so disgustingly slutty! It was wicked and nasty, and her pussy started to warm at the very notion of it.
Besides, Mr. Kendall was kind of good looking. He was older than Doctor Green, but in better shape. She wondered what, if anything he had under that robe.
"You think I'm pretty?" she asked teasingly.
"Oh I don't think there's any doubt about that."
"Do you think I'm sexy?" She ran her tongue along her lower lip and cocked her head slightly to one side as she smiled at him.
"Definitely."
Mrs. Kendall was a tall, gorgeous, sophisticated woman, and Allison had often felt gawky and inadequate around her. So the thought of her husband being attracted to her was very flattering, and gave her a definite ego boost.
"Yeah, I guess I am," Allison said a bit smugly. "I only wish I could take more advantage of it. I mean, guys all have such big mouths. You know? They're all such gossips, and a girl doesn't want her reputation ruined."
"I understand perfectly."
"Ha! I bet you wouldn't understand if Molly said that."
"Nope. You've got that right."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I happen to know Molly is still a virgin. Don't tell anyone I said that, though."
"Well, I'm glad you did. That's reassuring in this day and age."
"Like to go back to the old days, huh?" she said, moving up to the table to stand next to him.
"Sometimes."
"Like when me and Molly were little girls, and I'd sit on your lap while you told me stories?"
She smiled coyly and suddenly turned and sat across his lap, giggling as if she were teasing, ready to move away quickly at any sign he was annoyed or offended.
"Well, I don't know about that," he said, automatically sliding his arm around her waist. "There are some things that are better about modern times."
His eyes noted how taut the front of the nightshirt was, then rose to her face.
"This is a bit small for you, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's kind of tight. I didn't bring anything. I usually sleep in the nude."
"Really?" He licked his lips.
"Yeah, but just in case I ran into anyone I put this on. I didn't want anyone getting offended."
"Well, I can't speak for my wife," he said with a bit of a leer," But I wouldn't have been offended."
"Really?" she asked teasingly. "Maybe I should take it off then."
"Well, I don't know about that. People might get the wrong idea if they came down and found you naked with me."
"What wrong idea would that be?" she asked, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair.
"Allison," he said hesitantly.
"Yeeeesss?"
Their faces were inches away, and she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He turned his face and their lips met. He groaned, his hand sliding up and down her back. Then his other hand came up and cupped one of her breasts, fingers digging in firmly as she leaned back.
"God!" he gasped.
Their lips met again, his hand sliding over her breasts, squeezing one, then the other, hungry, desperate, mashing and kneading her sensitive flesh as his tongue moved wildly in her mouth.
His hand moved down onto her bare thigh then and slipped between, running up the inside of her leg and under the nightshirt to cup her mound. He moaned as he found it bare, and his fingers moved along the length of her slit as she squirmed and opened her legs wider.
She reached down and gripped the hem of the nightshirt then, and, rising slightly, peeled it under her buttocks, then up and off, dropping it on the table as she watched him feast his eyes on her naked flesh.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked proudly.
"Fuck you're gorgeous," he moaned, cupping one of her breasts, then burying his face in the other, mouth wide, chewing and sucking furiously as she smiled and ran her fingers through his hair.
She turned, straddling him, letting him squeeze and suck on her breasts for long minutes as the pleasure built up inside her. Then his hands cupped her bottom and he lifted her up as he got awkwardly to his feet. He dropped her on the edge of the table, spilling his coffee, then shoved her back, his hands jerking his robe open.
"Are you gonna fuck me, Mister Kendall?" she asked in a breathy, little-girl voice.
He didn't answer, but his rigid, angry cock demonstrated wordlessly. He grabbed it with fumbling hands and jammed it against her sex, then thrust deep, causing her to groan and shift her legs apart.
"God!" she moaned.
"Fuck!" he gasped.
He fell atop her, his hands racing over her, his panting breaths filling the room as he shifted his lips and mouth and teeth from her mouth to her cheeks to her ears and throat and breasts. His cock drilled into her with desperate movements as she groaned in delight.
She felt a sense of exultation at his excitement, feeling wildly wanton and seductive. Maybe she would tell Molly some day about how she'd fucked both her father and her brother.
In the meantime.
"Unnggghhh!" she groaned, arching her back as the orgasm struck.




C h a p t e r S e v e n


The next night Allison and Molly fucked for over an hour then went downstairs and slipped naked into the swimming pool, splashing around and twisting and tumbling naked through the water.
They were standing in the shallow water necking softly when Allison had a stunning new idea.
She climbed out of the water, dripping wet as Molly followed, then motioned to the two high hedges on either side of their yard. The windows of her own house were all dark. Upstairs, the rooms that looked onto the back were their own and the guest room, currently empty.
"Remember how we used to wander through the grounds there when we were younger?" Allison whispered.
"So?"
The back fence of the yard, and all the neighbours along their street fronted onto a parking lot. Across the parking lot was a government building complex, a dozen buildings all linked together. Almost all the lights were out, except at the entrance.
Molly climbed up on the fence and Allison climbed up behind her.
It had once been a Catholic school, with rooms for boarders and nuns who slept there. Now it was a civil servant training complex. Civil servants came from all over to take courses there. There were small tidy rooms to sleep in, a cafeteria, gymnasium, classrooms and administration buildings. There were a dozen buildings scattered around with paths and roads leading between them.
"I hear they're going to close it down," Molly said. "It's too old and the rooms are too small and not good enough for civil servants any more. They stay at hotels, instead."
"So nobody's there at night."
"Except the security guards. See there you can see the doorway there and if you look real hard there's a counter inside with guards behind it."
"Want to go over and say hi?" Molly snickered.
Allison grinned at her, then looked around. The parking lot had a few lights lit, but the grass that surrounded it was dark. She looked at Molly again, then climbed higher on the fence.
"Allie!"
Allison climbed over the fence then let herself down on the other side.
"Are you crazy?!"
"Come on."
"No way!"
"Nobody will see us!"
Molly was as horny as hell, her pussy squirming. Being outdoors naked was what had aroused her, that and Allison, of course. The idea of actually going outside her yard, going and taking a stroll in her birthday suit was intensely exciting.
And scary.
She climbed over the fence and let herself down the other side. She gasped as Allison's hand darted in and squeezed her pussy as she was climbing down.
Then she was down. The grass strip was about ten feet wide along the edge of the parking lot. The parking lot went across right to the edge of the building ahead of them.
On the left it extended about fifty yards. Then there was a grass lawn that was another forty or fifty yards long. On the right the parking lot extended another fifty yards or so, then there was more grass.
Allison started off to the right, walking along the fence as Molly hurried to catch up. Both girls felt incredibly aroused as they walked along, their wet skin drying quickly in the heat.
Allison skirted the parking lot, then headed across the grass away from the back yards behind them. There were bushes and trees around. The grass was short. The grounds well maintained. They walked through a tennis court, then over beside a long low dark building.
They peered in the windows, seeing huge, dimly lit rooms filled with various types of machinery. The building was linked to the one beside it, the one with the guards, by a glass enclosed connecting tunnel. The land was hilly, though, so part of the tunnel was angled down like a bridge, and the two were able to stoop and walk underneath.
They came out on the other side and found a roadway. They walked on it along the side of the main building, or what they thought of as the main building, nipples stiff, breasts swollen and pussies hot.
"I feel so slutty!" Allison whispered.
"You are slutty," Molly whispered back, putting her hand on her friend's bare bottom and squeezing it.
Allison giggled and her hand slid onto Molly's bottom. They walked along the road like that, kneading each other's buttocks while they passed darkened windows.
They came up to a set of wide stone stairs that led up to an entrance. Allison climbed them and pressed her face against the glass, looking inside. Molly followed, looking out at the dark grounds around them.
The two of them sat down on the top step then and began necking and stroking each other. Molly groaned as she felt Allison's fingers thrust deep inside her pussy. It was still such a new, shocking sensation she lost control of herself, humping and grunting and whimpering as she exploded, shaking violently against her friend.
Allison giggled and held her, stroking her head. Then the two walked down the stairs and continued along the road. The grass extended to their left for about fifty or sixty feet. Then there was a fence, and after that about two hundred yards of dark scrubland.
The walked along the road until it turned left, around the corner of the buildings. They both peeked around the corner and saw the road go ahead for about fifty yards then turn right and go out to the street.
The street was a wide four-lane road. But at three in the morning it was empty. Across the street was a two-story building of some sort and next to it a ten-story apartment building.
Next to the apartment building was the same scrubland as existed on this side of the road.
"God!" Allison said.
"What?"
"You know what, we could walk to school."
"What!? You're crazy!"
"No. We used to take this way to get to high school all the time. See there? There's a path that goes through the field."
"Someone'll catch us and rape us!"
"Nobody is hanging around in there this time of night. You take that path there and it runs alongside the fence all the way to the next street way down there, where there's a Seven Eleven. There's also another path halfway through that goes right and leads to our high school and to St. Mary's.
"It looks dark," Molly said worriedly. "It won't be nicely cut grass lawns there. We'll be stepping on stones and sticks and who knows what else."
"Imagine laying down at the fifty yard line of the football field and getting your pussy sucked," Allison grinned.
"It's not worth it."
"Come oooon," Allison begged, taking her arm and trying to pull her.
"No way!"
"Please? For me?"
"You're nuts! We should go back to my place."
"I want to!"
"What if someone in that apartment building is looking out their window?"
"They'll get a thrill," Allison grinned.
There were still thirty or forty yards of lawn between them and the road. Allison looked up and down the road, then ran forward. Molly stared after her anxiously, then with a curse, ran after her.
The two girls giggled as they ran, their breasts jiggling. Off to their left a car was approaching, and both squealed as they picked up the pace, then dove behind some bushes.
The car got closer and closer, then whooshed past and disappeared down the road.
"This street is too brightly lit!" Molly gasped.
"Nobody is watching... probably."
She got up and walked out onto the road. Molly stared at her in shock, watching in awe as the beautiful blonde strode calmly across the open road and onto the grass on the other side.
She looked both ways, then got up and raced after her, holding her breasts to stop them from bouncing.
"God! You're crazy!" she gasped as she ran onto the grass and hurried down the path away from the road.
Allison grinned smugly and walked slowly after her.
Molly slowed and let Allison catch up, then the two girls continued down the dirt path. On their right was nothing but waist high grass. On their left was more of it, for about ten yards. Then there was a chain link fence and behind it a rising hill on which homes sat, their windows dark.
The two naked girls walked down the path for a few minutes, then came to a turnoff. To the left the path led up and through an open gate of the fence. Two enormous apartment buildings were beyond it. To their right a wider path led through the grass towards two high schools.
Allison paused, then turned left.
"Where are you going?"
"I thought I'd look around here."
Molly giggled, then followed.
There was an open grassy area behind the two apartment buildings. A small children's play area was there, with a teeter-totter, swings, and a jungle gym surrounded by sand.
The two buildings loomed up above them as Molly straddled one of the teeter-totter seats. Allison straddled the other, and the two began to rise up and down, grinning at each other.
After a couple of minutes they got off and Allison climbed the jungle gym, swinging by her arms as Molly swung on one of the swings. They both felt charged with crackling sexual electricity.
Molly got off the swing and sat in the sand, sliding her hands through it as though building a castle at the beach. Allison joined her, and the two began kissing and stroking each other.
Their lips slid softly together as they cupped and squeezed each other's breasts. Then Molly eased back onto her back, pulling Allison over her. They moaned and sighed as they licked and kissed each other, both aware of the scores of windows overlooking them.
It was dark, but there were small lights on poles scattered around, so they were not in pitch darkness.
They broke apart, both breathing heavily, sand sticking to their sweaty bodies.
"Let... let's go to school," Molly gulped, getting slowly to her feet.
The two walked back through the gate in the fence and across the field. Soon tress and bushes appeared around them.
"Do you know what?" Allison sighed.
"What?"
"If a man shows up... I'm gonna let him do anything he wants."
Molly turned and eyed her.
"Really? Any man?"
"Well... unless he's hideous."
"You'll let him fuck you?"
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
They walked carefully. There were no lights and many small stones and pebbles.
"Here," Allison said, showing where a small path led to a gaping hole in the fence that surrounded their school.
They took it and climbed through the gap, looking at the bulk of the school as they walked through the field behind it.
"There's probably, like, a security guard or janitor or something," Molly said a little nervously.
"If he wants to fuck me he can," Allison sighed, squeezing her breasts.
"Horny slut," Molly said, slapping her ass lightly.
"Am I ever."
"Let's go over to the football field."
They slipped through the opening in a chained gate and walked out onto the field. Both of them headed for the middle of the field without discussing it, then paused there to look around. They'd both been in the stands many times.
"If only there were a crowd to watch us."
"Oh right. That would sure make our reputations."
"And nobody in the world would believe you were still a virgin!"
"I gotta get someone to fuck me," Molly sighed.
"Well, you know my big rubber cock is always available, lover," Allison purred.
They kissed deftly, then Allison slipped her arms around Molly, pulling her in against her, their breasts crushed together as their tongues began to tangle.
Soon they were laying on the grass in a hot sixty-nine, rolling slowly from side to side, now Molly on top, now Allison, now Molly again. Their soft gasps and groans and cries of pleasure filled the air as the empty wooden stands looked on.

Since both of them were sweaty and covered in grass and leaves they slipped into the swimming pool after returning home, splashed each other playfully, then climbed the stairs back to their room. Allison saw a shadow as they reached the stairs, and after Molly had settled down into her bed snuck out to see who it was.
She was not surprised to find Peter up, or see the look in his eyes when he saw her.
"Up for any particular reason?" she asked.
"I saw you two climb over the fence and go off naked!" he hissed.
"And would you like to know what we did?" Allison smirked.
"No! I mean, uh, I know what you did!" He glared accusingly.
"So I fucked your sister. Does that bother you?"
"Why should it bother me?"
"Does it... excite you?"
"Don't be disgusting!"
"But I like to be disgusting," she cooed.
She reached out and cupped his crotch and he jumped back... but not far, and she felt his hardness.
"When did you become this super slut anyway?" he demanded with a glare.
"Maybe it was when you stuck your big cock in me, Peter dear," she taunted.
"Yeah, bullshit."
"Think what you want. I'm... going to take a shower. I hate going to be smelling like chlorine."
She turned her back on him and, her hips swinging tauntingly, moved down the hall and into the main bathroom. She hummed to herself as she stripped off the dressing gown she'd borrowed from Molly and, naked, reached through the sliding glass doors of the shower stall to turn on the water.
The door opened behind her and Peter stepped in slowly. She ignored him, testing the water temperature, then stepping into the shower. She left the sliding door open as she stepped under the stream of water, sliding her hands through her damp, tangled hair and letting her head go back.
She sighed in pleasure, arching her back, sticking her behind out at him as she ran her hands over her body. She turned her head and smiled at him as he stood there, then backed out from under the water and picked up a bar of soap.
She began to soap up her breasts first, her hair slicked back, eyes watching him watch her as he moved to stand next to the open doorway. His cock was bulging out against his pants now as she soaped up her stomach and slid the soap down between her legs, rubbing it back and forth over her pussy mound.
He licked his lips, his breathing rough, his eyes intense as he watched her turn her back to him and watched her soapy hands move over her perfect round buttocks, layering creamy white soap all over their silky surface.
She bent over then as she slid her hands down her legs, soaping them up too. His eyes stared at her soapy groin, his cock like a magnetized piece of steel drawn towards her. He had to fight the urge to tear his clothes off and jump in with her.
And then he stopped fighting.
He knew Molly would kill him if she found out he was fucking her best friend and... and... lover, but he couldn't resist. No man could resist.
He didn't even remove his clothes as he stepped forward. Allison straightened, turning and smiling smugly at him. She backed up against the wall, then raised one leg, her wet foot coming up and pressing against his crotch.
He felt a burst of heat and pleasure and gripped her ankle, then lifted her foot, pushing it up and back, moving in against her until his mouth was on hers, his chest pressing down heavily against her full, perfect breasts.
"Yeah! You want me, don't you, lover?" she growled. "Fuck me then! Fuck me with your big cock!"
She tore at his pants and grabbed at his cock as it sprung out erect. His lips crushed hers, his hands gripping her head as he slammed his body against her. They both groaned as his cock nudged her soapy opening, then Allison cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as he thrust up high, impaling her on his eager prick.
He was wild, savage, his hands mauling her, his teeth chewing voraciously on her soft flesh, his hips pounding desperately, his cock ramming up into her again and again with desperate force, throwing her back against the wall repeatedly, lifting her right off her foot as the urgency inside him sent his mind into chaos.
"Oh God! Oh man! Ungh! Ungh! Oh! OHh! UNngh! Jesus!" she gasped, her body pounded with reckless abandon, her senses boiling with her own lust, her excitement intensifying as she experienced the full force of his own desire for her.
Yet still he came first, crying out, the sound muffled as he opened his mouth wide and bit into the side of her throat, his cock blasting hot white waves of sperm high into her womb.
He halted his feverish motions, then, panting helplessly, slid to his knees in front of her, bowing down in a way before her, and Allison looked down in awe, her body aching still and filled with desire and now exultation at this new sign of her seductiveness and attractiveness, at what effect she had on men.
She smiled and stroked his head as he stumbled to his feet and staggered out of the shower, then out of the room
"Wow," she said to herself, shaking her head.
Her thighs were a little bruised, and she winced as she touched a sore spot on her behind where his fingers had dug in, but her mind was elated, and she considered again how she could get more men to bow down before her, how she could satiate her lusts and become the hot, wanton woman of men' dreams.
She stepped under the shower again, and did not notice another figure entering the room until she saw a shadow out of the corner of her eyes.
She turned abruptly, covering herself as she pulled away from the water and backed against the wall.
"Oh," she said warily. "Uhm, hi."
Mr. Kendall licked his lips as he gazed at her.
"I saw Peter coming out of here looking like the life had been sucked out of him," he said. "And I guess I know why."
She licked her lips smiled tentatively.
He opened his robe and his cock stood out hard and erect. Allison looked down at it and her lips curved into a sultry smile.
"You are really some kind of hot little slut," he said as he cast it aside and stepped into the shower stall.
"You don't know the half of it," she purred, stepping forward against him and sliding her arms over his shoulders.
His hands slid down onto her ass and he stroked the soft, slippery surface, soaping up his hands in the process.
Their lips met softly, for Kendall was far more in control of himself than his son had been, even if this hot nymphet raised his lusts to their highest level in years.
"He wasn't in here long," he said, pulling back his lips a moment.
"He couldn't last long with me," she said smugly.
"Not without an asbestos suit," he growled.
She gave him her best seductive look, then pulled back, eyes flashing. "Think you can?"
"Watch me."
She posed proudly before him, and he caught his breath at her beauty and the open and arrogant confidence she showed, then she slid her tongue along her lower lip and slowly eased to her knees in front of him. Her face shifted into that of an innocent child as she gazed up at him through wide blue eyes.
Then she licked her way up his thigh to his cock, letting it brush over her cheeks as she kissed her way to his balls. She licked tentatively up at one, her eyes moving up to his face again, still with that innocent look.
She licked harder at his ball, then sucked it softly and gently into her mouth, her pouty lips pressing in against the base of his shaft as she worked it around inside her mouth.
Since his own wife did not really like fellatio and performed it rarely this was an exquisite experience for Kendall, and he clamped iron control on himself as he looked down at her, her face like that of an angel as her tongue darted out, small and pink, licking under his crotch, then over to his other testicle.
As before, she licked at it like a confused kitten unsure of what it was doing, then experimentally slurped it into her mouth and suckled.
All the while her nimble fingers were rhythmically squeezing his cock and rubbing it against the side of her head and face.
She lifted it up then, holding it up against his belly as she licked and kissed her way up the shaft from his scrotum to his cockhead, her beautiful tongue lapping slowly, the pressure rising especially hard when she got to his cockhead.
He was quivering with the effort to remain still, and to hold control of himself, but he was fighting a losing battle, and he felt a marvel and a wonder that this girl he had known most of her life, this girl who was always so sweet and gentle and, to his knowledge, modest and virtuous had become such a shameless, sensual nymphet.
He gasped as she kissed the tip of his cock, the look on her eyes still that of a child. She pursed her sweet mouth into a round circle, then pushed it against his cockhead, easing the tightness only slowly, letting his cock force its way through and into the desperately hedonistic confines of her hot young mouth.
He closed his eyes, knowing he couldn't take the sight of her any more without exploding. He shuddered again as he felt her lips sliding down his cocks haft, felt more and more of his prick entering the confines of her oral cavity.
She began to bob up and down on his throbbing, quivering cock, and his efforts to control himself became desperate. Then, as he felt her soft hands slide up to cup his buttocks she slid her lips down and kept right on going.
He felt his cockhead punch through into her mouth, and his eyes went wide, his head jerking down as he stared in astonishment and tried to cope with both the visual and the physical assaults on his self-control.
He failed. Badly.
As his bulging eyes saw the blonde girl's pouty lips slide right down to the base of his shaft and he felt himself driving deep into her gullet his inner fires burst forth and he came, helplessly pouring his juices down into her soft, tight tightly clutching throat.
He had lasted less than thirty seconds from the time his cock had entered her mouth.



C h a p t e r E i g h t


Allison's attempt to seduce Molly's mother began the next morning. At first she wasn't quite sure why, for though she'd obviously done well with Molly and Rachael, and, of course, any man who caught her eye, there was no guarantee, nor even a likelihood that Molly's mother would be attracted to another woman, much less a girl she had known for years.
Yet inside her was a ravenous hunger for an image. That image was one of a wanton, coy, seductive temptress, a sophisticated woman everyone lusted after. She had had every member of Molly's family so far except her mother. To complete the family would be... something definitely on the sluttish side. To fuck every member of a family! That was mind-blowing! How many people had ever managed to do that without committing incest?
The next day was Saturday. Molly had to work, and Peter was out at a baseball game. That left Mr. and Mrs. Kendall, and Mr. Kendall definitely had his eye on her, looking for an opportunity, no doubt, to get at her again.
She felt a smug contentment in her conquest over him.
Later, while his wife was in the basement he went upstairs, and as he knelt before her and she stood there with her behind propped against a table, her legs spread as he licked at her furless pussy, she slid her fingers through his hair and asked "Has your wife ever thought about having sex with a woman?"
He drew back in astonishment, mouth gaping.
She cocked her head to one side and looked back.
"Are you crazy?"
"Maybe," she said with a flirty grin.
"I-I don't think so. I mean, she's not gay or anything."
"Neither am I darling, but I've had sex with women before."
Including your daughter, who I poled with my big dildo the other day, she added silently.
"I-I don't think so. I mean, she wouldn't have mentioned it to me anyway but Sara is, well, she's never been a particularly sexual person."
"Well, maybe we can change that," she said thoughtfully.
She persuaded him to leave, then she changed into her sluttiest swimsuit, one with a tiny bra that was two sizes too small, the tiny triangular cups doing little more than covering her nipples, and a thong bottom.
Then she went downstairs and into the kitchen where Mrs. Kendall was working.
"Hi," she said.
Mrs. Kendall turned, and raised her eyebrows at Allison's revealing suit.
"Hi," she said.
It wasn't unusual for Allison to be around the house when Molly wasn't. She'd had the run of the house, and especially the swimming pool, for years now.
"So what's for dinner?" Allison asked, turning her back as she opened the fridge and looked inside.
"Meatloaf. Does your mother know you wear a thong?"
Allison shrugged and straightened, opening the fridge.
"I'm over eighteen," she said.
"I suppose," the woman said doubtfully.
Allison grabbed a Popsicle from the freezer and closed it, turning to smile at her.
"Molly'd wear one but she's too shy."
"Thank goodness."
"Oh come on, Mrs. Kendall, you're not a prude, are you?"
"I'm not a prude, no, but wearing something that revealing is bound to attract a lot of sleazy men. It's all right around the house, I suppose, but I wouldn't wear it at a public beach or pool."
"Maybe I want to attract a lot of sleazy men," she said coyly, licking slowly at the Popsicle.
Mrs. Kendall snorted in amusement.
"Anyway, the only person who really came on to me because of the suit was a woman I saw at the beach a couple of weeks ago."
"A woman?"
Allison nodded, slipping her lips over the top of the Popsicle and sucking softly.
She pulled her lips off and licked them. "Yeah, this tall blonde woman, really tall. She was good looking too."
"How old was this woman?"
"About your age, I guess. I didn't really ask. She was really hot for me."
"You should stick with people your own age, Allison."
"Oh, it's just sex. I mean, sex is just fun, you know. And besides, since it's a woman there's no danger or anything."
"No, I don't know. I don't like to see men my age fooling around with young girls your age and I don't think women should either."
"But women are different. I mean, guys can be, well, you know, but women are... softer and... well, it's just easier without all the sexual politics."
"Have you had sex with women?" Mrs. Kendall asked in surprise.
Allison grinned smugly, and accidentally let some of the melting Popsicle drip down onto her curving cleavage.
"I didn't know you were bisexual," Mrs. Kendall said slowly.
"Neither did I until recently," Allison confessed.
"Well, well." Mrs. Kendall turned fully, folding her arms over her chest as she looked at the young woman measuringly.
"What about Molly?"
"I can't say what Molly's into."
"Is she into women?"
Allison shrugged, worried now that she'd told something to her mother Molly didn't want known.
"She hasn't told me of any woman she's uhm, fooled around with," she said truthfully.
"And men?"
"Nope. She's a virgin."
She let some more of the melted Popsicle drip down onto her breast, where it trickled slowly down the inner curve into her cleavage.
She saw Mrs. Kendall's eyes flick down to it then flick back up quickly.
"I've discovered," she said slowly, "That sex can be an amazing thing."
She sucked softly on the Popsicle, then pulled her lips back, sliding her tongue over them.
"I'm multi-orgasmic," she said. "Do you know that some women never even have orgasms?"
"Yes, I do know that," Mrs. Kendall said, looking at her in fascination, her eyes flicking down to her cleavage again as another drop of red liquid trickled down her breast.
"I think the reason I'm multi orgasmic is that I'm uninhibited," Allison said. "I mean, at first I wasn't, but the more sex I had, the more different kinds of sex I had, the more uninhibited I became. The more uninhibited I became the more pleasure I got from sex."
"You talk like you've had a lot."
"Not a lot but... enough. I wanted to do some things I'd look back on when I'm older, some wild things, some... exciting things."
She was accidentally holding the side of the Popsicle right against her left nipple, which rapidly froze through the paper-thin cup. She pulled the Popsicle away and sucked on it again, pretending to be oblivious to the way her hard nipple poked out against the thin fabric.
"There's a word for girls who fuck around too indiscriminately," Mrs. Kendall said after a long pause.
"Happy?"
"That wasn't the word I had in mind."
Her face was stern, but her eyes kept flicking down to the slowly dribbling drops of melted Popsicle, and now the shapely blonde girl's rigid nipples.
"Maybe, but when some woman is between your legs licking at you and driving you mad with pleasure, you don't really care much about what other people might think of your behaviour."
She sucked on the Popsicle again. "God it's hot," she sighed. "I'm going swimming. Want to come and take a dip with me?"
"I-I have some... work to do," Mrs. Kendall said hesitantly.
"Oh come ooonn," Allison said, suddenly becoming energetic, gripping Mrs. Kendall's arm and pulling on her.
As she did she pressed her full breasts in against the woman's arm.
"I..."
"You never seem to go swimming any more. You need a break from working all week."
Mrs. Kendall gave in and went upstairs to get her suit. Allison was feeling deeply aroused, for she was putting real effort into the woman and was quivery at the thought of having sex with her. Having sex with Mrs. Kendall! The idea was deliciously slutty, and Mrs. Kendall was a beautiful woman besides. If she also had little experience with women Allison would be the one in control, the one guiding her, the one showing her the wonders of lewd lesbian sex. That was exciting too, to show an older woman the ropes like that.
So to speak.
She went out into the back yard, placing everything neatly near the pool, including the special tanning lotion that was made from vegetable oil, and thus edible. The fence around the pool was tall, for Mr. Kendall hadn't wanted anyone watching his teenage daughter sunbathing.
Allison stripped off her top and quickly oiled herself up, then sat back in a provocative pose as Mrs. Kendall came through the door dressed in her much more conservative bikini.
She stopped, staring at Allison, then moved slowly forward, clutching a towel.
"Hi," Allison said, looking her up and down.
Mrs. Kendall was as full-breasted as her daughter, though not as slender. She worked out every day, however, and was in excellent condition, looking great in a bikini.
"I hope you don't mind. Since it's so private here Molly and I often sunbathe nude.
"Nu...nude. I don't think..."
"But because I figured you were older and might be a bit prudish I decided to leave my bottom on."
"I'm not prudish," Mrs. Kendall said with a scowl.
"Then you like tan lines? You'll get a lot with that."
"I... well, I mean... I just never... She looked back at the house.
"Peter is out all afternoon, so is Molly and your husband. Who's to see? You're not shy are you?"
"Don't be silly."
She looked at this young woman there before her, wondering when she'd turned from the flighty, boy-crazy teenager into such a beautiful young temptress.
And she was tempted, sorely tempted. Allison was gorgeous, her body lush and hot, her breasts glistening naked under the suntan lotion. Sara Kendall had had a two year long affair with her female roommate in college, and she and Meghan still got together occasionally... whenever she was in town.
But this was Allison, Molly's best friend, and as seductive and enticing as the girl was she was practically like her own daughter.
Of course, practically was not the same thing.
Sara tried to keep from staring, from showing any interest in the young blonde, even though she was almost sure that Allison, for some reason, was trying to seduce her. Was this a game for the girl? Had she made a bet with her friends, with Molly? Was she just waiting for Sara to make a move so she could run off laughing?
"Well then?" Allison said with a smile.
Sara hesitated, then reached back and undid her bra, trying desperately to keep from blushing she shrugged the shoulder straps forward and off, letting her breasts push out freely.
Almost at once she knew it was a mistake, for being naked outside, and with this enticing, beautiful young girl beside her, her nipples had become erect with desire. She could not hide that without being obvious, so she tried to pretend a calmness she didn't feel.
Allison smiled and spread more lotion on her own breasts. Sara licked her lips as she watched the girl's hands move over her glistening, firm young breasts.
"It feels so much freer, doesn't it?" Allison sighed
"Yes," Sara gulped truthfully.
"Do you mind if I remove my bottoms?"
Sara shook her head, watching as the smiling girl raised her bottom and slipped the thong down and off. Her eyes widened as she realized the blonde had no pubic hair, and her pussy slit winked openly.
Allison rubbed oil over her crotch, and down over her pubic mound. She looked up at Sara and smiled again. "A lady shaved all my pussy hair off," she said apologetically. "So we could uh, well, so it would feel better against her own. She was shaved too."
"I see,' Sara whispered.
Allison passed her the oil and Sara slowly spread it over herself, fighting to control her breathing and calm her pounding heart. This was insane, she knew. She was tempting fate, tempting the devil. She absolutely could not have anything to do with Allison. Allison was young enough to be her own daughter, and was her daughter's best friend.
And lover? She found it hard to believe this newly revealed seductress had not tried anything with Molly.
"You ought to take that thing off," Allison said, pointing at Sara's bottoms.
"I'm not quite as uninhibited as you," Sara said.
Allison shrugged. "Want any help? I could do your back?"
"I... yes, thanks," Sara said in a ragged voice.
She turned as Allison got to her feet and walked closer. The blonde girl bent over to take the lotion, her breasts dangling below her, then moved behind her and knelt there.
Her hands moved slowly along Sara's shoulders, then her back, fingers kneading her tight flesh, sliding up and down, then in a circular motion, moving ever downwards to the strap of her bathing suit.
Sara felt her inner juices swirling and her blood racing through her veins. It had been years since she'd felt so aroused. Sex with Michael had become a boring routine of quickies, and even with Meghan things had become almost routine, though more pleasurable, but this girl, this...this sexual creature, had her almost physically shaking with lust!
She could hardly believe it, and much of her consciousness was gripped with wonderment and awe over this. She almost missed the feel of Allison's fingers slipping into the waistband of her suit.
"Th-that's enough, Allison," she gulped, half turning.
"Okay," The girl laughed. Then she hugged her for a moment, pressing her hot, full, incredibly soft young breasts into Sara's bare back.
That was almost too much for her. She gasped, and she felt a gush of liquid as her moist pussy leaked steaming hot fluid against the front of her bathing suit.
Since the suit was a light green in colour a quick look down showed the stain to be quite visible.
"Jesus," she whispered as Allison got up.
"I'm too hot. I need a quick dip," she said suddenly, getting to her feet and running to the pool, then diving in.
The cold water-cooled her off a little, but when she pulled her head out of it Allison was standing there at the edge of the pool naked.
"But you just put suntan oil on," she said in confusion.
"I-I know but..."
"But what the hell," Allison said with a sudden bright smile. Then she jumped into the pool too, splashing water against Sara.
"Race you to the other end?"
Sara nodded, the tension within her making her headache. The two turned and dove forward, swimming strongly towards the far side of the pool. Suddenly Sara felt a sharp grip on her arm and she gasped and lost her stride as Allison surged ahead.
She came up to the edge of the pool to find the girl already there, smiling smugly at her.
"You little cheater!"
"I got here first didn't I?"
"You cheated."
"We didn't set any rules."
"Let's try that again."
They pushed off and swam back. Allison tried to grab at her arm again but Sara dodged her. Sara pushed out with her foot, feeling it push against Allison's side. She stroked ahead as Allison twisted, then Allison grabbed her ankle and yanked her to a dead stop, trying to swim past.
Sara grabbed Allison, and the two women laughed as they wrestled there in the water. Both of them were intensely aware of the other's naked breasts pushing into her own, of the other's soft flesh pressed against her.
Sara outweighed Allison and threw her back, then swam on to the end of the pool, almost reaching the corner when Allison dove on her from behind. She threw her legs around the woman and clung to her, breasts pushing in hard, hands clutching her chest just below her breasts.
Again they wrestled, and Allison dunked her. Sara found herself under water staring at the girl's naked pussy slit.
She gripped her legs and yanked her back and down, then emerged herself, going to the corner
Allison followed, a wide grin on her face.
"I won this time," Sara said.
"Cheater."
Sara sniffed arrogantly. She pulled herself up onto the edge of the pool and sat there kicking her feet in the water. Allison pulled herself up beside her, very close beside her.
"You're cool," the girl said, draping an arm over her shoulder.
"Well thanks," She said dryly.
The side of Allison's left breast touched Sara's right, and she felt a surge of electricity. She raised her right arm and draped it across the blonde's shoulder as well, pressing her breast back harder.
Allison's smile eased and her face became more serious as she turned and looked at Sara. The two looked into each other's eyes again, and Sara impulsively leaned in and kissed the younger woman on the lips.
She drew back almost at once, gripped by a sudden terror, but she relaxed as she saw the soft smile of pleasure on the girl's face. Allison leaned in then, and their arms slid around each other as their lips met in soft passionate delight.
Their breasts pushed together, squeezing and rolling as their lips moved wetly against each other. Sara's excitement led the way at first, her tongue darting into Allison's mouth, her eager hands stroking over the younger woman's back and then up against her breasts.
Then Allison's hand slipped down between her thighs and into the top of her bathing suit. Sara jerked as if struck, and her eyes fluttered as she felt Allison's fingers against her cleft.
"Jesus," she whispered.
"All...Allison!" she gasped, her voice soft and intense.
"Relax," Allison whispered, stroking her fingers deftly over the older woman's clitoris as she hugged her against her and nibbled at her throat.
"Ooohhhhh," Sara groaned, letting her head roll back further and further.
Allison eased in and slipped her lips around one rigid nipple, sucking softly as she cupped her other breast.
Sara moaned, sliding her hand through her hair, grinding her ass against the edge of the pool, leaning back more and more as her body filled with hot, shimmering delight.
She felt the girl's fingers slip into her sopping pussy opening, wriggling up high inside her, felt them pressing up as her thumb ground down against her clitty and forced it in and back against them.
She cried out, body jack-knifing back, breasts thrusting out taut and hard as her body shuddered violently.
She almost bounced there on the edge of the pool, grunting and moaning and shaking as she grabbed desperately at Allison's hand inside her bathing suit, jamming it up higher against her spasming, burning pussy.
A whirlwind of kaleidoscopic light, sound and feelings spun through her mind and body and she clutched feverishly at Allison as she fell back, trembling and jerking spastically.
God, it felt so good! Had it ever felt so good!?
She collapsed, gasping for breath, and barely felt the girl tugging at her bottoms, pulling them down her limp legs and off. Allison slipped into the water and turned, gently parting her legs and leaning in between them.
Sara felt her deft little tongue slide up and down her thighs, then ease in against her mound.
She groaned aloud, eyes closed, gripped by a deep, soul-satisfying sexual pleasure, then gasped as she felt Allison's tongue against her.
Through orgasm after orgasm she rolled and jerked and heaved there on the edge of the pool, flopping like a wet fish as the blonde teenager clung to her thighs and kept her tongue whipping up and down against her drooling pink cavity.
She was so exhausted, so drained afterwards that she had to rest, lying there with her head in Allison's lap as the blonde knelt there behind her.
When she got her wind back, however, she stood up, taking Allison by the hand and rushing indoors. She led her upstairs to her bed, then the two shyly climbed in under the sheets and began to make love again.
This time Sara took the lead, sliding atop Allison, grinding her body softly as their tongues slithered together. Slowly, over long minutes, she worked her way downward, delighting in lapping and suckling at Allison's perfect breasts and nipples before reluctantly easing downwards.
She gazed into the tight shaved pussy and felt a surge of excitement as she kissed it, then pushed her tongue inside.
After she'd given the blonde several orgasms they again lay together, arms around each other, resting. After a few minutes, however Allison rose and, giggling, darted out of the room.
She returned with a long, thick rubber cock that made Sara's eyes go wide.
She watched in astonishment, then growing lust as Allison sat back and worked inch after inch into her tight bare pussy hole. With half of it hanging out she crawled forward, then the two manoeuvred their crotches tightly together and fitted the other half into Sara's seeping puss.
Their legs scissored, heads at opposite ends of the bed and crotches together, they joined hands and began to rub and slap and grind their soft pussies together around the long, thick dildo, gasping and yelping in wanton pleasure as the sexual heat gripped them.
And when Michael Kendall opened the door half an hour later the sight that caught and widened his eyes was of the two beautiful, naked woman kneeling on all fours on the bed, facing opposite ends, behinds slapping wildly together.
And a thick...something that seemed to join them both, that seemed to be...
"Holy shit!" he gasped, the sound a strangled croak.
Allison turned and saw him, and opened her mouth invitingly.
"Fuck!"
Sara turned slitted eyes on him, and they widened in sudden alarm, but the hard bulge in his pants was all too visible, and her fear eased as he shuffled forward, gripped by excitement.
She turned, easing off the dildo as she watched her husband move to the edge of the bed and saw Allison take him into her mouth.
She frowned unhappily, feeling jealous, not of Allison but of Michael, resentful towards him for interrupting the greatest sexual enjoyment she'd ever had.
She watched with widening eyes as Allison's lips slid up and down on Michael's cock. She'd never thought of cock sucking as particularly erotic, but it certainly did look so, and when she saw Michael's cock slip right down Allison's throat, when she saw her throat bulge as it drove deeper, she felt a deep, searing excitement.
It took Michael very little time to come in Allison's throat, which surprised no one. What surprised both Michael and Sara was that afterwards Sara had Allison teach her how it was done, and the two took turns working on his cock until a determined Sara took it down her throat as well.
She ran her lips up and down excitedly as Allison knelt behind her, breasts pushed into her back, arms around her, hands stroking her pussy and squeezing her breasts as she whispered encouragement.
Michael came again, gasping his wife's head desperately as he poured his juice into her mouth.
Then he watched as the two girls worked on each other, his cock rapidly getting ready for a third time at the sight of his wife and the lush young teen licking each other's snatch.
He fucked Allison as Sara sat on the girl's face, and the two stared at each other across her nubile body, eyes wild with lust. They reached for each other, their lips meeting as their rekindled sexual drives blew the boredom out of their marriage.


C h a p t e r N i n e


Any other girl, Allison thought, would have been sated by a wild afternoon of three-way sex with Michael and Sara, but not her. There simply seemed no end to her sexual appetites.
She was a little weary, but when Molly came home she joined her in the shower for a slow session of love, then the two dressed to go out on the town.
Molly put on a miniskirt and blouse, while Allison wore tight, hip hugging black jeans and a black bikini top with an open black vest.
They hit the bars downtown, looking for excitement and enjoying teasing the men who swarmed around them. Eventually Allison wound up in a dark corner of a club groping and necking with a big handsome thirty something guy while Molly sat at a table a dozen yards away kissing much more chastely and talking softly with a thin, cute, but nerdy looking guy her own age.
The guy she found, Neil, knew a hotter club and Allison decided to go with him. Molly stayed with the nerd, though Allison couldn't imagine why.
Neil had a sports car and he raced across town, barrelling through stop signs and red lights in a way that both terrified and thrilled her. By the time the car squealed around a corner and into a parking lot her hair was puffed up and her heart was pounding wildly.
The place they were at was a lot rougher then the clubs she'd gone to with Molly, but since Neil seemed like such a big tough guy she wasn't very worried. Inside was wild and loud, the decor cheap and breakable. She danced several dances with him, Neil taking every opportunity grope her as they moved around the crowded floor.
And when the band stopped playing and a man came out on stage to ask for contestants for their wet T-shirt contest to come up she needed little urging from Neil to participate.
She had plenty of confidence in her body, after all, and the thought of walking around up on stage practically naked, though it was scary, also set her pussy to humming and her pulse to racing. She knew she had an exhibitionistic streak in her that had only been sharpened by her recent experiences, and eagerly climbed up onto the stage and went behind the curtain with the other women.
There they all stripped off their tops and bras and put on the thinnest white T-shirt Allison had ever seen. It was tight and practically see-through even dry. Her nipples were poking out through it even before she got it tugged down tight.
She wasn't the only one either. She could see that several others among the dozen or so women there were clearly aroused at what they were doing and eager to show off their assets to the crowd out front.
They all paraded out onto the stage amid wild applause and cheers. Allison swung her hips provocatively, her senses overwhelmed by the delicious mixture of anxiety and sexual anticipation as she lined up with the others.
The men in charge came down the row of women with seltzer bottles, spraying their chests and soaking them, again to much applause. It was cold water, she realized, gasping as her chest was soaked and the thin T-shirt clung to her.
The girls took turns parading up and down in front of the noisy crowd. Some seemed a bit shy, while others, like her, clearly were getting off on it. Allison sashayed along with a hot wiggle in her behind, looking seductively out at the crowd as she thrust her chest up proudly.
It wasn't very well organized, and when one of the girls lifted her top with a laugh the crowd roared their approval. Soon several others were doing it, and even though the T-shirt was virtually invisible Allison felt a tight hot thrill when she peeled it up to bare her breasts, swinging her torso seductively as the crowd yelled it approval.
She wondered what it would be like to be a stripper, to tear off her clothes in front of a howling crowd like this, not just her top. In fact, she was tempted to remove her pants too. The idea of walking up and down in front of them all totally naked almost made her come in her pants.
Instead she had to be content to slide her hands up and down her wet body in the most seductive and lewd way possible as she competed with the other women for the crowd's attention.
To her delight she won the contest. Her reward was two hundred and fifty dollars. Neil was just as happy, very proud of his possession of her, and very eager to get her back somewhere so he could fuck the hell out of her.
Allison was too. She was burning hot, and wanted a good hard ride tonight. She changed quickly, then climbed into Neil's car, sliding a hand between his legs to squeeze his crotch suggestively.
"You gonna fuck me, Neil honey?" she purred.
"I'm gonna pound you raw," he growled.
"Promises, promises," she taunted. "I haven't me a man who could satisfy me yet. At least," she said with a cunning look, "not as much as my girlfriend."
He turned and stared at her, his jaw dropping, and she saw his cock immediately stiffen inside his pants.
She giggled and squeezed him again.
"No shit!? I'd love to see you two," he said.
"I bet you would, lover," she cooed.
"Don't worry, baby. I'll give you a ride you won't forget soon."
"Mmmm," she said. "I wish you could have done it back there on the stage. God, I felt so hot and sexy up there. I wanted to strip completely. I wanted to fuck everybody right there on stage so the crowd could watch!"
"You hot slut."
"Fucking right!"
"Well, baby, if you want a stage I know where to find one."
"What? You serious?" Suddenly she had doubts.
"Well, not an actual stage, but... I do know this cosy little bar. My friend owns it and he has this little alcove with a pool table..."
His voice trailed off as he looked at her suggestively.
"Are there... many people there?" she asked breathlessly.
"Not usually this time of night. Maybe a dozen. I think they'd be happy to watch me do a hot, gorgeous slut like you."
She laughed nervously, but her insides were burning with desire. The thought of going into a bar and making out with a guy right in front of everyone, of...of actually doing it in front of them all was shocking, stunning, and intensely arousing.
"Wouldn't they, like, call the cops?"
"Are you crazy? This is a blue-collar bar, and the owner is a friend. Hell, they won't call the cops. They're more likely to want to join in."
The words were electrifying to her. A gang bang! That was one of the things she'd so often fantasized about. And here was an opportunity to do it with people she didn't even know, people who couldn't gossip about her afterwards.
Well, they would. No doubt they'd be talking about the hot, slutty, gorgeous blonde for years afterwards, but none of them were her friends, none knew her friends, and even Neil only knew her first name.
"Do it," she said breathlessly.
He stepped down on the accelerator and the car shot forward again. Ten minutes later, Allison almost trembling with lust and excitement, they pulled up in front of a cheap looking bar in a seedy part of town and got out.
He put his arm around her and led her inside.
The place was kind of dumpy, and like he'd said there were less than a dozen men inside. Most were at the bar, but two others were playing pool in the side alcove.
"Hey, Al," he said as he led her to the bar.
"Neil," the bartender said, looking her up and down slowly. "You've been holding out on me."
"This is Allison. Congratulate her. She just won a wet T-shirt contest over at the Fox."
"Congratulations," the bartender said, his eyes lighting up hungrily.
Allison knew she'd immediately been classed as a hot slut and preened under the attention. Not only had the bartender heard, of course, but so had the men nearby, and all turned to look her over with obvious approval and desire.
"Beer's on the house then," Al said, sliding a bottle over to her.
"Why thank you," she said in her most feminine voice.
"So you won, huh. I can't say I doubt it. You look like you got the uh, the stuff to win."
She giggled proudly and arched her back a little.
"They're not the biggest," she said. "But they're the best shaped. Well, and they are kind of big, too."
"They look very nice," he said.
"Do we get to see 'em?" one of the men next to her at the bar demanded with a lewd, drunken stare.
"Well...I don't knoooow," she said.
"Come on. We want to see 'em!"
"Yeah, you showed 'em to all those people at the Fox," another man said.
"Well, maybe just for a couple of seconds," she cooed.
Her face flushed with excitement she unsnapped her bra between the cups and let it fall apart, then pulled her vest apart and let them all eye her proudly displayed mammaries.
"Jesus!"
"Nice tits!"
"Fucking nice!"
"Man, I'd love to get my hands on those!"
"They're all mine," Neil said proudly, reaching out to cup one of her breasts and give it a squeeze.
Allison felt almost light-headed with lewd, carnal desire as the men stared hungrily at her. Her fingers trembled a little as she closed her bra again, smiling shyly at their compliments.
Neil said something about making good use of the pool table, which she didn't really catch, then took her arm and led her across the bar to the little alcove.
He whispered something to one of the men playing, and, after a brief look at Allison, the men motioned to his companion and the two went to the bar.
"Now, I'm going to show you how to play pool," he said with a smirk.
He got her a pool cue and she slid her hand up and down it suggestively as he stood inches in front of her, looking down.
"Think you're ready?"
"I'm always ready," she said in a soft growl.
She turned to the pool table and bent way, way over, sticking her ass back at him as she lined up a shot. Her eyes fluttered as she felt his hand slide between her thighs and cup her pussy. He pushed in against her, grinding his crotch into her ass while she tried to shoot one of the balls into the corner.
He leaned over her, supposedly to help her, but his hands went around her waist to cup her breasts, rather than showing her where to put her hands on the cue.
The men at the bar were watching and licking their lips, and Allison felt deliciously sluttish as Neil dry humped her right in front of them.
She sent the ball spinning and straightened up, turning around as he pressed his body in closer.
"Naughty boy," she said. "You're trying to distract me."
"Is it working?"
He slid his arms around her again and they kissed. Her arms went over his shoulders as he pushed her back against the table, and she moaned, letting herself be lifted up onto the edge by his strong hands.
She noticed that many of the men had wandered closer as they watched with wide, lust-filled eyes, and she felt a thrill of excitement and fear as Neil's hand came up and squeezed her breasts, then undid the bra and eased it open.
He nibbled at her throat, then bit into her soft exposed flesh as she arched her back and brought her headway back.
His lips moved down onto her breasts, and he sucked and chewed hungrily as Allison groaned even louder, her hands sliding through his hair as the world seemed to spin around her.
The men were even closer now. She could see them over his shoulders, could see them moving around the table to watch as Neil's hands undid her belt and opened her jeans. Her breathing was harsh and ragged, the excitement making her shake as he pulled the zipper down, then with a shove, had her lay back on the table.
She moaned softly, her entire body throbbing with lust and hunger as the other men surrounded the table. She didn't look at any of them, staring up at the ceiling instead as Neil peeled her tight jeans and panties down her long legs and off.
He gripped her thighs and yanked her back so her bottom was right at the edge of the table, then undid his jeans and proudly pulled free his engorged prick.
"You want it, baby?" he growled.
"Fu...fuck meeee," she groaned, on the edge of climax as the men surrounded her and hummed in lewd expectation.
He thrust in hard and she grunted, then drew her legs up and back, exposing herself even further as his hands moved up and down her sleek, willowy body and squeezed her breasts tightly.
He leaned into her as he buried his cock in her pink sheath, his lips moving over her earlobes, then down along her throat before crushing her lips.
His teeth bit down on her as his tongue drove into her mouth and fought her own. Meanwhile his crotch was grinding into her and he was fucking her with short sharp motions.
She felt hot, sparkling explosions of pleasure rippling through her body as he pumped harder and deeper. She raised her head and stared at his glistening cock shaft as it appeared from between her tightly clutching pussy lips, then groaned as she saw and felt it thrust back into her again.
"Fuck meeee!" she groaned, laying her head back and rolling it slowly from side to side, grinding herself back against him as he pounded his cock into her with hard, powerful strokes now.
Her knees bounced up and down as his hips smacked against her upturned buttocks, and her body writhed in the grip of passion and pleasure as the sexual heat built up inside her to unbearable limits.
Her back arched violently and she cried out, the sound a long, warbling groan of ecstasy. The climax tore through her, making her body undulate fiercely, her ass grinding and bouncing on the green felt table as her head thrashed from side to side.
She could hear the voices of the men alongside the table, hear their crude, passion filled, obscene words. On one level she ignored them, too caught up in the kaleidoscope of sensory overload to care about anything but the intense pleasure boiling through her body.
On another level they bit into her, slashed across her shocked and delighted mind. She could hardly believe she was doing this, could hardly believe the wanton tail she'd have to tell Molly in the morning.
"Fuck her! Fuck her, man!"
"Pound that pussy!"
"Give it to her, Neil!"
"Look at that slut come!"
"What a fuckin' whore!"
"Man, she can't get enough of it!"
"What a fucking body!"
"I gotta fuck this bitch!"
"Pound her, man! Pound her harder!"
"Look at how wet that cunt is!"
She writhed wildly as Neil continued to drive his prick into her with powerful strokes. The, finally, her spasming pussy tunnel tore the come from him and he groaned as his balls sprayed sperm down his cock shaft and poured it into her hot, sucking body.
But Allison was far from finished, of course.
As Neil stepped slowly back his friend the bartender rushed to take his place, slamming his own hard cock down into the moaning blonde and grabbing frenziedly at her jiggling breasts.
He road her through her orgasm and almost into another as Allison stared up at him with glassy eyes. He came too soon, however, and another man took his place. Almost as soon as his cock filled her she came again, thrashing and shaking and crying out in pleasure as the men around her cursed and stared and squeezed their hard cocks.
Another man grabbed her arm and dragged her around so her head was over the side of the table. He fed her his cock and she took it in gladly, shivering with delight at taking on two men at once for the first time in her life.
She sucked wildly, her lips sliding hurriedly up and down his cock as the man between her legs continued to thrust into her. She let her head hang back further and further, then swallowed his cockhead, taking his cock down her throat to a chorus of shouts of disbelief.
The men watched in stunned delight as the cock worked its way up and down her throat, making it bulge out.
The man she was sucking, a beefy redhead quickly blew his seed into her, and two others fought to take his place. The first one in place drove his cock desperately into her mouth and she sucked it down like a vacuum.
She came again just then, moaning and wriggling in maddened pleasure, forgetting everything else, even the cock in her throat as her body was swamped by jagged-edged pleasure. It made her head throb and her mind spin, driving every other thought from it as she trembled and shook.
She went limp at its end, groaning, but the man she was sucking continued to pump his prick up and down in her throat, fucking her face like it was her pussy until he dropped his load into her stomach.
Another man took his place, and another slid his prick into her tight pussy as well.
Their hands were all over her, not just the two men fucking her at any given time, but every man who could reach her. They squeezed, fondled, groped and stroked her everywhere as she jiggled and shook and bounced between the two men fucking her.
The men dragged her off the pool table and put her on all fours on the floor, then again she was mounted from both ends, thick cocks driving into her throat and pussy as her breasts swung back and forth below her.
She fucked two, then four, then six men like that before they lifted her up again, lifting the gasping, moaning girl like a rag doll as they placed her back on the pool table.
One of the men lay there on his back, his cock sticking up, and they pulled her over it so she straddled him. She sank down onto his cock with a long, drawn-out groan of pleasure, feeling yet another orgasm coming on.
A second man climbed onto the table and knelt behind her, and she felt his cock at her anus. She shuddered, moaning and leaning over, rubbing her breasts into the first man's face as the second one pushed his hard-on up into her rectum.
She was near the edge of the table, and she reached for the closest man, grabbing his cock and squeezing it, then twisting sideways so she could extend her neck. She slipped his cock between her lips with a grunt as the man behind her got his cockhead past her sphincter.
Now she was doing three men at once, and her mind buzzed with wildfire heat. She was the centre of a lust-filled circle of horny men, all of them driven to crazed passion by her, by Allison Munro! They all wanted her so badly they could hardly control themselves!
The cock slipped down her throat, and the one in her rectum thrust up several inches. She came again, squealing silently around the cock in her throat, her eyes rolling back in her head as the sexual pressure exploded behind her eyes.
This, she thought, when she finally came out of it, was paradise. Let those other stupid girls play hard to get. Let them all play good girls, keeping their legs tightly closed and rationing out their pussy. Nothing was as wonderful as basking, as swamping herself in this hedonistic pleasure.
She had lost count of how many men she had fucked already. She figured she'd gotten most of the bar, though all of them were lining up for a second go at her. She moaned as her body swung back and forth, the three men fighting to control it as their hard erections thrust into every orifice.
On and on it went, more cocks, more orgasms, come spilling into her pussy and anus, bubbling out of her mouth, spraying into her face and hair and over her breasts as they too were fucked.
She was so drained that as a final orgasm tore through her she found herself becoming more and more faint, her chest locking up as spasms racked her body, unable to breath.
When she regained consciousness most of the men had gone, including Neil. She was laying flat on her belly in the middle of the pool table, arms and legs spread wide. A man laid atop her, his cock slowly pumping in and out of her rectum. With a long loud groan he came, pouring more come into her. He lay on her for a minute, then with a grunt he rolled off and got to his feet, shuffling away.
She lay there for another few minutes, then slowly raised her head to find herself alone. The bartender was cleaning up behind the bar, and a couple of customers were sitting there, men she knew had fucked her, but the little alcove was empty.
She groaned tiredly and rolled onto her back, the world spinning a little bit around her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so utterly exhausted.
It wasn't like she had been putting out that much effort. It was more, she thought, the orgasms that had shook her, the way they had blasted into her mind again and again, the way they'd set her muscles spasming, her limbs bouncing and shaking.
She felt sore all over, especially between the legs. Her thighs felt raw, her breasts and buttocks bruised, and her throat sore. She was also, she realized, covered in jism. Half dried wads were smeared across her breasts, all over her pussy, thighs and buttocks, and around her lips.
She had really been well and truly fucked!
She sat up, blinking her eyes.
"Want me to call you a cab, baby?" the bartender asked.
"Ye...yeah," she said tiredly.
"I'll drive you home if you want," one of the men offered.
Allison preferred the cab. That way none of them would know her. This would be just a fantastic dream that would never cause any trouble with her real life.
She groaned as she swung her legs over the side of the table, then fell unsteadily to her feet. She clutched the table for support as she looked for her clothes.
She pulled on her jeans and bra, then shrugged on her vest and stamped her feet into her shoes. She didn't know what had become of her panties, but wasn't about to go on a search.
She groaned as muscles ached, and made her way slowly to the door.
"Any time you want to come back, honey," the bartender called.
"Yeah, any time," another of the men called.
She waved her hand in acknowledgement as she pushed through the door and stepped outside, taking a deep breath.
Wow, she thought. What a party. She'd been fucked every which way there was. She wished they'd made a video. She'd have liked to see it from the other side.
The cab came and she got in with a yawn, directing him back to her home. She looked at her watch and her eyes widened. How time did fly when you were having fun, she thought.
They'd gotten to the bar about nine thirty and it was now half past two. So they'd fucked her for a solid five hours straight.
Hey, did you hear about that slutty Allison Munro? She took on a whole bar and fucked them three at a time for five solid hours!
Yeah, she got gang banged by the whole bar! She gang fucked them all!
She shivered and squeezed her thighs together at the thoughts, feeling her weary, sore pussy begin to throb again.




C h a p t e r T e n


After a long hot shower, during which she could not help masturbating softly, rubbing her fingers against her sore pussy lips until she came, Allison tumbled into bed and slept through the morning and well into the afternoon.
When she woke she found she was still sore all over, but it was a good sore. She yawned and stretched and masturbated, then got up and lay around the house for the remainder of the day in her silk pyjamas.
She had no real bruises that she could find in the mirror. Her inner thighs were kind of red from all the hairy male legs and thighs that had ground against them, but though her pussy and throat were sore they showed no discoloration.
Her breasts were a touch sore too, and there were some teeth marks around her nipples were a few of the men had gotten a bit too passionate. Aside from that she looked fine. She didn't look, she thought, as she stared at herself, like a girl who had been gang banged by a dozen men the previous night.
Or did she count every cock that had slipped into her? She pondered that for a moment. She had only fucked a dozen or so men, but she knew each had taken her at least twice, and quite a few had fucked her three times.
In the end she decided she had fucked about thirty guys, even if some of them were repeats. That made it sound even lewder, more slutty and trampy.
She could hardly wait to tell Molly when she came over after work. The brunette just stared at her for the longest time, her eyes wide, then she licked her lips and Allison smiled as she saw that her girlfriend and lover had become deeply aroused listening to the tail.
"Let's go upstairs," Molly said.
Molly was gentle and considerate, but she needed four climaxes herself before the excitement toned down a little.
Then she told Allison about the nerdy guy she'd met. They'd danced for hours, and then made out in his car. She hadn't yet fucked him and was still a technical virgin.
"I wanted to," she sighed. "But then it turned out he had a brother who went to school with me and...well..."
"God, so who cares?" Allison sighed. "You need to get a nice cock inside you. Don't worry about anyone knowing. You're nineteen, for God's sakes."
"But people will still talk," Molly said worriedly.
Allison only grinned.
"Oh I know," the brunette said angrily. I want to! Really I do! If I could just find a guy I trust who wouldn't blab about it.
I'm tired of you fucking the whole city while I stay a virgin," she said with a pout.
"There's plenty of cocks out there, honey," Allison said with a smile of contentment.
Molly shook her head and sighed, then stared at her friend.
"I just don't know how...how you could get up on a stage like that and take off your top," Molly said "And then to...to fuck a guy in front of a whole crowd of men! And then to fuck all of them! God!"
"Hot, huh?"
"Unbelievable! I could never do that. You're such a slut but I'm jealous."
"You know what? I think I know a way to make some extra money?" Allison said.
"What? You don't mean!"
"I mean that I felt so hot up on that stage well... well you know there are clubs that will hire you to... strip for them."
"You want to be a stripper!!?"
"Well, it would be so hot."
"God, Allison. I think you're going crazy!"
"Maybe, but it's a great kind of crazy. I've never had so much fun in my life."
"You can't be a stripper. Someone will find out."
"It's not for long, just a few days. I read in the paper you can make a whole lot of money at those places."
"Yeah, if you want to prance around in your birthday suit! Of course, look who I'm talking to."
Allison giggled and reached behind the pillow, taking out a newspaper opened to the classified section.
Exotic and lap dancers wanted. Earn $1000-$2000 per week. No experience necessary. We will train.
"Are you really thinking of doing this?"
"It says no experience necessary."
"But geez, Allison."
"It'll be a kick. It's only for a few nights, after all. We go back to school next week. But I could make, maybe a thousand bucks there."
"It took me six weeks to earn a thousand bucks," Molly said sourly.
"Silly you," Allison said with a grin.
"What if they want you to do, you know, more."
"I don't know. Depends on how much they offer," she said with a wink.
"I think you're a nymphomaniac, you know. I always thought nymphomaniacs were just wishful thinking for guys, but you really are one."
"She's a maniac, maniac on the stage," Allison sang.
She phoned the number and talked to a woman named Helena, telling her she was interested in the job. The woman told her to come down the next day, so that gave Molly and her a day to figure out what she would do on the stage.
Molly, unlike Allison, had actually been to a strip club in the company of a date, and she warned her that there was more involved than just dancing and taking her clothes off.
"I've seen these girls, Allison," she said. "They don't just run off as soon as they take off their panties or G-string, they keep dancing and grinding and showing themselves off. I mean, they squat at the edge of the stage with their legs wide open. They crawl along on all fours, showing their pussy to the crowd. They pretend to masturbate sometimes. I mean, it's like going to the gynaecologist but for a whole crowd.
"Then we'll have to come up with something that will make them happy," Allison said without worry.
Inside her stomach was fluttering, however. It was one thing to strip off her top on stage, and quite another to walk around completely, utterly nude, squatting and spreading her legs and bending over and stuff like that.
She and Molly played around with various songs on the CD player, trying different dances, slow, fast, and in between. They tried different kinds of clothes, too.
She got so hot grinding her ass back at Molly that she and Molly wound up fucking again, even though her father was now home and just downstairs.
It was a pity, Allison thought, as they lay there together afterwards, nude bodies pressed together, legs entwined, a pity that Molly couldn't overcome her inhibitions and fears like she had. There was a whole world of hot, lewd sex available for the taking, but Molly was just hopelessly conventional.
She'd lose her virginity sometime, of course, probably in the next school year, but there wasn't going to be any gangbangs or group sex for her, now hot, sexy dances in front of crowds, and no raw, carnal, blow-your-mind sex.
Well, except with Allison of course, and that wasn't too bad, she thought with a smug smile.



C h a p t e r E l e v e n


She passed the place several times before working up the courage to open the door and go inside. It was not as dark as she'd thought it would be, probably because the place wasn't open yet. A man stood behind the bar talking to a woman in front of it. Both turned to eye her as she approached.
"Uhm, hi," she said awkwardly. "I uh, called about the uhm, job?"
"Dancing?"
She nodded and smiled hopefully, even though her face was blushing.
"This way," the woman said.
Allison followed her across the bar and through a door in the far wall.
"I'm Helena," she said. "I kind of manage the girls. I think we spoke on the phone."
"Oh, yeah," Allison said with a smile.
"You've never danced before, you said."
"No, but...well, I've been practising."
"In front of your bedroom mirror. Yeah, yeah. A lot of girls do that and think they have what it takes. It's not that easy, honey. Not only do you need to be able to dance but you need to be comfortable enough in the nude to do it in front of a crowd of men. You really think you can do that?"
"I think so, yes."
"Well, you got the face and the body for it. We'll see what Jeff says."
She knocked on an open door and led her into a small, dingy office. A skinny man in his late thirties sat behind a desk going over papers. He looked up as they entered, eyes moving up and down Allison's body.
"She wants to dance. She's a college girl. She never danced before."
He sat back in his chair, which creaked.
"You ever seen a real stripper perform?" he asked. "I don't mean movie versions."
"Well uh, I think so..."
"You think so? Look, kid, there's more to this than just dancing back and forth like the Rockettes without any clothes. These guys want to see pink. You know what I mean by pink?"
She blushed and nodded.
"I don't mean your face either. I don't know if someone who blushes when I talk about pink can be a stripper."
"I can!"
"Take your clothes off then."
"Uhm... here?"
"Yeah. Why? You shy?"
"Well... no."
"Then strip. I'll see what you got. Then maybe you can do a little dance for me. If you're good enough I'll put you out on stage and you can show me what you can do there."
She hesitated, then, putting on a bold face, removed her jacket, and then unbuttoned her blouse. She opened it and shrugged it off, then untied her shoes and removed them. She hesitated again, then undid the clasp of her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and pushed her jeans down her legs, stepping out of them.
Helena watched from behind while Jeff sat back in his chair and watched from in front.
She licked her lips, then undid her bra, sliding it off and dropping it onto a chair with her other clothes. She shoved her thong down and off, then stood there straight-backed and naked as his eyes moved up and down her body.
"Nice fuckin' body," he said. "Turn around."
She turned slowly, blushing.
"Nice ass too. Nice everything, in fact."
"Yeah, but can she move it?" Helena asked.
"What about it, baby? Can you shake that pretty ass of yours?"
"Yes," she said quietly.
The room was claustrophobic, even though the door was open, and she felt both embarrassed and excited as the two of them looked at her.
"Bend over and spread your legs," he ordered.
She froze for a moment, then slowly obeyed, showing him her pussy as she clasped her ankles.
"Okay. Tell you what. I'll give you five minutes to work up some kind of a dance routine with Helena, then you go out on stage and dance for us. We'll see if you're any good."
"I already sort of... worked one up."
"Okay. Even better. No waiting. I'll have the bus boys and everyone else come out front to watch. Got any objection to that?"
No," she said, though her heart was pounding.
"Helena, go get an audience for our blushing virgin."
"I'm not a virgin," she said.
"I didn't think you were, honey."
He moved past her then led her out into the bar, and up to the stage.
"You wear some kind of costume?"
She smiled and removed her coat. Underneath were a blue blazer, white blouse and a red tie. They went well with her tartan mini skirt.
"Ah, schoolgirl look, huh? Okay."
Several Hispanic men came out from the back hall, along with Helena and two more women, and they all moved up near the stage as she handed Jeff a tape of the music she'd practised to and tried to still her pounding heart.

Ten minutes later, naked, she bowed to their applause, then gathered her things and hurried off the stage, eyes shining with excitement and glee.
"Nice show, honey," Jeff said.
"Think so?" she asked coyly, straightening her back to push her breasts out a little more.
"Oh yeah, the customers will eat it up. We'll get you some breakaway material for that blouse so it comes off easier, and Helena can suggest a few improvements that'll simplify things, but all in all you'll be popular."
"Thanks," she said cockily.
"Don't get cocky. You're still a little clumsy in places, especially at the start."
"That was before I uh, got the rhythm of the music," she said.
"That was before you got all excited by dancing around in your birthday suit," he snorted.
She pouted and he grinned.
"You think I ain't seen some of you amateurs get your pussies all steamed up when you start doing a number? I've seen it all before, baby. I bet right now you're hotter than a blowtorch between your legs. Right?"
"Am not," she said in an unconvincing voice.
"Yeah, sure."
He looked down at her lewdly, then reached up and cupped one of her breasts.
"These babies are gonna be real popular," he said. "They almost stick upwards. Not too many real ones do that, especially big ones."
"You think they're big?" she said, licking her lips as the heat started spreading out from his hand.
"I seen bigger, but these are perfect, nice and round and firm. Yeah, they'll be real popular, especially when you do lap and table dances."
"What are those?" she sighed, pressing her breast more firmly into his hand.
"Let me bring you in here and we'll talk about it," he said, opening the door to a tiny room and pulling her inside.
It was a closet, with shelves lining the wall, but he didn't have much to say anyway as he immediately slid his arms around her, pulled her in tight, and pressed his lips down hard against her mouth.
She made no effort to resist. She wouldn't normally have found him very attractive, but he was dead right on how hot she was. Her pussy had started to throb and burn the moment she'd removed her top, and it had gotten worse with every piece of clothing she'd taken off.
By the end, when she was utterly nude and spreading her legs for them to see her pussy she had feared that her juices would actually leak out and dribble down her legs. She was almost trembling with lust now as Jeff's hands kneaded her buttocks and her breasts pushed in hard against his chest.
She felt his hard-on pressing into her belly as she reached down and squeezed it through his pants. Her hand slid up and down its length, then she quickly undid his pants and shoved her hands inside.
"Oh yeah, baby," he groaned. "Hot assed college slut!"
He groaned and slid down his body until she knelt in front of him. She was incredibly proud of her body and of her sexuality. She wanted to blow Jeff's socks off, as he said earlier, wanted his eyes to pop and his mind to shatter.
She seized his thick prick in her hands, running them up and down its length, as she moved in and licked at his right ball. She sucked it into her mouth, massaging it inside before letting it slowly pop out through her puckered lips.
Then she seized the other, mouthing and sucking on that, her thumb stroking against the underside of his cockhead.
She slid her tongue slowly up the length of his shaft to the head, licked at it several times, then pursed her lips, pressed the cockhead against them, and pushed inwards, letting his cock slowly force its way through her lips and into her mouth.
She started sucking at once, bobbing her lips rapidly as his hands moved through her hair. She ran up and down its length, slicking it down, then with a sudden forward motion took him into her throat and swallowed it.
He let out a groan of delight as his prick slid down into her gullet, clutching her head tightly as her lips slid all the way down the shaft to the base and her nose pressed in against his pubic bone.
She turned her head from side to side, then eased slowly back, fighting the pull of his hands as he groaned tried to keep himself buried in her throat.
She pulled free, his cockhead popping into her mouth, then let it slide out from her tight sucking lips, rubbing the cockhead over her face.
"Jesus Christ!" he said in a strangled voice, staggering back and sitting down heavily on the edge of a large box.
She smiled coyly up at him, then licked at the head before taking him into her mouth again.
He cried out, and she felt his sperm pumping into her mouth. Rather than swallow as she usually did, she let it fill her mouth up, keeping her lips closed around his cock, then, she slowly eased her lips apart so his moist jism oozed out between them and poured down around his still hard cock like lava flowing from a volcano.
She looked up to see his wide eyes taking her in and gave his cockhead a final lick. Then she began to lap gently along it, licking off all the cream she'd let pour down around it.
By the time she got the last of his cream off his cock had partly softened, then hardened into steel again.
She took him down her throat once more, then slid off and stood up. She turned her back on him, panting for breath, then bent over and gripped one of the shelves.
He staggered to his feet and moved behind her, his hands instantly lifting her short skirt, then jamming in between her thighs to palm her hot, moist pussy mound.
She groaned as he squeezed, then gasped as he gripped the G-string and tore it off. He squeezed her bare pussy now, and she felt like it was a sponge as her juices filled his hand.
"Hot, horny slut!" he gasped. "Fucking horny college bitch!"
She moaned, spreading her legs as she felt his cock pressing against her. He lunged forward and she cried out in pleasure as his hard, slick cock rammed deep into her pussy.
They both groaned as he filled her, his hips pressing against her bare backside and his hands cupping her breasts.
He tore open the blouse and jerked her bra down, then crushed her breasts as he began to grind his pelvis against her.
"Hot, horny, sexy, gorgeous piece of girl meat!" he gasped. "Fuck you're gorgeous!"
It was a cry of wanton delight, and Allison felt a wave of exultation at it, jamming her sex back against his prong as he began to pump.
She humped back lewdly, panting for breath at the head inside her. In seconds she came, her pussy spasming and squeezing down on his pumping prong as he cursed and thrust even harder.
The orgasm seemed to go on and on, and before her battered mind surrendered to it she felt a faint thought that as her inhibitions were torn away her orgasms were becoming more powerful.
Then she shuddered and groaned through a massive climax that whipped back and forth in her body, even as Jeff's cock continued to ram straight up her pussy pipe, impaling her against the shelf.
She bent over further, grasping at the shelves, moaning and whining in heat as his cock burrowed even deeper. Her orgasm faded, only to rise again, a second climax lashing her battered body, then a third, then an entire string of them setting her mind ablaze as his cock continued to piston inside her.
"UNnnguuuUUUnUUUunngghUUUUnggghUUUngg!" she moaned, her voice rising and falling.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he gasped, slamming his hips forward again and again.
Her cream was dribbling out of her pussy now and his cock made a wet sound each time he slammed it home in her sopping hole. Her pussy was spasming almost continuously, and even with having just come it was more than he could bear for long.
He came a second time, cursing as he tried to spike himself even deeper, the juice blasting out the tip of his burning cock and spewing up into her heaving body.

"It's not that hard," Darlene said. "After the first couple of times it almost seems normal. It's the lap dancing some of us find hard to take."
"Lap dancing?"
"God, you are naive."
"Uhm I..."
"That's how you really make your money here. The stripping itself doesn't pay that much, just fifty bucks a shift. Shifts are four hours long, by the way."
"Then how..."
"We have two ways to make real money. The first way is table dancing. See these little boxes?" She pointed at wooden boxes piled along the wall. "You take these to someone's table and do a little dance for him or them right there. It costs five dollars a song."
"So you only dance for..."
"For as long as the song lasts or as long as they keep putting money on the table. See, the trick is to get naked just at the very end of the song. By then they just got to see you naked and they want to see you a bit longer, so most of them will lay out another fiver to keep you there. Then you do a kind of grind, letting them see you up close and personal...if you get my drift."
She nodded thoughtfully.
"Ten bucks doesn't sound like a lot, but remember it's only for about six minutes of work. The longer you can keep them putting bills down the better, so you should escalate things right near the second song's end, like, brush your titties against their shoulders a bit, or maybe start making hot noises, whatever will get them to lay down another fiver. It can really ad up, honey."
"I suppose."
"Then there's Paradise."
"What's that?"
"See that section there, with the frosted glass?"
Allison nodded."
"C'mon."
She led her across the bar and in through the open doorway. Inside were pink carpeting and a row of little booths that were also made of frosted glass, though more heavily frosted. They were the size of toilet stalls, and much the same design. Inside was a small straight-backed chair with no arms, with a small round table next to it. A small speaker sat in the middle of the table.
"Same as the tables, but more private, and here you dance in their laps for ten bucks a song."
"In their laps?"
"You straddle them as you strip. They get a better view, and you grind yourself against them, rub your tits against their chest, rub your ass against their crotch, slide your fingers through their hair, that kind of thing."
"What if they're, like, ugly?"
"What the fuck do you care? You ain't gonna marry em'. You ain't gonna fuck em' either. Or at least, if the boss catches you he'll fire you."
"Why would I want..."
"Here, you do the same as at the tables. You get them real hot just before the song ends so they slap another ten down on the table to keep you grinding and rubbing against them."
She looked around them and her face took on a coy look.
"Now some girls," she said "let them touch them."
"Uhm..."
"They rub their titties against their faces and let the men suck on them. They let the guys grope their breasts and ass, and even sometimes stick their fingers or tongues into their pussies."
Allison gaped at her.
"It's like the tables. You escalate from one dance to the next to keep them there. I've seen guys keep a girl in there an hour, paying out two hundred bucks just to grope them a little."
"Why would they pay that much? I mean..."
"Don't ask me. They could get a hooker for forty bucks. Then again, I used to work for a phone sex place. Guys paid two bucks a minute for women they never even saw to talk dirty to them, and some of them stayed on the line for an hour too. Anyway, for two hundred bucks an hour...some girls...will let them do just about anything short of intercourse. And then SOME girls actually do more, for uhm, bonuses."
"Bonuses?" she asked warily.
"Yeah, like oh, a guy lays down fifty bucks all at once and the girl might, oh, for example, undo his pants and slide her hand in and jerk him off. Maybe he'd lay out another fifty and she'd blow him, or maybe he'd lay out a hundred or more and she'd, like, sit down in his lap and do her bump and grind without any pants between her and his hard-on, if you get my drift."
"Isn't that, like, illegal?"
Darlene gave her a pitying look.
"Well, I don't need to be a hooker," Allison said. "I don't need money that bad."
"Suit yourself. Anyway, girls popular in here have been known to make five hundred bucks a night. Now that's for a four-hour shift, remember. Compare that to working at Burger Master. You could work there for three weeks to get that much."
"I don't know. Being alone with them and, well, naked..."
"Just yell if you have a problem. There's always a bouncer standing by the entrance, and he'll be right there. There's no locks on the doors, as you can see."

Allison practised her dance that night in her dorm room as Molly watched. She practised dancing on a chair, too, to see how she could dance on the little boxes, then did a lap dance against Molly that soon had them both crushing their lips together and making out.
"I still can't believe you're going to do this!" Molly said as they lay together afterwards.
"I need the money," Allison said with a shrug, "But also...the idea is so incredibly exciting..."
"Slut."
"I mean, it's something I can look back on when I'm, like, you know, old."
"Just so long as your parents don't find out. If they do you'll never live to get old."
"They won't."
"I still think you're taking a chance."
"Yeah, but it's worth it. Look at how you worked all summer. I had the whole summer off. But now I can buy as many things as you do, including that new computer, and still not have to work. Well, except for now and then. Look at your job. You get four dollars an hour. You work twenty hours a week for a month and you get three hundred and twenty dollars minus taxes. I work one four hour shift and I can make five hundred bucks."
Molly shrugged and shook her head. "But if anyone you know finds out...someone from one of your classes, or..."
"It's not very likely. But even if they do, so what? Think they're going to find out where I live and phone my parents?"
"Are you sure this lap dancing shit is legal? What if the cops bust the place?"
"I think some of it is and some of it isn't. I'm pretty sure if you let them feel you up it's not legal. Still, well, Darlene says they've never had any trouble from the cops."
"Well, I wish you luck."

The next evening, Friday, after school, Allison's heart began to beat louder as she got into the room. She went down to the cafeteria to eat, then grabbed her "costume" and headed across town for the club.
She came in the side door through the alley, trotted down the stairs, and went up the hall to the dressing room. Darlene wasn't in yet, but she chatted with Cindy and Brenda as they slowly changed into their costumes and did their makeup.
She used little but lipstick herself, but used a powerful blow dryer to really push her hair up and out so it fell around her face and over her shoulders like a lion's mane.
A little later the music started, and her stomach fluttered as she went to the side of the stage to watch the first acts. After each girl did her routine she went back and changed. Meanwhile, those men who wanted a table or lap dance would motion to one of the waiters and word would be passed along.
By the time the second act was well underway she could see Shana, the first act, dancing at someone's table, her hips grinding quickly to the pounding of the music.
Allison's heart was pounding too and she swallowed repeatedly, her throat dry. She knew she was attractive. She'd certainly had enough experience in the past couple of weeks to convince her of that. And the manager, as well as Helena thought her act would go over really well.
Still, the thought of stripping in front of a crowd of men was unnerving. It was exciting, for sure, incredibly exciting, for she was doing something forbidden, something that would shock her friends and family, something that would cause the eyebrows of even the more liberal and jaded people she knew to rise quite high.
But it was also quite embarrassing, not just dancing up on a stage in front of people - something she'd never done, and which would have made her nervous even with clothes - but baring everything...
And in such a lewd way. This would not be a particularly subtle act. She was an okay dancer, she figured, especially with what little demand was placed on her, but she was no big talent, and knew it. No, this was going to be a filthy, lewd dance for a group of filthy, lewd men.
Annie's song ended, and she gathered her things then scurried off the stage, smiling encouragingly at Allison as she passed. Allison's heart beat even faster as Jeff walked out onto the stage and began to address the crowd.
"We have a special treat for you tonight. Rebecca is a university student who has decided to give exotic dancing a try. This will be her first ever public performance..."
There were whistles and catcalls from the audience.
"But you don't have to worry about the quality of the product," he said with a leer. "I've seen it myself, and it's guaranteed to blow your uh, socks off."
There were more jeers, along with some snickers.
"And now," he said, as her music began to pound from the speakers. "For the first time ever, the young, the beautiful, the seductive, sensuous and nubile young Rebecca!"
Rebecca. What a stupid name, she thought in irritation. Still, they wouldn't let her use her own name because one of the other dancers used it as her fake name. So Rebecca it was.
For a long moment she hesitated, terrified, then she moved forward onto the stage and out into the lights. There was applause, some whistles, and a few lewd suggestions as she began to move forward with slow, exaggerated movements, her body rolling and hips grinding.
She smiled at the audience, though she could hardly see them behind the lights, and began to swing her arms loosely, moving her head in time to the music blaring around her. She tried to ignore the men out there, to pretend she was in her room dancing in front of her mirror.
Her arms rose high as her hips moved from side to side, and she slid her tongue slowly along her lower lip, narrowing her eyes and rolling her head back. Her slow, careful movements were interspaced with sudden sharp twists and turns as she pranced and danced from one side of the stage to the other, teasing the men nearest the stage who tried to look up her little tartan skirt.
She moved sharply forward, then sharply back, flinging her arms up and back behind her as she halted, arching her back. The blue blazer slipped back and dropped down her arms and off, and she moved away, twisting and gyrating to the music again.
Her hands moved slowly up and down her body, then she turned her back to them, bending forward and wagging her behind. She bent way over, gripping her ankles and looking back between her legs, then straightened abruptly, gripping the hem of her skirt and lifting it, giving it a quick side to side motion so they could see her bare behind.
She pranced along the edge of the stage, grabbed her clip-on tie, and tossed it behind her, then turned her back to them all, legs straight and firm and spread wide a she grabbed the front of her blouse and tore it open wide.
The breakaway cloth pulled open and she let it go, then slid her hands slowly through her hair as she turned and made her body undulate at the same time as her hips did a slow grind.
A quick backwards fling of her arms and the blouse slipped down her arms and off like the blazer, leaving her in the little, lacy white French bra, much of her rounded breasts exposed to their hungry eyes.
She stepped on the heel of one shoe, flinging it across the stage after popping it off, then did the same with the other. In white socks she danced back to the other side, hands on hips, getting more and more aroused the less clothes she had on.
She was gaining confidence by the second, as well. There were no jeers, only approval, and she loved it. Her eyes shone as she rolled her hips after undoing the clasp and her tartan skirt dropped down around her ankles.
Several men shouted their approval as she danced back away from them. Now she only had her G-string, bra, and socks on, and she danced all the way to the other end of the stage before she stopped.
Facing them, she cupped her breasts, leaning forward and leering, then straightened, undoing the clasp between them and carefully folding her arms over her hot, swollen mammaries before letting the cups spring aside. She coyly hid herself as she let the bra drop off, then turned around, grinding her hips, swinging her round behind at them as her hands slid off her breasts, then upwards through her hair and then higher still.
With her upper body undulating slowly she turned so her side was to them and they could see her in profile, could see her breasts were firm and up thrust. Then she turned fully to them, face flushed with heat, nipples painfully erect as they growled in approval.
Her mind was screaming in excitement! She was practically naked in front of all these men! The rush of steaming sexual heat was almost intoxicating as she ground her hips at them and let her hand slowly move up and down her heaving chest.
She turned, dancing along the edge of the stage, then moving inwards a bit before turning. She had her back to them, and she spread her legs, rising onto her toes and arching her back, sliding her hands back to cup and squeeze her behind.
She leaned further and further forward, until her hands touched the floor, then she let them slide forward along the floor as she gracefully lowered herself to her stomach on the stage, feet towards them.
She rolled over and drew her legs up and back, rocking slowly, sliding her hands under her and grasping the G-string, then, with a smooth motion, sliding it up and over her buttocks ,then up her legs and tossing it back over her head.
She let her legs fall back and twisted onto her belly again, turning on the stage until she was sideways then rising slowly, first by pushing her arms straight, then by rising to her knees.
She crawled slowly along the stage, breasts dangling down below her swinging back and forth, back arching, head rolling, behind grinding in time to the music.
She turned to face them and sat back on her heels, using her head to keep time to the music, shaking it slowly from side to side as she let her back arch and brought her hands up her belly to cup and squeeze her breasts.
She slowly spread her knees wider and wider apart, until the tendons in her thighs ached, and she was gaping before the men in front of her, giving them a clear, lewd shot of her naked pussy.
She cupped her mound with both hands, then let them slide up her body as before, cupping her breasts along the way, then sliding up higher, going through her hair and moving up behind her head.
The men nearest the stage could see how her mound glistened with moisture, and their cocks rose against their pants as their eyes locked on the luscious blonde.
She leaned forward, her tongue moving along her lip, then she crawled back across the stage on all fours, behind wagging lewdly.
She let herself down onto her belly, then slid forward a few feet before rolling onto her back. She arched her back as she ran her hands over her taut, firm flesh, then gripped her pussy and squeezed, her head rolling back slowly.
She twisted her feet towards them and pulled them in, sitting up, then rising to a squat, legs spread as they stared into her pink cleft.
Then she stood slowly, turned her back to them and, grinding her pelvis still in time to the music, danced off the stage to a great deal of applause.
Darlene hugged her and congratulated her while Jeff got her stuff off the stage and brought it back to her.
"Nice job, kid," he said. "You'll have more offers than you can handle. Hold out for Paradise."
He went back onto the stage to introduce Darlene and Allison took her things back a ways and put them on again.




C h a p t e r T w e l v e


She had barely put her clothes back on when Mike came in from the bar to say she had eight requests! Three of them were for Paradise, so she nervously went up the back stairs and emerged just behind Arnie, the big bouncer who guarded the entrance. He grinned and nodded at her, then directed her to one of the booths.
She smiled at the tall, thin man who was sitting in booth number five.
"Hi," she said in her most seductive voice. "My name is Rebecca."
"Hi, Becky," he said with a leer. "I loved your dance."
"Why thank you," she purred.
"That was really your first time?"
She nodded. "Really and truly."
"You seemed very confident up there."
"I know how hot men think I am," she said with a seductive smile.
He grinned and slipped a twenty onto the little table beside her as the music began to come out of the little box on the table.
Normally Allison wouldn't be attracted to him, but she was so horny, so aroused that she would have fucked almost anyone...in fact, she probably would have fucked anyone period.
But that wasn't her job, and she realized it was going to be awfully hard holding back with the level of sexual heat in her body.
She stood before him, grinding her hips slowly, doing lewd pelvic thrusts as she ran her hands over her body.
She undid the front of her shirt and tore it open, shrugging it back and off along with her blazer, moving forward to straddle the man as she ran her tongue along her lower lip and moved her hips in a slow, sensuous grind.
He stood there watching, licking his lips as she opened her top and peeled it up and off, then slowly undid her bra and removed that as well.
She bent forward, rubbing her breasts against the top of his head, then dancing back when he reached for them, smiling teasingly as she bent over and lifted her skirt.
She let the skirt drop down, then sat back in his lap, grinding her soft white buttocks against his crotch. She felt his erection immediately, and mashed herself down on it as his hands came around her and stroked her thighs.
She leaned far forward, getting to her feet and pulling free, then peeled her G-string down her legs and off while standing right in front of him.
She spread her legs wide, keeping them straight, and ground her ass back as he licked his lips and leaned forward.
The first song was already over and the second under way. She turned and ran her hands over her body, moving forward. She lifted one straight leg and put it on the back of his chair, then let her leg bend slowly, her pussy moving in until it was right in his face.
He licked at it and she pulled back, smiling lewdly, doing the same again with her other leg, and again pulling back when his hand cupped her moist mound.
She straddled him then, facing him, grinding her pussy and ass down into his lap as he groaned and squeezed her ass and breast.
Suddenly she couldn't feel his erection under her any more. She felt a moment's delight, then embarrassment, then realization that she should have tried to drag things out more.
Then she kissed him on the forehead and got to her feet, taking the twenty off the table and gathering her clothes. She winked at him as she left, then dressed quickly in an empty booth before going on to the next one.
The second one was much like the first, except the man was balding and middle-aged and wanted to practically stick his hand up her pussy with his first ten dollars. She managed to hold him off into a second song, but he was determined, his hands grabbing at her everywhere as she ground herself down on his cock.
She mashed her breasts into his face, letting him lick and suck on them as she ground herself down hard and fast, and was relieved when his cock softened and she could pull away.
She heaved a sigh as she got dressed, thinking that this lap dancing business wasn't as much fun as she'd thought. On the other hand she'd made forty dollars for little more than ten minutes work.
Her third customer was something else entirely, a tall, muscular, bald-headed black man in his late twenties. As soon as she saw him her heart began to beat faster, for doing it with a black guy was one of her fantasies.
As her annoyance at the rudeness of the last guy faded she felt her pussy beginning to steam up again, and went into her routine.
Soon she was naked, and he laid down a second ten. She teased him with her breasts, letting them slide across his bald head, and ground her buttocks down against his crotch. She ran her hands over his chest and let him cup her breasts, though he did so carefully, not squeezing too hard.
He laid a third ten on the table and she smiled and began to roll her head excitedly, grinding herself harder against the erection she could feel building in his pants, groaning softly as he squeezed her breasts and then brought his lips to her nipples.
He sucked all through to the fourth song, then all through that as well, his fingers and lips and tongue and teeth all over her soon throbbing, pulsing breasts as she ground herself down against him.
She pulled free at last, turning to present her ass and then grinding back against his fingers as he slipped one into her.
He laid a fifth ten on the table and drove two fingers deep inside her. She groaned, rutting back against them, panting for breath and moaning in excitement at the lewdness of what she was doing right here in this only partially private booth.
She came on his fingers, crying out softly and shuddering, driving her pussy pad back against his knuckles in a wild, feverish rutting motion as her pussy spasmed around his fingers.
He took out a fifty and laid it on the table, and Allison felt a stab of anxiety. She knew what he wanted, and though she'd decided not to go over the line she was no desperately tempted.
Not so much for the money as for...other reasons.
She flicked her tongue out at him, panting heavily now, then straddled him and undid his pants as he squeezed her breasts.
God, she thought. I'm naked, completely naked on this big black guy's lap. I don't even know his name. I'm in a strip club and about to...to...
She reached down into his pants and slipped her fingers around his cock, squeezing rhythmically as she pulled it out. She stared down at it with lust and desire, running her small fist up and down its length as she brought it against her stomach.
She rubbed the head back and forth against her belly, groaning and moaning.
And suddenly it erupted like a geyser, spraying white-hot semen all over her breasts and belly and hand.
He cursed softly, but she smiled, rolling her head, then giving him a coy look as she brought her fingers to her lips and licked off every drop of sperm.
"Think you got me, baby?" he whispered with a feral grin. "Well you ain't!"
He laid another ten on the table and she smiled and back off him, dancing in front of him as she slid her hands over her body, rubbing his sperm into her skin, over her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.
She straddled him again and he seized her hips in a tight grip then pushed his face into her pussy. She gasped as his tongue whipped up inside her, slithering around in her tight, moist hole. She felt her juices flowing, and moaned as he slurped them down, his tongue probing deep inside her.
"Ooohhhhhh!" she groaned.
He pulled his tongue out and moved it upwards, lapping delicately against her clit. Her insides started to sparkle and shake and she gripped his head, gasping and writhing, dancing from foot to foot as his tongue lapped harder and faster.
She came again, arching her back, shaking like a leaf as he licked furiously at her clit and held her in place by two curled fingers up in her pussy.
She backed off, staggered off, as he laid a twenty on the pile of bills on the table, then produced another fifty and dropped it onto the pile.
"I raise," he growled.
She stood against the wall of the booth to catch her breath, then started grinding and dancing again, moving closer and closer until she could bend way over and grasp his cock between her lips.
She felt waves of dazed sexual heat sweeping over her, excitement and fear, desire and embarrassment, wonder at what she was doing, and anticipation of what she might do next.
His cock hardened quickly as she slid her lips up and down its length. He spread his legs wide, hands sliding over her head as she dropped to her knees in front of him, then quickly took his long, thick black cock into her throat.
"Oh fuck!" he grunted. "Yeah, what a pro! Go for it, baby!"
Her lips slid down to the balls and she held them pressed against his crotch for long seconds before easing them back up again and pulling them free.
"Hot fucking dynamite!" he whispered.
She smiled lewdly, then slipped her lips back down again, taking him in to the hilt once more, holding still, then bobbing slowly up and down his cock, fucking it with her throat.
He came again, groaning as he poured his cream into her throat, and she pulled free, grinning, getting to her feet as he laid his head back against the headrest.
He put another twenty on the table and she danced a little more, moving more slowly now. Trying to think of something new to do she straddled his legs and lay back, sliding her hands up and down her body, then fingering her pussy.
She thought at first to pretend, but the instant her fingers touched her clit she knew it was no act. She ground her ass against his thighs as she fingered herself, gasping and panting, her body wriggling from side to side, her inside a furnace that would not be denied.
He watched in fascination, dropping another twenty onto the table as she writhed there before him, her eyes narrow slits, her breath ragged.
Her fingers plunged up her pussy as he watched with delight, and she groaned and arched her back, letting her hair sweep the floor as she came with a low, gurgling moan of deep, soul-searing pleasure.
"Jesus, baby. You're one hot piece of girl meat," he said, his big black hands sliding slowly over her body, softly squeezing and kneading her breasts.
She smiled dreamily as he took out a fifty and laid it on the table, then another, then a third, then a fourth.
She blinked her eyes as he placed another fifty on the table and met his gleaming eyes.
"You know what I want, Becky," he said in a low, throaty growl.
His cock was hard again and as she sat up she laid her hand on it and squeezed it half dazed. She knew only a moment's hesitation before taking it and rubbing it over her hot, sweaty belly. Then she took a deep breath and pushed down with her legs, raising herself up atop him.
She held his cock upright as she eased downwards, gasping softly as she felt the blunt helmet shaped head pushing against her sopping mound, then shuddering as it pushed upwards, as it split her pussy lips apart, forcing them in and back, driving upwards into her body.
"Yessss," he groaned as she engulfed him, as her hot tunnel folded around his cock and gulped it down inch by inch.
It felt like it took forever for it to stop coming, but then she had the whole length inside her and she squeezed her thighs around him, putting her arms around him at the same time as she pressed her breasts into his face and held herself still.
His hands kneaded her buttocks and he chewed and sucked on her breasts.
The door, she knew, had no lock. And there was a good foot and a half of open space at the bottom, below the walls and doors.
She could hear other tinny little radios playing in other booths, hear the murmured voices of other dancers with their customers.
She rose up, the tight pink walls of her elastic pussy clinging to his hard meat, sucking on it as she pushed herself upwards. Then she dropped back down, grunting as she took it high inside, as she impaled herself on the black man's big pecker.
His hands dug into her ass, lifting as she raised herself again, and soon she was riding him, rising and lowering herself with his help, meeting his cock as he bucked up against her now, grunting and groaning as she rode faster and faster, the heat pouring through her pores, her breath coming in sharp little pants and gasps.
He chewed and suckled at her breasts as she rode him, growling and gasping himself, his cock thrusting as high as he could in his chair.
Her clitoris was burning, her insides steaming. Every movement sawed his hard erection against her pussy lips and clit.
She came, shuddering, gasping, arching her back and throwing back her hair. Her mouth opened and closed helplessly as air gurgled out of her lungs.
He continued to thrust up into her as she sank against him a last time then laid there, clinging to him weakly. She fell back then, her upper body bending back across his knees, her hands and hair sweeping down to the floor as he gripped her hips and thrust forward into her.
She felt the steady, furious stroking through the dazed confusion of her shell-shocked mind, and the pleasure burned inside her. A minute later another orgasm tore through her, then another, then a fourth as he finally spat his thick scalding wads of come down into her womb.

If the bouncer knew she'd been doing anything but dancing he made no mention of it. She dressed and went backstage to shower and change, clutching nearly six hundred dollars in cash for just over an hour of work. She was a little flustered, hardly able to believe she'd actually fucked a guy for money, prostituted herself.
On the other hand, as she admitted to herself, it wasn't really for the money. She was so hot she just had to fuck that big black guy. The money was just an extra.
How many people, she thought to herself, get to be paid so much for doing something that's so much fun?
Not that people would see it that way, of course. People were so strange when it came to sex.
She had a half hour break, so she sat at a little table in the dressing room munching on French fries as she talked with Caroline, one of the other dancers, discussing various problems with the customers and what kind of dances turned them on the most.
Then she was back on stage, this time doing the second act she'd worked out with Helena. This time she wore stockings, high heels, garter belts, the whole routine, as well as a long, shimmering silk dress that hugged her tightly.
This dance was slower than the other at first, and she acted more seductive and coy. When she was naked she did the "pole thing" as the girls described it, rubbing herself against it, swinging on it, grinding her breasts around it and tonguing it like it was a cock.
She added a bit that she'd come up with herself, clutching it tightly between her thighs, then sliding down it until she was sitting on her behind, the pole jammed up hard against her drooling, shaved pussy mouth.
Then she pulled her knees up, spread them, and, still gripping the pole, rubbed herself up and down, grinding her snatch against it as she gasped and groaned and arched her back in only partially faked excitement.
When she slid around the pole to the other side the men nearest could see from how the silvery metal pole glistened that her pussy cream was coating it near the bottom, and their cocks poked upwards against their pants.
Once again she was in high demand at the end of the show. She did five lap dances in the Paradise Room this time, fucking two men and giving a third a blowjob. She made seven hundred and forty more dollars before taking her break.
She sat in the dressing room with the stack of bills in front of her, staring at it in amazement. What on Earth was she bothering to go to school for if she could make this kind of money fucking and dancing??
She did her last dance, only a slight alteration of her schoolgirl dance, and as expected, when she got offstage there were several requests for her to dance in private booths. She took care of two of them quickly, for they wanted only one, and two dances respectively.
When she got into the third booth, however, she halted in surprised, for instead of a man there she saw a sleekly dressed woman laying back in the chair.
"Hello, dear," the woman said with a slight smile
"Uhm, hi," Allison said.
The woman laid a twenty on the table, and with a mental shrug Allison began to dance. She danced slower than she usually did for the men, posing and grinding in a more erotic way rather than sticking her pussy in the woman's face. Somehow she knew this was what this classy woman would prefer.
By the third ten she was straddling the woman, slowly undulating her body, her tongue sliding poutily over her lower lip, her eyes slits as she rolled her head from side to side.
The woman reached up and cupped one of her breasts gently, and Allison smiled at her, pushing forward. The woman fingered her nipples, then slid a hand between her legs, not entering her but thumbing her clit in a way that soon had Allison's cream dribbling out of her tight pussy lips.
"Hot are we?" the woman said with a look of amused superiority.
She slipped two fingers inside her then curled them upwards, hooking them against the top of her slit as she pushed her thumb down from above.
"Come on my fingers, honey," she whispered. "Come on my fingers."
And Allison did, gasping and moaning, grinding herself shamelessly against the woman's fingers as the heat poured through her mind and body and set her to shaking, trembling and groaning.
"Very nice," the woman commented.
She sat back, and Allison got unsteadily to her feet, but the woman took her hand and had her sit across her lap, then placed a bill Allison didn't even know existed right over her pussy.
It was a one thousand dollar bill.
"Holy shit!" Allison said with wide eyes.
"I have a little proposition for you, Rebecca dear," the woman said.
"Wh...what?" Allison gasped, eyes still locked on the bill.
"I can see you enjoy this. You're a highly sexual young lady. You have a wonderful body, a beautiful face, lush hair, and an attitude that's hard to find these days. I want you to come and work for me."
"W... work for... I uh...I'm going to school in a week and..."
"I know. That's fine for now. I want you to go to school."
"What?" She finally took her eyes off the bill and stared at the woman.
"Right now, my dear, all you are is raw material, excellent raw material, but still raw material. You have the body and face, and a great attitude. But I need more."
"I don't understand."
"What's the difference between a hooker on the street fucking for forty dollars, an escort who fucks for two hundred, and a call girl who does it for a thousand or even two thousand dollars?"
Allison looked blank.
"The difference is sophistication, intelligence, and education. My clients are extremely wealthy men and they want more than a brainless bimbo for their money. You'll take business and finance courses at school, and acting lessons after hours. I want you to learn Japanese, massage, bartending, art appreciation, and a host of other things. In four years you'll be worth a thousand dollars a visit, maybe more.
"But I-I don't..."
"You've met my friend, Mister Jones? He's the large black man you were with earlier."
Allison's jaw dropped.
"He says you are just the girl I'm looking for, smart, young, sexy and uninhibited. Now you can either start work in four years making twenty five thousand a year, stuck in a cubicle somewhere, or you can start work for me, going to balls and parties and dating rock stars, actors and the wealthiest men in the country, for maybe half a million a year, maybe twice that.
"Which would you prefer?"
"Jesus! I-I'd like to uhm, to try to work for you."
"Good," the woman said with a smile.
She picked up the thousand, folded it, rolled it up, then slipped it between Allison's legs and eased it up into her pussy.
"You'll only work part-time at first, and full-time in the summer, but I don't think you'll find the work too difficult. Now stand up.
Allison stood, staring at the woman.
"And now, to seal our little deal," she said, sliding her long skirt up her legs and spread her thighs to reveal a shaved, naked pussy.
Allison dropped to her knees, kissed the woman's legs, and then pushed her face in against her mound.
"Ahhh," the woman sighed, sliding her fingers through Allison's hair as the blonde's tongue darted into her cleft.

The end.






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