Smut Til You Drop (4 page)

I don’t really remember all the instructions
that came along with it but I do remember how she moved like she
was the most sexual creature in the world. Her physical appearance
didn’t matter. She owned anyone watching, including me. She was
rocking and grinding and twisting in ways that made my lower half
heat up and my nipples hard. She knew where this was going. I
didn’t move off the bed for fear she would smell how much I wanted
her at that moment. She just kept dancing for me. Fully clothed at
first, then she slowly peeled out of her shorts. Dancing in her
shirt, bra and panties. Her ass was perfect. Waitressing and
quickies had kept her in shape and toned. Her hands were touching
her body as she danced. Strippers knew exactly how to turn you on
as you watched, they had to if they wanted to eat well. Linda was
no exception. I had not known her when she worked the clubs and had
never before seen how amazing her body was and that look in her
eyes that told me she wanted this as much as I did but she was
going to make me wait for it. 

Next, the shirt was unbuttoned one at a time
and she was dancing around in her black lace bra and panties with
her shirt over her shoulders like a cape swaying behind her. It was
beautiful. Then, the show took a turn. She went to the TV and began
to play the DVD in the background. “I need music for this part.”
The video did provide music but also the moans and pleasure sounds
of the two perfect women who were about to take turns on one
another’s best parts. Linda dropped the shirt on that end of the
bed, so that I was watching her and the two girls in the
background. She knew exactly where this was going and knew that if
I was going to chicken out, it would have been right then. She was
good.

Seeing that this was not going to stop
anytime soon, she handed me my wine glass, poured some, drank it
down and then refilled it for me this time. “While you watch the
show.” As she handed me the glass with her left hand, my crotch
shot up to attention. There was a pressure different from that of
just pent up excitement. When she reached for the wine, she also
grabbed her vibrator and stuck it in between my legs with her right
hand as she handed me the glass with her left. That sneaky bitch.
It wasn’t on, yet, but it was pushing against me in the just the
wrong spot. I drank half the glass, licked my lips, and moved my
right leg to get more comfortable with the piece of plastic that
was causing me to soak through my cotton panties. Linda took that
as a good sign—which it was—and continued to slowly lose her bra
and panties. At that point I had finished the wine and she leaned
over me with her breasts an inch from my lips. I wanted to reach
out and bite her nipple but I was nervous and clearly not the one
in control of this situation. “Lap dance time. If I’m going to
teach you, we need to make it fun for me too.” She took the
vibrator and turned it on and had me hold it between my legs. My
hand was wrapped around it but the vibrations could be felt going
from the back of thumb to my crotch that my hand was right against
and I was doing everything I could to keep a straight face and my
breathing in check. Hell, I was trying to remember to breathe. I so
badly wanted to move my hand and put that fabulous plastic dick on
my clit and in my wet, hot hole that was clearly begging for
something to fill it. But again, I wasn’t the one running the show
and I didn’t want to risk breaking her rhythm and having this end
before both of us were spent. We had ten hours before she left town
and I was hoping at least a couple of them would be with us both
naked and cumming together.

She began my turning her naked back to me.
Then, she leaned over at the waist and began moving her ass up and
down. It was touching the vibrator, which was on and touching her
right back, so the lap dance wasn’t quite authentic but it was
doing exactly what we both hoped it would. She clenched her ass and
had the tool surrounded by her soft, firm flesh and carried it with
her as she went up and down an inch or so. I had to struggle to
hold my hand in place and not just let her take the toy with her. I
was also struggling to keep it close enough to my crotch that some
of the wonderful movement the toy made was getting to my soaking
wet lips, even if through the back of my thumb.

 
Linda’s inner thighs
were shining. She was so wet that she was beginning to glisten. She
had her ass near my crotch, wrapped around a vibrating dildo, and
her face was staring right at the screen of the two women who were
now finger-fucking one another. She unclenched, moved back just a
touch and sat right on the toy. It slipped in so quickly that I had
barely noticed what happened when the top of my fist was wet from
hitting her cunt. I was still holding on to the vibrator and now, I
was holding the key to her happiness. I finally got a clue and
began to move my fist slowly and up and down so she no longer had
to balance and negotiate the action. The wine was kicking in and I
wanted to make her cum so that she would do the same for me but we
needed to move so I could watch her face and her tits. I slowly and
gently took the dildo in my hand and moved it to the right. She
followed while it still was inside her. She moved to the right of
me and was kneeling on the bed with my hand between her slick legs
and the plastic shaft barely visible sticking out of her cunt. I
pushed on one leg so that she began to turn over. Now, she was on
her back and my hand was holding the speeding dick in her. I turned
the base and the toy began to buzz on high and she yelped. I pulled
it out of her, turned it off, looked at it, and brought it to my
mouth. I looked at her and she nodded. I tasted the tip. It was
magnificent. I pushed it far into my mouth to get as much of her
juice as I could. She lay there, spread eagle and watching me. I
pulled the cock out of my mouth, spread her pussy lips apart and
lay it right on her clit. Then, I turned it on. Slowly. She let out
a soft moan and I felt my own sweet spot begging for my panties to
be removed and get some of that plastic! I began to move the toy up
and down, from the top of her clit to her asshole. Stopping at her
pussy to make her think I was going to enter her, but then I would
move on. She was loving every second of it.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The girls
screams of ecstasy were in the background and I was about to burn a
hole through my panties. I wanted her to cum and cum now! I took
the vibrator and pushed it into her, hard. Then I began pounding it
against her and I leaned over and brought my tongue to her clit.
She gasped. Her moans began to form words. “Yes. God, Yes,” Each
word got louder as I got more violent. The vibrator got turned up
to high, the ramming became more intense and my licking became
nibbling and slurping and rubbing my tongue, chin, nose, whatever
facial parts I could get deep onto her clit. It was being pushed
back and forth as fast as I could while my shoulder and arm worked
the plastic as deep into her as it would go. She began to cry out.
“More, yes, more!” I was getting to be exhausted but her tension
was building my tension and as I felt her shudder with release, my
fingers became wet again and my own crotch began to shake. I was
cumming with her even though no one was touching me. Now that is
impressive.

When I thought her moment was done, I softly
kissed her clit and turned off the buzzing toy. I smiled up at her.
She smiled back. “You’re turn.” My pussy again began to shake and I
didn’t think it would take anything more than a touch to get me to
the point of having nothing left. She turned me around, took the
toy, kissed me on the mouth and said, “Don’t think. Just relax.” I
had a view of the two girls on the TV kissing each other hard and
the top of Linda’s head as she and the plastic slipped below my
waistline and pulled my miniskirt up. The cotton panties were moved
to the side and all hell broke loose. There were fingers, a plastic
cock and a tongue that couldn’t be made sense out of. All I knew
was that I was about to cum like there was no tomorrow and my good
friend was about to give me a night that I remember when I’m in the
sack with a guy who just can’t quite figure it out. It was so good
just thinking about it gets me off, even to this day. God, I love
college!

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My First
Threesome

College Daze: Volume Two

I’ve learned in this life there are three
kinds of people; those who do bad things, those who don’t (ever)
and those who don’t usually but wish they did. That third group of
people tend to hang around close to the naughty ones but only close
enough to watch, never to get caught or really fuck up their lives.
Just enough that every once in a while they will have a story that
they can keep tucked away in the back of their minds until that
random moment when they remember that day, that adventure and a
sneaky, giddy, slightly-embarrassed smirk crosses their face. For
this third group, college is wonderful fantasy place somewhere
between adolescence and adulthood where time stands still and
stories remain sacred and we can do those things we have always
watched and wondered about.

Most of my college Friday nights were spent
handing out with friends, drinking, laughing, and dancing. I
wouldn’t consider myself a slut in college. In fact, rarely did I
go home with anyone but my battery powered trustworthy toy that I
hid in the space between my wall and my mattress. Many offers were
tempting but the reality of the next morning was something that I
quickly learned I couldn’t handle well and it was a much better
idea to listen to my friends tell me all about their wild nights
with hot guys and even hotter girls. Weeks later they would also
tell me about the lines at the free health clinic and how they died
inside when someone else they recognized walked in the front door
as they walked out. No, the rare evenings when I would let my guard
down and give into the hot, begging pulls of that area below my
navel had to have two factors: ridiculously large amounts of
alcohol and next to impossible odds of ever seeing that person or
persons again. Lucky for me, Peri and Steve were around on the
inaugural evening of the ice luge and a bowl of mystery punch that
would be able to double as paint thinner in the morning. 

Peri was adorable. With her short brown hair
and huge green eyes, she was a young roller skating champion. She
was in her early twenties, squat and build like an Olympian but
with small firm breasts and legs that could crush just about
anything they were wrapped around. Her body was always perfect
thanks to her intense work out routines and she rarely indulged in
more than a drink or two but tonight she and Steve were celebrating
their medals and their last nights in the States. Peri was ready to
drink and let the night take her wherever it happened to
lead. 

Steve was Peri’s skating partner. He was
also build like a brick shit house. Powerful arms and legs and not
an ounce of fat on him. He had a dirty blonde head of hair that was
just long enough to move with their twists and turns but trimmed
short to keep him safe as he lifted Peri above his head almost
every day at practice. Steve had never had a girlfriend. He loved
skating and any one who knew him knew he loved Peri. Anyone but
Steve. He was a little clueless in that department.

The funny thing was Peri loved him too but
these two were not about to cross that line that partners know.
Once you get physical, you can’t ever go back. If it doesn’t work
out, you’ll ruin your partnership and in this case, their careers.
They weren’t about to give into what their bodies and hearts so
desperately wanted without a little push. That’s where the punch
and I come in. 

Peri and I had been childhood friends. Her
mom watched me after school while my mom worked until we were ten.
Then, Peri’s skating career took off and we kept in touch over the
years but only got to see each other a few times each year. Just
before I was about to graduate from Cal State Bakersfield, Peri and
Steve got invited to skate in Europe. They were about to begin
their training in France and then their four-year tour. We were
growing up and parting ways as life so often does to those who were
once close. I could see that Peri and Steve were passionately in
love with each other and that their giving in to each other would
not ever tear them apart, in fact, it would likely get Steve to ask
for her partnership in marriage and in life as well. I was
determined to get these two together tonight before I missed my
chance. I knew what I would have to do. I went and stood next to
the bar and began to drink my shots of courage. An hour later, I
went to find Peri.

Steve and Peri were standing in the corner,
laughing and looking longingly at one another, as I knew they would
be. They were at the party but clearly alone in their conversation.
I jumped in the middle of it and asked them to tell me all about
their new adventure. Steve had more to drink than Peri so he began
to tell me all the details of their packing, phone calls with their
new company, flight arrangements, etc. This could take a while, I
thought to myself. So, I told him that I couldn’t hear him very
well and we should find a quieter spot. I lead them both into my
dorm room and closed the door. Steve sat in the desk chair and Peri
and I plopped down on the bed. He kept talking about their trip as
though I was going to write a documentary about it. He was detail
oriented, I’d give him that but geez dude, learn to
summarize. 

The shots were kicking in and my panties
were beginning to burn up as I realized this was my chance to get
these two together while living out a fantasy I had secretly had
for years. It was hot in my room (as Bakersfield often is) so I
unbuttoned my shirt and stripped off my jeans and flopped back down
on the bed in my bra and panties. “That’s better,” I said, mostly
to myself but loud enough to be heard.