December 2007

Miyuki had told Frederick that her name meant “snow” in Japanese, but
he hadn’t realized that it also meant that snow would turn her on.
Normally, the women he dated wanted to stay inside when it was cold.,
but not Miyuki. As soon as it started snowing, she’d insist that they
go outside and build snowmen, make snow angels, go sledding.

There was a particularly heavy storm one January that shut down
schools and roads and businesses, and Miyuki couldn’t have been any
happier. She and Frederick went out and walked through the woods,
listening to the quiet of the world around them, and then they had a
playful snowball fight that left them both soaked and lying in a
snowdrift, their clothes soaked.

Miyuki rolled over onto Frederick and stuffed some snow down his
pants. But instead of it cooling his ardor, he felt himself getting a
major erection. Miyuki’s slender legs were rubbing against his and he
slipped his gloved hands under her sweater to feel her small tits.

“Right here?” he asked her, feeling her moving her hips against his.
The snow was melting in his pants and trickling down his balls.

“Right here,” she said, leaning down to kiss him. Frederick groaned
as she slipped off her gloves and wrapped her hands around his cock.
The snow was still falling, glistening in her long black hair, and her
normally creamy soft cheeks were flushed from the cold. He could feel
her hard nipples brushing against his fingertips through his gloves.
He pinched them lightly, provoking a soft moan from Miyuki, and she
squeezed his prick more firmly.

Frederick rolled over so he was on top, and Miyuki pulled down her
pants. Despite the fact that he was hard and, judging from the heat
emanating from her pussy, Miyuki was wet, it was freezing, lying in the
snowdrift, and they were both in the mood for a quickie.

She parted her legs and Frederick flexed his hips. Her pussy seemed
incredibly warm around his cock after the cold winter air. Snowflakes
landed on his ass as he pushed in deeper, listening to her moans of
pleasure as his hard rod penetrated her softness. He reached down,
sliding his hand between them as he pumped his cock in and out of her
pussy, and flicked his gloved fingers over Miyuki’s hard clit.

“Mmm, I love fucking in the snow,” Miyuki moaned, pushing her hips
back up against his thrusting pole, rubbing her clit against his
fingers. “Makes me so wet,” she whispered, kissing Frederick and
humping his prick faster. With each stroke, his cock was surrounded by
the frigid air, and then by the welcoming warmth of Miyuki’s pussy.
The contrast was arousing, and he rubbed her clit more quickly, anxious
for her to come before he did.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, and Miyuki did, almost immediately.
He could feel the wetness of her pussy seeping through his gloves, and
her clit throbbing against his fingers. Her hair was covered with
white snow, shining against the black strands, and her lips were
parted, glistening with his kisses. As he stared at her beauty, he
felt her pussy contracting around his cock, and he thrust deep inside
her, unable to hold back any longer.

They came together, snow melting around them, and as soon as they were
done, they hopped up, Miyuki rubbing her chilly ass, Frederick’s cock
dripping white cum onto the white snow. They kissed once more and ran
inside to warm up and watch the rest of the snow fall.

My wife Milly would have made a great old-time movie star, because
she’s really curvy. Not like these thin models you see all the time
now, a real woman - with big, bouncy breasts, sweet full hips, and
thighs you can really grab onto. Like most women, I guess she’s a
little concerned with her weight, but I think she’s sexy as hell.

The other thing I’ve noticed is that she gets checked out a lot when
we’re out together, but mostly by black guys. I try to point that out
to her, so she can feel good about herself, but it just makes her
blush. I think they just like the way she looks, long curly blonde
hair, big blue eyes, and her big, curvy butt.

One time when she was particularly down on herself, I walked up to
this guy I had seen checking her out. “You like my wife?” I asked him.
He was a tall black guy with huge arms, like he worked out a lot.

“She’s fine,” he said to me, eyeing Milly appreciatively. “That’s the
kind of woman you want in bed, all soft, none of that bony shit.”

“Come over here and tell her that,” I said, and he did. He introduced
himself as Eman, and he flirted with Milly like there was no tomorrow.
I could tell she was loving it too, by the way she kept blushing and
her nipples were all hard. I got an idea. I invited Eman over to our
place, and he accepted. I think Milly knew what I was up to, because
she jumped into the car with Eman, and they followed me home. Halfway
home, I saw Milly’s head disappear down into Eman’s lap, and he had a
big old smile on his face.

When we got inside, Eman sat down in the living room while I went to
the kitchen to get us some drinks. “I sucked him off on the way home,”
Milly said, pressing her big boobs up against my back and whispering in
my ear. “He was so hard, and his cum tasted so good. I know you want
me to fuck him, don’t you?”

I turned to look at my beautiful wife and kissed her. “You do
whatever you want, baby. I just want you to know that there are
thousands of men out there who think you’re just as gorgeous as I do.”

We sat around, drinking and talking. Milly and Eman were on the couch
together, and she kept rubbing her tits against his arm and reaching
over and squeezing his bulge. I loved seeing her being so
self-confident, and I was glad Eman was really appreciating her.
Finally he put down his drink and pulled Milly into his arms and kissed
her. He squeezed her big soft tits. It was an incredible turn-on for
me to see his dark hands on her pale flesh, especially when he pulled
off her bra and rolled her nipples around between his fingers.

I don’t know who ever said that black men didn’t eat pussy, but Eman
went at it like a champ. As soon as Milly was completely naked, he got
right down there between my wife’s thick, sexy thighs and planted his
face right on her little blonde curls. He must have been pretty good
at it too, judging from the way she was moaning. He made her come
about three times and then stood up, shucking off his clothes and
smiling down at her.

“You ready for me, you sexy thing?” he asked Milly. She nodded and
reached up her arms. Eman stroked his prick a few times, showing off
how hard it was. “I’m gonna make love to you, baby,” he said. He
knelt in front of her and eased his dick into her cunt. Despite being
a big woman, Milly has the tightest twat you’ve ever known. My dick
was smaller than Eman’s, and it took a while for me to get in. When he
was balls-deep, though, he really began giving it to her, sliding his
meat in and out of her luscious hole, his balls bouncing against her
ass.

Milly was loving every second of it, groaning and sighing as Eman
fucked her. He finally came, thrusting deep inside her and moaning in
pleasure. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he said, kissing Milly as he
withdrew.

Now Milly actually notices guys looking at her, and she’s gotten much
more self-confident. And every once in a while, I let her take one of
those admirers home, just to remind her how hot she really is.

Thomas turned on his webcam and stripped off his shirt and jeans. His
cock was already half-hard, tugging at the leg of his boxer shorts. He
sat down in the comfortable desk chair and adjusted the camera so it
was pointing at his cock. By then he was completely hard. He opened
the private channel to a few of his close female friends - all single
women in their twenties he had met online. As they watched, he began
to give them a show.

Sliding his hand down to his boxers, Thomas wrapped his hand around
his cock through the material so they could see the outline of his
prick. He pumped it a few times, knowing he was already rock-hard as
he pictured the women sitting there and watching him on their screens.
He aimed his dick to the side and slid the leg of his boxers up so they
could see his cockhead. He was so hard that the slit at the tip seemed
to be wide open and ready to come already.

“Quit teasing us,” one of the women grinned in a private message.
Thomas smiled. He would put on a good show for them. He pulled the
waistband of his boxers down and let his cockhead poke out, pressing
against his stomach. He left it there as he reached down and squeezed
his balls, making his dick throb. He zoomed out for a moment so the
women could see his chest as well and then zoomed back in to a tight
shot on his dick.

“You’re making my mouth water,” a message from one of his other
friends appeared on the screen. Thomas leaned back in his chair,
easing his boxers down lower and lower. He had a surprise for them
tonight. He lifted his hips, pulling the boxers down to his thighs,
but keeping his dick and balls covered with his free hand. Finally he
tossed the underwear aside and pulled his hand away. His dick bounced
in the air.

“You shaved!” five messages appeared on Thomas’ screen at once and he
chuckled. He had shaved his cock and balls clean earlier that night,
just to show it off. The skin around there was smooth and clean, and
even his balls were hairless. He stroked around his dick, feeling it
brush against his hand, showing off. He stood and turned to the side,
letting his cock stick out so they could get a side view.

“That’s so sexy,” a private message whispered. “I’ve got my hand on
my pussy right now, and I’m so wet from looking at you.” Thomas
grinned as he sat back down.

He glanced at the image on his screen of his dick and adjusted the cam
again for a better view. He reached down and began stroking his cock
with one hand. His fist wrapped around the shaft, ending just before
his prominent, helmet-shaped cockhead. He pressed his thumb along the
vein on the underside, letting it brush against the bottom of his
cockhead as he pumped.

“Mmm, I’d love to be sucking that right now,” a woman said to him, and
he jerked his dick faster, knowing she was watching him and licking her
lips. His fingers brushed against his newly shaved skin, and his
cockhead bulged in pleasure. He paused his beating off for a moment to
point his cockhead at the camera, spreading around the pre-cum that had
gathered on the tip.

“Ooh, I’m coming!” the woman who had been fingering her pussy cried
out. Thomas grunted and fisting his prick faster. He leaned back,
gasping as he came. His cock sprayed semen, sending jets into the air,
his dick’s pulsing captured by the camera. He leaned back and smiled
as the women applauded him. He always tried to put on a good show.

“It’s just that the only time I’ve ever eaten pussy, I couldn’t
breathe!” Francesca said.

Jennifer nodded. “That is a problem. It helps if the woman is
shaved, but you have to kind of look up while you’re doing it. Use
your fingers inside her pussy, and lick her clit. You can pull back a
little, too, and just use the end of your tongue, like this.” She
paused and extended her tongue, wiggling it back and forth lewdly.

Francesca giggled. “Okay, I can do that.” She stuck out her tongue
and wiggled it like Jennifer was doing.

“Want to try it out?” Jennifer asked. She stood up and pulled down
her jeans and panties, and then sat on the couch, spreading her legs
wide, her wet pussy pouting at Francesca. Francesca hesitated for a
moment and then knelt on the couch, placing her hands on Jennifer’s
thighs and lowering her head to her friend’s cunt.

Jennifer held Francesca’s hair back from her face and lifted her head,
watching as Francesca extended her tongue and flicked it lightly over
her clit. “Good,” she said. “Now lean a little closer, but use your
fingers to spread the lips apart.”

Francesca did as she was directed, encouraged by the sounds of
Jennifer’s moans. She took deep breaths, trying not to let her nose
dip into the light fuzz of hair above Jennifer’s clit. “Now finger
me,” Jennifer breathed, opening her eyes to check on Francesca’s
progress. Francesca shifted slightly, using her thumb and forefinger
to hold Jennifer’s labia open as her other fingers slid easily into
Jennifer’s pussy.

“In and out, in and out, oh yes, just like that,” Jennifer murmured.
She tilted her hips up slightly, and Francesca moved back, breathing
through her nose. Each exhalation caused the wispy hairs on Jennifer’s
mons to wave slightly. Her fingers, slick with Jennifer’s stickiness,
moved back and forth, tickling the edge of Jennifer’s wet pussy as she
stroked back in. Her tongue was a blur of motion, pushing back and
forth.

“I’m gonna come,” Jennifer moaned, resting her hands on Francesca’s
head. Francesca paused to catch her breath. “No!” Jennifer howled,
pushing Francesca’s tongue back.

“Don’t,” Jennifer breathed heavily, “do that. Keep going, keep going,
or I’ll lose it.” Francesca dove back down, thrusting her tongue
against Jennifer’s clit in quick, hard strokes, the tiny nub springing
back and forth against the pressure. Jennifer began moaning in
satisfaction again, moving her hips in time with Francesca’s tongue and
fingers.

“Okay, here it comes,” Jennifer said. She kept her hands tightly on
Francesca’s head, stroking her soft brown hair, and then she bucked her
hips up frantically. “Hold still,” she gasped. Francesca froze, her
tongue flat against Jennifer’s clit, her fingers buried inside her
cunt. She could feel the tremors of Jennifer’s climax, her cunt
rippling along her fingers as her clit pulsed with her heartbeat.

“Okay, okay,” Jennifer gasped, releasing Francesca’s head and pressing
her hips back down against the couch as Francesca sat up, removing her
fingers slowly. “Good,” Jennifer smiled, pushing her hair back from
her face and grinning. “Very good. Could you breathe?”

Francesca nodded. “Yup. That was much easier. But I’ll have to try
it again to be sure I’ve got my technique down right.”

“You can have a lesson anytime you want,” Jennifer smiled.

Bonnie was nervous. She had never been on TV before, even if it was
just a local news show. She touched her sleek brown hair nervously and
tugged at her skirt, which was riding obscenely high on her thighs.
She knew she should have worn pants.

“Well that’s about it,” Liz, the reporter, said when they were
finished. The cameraman took the tape and left. Liz didn’t move. “I
enjoyed meeting you,” she said.

“Me too,” said Bonnie. Liz leaned forward again, exposing her small
tits. She was braless under her white silk shirt. She placed her hand
on Bonnie’s thigh.

“I’d like to get to know you better, if you have time,” she said, and
her hand slid up under Bonnie’s short skirt, teasing her skin through
her pantyhose.

Bonnie inhaled and before she knew it, Liz’s fingertips were stroking
her clit through her pantyhose and panties. She knew she was dripping,
but Liz’s smile confirmed her wetness.

“Stand up,” Liz said, standing herself. She shrugged out of her jacket
and shirt and pulled Bonnie’s sweater over her head. Bonnie stood in
confusion until Liz took her hands and cupped them around her firm
tits. Bonnie’s cunt grew even damper as she trailed her fingers over
Liz’s stiff nipples. Liz busied herself removing the rest of Bonnie’s
clothes and then her own as Bonnie explored the reporter’s soft tits.

Liz fell to her knees and nudged Bonnie’s thighs apart and then spread
her labia with her thumbs. Bonnie’s clit stuck out, pouting at her
from between the folds of her cunt. Liz flicked at it with the tip of
her tongue, smiling when Bonnie’s legs shook and she clutched at Liz’s
hair. “Do you like to have your clit sucked?” she asked.

A moan was Bonnie’s response. Liz smiled again and began to suck the
other woman’s clit, pulling at it with her lips and teeth. Bonnie
propped one foot on a chair, spreading her legs wide for Liz’s mouth.
As she nibbled Bonnie’s clit, Liz slid her fingers up and thrust them
into Bonnie’s wet snatch, provoking another moan and shiver from
Bonnie.

When her fingers were soaked with Bonnie’s juices, she spread her hand
wide and kept her middle finger in Bonnie’s cunt and slid her pinky
teasingly back to Bonnie’s asshole. As she licked Bonnie’s erect
clit, Liz carefully pushed her small, wet finger into the puckered
mouth of Bonnie’s ass.

“Yes,” Bonnie shrieked, coming before Liz knew what hit her. Her pussy
and ass squeezed Liz’s fingers, the motion of Liz’s hand in her asshole
driving her over the edge. Her clit throbbed against Liz’s tongue,
juices pouring down her hand as she wiggled her fingers, extending
Bonnie’s orgasm.

Bonnie collapsed on the floor as soon as Liz removed her fingers. “Not
yet,” Liz teased. “I want you to eat my pussy like I ate yours.” She
knelt over Bonnie’s face as she lay on the floor, her ass pressing
against Bonnie’s nose, her labia kissing Bonnie’s lips.

Though she had never eaten another woman’s cunt, Bonnie eagerly set to
the task, sucking the cream from Liz’s pussy, exploring the ripples and
ridges inside her twat with her tongue and fingers. She shoved two,
then three, then four fingers inside Liz and listened to the woman’s
howls of pleasure. Smiling, Bonnie continued her assault on Liz’s cunt.

Liz was bucking against Bonnie’s face and pinching her nipples as she
cried out in pleasure. Her slit dripped juices over Bonnie’s face, and
Bonnie was so aroused again she could have come in an instant.

As if reading her mind, Liz leaned forward and thrust her fingers into
Bonnie’s gaping snatch. The women fucked each other, Liz with her
fingers, Bonnie with her tongue, and they rode each other to another
orgasm.

Afterwards, their faces sticky with pussy cream, the women kissed and
caressed each other’s breasts. Bonnie sighed in pleasure. “I can’t
wait for my interview to air.”

“Maybe we should get together when it’s on. We can watch it, spend a
little time together.”

“I’d definitely enjoy that,” Bonnie said, and left the television
studio looking forward to their next encounter.

I was very lucky to have found work as a maid in the home of a wealthy
couple. Esme and Robert were rich and good-looking, and very nice. I
didn’t mind working for them at all. Esme hadn’t been feeling well, so
they asked me to stay the weekend. Esme asked me to help her take a
bath, so I did. I blushed a little when I saw her naked, but she just
eased into the water. I washed her carefully, moving the soft suds
over her long, graceful limbs. It was humid in the bathroom, and I was
starting to sweat, and then when the water sloshed over the edge of the
enormous garden tub, Esme suggested that I take off my clothes.

I shrugged out of the short black dress and white apron that I wore
for work, and knelt by the tub in only my black bra and panties. Esme
was much taller than me, and though we were both thin, she had big
breasts and curvy hips, where I was built petite and small-breasted. I
was surprised to see the soft blonde hair at the apex of her thighs. I
had always thought she dyed her hair. “You have a beautiful body,”
Esme said, running her hand over my breasts.

My breath caught in my throat, and she leaned forward and kissed me
softly on the mouth, tangling her hands through my hair, releasing the
bobby pins that held it back so it fell, long and shiny blue-black,
over my shoulders. She moved my bra strap down my shoulder, exposing
one of my small tits, and idly fingered my nipple as I tried to keep my
breathing under control. I thought she might kiss me again, but she
simply leaned back into the water and closed her eyes.

I finished bathing her, noticing that my nipples were hard and my
panties more than slightly damp, and then I helped her out of the bath
and dried her with one of their fluffy white towels which I had washed
earlier that day. Esme slipped into a short silk chemise and got back
into bed. She beckoned to me, and I walked towards her, slightly
nervous but very aroused.

“Strip for me, An,” she said. I finished pulling off my bra and
stepped out of my panties. Esme smiled and nodded. “Turn around,” she
said. I turned around, feeling my wet cunt lips brushing against my
thighs, and the juices leaking from my slit. Esme smiled at me and
patted the bed beside her. As soon as I sat down, she took me in her
arms and kissed me again.

We lay on the bed, kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. I felt
so small beside her, her beautifully manicured hands tracing patterns
on my breasts and then dipping between my thighs to tease my wet pussy.
She was fingering my cunt when Robert walked in. I noticed him first
and gasped, trying to move away, apologizing profusely.

“Shh, An,” Robert said. He walked over and caressed my face, and I
could see his erection straining under his slacks. He joined us on the
bed, and soon he was naked as well. I was lying between Esme and
Robert as they kissed and caressed me, making me orgasm over and over
again.

“Would you like to eat Esme’s cunt while I fuck you?” Robert said,
kissing my ear and lightly nibbling on my neck. I sighed in pleasure
and rolled over, burying my face between Esme’s thighs. I had never
eaten pussy before, but once I got the hang of it, I loved it. It
tasted warm and sweetly salty, and I really liked the sounds of
pleasure Esme made when I ran my tongue over her clit.

Robert moved behind me and slid his cock into my pussy. It wasn’t
huge, but it was nice and hard, and he began to push it in and out of
my wet, tight pussy with slow strokes. I felt totally uninhibited and
natural in bed with Esme and Robert, and more to the point, I was
extremely turned on.

Esme came first, crying out in ecstasy as I pressed my tongue against
her clit. Then Robert pushed hard against my ass, his hands resting on
my slim hips, his balls slipping over my clit, and I could feel his cum
squirting inside me. We fell asleep on the bed together, and I spent
the rest of the weekend tending to their needs. I still like being
their maid, but I like being their mistress even more.

Moira marched up and down in front of me, wearing fatigues and shiny
combat boots. Her straightened hair was pulled back in a severe bun.
Even though the uniform hid all of her sexy body, she was still about
the sexiest sight I had ever seen. Her brown eyes flashed as she
looked me up and down. “You think you’re good enough to eat my pussy?”
she asked, putting her hands on her hips and facing me.

“Yes, ma’am,” I said meekly. My cock was throbbing inside my pants so
hard I thought it might rip through the fabric at any moment. I wanted
to eat Moira’s pussy more than anything else.

Moira paused, pulling her pants out of her boots and sliding them off.
She was wearing dark green panties, and when she kicked them aside
too, I could smell the heat of her pussy. She stepped forward, placing
her combat boots on either side of my knee. “Well, let’s have it
then,” she said. My nose was buried in the kinky black hair of her
muff, and when I inhaled I nearly shot my wad in my pants.

Holding back my own excitement, I stuck out my tongue and licked
tentatively along Moira’s juicy crack. “Is that the best you can do?”
she demanded. Afraid that she might take the sweetness of her cunt
away from me, I started to lick her faster. She put her hands on my
head, guiding me to her clit. I held onto her thighs while I slurped
at her pussy.

“Faster, dammit,” Moira urged me. I ran my tongue faster and faster
up and down her pussy, sucking at her juices and working my tongue
around her stiff clit until I felt it starting to pulse. Her entire
pussy throbbed as she came, and I had to suck frantically to keep up
with the juices flowing from her cunt, but Moira acted like nothing had
happened.

“That was okay,” Moira said. “But let’s see how you handle your own
equipment.” She shrugged out of her jacket so she was wearing only a
green tank top and her combat boots. It looked damn sexy against her
deep brown skin, and her thighs were coated with her own wetness.

I fumbled with my zipper and then released my prick. It felt as hard
as steel and incredibly hot as I wrapped my fist around it. Moira
reached between her thighs, rubbing her clit idly as she watched me
jerking off. She was so tough that she didn’t even seem to notice when
she came, and that made me even hornier.

My fist was flying up and down my dick, lubricated by the pre-cum that
had nearly covered my shaft, and I felt my balls rising up. With a
groan, I pushed my dick forward into my hand, feeling it throb as I
released the load of cum I had been holding back for so long. I came
so hard I thought I would never stop, my cum pouring down over my hand
and trickling down to my balls.

“Good work, soldier,” Moira said. “Now get that thing hard again so
you can fuck me.” I began to stroke my prick immediately. After all,
an order was an order.

Geoff could still taste Lauren’s pussy on his lips. He closed his
eyes, letting the slight rocking motion of the train relax him. He
inhaled, smiling as the warm odor of her sweet juices drifted from his
goatee, filling his mind with thoughts of how sweet she had tasted.
She had woken him up that morning, her lips wrapped tight around his
cock, and sucked him, her blonde hair falling over her face as she slid
her warm mouth up and down his prick until he exploded, leaving the
taste of his cum on her tongue.

Geoff reached down, adjusting his rising cock as he licked his lips,
savoring the tangy taste of her pussy. Lauren had writhed in pleasure
under the ministrations of his tongue, coming over and over again as he
had dragged his tongue over her clit and then plunged it deep inside
her, covering his face with her sweet honey and sucking her juices into
his mouth. The scent stayed with him all morning, and every time Geoff
shifted, he felt his cock throb, the smell of her on his skin and
moustache a reminder of their pleasure.

Jody, one of the secretaries, was leaning over his desk as they looked
at some papers together. She sniffed, wrinkling her brow as she tried
to place the smell. Then her eyes widened as she realized that her
co-worker Geoff smelled enticingly like another woman’s wet pussy. Her
nipples hardened under her blouse, and she felt her cunt growing
warmer. She excused herself quickly and headed to the ladies’ room.
Without bothering to pull down her pantyhose, she slipped her fingers
into her panties.

Her warm juices poured over her hand as she slid her fingers back and
forth, teasing her clit. She could smell her wet pussy, and she
shivered in pleasure, flicking her fingertip lightly across her stiff
clit. As she came, she thrust a finger deep inside the well of her
cunt, feeling the walls pulling tight around her hand, juices dripping
over her palm and down her thighs.

“Here’s that file you wanted,” Jody said, dropping the manila folder on
her boss’ desk. Andrew picked it up, flipping through it, and then
sniffed suspiciously. Jody’s perfume was mingled with another,
stronger scent. He lifted the file to his nose, inhaling again, and as
he recognized the scent, his cock pulsed, twitching inside his boxers
until he was fully hard.

“Jody, please hold my calls,” Andy said, moving out from behind his
desk long enough to lock the door to his office. His mind was
spinning. He had always thought Jody was sexy, but imagining her
fingering herself was driving him while. He inhaled the papers again
where her fingers had imprinted her secret scent, easing down his
zipper and taking the hard length of his cock in his hand.

Andy stroked himself, licking his lips as he smelled her sweetness, his
prick throbbing against his palm. He wondered what it would be like to
taste her, to suck her clit, rub his face in her pussy until his skin
was covered with her juices. He groaned, leaning back in his chair as
his cockhead pulsed, sending jets of warm seed into the air, trickling
down his fingers.

When 5:30 came, Geoff headed out the door. His cock had been hard
nearly all day, he had hardly moved from his chair. Each step he took
seemed to make his cock more sensitive. He could still smell Lauren’s
tangy juices in the hair of his goatee, but he couldn’t wait to get
home and refresh his memory.

“What are they doing?” Adelle giggled, staring at the soft-porn movie
on the TV. Two women were locked in a 69, their arms behind each
other’s knees as they ate each other out. One of them moved up,
rubbing her breast against the other’s sloppy cunt lips.

“Does that even feel good?” Bea asked, rubbing lotion on her long,
slender legs. “Having someone rub their tit on your pussy?”

“I have no idea,” Adelle said, and the women resumed watching the
movie. As the lesbian scene continued to unfold, they shifted in their
seats, feeling their pussies growing wet the longer they watched. “I’m
dying to know what it feels like, though.” She shifted her eyes over
to Bea, who winked at her.

“I’m game,” Bea said, pulling her shirt over her head. Her tits were
small and firm, sitting high on her tight dancer’s body. Adelle pulled
her panties off and spread her legs. Bea moved between them and rubbed
her breasts slowly over Adelle’s pussy, one at a time, until they were
shining with her juices. “Good?” she asked, looking up at Adelle.

Adelle nodded. “It’s nice,” she said. “But I bet a finger or a
tongue would feel a lot better.” Bea moved back, sliding a finger into
Adelle’s pussy and licking slowly around her clit. Adelle moaned in
pleased approval.

“Like that?” Bea asked casually, flicking her tongue lightly back and
forth over the bud of Adelle’s pussy.

“Just like that,” Adelle breathed. “Come here.” She held out her
arms and Bea flipped around so they settled into a 69, just like the
women on the screen, who were now moaning in climax.

The women explored each other’s pussies slowly, slipping tongues over
hard clits and wet cunt lips, shivering with pleasure. “Look what
they’re doing now,” Bea murmured, dipping her tongue inside Adelle’s
quivering slit.

Adelle peered around Bea’s muscular thigh to look at the television.
As they ate each other’s pussies, the women were now fingering each
other’s assholes. “You want to try that?” Adelle asked, and then
gasped in pleased surprise as Bea’s wet finger slowly slid from her
cunt back to her asshole. The tight hole opened easily, allowing Bea’s
finger to slip inside.

Copying Bea’s motions, Adelle wet her index finger in Bea’s pussy and
then eased it back to her butt. Soon they were finger-fucking each
other’s asses as they continued eating each other out. They rolled
over, switching positions so Adelle was on top, and Adelle used her
other hand to finger Bea’s pussy at the same time.

As the women on screen erupted in another series of noisy orgasms, so
did Adelle and Bea, moaning loudly and coming, their cunts and asses
pulsing with contractions after contractions. They pulled away and
kissed softly, their fingers and mouths sticky with each other’s
juices. “Well,” Adelle said, “now we know what it feels like.”

“That we do,” Bea grinned. “A learning experience.” She reached for
the remote and flipped the channel as Adelle nuzzled her neck gently.

I thought I was in heaven when I saw Rose’s closet. Not only was it a
walk-in, bigger than the first apartment I’d had when I’d moved to the
city, but where most women would have had clothes, Rose had nothing but
shoes. Shelves after shelves, all high heels. From chunky platform
sandals to the slimmest stilettos.

“Shall I model them for you?” Rose asked, walking into the closet and
stepping in front of me. The closet was big enough for two people to
stand side by side, but she made sure that her pretty, round ass
brushed against me. She winked at me, sexy and slow, when she felt my
stiff prick throbbing against her ass.

“Yes, please,” I breathed. Rose pulled out a small comfortable stool
and settled on it, pulling off her thigh-high stockings and wiggling
her bare toes at me. Her toenails were painted a vampy scarlet red,
and my dick pulsed a little faster when I saw them.

“Get on your knees,” she said as she pulled down a few pairs. I did
so, adjusting my swollen dick. Rose reached forward and unzipped my
pants, freeing my swollen shaft. When she sat back up, she traced her
toes over the head. I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling her toes
spreading my hot pre-cum over my dickhead. I nearly gasped when she
pulled her foot away.

“These first,” she said. I slipped the shoes over her feet. They were
clear plastic mules with red plastic cherries dangling near the toes.
She modeled them for me as I rubbed her smooth, soft calves, the sharp
heels pressing against my thighs. When she moved her legs and the tips
of the heels brushed over my prick, I groaned aloud.

“Rose,” I said.

“Not yet,” she said, flipping the shoes off and handing me another
pair. I could smell her wet cunt as she parted her legs. I slipped
the next pair of heels onto her, strappy silver sandals. Her feet were
so soft and smooth, my cock was now covered with pre-cum. I laced up
the straps and rubbed my cock over her toes where they protruded
between the sandal straps. “You’re so hard,” she purred.

“Give me another pair,” I pleaded, pulling off the sandals. My dick
was pulsing so hard it was bouncing up and down and her toenails were
shiny with my juices.

She gave me a pair of black spike heels that had to have been nearly
four inches high. I groaned aloud, thrusting my hips involuntarily as
the slick shoes slid over my hands. Rose grinned at me and then
stretched her legs wide apart. She fingered her juicy slit, slipping
her fingers under her silky panties and stroking the heels of her sexy
shoes along my cock.

I moved up, pressing my dick back against her shoe as she continued
pressing the heel against my straining cock, tracing the vein on the
underside with the point. Her breathing was getting harder. I held
her slender ankle in my hand, allowing me to press my prick more firmly
against the shoe, the head getting more and more swollen. Soon I was
fucking Rose’s shoe with abandon as she came, thrusting her fingers
into her pussy, throwing her head back and moaning. I grunted myself,
pushing my dick against her foot as I began to come. My hot jism
sprayed out of my bulging cockhead, coating her black shoes with long
strings of spunk.

“And just think,” Rose said, withdrawing her foot from my hand as my
cock sputtered to a stop. “We have all these pairs of shoes left.”

I was definitely in high heel heaven.