Hi! I’m Angela, I’m eighteen years old and I’ve been studying at North West State University for the last five months. I’m living in a student dorm after leaving home last September and I’ve met a bevy of great female friends. There’s Becky, Caroline, Daphne and Emma, and the five of us make up the college cheerleading squad.
At home, it never really occurred to me that I was beautiful, although I guess I’m conventionally good-looking, maybe even great-looking, in fact: I have long, brown, wavy hair, medium-sized 34C breasts, an athletic body, and long, smooth legs, plus a tight butt that sticks out when I wear the short cheerleading skirt I need to wear.
Now, though, I have discovered the joys of being desired, popular, the center of attention and the male gaze, where guys all across campus look at me and dream to be with me — to date me, kiss me, love me, and eff me; and all this has transformed my opinion of myself.
Now I have the confidence to flirt, banter and attract all kinds of men, plus I have really begun to explore my body as a sexual being. I have used my time in the dorm to explore my body, my breasts, my pussy; and have had many hot self-sessions in the dorm showers.
It helps to be surrounded by four other gorgeous women cheerleaders, too. Becky is tall, blond, with fabulous 34D breasts, complete with wide areolae and pointed, luscious nipples, an athletic body slightly curvier than mine, and equally long legs; Caroline is dark-haired, with a curvy body, somewhat shorter, but with big, round breasts and long nipples, plus thicker legs; Daphne is a lighter, ash blonde with a more willowy frame, smaller breasts, maybe 32B, but perfectly formed and firm, with a long torso, slim hips and the longest legs among us; while Emma is a redhead, with dead straight hair, pale, white skin, bright pink nipples, fleshy, yummy breasts, wide hips and muscled legs.
I know all this about their bodies because we have come to exploring each other’s bodies in the dorm room, and now I know their bodies almost as well as I do my own.
Six weeks ago, all five of us attended a small party in the football clubhouse over by the college stadium, where we met the team of jocks representing NWSU’s football team. Things went well until one of the shyer guys drank too much beer and bumped his head when he passed out on the floor. He went to hospital to be treated for concussion.
That was bad for him, but it was great for me, since I had a major crush on Coach Jake Saxon, who was a senior just last year and had come back this year to informally coach the team. I’m only eighteen, so he dismissed me as just some ditzy freshman, but after I marshaled the players and cheerleaders and helped one of his players at the hospital, he’d been impressed by the maturity I had displayed. One thing had led to another, and we had ended up in bed together back at his place and had had THE. BEST. SEX. EVER.
However, just two weeks later, Jake yelled at my friends when they refused to join a competitive cheerleading competition held in the civic center downtown. I decided this was a red flag, and we had an argument and split up. I still went to the competition alone, though. The civic center was under repair, and when I accidentally walked into the men’s toilets because some dufus construction worker had taken the signs off the door, I had come face-to-face with Patrick, one of the male cheerleaders in another team. He had flirted, and we agreed to meet up at the gym in the same building at twelve, where we had a fantastic, incredible sex session, helped by his well-endowed status.
We’ve been going out for a month now, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed his huge cock every time. It’s been awesome. Yet last night he called me, and didn’t sound happy. He’s coming over this morning to explain. What on earth is this?
There was a knock on the dorm door.
“Is that you, Patrick? Come in,” I answered.
He replied in the affirmative, then tried the door, which opened. He walked in, looking apologetic.
“What’s up?’ I asked, concerned.
“The phone call last night — it’s just that my competitive cheerleading team is thinking of going away for a few weeks. They wanna tour around the state, and depending on whether we win the competitions we enter, we could move up to national level.”
I was delighted. “Baby, that’s great! Why the anxiety?”
Patrick looked around the room. “You’re the only one here? Where are the girls?”
“Out shopping, as usual!” I smiled. “Honey, that’s great news! I’m really happy for you! It’s awesome that your team is gonna tour, plus you deserve the chance to try for a national title. What is there to be worried about?”
Patrick sighed. “Well, it’s just that it might be more than a month, even up to two, depending on how far we get. I’m worried that you won’t see me for a long time, and I don’t wanna lose you.”
I looked at him. It was good of him to care. “You’re not gonna lose me.”
“No, that’s not OK,” he said. “I’m twenty-one, and you’re only eighteen. I can’t expect an eighteen-year-old to be undyingly faithful to me if I’m gonna be away for weeks on end. I know you do your sexy times with the girls, but I just want you to know that I don’t expect you to live like a hermit. If you need something extra while I’m away, I won’t begrudge you it when I get back. You’re a healthy, beautiful woman with a high sex drive, and I don’t have the right to demand anything of you at your age.”
All this sounded reasonably sincere, but I was suspicious. “That’s very good of you to think like that, Patrick, but I’m a little skeptical. So you’re saying I can play around with other guys when you’re not around? What does this mean? Will you be playing around with other girls, too, then, while you’re on tour?”
He shrugged. “I doubt I’ll have the time. When we’re not playing, we’ll be practicing or traveling, so I don’t think they’ll be all that much opportunity.”
“Uh-huh.” I looked away, out of the window. I thought for a few moments. “OK, look. If we’re gonna have to trust each other, that’s fine, but I think you’re right. If you’re willing to turn a blind eye to anything I get up to, I don’t really have the right to demand anything more from you.”
“I see.” Patrick stepped forward to hug me. I looked up at him and he smiled. “I want you to know I’ve had the best time with you.”
I grinned. “Same here. I don’t think I’m gonna find another eight-inch cock in a hurry.” Then I had a sudden brainstorm. “Hey, look! I’ve got an idea. That huge cock of yours is a rare find. I’m willing to wait for its return.”
He burst out laughing. “Really?”
“However, I get all the benefit, and you get nothing.”
He hugged me close. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“Thanks,” I smiled. “Yet I think this deal is a little one-sided. I have an eight-inch cock to look forward to, so I think you should have something equally exciting.” I looked into his eyes. “You wanna know something? The girls have been talking nonstop about how awesome it is that I have you — and that cock. We’ve been dreaming about how incredible it would be if all of us could share it, even for just one session.”
Patrick was wide-eyed. “What!”
“Sure. I’m definite that they would totally be up for that. So here’s the deal — if we get horny while we’re apart, and meet a warm body somewhere. we won’t hold it against each other; but don’t go catching any feelings for anyone. I’ll do the same here. When you get back, you give me that cock, and I’ll give you five willing young pussies to put it in.”
“Wow,” he said. “That’s an offer I can’t refuse.”
I grinned. “I thought so.” I kissed him. “When are you leaving?”
“Friday,” he said.
It was Wednesday morning. “Well, that gives us a couple more days; and right now, the girls are gonna be out until lunch. So how about you give me some time with that huge thing of yours? I wanna make sure those big balls are fully drained before you leave, so we might as well get started now.”
Patrick smiled down at me. “Your wish is my command, milady.”
The next two days were a whirlwind of shopping trips, dates and more sex, before I finally waved goodbye to Patrick at the bus station. I chatted briefly with the other members of his cheerleading team, before waving them off as they left.
Back at the dorm, I was downbeat. “So that’s that,” I announced.
“Give me a break, baby,” cried Becky. “You’ve had nothing but excitement for the last forty-eight hours, and sex to last you for quite a while; so don’t give me that hard-done-by look. Patrick’s a good guy, isn’t he?”
“Hmph! I hope so. We made a promise.”
“No, you didn’t, hun,” said Caroline. “The fact is, you gave him express permission to play around, seeing as he gave the same to you first. Your only commitment is that he doesn’t fall in love with someone, which is much easier to keep. Seeing as you’re only eighteen, I think you can manage that yourself, and I think he probably can, too. I saw that itinerary of his tour. It’s absolutely nonstop. I can’t see him falling for anyone with that hectic schedule.”
“Right,” said Emma. “Plus you held out the promise of an epic sexfest with him for all five of us, and I am kinda looking forward to that, so don’t be messing it up now, with all this ‘in-my-misery’ garbage.”
“I agree,” said Daphne. “Snap out of it! We’ve got each other, haven’t we? What he can’t give you, we can make up for in other ways.”
“Yeah, I’ve started to miss your body, babe, while you’ve been gallivanting around with Patrick,” said Caroline. “I know his cock is awesome, but so is your pussy, and it’s been a while since we saw it, and I’m getting thirsty.”
I stood up. “GUYS! Will you just shut up? The fact is, I’m just not in the right headspace for all that right now, OK? Gimme a break!” I shot them a look and then flung open the door. “I’ll see you later.” I went out and slammed the door behind me.
I stomped off to the elevator, stabbed a button with my finger, and headed for the ground floor. Striding out of the dorm block, I marched across the grassy campus of North West State University in the bright, crisp sunshine, heading for the refectory. I was peckish, and could use a snack.
Huh, I thought. The girls were fine, really, but sometimes all they cared about was shopping and sex. Why was I the only one with a boyfriend. If they’re so hot and sexy, why do they spend so much time pleasuring each other, rather than heading out to meet guys? The fact was, they seemed shallow and selfish, like they just lived for guys to salivate over their bodies, prancing around, lapping up the attention, before heading back to the privacy of the dorm room, for another endless session of orgasmic pleasure. It was a wonder that they ever got any coursework done at all. Yet we all had good grades, so we were doing OK, despite all our extracurricular fun.
I slowed down to a stop. Well, huh. Maybe I had been a little hard on them. All they wanted was to cheer me up, and had offered the only solution they knew I loved; and I had chewed them out for it. Was it so wrong to accept a generous offer of two or three hours of female pleasure? Then I remembered Patrick’s cock. I was gonna miss him — and it. I tutted, annoyed with myself. Now who’s shallow?
I walked on, finally arriving at the refectory, where I lined up to buy a bag of potato chips, a soda and a candy bar. Totally healthy choices, I’m sure you’ll agree. Stuff it, I didn’t care right now. I wanted comfort food, really.
I paid for them and sat down at one of the long tables in rows that feature in college refectories the length and breadth of the nation, as nondescript as any other. Pop music played from the speakers as I began to eat.
I had nearly finished the potato chips when I spied a thin, tallish woman walking towards me. Her head was shaven, with only a half-inch growth of hair on most of it, but the top featured a luxuriant quiff of jet-black hair. She wore a stud in her nose and another in her ear, with a gold chain connecting the two. She had tattoos on her slim shoulders, and wore a cutoff white tank top with low armholes, revealing a substantial percentage of sideboob, yet without the necessary heft of breast tissue or cleavage to make it attractive. Instead, her braless breasts were small and pendulous, and from this angle, I could see a hint of areola, leading to small, pointed nipples that poked obviously through the thin material of the tank top. Beneath the hem, I saw a long expanse of toned abs and very low-slung hipster jeans, teamed with a black belt with silver studs. The jeans were blue and ripped at the knee, and her feet were topped off with bovver-boot Doc Martens. She came up to me chewing gum, and sat down directly opposite me.
“Hi,” she said.
“Yo,” I replied.
“You’re a cheerleader, I believe; by the looks of things.”
“And you’re a lesbian, by the same analysis, I guess.”
She smirked. “Right.”
“What do you want with me?”
“I don’t know, in truth; but I felt a vibe.”
“What?” I said, incredulous.
“I just saw you sitting there, so I came over.”:
I looked around the refectory. There were other female students present. “There are plenty of other girls just sitting here.”
She leaned back in her chair. “I guess; but they don’t have a vibe.”
I shrugged. “Look, I understand your interest, but I’m not into that right now. Just leave me alone with my candy bar and soda.”
“You stuck-up wench, I’ll show you! I didn’t come here to chat you up. I figured you needed some support.”
I was surprised. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah.” She looked around the room. She leaned towards me, conspiratorially. “I think you’re missing someone.”
I felt miffed. “What’s that to you? You reckon you’re gonna come over here and fix it? I’ve told you, I’m not interested; not in what you’re selling, anyway. I can get that from my girlfriends any time. You lesbians don’t hold a monopoly on that stuff, you know.”
“Stuff you! It took me years before I was brave enough to come out.”
I softened my attitude. “Look, I don’t mean to deny your life experience. It’s just that if your fix involves getting clothes-optional somewhere private, I have four hot babes waiting in my dorm; so I don’t know what else you could offer as a lesbian.”
“Well, huh!” she cried. “As a matter of fact, a lot! Did you know that lesbians have way more orgasms that straight women? Wanna know why?”
I considered. “I’ve heard about that; but I always figured that the straight people concerned were run-of-the-mill married folks. You know, straight women with clueless husbands who couldn’t give a woman an orgasm if her life depended on it.”
‘Well, that’s true. Why, what’s different for you?”
“Well, I’m single, I’m a cheerleader, and I’m surrounded by beautiful girls, and the four in my dorm are horny women who love experimenting with new ways of finding pleasure, so we’re not lacking in dildos and vibrators, if that’s what you were gonna suggest.”
She pointed a finger at me. “No way. You’re a freshman, right?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s pretty young. I’m a junior already, and I’ve been finding myself.”
“Uh-huh. So you’ve realized you like girls.”
“Right.”
I began to get curious. “Like, what’s the deal here? I love beautiful women, but I’m only bi-curious. The five of us just play around. I love pussies, I love the camaraderie, the intimacy produced between us after we’re done, the secrets shared, the trust, the communication, all of it.”
“Yet you’re a LUG.”
“Huh? What’s that?”
“Lesbian Until Graduation. Then you go off and find a boyfriend and eventually a husband, and all these shenanigans are conveniently swept under the carpet, and just a pleasant memory for your old age.”
“Er, well -” I hesitated.
“I get it. Yet for me, I’m in this for life.”
“I guess I could go for that — especially if the orgasms were as good as I’ve heard.”
“See, this is it. The difference between you and me is that I’ve decided that women are my future and my whole lifestyle. You’re just playing around for a few years.”
“Is playing around so bad?”
“No, but it means you get to escape the decisions necessary to make it a permanent thing. Because I’ve chosen, based on my sexuality, I’ve had to face decisions like never having a boyfriend, never being married to a guy, and this involves sacrificing normal heterosexual culture. If I want to meet other women who have made the same decisions and sacrifices, I have to find them in the LGBT community. Then, when I feel safe and protected by them, I choose to come out. Then, in order to not feel invisible, and not be approached by men, and not be treated as straight by other women, I dress like this. You don’t have to do all these things, yet you still want the orgasms; and that’s annoying.”
“OK, I get it. Yet, you know, the are places these days where women can get their needs met. If you want other women to give you orgasms – straight, bi, les or whatever – there are sex clubs devoted to female pleasure. What about Killing Kittens? Maybe you can join a sex-positive Meetup group, get talking, then end up being invited to some sex parties with them to have a good time. There are beach resorts in Cozumel where couples go around naked giving each other pleasure and effing each other in huts, surrounded by five-star accommodation. Liveried service, champagne on ice, you name it. Plus courses you can take, where sex experts line women up on beds, and participants take turns learning every type of orgasm known to womankind, with yoga sessions, massage and meditation thrown in. There are sex-positive evening classes and BDSM clubs in New York City. There’s tons of stuff. Why didn’t you think of that?”
“Because, stupid, after you’ve done all that, you go back to your normal, straight, respectable life, and nobody is any the wiser.”
“Is that so terrible?” I asked. “I don’t want just anyone knowing that I possibly went to a nudist camp for hot sex on my vacation.”
“It’s not fair!” she cried. “You don’t have to choose!”
“You could come, too — they don’t mind lesbians, they like LGBT people, and everyone’s open-minded.”
“I wouldn’t want to come.”
I observed her reticence. “I think I know what this is about.”
“Huh?”
“It’s because there are men there.”
“Er, well -”
“I understand,” I said, sympathetically. “This is not really about how many orgasms or how much sex or when or where. It’s all about not including men, or any of the male-dominated culture. You know that by choosing women-only as your relationship default, you’re gonna need to reject the whole of straight society to achieve it.”
She looked resigned, and shrugged. “I guess that’s true.”
I decided to get going. “Right, now that we’ve cleared that up, this has been a really interesting conversation, but I’ve got to be going. I don’t wanna keep the girls waiting, know what I mean?”
“Wait!” she cried. “Let me at least tell you why we end up having more orgasms than you. That’s why I approached you in the first place. I saw you looking down, and I figured you could use some pointers.”
I settled back into my seat. “Oh, yeah?” Something told me I should hear her out. “Go on, then. I’m listening.”
I burst in through the dormitory door, a transformed woman. GONE was my ‘poor-me’ attitude. GONE was my lack of self-confidence in my abilities. GONE was my annoyance at my friends. Replacing them was nothing more than a sheer desire for my friends, for the touch of a woman, for the pure joy of reveling in the femininity of my closest companions.
Becky spun around to see me, and the other three jumped to attention.
“What on earth?” cried Becky.
“OK, girls, I’m back!” I announced.
“We can see that,” said Caroline. “What gives?”
I looked at the four of them, delighted. “I’ve just had the best conversation with Michelle, that lesbian junior, in the refectory,” I explained.
“Oh, what, Little Miss No Bra Day with the sorry excuse for sideboob?” asked Emma.
“Yep, the very same,” I replied.
“What about her?” asked Daphne.
“We’ve just had a seriously awesome discussion about how lesbians have way more orgasms than straight girls, and — what is more — she’s told me all about it!”
“Oh, yeah?” asked Daphne, curious. “What is it?”
So then I gave them the full scoop — how lesbians basically lavish their partners with attention, spend every moment in bed with them, how every moment spent together is a form of foreplay. The I told my friends how, once in bed, a woman’s whole body is a huge erogenous zone, where a lot of the action is just stroking, feeling, enjoying each other’s bodies just for the thrill of it. There’s no expectation, and no time limit. Gone is the idea that sex needs to end with a guy ejaculating, or that the usual foreplay-boobs-cunnilingus-fellatio-intercourse order needs to be followed. Foreplay is the vast majority of all sex, not just a build-up, and cunnilingus is the main pleasure of sex for women, not intercourse. Altogether, I spoke to them for more than an hour, and I was so enthusiastic that they became very interested and wanted to try it.
“This sounds awesome,” said Caroline. “Let me get this straight, though — intercourse isn’t that big a deal?”
“Well,” I responded. “She said there’s a point when women, straight ones at least, most want it, and it’s after clitoral and G-spot orgasms, when her pussy’s on fire and she most needs friction.”
“We don’t have a guy for that, though — not right now, at least,” said Emma.
“Hence why lezzies use strap-ons,” I explained. “It never ejaculates, so it can go on forever.”
“Great!” exclaimed Becky.
“Well, I’m up for it,” remarked Caroline, after a pause.
“Let me go out and get a strap-on first, though,” I smiled.
“Go for it,” said Emma.
We had a few more hours until the evening, so I snuck out downtown and headed for a sex shop I knew, where we had previously bought our dildos and vibrators. I breezed in and browsed around the store, until I alighted upon one with four elastic straps and a large, bendy plastic dildo. What size? Most of the girls had dildos that were pretty big, since they used them on themselves, so could control depth, speed and thrusting power. Even if we used them on each other, there was a limit to how much power a free dildo could be used. A strap-on was a different matter, though. It would be used to pound my friends really hard, so perhaps a large size might hurt. Hmm.
The largest dildo we had was Caroline’s nine-inch-long, seven-inch-girth one, which was huge. The smallest was Daphne’s six-inch-long, four-inch-girth one, which was way more realistic, just over average for a real penis, and came complete with a realistic appearance and veins running down the shaft. So I should go for the exact average between those two extremes for the best effect.
No, scratch that. Let’s start again. It shouldn’t be based on some arithmetic mean. What is this, some math class or something? It should be based on need — or desire — for pleasure. What kind of cocks do we like? Based on previous conversations I’ve had with the four of them, we had agreed that big cocks are for fun, smaller ones are for faithful husbands and boyfriends. Well, we were only eighteen, so maximum fun was the order of the day. So let’s go higher than the mean. I selected an eight-inch dildo. Girth? Six inch or seven inch? Six inch with an eight-inch length looked kinda thin and skinny. I decided a seven-inch girth gave better proportions. It also came with prosthetic balls. Not that I cared too much; I was more interested in making sure the straps fitted.
Ten minutes later, I walked out of there, pleased with my purchase. When I arrived back at the dorm, the girls were astonished.
“You absolute size queen, Ange!” cried Becky.
“What!” I exclaimed.
“It’s huge!”
“It’s not as big as Caroline’s,” I protested.
“Almost!” said Caroline. “It’s definitely the runner-up in our collection!”
“Stop already! So what?”
“You’re planning to pound us with that thing?” asked Emma.
“Why not?”
“Wowee, babe, I know you’re the horniest among us, but that thing’s something else!” cried Daphne.
“Well, you can use it on me if you like. Then we’re even,” I suggested.
They laughed at that.
After some more chat, we wound down for the evening on our beds. We showered, got changed into clean bras and underwear, then lounged around until around seven.
“Well, let’s get started on what Michelle said,” remarked Becky.
I smiled. “OK! Who’s first?”
“You know, what Michelle said might take quite a long time. I suggest just Ange and one other do this, and the rest of us watch. Then we can try it out ourselves later.”
“YES!” agreed Emma. “Let’s do it!”
“Who’s up for it?” asked Daphne.
Becky smiled. “I’ll do it.”
She came over to me and sat down on my bed, while the other three sat on Caroline’s bed and watched, giggling and smiling, feeling some anticipation.
I smiled at Becky as she sat down beside me. As I said before, she was tall, blond, with fabulous 34D breasts, complete with wide areolae and pointed, luscious nipples, an athletic body slightly curvier than mine, and equally long legs. “Come on, babe,” I said, and pulled her in for a kiss.
My friend’s lips were supple and yielding, offered willingly, and I immediately felt a tingle of excitement mixed with the comfort and familiarity of lips I’d felt before; and Becky responded. We both drank in the kiss we made, and my hands held her head, my fingers raking through her long, blond hair. I loved my best friends; and Michelle had told me to bring that love to the fore, and make love to the woman that inspires it.
We broke the kiss, before I rained down kisses all over her beautiful face. Foreplay was sex, and eating her out was the main event, so I took her advice.
I nibbled her ears, kissing deeply below the jawline, making her gasp and emit a small moan. Moving lower, she held my head in her hands as my mouth made its way to her collarbone, where I planted another deep kiss.
Now Becky raked her fingers through my hair, and I looked up, only to receive another open-mouthed kiss from her. She was turned on now, and I could feel she wanted to give back. Nothing loath, I let her, enjoying the reverie created.
My right hand reached for her left breast, and I felt the heft of her full, 34D breasts. I gazed at them with some awe. They defied gravity, the areolae wide, maybe an inch and a half in diameter, the nipples large and pointed. Cupping the underside, I pushed one up. It felt amazing. “Oh, Becky, your boobs are amazing,” I managed to say.
“Yours aren’t too bad, either,” she smiled, to giggles from the other girls. “I’ve a;ready taken my bra off! Let’s see yours!”
I smiled as I reached behind my back to unclip the garment, removing the straps from my shoulders, and allowing the bra to fall to the bed.
“Good,” smiled Becky. “Now let me get the coconut oil!”
“What?” I asked. This is not what I was expecting.
Becky bounced off the bed, and went over to her own, where she produced a large bottle of oil from the nightstand.
“Wow,” said Emma. “I wonder what she uses that for normally.”
“Guess,” grinned Caroline.
“My goodness,” remarked Daphne.
Becky came back over and sat down next to me, one leg dangling off the edge of the bed. “Lie down,” she commanded.
I smiled. This would be a fun diversion from the plan I had in mind. I lay down on the bed in just my underwear.
Becky grabbed the bottle and poured the cool oil onto my stomach, then used both hands to smooth the oil over my abdomen. After some moments of this, her hands moved up, smoothing the oil between my breasts, before reaching my shoulders, then coming around the sides of my breasts. Repeating this motion a few times, she then reapplied oil to her hands, before smoothing her hands upwards to the undersides of my breasts, pushing them up, splaying her fingers to allow my nipples to slide between them, then smoothing the oil over the tops of my breasts.
I breathed in, feeling relaxed. It felt blissful, as Becky smiled down at me, and I relished the feeling of my friend’s hands massaging and kneading my breasts. This went on for around ten minutes, and I moaned in pleasure, while everyone looked on.
However, I began to notice that Becky’s movements were repetitive, and that she wasn’t building me up. I was horny, and wanted a nice build, and I began to realize that she didn’t know how to do this via a massage. I decided to show her. Besides, her boobs were bigger than mine, and I was dying to touch them, and seeing them hanging there, ripe and ready, and not being used for the pleasure they deserved, was driving me crazy. “OK, my turn,” I announced, and I got up.
Becky was surprised somewhat, but acquiesced. We swapped places, her lying down on the bed, and me above her.
I mimicked her beginning, pouring oil onto my hands, my own breasts still shiny and glistening from hers. Then I slathered the oil onto her abdomen in the way she had done for me, and massaged her stomach. After some moments of that, I then did as she had done to me, smoothing the oil upwards, coating the undersides of her huge breasts, then over the large nipples and wide areolae, before moving my hands around to the sides, loving the feel of the young firmness of her awesome, eighteen-year-old breasts.
Now I began kneading and massaging the flesh, much as I had seen her do before with me, but now my intention was to sex her up, so it was time to bring the heat. I quickened the pace of my hands, making fast circles up through her cleavage, around the tops of her breasts, down the sides and under, then back up through. After a few moments, I introduced a side-to-side motion, alternating each hand with the circles I was making, and relished the way their large size swayed to and fro.
The idea was to create a mesmerizing sensation. Now I cupped my hands, swaying her heavy breasts to and fro. Faster and faster I went, my fingertips sliding quickly across the acres of slick, oiled female flesh. Now I changed to long strokes across the top of her breasts, narrowing slowly towards the middle, as I gradually approached the nipples.
Becky’s eyes were closed as she enjoyed the attention, and she moaned. “Oh, baby, this feels amazing.”
I felt horny now, and wanted to milk her breasts of as much pleasure as I could for my friend. I cupped my hands beneath her breasts, then stroked my thumbs across her nipples.
Becky gasped. “Oh, wow!” she managed.
Presently, I pulled her nipples very gently, and she moaned again. “Get up,” I said, and grabbed her hands to slowly bring her so that she was sitting up on the bed. I changed position, sitting behind her.
Now with her huge breasts fully oiled up, and defying gravity, I cupped her breasts from behind her, grasping the largest amount of flesh I could, before sliding my fingers and thumb forward, allowing the flesh of her breasts to point forward, until I was once again pulling gently on her nipples. “Give it to me, babe,” I said. “I want you so badly!” I quickly made circles with my fingers around the wide areolae, before once again smoothing my hands across the flesh of her breasts until my thumbs and forefingers were gently pulling on her nipples.
“Oh, babe!” she cried. “That feels incredible!” She leaned forward wantonly, her desire for release obvious.
I came around to her front and now held her in my arms, while swirling my tongue around the areola of her left breast, the thumb and forefinger of my other hand still gently pulling on the other nipple.
Becky moaned loudly, as I now flicked the large nipple back and forth with the point of my tongue, before swirling around the areola once more. She was beside herself with passion, and desperately wanted more.
I obliged, opening my mouth wide to engulf her wide areola and large nipple into my mouth. Making a seal with my lips, I sucked in the swollen areola, feeling the nipple harden in my mouth. My tongue licked across the hard nub in all directions, as I pulled her in close. I was mad with want for Becky, and used my hands to ravish both breasts.
Now I moved to the other nipple, once again creating a seal between my lips and the oiled flesh, sucking in the hungry nipple, my hands smoothing across the generous flesh of her huge breasts.
Suddenly, Becky’s eyes widened as she realized what was happening. “Oh, wow, baby! Baby, I’m gonna come! Oh, wow, I’m coming!” She leaned her head back, as her upper torso shook slightly, and her breasts quivered, as a delicious-feeling tingle of orgasmic pleasure caught her, spreading throughout her torso, her breasts now swollen, her nipples engorged. It went on for what seemed like about ten seconds, before she opened her eyes and smiled.
“Wow, baby!” she cried, as I held her in my arms, grinning. “I think I just had a breast orgasm!”
The other three women were delighted and chattered excitedly at what they had seen, but now Becky was alive and ravenous, and quickly wanted to move onto round two.
I laid her back down on the bed, and began raining kisses down her abdomen, from the bustline, past the flat, toned plain of her stomach, to where the pubic bone formed her mound. Picking up her legs, I bent them and began caressing and kissing her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her gorgeous womanhood.
“Mmm,” she moaned, adjusting her position, as she felt my head get closer and closer to her womanly sex.
Finally, after teasing her some more down there, I gave a deep kiss to her whole vulva. Becky moaned once more. Her labia were already wet with anticipation. Using the fingertips of both my hands, I parted her gorgeous labia to reveal the vestibule behind — the entrance to her vagina, plus the long distance between the top of that and the frenulum where labia met clitoral hood. I gave one, long, languorous lick, my tongue flat and wide, all the way up, before nibbling with my lips along the length of her labia. Now I kissed her mound at the top, anchoring the flesh with the fingertips of my left hand, before licking down through the luscious partition of her lips to the bottom, where they met once more.
From then, I spent time teasing her, trying all kinds of licks, sucks and maneuvers, gauging her reaction, while the other girls leaned forward to get a better view.
Now Becky began pumping her hips against my face, and I realized I had it.
“Ah, yeah, baby, right there!” she cried, grabbing my head and pulling me in.
I grabbed her thighs with my hands and looked up between her legs to see her huge breasts heaving, quivering with rising passion. I reached up with one to cup her right breast, and used thumb and forefinger to flick the large nipple back and forth, sending delicious tingles up to her brain, the greatest sex organ of them all.
Now I buried my face in her pussy, maintaining the rhythm I had created and that she loved, as she rode her desire, her hips thrusting against my face.
I was thirsty for this, and gave as good as I got, and better, as I expressed my own turn-on and desire for her. She was a great woman, and a fantastic friend, and deserved endless pleasure for it.
Suddenly, her body began to tense up, as she felt a rising pleasure within her. Her breathing became erratic, irregular and shallow, and she arched her back wildly, her arms flailing around.
“This is it!” cried Caroline. “She’s coming!”
Becky cried out, wailing with the need for release, until her eyes widened, and she left out a loud yell and she came, and I felt waves of pleasure undulate her body, as she bathed my face in her juices.
Right, let’s go for it, I thought. I sat up as she rode her orgasm, and I watched as she reached the peak, before she began to come down.
Quick as a flash, I inserted one finger into her pussy, stroking the outer two inches where all the nerve fibers were, and she groaned loudly as the friction assuaged the rising thirst she felt. After some gentle in and out movements, I introduced a second finger briefly, causing her to gasp aloud, before pushing in deeper and curling my fingers upwards, stroking the G-spot.
Becky gasped again, deeper this time. “Grr!” she managed, as I witnessed her orgasmic response suddenly jump back up to where it had been a few moments ago. Her hips bucked wildly, as she reached for more and more pleasure. My stroking became a pumping action, the two fingers milking her G-spot. I was now overwhelmed with the sight of my friend’s ecstasy, and — wow! I loved her pussy, and couldn’t get enough of it. I used my other hand to brush back and forth across her clitoris, fast and light, and the duality of stimulation began to tip Becky over the edge.
She let out a roar as a sudden, powerful surge of pleasure gripped her pussy, and I felt the walls push against my fingers, almost forcing them out, as a series of powerful waves of pleasure rocked up her spine, forcing her to buck wildly, her torso undulating, her thighs quivering as pleasure coursed through her body.
The other girls were thrilled with this display, but I wasn’t done yet. I decided to see how many orgasms I could get out of her, just using my fingers. I relaxed my fingers, leaving them motionless, as she rode the waves of her second orgasm. I engulfed the nipple of her right breast in my mouth, sucking hard, as her body shook.
Finally, she began to come down, so — right! On with the show! I resumed stroking the G, and her eyes widened as she realized what I was doing. “Oh, Ange!” she cried, as her arousal rose once more until, after a few more moments, her pussy’s excitement returned to where it was before. Now, her pussy was really wet and juicy, with lots of squelchy noises down below, but I didn’t mind at all. All a good sign, in my view, as I returned to pumping her G-spot hard. Her turn-on returned much quicker this time, and soon she began building up for another huge release.
“Oh, baby!” she cried.
I kept up my rhythm without any let-up, and I could see her climbing for pleasure once again. Her moans became a wail as yet another climax curled its way up, become stronger and deeper, until finally, she exploded in a paroxysm of passion, her limbs flailing again, as she rode another huge wave of pleasure that rushed through her frame.
I turned to Caroline. “Quickly! The dildo! Your one!”
Caroline jumped up like a shot, and ran to her nightstand, where she rummaged in a drawer to produce her huge nine-inch long, seven-inch thick dildo, all while Becky’s orgasm rolled through her.
I grabbed the dildo from Caroline, removed my fingers from her pussy, then slowly inserted the huge dildo. Becky groaned loudly as it easily and smoothly entered her pussy, swollen from her third orgasm. Angling the dildo carefully, so that it avoided direct contact with the cervix, I felt the end of it make contact with the deep end of her pussy, the A-spot.
Now I gently pumped her A-spot as she began to come down.
Instantly, her eyes shot open and her mouth gaped wide. “Ngg!” she cried, unable to form words, and I watched as she emotionally reacted to the sudden increase in pleasure, realizing the depth of her body’s response, as a huge wave of pleasure, newly bursting forth, overwhelmed her senses. There was an emotional component to it, and she quickly succumbed to yet another huge wall of ecstasy bursting within her, and her body bucked and spasmed before me as she rode another powerful climax. It was breathtaking to see her.
Moments went by as she rode this one out, so powerful was it, before her body finally began to come down.
The other girls were wide-eyed and exhilarated at the scene unfolding before them. No longer did they clap or cheer, but instead, gazed, transfixed.
Becky managed to find words. She was absolutely breathless as she panted out the words. “That was incredible!”
I looked down at her body with a smile. I saw her hips undulate, her thighs wide apart. I knew what er pussy wanted. It was time. “Get ready, babe,” I said.
I grabbed the strap-on and wore it. I grasped her thighs and opened them to form a wide V up my body. I put the head of the dildo up against her entrance, then slowly pushed in. She was more than ready, and I began slowly stroking in and out, building speed and intention, wanting to give her the best time ever.
She groaned as the flexible shaft stroked its way along the walls of her wet pussy, alleviating the fierce horniness she felt down below.
I increased speed, and began pumping her pussy hard. It was so welcoming, juicy, wet and yielding, more than ready. For several minutes, I pumped her hard, and thoroughly enjoyed hearing her moans and cries as I effed my roommate to my heart’s content.
Then I said, “Get up, babe! Turn over!”
She did so, and got on her hands and knees. She buried her face in the mattress, her arms flat over her head, her butt high in the air.
I grabbed her hips and now pounded her hard, enjoying how much pleasure the friction gave Becky. I felt so horny for her, and was determined to get one last orgasm out of her before I was done. Faster and faster I pounded my hips against her butt, relishing the loud slap of flesh against flesh.
I growled as my own horniness got the better of me, and I was like a wild woman pumping my friend’s pussy with all the strength I could muster, while the other girls looked on.
Finally, I pushed her butt down, so she was face down on the bed. Moving directly above her butt, I pumped the head of the dildo directly down against her G-spot, pumping it hard.
Becky gave a loud cry as pleasure erupted from her pussy, and quickly built up into an unstoppable wave that she welcomed. Opening her mouth wide, she gave out a loud wail as she orgasmed once more, and I watched as her body reverberated with the powerful waves of pleasure that rocked through her body. I kept up my strokes and rode her butt continuously, until every ounce of pleasure had been milked from her.
In the end, she came down, and I got up, the strap-on dangling between my legs as I kneeled on the bed.
Recovering, Becky looked straight at me. “Right, you horny wench! Now it’s your turn!”
THE END