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The Sauna

Heather wiped the sweat off her damp face with a small white towel while accompanying her work out partner back to the locker room. Having been her exercise buddy for the past year, Ashley knew her well and understood her need for encouragement, thus congratulating her on a good set.

They decided that in honor of their 1 year “fitness anniversary” they would treat themselves to a private sauna followed by frozen yogurt. Affording it would be no problem of course, being that they were both extremely successful despite their ages.

The man at the counter didn’t give a second glance when they purchased the private sauna for 2 time slots. After all this was a very classy, upscale sports club and no assumptions of any kind were to be made about any guests. The funny thing was, a great number of guests did in fact enjoy “renting out” the totally private luxury saunas for hours at a time. And in all actuality everyone, both employee and guest was quite aware of the private sauna possibilities.

Heather and Ashley had no such intention however and truly were just wanting to celebrate their year of hard work together. Back in the locker room they undressed, toweled up, and headed for the match to their key: PS7 (private sauna 7). Ashley unlocked the windowless door and held it open for Heather who stepped inside, holding her towel on her body up with both hands. They found themselves in a teeny tiny entryway to yet another door, this time with a window which opened with the same key. This next room was the sauna…. a great beautiful wooden room with thick long benches attached to the walls. Ah, what a treat!! Heather made a comment about how they deserved it; her friend agreed.

With that Ashley released an enormous groan as she stretched her arms upward and outward then let them fall at her sides. Heather, feeling a little self-conscious (although enjoying the luxury of a private sauna) sat on a bench and stiffly leaned in a sitting position against a wooden paneled wall, closing her eyes. Ashley, being somewhat of an exhibitionist and determined to enjoy the privacy she had helped pay for (and wanting to make her friend feel at ease) let her towel fall to the floor. Deep down, a part of her really wanted to see Heather naked, not so much to compare to her own body, but just to see what she really looked like without all of those baggy clothes. She felt pretty sure that she had awesome legs b/c even with the baggy shorts, she could see how tan and smooth and muscular they were, at least from the lower thigh down.

Heather tried desperately not to pop her eyes open as she heard the sound of Ashley’s towel crumpling onto the wooden floor. The next sounds she heard were of her friend adjusting her body onto the wooden bench across from her and laying down followed by another relaxed moan.

Heather took this opportunity to glance sideways through slightly slit eyes over at Ashley’s incredible body. She was truly amazed. Never had she realized just how well that woman took care of herself. Her lightly bronzed skin was taut, slick, and shiny over her perfect form. Little beads of sweat hung carefully at every crevice. Her blond hair, thick and healthy hung hot and limp off the side of the bench. With her eyes closed, she was nearly the image of an angel. Wondering if perhaps, her companion was asleep, she took the opportunity to shed her own towel, but very slowly, watching cautiously, so as not to awaken her friend. She took a moment to revel in this newfound freedom, this daring, totally exposed feeling of nakedness…. nakedness in front of another person! Her body began to increase a little in temperature, and in the depth of her mind she wondered some if perhaps it wasn’t just the heat of the sauna affecting her.
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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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Sapphic Stewardess

I had just completed my sophomore year in college. I grew up in Boston and had spent my entire life in New England. Now I was attending one of those prestigious but rather prim ‘seven sister’ colleges of which my mother and my two older sisters were both alumni. And that was after years at a dreary preparatory school my mother, too, insisted I attend. After all, mother, grandmother before her, and my two sisters had gone there and it was another of those absurd ‘family traditions’ to which they insisted I, too, adhere. While in some ways it is advantageous to grow up privileged, as I had, it can also be very stifling. Especially in that austere world of the New England aristocracy. We were all so damned ‘civilized’ that sometimes I wanted to puke. Often when your upbringing is overly refined and ‘proper,’ as mine was, one’s imagination becomes very fertile. One dreams of wallowing in more tawdry terrains, of transgressing the bounds of propriety, of deviating sharply from the expectations of polite society… of being free and wild! And this is especially true in the sexual domain where three centuries of Puritanical influence have had their effect on the sexual climate of the region and, in particular, its more ‘proper’ denizens.

Now that I was in college I was better able to exercise that freedom I had so long sought — but only to an extent. For the ‘prestigious’ New England four-year women’s college in many ways only continues the constraints of the kind of childhood I had experienced. Freedom was still stifled, now not only by an old-fashioned puritanism, but by a new form of shrill puritan body of belief — a pervasive feminism which insisted, no less than the pulpit, that only certain beliefs and behaviors were ‘proper’ for a woman. And so, still, I longed for the open, unfettered, spacious freedom I had so long sought. A freedom where I wouldn’t have to constantly conceal my needs and desires from others who would think them inappropriate.

And naturally, as is the case with so many women my age, the freedom I was especially eager to taste at this stage of my life was sexual freedom.

You see, I am blessed (or cursed, some would say) with a intense, sometimes rapacious libido. I was aware of this from the first early simmering moments of my sexual awakening. My girlfriends had long regarded me as being ‘boy crazy’. My chronic yearning for pleasures that could be achieved with the opposite sex — and with one’s own fingers! — had grown steadily to the point where I can now honestly and unabashedly claim that I am quite thoroughly addicted to sex. It’s probably not too much of an exaggeration to say that I am addicted to my own surging, volcanic libido. Maybe one day if this gets out of hand I’ll need to visit one of those Sexaholics Anonymous chapters and confess to my many excesses. But for the time being I am more than happy wallowing in and gorging on hefty doses of uninhibited eroticism.

So the plans I had made for this summer excited me with their prospects. I would be working as a waitress in the dining room of a very expensive and luxurious Wyoming dude ranch. One of my friends in college, Beth, was from Wyoming and had already worked at several of the area’s ranch resorts during high school and college, for several summers now. Through her efforts I was able to obtain a summer job out there, in dude ranch country.

Beth had often regaled me with tales of the kind of easy freedom and looseness people out West seemed to enjoy, so very different from my own rigid upbringing amidst the cotillions and country clubs of New England. Now I was eager and curious to experience that kind of world for myself.
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The Girls of Phi Kappa Alpha

“Why do we have to join a sorority, anyway?” Lisa whined to her friend. “They do mean things like hitting pledges with paddles, isn’t that right? Shelly told me it was all very humiliating!”

“Yes,” responded Lori, “but Shelly was a Zeta-Gamma. You and I are pledging Phi Kappa Alpha, which is exclusively for female athletes, so I seriously doubt we’ll have to put up with any of that nonsense! Besides, we’re both on scholarship, which means we NEED to join! So hurry up and get dressed or we’re gonna be late!”

Lisa nodded her head, still not convinced she wanted to join any sorority. But Lori was her best friend, and the two girls had both been planning to attend State together ever since junior high. Both were also athletes, although neither would be considered a star player, and were therefore both lucky to have received this invitation to pledge Phi Kappa Alpha.

“Why did they invite us, anyway?” asked Lisa. “Don’t they usually only target the big-name players?”

“Not Phi Alpha,” responded Lori. “From what I was told, Coach Felicia recommended both of us. And she’s a legacy! Wasn’t that nice of her?”

Lisa frowned in response. Coach Felicia was their P.E. instructor at Mason High School. More than once Lisa remembered the coach’s hands patting her on the tush in a more than friendly manner, not to mention staring boldly at her and the other girls as they were taking their showers. And that’s not all. There was the time when Lisa had pulled a muscle in practice, and the coach had kept her there late for what she called a “therapeutic massage.” Lisa wasn’t exactly sure what that was, but remembered Coach Felicia having her strip naked, followed by a lot of rubbing of her legs and butt, very sensually with oils. It was nice, but it made her uncomfortable. She’d never had a woman touch her like that before.

But that was all in the past, and if the coach was nice enough to recommend them both to the Alpha house then maybe she wasn’t so bad after all. Living in that sorority would make it possible for Lisa and Lori to afford attending State, something they had long dreamed about doing together. So perhaps even the possibility of sorority girls hitting them a couple of times with paddles didn’t seem so bad.

Lisa finished these thoughts while zipping up her skirt. She had selected a flowery light green outfit that showed off her long, slender legs and trim figure. It was a figure she was proud of. Lisa had been a volleyball player in high school, and certainly looked it at 5’10” tall with long beach blonde hair, and a California girl face, complete with a dazzling smile and bright green eyes.

Her friend Lori was, by comparison, a diminutive 5’4″. Their friends had labeled the two girls ‘Mutt & Jeff’ because of the height difference, but neither was offended. Lori was a gymnast, and while very short had an attractive curvy build, with well-formed breasts and a cute little behind that even Lisa thought adorable.

Both girls had always attended each other’s athletic competitions, and had always thought the other looked damn sexy in their skimpy uniforms, although they’d have never said so out loud. The volleyball uniform had been a baggy shirt with “bun-hugger” shorts that Lori thought made Lisa’s legs look even longer than they were, if that was possible. Meanwhile, Lori’s gymnastics outfits had always seemed to use as little cloth as possible, Lisa thought, and Lori had looked stunning in every competition, what with her hot little body straining at the seams.

Tonight Lori was wearing a tight black minidress with a red top that showed off her sexy compact figure as she and Lisa left together for the Alpha house. Lori had brunette hair cut short, and soft brown eyes that set off her pretty face. But now those eyes showed concern. They were expected at seven, and it was almost seven already. But fortunately traffic was light and they reached their destination with a couple of minutes to spare.

“If we can get accepted here we’ll have it made,” Lori said excitedly as they walked up the steps of the front porch. “Let’s do whatever it takes to be accepted, OK?” She then squeezed Lisa’s hand for good luck as they knocked on the door.

It was opened by a tall black girl in bluejeans and a navy sweatshirt. She was pretty in an athletic way, and her glance quickly took in the two nervous freshmen standing before her.

“You must be our new pledges,” she said. “My name is Janelle. I play basketball here at State. Come on in.” She then called out, “the new pledges have arrived.”

Behind her sauntered up a tanned girl in cut-offs and a tee shirt with shaggy blonde hair and a freckled face. “Hi, I’m Alice, the president of the Alpha house. You must be Lisa and Lori. Pleased to meet you.”

The girls all shook hands. Alice ran her eyes over the two pretty freshmen girls, saying sidelong to Janelle, “Not a bad catch, eh?” The black girl smiled in response.

Two other girls now made their appearance, as Alice made introductions. “This is Traci. She plays soccer,” motioning to a red haired girl in sweats. “And that’s Sharon, one of State’s golfers,” nodding to a sultry Hispanic senorita coming down the stairs.

“What sport do you play, Alice?” asked Lori.

“I’m captain of the tennis team,” Alice responded. “Now come on into the living room and let’s get better acquainted,” she said, ushering the two into a nicely furnished, carpeted area. It was clear that Alpha house wasn’t short of cash. Everything looked expensive, from the beautifully upholstered chairs and couches to the thick rug beneath their feet.

“This is a really nice place,” said Lisa. “Lori and I are so happy to be here.” Lori nodded in agreement. Both girls felt slightly uncomfortable in the presence of the four upper classmen, who seemed to be staring intently at them as they sat back onto a couch. Lori particularly noted Sharon’s eyes checking out her legs, as she sat back, her minidress hiking up involuntarily, exposing her smooth, taut thighs. Sharon winked at Lori, and the younger girl blushed in response, her eyes downcast.

“Oh, the pleasure is all ours,” responded Alice. “I think you two will be very happy here. Of course, as pledges, we ask one thing and one thing only, and that’s complete obedience. Think of us as your older sisters now. We will be taking care of you. All we ask in response is for you to OBEY!” Her emphasis on that last word was clear.

Both girls nodded.

“You will find some of what we do perhaps strange and unfamiliar, but it’s part of the pledge experience here at Alpha house. On the positive side, our girls are invited to the best parties, we have our very own beach house on the coast, in the winter there’s free access to a ski lodge in Aspen owned by Traci’s family, and every summer we sponsor a trip to Europe, I believe this time it’s France, right, Sharon?”

“Oui,” said Sharon, getting a laugh in response.

“And all we ask of you is your complete submission to your older sisters. Think you can handle that?”

“Oh, yes,” blurted out both girls at once. Lisa added, “It all sounds so wonderful. I almost have to ask what’s the catch?”

The four older girls couldn’t help smiling at one another as Janelle volunteered a response. “We’ll be testing your willingness to obey. Some of what we ask of you might seem strange, even making you uncomfortable. But you’ll either accept it or go elsewhere. But you’ll never find another sorority with the amenities offered here.”

“I’m in,” said Lori. “I love it here already.”

“Me, too,” added Lisa. “You’ve sold us both. Only this seems so nice, I know there’s gotta be a catch somewhere.”

“Oh, there is,” said Alice. “But it’s not like you think. We’re not going to blister your butt with paddles or anything harsh like that. When we want to punish you in Alpha house a hand-spanking usually suffices. In fact, we prefer it.”

Lori noticed the smiles on the other girls’ faces. But the thought of being spanked by one of these women didn’t unduly alarm her. In fact, she found herself blushing at the thought, and saw that the Hispanic girl Sharon was eyeing her closely. She blushed even deeper.

“OK, girls, then it’s settled,” Alice said as they got up and headed toward the door. “You both are now both pledges of Phi Kappa Alpha. You will move your belongings in this weekend, and we welcome you aboard.”

Lisa and Lori both expected a handshake, and were surprised instead when Alice reached out to embrace them both. “Welcome little sisters,” she said softly.

Then the other three also moved in, hugging each of the two girls intimately. Janelle kissed Lisa on the mouth, and Lori could swear Sharon squeezed her butt during their embrace. But she pretended not to have noticed. “See you on Saturday! Bye now!”

As the door closed both girls walked back to the car. “Well, we’re in,” said Lisa.

“Well, tentatively at least,” replied her friend.

On Saturday they arrived with their belongings, and were shown to their room on the first floor. It was small with two twin beds, but otherwise nicely furnished with a chest of drawers, a desk, and a small closet. “It’s not much,” said Alice, as they looked around, “but don’t worry about the small beds. You’ll be sleeping upstairs a lot these first few weeks.”

Lisa looked at Lori as if to say, “What does she mean by that?” Lori shrugged her shoulders in response.

“Get unpacked, and be in the living room tonight at seven o’clock for the start of your initiation,” Alice said as she prepared to leave the room.

“What should we wear?” asked Lisa.

“Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot. You pledges will be attired in bra and panties. Nothing more.” With that she left, closing the door behind her.

“Is she serious?” Lisa whispered. “Bra and panties?”

“Of course she’s serious,” responded Lori. “Remember what they said about obedience? They’re going to be testing us. Besides, remember what she said about not paddling us? Whatever they have in store for us, how bad can it be? We can take it!”

Lisa nodded in agreement, although she wasn’t smiling as she began to unpack.

At seven sharp the two girls left the room and headed for the living room where their four older sorority sisters awaited them. All four appeared attired in dark sweats. They were all seated and talking. But a hush fell over the room as the two near naked freshmen girls entered. Somebody emitted a low whistle. “Very nice,” said Sharon, staring boldly at Lori’s sexy little body, clad in only light blue satin panties and a matching top that barely held in her perfectly formed tits. Lisa, too, was being admired by her sisters. At Lori’s insistence she had worn a white thong bikini bottom and white bra. Lori had told her, “You’ve got a nice ass. Don’t be afraid to show it off! Also, a thong will show them you’re not intimidated or afraid.”

But right now Lisa was intimidated AND afraid. Her thong was drawing a number of appreciative glances.

“Turn around, Lisa,” said Janelle. “Slowly.”

Lisa did as she was told.

“What a gorgeous rear end,” Janelle said aloud.

“OK, ladies, here is where your initiation begins,” broke in Alice. “I’m giving you both an indelible marker. I’m now going to ask the older girls to each go upstairs to her room. Before midnight you are hereby instructed to each get your rear end signed, autographed if you will, by each of your four older sisters. To get them to do this you will have to do whatever they ask. If you can accomplish this feat, you’re in. If not, you can say ‘sayonara’ to Alpha house. OK, girls, upstairs. Lori and Lisa, you have five hours.”

With that, the two young women found themselves soon all alone in the living room, staring at eachother in shock. “We need to get each of them to sign our butts?” Lisa finally gasped.

“And they’ll only do it if we do whatever they say,” added Lori. “Whatever do you suppose that’ll be?”

“I don’t know,” moaned Lisa, “but I’m afraid it’s going to get really weird. I don’t like the way that Janelle has been eyeing me, or the way the rest of them were oogling my ass in this stupid thong you made me wear.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” whispered Lori. “Sharon’s been devouring me with her eyes since we first walked in the door. But we’ve gotta be strong, Lisa! They demand submission. So we submit, OK?”

“If you will, so will I,” promised Lisa. “Now, how do you want to do this? Shall we go together, or separate?”

“If I’m going to be spanked, or whatever, I think I’d rather be on my own, Lisa. Besides, if we’re together they may make us spank eachother!”

“OK, then, let’s get it over with. I’m going to Alice’s room first,” Lisa said, determined. “She seems easygoing enough. Maybe she’ll initial my butt in exchange for a nice back-rub.”

“And I’ll try that soccer girl, Traci,” said Lori. “She’s the rich one. Maybe she’ll be satisfied if I kiss her feet or something like that.” The two girls giggled together, then slowly headed upstairs.

Moments later, Alice heard a timid knock on her bedroom door. “Come in,” she said. Lisa then entered, and saw Alice sitting on her large bed clad only in a tee shirt and panties. “Over here,” she motioned to Lisa with her index finger. “Let’s check you out.”

Lisa slowly made her way over to the older girl. “Turn around,” Alice commanded. “I want to see if that sexy ass of yours feels as good as it looks.”

“What are you doing?” Lisa asked in a shocked voice, as Alice’s fingers began exploring her firm ass cheeks.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” Alice responded, sharply slapping Lisa’s sexy butt. “Take off those clothes and climb up onto this bed. I have something I want you to do before I sign my name to your butt.”

Lisa obeyed, but felt horrified at what she was being asked to do. Obviously this girl was a lesbian, and Lisa had never so much as kissed a girl before tonight. And yet, here she was climbing onto another girl’s bed, totally nude.

“I’m going to go easy on you this first time,” Alice said, gliding her hands along Lisa’s smooth skin, “because we’ll have many, many nights in the months ahead to get better acquainted. Right now, I just want to enjoy this pretty body of yours for a while.” And with that she proceeded to lean over and kiss Lisa deeply on the lips, her tongue pushing past her lips, and on into her mouth. Meanwhile, her hands cupped Lisa’s breasts, squeezing and tweaking her firm nipples. After a while her mouth left Lisa’s, working its way down to her chin, then her neck, shoulders, and finally sucking and kissing her breasts. Lisa moaned, overcome by the passionate assault on her senses. Never before had she made out with another girl, and against all her wishes she was finding it incredibly exciting.

When Alice raised her head to look Lisa in the face, she saw longing in the younger girl’s eyes.

“That’s enough for tonight,” she said. “Roll over, babe, and give me that pen.” And with that she signed her name on Lisa’s smooth round derriere in indelible ink.

Meanwhile, Lori was in Traci’s room, where she soon found herself being passionately kissed by the fiery soccer player. “What a little doll you are,” remarked Traci, as she pulled off Lori’s bra and panties. “Sharon told me she wanted you all for herself, but here at Alpha house we share.” She laughed to herself, then pulled Lori over her lap. “I think for now I’ll settle for a pleasant little spanking of this beautiful round butt.” And with that she proceeded to slap Lori’s tush repeatedly. At first Lori blushed with humiliation, but as the spanking continued she felt herself enjoying the sensation. By the time Traci finished Lori was wiggling her butt appreciatively with every stroke.

“You’re a natural, babe,” Traci murmured, grabbing the marker and scribbling her name on Lori’s now-warmed ass cheeks before lifting the trembling girl up and kissing her deeply on the mouth. “I’m sure we’ll be doing this again very soon.” Lori left the room in a daze.

Meanwhile, Lisa had crossed the hall and knocked quietly on Sharon’s door. “Come in,” she heard, and opening the door found Sharon waiting there in a black negligee. “Oh, it’s you,” she said, seeing the nude young blonde standing before her. “I was kind of hoping to see your friend. But then,” she smiled, “that will be later. As for now, I believe I’d like for you to give me a very sexy lap dance. And I won’t be signing your pretty wiggling rear until I’m fully satisfied.”

With that she reached over and clicked on a hot salsa CD, turning up the sound as the exotic Spanish rythym filled the room. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Lisa stood still for only a second longer, and then slowly began gyrating her lithe body before the dark-eyed, sultry woman before her. Sharon’s hands reached up to pull her closer, turning her around in doing so, so that Lisa’s butt was now in her face. Lisa acknowledged this, swaying it seductively before the older girl’s appreciative eyes. “Ah, so sweet,” purred Sharon, her hands coming up to gently caress the beautiful ass before her. Lisa was astounded at how turned on she was at this moment! Here, in this room, dancing naked for another woman, and loving it! By now Sharon’s hands were roaming freely all over her body, at one time slapping Lisa’s swaying butt, only inches from Sharon’s face. As the song ended, so did Lisa’s movements. Sharon then kissed her pretty round rear, then reached for the pen to sign her name right below where Alice had signed it not twenty minutes before. Then she patted Lisa’s rump and motioned her out the door. “I’ve got preparations to attend to for the second course,” she said, smiling.

Meanwhile, Lori had gone to Janelle’s room. The tall, black basketball girl still had on her sweats, and was sitting at her desk as the still nude little gymnast entered, her bra and panties still on the floor in Traci’s room. Janelle smiled. Oh, the fun she would be having with this cute little plaything later in the semester. But right now her thoughts were on her tall blonde friend in the next room. Nevertheless, she motioned Lori to approach her. The trembling girl slowed to a halt before her, awaiting orders. “Come up here, on my lap,” said Janelle, soothingly. Lori climbed up like a little girl on her daddy’s knee. Immediately Janelle began slowly stroking Lori’s pretty little body. Her hands were everywhere, along her sides, up and down her legs, squeezing and caressing her breasts and ass. She kissed the younger girl deeply, then motioned her to get up and bend over her desk, which Lori quickly did, arching her perfumed ass upward for Janelle’s attentions. The black girl then knelt down behind her and began kissing the gorgeous, pert little ass of the gymnast. Her lips covered the soft round mounds, licking and nipping the sweet-smelling skin. Lori moaned aloud. This was a new sensation for her, and she was loving it. Janelle’s tongue then worked its way into the cleft between Lori’s cheeks. The younger girl was in ecstasy as Janelle’s tongue found her exposed asshole and pussy. Janelle continued to lick and Lori continued to moan aloud. Finally, the older girl edged back. “That’s enough for tonight.” She grabbed the marker and initialed Lori’s ass, close to where Traci had done so not long before. She then got up, patted Lori’s behind, kissed her, and sent her on her way.

Lisa was at that moment in Traci’s room. Traci had earlier enjoyed administering a hand-spanking to Lori’s cute little butt, but seeing this gorgeous tall blonde now nude and submissively waiting before her, decided to spice it up a bit.

“For you, my pretty pledge, I’m going to want to see you hopping.”

Lisa looked at her quizzically. “Hopping?”

“Yes, my pretty plaything, I said ‘hopping.’ Come over here,” Traci said, reaching into a drawer and pulling out some velcro straps, which she then applied to Lisa’s ankles, tying them together, along with her arms behind her back. Lisa was still standing, but she couldn’t move, only hop. Traci then added a gag to keep her quiet, and then proceeded to slap Lisa’s bare ass. “Now hop for me,” she demanded.

Lisa didn’t know what else to do. She began hopping around the room, slowly, but with Traci walking behind her slapping her on the ass with her hand. “Oh, your butt looks so good bouncing up and down like that!” Lisa felt humiliated, but didn’t dare stop. She also felt incredibly turned on. The slaps continued, until finally she collapsed face down on Traci’s bed, her butt still up in the air, exposed to more of Traci’s attentions. But the red-haired soccer player had had enough. She planted a couple of warm kisses on Lisa’s reddened ass cheeks, then grabbed the marker and scribbled her name. “Three out of four, sweet-cheeks,” she said, as she undid the velcro straps, and helped Lisa stand up. “I really do love that pretty butt of yours, by the way,” she said, grinning. Lisa smiled back, in spite of herself. She would never admit it, but she had enjoyed the ordeal more than she would ever have imagined. The realization that she was actually enjoying being a submissive plaything was more than she could fathom at this time.

Meanwhile, Lori had knocked on Sharon’s door, and when she entered saw that the sultry Hispanic girl had prepared a special surprise for her. On the large table in the center of her room she had placed a large platter. Around the platter were items used for cooking and the preparation for food.

“I got hungry waiting for you, my sexy little morsel,” Sharon said. “Now quick, up on the table, and I’ll show you how to prepare the Spanish suckling pig, a recipe that’s been in my family for generations.”

Lori didn’t know what else to do. The older girl then pulled her up onto the platter, securing her wrists together in front of her as she knelt down onto it, face down and butt up, her ankles then secured together behind her. “You look totally delicious like that, my love,” murmured Sharon, trailing a finger along the curve of Lori’s upturned butt. “But I’m not finished yet.”

She then opened a small bottle of olive oil, and proceeded to rub it all over Lori’s lovely young body. All over the oil was rubbed in by Sharon’s experienced fingers, with perhaps a bit more attention paid to the gymnast’s small breasts and perfectly round little ass. Soon Lori’s skin was glistening in golden perfection. Sharon then sprinkled on some pepper, and garnished Lori with a few sliced cucumbers and radishes. “Ah, the perfect dish,” she said, her mouth actually watering as she watched Lori’s oiled body wiggle against the restraints, her mouth letting out an involuntary moan.

“Ah yes, I almost forgot,” said Sharon, as she reached over and grabbed an apple, placing it in the younger girl’s mouth. Then, stepping back to admire her work, she licked her lips and sighed. “Oh, if only cannibalism wasn’t illegal,” she said softly to herself. “Still, what jury could possibly convict me?” She leaned in and gently bit Lori’s oiled right rear end cheek, causing the younger girl to yelp. Sharon laughed and nipped her rear again.

At about this time Lisa was crossing the hall to Janelle’s room. She knocked, and heard Janelle’s voice say, “Enter.” In walked Lisa, and there was Janelle laying on her bed, naked, except for a large strap-on dildo securely attached around her waist. The black girl sat up, and said, “Come here, my pretty white slavegirl. Come here and present your ass to me. I want you. I want your body and your gorgeous round rump.”

Lisa was dumbfounded. She began to back away toward the door. But Janelle was too quick for her. She leaped up and grabbed her, forcefully kissing her on the mouth, one hand grabbing her right breast while the other circled her waist. “What are you afraid of? You’re mine tonight, whether you want to be or not! Surrender that beautiful body to me.” She kissed the younger girl hard on the side of her neck.

“I’m… I’m afraid,” whined Lisa. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Janelle stroked the trembling girl in her arms, running her hands along Lisa’s stomach, across her breasts, and then down to her soft, pliable butt. “Nobody’s going to hurt you, pretty girl. But this is the final ordeal you must endure in order to fulfill tonight’s initiation. You can do it. You must do it.”

Lisa nodded, and Janelle released her from her grasp, then took her hand and led her to the bed. Lisa submissively climbed up and laid on her stomach, as directed by Janelle, facing the wall. The older girl then manacled her wrists to the bed board, and then began slowly kissing her body. Lisa felt the tension leave her, as Janelle then got behind her and raised her butt, her hands placed firmly on Lisa’s hips, positioning her rear end so that she could take it from behind with the strap-on. It was lubricated, allowing it to slide easily into Lisa’s pussy. Nevertheless, the blonde girl squirmed and moaned softly as Janelle proceeded to pump her doggy style, her black hands squeezing the beautiful white ass cheeks of the trembling volleyball player. “Ah, this is so good,” Janelle said quietly. She continued to pump harder, Lisa’s moans becoming louder. “Quiet,” Janelle hissed, slapping the white girl’s sexy ass. She then slapped it again, whispering into Lisa’s ear, “Your ass jiggles so very nicely, you’ll have to remind me to spank it the next time you spend the night here with me.” Lisa moaned again, as the strap-on action continued, her pretty white butt being pumped repeatedly over the next half hour, as Janelle alternately caressed, and occasionally slapped the blonde girl’s sexy rear while enjoying her from behind. Finally, she pulled the strap-on out of Lisa’s pussy and lay on top of Lisa’s prostrate form. “That was so good,” she sighed, kissing her way up the blonde girl’s back to her neck. “Where’s the pen? You certainly earned my autograph on that pretty butt of yours.” She wrote her name on the still trembling white flesh.

Across the hall, in Alice’s room, the still oiled up Lori was standing in the bathroom while Alice turned on the hot water in the bathtub. “I can’t believe Sharon let you leave her room still oiled up like this,” she fumed. “I don’t want olive oil all over my sheets. Looks like I’ll have to wash you before I can play with you.”

Lori just looked down in exhaustion. It had been a long night, but it still wasn’t over, as she still needed Alice’s autograph on her now oily butt. Alice poured some bubble bath soap into the tub, then proceeded to bathe the pretty young gymnast. “Oh well, I might as well make this fun,” she said to herself before starting. She got up and reached into one of her dresser drawers, grabbing a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. She then put the blindfold around Lori’s eyes, then handcuffed the non-protesting girl with her arms up to a bathroom fixture, then gently guided her body into the soapy water. Soon Alice’s hands were gliding freely along the gymnast’s smooth young body, along her back, cupping her lush breasts, her smooth legs, and her sexy round ass. It was a thoroughly enjoyable experience, thought Alice, bathing the bound beauty. Occasionally she’d plant a kiss somewhere on the girl’s wet, silky skin, eliciting a moan of appreciation from the captive handcuffed girl. Soon Lori’s body was glistening and squeaky clean, the only evidence of the night’s action being the three named scribbled on her cute round rear in indelible ink. Alice dried the girl off, but when she looked for the marker it was nowhere to be found.

“But you need to sign my butt,” whined Lori, “or else I can’t get in the sorority!”

“Not to worry, my pretty plaything,” said Alice. “I know another way to mark my initials onto your sweet ass.” And with that she lifted up Lori’s rear, leaned down and proceeded to plant a hickey on the young girl’s tender tush.

“What good is that, Alice?” protested Lori. “I mean, I enjoy feeling your lips on my butt, but I need your initials there right now.”

“Not to worry, pretty girl, a few more hickeys and we’ll have the letter ‘A’,” laughed Alice, as she went in again.

It took a while, but by midnight both girls were resting comfortably in the living room of the Alpha house, their butts signed by all the women of Alpha house, their bodies now cleaned and pampered by their erstwhile tormentors. Both were in white cotton panties and tee-shirts sporting the Phi Kappa Alpha logo. Short-cut tee-shirts, as Alice and the other girls liked the way it showed-off their cute rear ends.

“You did it,” said Traci. “You’re both in!”

Sharon was holding Lori’s head on her lap, the younger girl almost asleep, while Lisa was laying on the adjoining couch, cuddling in Janelle’s lap.

“Yes, we’re in,” she murmured. “But we’ve got so much still to learn, and I’m just so happy you’re all here to teach us.”

“And that’s exactly what we plan to do,” Janelle murmured back. “Ain’t education a beautiful thing?”

The others all smiled in response.

At The Office

Melissa enjoyed her job a lot… She had been working for the agency for a little over a year, and in that time had gotten two promotions along with nice raises. She had started as a general typist, but had soon shown superior talent and was given the job as the administrative assistant to one of the vice presidents. It was shortly after that happened that she got her big career break.

She was working late on a Friday… Her boss had a huge project that had to be in the client’s office, halfway across the country, first thing Monday morning. Melissa loved working for her boss, Sharon, a strikingly beautiful woman who, in her mid-forties, was quite a bit older than Melissa’s 26 years. Sharon is very tall and slender, with a mane of auburn curls that reaches halfway down her back. Her taste in clothing tends to white blouses and dark slacks, but they are obviously tailored and show off her tight butt.

Melissa is short at 5’1″ and blonde, with her curly hair just reaching her shoulders. Her body, while not fat by anyone’s standards, is more full than Sharon’s. Melissa usually dresses in short skirts that show off her shapely legs, but she is careful not to dress too provocatively at the office. Away from work, she tends to wear tiny little mini skirts and low cut tops, as she loves to show off her body. Melissa has been lesbian for several years, she got tired of men and their mind games and their refusal to grow up. She is single at the moment, as a couple of months ago she came home from work and found her last girl friend in bed with her own sister, and couldn’t handle it.

Melissa has no clue about Sharon’s sexual orientation… Sharon is always very professional around the office, but Melissa has also never seen her away from work. She has no idea whether Sharon has a husband, a boy friend, a girl friend, or what… She has noticed that Sharon does not wear a ring on the third finger of her left hand, but does wear several others.

That particular evening, Sharon seemed to be in a very good mood in spite of the stress they were under to complete the project. It looked like they would get it done without much difficulty, and after a while Sharon sent out for some Chinese food for the two of them. When it arrived, they took their food into the conference room and spread it out on the table.

Sharon looked at Melissa and said, “So, Melissa… First off, I want you to know that you have done a great job for me so far. I haven’t had a chance to say it, but keep up the good work!”

Melissa smiled and said, “Thanks… I figured that if there was a problem, you would have let me know. But it’s always nice to hear that I’m doing things to your satisfaction.”

“You are, definitely! We have never really had a chance to get to know each other. Tell me something about yourself!” said Sharon, as she dished herself some rice and chicken.

“Ummmmm… Like what?”

“Well, let’s see. You’re 26, right?” Melissa nodded her head, since her mouth was full of pork fried rice.

Sharon continued, “Okay, are you married? Boy friend? Kids? Pets?”

Melissa swallowed, then took a drink of water. She smiled. “No, no, no and no! None of the above. How about you, Sharon, are you married?”

The older woman laughed out loud. “Oh, God, no!”

When Melissa looked at Sharon blankly, she went on, “Didn’t you know that I’m a lesbian?”
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Intimate Shaving

Tammy and I were having drinks at my apartment. She’s a very outspoken one. She asked if I had ever shaved my pussy. I’m an ex-beautician, and I told her that I shaved mine quite frequently. I had also shaved several customers while I was working.

“I tried it and wound up all prickly, and with a rash. I want to surprise my lover. She has never seen it bare.” Tammy said smiling wickedly at me. She had shocked me a little as I didn’t know she preferred women. My interest really peaked.

“Sure, I can shave you. When do you want me to do it?” She said that then would be a good a time as any. I have had several very sexy encounters while shaving women, and the thought of shaving Tammy make my clit tingle. We had another drink and then I got my shaving paraphernalia out. I asked her to strip. She turned her back and took off her clothes. I caught my breath as she turned around. She has a beautiful svelte body.

I put some soft towels on the kitchen table and Tammy hopped up on it , and lay back. I pulled up a chair and began the delightful task of denuding her lovely pussy. I trimmed her hair close with clippers, then spread her dainty outer lips exposing her bright pink core. Her vaginal folds were wet with her secretions. Her pussy was beautiful, deep pink and gleaming wet.

I wanted to lick her sweet pussy. I could smell the delightful aroma of a clean, aroused sex, and it made my mouth water. I held back and blotted the moisture. I applied the protective salve up and down her tender flesh. She moaned as my fingers coated her exposed flesh and slid up to “accidentally” flick her clit, just peeping out of the folds of it’s hood.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked innocently, looking up her shapely body. Her pert breasts had softened a little as she lay back.

“No, you rubbed my clit. It’s very sensitive. I’m sorry I’m so wet. Having a lovely woman, between my legs looking at my pussy so close, gets me hot.” She said looking down at me.
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Rack Em Up

The bar was smoke filled and crowded for a Tuesday night. I walked up to the bar and ordered my regular, a scotch on the rocks. I winked at the bartender and laid my money down. “Hard day?” she asked. I nodded and sipped my drink. This place was my away, my out. When I was this tense and frustrated, I always stopped by to drown my worries. I quickly drank my scotch and tapped the bar to motion that I was ready for the next one.

The sound of pool clacked in the back room. I swirled around to look and saw that only two tables were being used. Maybe later, after a few more drinks, I’d step up to shoot a game myself. As I turned back to the bar, she caught my attention. She was leaning against the jukebox, pumping quarters in. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back and barely touched the top of her Levi’s. I’d never seen her here before, or maybe I’d just never noticed, I wasn’t sure. Come to my window cranked out of the jukebox as she returned to the back of the bar at a table in the corner.

I continued to watch her as I rolled my scotch around in the glass, enjoying the clinking of the ice cubes. My day had been torture and I vowed to forget all about it tonight with a few drinks and perhaps a game of pool. The bartender noticed that my drink was low and walked over to place another one in front of me. She touched my shoulder lightly and cleared her throat. I turned around and found the drink placed there on the dark mahogany bar. I finished the one I was drinking and grabbed the new one. “Hey babe,” I said to the bartender, “The blonde, in the back….she new here?”

“Oh, she’s been here a few times, but isn’t very regular.” she answered. I spun around again to find the blonde. She was still sitting in the corner, singing with the jukebox, slightly swaying with the rhythm. I noticed that she was drinking whisky and was soon to be finished. What the hell, I thought to myself. You’ve had a bad day, maybe she has, too. I ordered two drinks….a scotch and a whisky before I hopped down from my stool to venture into the back of the bar. I sauntered over to her table, when she looked up at me with the most gorgeous blue eyes.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I saw that you needed another drink.” I said softly as I extended it towards her. She just smiled brightly at me and shoved the empty chair towards me with her foot. I sat down and offered my glass to toast her. Our glasses clinked and we each took a sip before she spoke. “I was hoping you’d come over…..I’d love to shoot a game of pool and had nobody to play with.” I smiled, finished my drink, and stood up. “Well honey, I’m here now, let’s play!” She blushed and stood, too.

I felt a surge of joy shoot through me and welcomed it after the day I’d had. I grabbed our sticks and she deposited the coins that released the balls. We both looked at each other as neither one of us knew who was going to rack. I opened my mouth as she grinned at me with that sexy mouth and told me, “rack ’em up, baby!” I did as I was instructed and felt a warmth take over my body. Not sure if it was the many scotches or her, I decided to just go with it and play along.

Crack! The balls went everywhere, sending them in every direction. A solid dropped into the side pocket and the game was on. I walked to her side where she stood holding her stick tightly while rubbing the blue chalk over the tip. I eyed the table, decided on my shot and bent to take it. My stick slowly slid back and forth between my thumb and finger. I licked my bottom lip as this made me think of playing with her nipples the way I played with the stick. I took my shot and missed.

She giggled and walked to the corner at the other end of the table. She bent over the table, taking a shot that seemed impossible to make. She stretched over the corner, her breasts almost touching the felt. I lost myself in her….looking down her open top at her creamy breasts. Her white bra barely containing them, they seemed to spill out. I imagined touching them, kissing them, sucking her soft pink nipples until they hardened in my mouth. I bit my lip and gasped at the thought. She made her shot and moved to my side of the table. As she passed me, between the table and myself, I caught her scent. She smelled like night blooming jasmine. She was intoxicating.
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My First Massage

I sat in the chair waiting.

My husband had bought me a massage for my birthday, so here I was, but it had been almost half an hour and I was beginning to get irritated. I glanced in the mirror, checking my self out. I had been told the massager here was gorgeous, so I had played up my trim 23yr old body, wearing a fine lace bra and thong pantie set (another birthday present) and had my brown hair done up high. I wore a pair of tight dark grey jeans and a tank top. I may be married but that didn’t mean I couldn’t flirt occasionally

My musing was interrupted by the arrival of my massager. And gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe.. her! A woman, I was surprised. She was beautiful, a fiery red head with the tight blue uniform shirt and skirt. Her breast fairly burst out of her top and her green eyes lingered on me.

“Sorry about the delay uh?” she enquired as she sat down.

“Aurelia, Aurelia Watts” I said, I was unnerved the woman was no older then me, but she had the most penetrating gaze.

“Aurelia,” she said as if tasting every syllable “I am Samantha and we are very sorry and offer a full body massage as compensation. Would that be acceptable?”

I just nodded my head still shaken by her gaze.

“Very well let us begin, if you could please strip off everything except for your panties?” she asked in a completely straight forward tone.

I was a bit surprised by the request, but I began to strip off. But as I removed my top I saw her eyes on me again and immediately felt my nipples harden. I had never really considered another woman before, if anything it had seemed a bit gross but her I was stripping for another woman (If only for a massage and getting turned on). With a sly smile she instructed me lie stomach down on the massage table with my face looking through the small hole in the table.

Not knowing what to expect I almost jumped when she ran her hands over my left foot. With expert skill she began, first with my feet and then slowly moving her hands up my calf muscles. She was indescribable, her hands were like silk, moving and pressing their way up my leg. Her advance did not stop at my knees but carried on up my thighs, inside and out.

I suddenly found my self soaking wet this was unlike anything I had felt before, I was so turned on! I felt a soft hand brush my ass check for an instant. Before she stoped and made her way to my shoulders. I almost shuddered with pleasure as she began to stroke my shoulders. Then she bent down and whispered in my ear.

“You have the most amazing legs darling.” Her voice was deep and husky.

I clenched my teeth trying not to respond. This wasn’t right, I wasn’t a lesbian. Her hand slid down my back making circles before she came to my ass again.

“I’m just going to move this for a sec, okay darl?” she asked as her hands hooked under the lace thong, and began moving it with out waiting for a reply. I gave a kind of non committal grunt as I felt the thong pulled down to just below my ass checks.

I then felt the biggest shock of my life. I felt her run her tongue down my ass crack. This was the final straw; I pulled my self up and turned to face her, only to find her only a few inches from my face.
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Still Best Friends

My morning had been crazy, four new cases and I was the only one available to take them. I was beginning to think that the day was never going to end. I listened to an endless amount of griping and bickering, and that was from my colleagues. Some how I thought pro bono work would be more gratifying. I love my work on most levels, but the people I have to deal with, namely the other lawyers, are enough to make you reconsider your career path. I guess the reason why that morning felt like it was dragging was because I had scheduled my afternoon off. My best friend from high school was going to be in town and we were going to get together for lunch. She and I had talked on the phone for the past six years, but never actually got to see each other since graduation. We were both afraid we wouldn’t click like back in the day.

She and I were inseparable back then. Our other friends would pick on us; Siamese twins or lesbians take your pick. We didn’t really mind, as long as we were together. We sit up late at night talking about what it would be like to make out with each other, but neither of us had the balls to actually do it. That thought made me laugh and brought me back to the boring meeting I was in just in time to see everyone looking at me. I had to get out of there! I sank down into my chair and waited for them to carry on. The meeting, which of course was just an excuse to get everyone away from his or her offices to chitchat had lasted a small eternity. Nothing was said of any importance, just a way to waste time.

I got back to my office to find a note on my desk, “Meet Jessica at the Blue Moon Café.” My heart jumped. I knew we were going to get together, but now it was for real, it was on paper!

I got to the café early and got a table facing the door. I wanted to make sure I saw her when she walked in. I didn’t have to wait long. It might have been six years, but she still looked the same, tall, long legged and blonde. She spotted me immediately and walked over. We hugged tightly as we giggled and laughed. It was a bit weird seeing her. We quickly feel into our old routine and gossiped about everything in our lives, leaving no detail out. After we’d both eaten I asked her where she wanted to go for the afternoon. “I wanna see where you work Tracey.” As much as I didn’t want to go back there, I nodded and smiled. “Sure thing hon.”

I walked in and asked Monica, the firm’s secretary, to act as if I’m still out. She smiled and answered yet another phone call. I opened the door to my small office and let Jessica in. “Whoa hon, you’ve moved up in the world haven’t you?” She had to be joking. My office was large enough to fit my desk, 2 chairs opposite the desk, three five drawer filing cabinets and a dark brown couch, which was only in my office because there was nowhere else to put it.
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Eat A Peach

tanding under the shower running my soapy hands between my legs, I thought back to when I first met Tracy over a month ago. She showed up at my door in short cut-offs with those tanned, dancer’s legs, a tight, shoestring halter hugging petite breasts, and mountain lake blue eyes that made my legs go weak. That image still causes my pussy to tingle.

Tracy was a sophomore scrambling to get a psychology term paper finished. A mutual friend sent her over to my apartment with the suggestion that I could help. I was a 4.0 senior psych major, and many people came to me for last minute assistance. Usually I charged a token amount to help them put their papers together.

The closer to their deadline, the more I charged; but I was always fair. If they were short on cash, I would accept favors like cleaning my apartment or washing my VW. When I opened the door and saw Tracy, charging her a fee was the last thing on my mind. Fucking her was all I could think about. She was gorgeous, and I was in love.

As it turned out, her paper was due the next day and she was desperate. When it came time to discuss payment, she said, “I’m so embarrassed, but I’m broke until my parents send my next check. If you can let me ride for a week or so, I can pay you then.”

We were sitting on my bed going over her notes, but I had spent more time looking at those smooth, tanned legs than her assignment. At one point, a few papers fell on the floor. She leaned down to pick them up, her body brushing mine so close I could feel her warmth. I wondered if she did it on purpose so I could smell her; a fragrance so fresh and clean, her shampoo or body wash was a light peach scent. Was she as juicy as the fruit? It was all I could do to resist finding out right then.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” I said as if deep in thought. “Most people pay me right away. Maybe we could make other arrangements.”

“What kind?” she said with a gleam in her eye.

“Well, favors or something.”

She thought for a moment then said, “I don’t mean to freak you out or anything, but can I ask you a very personal question?”

“Ask me anything,” I said, my heart melting.

“Well . . . are you by any chance into girls? You know, are you bi or lez?”

“And if I was,” I said. My pulse raced.

“Then I could pay you with pleasure.”

Her smile was innocent girl-next-door, but her eyes told me I could be in for the fuck of my life.

“I promise I will make it worth your while,” Tracy said, reaching out and running her hand along my bear leg. “It would be fun.”

I leaned forward until our lips were almost touching. “The answer to your personal question is yes, I love having sex with girls, and yes, I’m very bi. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Our first kiss was the most sensuous I have ever had. Her lips were so soft and inviting, I never wanted to stop; her taste was heavenly. We explored each other’s mouths until our breathing started to get out of control. I pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.

“As much as I’d love to get paid in advance, if we keep going, I know we’ll never get your paper done.” My pussy was on fire and I wanted so much to go on.

“I know,” she said with a cute little pout.

I held her stack of notes out at arms-length from her, and with a wicked smile I said, “So when can I expect payment?”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Dying to spent the night with you,” I said in anticipation.

“Then don’t plan to get any sleep.”

I moaned as she leaned in, kissing me hard. Her tongue was everywhere in my mouth.

We worked until two in the morning finishing her paper- much longer than it should have taken. That is because we spent more time kissing that composing. The next day, Tracy got an A+ on her paper, and that night she received another A+ for letting me eat the juiciest peach I had ever seen.

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