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Waiting for College

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It was late summer and the beginning of mine and Christina’s senior year. We had both just turned eighteen and we were eager to have fun. She was five seven, Italian, had smallish breasts with dark red nipples. With nipples that were continuously erect and an ass that was more than generous, Christina had men following her around like a bunch of hound dogs chasing a raccoon…

I was her total opposite, five feet, long blonde hair, porn star breasts with large pink nipples and a small perky ass that guys called great.

Christina was a force unto herself. Not only was she the hottest girl at our high school, she was the most confidant. That, and a reputation for being a “party girl,” kept Christina welcome everywhere. Men and women alike circled around Christina hoping she would notice them. Fortunately, I had my own circle of admirers. But I had to admit being her best friend had its privileges. Christina picking me for her BFF made me the envy of the other girls at school.

We had been friends since middle school, when one day after class, Christina had declared we were to be BFF’s for life. With our relationship was now clearly defined, we became inseparable. Even back then she had been calling the shots. Since then we had spent every weekend together, bouncing back and forth between our different parents. That’s why, late Friday night, after kissing my boyfriend, I was speeding across Interstate 30. I wanted to be with her.

Pulling into the circular drive in front of her parents’ house, I parked my silver VW bug. Grateful that her overly strict parents were out of town, I quietly let myself in the side door, I tiptoed down the hall and into the back bedroom. A grin spread across my face when I saw her waiting there. She had already slipped out of her five inch black stiletto pumps and her curve hugging mini and now sported an off the shoulder gray t-shirt and black lace thong. Quickly dropping my bag I gave her a hug. Holding on to me a little longer than usual, she hugged me back. Laughing and smelling her neck, I told her she positively reeked of sex and musk cologne.

Having slipped out of my skinny jeans and my “too tight” white blouse, I changed into a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and pair of white cotton bikinis. Little red hearts across the ass made them my favorite. Jumping into her white, four poster bed and slipping my body up against Christina’s, I pulled up the ruffled pink bedspread that was left over from her childhood.

We were currently dating brothers. Christina had been out with Brian that night and they had hooked up. She loved teasing me with dirty talk and the excruciating details of their fucking. Carrying on-and-on about how much he loved to lick and kiss her pussy and ass. That he never got tired of having his face between her legs with his tongue deep in her ass or perfectly trimmed pussy. She told me it felt fucking fabulous when he slipped his finger in and out of her ass while he feasted on her. Even though her description excited me, I wasn’t sure that was something I would ever be comfortable with. It just didn’t seem okay.

Normally, I would have hung on her every word, but right now, I didn’t need the stimulus. Scott, the brother I was dating, and I had kissed. And while we moaned and humped in his old pickup, he had squeezed and tugged on my breasts. Despite my body’s incessant demands, I had successfully forced myself to stay dressed. Leaving me with a wet and very unsatisfied pussy. I needed to be taken, bent over and fucked hard. More importantly, I needed Christina to go to sleep so I could get under the covers and slide my fingers deep into my aching pussy.

As I laid there, wishing Scott had my ass in the air, Christina scooted closer to me and asked, “Have you let Scott fuck you yet?” I couldn’t explain why, but I was making Scott work for it. My dimples and baby face made me look a lot younger and it was easy to believe I was an innocent. Considerably older than me and believing in my innocence, he was patiently waiting for my surrender. I had lost my virginity over summer break, but it had been quick and not satisfying at all. Wishing I had waited for somebody that had a clue about sex. I liked to pretend I got a do over. Christina laughed at my plans, she always thought it was funny when I referred to my virginity as something that could be lost again.

We both were a little tipsy and a little stoned and I was beginning to feel drowsy. Leaning her dark curls next to my head she whispered, “Have you ever thought about being with another girl?” Feeling instantly awake and surprised by my body’s response, I whispered, “No.” Pictures of girls bodies entwined started to circle throughout my thoughts. My breathing shortened as I waited. I could feel my pussy starting to swell and quickly getting wet. My natural instinct was to lie down, but instead, I scooted a few inches away. This conversation was too was weird. I didn’t want to hurt her feeling but despite my body’s yearning, I knew this was something I couldn’t do. My scooting over was a clear signal to stop, yet part of me hoped she wouldn’t.

Stroking my hair, she continued to talk. I liked what she was saying. Telling me how beautiful I was and how she had wanted to touch me and taste me for years. Her words were like direct hits on my body. My nipples hardened, my panties became soaked in my juices and I unconsciously leaned towards her. I had never considered sex with another girl. I knew I should move further away and laugh it off. I couldn’t. Like a moth to a flame, my body hungered to be burned. Her body looked so good and I was enjoying watching her long fingernails slowly stroke my arm. Slowly from my wrist to my shoulder, she stroked me. Occasionally she ran one of her shiny red fingernails down the inside of my arm, causing her hand to lightly graze the side of my breast.

Glancing down at my obviously aroused nipples, embarrassment shot through my body. Heat immediately flared up in its wake and quickly inflamed the already growing passion between my legs. My pussy was starting to demand I relent and do what I knew was wrong. My excitement reached such heights that I could smell my own scent growing.

Continuing to graze my breast each time she stoked my arm she whispered into my ear, “Just let me … you don’t have to do anything … it will feel sooo good … you can feel how much I want you.” Her words became a chant in my head. Her voice soothing my fears and encouraging me to relax, to open myself to her, to trust.

The room was spinning slowly around me and I stopped struggling against my base desire. A sigh declared my submission as I laid back on her heart shaped pillows. She grinned and slowly crawled on top of me, carefully straddling me. Her movements were so slow and cautious that it made me feel like an antelope being approached by a lioness. Thinking she was going to kiss me, I was startled when she went straight for my breasts. Pushing my shirt up around my neck, she instantly took my left breast into her mouth and clamped down on my engorged nipple. A moan slipped from my lips as she sucked my nipple deep into her mouth. Grabbing my other breast, she pulled both together. Using her teeth to tug on my nipples and her tongue to flick the tips she pulled out of me one ragged moan after another. My panties became even more drenched as she continued to lavish her increasingly rough attention on me.

Lifting her head, her brown eyes met mine. Her dark eyes again a contrast to my pale blue. Twisting her left hand in my hair, she pulled my face down to hers and began kissing me deeply. Our tongues mingled, hers invading and mine relenting. With one hand still claiming possession of my hair, her other hand began creeping into my panties. I yelped as she separated my lips and roughly thrust two fingers all the way inside of me. The desire to capitulate seeped through my every pore. Spreading my legs wide, I allowed her to pound me harder and harder with her fingers. Twisting and turning them inside of me, stretching me… My yelps and whimpers mixed with the sound of her fingers assaulting me. Rougher than any boy that had finger fucked me, she mixed pain and pleasure. This was a first for me.

My pussy was now dripping down my thighs. Her right hand was going at me and all I could do was meet each thrust with one of my own. Whimpering for her not to stop, I took my own nipples in my hand. Pulling and twisting. Feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through me, I looked down in time to see her head settling between my legs. Her tongue snaked out, licking my clit. One flick of her tongue followed by the next. She started licking as fast as she could. Her fingers picked up speed. Ecstasy like I had never felt before flooded my very being. Arching my back and grinding my pussy into Christina’s face, moans flowed from me in increasing volume. She roughly flipped me over and started licking my ass. Every flick of her tongue was like a bolt of electricity; I had never felt dirtier. She knew what she was doing and I was lost in a wave of joy.

She moved her hand up to my clit and began rubbing it roughly in circular motion. Rubbing and rubbing as she continued to explore my ass. Feeling my body begin to tighten, I shoved my ass back into her face as wave after wave of cum was ripped from my body. The intensity of my orgasm left my body quivering.

After my shaking thighs released their grip on her, Christina looked up at me. My pussy still throbbing, I smiled at the sight of her face shiny with my juices. Everything was surreal, my body was sore because my BFF had just fucked me silly. Climbing up my body she smiled again. I pulled her mouth to mine, I wanted to taste myself.

Then it was my turn. Despite the orgasms that I was still recovering from, I was nervous. I had never even considered kissing another girl’s face and now there was a gorgeous pussy that I was expected to kiss, lick and drink from. Buying time, I encouraged her to continue kissing me with my sighs and apparent pleasure. Feeling the pressure from her hand on my head, my mouth started kissing a trail down her neck. Suddenly sitting up, she pulled her t-shirt over her head and wiggled out of her thong. Though we had seen each other naked a thousand time, this was the first time I had actually studied her body.

She was perfect. So hot! Thick black hair that fell to her shoulders in waves and never needed product. A slender frame, with firm breasts that would just barely overflow my hands. And her nipples, they were large, perfectly symmetrical and a shade of red that was twice as dark as my pale pink ones. My eyes continued down her curves, landing on the small patch of black hair, trimmed into a perfect landing strip. Her grooming highlighted the opening of her labia. A heart shaped ass that curved out on both sides of her hips and long legs completed the picture.

She looked like what I imagined Eve did when she was being seduced by a serpent. Not only was Christina the ultimate in female beauty, but she had a face that longed to be naughty, so very naughty.

Grabbing me by my hair once more, Christina pulled my face down to her breasts. I went back and forth, gently kissing and drawing her hardened nipples into my mouth. Feeling her breasts in my mouth awakened feelings that I didn’t know I had. It was mind blowing. I was so turned on! She not only felt natural in my mouth but also surprisingly wonderful. I hadn’t known how much I would love playing with breasts. At her urging, I began to suck her harder and deeper into my mouth. Squirming and moaning, she again urged me to be rougher. Saying over and over again, “harder, harder,” and telling me how good it felt when I obeyed. Tentatively I chewed on her nipples. Arching her body up against mine, she again grabbed my head and encouraged my head lower. Momentarily resisting the suffocating pressure on my head, I hesitated. I was a little overwhelmed at the prospect of shoving my face into another girl’s pussy.

Letting her nipple slip from my mouth, I started to move my face towards her pussy. Taking in her swollen lips and the musk emanating from her, I could see how wet she was. Pushing herself towards my mouth and whispering “please,” Christina pulled her knees to her chest. This further opened her delicate folds to me and also served to draw my eyes to her tight pink opening in back. With no means of escape, I grabbed an ass cheek with each hand. A rush ran through me as I watched her hips straining towards me.

Her pleas for release encouraged me forwards. Squeezing her ass firmly, I pulled her even closer towards me. Taking my tongue, I made long slow licks up and down her labia. Saltiness and musk settled in my mouth. Repelled was the last thing I felt. She tasted like dessert and I felt like a kid with an ice cream cone. My tongue grew bolder, taking longer and longer swipes. Each swipe bringing me closer to her erect clitoris and her backdoor opening. Wanting to make her cry out louder, I started gently sucking her perfect little nub with each swipe. Pulling her knees further back she gave me even easier access to all the delights between her legs.

My strokes increased in speed with each swipe, which ripped louder more desperate cries from her throat. Savoring the rush that ran through my body, I continued to lick furiously. An audible gasp was heard coming from her throat as my tongue settled into her ass. Taking my time I swirled my tongue around her rim. The taste of her wasn’t unpleasant, just muskier. Alternating between gasps, sighs and yelps, Christina was riding the sensation of an anal lashing.

Returning my attention to her clit, I furiously licked, sucked and nibbled. Grinding on my face and spreading her juice all over me, her body began to tighten. My hand instinctively moved to her opening framed by slippery wet lips. Taking two fingers, I shoved them into her as quickly and as roughly as I could. As she encouraged me further into her body, I added another finger and then brought the count up to four. She was bucking her hips and yelling “yes” repeatedly. I continued licking and thrusting. She started pulling my face further into her, making it difficult to breath.

There was simply no time to think. Every move I made was primal and driven by mutual desire. It wasn’t long before I felt her thighs clamping down on each side of my head. Licking even faster, and feeling her stiffen brought me such a sense of power. Her body was mine. She came all over my face, wave after wave filled my mouth and dribbled down my chin. With one last shriek, she collapsed, legs spread. Pussy enflamed and pulsing as more of her juice dripped out. I leaned back down, licking up as much of her as possible. Her taste made me dizzy.

I climbed back up her body till my face was by her chest. I remember looking at our bodies entwined, the differences were beautiful. Our contrasts enhancing the beauty of each other. I fell asleep with my head on her chest, one hand caressing her nipples gently. The taste of her pussy was the last thought to cross my mind.

Waking up the next morning, naked and sorer than I could ever remember, the reality of what happened settled in with a growing uneasiness. My face flushed as heat settled between my legs. Reaching up to the stickiness on my face, I felt her cum. Dried, it coated the lower half of my face. The combined smell of our bodies filled the room. Hearing Christina in the adjoining bathroom, I tentatively grabbed a blanket and hopped off the bed.

I wrapped a blanket around me and shyly made my way to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, she was admiring her own body. Hearing me enter the bathroom, she looked back and gave me a sultry grin. The smile on her face was nothing like the one she usually flashed me. It held promises and threats. She gave no other acknowledgement that we had just spent the night biting and fucking each other into a stupor. Arching her eyebrow she coyly asked me, “Are you ready for your haircut?” Even though I didn’t initially know what she was referring to, I gave no argument. Once again, Christina was in complete control.

With a slight smirk on her full, naturally red lips she motioned to the counter and told me to hop up. With a look of confusion in my eyes, I asked her “Why?” Apparently, I had too much hair in the way when she licked me. Again she motioned me on to the counter. Thinking about how wonderful her smooth lips had felt against my tongue, I hopped up. She eyed the blanket I was still clutching to my nude body and laughed at the absurdity of my actions. The truth was, I felt shaky and vulnerable. I didn’t think what we had done was right and I told her it shouldn’t ever happen again. Smiling, she spread my pale thighs wide and placed my feet on the edge of the counter. Reminding me she was using very sharp scissors, she pulled my ass to the very edge of the counter. There I was, legs spread as far apart as possible and my knees up. My pussy and ass were left exposed and feeling utterly defenseless. Still completely nude, Christina lowered herself to her knees.

With all the seriousness of a surgeon, she studied my pussy. Deciding on a course of action she commenced to trimming my dark blonde curls. It seemed like it took forever while; I struggled not to move.

Finished trimming my lips, she told me to step into the bath. Lifting the shower nozzle from its base she turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. Rubbing shaving gel mixed with water into my pussy, she prepared to shave me. Tugging one of my small pink lips out and then the other, she carefully removed every piece of remaining hair. Continuing to shave up the sides and directly above my labia, I was left with a landing strip just like hers. Only mine was blonde. She rinsed off the remaining gel and leaned in kissing me directly on my clit. A thrill shot through me and I was instantly wet. My pussy began to throb. I wanted her to touch me again so bad. I wanted to beg her to lick me all over. All the things I wanted to tell her I kept to myself. Instead I gently pushed her away. I was trying so hard to be a good girl. The shame at our naughtiness the night before struggled with my desire to fall down on my knees in front of her. The need to taste her again dominated my thoughts.

Grabbing me by the hips, she gently turned me around and told me to bend over. Spreading my cheeks and rubbing gel up and down my crack she explained, “I plan on taking you every chance I get.” She didn’t want any hair on my pussy or my ass. I was to always keep it that way so her tongue constantly found smooth silky skin to devour. And just like when she declared we were going to be BFFs, I didn’t argue. The truth was, I never wanted her to stop playing with me. I knew I would do anything she told me, as long as she used that beautiful mouth on my body.

Bent over and completely submitting to her directions, I was painfully aware of my nudity. My entire body quivered as she continued. Done with her shaving, she rinsed off my crack and planted a kiss on each of my cheeks. She turned me around again and pulled me from the bath to the full length mirror.

She stood behind me and told me to look at myself. I was shocked at the sight of us. Both nude, both beautiful. I glanced away when I caught a glimpse of the hunger in her eyes. My eyes fell to my pussy. Where there had once been dark blonde curls there was now bare skin, accentuating the swell of my mound. You could see the curve of my small pink lips and just the smallest of openings. I looked up in the mirror and watched each of Christina’s hands claim a breast. As passion flooded through my body, I leaned back against her sighing and watched as she twisted and pulled on my nipples. Once more my glance fell to my cleanly shaven lips and watched as they continued to swell and open up. My pussy announced what my mind denied.

Giggling she took my hand and pulled us both into the bath. Grabbing the shampoo, she declared I was to go first. Once more she took control of my body. She turned me around and squirted strawberry scented shampoo into my hair. Massaging the liquid into suds, her hands continued to further enflame my body. Wanting to feel her nudity, I leaned back. I had no resistance to the need pulsating in me. Laughing, she kept pushing me back a little so she could concentrate on getting me squeaky clean.

Trading the shampoo for a baby powder scented body wash, she began to slowly soap my back. My skin burned where her hands touched me. Small moans built up in me and spilled softly into the room. Hearing me moan, she softly bit my neck, which only made me moan louder. Struggling to remain still, I felt her soapy hands move lower and start massaging my ass. Pleasure flooded through me as she fondled and squeezed my cheeks, all the time telling me how much she loved my perky little butt. She must have felt how my skin jumped at her every touch.

Dropping to her knees, she soaped each of my legs and again turned me around. As she soaped the front of my legs, my pussy waited pouting before her face. Fighting the urge to grab her head and shove her face between my legs, I remained still. She washed my pussy vigorously, paying special attention to my clit. Unable to resist any longer, I reached for her. She easily blocked me and stood. Squirting more body wash into her hands she began to soap my breasts. It was too much. I started begging her to kiss me, to fuck me with her fingers, to please make me cum. She laughed again as she pulled and twisted my already sore nipples. I whimpered, and again begged her. This time I asked for permission to please her. Telling me no, she announced it was her turn.

Delighted to take control and smarting at her refusal to please me, I grabbed the shampoo. It was my turn to wash her and I was planning to scrub her inside and out. Quickly washing her hair, my hands hungrily sought out her breasts. Soaping them thoroughly, my mouth soon followed the water streaming down her body. Taking first one nipple into my mouth and then the other, my heart soared as she groaned. She pushed my head back and shook hers. I resumed washing her. I couldn’t help but marvel at her impossibly flat stomach as my hands continued lower. Unable to resist, I licked her bellybutton making her giggle. Gently bending down on my knees in front of her, I looked up. Her eyes caught mine. My pussy started throbbing as I relished that moment when power and submission combined.

Her pussy scrubbed, I now turned her around. Starting at her ankles, I started washing the back of her legs. As I reached her luscious ass, I stood. Placing my hand on her back, I urged her forward and told her to bend over. Squirting the pink body gel between her cheeks, I watched as it slowly trickled down her crack. Her hands immediately grasped her cheeks as I instructed her to pull them apart and show me her most private part. Looking at her bent over with her opening exposed, I had an overwhelming desire to punish her. No matter how good her ass felt on my tongue, I knew what we were doing was wrong. All of sudden, I felt dirty again. Without thinking, I pulled my hand back and slapped her ass. She yelled out louder than I had ever heard her before. So, I hit her again, enjoying watching her firm ass jiggle and bounce with each blow. Red marks started popping up and all she did was wiggle her ass at me and groan louder.

As the marks added up, I was hit with guilt. The blows from my hand quickly turned to kisses. Special attention was bestowed to where the marks were the reddest and most tender. Continuing to pull her cheeks apart she squirmed under my kisses that were rapidly turning into licks. I pushed my face between her cheeks, torturing her with long slow licks from top to bottom, slowing down even more as my tongue passed over the rim of her ass. Each time my tongue struck, she moaned louder. The sound of her pleasure encouraged me to do more. Hesitantly, I pushed my tongue slowly into her ass. Even though one part of me was appalled at what I was doing, I was reveling in the taste and feel of her. And being a “dirty girl” felt good. Replacing my tongue with my finger, I slowly pushed into her. She squealed and pushed back against my hand. Sensing her eagerness, I shoved my finger all the way into her. Her gasp encouraged me and I started driving my finger in and out of her. She begged for more fingers which was music to my ears. One finger turned to two and then quickly into three as I roughly finger fucked her ass. Watching my fingers plunging in and out of her drove me into a sexual frenzy. She let go of her cheeks and one hand flew to her clit. As I finger fucked her ass with one hand and pulled on her nipples with my other, she rubbed furiously at her clit. Moaning and bucking back against my hand, she tensed. As her back arched, I slammed my fingers deep into her ass with everything I had. Repeatedly shoving my fingers into her as waves of joy ripped through her body. Her screams filled the small bathroom.

Collapsing against the shower wall, Christina’s body shuddered with the aftermath of her orgasm. Turning to me, she smiled and gave me the most loving kiss I had ever received. Kissing Christina back, my stomach fell. I knew I would never be able to resist her, no matter how hard I tried. Sighing while we each held one another I told her, “I’m hooked on you.”

Wrapped in pink fuzzy towels, we returned to Christina’ childhood bedroom and hopped back into her four poster bed. Entwined in each other’s arms and gently stroking one another, she began to tell me about being bisexual. She had hidden it since she was fifteen. She revealed how she had fought against her desire to tell me. She had kept her dirty little secret, too frightened at the prospect of losing me as her BFF. Unable to resist touching me, she had decided to take the risk. Warmth at how natural her arms felt holding me swirled through my body and filled me with a sense of resignation and true affection. Was this love? I knew my body was hers as long as she wanted me. Resistance was futile. I fell asleep in her arms.

Feeling kisses on my lips, my neck, and my collarbone, a stirring between my legs started to rouse me from my stupor. My nipples hardened and my pussy began to moisten, as Christina’s lips continued to move down my body. Sighing, I brought my hands to her head. As I stroked her hair, my eyes flew open. The hair I was stroking was not long and wavy, it was a straight red bob. Shock flooded through my body as I watched a stranger unwrap my towel and take my breast into her hand. Bringing my large tit to her mouth, she began to suckle me. Even though my head was reeling at this invasion, my body betrayed me. My back arched and pressed my breast further in her mouth. Panic over this betrayal, made me stop and push her back. My only hope was to scoot to the opposite side of the bed. She lifted her green eyes to me and just stared.

Older than what I first thought, she appeared to be in her upper twenties. She was pretty, in a wholesome way, looking more like a youth group counselor than an obviously depraved woman craving pussy. If I hadn’t been painfully aware of how her eyes were consuming every inch of me, her big dimples and dusting of freckles would have fooled me. This was not a nice girl. This was a woman who loved pussy.

She crawled up on the bed and started moving closer to me. She never asked permission, instead she kept telling me to relax, to listen to my body. I should have gotten off the bed. I should have told this stranger, “No.” Instead, I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around myself. Her shifting gaze told me, I had accidently displayed my pussy and everything else hidden between my legs. Her eyes glazed over and I heard a low guttural sound coming out of her. Feeling like this woman’s breakfast made my nipples harden and my pussy open further. The moisture between my legs was obvious and she noticed.

Feeling Christina walk up to my side, I jerked my head around. My eyes implored her. Inside, I was yelling for her to save me and stop this woman’s approach. Her expression left no doubt in my mind. She was not going to rescue me. She was going to help this woman get what she craved, me.

Wrapping her arms around me, Christina started kissing my face. Stroking my hair and arm she lowered me back on the bed. Finally speaking and with a whimper, I looked at her. One word slipped from my mouth, “Please.” She was the only one that could stop this madness. One look in her eyes and I knew the truth. Christina wasn’t letting me go. My mind was revolting at the thought of a stranger touching me. My body wasn’t. With resignation, I spread my legs. My submission to these women was obvious. The desire coursing through me was too intense to fight. My internal battle was over. Everything primal in me demanded that I take whatever they dished out.

Moving closer to me, the other woman continued to reassure me. But there was no way I could have prepared myself for the truth. The darkest, dirtiest sex wasn’t going to repel me. I was going to revel in each degrading act I engaged in. A craving that would eventually consume me had been released. This dark craving kept me bouncing from bed to bed for years as I gave myself to one stranger after another.

Christina released me. Opening her bedside table, she pulled out four silk scarfs. I knew intuitively what she planned. Closing my eyes, I felt my pussy lips spreading impossibly far apart. The scent of my sex permeated the room. I knew they could smell how aroused I was.

Christina lifted my left arm and secured it tightly to one of the four posters. The redheaded stranger did the same with my right arm. Moving to my legs, they continued their possession of me. My eyes opened as they stepped back and admired their handiwork. Struggling against the scarfs, I soon became still. The ties were secure; I wasn’t going anywhere. My vulnerability was all too obvious as I lay there nude, legs spread and completely defenseless. Smiling at each other, they left the room. I called out to them, imploring them to not leave me alone like this. My nude body remained on display. I was a toy that had been restrained and prepared for eventual use.

As I lay there, fear and desire dominated my thoughts. Soon, I began to struggle. This time, the need to touch myself made it impossible to be still. My clit was swollen and demanding attention. Calling out, I begged them to return. The sensations caused by my pussy and breasts being on display were more than I could handle. The longer they ignored me, the more I struggled against my bonds. After what seemed like hours, I heard them laughing as they headed down the hall. I wasn’t sure I liked the tone of their laughter.

At the sound of the door opening, I strained to see them. Splitting up, Christina approached me on the left and the stranger claimed her spot on my right. Both of them greedily began to suck on my nipples. Having both of my breasts suckled at the same time startled me. Making myself think, I asked them to talk to me, wanting them to acknowledge me, I continued to beg them for a response. They just ignored me and continued chewing and tugging on my nipples. My fear of the stranger grew. She was rougher than Christina.

As if by secret message, they both released my breasts. It was obvious the stranger had taken control when she told Christina to strip. Watching the stranger order Christina around further enflamed my desire. Now completely naked, Christina awaited further instruction. Turning my head, I could see how hard her nipples were. I could only imagine how wet her pussy was getting. Mine must have been gushing. The smell of our pussies once again comingling and creating an even more delicious aroma.

Without further ado, the stranger pulled her simple blue knit dress over her head. She was braless and her impossibly large breasts were on full display. She was even paler than I and had a small scattering of freckles across the top of her breasts. Her nipples were bigger than mine also. Pink and swollen, they sported long nipples. Just staring at those nipples brought images of my tongue swirling around them. Without warning, a small moan escaped my lips. It had not been twenty four hours since I had first tasted a woman and I already needed another one. The smile on the stranger’s face told me that she had heard my moan.

Pulling herself up and onto Christina’s princess bed, she swung one pale curvy leg over my waist and straddled me. Straining to see, I was met with two large pink lips with just a tuft of red hair above them. It was instantly apparent who had taught Christina her grooming skills. The scent of this woman surrounded me as she scooted her pussy closer to my face. Her scent was different than Christina’s; stronger and mustier. Imagining the taste of her I strained to reach that scent. A scent that promised her pussy was not only beautiful but tasty too.

Without a word to me, she grabbed the headboard and pulled herself up. Placing her legs on each side of my head, she straddled my face. Instantly, I was blinded. Her grinding left no options. I started licking. As my tongue thrust into her pussy, I wasn’t disappointed. She was sopping wet. The juices pouring from her quickly filled my mouth with delight. I never wanted to stop. As this woman rode my face without any regard for me, I realized I truly was nothing more than a fuck toy.

The whole time the redhead was grinding my face, Christina just stood there naked. Obviously waiting for instructions, she remained still. Grasping the headboard again, the stranger pulled herself higher. Now, only her clit was within reach. With her ass pushed back and on full display, she snapped at Christina. She ordered her to begin licking her ass and told her not to stop until she was told to. Christina immediately spread the stranger’s J-LO ass cheeks and started lapping at her asshole. The response was immediate. The stranger started yelling. She told both of us to go faster.

Christina was slurping her ass and I was slurping her clit. Her grinding continued to speed up, as she moaned and yelled for release. My pussy was responding as if I were the one being lashed by a pair of tongues. Swelling and gushing, my pussy longed to be touched. Her grinding made it hard to breath. Panicked that I would pass out before she came, I doubled my efforts. Cum was already dripping down my face when her thighs began to tighten, breath completely blocked, I licked and licked. Shoving her pussy even further into my face she came. She bucked furiously as waves of pleasure assaulted her. Christina continued to work her ass, while the stranger screamed in ecstasy. Finally she collapsed. Breath assaulted my lungs as she rolled off my face and stood next to Christina. Grabbing Christina’s neck, she kissed her deeply. Without even a word to me, she thanked Christina for the present, told her she was a good girl and grabbed her clothes. Pulling the blue dress over her head, she left the room.

Finally, I was spoken to. Christina leaned over me whispering, “You were wonderful.” She began to kiss me. Moaning softly she licked the other woman’s cum from my mouth. Not being able to stand another moment of this torment I started whispering to Chris. I implored her to touch my clit. Instead her mouth moved to my breasts. Her licks and nibbles made my torment worse. Again I pleaded with her to let me cum. She just hushed me and continued to chew on first one nipple then the other. As her bites became more aggressive, I yelled out with each jolt of pain. This was an agony that was immediately followed by an even stronger jolt of pleasure. Tears appeared in my eyes as I strained against my bonds and continued to beseech her for relief. Lifting her head and looking at me wickedly, she finally said, “Ok.”

Stepping back from me, Christina moved towards her dresser. Not being able to see what she was doing, I had to content myself with listening. The sound of a drawer opening shouldn’t have filled me with such apprehension. With something in her hand she returned to my side. Arching her eyebrow, she held up the largest vibrator I had ever seen. It was dark pink, sparkly and at least nine inches long and three inches wide. A harsh buzzing snapped me out of my shock and I began to try to reason with Christina. Pointing out to her that I had never had anything nearly that big in me; I begged her to untie me. Once again my pleas fell on deaf ears.

Her hands roughly pushed my legs even further apart. I knew my pussy was glistening and stretched wide open. Taking the vibrator in her right hand, she began stroking her way up my thigh. Wanting my clit to make contact, I lifted myself and strained to reach her and her toy. Placing her hand on the curve of my belly, she abruptly pushed my hips back into the bed. Submissive Christina was no longer in the room. Passively and with deference in my voice, I politely asked her to relieve me. Ignoring me, she continued guiding the vibrator home.

Feeling the large pink tip prodding my swollen lips even further apart, I began to feel fear. It was too big. The abrupt invasion of my pussy pulled a yelp from my mouth as Christina plunged her weapon as deep as she could. Pausing to let me catch my breath, she watched me intently. Seeing me relax, she began plunging the vibrator in and out of me. Each thrust she made was just a little harder than the last. Sensations I had never felt before began erupting throughout my body. Like in a firework show each sensation brought me closer to the grand finale. As my cries for relief became more desperate, she brought her other hand to my clit. Her expert fingers started rubbing me with a frantic urgency. Yelling “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” over and over again, I arched my hips. The sensation of a massive artificial cock filling me combined with the contractions ripping through my pussy were too much to bear. Immediately, my body was possessed with even stronger contractions. As I started to unclench, I began to beg her to stop. My clitoris was so sensitive that each touch elicited a scream. She tweaked my clit one more time and slid the still buzzing invader from my body.

Leaning over me, she kissed me gently on my mouth. Too spent to move, I lay there restrained. My face was covered in a strangers cum and my pussy felt red and swollen. I had never felt more complete or more content. Christina began telling me about her plans for our senior year. A smile spread across my face as I imagined all the people we were going to fuck and all the ways we were going to be fucked.

Christina climbed back on the bed. The next thing I saw was her gaping gash descending on my face. My tongue plunged into her pussy as I imagined all the lovely strangers we were going to meet.

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