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Well, I know an opportunity when I hear it, so I made it good. I said she wouldn’t have to do anything at all, unless she wanted to. I said I would do everything. I said I would start by taking her clothes off, and then I would touch her all over her body. Then I would kiss her. And lick her. All over, I said. Until she was begging me to do more. Then I would lay her down and put my mouth down between her legs and lick her cunt. I would nibble on her clitoris until she was going crazy. I would stick my tongue up her cunt and fuck her with it. I would lick out her juices and I would eat out her ass and I wouldn’t stop until she came at least half a dozen times, and they would be the best orgasms she’d ever had.

Jane said that was very interesting. She was trying to play it cool, but I could see she really was interested now. Curious, anyway. Which was enough for me. I moved closer to her. She took a sip of her drink, but she didn’t move. When I was right in front of her I asked her if she wanted to touch me. She hesitated. She started to say something, then stopped. Then she raised her hand and put it on my breast.

My nipple started getting hard right away. She saw it and touched it. She moved her hand around a little, feeling the contours of my tit. Her other hand was still holding her drink. I let her feel me a little. Then I asked her if I could kiss her. She didn’t say anything. I leaned forward. For a moment I thought she was going to turn her face away, but she didn’t. In fact her mouth came open a little just as our lips met. I felt good about that, and it made me bold enough to sneak my tongue into her mouth. There was a long hesitation, and then she met it with the tip of hers. I felt I was home.

Still holding the kiss, I reached for the buttons on her blouse and began to open them. Jane made a noise against my mouth, but she didn’t stop me. I stuck my tongue deeper in her mouth and finished opening the blouse. Then I broke the kiss. She didn’t move, she just looked at me, her eyes wide. I took the glass out of her hand and put it on the table. Then I sat down on the arm of her chair and pulled the blouse open. I looked down at her boobs. She didn’t have a bra on. She didn’t need one. They stuck out like god was holding them up. When I saw her nipples were stiff I was really encouraged. I asked her if she wanted to go into the bedroom. She said no. It was like if she did that, she was really admitting that she wanted this. If we just stayed there it would be like accidental or something. What the hell, I didn’t care, I’d do it anyplace.

I leaned down to kiss her tit. I got my lips around the nipple and sucked it a little bit, brushing my tongue over it. Jane made a kind of hissing sound and I saw her hands tightening as she held on to the chair arms. I moved to the other nipple and did the same, then opened my mouth and took as much of her tit inside it as I could, sucking and licking. This time I heard a definite moan. It was soft, but it was a moan all right.

Now I slid off the chair arm and got down on the floor in front of her. I pushed her skirt up as much as I could, because she was still sitting on it, and pulled her legs apart. I ran my hands up her inner thighs, then put my mouth down there. Jane sort of sighed and slid forward in the chair. This made her skirt slide back and made it easier for me to push it out of the way. I kissed and licked her thighs as far up as I could reach, and while I did I tried to pull down her panties; but she wasn’t ready for that Like it was the final token of surrender or something, and she was still playing the innocent although by now every damn atom in her body wanted it almost as bad as I did.

Okay, I could play her little game. I lifted up her legs, drew them further apart and placed them over the arms of the chair. This gave me much better access, and I continued licking and kissing my way up her thighs, my hands meanwhile reaching up to stroke her tits. Then I put my mouth on her crotch. It was covered by her panties, but I wasn’t letting that stop me. They were thin, and tight, and they were soon sopping wet from the combination of my saliva and her oozing juices as my lips and tongue played with her clit and pussy through the thin material.

Soon Jane was moaning for real, and squirming around in the chair, and even spreading her legs still further apart for me. I went on mouthing and tonguing her through the wet panties, but now I brought one hand down and slid it underneath the silk, my fingers adding to what my tongue was doing, and even squirming beneath her to play with her twisting asshole. Jane was panting and gasping, and I knew I could make her come even with her panties on. But I didn’t want to. I suddenly stopped licking her and pulled away.

Jane asked me, kind of breathlessly, what the hell was the matter. I said nothing was the matter, but it was silly to go on this way with her panties on. Oh, she said, and she hesitated, but not for long. Okay, she said, okay. Okay. And she brought her legs down and stood up. I pulled down her panties, and while I was at it I took off her skirt too. She went to sit down again, but I had another idea. I lay down on the floor on my back and pulled her down on me so she was sitting on my face. I loved being nearly smothered by her pussy that way, and I went to work on her harder than ever.

Pretty soon Jane was crouched over on all fours with her crotch pressing down on my mouth, and she was grunting and whimpering as my eager lips and busy tongue worked her over. I didn’t think any of her boyfriends had ever done it to her like this. I didn’t stop until she yelled out her climax, her hips bucking as a flood of juices poured into my mouth. I would have kept on and made her come again, but she slumped down and rolled over onto her stomach, still spasming in the aftermath of her orgasm.

I couldn’t help gloating a little bit I told her I’d bet that was as good as she ever had it from any guy. She wouldn’t admit that, but she said for sure no guy had ever eaten her pussy that well. Then she said she supposed now I wanted her to do it to me. I said that would be nice, but she didn’t have to. I was just happy to have been able to enjoy her body as much as I did. Jane said okay. She said that was kind of a relief, because she had never eaten pussy and she didn’t think it was her thing. I said okay, fine. Then she didn’t say anything for awhile, and then she said well, maybe it wasn’t really fair for me to do all the work and her to get all the pleasure. Maybe she could give it a try. The truth is she was dying to try it, but I didn’t say that, because it would’ve scared her off. So I said it was up to her.

I was still lying on my back, and Jane moved over to me and put her hands on me. Then she said I would have to tell her what to do, because this wasn’t really her thing. Now she was really playing dumb, but I went along, and I told her what to do all right. I led her through every step, and maybe she didn’t know what to do, but she sure as hell knew how to do it! If she was as good with that mouth of hers, and that tongue, and those lips, with her boyfriends, I’m surprised they ever gave her any problems at all. I came the first time before she even got her mouth on my crotch, just from the way her hand was stroking it while she sucked my tits. And when she finally did get there, she did everything I suggested to her without any inhibitions at all. I kept her there till I had come three more times, and I think I was ready to quit before she was.

So then you know what she said? She said it had been an interesting experience! I said interesting bullshit, she had loved the shit out of it. She said she still liked doing it with men better, but she didn’t sound very convincing. Then she said maybe we could try doing it again sometime. I said okay, how about tomorrow night, and she said how about right now?

Eat your heart out, guys.—
L.H., New Haven, Connecticut

A FAST-FOOD JOB LEADS TO A FAST ENCOUNTER IN THE COMPANY PARKING LOT

I’m a twenty-six-year-old female and I work for a brokerage firm. I make pretty good money, but it wasn’t always that way. My parents couldn’t afford to send me to colleges, so it was lucky that I got a scholarship. But I had to earn my own money to live on, so I got a summer job at a fast-food place. I won’t tell you which one it was, but it was a big nationwide chain. On my first day they introduced me to a girl who was supposed to show me the ropes and break me in. Her name was Sandra, and she was a really cute blonde not much older than me. I had already had some experiences with other girls, and I couldn’t help noticing that Sandra seemed to have a pretty good figure under the silly uniform they made us wear. But I had too many other things to think about during that first day to pay much attention.

After our shift was over I was in the employees’ locker room changing out of my uniform when Sandra came in. I thought she looked me over pretty closely as she passed by, but she didn’t say anything. Her locker was in another row, and I didn’t see her again till she came by on her way out, dressed in her street clothes. By this time I was dressed too. Sandra stopped to say good night and to ask me how I liked working there so far. Then she said, “You have a really nice body, Jenny. I couldn’t help seeing.” “Thanks,” I said. “I think yours is pretty too.”

“I especially admire your legs,” she said. “Because I think mine are kind of scrawny. See?” And she lifted her dress up to her hips, showing a pair of legs that didn’t look a bit scrawny to me.

It seemed to me she was dropping some pretty heavy hints, so I decided to take a chance. I drew a deep breath, looked her straight in the eye and said, “Do you like girls, Sandra?”

She met my gaze head-on. “Yes, I do.”

Almost automatically, we moved toward each other. But then she stepped back. “Whoa,” she said. “This is kind of public here. Why don’t we maybe—”

“Go someplace else,” I finished for her.

“Yes. I have my car. We could go to my place—my roommate’s away.”

“Okay.” My heart was beating hard as I followed her out and across the parking lot to where her car was parked in the shadows. She unlocked it and got behind the wheel, and I slid in beside her. Sandra put the key in the ignition, but before starting up she turned to look at me. We leaned toward each other and our mouths met.

It was a soft and gentle kiss to begin with, but soon our mouths were open and our tongues were dancing with each other. After a moment I felt Sandra’s hands on my breasts. Then they moved down to my legs and under my skirt. Almost automatically I reached out for her breasts, kneading the firm flesh and feeling her nipples hardening through the clothes she wore.

Finally we broke the kiss. “Let’s go,” I said breathlessly. “We can’t do anything here. Somebody might—”

“I know.” But her hands were still under my skirt, her fingers now crawling beneath my panties and finding my crotch. I moaned.

“Oh god,” Sandra said. “I don’t want to wait. Let’s get in the back.”

I looked around. The parking lot seemed deserted. There were a few cars nearby, but no people that I could see. And I didn’t want to wait either.

“All right,” I said. I turned around and got my knees up on the seat, preparing to climb over the back of it into the rear of the car. I was hoisting myself up when I felt Sandra’s hands on my legs. They moved up to my thighs, pushing up my skirt. I was hanging halfway over the seat back, my knees not quite touching the seat. I held on as best I could.

“Oh god, those legs,” Sandra moaned, and I felt her pulling down my panties. Then I felt her kissing and licking my butt. And then she was spreading my cheeks apart and her tongue was probing my asshole.

I couldn’t believe what she was doing, and I couldn’t believe how intensely pleasurable it was. Her tongue snaked impossibly deep into my anus, making me squirm and gasp as I hung over the seat back, and when her hand slid underneath me and began stroking my clit as well, I lost all control and came right there.

“You’re so sweet,” Sandra whispered. Then she was helping me over the back of the seat and climbing over after me. I slid down onto the floor of the car, still panting from my orgasm. Sandra landed on the back seat, facing me. Quickly she pulled her dress up and slid down her panties. I helped her pull them off.

With me sitting on the floor in front of her she was in a perfect position to hook her legs over my shoulders, which she did. I couldn’t see her pussy too well in the dimness, but I could make out the fluffy tuft of hair above her slit, and the outline of her full luscious-looking cunt lips. Her thighs curled around my head, pulling me gently into her crotch, which was just where I wanted to be.

I began by running my tongue over her sweet lips, one by one, from bottom to top. Then I found her clitoris and worked on that for awhile, licking and nibbling and sucking until she was moaning so loud I could only pray nobody was passing anywhere near the car. Finally I began to fuck her pussy with my tongue. From the way she was writhing and bucking and digging her fingers in my hair I figured I was doing a pretty good job. When I slid one hand beneath her and wormed a finger into her asshole, she gasped and her body went all tense, and in another moment she was sobbing out her climax.

As soon as we had caught our breath we got ourselves straightened out, got back in the front and got out of there. Sandra drove me home. I guess neither of us noticed the car that was following us.

When she stopped in front of my house we kissed goodnight, our tongues tangling again and our hands running heatedly over each other before I broke away.

The next day Sandra was late. It seemed that one of the assistant managers had seen us in the parking lot and followed Sandra home. They had a lengthy conversation about what he witnessed. He told her what a turn-on it had been for him to watch and asked if maybe one day he could actually be in the same room with us, up close and personal. She told him she’d ask me. I say give a dog a bone.—
J.U., East Orange, New Jersey

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