Category: nipple sucking

Party Dare

It was late at night at the residence of Maya Murdock. Her parents had left for a week-long conference across the country and it was the middle of summer. Maya, who was twenty-two, feeling ever so lonely, decided to call up some friends to hang out.

Maya invited Jenny, Lucy, Amber, Patricia, Christine, and Rebecca. As Maya waited for her friends to arrive, she kicked off her socks and began reading one of her dad’s golf magazine. Less than a minute after she began reading, she threw it away, quickly discovering her hatred of golf.

Amber and Rebecca arrived first in their blue convertible. Amber and Rebecca, both of whom were about eight months older than Maya, were known to, as Maya would say, steal the show, because of their incredibly revealing outfits. They were both wearing a black bra and a blue thong that lightly exposed their butts. Maya, on the other hand, was wearing an orange blouse and jeans above her underwear.

Jenny, who was a month younger than Maya, arrived just moments later, and like Maya, she was incredibly modest, with her red dress easily reaching down to her knees, not wanting to show too much to anybody. Jenny also brought with her two bottles of wine, which she stole from her father’s liquor cabinet.

Lucy, who was a year older than Maya, followed Jenny in, but her sense of style was in-between those of Jenny and Amber. She wore just a very small tank-top, one which didn’t reach down much farther than below her boobs. However, she was wearing a pair of jeans, and was also wearing underwear. Lucy brought three bottles of tequila, which she bought from the local liquor store.

Patricia, who was six and a half months older than Maya, came in just a moment later, and on her, she had a very long skirt that went to her crotch, and then just a pair of panties to cover her clit. Patricia brought to the party a bottle of scotch, which was part of her mother’s salary, since her mother works for a brewery.

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Girls Night Out

Kim and I have been friends for a while. She’s a cute brunette in her early 20s, kind of petite and small framed. She had just broken up with her boyfriend of 2½ years and wanted to go out and really raise some hell. Well, I’m always up for some fun. Friday night – party time! I decided to invite my girlfriend Michele to go with us, though she and Kim had never met. I knew we were in for one wild evening.

I met Kim at her apartment and we took her car to collect Michele. Kim looked absolutely stunning in her mini skirt, crop-top and heels. She’s about 5’2″ and weighs maybe 110 lbs soaking wet. Her breasts are a perky 34B and her dark brown – almost black – hair is cut way short in that Roman style a lot of people are wearing. Her eyes are as dark as her hair. Gorgeous girl. I had on my favourite green silk ‘nothing’ dress – you know, spaghetti straps, very short, deep cut front and back, can’t wear a bra if you wanted to type – black silk t-back panties and a sexy pair of heels. I got to Kim’s door and I thought we were both going to drop our jaws. I know my nipples were standing at attention, and a quick hug from Kim made them try to rip through the silk of my dress.

We climbed into Kim’s car. She didn’t mind driving, besides, mine’s only a little two-seater, so the three of us would be very uncomfortable in that car. Excited about the evening, Kim and I rambled on our way to Michele’s house about how much fun we were going to have. I had a few extra plans in my head that Kim knew nothing about.

Michele answered her door wearing her black silk dress that is almost exactly like my green one. I almost came right there. We exchanged a quick kiss before I introduced her to Kim. Michele is about 5 foot 6 inches tall, 36D – 28 – 34, blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and such a kissable mouth. (BTW, I hadn’t told Michele of my dress choice for the evening.) 

After a few minutes of the “Where Should We Go” game, we first decided that Kim needed a silk dress. Since neither Michele nor I had anything that would fit her, we decided to take Kim to the store where we had purchased our dresses. It was early enough, we had plenty of time to shop. 

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Three Horny Girls

Shawn was the first to arrive at the resort. She wore a short, tight red skirt that revealed her slender, caramel legs and her perfectly shaped ass. Her ample breasts nearly poured out of her low cut, sleeveless white blouse. Her red pumps were nearly eight inches tall. She checked herself in and sat down in the lobby. She began to reminisce on the conversation she had had with her two best friends the weekend before. “I can’t wait to see you guys. I can’t believe it has been two years since we have seen each other,”she had remembered telling Lisa and Renae on the phone. The girls had each landed jobs in different states right after college graduation, and hadn’t seen each other since. They were really looking forward to their week together.

“Damn, I am twenty minutes early,” thought Shawn, “I can barely wait to see my girls.” Just then, a beautiful, chocolate complexioned young woman walked through the door of the lobby. “Shit, that’s Lisa,” thought Shawn, “When did she get so fine?” Lisa was wearing tight fitting black leather black pants and a spaghetti strapped black tank with black heels. Shawn jumped from her seat to greet her friend, but to her surprise, another young woman walked through to door. “Great,” she thought, “Renae has perfect timing.”

“She looks so hot in those white stretch jeans and that blue spandex top.” The girls greeted each other in the center of the lobby, hugged and headed to find their room. They had decided to share a room, they thought it would be cheaper and more fun to bunk together.

When they entered their room, they were delighted to find a large Jacuzzi and huge king sized bed waiting for them. They decided the first thing they would do would be trying out the beautiful Jacuzzi. “I’ve got an idea,” said Shawn. “Do you girls remember how we used to skinny dip in college? We could do that now for old times sake. How ’bout it?” Lisa and Renae agreed that it might be fun so they stripped off their clothes and hopped in the Jacuzzi.
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Cherries

“Let me guess,” the bartender asked, setting the glass of water in front of me. “You’re here looking for some company.”

She stared at me expectantly, a slight smile on her glossy-pink lips. I smiled ruefully at her, taking a sip of the icy liquid. “Gee, what gave me away?” I meant it sarcastically, because anyone in the bar could see what I was after, especially another woman. The little black dress gave me away, one of those sparkly knit gowns that clung to every curve, just short enough to make you appreciate a hint of thigh and wonder just how far my legs went up. Or maybe it was the heels, best described as “fuck me” pumps in glossy black patent leather. Combined with the carefully arranged hair and the makeup, I made quite a package for some lucky male to pick up. Problem was, the bar seemed devoid of lucky men, save for a few older men who knew better than to press their luck.

The bartender shrugged and proceeded to polish some glasses while talking with me. “Well, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, and I assume you’re here on business. So your partner isn’t here, and you’re looking for a little entertainment to pass a holiday that’s best not spent alone. Especially here in Las Vegas, the city of sin herself,” she laughed. I was amazed, because she really had hit my situation right on the nose. I was here to teach seminars to new real estate recruits, and was miles away from my husband. Not that being home on Valentine’s Day would have mattered anyway, because the bastard would probably be wooing his mistress on the side. Our marriage had deteriorated down to one simple fact: I wasn’t divorcing him because it would cost me too much hard-earned cash. So he played his field, and I played mine, and we basically put up with each other.

“Pretty much right,” I acknowledged, raising my water glass to her. “How’d you know?”

“Past experience,” she confided. “I was sitting in this very bar about three years ago for the same reason, and the bartender working then asked me the same thing.”

“And did you find what you were looking for?” I asked. She found this very funny, exploding in a sudden peal of laughter that had me raising my eyebrows. “Oh, I found it alright,” she grinned. “A nice little lass from the front desk took me home with her that night, and introduced me to a whole better ballgame.” I nearly choked on my water at her answer, staring at her with slight shock. This bartender really didn’t seem the lesbian stereotype. She wasn’t masculine in her features, and she didn’t seem like some of the feminist lesbians I’d known in college.

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Ooops I Lost My Bikini Bottom

I might as well quit!

I sat in the changing room of my boss’s pool house, face in my hands, crying to myself. I had been half way up the pool’s ladder, just the lower half of my legs in the water when the hip ties of my bikini came undone. I hadn’t felt it at first and continued my climb. But the breeze on my exposed sex and the hoot from several of the guys in the pool let me know I was in trouble.

I had tried to put it back in place but all I could do was hold the fabric against my pubic hairs. I ran for the change room and here I sat, crying.

“Shannon, open the door.”

It was the boss’s wife Sharon, asking again to let her in.

“Shannon, hun, come on. Bill’s taken the rest of them inside.”

I leaned over and undid the lock, sitting back down with the towel over my lap. Sharon slipped in, closed the door, and locked it. She put her arms around me and I cried into her shoulder. I’m not a terribly innocent child but there were plenty in the pool that I didn’t want to see my pussy.

Sharon whispered into my hair, stroking my shoulders and back. It felt nice.

“I’m sorry.”

“Sssh, no need for apologies, it was just an accident. One that few are going to forget but still just an accident.”

I looked up into her face and saw her smile. I gave a little laugh too. I pounded one fist onto my knee “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

Sharon gave me another hug. “Quit killing yourself. The guys all got excited, some of the girls too I think and the gals that didn’t, well, they gave their guys a good thump!”

Another chuckle.

“In fact, I don’t Bruce is going to get any from his wife for some time to come. She’s so mad, the water turned to steam around her!”
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Four University Girls

During my second year at university I shared a house with three other girls; Virginia, known by all as Ginny, a slim tall girl, brunette and very outward going; there was Anne, she was the sensible one of the group, very homely, she was quite short but well proportioned and with jet black hair; Lucy was the shy one, but she was the one all the boys fancied, at just under 6 feet tall, with long blonde hair and ample breasts she could easily have been a model; and then there was me of course Jennifer, or Jenny, I have dark hair, I`m fairly slim with 36C breasts. We all got on easily with one another, and it was quite the norm for us to wander around the house semi-naked, we borrowed, when they fitted, each others clothes.

It was a Friday night and we had chosen to have a night in, we got a few bottles of wine, a Chinese takeaway and settled down to watch a film on TV. After the film finished we were all getting quite tipsy. Anne said she was going to bed before she got to drunk, typical Anne. Lucy had another glass of wine before she said she was going to call it a day and she headed slightly unsteadily upstairs to her bedroom.

Ginny and I opened another bottle of wine and tried to find something worth watching on TV. As we flicked through the channels we came across a soft core porn film, we kept it on and ended up giggling at the poor acting. It was pretty tame, no graphic details, just plenty of tits, bottoms, a few pussy`s and even fewer limp cocks.

As we watched, I did find myself becoming slightly aroused, especially when a lesbian scene came on, we had stopped giggling at the film and we both watched intently as two women made love to one another. As they got into a `sixty-nine` I must have let out a slight sigh, Ginny turned to me and asked quite matter of fact if the sight of two women turned me on.

“No.” I told her, lying.

As I spoke to her I noticed that her nipples were hard, quite clear through the material of her T-shirt, she was obviously finding the film quite intriguing as well. We continued watching and as the credits rolled she turned and asked me straight out if I found the film a turn on. I couldn`t lie, she would see right through me, and besides is it wrong to find porn a turn on. I then asked her the same question.

“MMmm just a bit, do you know what turned me on the most though, the lesbian scenes.” She replied.

I agreed commenting that a woman must know how to turn another woman on. I casually glanced over to Ginny, her nipples clearly erect through her T-shirt, and she seemed to be fidgeting slightly. Without any thought, certainly not on my part, we edged together slightly, she looked at me and we slowly brought our lips together, our first kiss was more of a light peck, we stared into each other’s eyes as the kiss became more passionate, my first kiss with another woman. I remember her soft lips, our tongues now exploring each other’s mouths; just thinking about it now makes me shiver with excitement.

As the kiss continued I slowly moved my hands to caress her breasts through her T-shirt, feeling her erect nipples. Ginny, not to be outdone, slid her hands under my T-shirt and gently rubbed my breasts through my bra, and then she lifted my bra over my breasts, giving her unimpeded access to my nipples, her hands started to play with my hard nipples, gently pulling and pinching them. I managed to push my hands up her T-shirt, and played with her breasts through her bra.
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Exposing All

When I left the University I had a degree in photography, and I looked forward to becoming a full- time professional.

What I hadn’t counted on was that for each job, there were at least twenty qualified applicants. And my sex was definitely a hindrance, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became disheartened and desperate, until I met Tish…

She was an upcoming model and we became fast friends. It was she who suggested I should take some glamour shots of her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She reckoned that being a woman was an asset in glamour photography.

I hired a studio and while Tish got changed I set up the changing room dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, but it was a very different Tish who came out. Talk about sexy, black fishnet stockings, black lacy panties, a frilly lacy suspender belt and high heeled shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck, dangling over her breasts.

“Like it?” she purred, pursing her lips as she crossed the room. “Do you think they’re sexy enough?”

I whistled in appreciation. She really was a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a smell of sweetness. If I were a man, I would gave jumped on her right there and then. God!

She climbed onto the bed and posed, crouched on all fours. I focused the camera and began taking pictures.

She smiled, pushed out the tip of her tongue and held it between her teeth. I felt a strange thrill shooting through my body as I imagined her tongue flicking lightly over my clit.

It was such a strange thought for me to entertain that I felt myself blushing. Thankfully, Tish didn’t notice. I shot three rolls of film before she said: “I’ll take my panties off, and you can shoot me while I am taking them off.”

She stood up and hooked her thumb inside her panties, her face a mask of teasing invitation. She inched the wispy black lace down slowly, revealing her thick curly pubes. I could see her sweet lips through her hair, soft lips. Then, turning around, she bared her peachy little ass before lying down on the bed, what a shot that was, and she began to lie down and drawing up her knees. Languidly, she pulled her panties down her stockinged-thighs to her ankles before deftly hooking them over her high-heeled shoes.

Kneeling on the bed, she licked her fingers and caressed her nipples until they were hard and thrusting. They must have been almost an inch long, and the sight of them began to make my pussy juicy with a tingly sensation.

Then, cupping her hands under her breasts, she squeezed the firm flesh, blatantly offering them to me.

I pressed the shutter, my eyes were drinking in the sight, and my cunt was getting wetter and wetter. I have never taken photos of a nude woman, no less, watch one erotically in front of me.
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