I like my apartment, it has a great view.

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But I never
expected to see the view I was treated too this morning. I
have
an Eastern view, 10th floor overlooking the beach. It’s a
great
apartment and on mornings when it’s warm and sunny,
practically

every day, I like to start my day by laying out on the
balcony
and catching a little sun. My tan is fantastic from my
forehead
to my toes, except for that annoying white band around my waist.

I haven’t had the nerve to do anything about that one. But I
now
have the courage to sunbathe topless, which is quite an
asset.
I gathered the necessary stuff for an
extended tan, lotion, a
thermos of coffee, and a romance novel, then lazily pranced
out
to my balcony in nothing but my bikini bottoms. If any
neighbors
took notice any more, they were so used to seeing me sunbathe

each morning that they simply glanced out and wandered away.
I
had a lot of male admirers, mostly on my own level or higher.

Actually, I had a few female admirers too, not that I cared.
It
was the angry wives that bothered me. Well maybe not as much
as
they should have, I thought with a smile.
I laid the towel on the chair positioned
everything within
easy reach, and flopped down to enjoy my morning. I was one
of
the lucky ones who didn’t have to hurry into an office, my
office
was at home and I did my best work between 10:00 o’clock pm
and

about three in the morning. I poured coffee, took a sip,
then
laid back with my eyes closed. The sound of cloth ruffling
in
the wind, something like a flag, brought my eyes open. I
looked
back and up to find a woman in a flowing one-piece dress
admiring
the view. She was one floor above me leaning out over the
railing, and I was looking right up her dress. She was naked
underneath.
She was unaware of me. She would have to
look down and to
her right to see me. I was directly under her neighbors balcony.

I watched the wind whipping the cloth up around her thighs,
wondering why I was looking, but still not looking away.
It’s
funny, I have never looked under a woman’s dress before and I
suddenly realized it was very erotic. Kind of like sampling
the
forbidden fruit, so to speak. Men must get a real kick out of
a
beaver shot. I’d have to remember that in the future.
The woman was very beautiful. She had
coal black hair and
ivory skin that had not seen much sunshine. A black-haired
woman

in Miami was rare. Most women poured blonde out of a bottle
like
an alcoholic poured scotch.
The woman smiled gently, thinking her own
private thoughts
while she bounced lightly against the railing. She shaded
her
eyes and looked out at the sun reflecting off the glittering
water.
She was VERY beautiful. I looked at the
long, smooth lines
of her legs, from the calves up to her firm, rounded thighs.
The
wind whipped her dress aside for a moment and I looked at her

perfectly rounded ass and the small tuft of black hair above
her
otherwise bare pussy. I could imagine how good that firm ass
would feel in my hands, soft skin, rock hard…
What was I talking about? What the hell
was I doing? I
couldn’t believe that I was laying there fantasizing about
another woman. That just wasn’t me. Was it the woman? Yes,
it
could be. I had seen thousands of beautiful women in Miami,
but
this one was different. Maybe because I was catching her at
an
unguarded moment. She was like a beautiful, ivory goddess

watching the sea.
The woman leaned slightly out over the
railing and looked
down past her feet at the pool and that’s when she saw me. I
was
so embarrassed that I could have died.
“Hi,” I said lamely, laying with my head
back, looking up at
her. She studied my heaving, naked chest and nicely tanned
body
for a moment before she smiled and nodded.
“Have you been here long?” she called as
she pushed her long
hair out of her face.

“Three years, more or less. How about
you?”
“Three days. This is really fantastic,”
she said, waving at
the water.
“Absolutely,” I agreed.
“Do you lay out like that every morning,”
she finally asked.
I knew that she was referring to my topless condition.
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Wonderful. I think I might do the same
thing, I really need
a tan,” she said, pulling the hem of her skirt up. Of course
I

had already seen her legs, ALL of her legs.
“You’re welcome to join me, I have an
endless supply of
coffee and hundreds of romance novels.”
“You like those things?” she asked,
wrinkling her nose.
“I write those things,” I said with a
smile.
“Ooops, sorry,” she covered her mouth in
embarrassment.
“No problem. Come on down, I’m
1020.”
“Ok, I’m in 1122,” she said needlessly.
I waved and she
disappeared. I had one thought that was uppermost in my
mind,

she was going to sunbathe on my balcony topless. Her chest
was
about the only thing I hadn’t seen yet. I really looked
forward
to it.
But I was disappointed. She showed up at
my door in the same
colorful dress, knocked, and came on in, hesitantly looking
around.
“I’m still out here,” I called, as she
squinted at the glass.
She nodded and made her way to the door. She stepped out,
looked
around, then hurried over to me.

“I’m Jennifer,” she said awkwardly,
extending her hand. I
wiped the suntan lotion off mine and shook it.
“I’m Pamela, nice to meet you. You’re
not dressed for
sunbathing.”
“No, my stuff hasn’t arrived yet. I’m
moving from Milwaukee,
and my suits are very midwest. I’d probably be laughed at here.

I plan to go shopping later.”
“With a body like yours you would never
be laughed at,” I
said enviously, “but you can use one of mine if you want.
They

even come with tops, if you like that kind of thing.”
“Oh, you’re a treasure,” she said
enthusiastically. “I was
too ashamed to ask. Are you famous?”
“Not really, I write under another name.
What do you do?”
“Stewardess until six months ago. Now
I’m living off daddy
until I find something else.”
“I wish I could live off daddy,” I said
climbing to my feet.
I adjusted my bottom with my thumbs, then nodded for her to
follow. My bare feet slapped on the cold cement, sounding
rather

obscene. I had to look behind me to make sure she was following.

She walked with quite little cat feet. It must have been one
of
the benefits of walking up and down a bouncing plane all day.
I
looked back again, about to apologize for the messy house,
which
wasn’t, of course, and found her staring at my ass. I looked
down self-consciously, thinking there was something on it.
Then
I realized that she was admiring it. I looked up and she
colored
in embarrassment.
“I… I was just admiring your figure,”
she said hesitantly.

“Me too, when you were up top,” I pointed
above me.
“Oh my, you must have had quite a view,”
she colored again.
“Yes it was… very memorable,” I nodded
with a smile.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be, you have a great body. I
actually enjoyed it,
which is strange. I’ve never done that before.”
“Done what?” she was confused.
“Admired another woman’s body.”
“I’m flattered,” she put her hand to her
chest.

“Ok, let’s see what I have,” I opened my
drawer and started
tossing suits on the bed. There were a couple of one-piece
suits, but for some reason when I was about to take one out,
my
fingers let go and slid it back to the back. That was
strange.
When a half-dozen bikini bottoms were
strewn across the bed I
closed the drawer and turned. She was rummaging through
them,
and finally settled on a skimpy solid blue number. It used to
be
one of my favorites, but I had become tired of it. Hell, I
had
become tired of all of them, that’s why they were in the
drawer.

Jennifer waved the bottom in the air.
“Can I use your
bathroom?”
“Right behind you,” I said carelessly. I
couldn’t wait to
see her come out. She had not asked for the top to the suit.

When she walked out I gasped in wonder.
“Oh lady, are those real?” I watched her
firm, motionless
tits as she advanced.
“It’s all me,” she held them up and let
them drop. They
barely moved.

“If you weren’t such a nice person I
could really hate you,”
I said, only half joking. Where did women get tits like that?

Mine looked like deflated balloons compared to hers. I had
spent
one summer in Menton France, where I frequented a nude beach
daily. I knew that only one woman in a thousand had natural
tits
like hers.
“Are you going to stand there staring at
me, or are we going
to sunbathe?” she asked with a shy smile.
“I can’t believe this,” I said in a
high-pitched squeal.

“The men in this building will never look at me again if I
let
you go out like that.”
“I could wear a top.”
“Don’t you dare,” I said and pulled her
forward. I helped
her set up another lounge chair, then grabbed a coffee cup
and
sugar. When I got back, she was spread out on her stomach.
I poured her coffee then stretched out on
my own chair.
“Pamela, I hate to bother you, but can
you do me,” she asked,
startling me out of a fantasy.

“I’ve certainly been thinking about it,”
I said, then glanced
up. She was holding a bottle of suntan lotion.
“Ooops,” I said with a giggle. It was my
turn to be
embarrassed.
“Now you’re being flattering,” she said,
handing me the
bottle.
“No, Jennifer, I think I was serious,” I
said thoughtfully,
“I don’t want to scare you off,” I said quickly, rubbing
lotion
over her back, “but you do something to me. I don’t know, I

can’t explain it. But don’t think I’m a lesbian, I have
never
even thought about it before.”
“I’ve thought about it,” she mused,
rocking in time with the
firm strokes of my hands, “you have to think about it when
you
are thrown together with a dozen other girls each night. But
I
never had the nerve to approach anyone about it. You can get
fired if you’re caught.”
“Do you still think about it?” I asked
gently.
“I’m thinking right now. It scares the
hell out of me. I’m

too embarrassed to even turn and look you in the face.”
I noticed that she was shaking. Then I
realized that I was
too. Were we making plans, or just talking? I couldn’t
believe
that I had just propositioned another woman, sort of. So
what
should I do next? I was new at this.
I glanced around at the neighboring
balconies. They were
deserted. Jennifer’s chair was far enough under the upper
balcony to be invisible to most of the neighbors. I looked
down
at the soft skin I was touching. Her ivory white skin
glistened

with suntan lotion now. It looked so inviting. I looked back
at
her long legs, stretched out and slightly parted. They were
so
perfect. With one more glance around, then one at the back
of
Jennifer’s lowered head, I slid down the chair and started
working suntan lotion into her lower calves. But my eyes were
on
the bikini bottoms which she filled out so nicely. My breath
came in harsh little gasps as I slowly moved my massaging
hands
up past her knees. She moved suddenly and I paused, but she
was
just lowering her face onto her hands.

I continued my slow massage, working my
way ever nearer to my
goal, the slender little band of blue material between her legs.

I wanted to hurry and touch it, but didn’t want to push my luck.

I would go slowly and watch for signs of disapproval.
I finally managed to work my way up her
inside thigh. I
rubbed the lotion in with a circular motion that let my
knuckles
briefly caress the blue band of material. She didn’t move.
I
was hoping for at least a sign that she liked it. But she
didn’t
give me a sign one way or the other, not even a sigh.

I was at a loss for a moment. I poured
more lotion into my
hands and rubbed it around, while I stared around at the
balconies once more. Then with shaking hands I pressed my
fingers into the back of each firm thigh and began to rub. I
gently increased the slow circles until they were pushing up
under the material at the back of her suit and massaging her
firm
ass. It was absolute heaven.
She moved suddenly and I paused in
horror, afraid that I had
gone too far.

“Maybe we should go inside,” she said in
a quite voice.
“Yeah, maybe we should. We don’t want to
give the neighbors
something to talk about,” I laughed weakly.
She finally glanced at me from the corner
of her eye in
embarrassment, then glanced quickly away as she led the way
inside. I wiped the excess lotion on my swimsuit and followed.

I was shaking so bad.
She paused in the living room.
“The bedroom is in there,” I said
hopefully. She knew where

it was, of course, I was just suggesting that we use it. She
glanced at the door for a moment, took a deep breath, and led
the
way to the bedroom. I was so excited I nearly wet myself. I
watched the sexy sway of her ass, anticipating the next few
hours. This entire scene was so far beyond what I had ever
fantasized about, that it was hard to realize that it was
really
me following this lovely woman into my bedroom. Of course
there
was one problem. Neither of us knew what to do.
Jennifer looked around, smiled to show
her approval of my

layout, then glanced at the bed uncomfortably.
“Pam, I don’t know what to do next,” she
whispered. “I don’t
think I can kiss another woman, so what’s left, groping in
the
dark?”
“You got me, Jennifer, but I’ll tell you
one thing, I’m so
horny right now I could do almost anything. Why don’t we
just
pick up where we left off, you lay down and I’ll give you a
nice
massage. If nothing else, it will relax you.”
“That sounds nice,” she said sweetly and
moved over to lay

face down on the bed.
“I don’t think you need this,” I said
bravely and hooked my
fingers into the waistband of her suit. I pulled and she
turned
to look at me, then reluctantly lifted up off the bed. I
pulled
the material down and waited for her to lift her legs, so I
could
pull it off and toss it aside.
There it was, pure heaven, all laid out
in front of me. A
vast expanse of ivory white female flesh, just waiting for me.
I
started at the back of her legs again and began to massage.
I

worked my way slowly up to her thighs, then slid my thumbs
down
so they brushed her cute little pussy with each stroke. She
sighed and grabbed my blankets in her small fists.
I moved up and laid on the bed between
her legs. My hands
moved up to massage her firm buttocks. They were amazing,
firm,
magnificently beautiful, and so soft to the touch. I lowered
my
face briefly while I massaged and sniffed, just inches from
her
pussy. Jennifer had a distinct female aroma that was similar
but
different from my own. I now had my face less than three
inches

from her pussy, while my hands continued to massage her ass.

I had never really seen a close-up view
of a pussy before, it
was fascinating. It was shaped like the lips of a clam, with
numerous intricate folds and wrinkles, and a slight trace of
moisture that glistened in the sunlight. She had removed all
the
hair around it, leaving only a little tuft of hair above her
pussy. The sweet little naked pussy looked so inviting, but
I
had to gather my nerve before I could take the next step.
Never
in my wildest dreams would I have ever believed that I would
be

in this position, but now I was about to taste a pussy for
the
first time in my life.
“You look really beautiful down here,” I
said quietly, trying
to break the suspense.
“Thanks,” she said with her chin resting
on her hands, not
looking back at me.
“How do you feel?”
“Nervous, excited, horny, scared,” she
said quietly.
I leaned forward and kissed the firm left
cheek of her ass.

She moaned and stiffened under that brief touch. I belatedly
remembered the suntan lotion and wiped my mouth on the back of
my
arm to get rid of the oil.
“Ugh, suntan lotion tastes like shit,” I
said in a disgusted
voice.
She giggled and finally looked back and
down so she could see
me. She suddenly straightened up and looked closer.
“Pam, can I roll over? I want to see
you.”
I nodded and rolled out of the way. She
quickly rolled over

on her back and spread her legs wide. I realized that she
was
ready, even if I wasn’t.
“Take off your suit too,” she said with a
smile.
I knew it was stupid to feel embarrassed,
but I did. I sat
up and pulled the suit down, then tossed it off the bed. She
held out her arms to me, so I slid up her body and fell into
her
embrace. She suddenly sought my lips with her own. I held
back
briefly, then surrendered and pressed my lips against hers.
It
was the best kiss I ever had. Wild, passionate, and very erotic.

A woman has such soft lips, I never realized that before. It
was
a long, passionate kiss that left us both extremely horny and
gasping for breath.
I broke the kiss and slid down her body
until I could face
those rock hard tits that had been poking me in the chest.
With
wild abandon I sealed my mouth around her right nipple and
began
to suck. In a moment I attacked her nipple with my tongue
and
watched her moan and arch her back. As I sucked and tongued,
I

let my hand slide up and down her body, enjoying the soft,
warm
skin against my hand.
This was a whole new experience, nothing
like making love to
a man. Everything about it was different. We were hotter,
more
nervous, and felt free to explore our own desires, enhance
our
own sensual experiences, rather than concentrating on pleasing
a
man. Men were like rockets, they started off stone cold,
exploded into a furry of action, then lay dormant and dead.
Women warmed up slowly building to a
frenzy of sexual

excitement one step at a time. Everything you did took her
one
step higher. Then, after her orgasm, she cooled down slowly
and
gently, but was usually ready to go around again at the drop of
a
hat. Two sexually excited women were the most compatible
creatures on Earth.
All this was going through my head when I
suddenly realized
that I was back where I had started. I was staring at the
silky
lips of Jennifer’s pussy.
“I’m going to try it,” I said softly, but
firmly.

“Are you sure?” Jennifer lifted her head
to look down at me.
“It looks so sweet,” I said breathlessly
as I watched,
mesmerized by the newness of the experience. “I wouldn’t be
the
first one, millions of women have tried it and love it,” I
said,
stalling for time.
“You don’t have to if you…”
I slid forward and suddenly pressed my
lips against her hot
flesh. I kissed it soundly, as I had her mouth, then slid my
tongue in partway. Jennifer gasped and stiffened, letting out
a

little squeal of excitement.
I tasted the juices my tongue had
collected, deciding I liked
it.
“Not bad,” I said in surprise. “Not bad
at all. I could get
used to this.”
“Do it again,” Jennifer begged. I smiled
and pressed my
mouth against her warm mound. She gasped and grabbed the
blankets in both fists. My tongue roamed freely inside
Jennifer
this time with no reservations. I had worried that I would
find

it repulsive and have to leave Jennifer hot and horny, but now
my
fears were past. I was going to enjoy myself. It might be
the
only chance I ever got to eat another woman.
I spread her pussy apart with my thumbs
and looked inside in
wonder. A pussy was very interesting when you looked at it
up
close. I found a tiny envelope inside and recognized it
immediately. I extended my tongue and searched for the
little
bud inside the envelope. As I worried it with my tongue,
Jennifer squealed and thrashed on the bed. I puckered my
lips

and sucked the little bud into my mouth, then tongued the end
of
it while I continued to suck. Jennifer when crazy, thrashing
around and humping her sex against my mouth. I decided that
she
liked it so much that I would continue to attack her clit for
a
while. When her orgasm began to build I let go of the little
bud. Jennifer cried out and reached for my head, trying to
pull
me back into her pussy.
“No, not yet,” I commanded. “Roll
over.”
“Please,” she begged.

“No. Now roll over,” I said again,
slapping her on the side
of her ass. As she started to roll over I hoped out from
between
her legs, watching the perfect, firm, little ass turning over
in
front of me.
“What are you going to do?” she asked in
a sullen voice.
“Everything. Everything I have ever
heard of or dreamed of,”
I said, crawling back between her outspread legs. I fell down
on
my stomach and placed one hand on each firm ass cheek.
Before
she could stop me I lowered my face, extended my tongue, and

pressed it against her anus.
“Oh Pam, no,” she objected, dropping her
face against the
blankets. I continued to probe her ass, ignoring her objections.

I knew she would change her tune shortly. Only one man had
ever
done this to me before, and try as I may I could never get
another to do it. Now I was doing it to Jennifer.
“Even your ass is sweet,” I said in
surprise. “Relax and let
me in,” I commanded and pressed my tongue firmly against the
little pink ring. I pressed as hard as I could, but barely

entered at all. Jennifer was resisting. I raised my hand
and
slapped the cheek of her ass soundly. She screamed,
tightened
her ass momentarily, then automatically relaxed it. I
plunged
ahead. I felt her ass tighten around my wiggling tongue
again,
but I was part way in now. I raised a hand again and brought
it
down on the other cheek. She screamed and shot up off the
bed,
and when she relaxed I pressed my tongue in even more.
Satisfied
with my progress I settled down and began probing her ass
enthusiastically. At first her ass tightened each time I
moved

my tongue, but eventually it relaxed and I shoved it in all
the
way. I knew what I was doing was disgusting. I would
probably
be revolted when my horniness wore off, but right now I loved
it,
and so did Jennifer. She was moaning into the blankets,
moving
her ass against my face in time with my tongue fucking her
ass.
“My ass is burning up inside,” she
whispered, her words
muffled by the blanket. “It’s so disgusting, but feels so
good,”
she sighed. While I held her ass cheeks apart with one hand,
I
slid the other down and began thumbing her pussy with the
other.

Jennifer panted breathlessly into the
blanket, pressing her
ass back against my face to meet the probing strokes of my
tongue. I was wiggling my tongue around inside her ass
freely
now, with little resistance. It was so hot inside. I didn’t
even mind the musty taste. My main problem was that I wanted
to
be eaten too. My pussy was burning up and dripping all over
my
expensive blankets.
I decided to finish her and hope that she
was brave enough to
do me. It may have been safer to attempt a 69 while she was

burning with passion and would have done almost anything, but
I
wanted to see that gorgeous face between my legs sucking on
my
little blonde butter clam.
I pulled my tongue out gently and watched
the ass hole close
up.
“Roll over,” I said, giving her ass a
little slap. I could
see the previous marks left by my hand. They were still pink
from my spanking. She quickly rolled over and spread her
legs
wide with a direct look and quick smile. I looked her in the

eyes as I lowered my open mouth to her pussy and sucked it
brutally. She groaned and rolled on the bed, in pain and
pleasure. I relented and plunged my tongue inside her. She
stiffened with a hiss and pulled my face into her groin.
My quick tongue battered her still little
clit. Jennifer
squealed and arched her back, throwing her head from side to
side. I continued my assault on her little bud until she
grabbed
my face, holding it with both hands, while humping her sex
against my mouth. She breathed in squealing little grunts,

sounding more like an animal than a beautiful young woman.
“I’m going to cum in your mouth,” she
suddenly hissed.
I nodded and applied a light suction
while strumming her
clit. She gasped, tossing herself around on the bed until
she
suddenly clamped her legs tightly around my head and
squealed,
stiffening every muscle in her body. I put one hand on each
cheek of her ass and held her pussy in place as she tossed,
bucked, and rolled. After a few more seconds I stopped
strumming
her clit and applied a light suction to her agonized pussy

without moving my mouth. She seemed to come again and again
while my mouth filled with her salty lubricant. By the taste
I
wasn’t sure it was all lubricant, but I didn’t mind.
It seemed to take hours for her to
finally relax on the bed,
exhausted and sweating. I simply watched her face change
expressions with my mouth still clamped over her pussy. She
suddenly looked down and reached for me. I released my hold
on
her pussy reluctantly and slid up her body for a passionate
kiss.
“Your turn,” she said to my joy and
relief. “I’m going to do

something that one of my boyfriends liked to do on me. He
called
it the bowling ball technique.”
“It doesn’t involve a real bowling ball,
does it?” I asked as
I maneuvered around and took her place on the bed.
“No, not quite. You’ll see.”
In a hurry to get started, she
impatiently pushed my legs
apart and turned until she was straddling one of my
outstretched
legs. She lowered her face without hesitation and began
licking
my hot, slippery pussy flesh with wild abandon. I laid back
with

my arms and legs thrown wide, enjoying the feeling of her
tongue
between my legs. It was absolutely wonderful. As a writer
words
come easy to me, but there is no way to describe the feeling of
a
woman’s soft lips and knowing tongue touching you every place
you
want to be touched. There are no wasted motions, no waiting
until a man get’s back to the place you want to be licked, a
woman dives right in and licks you right where you need it.
Her tongue did a rapid dance from the top
to the bottom of my
pussy, then side to side as it worked it’s way down and back
up

again, touching my clit frequently to keep me very hot. Her
middle finger slid inside my pussy and churned the juices and
flesh for a moment, then withdrew. I cried out in
disappointment, then felt the same finger at the entrance to
my
anus. It entered gingerly, since she had long nails, and
finally
slid inside me with little pain. Next I felt her thumb slide
inside my pussy, move around a bit, then slid in and out of me.

In a moment she slid a finger first in my ass, then my pussy,
in
a seesaw movement. I was being double fucked by two fingers
on

her hand, and it felt wonderful. Her tongue was now
concentrating on my clit and the top of my pussy.
I could hear the squishy sounds of her
tongue and finger
inside me. It was very exciting. They were the only sounds
in
the room other than my harsh breathing and low moans.
I looked at her kneeling body just a few
feet away on my
right. I tried to pull her closer so I could suck on her
pussy,
but she pulled away. I satisfied myself with massaging her
sweet, firm ass.

While I played with her ass with one
hand, I used my left
hand to pull my breast close to my mouth so I could suck on
my
nipple. It hurt a little to stretch it that far, but the
feeling
my lips were causing on my nipple added fire to my loins.
Not
that it needed any help. My pussy was on fire. There was
fire
in my ass, pussy, and stomach. Her tongue was causing my
pelvis
to jerk involuntarily each time it crossed my clit. I tried
to
grind my pussy against her mouth, but she held me down firmly
with her left hand.

I suddenly realized that she was being so
strict because we
both had to be in just the right position for her to have
access
to my ass and pussy. With this in mind I tried something
different. I slid two of my fingers into her juicy pussy,
and
she didn’t object. Sliding them in and out enthusiastically,
I
finally withdrew my index finger and touched her puckered
asshole. She whimpered slightly as my finger slid inside. In
no
time I was reaming her pussy and ass just like she was
reaming
mine. Her ass swayed in the air and I watched it,
fascinated,

while I pumped my fingers inside her.
She paused with her own ministrations and
I suddenly felt
something different. Before I knew it there were two fingers
inside my asshole, splitting me apart.
I groaned and arched my back as the
determined fingers wormed
their way up inside me. I could feel them clear to my stomach.

The combined efforts of her fingers, thumb, and mouth, created
a
burning fire that blended together in my entire lower body.
After a while I was not sure which instrument was creating
which

fire, but it was all absolutely wonderful.
“Jennifer, I’m going to cum big,” I
whispered partially in
warning.
I looked down and watched her sweet mouth
working on my hot,
bare pussy. She was putting all her concentration into making
me
cum, working her mouth around, snaking her tongue here and
there,
tasting, touching, and brutalizing my clit. I felt her tongue
at
the entrance to my pee hole working on it as if trying to
gain
entrance, then her puckered lips were suddenly sucking on my

clit. I exploded without warning. It started off with a
growing
scream while my legs started shaking violently. Then my
pussy
started bucking against her mouth, my back arched and I was in
a
full-blown orgasm. I threw my left leg over her head and
pulled
her tight into my pussy while I worked my fingers inside her
savagely. I was not worried about hurting her any more, I
just
wanted to make her cum like I was.
With two fingers working in my ass and a
thumb in my pussy
touching them through my thin membrane, it took away some of
the

intensity that her mouth had been creating. Now it all
exploded
into one big molten ball of fire. I screamed with wild
abandon
as I thrashed around on my bed. I could feel the coldness of
my
expended juices against my back where they had pooled on my
sheets. I could feel her soft leg touching my own right leg,
and
feel the intense heat of her pussy and ass around my fingers.
It
all led to the biggest, longest, most mind-shattering cum I
had
ever had in my entire life.
Each time I was about to relax she would
begin feasting on my

mound again and give me another immediate orgasms. It seemed
it
would never stop, but I had to stop her when I came for the
fifth
time. It was getting to be just too much.
When she finally withdrew her fingers and
mouth from my
crotch I sprang up off the bed and crawled around to push my
face
into her upturned ass. Her pussy was sopping wet from my
extended finger fuck. I slid my face into her pussy and
licked,
with the folds trying to engulf my face. My nose was pressed
into her wet hole while my mouth and tongue sucked and licked
her

stiffened clit. She panted into my sheets while I brutalized
her
upturned ass. It didn’t take long for her to grunt, then
scream
as I brought her to orgasm again. When she settled down we
both
fell to the bed and looked at each other.
We were a mess. After a blank stare we
began laughing at the
horrible mess we had made of ourselves.
“I’ll take the shower, you can have the
bath tub,” I offered.
“Ok. I’m sure not going back to my
apartment like this.”
“Don’t go, stay for dinner. In fact why
don’t you sleep over

and we can try this again more gently, make it last all night
if
we want.”
“I’d like that, I really would,” she said
with some surprise.
“At least we know what to do now.”
“Well some of it, anyway. I’m sure we
can find more ways of
doing it. Maybe we can go out orgy shopping.”
“What?”
“You know, oriental cucumbers, the long,
narrow kind, and one
of those slender rolls of salami. I’m sure we can find quite
a

bit of pleasure at the supermarket, if we use our
imaginations.”
“You mean like a banana split, and you
provide the split?”
“Yeah, you’ve got the idea,” I said,
laughing.

We ambled into the bathroom together,
content and excited.
We had opened up a new world for ourselves, one we couldn’t
wait
to explore. And I planned to explore Jennifer to the fullest
extent over the next few weeks.

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