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The set up: Buoyed by her sexual exploits with a strap-on vibrator (in book 1 of the series, Alison’s New Toy), Alison is proud of her sluttiness. She’s a fuck junkie and needs more. Then she brags to her old fuck buddy, Tommy, who’s not impressed: “You call that, cheap, Allie? That’s a good weekend. You wanna feel cheap? I know a way to make you feel really cheap.”
Tonight, Tommy will take her to a crummy bar, where he sets up a serial gangbang on a ripped pool table in the back room. Instead of a campus intellectual and a girl cop, Alison will satisfy seven fuck-crazed men–construction and steel mill workers. She’ll dress the part: her shortest miniskirt, a push-up bra and a top with a plunging neckline. She’ll layer on the makeup and wear fuck-me shoes. And she’ll shave her pussy. Because that’s what real sluts do. Alison says yes. And she’s scared…
I took a deep breath and walked in. Shoulders back, I swung my hips and strolled toward the bar. A hush fell across the dimly lit room, and just about every man in the place–which was just about everyone–drank me in. I passed a table with three star-struck guys licking their lips. I dragged a finger along the table top as I sauntered by. Their eyes were glued to my breasts, just about popping out of my low-cut top.
The vibrator lit up my pussy. I inhaled involuntarily as another burst of sexual energy blasted my pelvis. My pussy, freshly lubed, got wetter. Tommy switched it off. Thanks to the device, my body was responding faster than my mind. It wanted to fuck. And that feeling was delicious.
Fred, the bartender, nodded to me and moved to the right. I stood across the bar in front of him, slowly swung my hips around, and settled on the stool.
“What’ll it be, miss?”
“No got. Beer?”
I nodded. I hated beer, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t thirsty. Turning to say something to Tommy, I was surprised to discover he wasn’t with me. I thought he was right behind during my sexy sashay to the bar. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him leaning against the wall near the door, with a barely suppressed grin on his face. I got another burst in the crotch. That remote had good range.
The next thing I knew, a guy was sitting in the stool next to me. “Excuse me, but you’re just too good looking to sit here all alone.”
Thirty-ish, medium build, not bad looking. Okay, showtime.
“I hate to be alone, too,” I said, doing my best to purr. Tommy hit the remote and my pussy throbbed. “Let’s go someplace.”
“Special offer, good only for the evening. I’m going to be the cheapest piece of ass you never paid for. Free.”
“Lady, whatever you say. Your place or mine?”
I stood and there was Tommy, around the corner of the bar, against the back wall. A hallway led off the barroom.
I took my new friend by the hand and walked past Tommy. I was leading with my tits, my ass swinging. Down the hall to the left was a doorway. Tommy opened the door, and we walked in. It was a small storage room with boxes piled high on one side and the pool table facing the door, paper towels on top. A single bare light bulb on the ceiling lighted the room.
I turned to him and put my hands on his crotch. He was already hard. “Let’s make this fast, cowboy. I want you to fuck me right now. And hard. Okay?”
He grinned from ear to ear. In a flash, his pants and shorts were around his knees. I rolled a condom on, turned, and put my hands on my knees. I flipped my skirt up to my waist and wiggled my ass.
Thanks to Tommy and the bursts of energy from my strap-on vibrator, my naked and exposed cunt lips were sticky and sodden and hot. His dick slid right in. The guy put his hands on my waist and started grinding. I thrust my hips to meet him, flexing my thighs. We eased into a steady rhythm. The walls of my pussy clenched his cock.
In less than a minute, my fantasy had been fulfilled. A complete stranger was reaming my cunt with his rock-hard dick. Each thrust of his cockhead was hitting my G-spot, and I could feel an orgasm building. This was what I craved–hot, crazy, anonymous sex.
His tempo picked up and his cock surged in size, getting harder and thicker. His balls slapped against my ass, and I opened wider for him. I yelped as his cock slammed into my cervix. My juices slathered over my labia and dribbled down my thighs as he fucked me like a crazed animal.
“Fuck me, fuck me harder,” I yelled. “Fill my slutty pussy with your cum. Harder, harder!”
With my enthusiastic exclamations ringing through the air, he exploded, sending shock waves through my pelvis, up my ass and back, and to my shoulders. My large breasts bounced as he pounded me. I nearly lost my footing, but his hands held me tight. Every jarring thrust sent waves of pleasure through my womb. I pushed back on his cock as he rode me. The pressure inside me built and finally exploded, erupting like wildfire up my spine and crashing through every fiber of my body. I cried out as the powerful climax washed over me.
He pulled out of me with a wet, sloppy sound and staggered back. I turned and leaned back on the table, gasping for air. My voice finally came back.
“Nice job, sailor. Let me clean you up.”
I took his half-hard cock in my hand and pulled the condom off, careful not to spill any jism on the floor. He had a nice prick, not too big, maybe six inches. Thick, too. I gave him a gentle squeeze, sopped up a final drop of cum, then dried him off. He was out the door as I rearranged myself.
Back at the bar, my pussy tingled, and this time it wasn’t Tommy with the remote. I had pulled off the vibrator for better access to my cunt. I had been fucked hard and good.
“I heard you’re looking for company.”
His voice was deep and smooth. The first guy was white. This guy was black, a big man with broad shoulders. Heavy, but not fat. A nice face.
I looked up at him and smiled. “I’d like to fuck you. Would you like to fuck me?”
“Young lady, lead on,” he said, sliding off the stool. He followed my rocking ass to the back room…
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From Alison’s New Toy:
I followed her though the door of her apartment. Books were piled everywhere, which put me at ease. The small apartment was cluttered, but comfortable. I’d call the décor early grad student.
“Do me a favor and look around, check all the rooms. I know this is weird and I want…”
I gave her an understanding smile and walked through the small flat. The queen bed was made, the small bathroom neat and clean. In the galley kitchen, dirty dishes filled the sink. It was just the two of us. I returned to the living room and took a seat on the sectional couch.
“A glass of wine?” the woman asked. She went into the kitchen. “We never introduced ourselves,” she said over her shoulder. I heard the tinkle of glasses.
“I’m Alison,” I said.
Kate set two wine glasses down and excused herself. I scanned the book titles. Lots of art and fiction. I wondered how this was going to go.
Imagine my surprise when Kate re-entered the room. She was nude. And her body was spectacular—curvy from shoulders to hips, medium-sized breasts with erect nipples pointing up, a round ass and flat stomach.
“We know what we’re here for, right?” she said, turning around to present her ass to me before settling onto the recliner. She threw a leg up on the upholstered arm. I gazed directly at her shaved pussy. Her outer labia were dark red, the inner lips long. She reached for a bottle of lube on the coffee table, poured some in her hand, and stroked herself between her legs.
“I haven’t been this worked up in months,” she said, one hand holding her pussy lips apart while the other traveled the length of her slit. “It’s your fault. Watching you bring yourself to an orgasm was incredible.”
“I didn’t see you at all. What tipped you off? Was it obvious?”
She moved a hand to her breast, fluttering her fingertips on a nipple. “First, it was the serene look on your face. No, that’s wrong. It was that you’re so damn beautiful.”
A surge of heat moved from my throat to my face. I probably blushed.
“Don’t worry, you weren’t obvious,” Kate continued. “And I wasn’t staring. I sat on the next bench over and kept glancing. Then I saw your face get red and your breathing quicken.”
I remembered the moment and felt a tingle between my legs.
“Your posture got straighter, your eyes half-closed. I thought to myself, hmm, either this woman’s playing with herself or she has a really vivid imagination.”
Her index finger swirled on her clit as she squeezed and fondled her breast. I couldn’t take my eyes off her vulva. Her swollen labia glistened with moisture. This was the first time I had ever watched a woman masturbate. Unless, of course, you counted all the times I touched myself in front of a mirror. Reaching into my purse, I found the remote and clicked it on.
Kate smiled when she heard the buzz.
As the friendly vibrations resumed in my crotch, I pulled my top up and freed a breast from my bra. Then I pushed down the other cup and hefted both boobs in my hands. This is where a strap-on vibrator gets really, well, handy. Both hands were free to play with my breasts.
Kate, watching intently as I pleasured myself, licked her lips. Moving her other hand to her pussy, she inserting first one, then two fingers into her vagina. She hiked her other leg up on the other arm of the chair. She was fully splayed to me.
Thanks to the merciless buzzing on my clit, my next orgasm loomed. I put a hand between my legs and felt my distended clit. My labia hadn’t recovered from the orgasm in the park and were swollen and wet. I put my palm on my vulva and the vibrations from the buzzer filled my crotch. I slid a finger, then another one, into my vagina, which was tight and wet. I finger-fucked myself up to my third knuckle.
I was about to turn the vibrator off when Kate started to gasp and moan. Her wild convulsions lifted her hips off the chair. As she plunged her fingers frantically into her cunt, her other hand worked her clit in fast circles. Kate cried out, jerking with each spasm that crashed through her.
As I watched her come, I held my breath to stave off my impending orgasm. It wasn’t working. As the buzzer bore into my clit, hot bolts of ecstasy surged through my pussy. My muscles clenched around my fingers, my torso jerking violently, as I came moments after Kate. I moaned and whimpered as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. Juices poured out of me. I cried out as the device between my legs drove me to a screaming orgasm.
We both flopped back in our chairs, breathing hard.
After a minute or so, the sexual energy ebbed. We reached for our wineglasses at the same time and laughed.
Kate spoke first. “Wow.”
She got up and stood in front of me. Her throat and breasts were flushed, her nipples fully erect, her labia thick and open between her legs. Savoring her magnificent body, Kate ran her hands down her sides, over her stomach and bare mound, over her thighs and down her ass. She had just taken command of her body, and now she was showing it off once again, just for me. She fell to her knees in front of me and laid her forearms on my legs.
“I’d like you to get more comfortable.”
That sounded like a great idea. My boobs were hanging out and my skirt was hiked to my waist. I undid the bra clasp between the cups and pulled my top over my head. I undid my skirt and pulled it free. All that was left were my panties and the vibrator, with its skinny gold straps.
“All of it.”
I pulled my underwear off and removed the vibrator. We were both nude.
“I want to stroke that pretty pink pussy,” Kate growled, pushing my knees apart.
Like I said, I’m not a lesbian. But what does that mean? She was beautiful, and we’d just shared such an intimate moment. We were two turned on, needy people in the right place at the right time. I craved her touch—from what I’d just seen, she’d know what she was doing. I wanted to run my hands over her body and feel her heat. Yeah, I wanted to make her come again.
Her eyes locked to mine. She ran her fingers along my slit, eliciting a low moan from my throat. I slid down to the edge of the couch, my legs spread like a whore. A fingertip found my erect, sensitive clit, standing at attention, and circled it slowly. I moved a hand to my breast and cupped it, gently rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger.
“I want to show you what a knowing mouth can do,” Kate said. “But before I do that…”
She put her hands to my face and we touched lips. I opened my mouth, and her tongue entered me. Her lips were soft, softer than any lips I’d ever kissed. My crotch turned liquid. I moaned into her mouth as our kiss deepened. Her hand found the back of my head and pulled me in to deepen our kisses. Our tongues intertwined, darting in and out of our mouths. My tongue slid along her lips and found its way inside her mouth. My kissing transformed into moaning.
My pussy begged to be touched, to be fondled, to be devoured. But not yet. Kate moved her mouth down my body, leaving a trail of little kisses and nibbles. She circled each nipple with her tongue, flicking them with the tip. When she got to my mound, I was almost levitated off the couch, every nerve in my body on fire and begging for release. I couldn’t remember being this fired up, this ready to blow.
Kate was just getting started.
She inserted two fingers into my pussy, making a squishy sound. My back arched. As I was finger-fucked, she slowly and tenderly licked me, her tongue getting its first taste of my more-than-ready vulva. The tip of her tongue spiraled on my clit. Her open-mouthed kisses covered my labia. Liquid heat pulsed through me. My pussy, penetrated by Kate’s fingers, was drenched with my juices.
A woman who knew how to make love to a woman was eating my pussy and pushing her fingers inside me. I was ready to cream in her face.
Throwing my head back, I cried out in ecstasy. My legs turned to jelly as she planted moist kiss after moist kiss on my inner thighs. While my bunched nerves screamed for release, Kate dug her tongue deep into the folds of my pussy. Her hands cupped my breasts, her fingertips raking my straining nipples.
I was about to explode.
Kate pushed her hands under my ass and lifted my legs over her shoulders. Burying her face into my pussy, she ravished me with her lips and tongue while her fingers dug into my ass. My legs shook and my feet beat the air as I screamed. Kate’s tongue thrusting into my hole ignited fresh rounds of swirling fireworks that wracked my body.
I slammed my hips into her face as my orgasm blotted out my consciousness. My hands gripped her head, my fingers tugging at her hair as I convulsed. I locked her between my legs as my heart jack-hammered and my pelvis shook.
I went deaf to everything but my pounding heart and throbbing pussy. For the third time in an hour, I collapsed, sexually spent.
The satisfying warmth pervading my body and limbs ebbed. Kate took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. We stretched out on the big bed and she folded me into her arms. We kissed, long and languid kisses, as the pounding in our hearts returned to normal.
It was my turn. “Teach me, Kate. Teach me how to please a woman.”
She smiled and took my hands. She kissed each fingertip and then folded them into hers.
“I’ll show you how to fuck me. Then you’ll have to go.”
She took the index and middle fingers of my right hand and put them in her mouth. She swirled her tongue and softly sucked them. Moving my wet fingers to her crotch, she placed them against her pussy folds.
“Alison, is this your first time with a woman?”
“First slide one finger in. I’ll tell you when to add the other.”
I crooked my forefinger and slid it into her warm, wet hole. It was so like my pussy and yet so different. The angle was much easier compared to when I finger-fucked myself. I slid my fingertip along the back wall of her vagina and found the rough spot. I could feel her tighten.
“Okay, now the other.”
As I pushed my second finger in, I sat up on my haunches next to her and roamed her pussy with my eyes. Seeing a mature woman in full sexual flower was fascinating. My eyes ran repeatedly over her glistening, fat lips, her erect clit, and her mound.
“Now fuck me.”
I started plunging in and out. Kate reached down and swirled a finger on her clit, her knees wide apart. I moved my fingers in and out of her cunt slowly. With my other hand, I parted her swollen lips for a better view.
Kate’s hips started to rock in tandem with my thrusts. She pulled her knees up, making it easier for me to go deeper. I leaned over to get a view of her asshole, glistening with the juices pouring out of her pussy. I let go of her lips and moved a finger to her anus, gently circling and probing her sphincter.
Kate groaned, her hips thrusting harder. I sped up my plunging, my fingers going deeper into her vagina. I inched my spit-slicked finger into her asshole. Kate responded with loud cries and whimpers.
I wanted to taste her pussy. I wanted to take her swollen, chubby lips in my mouth. I craved swirling her long, protruding inner lips, bright pink and inviting, with my tongue. I wanted to thrust my tongue inside her and taste her juices. But Kate’s hand was grinding into her clit furiously. There was no room for my mouth.
I grabbed her ankles, flailing above her, and pushed them back toward her head. Kate’s hips rolled up, her cunt pointing at the ceiling. The angle got even better, and I pushed my fingers deeper into her.
“Another finger.” Her voice was hoarse and gravely.
I now had three fingers in. Kate fisted the sheets with her free hand and cried, her breasts jerking back and forth as I fucked her. I had nearly half my hand in her pussy—and she took every inch, and probably would have taken more. She was that kind of woman. I slathered my forefinger with her juices, and plunged it into her asshole. Kate screamed out, then started to whimper feebly.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. My desire to taste her pussy overwhelmed me. Pushing her hand away from her clit, I buried my face between her legs and I attacked her clit with my tongue. This was my first time eating out a woman. Kate’s strong, feminine scent filled my nostrils as her juices smeared my lips, nose and cheek. I was wallowing in a gorgeous woman’s most intimate place. It was marvelous.
Kate’s hands gripped my head and pulled my hair, drawing me closer. Now, my tongue was lashing her clit, not bothering with light licks. “Yes,” she screamed. “Right there!” When I’d given her clit everything I had, I moved on to torture her swollen lips. I sucked on her long inner labia, twirling them with my tongue. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt with a loud, sloppy pop and pushed my tongue into her hole. Her salty taste filled my mouth.
Kate exploded, her hips thrusting. I barely hung on as she jerked with each spasm. She clamped her knees together, and I fell back on the bed. Watching Kate convulse, whimper, and moan as she writhed in ecstasy, I marveled at what I had done to this woman’s marvelous body.
I lay down next to her and gazed into her eyes. Her breathing finally slowed, and the flush receded from her neck and cheeks. She turned her head, opened her eyes, and smiled.
She moved her hand to my face and stroked it. “You’ve earned another lesson. But not today.”
“Is my time up?”
She kissed me. I just wanted to lie with her and bask in the glow.
“May I ask you something?”
Her eyes said yes.
“Are you a lesbian?”
She laughed. “That would be news to a lot of people, including my husband.”
I must have looked shocked. “Did we just commit…adultery?”
Kate laughed again. “No, we’re just two very horny people helping each other get off, that’s all. There can’t be anything wrong with feeling that good, can it? But he’ll be home in an hour, and I need to get composed.”
We dressed and made ourselves presentable. Standing in the doorway, I wasn’t sure what to do.
Kate leaned in and kissed me softly.
“Until next time.”