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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 069
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A fulllength novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
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Chapter 69
Discovery


Helen had put in a long hard day shift at McGinty's and was somewhat
disheartened at not seeing Big Al at some point. He'd said all of the right
things during his departure on Sunday afternoon, but she was still uncertain
of her ability to hold onto the big lug. Just after she let herself in, a
pair of loud groans emanated from the den, followed by the flash of a
camera. Helen dropped her coat and purse in the living room, and stole to
the doorway to the den.

There she beheld a strange sight. Denise was on her knees, kneeling
on a sheet with her top off, obviously just finishing giving a blowjob to a
tall, darkhaired boy. Dina Nellis was similarly engaged with young Bobby
(there was an undercurrent of embarrent as she remembered their
relationship, now that she was involved with his father). And Denise's new
boyfriend, who had seemed to be such a nice boy, was wandering around,
wielding a camera!

As Helen watched, Denise's boyfriend (Eddie?) took a couple more
pictures, and announced, "Okay, that's got it!"

Helen lowered the boom, "Good, you want to tell me what this is all
about?"

Everyone jumped about a foot. "Momma!" Denise squealed. "I We Uh!"

Dina was up like a shot, dashing over to Helen. "Okay, okay, take it
easy. There IS an explanation for all this, and I'm gonna provide it!"

Helen regarded her daughter skeptically over Dina's shoulder. "I
thought you were done with all this?" Denise colored. Helen turned to
Eddie, "And I thought YOU were the instrument of her deliverance!" Now
Eddie blushed.

"That's as good a place to start as any," Dina said easily. While
everybody admired her ability to remain unruffled, Dina continued, "Neesey
wasn't QUITE finished. She'd made a commitment to Toddie here (indicating
the now blushing Todd), then welshed on it VERY publicly. Toddie needed to
have his rep repaired, and there needed to be absolutely no question that
the event happened thus the pictures. We added Bobby as a witness, since
pictures can be doctored."

"And you?" Helen asked, smirking.

Dina dimpled, "I just couldn't resist."

"Uh, I'd like to say something." Eddie announced, diffidently.

"Go ahead," responded Helen.

"Denise isn't giving up sex that was part of the ground rules we
started dating under. Denise needs a man who can handle it if she wanders a
bit. I knew that going in. Even if I'm her main squeeze, she may want
more, periodically. I'm committed to that attitude, and uh I'd like to
be able to prove it."

Helen glanced over and took in Denise, still kneeling, her heart
pouring out through her eyes as she gazed at Eddie. "How?" she asked.

"Uh, with a picture. Anybody that looks at it will know I understand
and approve."

Helen tilted her head. "I'm intrigued."

"Cool!" Dina gushed, "What's the plan?"

Eddie pondered, "I thought maybe Denise could stay as she is. Todd
can come around and stand on her right, and can we borrow Bobby for a
sec?"

Dina looked to Bobby, who nodded. "Sure!"

"Okay," Eddie continued, "Denise can hold a hard cock in each hand;
I'll go around behind her and rub her shoulders..."

"That is SO UTTERLY COOL!" Dina exploded.

Helen had to admit, it was one hell of a gesture. Eddie turned to
her, "Would you take the picture?" Helen nodded, and accepted the camera.
What a nice boy!

"Of course," Dina noted diffidently, "We have to get the cocks hard
again..."

Denise grinned and began jacking Todd's cock, which she had yet to let
go of, despite the disruption. Dina ran over and knelt to bring Bobby's
cock back to life. Given their young ages, both boys were erect rather
quickly. Dina acted as stage manager, placing them while Eddie moved up
behind Denise and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. "Okay!" Dina
shouted, "Everybody smile!"

Emulating Eddie, Helen took two pictures, from slightly different
locations. When she was done, Denise jumped up and kissed Eddie, mashing
him to her wet breasts, crying openly. After a couple of minutes, she got
control of herself. "Momma!" she announced, "I've got to reward my man!"

Helen smiled gently. She agreed with her daughter; this one was
special! "Take him upstairs, then." Turning to the others she roared, "The
rest of you characters, get outta here! I've got stuff to do, and despite
appearances, I'm not running a whorehouse!"

They got.

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DISCLAIMER

This is a piece of fiction. Its characters have not even
contemplated such things, mostly because said characters
do not exist. Any imagined resemblance to people living
or deceased is either the result of dementia on the
reader's part or that the reader is, in fact, a character
this story. None of these are conditions to be proud of,
and it would not be wise to draw attention to one's self
by claiming any similarity.

It is assumed that readers of this story have the
permission of the state, mom, dad, and pastor and are
able to tell the difference between real and make
believe. Furthermore, the writer is fully aware that he
is bound for hell, but welcomes both praise or/and well
thoughts out, humourous insults on his writing skill.
Note: he already knows he cannot spell warth shet.

The events and descriptions of this story are the
sole property of Kenny N Gamera and should not be
recorded, reposted, or profited from in anyway without
express written permission of the person hiding behind
that pen name. Reposting and free archiving will be
tolerated given the writer's name and address remains
attached. Archiving by Deja.Com, Remarque, and
/ is assumed and encouraged.

Thanks go to Jack Fleming for his editing. Remember,
the fuckups still belong to me.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
turtlemeat69

Repossessed Teacher
by
Kenny N Gamera

Poor Alex was having an extremely bad day. Then
again, he had been having a string of ninety extremely
bad days. It had started when Jenny dropped pictures of
him fucking a seventeenyearold niece at the family
reunion on his desk. Betrayed once again by his ever
raging hard on, he had the choice of two options: one)
Jenny could squeal like a stuck pig on his misdoing or
two) she could squeal like a stuck pig on his ten inch
long, cokecan thick tool and, in addition, she actually
passed algebra. Since then, Alex had been sex slave to a
hot sixteen year old high school student at Gill Thorp
Jr. High where he was on his knees in his own classroom
licking her, wearing nothing but a pair of novelty
underpants.

With the face of an elephant on them.

And... well, if you can't figure out the rest, you're
just too hopeless.

Still, it wasn't as bad as the girls' basketball team.

His head was hidden beneath the short tan, patterned
dress she wore. The front moved with the motions his
licking made at her young pussy. The back pulsed with
the movements of his hands, kneading her cute ass cheeks.
She kept her hands locked to where Alex's ears would most
likely be beneath their shroud.

Occasionally, he would ease one or both of his hands
away from Jenny's tight teen butt. With his fingertips,
he caressed the backs and sides of her tanned thighs. He
also tickled the back of her knees before gently trailing
down to her ankles and back up her thin, athletic calves.

After having a third orgasm, Jenny pulled Alex
upright. She took him to his desk where, with quick
movements and skill surprising in such a young girl, she
used several lengths of clothesline to tie him down on
the desk. She attached his arms and legs to each of the
desk legs. The important parts were left exposed and
upright. Then, she climbed up on the desk to mount him.

"Oh, damn!" She looked down at his underwear
realizing her mistake and pulling open his desk drawer.
"I'll guess I'll have to do something about those, Mr.
Goas."

With careful snips of the scissors she had pulled from
the drawer, Jenny cut the trunk off the elephant's face.
She had leaned down to get a close look at her work. The
proximity of her full lips to his cock must have given
Alex an idea.

"Miss Jenny, could you owwie!!"

"Mr. Goas," Jenny said after a slap on the exposed
underside of his wrists. "I said no talking. Now, I'll
have to get my underpants."

She hopped off the desk and padded over in her bare
feet to where she had left her panties laying on the
floor. Her loose minidress swung every which way as she
skipped back to Alex. The panties went into Alex's mouth
(he had the sense not to protest). As he watched, Jenny
pulled a thick roll of maskingtape from his desk and
placed a strip over his mouth to keep the gag in place
(and losing several style points in the process).

In short order, she was back on the desk spreading her
tanned, tennis player legs. She lowered herself onto
her captive teacher's very large erection. Slowly, she
twisted down onto his meat, teasing him with the
movements more than trying to get him in. She finally
began pumping her hard, teenage body up and down on his
raging hard on, the motion making her unrestrained tits
sway under her dress. The teen wore a d look of
ecstasy on her face. Not that poor Alex could tell; she
had positioned herself so that he could see no more than
her long blonde hair, the back of her dress, and the, by
this time, familiar undersides of her slim feet.

Using the strong legs which youth and sport had
blessed her with, Jenny raised and lowered herself with
long strokes. She moved with a quick, jerky rhythm as if
keeping time with some rock song she had playing in her
head. Though hidden from view by her clothing, the up
stroke surely left no more than the head of Alex's hard
cock in her cunt. She groaned with each down stroke as
it hit the deepest parts of her sex and pushed just a
little beyond. Her breasts, unrestrained by a bra,
jiggled in sympathy with her bouncing.

Alex could do little more than tense to the teen's
.

She stopped after a few minutes as another orgasm
shook her. Alex tried to push himself up into her, but
his bonds prevented the movement and held him fixed to
his desk. She paused for, maybe, a moment too long for
the feeling to calm down, but long enough for the need
she had built up in her toy to die down.

"That was very nice Mr. Goas. A few more like that
and I might let you cum today."

She began to fuck Alex again. This time she was less
earnest about it, and it didn't look quite as sexy.
Fortunately, I had everything on videotape and thus,
decided at this point to break things up.

"Having fun with my husband, Jenny?" I said as I
walked from the supply closet. Alex's eyes bulged in
blind panic. Autoresponse excuses started to pour
uncontrollably and unintelligibly into his panty/gag.
Jenny, of course, was calm.

"Hello, Mrs. Goas."

"It's Ms. Gamera, Jenny." I delivered my reply with a
flat tone.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Gamera," she answered with her eyes
turned down. I could tell that she had finally guessed
something was wrong. "What brings you over here?"

"Oh, my husband." I picked up a wooden ruler from the
desk drawer, which Jenny hadn't closed. It was a nice
heavy one, not one of those cheap ones they sell at back
to school sales.

"What about your husb owwie!!"

Her up and down motions had stopped, so I had, not so
gently, slapped Jenny's cute behind. Then, I swatted her
again, just to hear her squeal. "I didn't give you
permission to quit fucking my husband, Jenny. You can
fuck and talk at the same time, can't you?" I said in a
very polite voice. I slapped her again. "Come on; back
to work."

She resumed her fucking, but without the enthusiasm
she had shown before my interruption. That was to be
expected. Alex, however, had the good sense to not lose
his hard on, or else she would have been having a rough
time of it.

"Now, we need to talk..." I started as I played with
the shoulder straps of her dress.

"Ms. Gamera, I can expl owwie!"

"Jenny," I said pointing the ruler at her, "right now
you fuck; I talk."

I waited until she resumed with the old in and out
before continuing, "Now, three months ago, you told me
that you wanted to rent my poor little Alex as your sex
slave for the school year. What did I say?"

Jenny moved in just short little fucks, and tears
began to flow down her cheeks. "You said it would cost
me two hundred dollars a month."

I decided that her dress was just too cute to ruin.
Instead of cutting the straps, I lifted it off her body.
As I removed it, she tensed a little but did not fight
me. I watched her exposed breasts bounce delightfully
with the slight movements of her body on my husband's
dick. I balled up the dress and threw it with Alex's
things on the floor.

"Now, I helped you set my husband up," I smiled down
at Alex; the look on his face was so precious that I
almost started to giggle at his shock. "gave you a few
pointers, and have stayed out of your pretty blonde hair
for the last three months.

"I just want to know; where is my money?"

"Well, Ms. Gamera, I owwie!"

"Keep fucking, Jenny."

"Sorry, Ms. Gamera. I don't have it!"

"Jenny, you earn two hundred a week at Veronica's
Secrets in the mall. Plus, there's what you make from
giving your father's friends blowjobs. You should have
plenty of money."

"But it's so expensive being a spoiled teenager!"
whined Jenny almost forgetting, again, to fuck Alex.
Tired of her faltering performance anyway, I slapped her
bare, tanned butt cheeks (narrator's note: wears thong
swimwear) once more with a pleasant sounding smack.
"Owwie, I thought I could cut back on the shoes, but..."

"Well, I'm afraid I'll just have to take my husband
back."

"Wait, I still have the pictures and he was with a
minor and..."

"Nope, I made some changes on those and posted them on
a web site I keep. It would just look like you took some
photos off the web and doctored them."

I smiled an evil little smile at her. She just pumped
and down on her perch automatically. Her face was
screwed up into a look of desperate worry (her eyes held
back tears, her mouth trembled, etc.). Alex just laid
there, like the good boy he can be when he sets his mind
to it.

Finally, Jenny wailed out, "But he's so good!"

"I've noticed. He is my husband, after all," I said
with a smile. "But I didn't say I was going to cut you
off completely. It's just from here on out, you get him
by the night (Jenny's eyes lit up as she rode up on
Alex's shaft) at maybe a hundred a night."

Jenny just deflated with the next down stroke. I
reached out for her left breast. With my index finger, I
traced the small triangle shape of her tan line.

"But I'm sure we can work it out in kind." She looked
down shyly at my hand as I tweaked her nipple. I added
with a wink, "I hope you can eat pussy. Also, there is
the matter of your debt to pay off. Could you come over
to our place around nine tonight?"

"Yes, ma'am." She paused in her fucking (which I
chose to forgive, momentarily) then said, "Before you
take him back, I have a favour to ask."

"Yes? and keep fucking, dear."

"Well, at this party I went to, I saw this chick in
chain mail clean a toilet with some guy's head and I
wanted to..."

"Nope. Right now, just finish my husband off and see
that he gets dressed. Anything else, we discuss
tonight." I gave my Alex a peck on the cheek. "I'll be
waiting in my car, honey; I'll drive you home."

Ten or eleven minutes later, my poor, poor, poor, poor
Alex reached my beamer and let himself in the passenger
side.

"I'm in trouble, aren't I, Mistress Kendra," he asked
without looking at me.

"No, this was my game, Alex. So, you weren't
cheating. Heck, I even blackmailed my niece to do you at
the reunion." He sagged into his seat in apparent
relief. "However, I may have Jenny do some housework
tonight; the toilets need cleaning."

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Saucy Wench #5: Chinese Fortune Nookie (F/F, Asian, shave)[1/1]

Chinese Fortune Nookie (A Saucy Wench Adventure, #5)
1998, by WenchSaucyaol

I was dining in a Chinese restaurant with a male companion. An
acquaintance who had pestered me to go to dinner with him so many
times that I finally relented. He was an interesting enough
conversationalist, and the food was good, so I was glad I accepted.
But he was flirting enough that I knew he was going to make a pass.
Which I would try to sidestep gracefully; no interest here.
I'm about 5 foot 5, 110 pounds, late 20's. Mid-length brown hair and
brown eyes. Slim, but a good figure. Perky. Cute. That's how I'm
usually described.
I was chasing my last few shrimp down with my chopsticks,
and playing with the rice while I continued to use up the
pot of hot tea, adding enough sugar packets to cause comment
from my date. And there was still a potsticker left! I wolfed
it down. Did I mention I love Chinese food? Meanwhile, he continued
to make small talk.
I found my gaze drawn to our waitress. She was a short haired
Chinese girl, petite and pretty with an elven face. Dressed in
typical conservative fashion for a waitress at a Chinese restaurant, her
figure was slim but there was something very sexy about her. She
smiled, and when she spoke she was friendly and bashfully shy at the
same time. She spoke English well though, so it didn't seem to be
awkwardness with the language. Just a reservedness, that still
didn't hide a good-natured aura that she broadcast. Cute.
We got our fortune cookies. His read, YOU HAVE GREAT
PHYSICAL POWERS AND AN IRON CONSTITUTION. Mine read,
NOW IS THE TIME TO TRY SOMETHING NEW.
We played the Fortune Cookie game.
You know the Fortune Cookie game, don't you? You simply add
the phrase "in bed" to the end of any Fortune Cookie.
Instant double entendre! Usually to hilarious results.
Highly recommended, especially if you're ever dining out
with about six people at a Chinese restaurant, everyone
reads their fortune aloud and adds that phrase.
Of course, my dinner companion used that as a lead-in
for more flirting. I tried to remain non-committal.
He excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Our waitress came by the table to take away some plates,
and asked if I wanted anything for dessert.
I smiled wickedly. "No, I couldn't eat anything else.
Well, almost anything." I looked at her directly in the eyes
and smiled. She looked at me puzzledly, also smiling.
I couldn't tell whether she just didn't understand what I meant,
or if she was wondering if I was flirting with her.
She smiled uncertainly, then reached across to get some
more dishes.
"What do you think of my fortune?" I asked.
She looked down. "Now is the time to try something new."
She glanced quizzically in the direction of the bathrooms.
I shook my head. "No, I don't think that's what it meant."
There was a pause. What the heck, I thought.
"But I do so like eating Chinese....food." I said.
This time I locked eyes with her, and licked my lips.
Her eyes widened, and she looked a little flustered.
My companion returned, and she hurried away.
She brought the check a few minutes later, and
my date got his credit card out. She continued to keep
herself busy at nearby tables, wiping them off, straightening
napkins, but I could feel her gaze on me periodically. I
made sure he gave her a more than generous tip.

A few weeks later I was pushing a shopping cart through
a supermarket. As usual, I'd gotten the one with a bad wheel.
"Now is the time to try something new." said a soft voice behind
me. I turned around, and it was her. She was dressed in
tennis shoes, jeans, and a plain white T-shirt. She looked
very fresh and vibrant.
I gestured to the plastic wrapped eggrolls in my basket
from the Deli. "Here I am, with a hankering to eat some
Chinese again..."
She giggled, and again, I wasn't sure whether she got the
innuendo, or was just politely responding the way you do when
someone says something that seems to be meant humorously.
Her name was Susan (I admit, I expected something more exotic
and Chinese). We chatted a bit. There was something about
her that really turned me on. She was 22. I'd thought she
was maybe 19.
After awhile, since we did both have carts
full of groceries, there was that awkward pause when we both
knew it was time to move on but not sure how to gracefully
part ways. I mentioned that I was going to work out later
this afternoon at my fitness club. She expressed an interest,
and I asked if she wanted to join me as my guest. No, she
couldn't today, she said, she had to work. But there was
something about the way she said it that seemed wistful. I wrote
down my phone number on a slip of paper. "Well, give me a call if you
want a workout some evening." Again her dark eyes widened, and she
looked away, but quickly glanced back with a look that seemed
inquiring; I sensed an interest. And I think she knew I was flirting
with her.

Three or four days later I got home from work, and the
phone rang. It was Susan. She wanted to go to the fitness
center with me. We arranged to meet there.
She was waiting in the parking lot when I got there.
Sweatpants, T-shirt, and tennis shoes. We did a few
different exercise machines, and ran a treadmill. Worked up
a good sweat. After about 45 minutes, I got some towels.
"Let's hit the showers." She looked at me appraisingly.
A few minutes later, in the locker room, she shyly peeled
off her clothes. I followed suit. I unabashedly examined
her naked body. Trim, a little boyish, but very pretty.
She had small breasts like mine, and was a couple of inches
shorter than I was. She looked very innocent..and very sexy.
On an otherwise pale body, she had a beautiful thatch of pubic hair,
as jet black as that on her head. She was hairier down there
than I would have imagined. I myself was recently shaved
(not by myself!). She was looking me up and down too as we
stepped into the showers and soaped up. But she was trying to
do it out of the corner of her eye. I didn't hide, as the warm
water hit me, I stretched luxuriously, arms above my head, up on my
tiptoes, arched my back, raised my chin and with eyes closed offered
myself to the cascade of water. As I soaped up, I made a show of
washing my breasts, between my legs, and I bent over a couple of
times to soap up my legs and feet, pointing my ass at her one
time, another time facing towards her, my small breasts hanging
down, rivulets of water dripping off them and my hair.
Afterwards, I took her hand and led her to the sauna.
We sat, towels wrapped around us, covering our breasts.
We were alone. I started kneading her shoulders, her neck,
running my fingers down her back, tracing her shoulderblades,
her backbone. She shivered, despite the sauna heat. I pushed the towel
down to get at the small of her back. We were both covered in a sheen
of fresh sweat. She closed her eyes, enjoying my massage. "I love
backrubs!" she cooed.
"Have you ever been with a woman before?" I said.
She looked shyly downward. "Not..not with a Caucasian."
"But you have ---?" She nodded.
Well, I wasn't corrupting the innocent then.
I reached around, ran my fingers over her breasts, in smaller
and smaller circles that ended up on her nipples, which I
squeezed gently. They were already hard.I snuggled up to her,
my towel falling, my pussy against her ass, my legs around
hers on the bench. I reached down from her breasts, ran
my fingers through her pubes, then started to toy with her
pussy and clit. She started sighing softly.
She turned and our mouths met, and her tongue darted
in and out. She slowly traced a line downward with her
tongue, down my chin, my neck, between my breasts, across
my smooth tummy, and when she got between my legs, she started
licking me down there. I stared down at her pretty face,
and continued to stroke her neck and back.
Suddenly we heard voices outside the sauna. We
straightened up, she snatched her tongue out of my snatch,
we grabbed our towels, and the door banged open. In walked
two women in their 40's, and not very attractive ones at that.
I felt all flushed, and when they looked at us, I wondered at
first if there was something about us that telegraphed what
we had been doing. But I finally decided no, we probably
just looked like any two disheveled sweaty girls in a sauna.
We exited a few minutes later. Instantly the moisture
on me turned cold and clammy. As we passed a toilet stall,
Susan pushed open the slightly ajar door and pulled me in,
closing it behind her. I looked around at our small space.
It looked reasonably clean; I don't ordinarily like to
cavort in a public bathroom. She put down the lid of the
toilet, and sat me down. She started frigging
my pussy, first two, then three fingers. She had small hands,
and slim wrists and arms. But what she did next surprised
me. She was opening me wider and wider, using her other hand
to hold my pussy lips open, while her fingers invaded me.
After a few minutes of this, she worked her entire hand into
my pussy. I felt opened wide and very filled. It was a
little painful, but it was also a unique sensation. As many
times as I'd been with women, none had ever done this before.
I looked down. It was very strange, her arm led right between
my legs, and her thin wrist disappeared into my pussy. It
looked really bizarre, like an amputee or something. But
I could tell her hand was there; she worked me from the inside.
My opening was stretched wide, it gaped lewdly. I bit my lip to keep
from crying out. After a few minutes I came so hard the
room swam for a minute, I felt lightheaded. I had my arms
around her, and I bit her shoulder gently to keep silent.
I slowly came back to my senses, her warm flesh pressed against
me. She pulled her hand out, with a audible noise. I felt
a void down there, like my sex was a living thing, left hungry
and gasping when its meal was withdrawn from it. Vocalizing
its loss, I made little mewling noises. My eyes slowly came
into focus. Susan was looking at me steadfastly. Her eyes
were bright with excitement and barely contained lust.
We cleaned up afterwards, took another shower,
and got dressed. Susan had worn her sweats to the gym, but in
her bag she had other clothes...a denim skirt, white button down
blouse, a plain white bra and pink panties. In the parking lot, we gave
each other a hug, which didn't look too suspicious, we could have just
been two good friends. "Follow me to my condo," I whispered,
"I'm going to shave that hairy pussy of yours smooth."
Her eyes widened with surprise in that delightful way she had.
"And I still haven't eaten Chinese yet..."

We got back to my Town House. As soon as the door was
closed, we attacked each other with our mouths, I pressed her
up against the wall. Kissed her hard, and frenched this little
Chinese girl. My hands worked down the buttons of her blouse,
and then I began cupping a breast through her bra. We stumbled
into the living room. I kicked off my tennis shoes and jeans,
barking a shin on the coffee table. Soon she was down to the
pink panties. I was completely nude.
I led her upstairs to the bedroom, and pushed her back onto the
big waterbed. "Wait here." I said. I went to the bathroom,
got some warm water in a bucket, some shaving cream, a safety
razor, and some towels and washcloths.
I spread the towels under her legs, several layers, to cover
the bed. Told her to raise her ass. Got a big thick towel under
her. Each rearrangement made the waterbed slosh a little.
I put the bucket down carefully on the bed. Eyed it to see if
it was about to spill. It seemed stable.
I put a washcloth in the warm water, and then took it
out and massaged her cunt with it. After several times, she
was washed and wet down there, and her pubic hair was in damp
piles, no longer a curly, springy bush but a wet mass. I used
the rough texture of the washcloth to give a little wet friction
between her pussy lips, and on her clit. She sighed softly, eyes
closed. I foamed a little shaving cream into my hand, then
spread it over her pussy hair. Her eyes opened at the sudden
cool sensation. "Hold still." I said. I began scraping away
at her pubic hair, carefully. After every few swipes, I'd slosh
the razor around in a bucket, and wipe her with the washcloth,
then add more shaving cream as necessary. Susan spread her
legs wider and wider as I did this, possibly a subconscious
invitation, offering her sex exposed as much as she could.
Soon she was hairless down there. After the final wipe with
the washcloth, I wetted a fresh washcloth and again started
the wet friction on her now smooth pussy. This time I increased
the tempo unrelentingly, my fingers working the washcloth
hard among her folds. Her eyes were open but dilated; she
was staring up at the ceiling but not seeing anything. She
gasped, moaned, her breathing ragged. She was mumbling some
little words here and there, some English, some Chinese.
I started alternating the speed of my washcloth strokes, three
fast, then one slow. I did it like clockwork, very mechanical.
Working her pussy like I was a Morse Code operator.
Dit dit dit...dash! Dit dit dit...dash! She found the pattern
and began bucking her hips in response. She cried out, and
rhythmically came for a few minutes. Her body spasmed, and her
legs thrashed a bit. I grabbed the bucket to make sure it
wouldn't go over. She settled down and I got off the bed,
removing the buckets and the towels, using the last towel to
dry all around her cunt, wet with the water and with her own
moisture.
I climbed onto the bed, and kissed her forehead. She smiled.
I moved downwards, to her breasts, and took each in turn in
my mouth. Her body had a delightful, unique scent. And taste.
I slid further down, my hands each grasped an inner thigh,
and I spread her wide again. My tongue slid across
the area I had shaved, and then my lips started making love
to her lower lips. My tongue started the same rhythm as the
washcloth before, three quick strokes, and then a long, loving
lick. My hands continued to push her legs apart, spread to
a point that had to be almost painful. But she seemed to be
spreading them herself as wide as she could. I quickly had
her moaning incoherently again, spasming with multiple orgasms.
I was wet and frigging myself with one hand. I eventually came
too. We spent a few minutes drowsing in that postcoital
bliss, a warm glow of spent sexual heat enveloping us. We
lay side by side, her breasts pressing against mine. She
played with my nipples leisurely, and I had one finger that
was toying around her clit and smooth pussy.
I had a toy someone had given me that I hadn't used.
I went and fetched it from the closet. It was simply a long
flexible double-ended dildo, a pseudo-flesh color (although
not anyone's flesh color I had ever met). Susan still
was in a post-orgasmic stupor, eyes slightly open, but
unseeing. I playfully trailed the dildo across her tummy,
between her breasts, slid it between them like someone
would titty fuck her, and when she opened her eyes to see
what it was, she found this long dildo nestled between her
breasts, one knobbed business end pointing at her face,
a few inches from her mouth. She looked a little apprehensive.
I slide back on the bed, on my knees, my head and torso bent
backwards to position my pussy forward. Without too much
ceremony I slid it into my cunt. It wasn't too thick, but
it certainly made its presence known.
I sort of straddle-walked up the bed until the other
end of the dildo was sliding towards her. She cautiously
assumed my position...On her knees, leaning backwards. She
inserted the dildo. Even with it in both of us, there was
still a good 18 inches of it exposed between. It was about
two and a half feet long.
We began a strange waltz there on the bed, sort of a duel,
thrusting towards each other, the other thrusting back. I leaned
forward at one point and tweaked each of her hard nipples, and
then I had to fall back, it was too strenuous trying to maintain
that position. Muscles in my legs were getting a workout they
never did in the gym, no matter what exercise equipment I used.
It was like we were doing some strange sexual version of the Limbo,
bent backwards to pass under an invisible bar.
We each grunted and moaned a bit on the alternating thrusts.
Each reaction had an equal and opposite reaction. Here we were
two nude, sexy, petite women, Caucasian and Oriental, joined by this
lewd sextoy, invading each other. After a few minutes, trying to
keep on my haunches was too exhausting and painful, so I leaned
further back, and straightened out my legs, flat on the bed
pointing to either side of her. She continued to kneel between
my legs, bent backwards, rocking me and her in a sexy rhythm.
After a few minutes we both came. She made the most delightful
little noises in the midst of her orgasm.
Almost immediately I got the worst charly horse I've ever
had in my life; the muscles on one leg seized up hard and painfully.
I cried out, and grabbed my leg. Susan quickly saw my distress, and
she instinctively scurried towards me. Of course, we were still
joined by the implement, so that caused an even deeper penetration. I
gasped. She slid backwards and awkwardly pulled the dildo out, first
out of me, then out of herself, each with a wet pop. She tossed it
aside, wet from both our pussies. She rubbed my spasming leg muscles
and I gritted my teeth and straightened my leg and waited for it to
pass.
We lay there, exhausted and sweaty. "Obviously I need
to do this more often, get those muscles in shape." I gasped.
Eventually, I recovered enough to move. I went to the kitchen,
got some wine. And some fortune cookies I had from takeout awhile back.
"You know the Fortune Cookie game?" I asked.
"You mean the '--- in bed' one?"
"Yep."
She looked at me like I was a dim bulb. "You think I could
work in a Chinese restaurant and not know the Fortune Cookie game?"
She was starting to lose that shy bashful reservedness!
We cracked our Fortune Cookies, and lay there in bed, reading
them.
Hers read, "Simplicity and clarity should be your theme in dress."
Mine was "You display the wonderful traits of charm and courtesy."
We read both of them aloud, and then added, "in bed!" after them,
and burst out laughing.
"Wait a second, yours had a second fortune." I peeled the other
slip of paper out of the crumbles. "A wise man knows everything.
A shrewd one, everybody." "in bed!" we both chimed. And giggled.
"Well, sometimes it works better than others."
"What are you doing tonight?" I said.
"I'm free...I don't have to work until 2pm Sunday afternoon."
"Well, we have a Saturday night ahead of us then. How'd you
like to go dancing?"
She dressed in that denim skirt and white blouse. I had some
soft boots that fit her. A trim little package.
I dressed up in a black leather skirt and a red silk blouse.
I decided to wear heels. I actually looked pretty slutty, which
is unusual for me, usually I have an innocent nice girl facade.
We stood in the bathroom mirror, looking at our makeup.
We looked pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.
We got to the door. "Oh, there is one thing." I said.
I reached up under her denim skirt, and peeled down those pink
panties. I sank to my knees and guided them off over her boots,
making her step out of each leg.
"Now you do the same to me." I said to her. Susan looked at
me appraisingly, sank down and reached up under my skirt. She
groped around a minute, encountering only my smooth pussy. "Oh,
I forgot, I'm already not wearing panties." I said. She laughed.
I took her panties and threw them across the room, where they landed on
the sofa. "Let's go!" We headed out the door into the night.

The End

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