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“Well,” she began, “this might sound strange, but … I kind of used to have a crush on Ellie. Last year, when she was here, we even tried kissing each other once to see if we liked girls. After we kissed, we decided it was nice but a little awkward because we were friends, so we’ve never spoken of it since.”

After revealing that tidbit of information, she made me swear I wouldn’t mention it to Ellie during her stay here.

So here was my beautiful girlfriend asking
her
beautiful girlfriend to take off her clothes and pose for a photo session. Sheila had asked me to sit in on the session and help her with suggestions about various positions, lighting and so on. Ellie had long brown hair, a pierced belly button and an apparently wicked sense of humor. She seemed to have no objection to me being present to observe the photo shoot, and took off her clothes with no self-consciousness whatsoever.

The poses Ellie assumed for the photos were purely artistic, rather than pornographic. Nonetheless, as faithful as I was to Sheila, looking at Ellie was giving me an erection that I vainly attempted to hide by crossing my legs. As Sheila was engrossed in her picture-taking, it was Ellie who first noticed my growing bulge.

“Looks like your friend is enjoying this, dear,” Ellie said to Sheila.

Sheila glanced over at me and grinned, saying, “Honey, what’s going through your mind?”

Ellie suddenly said, winking, “Hey, Sheila, do you remember that silly thing we did a long time ago? You know …”

Thoughtlessly, I blurted out, “You mean the time you girls kissed?”

“Kissed? Is that all she told you?” Elbe asked me.

When I said yes, Ellie proceeded to delve deeper into the truth of the matter, telling me that the two of them had ended the evening by “eating each other like peach blossoms.” I replied that this story, as erotic as it was, was also hard to swallow, as I thought I knew Sheila better than that. What Ellie said next almost made me come in my pants.

“Maybe you would believe it if you saw it?”

Almost quivering, I answered, “In that case, how could I deny it?”

It was Ellie who initiated what was evidently inevitable. She spread her legs open just enough to let Sheila see what was between them. Her middle finger slid down over her full round breasts to her vaginal lips, which parted with some effort. As she lightly teased her clitoris, a tiny trickle of female juice began to make its way toward her pink perineum. When Sheila saw this, she yanked the camera from around her neck and nestled her pretty face between Elbe’s legs. I heard a slurping sound, men some eager licking. In order to keep from exploding, I painstakingly tried to think of something non-arousing. At that point it was difficult, to say the least.

Sheila’s mouth moved upward, her tongue making a journey to Elbe’s breasts, after taking a brief detour into her belly button. She coaxed her friend’s nipples into stiffness by softly sucking and belong them. Then she moved further up and the two of them kissed, touching bps to lips, tongue to tongue, their hands gently stroking each other’s face as they kissed passionately. In a way this was the sexiest thing of all.

By now I had released my cock from its denim cage, and at that moment a slight draft of air from the window must have blown across it, because although I never touched myself, I was so turned on by this scene that my semen began to shoot out of me like a geyser. It splashed in a raging current onto Elbe’s breasts, after which Sheila licked it off until her friend was clean.

Now the girls stared lustfully into each other’s eyes as they caressed one another’s clitoris. When they orgasmed together, they embraced, and I lay down on the floor beside them, positioning myself behind Sheila, but hugging them both. Elbe grinned at me wickedly, and I had the feeling that the evening had just begun.—
Q.R., Trenton, New Jersey

MOVING INTO A NEW OFFICE THESE WOMEN MOVE INTO A NEW RELATIONSHIP

Moving into a new work space is always a hassle, so when I arrived at the new offices of the company I work for I was prepared for a stressful and tiring day. But I sure wasn’t prepared for what had happened with Elsie.

Elsie worked with me in the accounting department, and we had always been kind of friendly, but not really close, so we never discussed our sex lives or anything like that. She had long dark hair and dark eyes and a pretty good body, but although I had fooled around with one or two girls when I was in college, I thought of myself as basically straight, and hadn’t had any sexual thoughts about Elsie at all.

But that was before I saw her the day we moved into the new office. She had come dressed casually, like the rest of us, prepared for a day of unpacking and general chaos. Instead of the loose dresses or skirt-and-blouse outfits she usually wore to the office, she had on a snug T-shirt and a very tight pair of jeans. At one point I happened to look up as she was bending over to unpack one of her boxes, and suddenly I was noticing the way her breasts were moving under the T-shirt, and the fine curves of her ass against the straining seat of her jeans. I felt my heart beating faster, and I was surprised at my unexpected reaction.

Just then Elsie glanced up and caught me looking at her. I guess she must have seen something in my face, because after a moment she gave me a slow smile. She straightened up then and stretched deliberately, still watching me. I couldn’t take my eyes from the front of her shirt as she raised her arms, pulling the material tightly over her breasts until I could see the shapes of her nipples.

“I didn’t wear a bra today,” Elsie said, still smiling. “Figured I’d be more comfortable without it. How about you?”

“M-me?” I stammered. “I—Yes, I wore one. I—just force of habit, I guess.” I was also wearing an old shirt and a pair of loose-fitting slacks. I saw Elsie’s eyes move over my body as she brought her arms down.

“Well, I’ll tell you what,” she said, lowering her voice a little. “You show me your bra and I’ll show you mine— even though I don’t have one.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But my heart was beating harder than ever. “You mean—” I said, somewhat stupidly. “You mean you—you’re—”

“Yes, and so are you,” Elsie said. “Come on, I saw how you were looking at me. How you’re still looking at me. Hey, I like you too, Junie. Always have. How about it?”

I looked around. Nobody was close enough to hear our conversation, and everyone was busy unpacking or setting up or complaining about their new offices. I took a deep breath. “Okay,” I said. “It’s been a long time for me, but— okay. You want to go someplace after work?”

“No,” Elsie said. “I want you right now.”

I stared at her. “Now?!”

“Why not?” she grinned. “You want me right now, don’t you?” And she stretched again.

“Damn!” I said. “Yes. But how—”

“Come with me,” Elsie said, and she turned and walked off. I followed her as she went out of the accounting office and down the hall. I watched her rear end moving in her jeans with every step she took. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted her. I was moist between my legs.

She led me to a kind of storage room, which was empty except for some bits of furniture which had not yet been assigned a place in the office. Among them was an old leather couch. Elsie closed the door. “There’s no lock,” she said. “But nobody’s gonna come in here today. It’s okay.”

“But … what if someone does? What if—”

“That just makes it more exciting,” Elsie said, and when I still hesitated, she came up to me where I was standing against the door and pressed her body against me. Just pressed herself into me, her breasts pushing against mine and her hips touching my hips, and she moved from side to side, just a little bit Just enough. “Don’t you think so?” she whispered.

I said something that came out as more of a moan than any words, and then we were kissing. As soon as I felt her soft lips on mine, my mouth opened wide and her tongue was inside it. I moaned again and clutched at her, pulling her still harder against my body, and our tongues danced with each other. My hands scrabbled at the back of her T-shirt, pulling it up, moving under it to feel her smooth skin, sliding around to try to touch her breasts, which were still pressed hard against mine as we continued to kiss.

Then she pulled away, taking a step back, her breath coming faster, as was mine. “Here,” she said. “You want to see them? Look!” And she pulled her T-shirt up and off. Her naked breasts stared at me. I gasped as I devoured them with my eyes. They were more beautiful than I had imagined, round and firm and perfect, and her nipples were standing up like bullets. They moved up and down with her rapid breathing. Another breathless moan came from my throat, and I moved toward her, bowing my head to take one of them in my mouth. I felt her hands at the back of my head as I suckled it, then moved to the other, panting and whimpering.

“Hey, no fair,” she said hoarsely. “I showed you mine, you were supposed to show me yours.”

I straightened up, my head spinning. My hands fumbled at the buttons of my shirt I got it open and took it off. Elsie just waited. So I took off the bra. Elsie had just dropped her T-shirt on the floor, so that’s what I did with my stuff too. I didn’t think my breasts were as perfect as Elsie’s, but I knew they weren’t bad. Elsie seemed to think so too, but she didn’t move. She just said, “Don’t stop.”

So I took my slacks off for her, and then my panties. I knew she could see the moisture oozing down the inside of my thighs. “Now you,” I croaked.

“You do it,” Elsie said.

I moved toward her, naked, and reached for the button of her jeans. As I did so I couldn’t help taking her breast in my mouth again. Sucking on it and tonguing the hard nipple, I opened the button, unzipped the jeans and started to tug them down. They were so tight it was difficult to get them over her hips. I had to release her breast and go down on my knees, easing the jeans down, tugging on one side then the other. Her panties came with them, and finally I got them clear of her hips and pushed them down her legs. Her dark bush of pubic hair was in front of my eyes, and I was aware of the delicate aroma of her moist pussy. Elsie moved backward till she reached the couch and I followed on my knees. She sat down on the sofa, allowing me to pull the jeans and panties off over her feet. Then she spread her legs wide, and with a hoarse cry I brought my mouth to her cunt.

My cry was echoed by hers as my tongue found her clitoris. I swiped it back and forth, making her body arch and quiver. Then I left her clit and thrust my tongue into her pussy, thrust it as far as I could, wanting to eat her out completely. I had never tasted anything so delicious. I fucked her with my tongue while rubbing her clit with my upper lip. She bucked up against me, her hands clutching my head, and her moans were so loud I was afraid somebody would hear them and come in. But I didn’t stop. I never wanted to stop.

Elsie muffled her own scream with her forearm across her mouth as she came, her body convulsing again and again. I joyfully swallowed the juices that flowed into my mouth. I felt so happy to be able to give such pleasure to this beautiful creature. I stayed there on my knees, my face still between her thighs, as her orgasm subsided.

“Oh, you sweet darling,” she murmured when she had caught her breath. “That was so beautiful. I want to do you now.”

She slid off the couch and pushed me gently back until I was lying on the floor. She bent over and kissed me, running her tongue around my lips. Then she moved down my body, her soft lips and tantalizing tongue sliding over my flesh, pausing at my breasts, where her tongue circled each nipple before her lips sucked it into throbbing erect-ness. Leaving a moist trail over my stomach, she parted my thighs and I groaned as I wound them around her neck. Then she was kissing my pussy, and licking, and nibbling, and caressing. Her hands reached up to stroke my breasts as her mouth worked its sensuous magic on my cunt. My head rolled from side to side and my whole body twisted wildly. I felt it gathering deep inside me, felt it growing and building and intensifying. I was sobbing with joy and pleasure, and just in time I remembered that I mustn’t scream. Following Elsie’s example, I pushed my forearm against my mouth, biting into it so hard I nearly broke the skin as I exploded in ecstasy. The marks stayed with me for days.

Elsie moved up again and kissed my panting mouth, and we held each other briefly. But we knew we had to return to the office. We dressed and shared a final kiss before going back.

That was three months ago, and ever since Elsie and I have been promising each other that we will get together again, but somehow we never have. Maybe next time the company moves …—
J.L, St. Louis, Missouri

HIS WIFE’S BEAUTIFUL BLONDE FRIEND GETS HER HOTTER THAN HE EVER CAN

From the beginning of our relationship my wife Rebecca told me that she liked girls more than guys, but I loved her so much I didn’t care. I knew she went out with me, and later married me, more because I was financially secure and could give her the things she wanted than because she felt any real passion for me. But that was okay; we got along fine, and she didn’t mind fucking me. In fact she quite enjoyed it, though not so much as she enjoyed the girls she continued to fool around with. She would tell me about them sometimes, and sometimes it would even excite me to hear about them. Then we would fuck, and while I reveled in her magnificent body she would close her eyes and think, I always suspected, of her lady friends. Since it made her hot and enthusiastic, I never protested.

Then one day a friend of hers from college came to visit. Sheila was blonde and slim, while Rebecca was dark and voluptuous. I couldn’t help imagining the two of them together, and being excited by the image. Since I was sure they would be making it with each other while Sheila was here, I got up the nerve to ask Rebecca if I could watch the two of them sometime. I was sucking her cunt when I asked her, figuring that was as good a time as any to make the request.

“Damn!” Rebecca said. “I was just imagining that you were Sheila. You broke the mood, George.”

“Sorry,” I said. “I just wanted to—”

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