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I groaned as I felt her warm, wet, mouth slide back over the
head of my cock. She stopped there for a moment, scrubbing the smooth
surface with her tongue, allowing saliva to accumulate until it was
escaping her lips and running down the length of my shaft. Using her
spit as a lubricant, she began to take more and more of my cock in her
mouth, working it in with short but slow strokes.

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Turning back to my cock, she planted a warm, wet, kiss right on
the head, letting her tongue run around the smooth surface and
collecting the shiny dab of pre-come which had collected at the tip.
She let the head of my cock slide between her lips and worked her tongue
into the pisshole. She grasped and stroked my shaft with one hand while
her other softly caressed my balls.

She had no choice but to surrender herself to us. She was lodged
between our bodies. I stroked her lips and cheeks with the head of my
hard dick trying to coax her into opening wide. She kept turning her
head from side to side and saying ‘no’ with her mouth tightly sealed
shut. I didn’t need to hurt or threaten her to get what I wanted…
I don’t work like that. Teddy would take care of that.

My thing is getting head.
Anywhere, anytime is fine as long as the girl doesn’t mind. Ted and I
knew of each other’s sexual preferences and became a tag team almost
by accident.

Sandy was a tall and healthy brunette with big blue eyes that always
seemed to be sparkling. She had a habit of wearing loose fitting
oversize jerseys and faded and stitched Levi jeans. Her pants were
always tight fitting even if we could see only from mid-thigh down.
Always flirting with the guys, she tried to see how far the guys would
go with her. Some were lucky and some were embarassed.

Somehow, we started talking with Sandy about wrestling in one of the
local pubs. She seemed excited about mud wrestling (while nude of
course). We told Sandy we could show her some of the finer points of
the sport and we proceeded to go to our dorm for a demo. The beers must
have loosened her up pretty good because she started stripping down as
soon as we entered our room. Ted and I both lost our clothes in a hurry.

We proceeded to show Sandy some of the winning holds of wrestling.

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My strokes began slowly, but soon the difference between
slow and fast became meaningless as I began to lose control. The
feeling within my pelvis had taken over. My heart ached from its
pounding and I had to gasp for air because I forgot to breathe.
Two, three, then four of my fingers found their way into my
pussy as it pleaded for more. Perspiration covered me. A musky
odor mixed with the smell of perfume and my own body became a
stimulant to my senses as my mind exploded with sensations.
Then, within me, I felt the inner ridges of my vagina smoothed
out and open as though expecting a gift. At the same time, the
outer area tightened and began to spasm with urgency and
ecstasy, trying to prevent any escape. I heard a scream and
realized it was my own. Juices poured from me as I began to rub
and spread them over my body, my breasts, my arms, my face. I
put some on my nipples, pushed my breast towards my mouth and
used my tongue to lick it off. My hands caressed every part of
my body. I was insane with a rapture of sexuality. My orgasm had
taken complete control of my mind and body. I was its prisoner,
it was my lover and I responded in any way it demanded.

Then two of the girls in the movie moved to the shower,
began bathing each other and as they rubbed the soap on the
others bodies I became aware of my other hand slipping between
my own legs, pressing hard against myself, trying to hold in
the response that was beginning to rise within my body. After
soaping thoroughly they began to shave each others pubic hair.
When they finished, they moved to the bedroom to continue their
embraces. As I watched their lovemaking and gazed upon their
newly shaved pink pussies, I experienced my first orgasm. I
found my hand drenched with my own wetness. My breasts ached as
I pressed harder against them with my hand and arm.

It might have been the wine. It might have been the dim
light. Or it might have just been my mood. In any case, as I
watched the movie, I gradually realized my breathing had become
shallow and I could almost feel my heart beat beneath my breast.
As the women touched each other and kissed each other and rubbed
their breasts against each other, I became aware of a part of
myself only hinted at before. I found myself wishing I was with
them. That it was my skin being stroked; my lips being kissed.

Archive-name: Solo/talking.txt
Archive-author: Lena
Archive-title: Phone Call

It’s hard for me understand. I’ve got to get a grip on myself. I’ve got to
figure it out. How can someone, so far away, a thousand miles or more, generate
such feelings. And yet I felt the ache, the moisture, the swelling.

It was a hot July night, humid, dark, without a moon.I had finished my bath
and slipped on my favorite old t-shirt. I turned the light down to where it
was just a faint glow. Expecting his call, I was sitting in my easy chair, one
leg thrown over its arm, my head laid back, my eyes closed when the phone
rang. The call started just like others. Where he was now. Where he would be
next week. We talked about our business, and our mutual hobby, computers.
We’re both pack rats, always running out of space because we can’t get rid of
anything. Always moving files and programs from one area to another, always
reorganizing. We spoke about a photo he had sent me of himself. But there
seemed to be something else going on. Something I couldn’t quite put my
finger on, and then…

“Lena. Would you do something for me? One little thing?” A pause. and
before I could reply, “Would you touch your nipple while we talk?”

I felt stunned, like I had been hit. Not by a fist or anything violent, more
like a shock wave. Something was being pulled from me. Something I wasn’t
sure I wanted to let out. I don’t know. I can’t explain it. I could feel the
heat in my face. My heart seem to beat harder or at least I became aware of
its beat. Would I do it? Could I reply?

“Ok.” I don’t know how long it took me to get that one word out.

“And would you imagine that it is my hands cupping your breast, holding it
up so that my lips brush the nipple like edge of a chalice.”

A fog seem to enter the room. A mystic fog. I was becoming encased in it. It
was beginning to shut out the rest of the world. My hand trembled as it
moved up my shirt to my breast. I squeezed, held myself tight for a minute,
imagining it was his hand, his power that pressed against me. Then I moved
to my nipple, already hard, first taking it between two fingers to sense and
feel its response, and then beginning a soft stroking through the cloth.

“Ok”. What was happening to me? I could feel his lips on me, gently sucking,
kissing. His teeth brushing my nipple. The heat of his mouth on my breast.
My hand reached to the back of his head and pulled him to me. He was there
and yet …he wasn’t.

“Lena?”

I couldn’t answer.

“Lena?”

My mind pleaded, “No, please, no..”

“Lena?”

“Yes.”

“Now take you hand and touch your clit. Just touch it and feel me there.”

My lips parted as my tongue returned moisture to them. My fingers moved
down across my mons, to the hood of my clitoris. My pelvis let me know of
its presence as a dull ache began to rise. Fear caused my body to shiver. But
fear of what? My fingers pressed against the hood and as they did my whole
pussy moved. A velvety moisture began to seep between my labia, their
swelling unable to keep it in. He couldn’t see me but his presence caressed
me. I could feel his hot breath between my legs as I pulled the lips gently out,
massaging one against the other. How could I be doing this? I was losing
control. I had to stop.

“Ok.”

“Now feel me.”

“I do.”

Quiet…no words.

I didn’t know what to say. I had to stop and think about what was happening,
why it was happening. No harm was there and yet it was …dreamlike…it was
frightening.

“I’ve got to go now.” I couldn’t leave it at that. My words were a whisper.
“But I’ll tell you something. Tonight, when I go to sleep, I’ll hold one breast
and think of this phone call.” My face was on fire.

“And that it is my hand?”

“Yes.”

“And that it is my cock next to you, hard, pressing against you?”

“Lena?”

“Lena?”

“Yes…I will.”

“Good night Lena. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Good night. Sleep tight.”

I hung up the phone. My heart was pounding. My brain was swimming. My
clit was ablaze with its demand. My breast felt the pain caused by my own
unconscious squeezing, as my newly freed hand had fond its way beneath my
shirt. I was covered with sweat. My legs were now spread even more as my
other hand continued to slowly massage and stroke my pussy, sometimes
stopping and just holding it in my hand, pressing against myself. The
moisture first covered the labia and then the finger that gently moved up
and down between them. My vagina wept its tears as it wished my fingers to
its opening and then…inside. I could feel the ridges and their swollen
sensitivity. I didn’t have to go deep. Response was everywhere.

I pressed my breast even harder as one finger began to move within me. What
would he be doing now. Would he be watching TV, his feet propped up,
having a drink or just brushing his teeth, getting ready for bed. Or would his
hand be moving up and down his cock, feeling it get harder, imagining it was
my hand or my lips stroking him? Could he feel the hair from my head
brushing against his legs? Were my nipples between his lips? .Were my fingers
sensing his swelling need, caressing his balls as the sacks softened in my
hand? Would his eyes be closed as he tasted my juices? Would his cream burst
out, covering his abdomen, my hand, my breast?

The fog is everywhere as I realize I am entering a new space, a mystic space,
a space of serene sensuality. What I seek will be mine. I can now take my
time. There is no urgency. My fingers move slowly, carrying me deeper into
my mind. The feeling in my vagina mixes carnal eroticism with pain and both
with a sense of soft floating. I’m a passenger adrift within my pelvis, my
pelvis afloat within my mind, feeling and experiencing from within. My brain
has become a sexual organ. My vagina, clitoris, labia, fingers, breasts, all
there, reaching for each other, coming together. My breathing is now deeper,
my heart pounding through my breast. And yet…I could stay this way for
ever. A rapture of sexuality has enveloped me.

I allow the orgasms to begin. I can feel my fingers being pulled inside. My
spasms erupt and then again, and again and again. My hands presses harder.
Still more and then more. I swim in an ocean of sensuality, eroticism, lust. I
am naked, and its waters bathe me.

The haze lifts a little. I realize I’m still in my chair. I’ve got to get
to bed. I’ve got a lot to think about. But not now. I seem to have lost control.
I stumble and reach for the wall as I move to the bedroom. All because of a
phone call.

I lay between my sheets with a promise to keep. My hand cups and softly
presses my breast. My eyes close. I sigh.

Good night. Sleep tight.
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