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    I live in a lakeside town on the coast of Michigan.  It's small

and pretty, often filled with visitors passing through or vacation-

ing--both winter and summer.  One of the most interesting places to

meet people is at Willhouse Inn, a bed-and-breakfast-like hotel with

a great restaurant and large, active lounge.

    Just this past summer I stopped there one evening after work. 

It was warm enough to get the urges flowing, but not so hot to be

oppressive.  After I'd sat down and my eyes had a chance to adjust

to the light, I noticed an attractive, nicely dressed blonde sitting

by herself near the window.  She was very inviting as she stared

dreamily at the lake and the gulls.

    I got up and moved close enough to her that we could talk

without seeming as if I was pushing myself on her.  After the usual

ice-breaking comments about the weather, the season and our

surroundings, she gradually opened up to conversation.  When we got

around to introductions, she told me her name was Connie.  

    "Pleased to meet you, Connie, I'm Samantha," I said with a smile

while extending my hand.

    As she reached out to me, I admired the outline of her braless

breasts showing through her thin blouse.  My boobs are pretty well

developed, but she had the best set of tits I've ever seen!  Their

shape and the high, proud way they hung excited me.  Her nipples

were erect, but I couldn't tell if she was chilled by the air

conditioning or if she had something else going on to stimulate

her.  Our conversation perhaps?  Me?

    I mentally compared our builds and idly wondered how well her

5"1' 105-pound frame might fit with my own.  I'm almost 5'6" and

weight 110 pounds, but I sure didn't see a problem!  Her cobalt blue

eyes danced with a certain fire when she talked.  I responded by

concentrating intently on her.  Her glance repeatedly returned to my

eyes and I could tell she was fascinated by the color, which, though

normally grey, were purple this night thanks to my contact lenses.

    As we sipped our drinks and talked, we talked about being

relaxed and feeling kind of sexy.  I probed a little and learned

that she wasn't into girl-girl stuff.  Damn!  She was so inviting,

too!  Instead, I suggested we find a couple of guys to fulfill our

NEEDS.  She liked that.

    The only problem was there was only one single guy around.  He

was pretty good looking, too.  I really wanted her, not him, but if

that's the way it was to be, I told her to go after him.  Since she

was afraid her husband would find out, I offered her the use of my

place.  She thought about that, looked at the guy and said, "Well,

thanks.  I'll do it!"  I drew her a map to my place on a napkin.  

She put it in her purse and winked at me.

      She moved close to the guy, and soon they were talking.  I

struck up a side conversation with the bartender but kept an eye on

Connie.  She was blocking his view so he didn't even see me.

    In about a half-hour they got up to leave.  I dashed out a side

door, and took a short-cut to my place so it looked as if I'd been

there for hours when they arrived.  I said I was Connie's roommate. 

I got Connie alone in the kitchen for a few minutes and told her

where the bedroom was.  I volunteered to stay in the kitchen until

she and Steve (that was his name) dropped out of sight.

    They had some preliminaries on the couch before finally going

into the bedroom, and I stayed out of sight.  I went back into the

living room, acutely aware of what was happening on the other side

of the door.  I couldn't be anything BUT aware because they couldn't

have disguised THOSE noises if they had tried: she was a screamer!

    I finally drifted off to sleep on the couch, which is very

comfortable and not punishment of any kind.  I've slept on it many

times and done lots of colorful things on it too!  

    Awakening around 3:30 in the morning after dreaming about Connie

and Steve in the bedroom, I was horny and ready.  I got up and

fumbled around in my dildo collection, selected one and took it

back to the couch with me.  The dream had made me wet, and the dildo

slid in up to the hilt with no trouble at all.  I gave it to myself

long and slow.

    About 4 a.m., Steve slipped quietly out of the bedroom.  It

looked as if he was going to take off without even a good-bye.  When

he passed me, I reached out and grabbed his sleeve.  He was startled

and kind of jerked at my touch.  By some accident the covers just

happened to fall off me!  There I was, his sleeve in one hand, and

a dildo in the other.  He gracefully picked up the blanket.  

    He wasn't fully dressed and I pulled off his underwear.  Then

we re-did the scene in the bedroom, only I got to scream.  He was

nice, but not repeatable.  He seemed more interested in hustling

his buns out instead of moving them for me!  He said he had to catch

a plane so he dressed, kissed me lightly and left.

    Still not satisfied despite the fucking I'd just had, I locked

the door after Steve and debated about what to do next.  I went

back to my "toy" drawer, took out a strap-on dildo and put it on. 

(This one is special to me because I had fastened a small strip

with tiny rubber fingers on it.  Certain kinds of action with it

can produce the most exquisite orgasms!)  With my "equipment" in

place, I walked into the bedroom.

    Connie was awake, but the dim light just faintly exposed my

lower body.  All Connie could see was my "hard-on."  Suddenly she

started to purr.

    "Who is it?" she cooed.

    Wordlessly, I slipped into bed and started feeling all over her

body.  I kept her at arm's length so she couldn't detect my curves. 

Certainly HER curves were turning me on!  I knelt between her legs

and slowly slid my tongue between her secret lips.  (Below the panty

line, I later discovered, she was a redhead!!)

    My hot oral work on her soon had her panting.  She loved it and

moved her hips in rhythm with my tongue motions.  She took my head

in her hands to guide me where she wanted me.  My hair is kind of

short so in the dark she couldn't tell that she was caressing a

woman.

    "Oh, I have to have more," she whispered.  "Slide your cock

into me.  Plunge it in deep!"

    I got up on my knees, positioned myself at her opening, and

mounted her.  I guided my "cock" where my mouth had been seconds

before.  She moaned with delight and reached up to rub my chest. 

Then she felt my tits and screamed.

    I was going crazy trying to calm her down.  I kept the fake

prick in her as I soothed her, but it seemed to be doing more harm

than good.  I finally pulled it out and took it off, talking quietly

to her as I did.  About 15 minutes later she had calmed down but

was still pretty well freaked.  She said she just wanted to go home,

and I felt like shit.

    That made me decide to lay low the following night, even though

the experience with Connie left me longing for pussy.  (I love guys

and I need them, but I love women, too.  Sometimes I need only what

a woman has to offer.)  I had just finished dinner and was watching

TV when the doorbell rang.

     I couldn't believe my eyes when I opened the door and there

stood Connie, fetchingly dressed in shorts and a halter top!  She

didn't leave much to the imagination, and I know my eyes must have

opened wide as I stared at her bare, well-shaped legs in full light.

     She smiled sweetly but stammered when she spoke.  "You've been

on my mind lately, and I wanted to come back and apologize for

running out the way I did last night."

     I was delighted and invited her in.  She brushed close when

she stepped inside, and desire laced through me.  I opened a bottle

of wine and we both sat down--chatting as we sipped.  She told me

that she and her husband had been having problems and that she

hadn't been fucked very well in a long time, even by Steve the night

before.

    "When I left here early this morning," Connie said, "I had the

most peculiar feeling.  It wasn't bad, in fact it was good, but it

sure was strange.  All day I thought about what happened with you,

and I repeatedly got hot.  When dusk arrived, the urge overpowered

me and I had to come back to see you.  I want to try it again, only

this time I want to participate!"

    My mind raced, and I could feel a delicious warmth erupt and

gradually spread through me.  I told her how beautiful she was and

how much I wanted her.  Our talk became hot and explicit.  When I

suggested we slowly undress each other, Connie immediately got up.

    "How about coming over here so I can get at you," she said.

    I stood and walked to her.  All I had on was a man's dress shirt

that hung to the middle of my thighs.  She immediately began opening

the shirt one button at a time.  Slowly, almost hypnotically, she

slid it off, exposing myself to her.  I loved the hungry look this

produced, and I seductively shifted my weight from one foot to the

other.  Still trance-like with her eyes half-closed, Connie caressed

me, stopping to focus on my nipples.  She still seemed shy and

didn't let her hands drift below my waist.

    Shaking myself back to reality, I said, "Connie, your touch is 

exciting, and you're really getting to me, but how about letting me

return the favor?"

    She smiled and slightly pushed out her inviting chest.  I melted

and kissed her lightly on the mouth.  When she didn't recoil from

it, I kissed her again--only deeper, longer, invading her soul.  I

massaged her breasts as we hugged.

    We both gasped when I finally broke loose and groped for her

halter.  I slyly tugged out the bottom edge.  Holding it out from

her body, my fingers slid underneath and danced across the nipples. 

Wanting more, I continued to move the halter upward.

    "Raise your arms above your head for me, OK?" I coaxed.

    She did and I popped the sliver of material over her head. 

Those gorgeous, now-liberated tits begged for attention, standing

out with both nipples puckered and firm.  I had to have them and

immediately took one in my mouth to gently squeeze and suck.  I

centered my attention on the nipple.  Connie held the breast in her

hand, steering it to where she wanted it most--first over my tongue,

then against the roof of my mouth, occasionally raking it lightly

against my teeth.

    I reached down and felt her crotch.  She was still wearing her

shorts, and I slithered my hand up underneath.  She had obviously

prepared to visit me because she was wearing no underpants.  I

probed my fingers into her bush and found she was dripping hot

liquid.

    Pulling myself off her breast, I paused to open her shorts and

lower them.  She deftly stepped out of them and stood before me,

naked, beautiful, and ready.  Her eyes smouldered, and she held one

breast up to her mouth and licked it all over.  As she offered me

this little show, she gradually spread her legs further and further

apart.  Her free hand disappeared into the wet down between her

legs.

    I wanted to be part of this so I gently replaced her hand with

my own.  She was drenched, and I wanted to suck her.  And she wanted

me to!

    "Please lick me, Samantha," she pleaded.  "My cunt is ready for

you.  Is yours ready for me?"

    "See for yourself," I offered, standing and moving her hand to

my own wet pussy.  

    Presenting myself to her searching hand, I maneuvered my fingers

past her swollen doors and into her love tunnel.  Fastened together

that way, we approached each other and kissed again with growing

passion.  Our mouths opened wide while our hands feverishly massaged

each other's mounds.  I sucked on her tongue as it glided far into

the back of my mouth.  Then we reversed and I "fucked" her mouth

with my tongue.

    Finally I stepped back, moved her to the couch, and had her sit

down on the back with her feet on the cushions.  She leaned against

the wall and spread her legs.  I knelt on the cushions and faced

her gaping snatch.  I was so hot I trembled at the sight.

    I kissed her cunt in the same open-mouthed way I had just kissed

her face.  My lips created a seal around her pussy lips so that I

could suck at the same time I tongued the sweetness overflowing

from inside her.  The sensation made her jerk.  I liked having her

twitch that way so I rolled her clit lewdly between my lips.  She

raised her hips to meet and then grind against me.

    As I ate her, I took her nipples in my hands and pinched them.

The nipples swelled even more.  I rolled them so that they were

covered by the other flesh of her breasts, and then I squeezed them

inside the "pocket" that this created.  She groaned in response.

    Finally she retreated slightly and said, "Please, Samantha, I

think I want to try it, too.  Let's go into the bedroom so we can

really get to each other.  But please be patient with me since I'm

a little unsure of myself."

    We uncoupled and went into the other room.  As she bent over to

pull down the bedspread, I leaned down, spread her cheeks from

behind and stabbed my tongue into her puckered anus.  She loved it,

but begged me to stop so she could get some too.  When I did, she

turned around, put her arms around me and pulled me down to the bed

on top of her.  Still holding on, she rolled over so she was on

top. 

    She was completely engrossed now.  She ran her fingers through

my hair and held my head in place as she repeatedly sucked my mouth

and gave me her tongue in return.  Our pelvises rubbed together,

and I could occasionally feel her clit against my own.  We were

locked in a deep, abandoned embrace.

    Connie's intensity was startling and incredibly arousing.  I

kept reaching higher plateaus of desire for her.  She shifted

slightly, and her left leg came to rest on my mound.  Her own love

spot pressed against my thigh.  I desperately wanted friction and

moved my clit against her.  The fucking motion translated to her,

and she humped my leg.  Her arms surrounded my head and her eager

fingers laced through my hair.  Breathing heavily, her kiss was

ablaze.  It may have been a new experience, but the sexual longing

overcame her and she surrendered completely.  Our arms and legs

became so intertwined that we were like one body.  I had to have

her.  Now!

     I repeated her earlier movement and rolled over so that she

was now beneath me.  Disentangling our arms, I ran my hands up and

down the insides of her thighs, pressing outward as I did so her

legs would be wide apart when I arrived at her "V."  Connie needed

little convincing.  She kept spreading her legs farther and farther

until they formed a straight line broken only by the dip into her

bush.  She was lithe and supple, her body well conditioned and

rippling slightly with muscle.

     Moving down and kneeling before her, I teased, "Tell me what

you want, Connie.  Tell me and I'll do it."  My breath was close

enough to her most sensitive spots that she trembled when it struck

her.

     "Please suck me like you did last night.  Let me feel your

soft, warm mouth on me.  And while you do it, let me worship you. 

Give me your wetness.  I can't wait any longer."

     I swung around and positioned my legs on either side of her

head.  I wanted first to overcome any lingering reservations she

might have.  I rested my elbows on the bed below her legs, gently

rolled back the hood of her clit and exposed its erect head, red,

hard and glistening with moisture.

     I shaped my mouth into an erotic oval, darted my tongue several

times against her clit, and then ringed it with a moist suction. 

She writhed and wrapped her arms around my legs, pulling slightly

at my own clit-hood so I would be as exposed to her as she was to

me.  I lowered my wet down close to her face.

    Connie sucked on either side of my bush, mouthing my groin

muscles.  I liked it a lot.  She repeatedly worked back and forth,

occasionally grazing my lips with her tongue.  My action was having

a delirious effect, and her hips developed a circular, rolling

movement.  In that moment, her mouth came to rest against my

opening.  She licked tentatively, not entirely sure how to proceed.

     I demonstrated on her, rhythmically tonguing her button. 

Taking the cue, she slipped her tongue between my pussy lips.  Her

hip movements stopped abruptly and she moved her hands in place

around my opening, spreading my lips far apart.  I loved the feeling

of having the INSIDE of my cunt exposed to her.  

     She extended her tongue farther and farther, then stopped and

held like that for a long moment, savoring the sensation.  Her

tongue started moving in and out of me, and I moved my hips in a

classic fucking motion.   A cat-like growl came from Connie as she

unexpectedly found my clit and focused on it.  In that instant she

lost her "virginity" to a woman, sucking me off and being sucked in

return.

     Our act was complete.  Our drenched mouths and wet cunts were

the perfect complement.  We fused together in this mouth-to-cunt/

cunt-to-mouth embrace, rolling together on the bed.  As we exchanged

positions that way, our mouths never lost their fusion.  First

Connie was on top, fucking and eating me at the same time.  Then I

replaced her in the top position to bury my face in her snatch while

receiving her.

     I gave her face a fast, hard fucking and fastened on her clit. 

It was bulging and erect, almost like a two-inch penis.  I didn't

know a clit could be this long and I rapidly moved my head up and

down, sucking her the way I'd blown guys.

    I paused for an instant and whispered, "Now, Connie, let's cum

NOWWW!!"

    Connie cried out and madly humped my face.  I held her down with

my hands and fucked her as hard as she fucked me.  My insides rolled

and a shot of the most delicious heat tore through me.

     Connie's cunt suddenly opened wide on its own.  I sank my lips

and tongue, even my nose, inside her gushing gash.  I was rewarded

by a series of strong contractions, and Connie bucked out of

control.  She jerked over and over.  The repeated tightening of her

sexual muscles catapulted me into orbit.  I let my orgasm go,

sitting slightly on Connie's face so she could thrust her tongue

inside me.

    "Oh, fuck me, Connie, fuck me with your tongue," I exclaimed

into her cumming cunt.  I drank deeply as she spun off into repeated

orgasms.

     When the intensity of our climaxes subsided a little, I started

playing with her ass.  It startled her and she said, "Oh, Samantha,

not there.  Oh, please not there.  Ohhhh, please, oh, oh, unhhhh!!"

     It seemed that the words didn't match the emotion behind them.

She didn't really want me to stop at all; in this case "stop" meant

"go a little faster"!  I ignored her pleas and continued working on

her ass.  I rubbed and massaged it, which was easy to do with all

the moisture that had leaked out.

    It apparently intrigued her enough that she pulled my lower

body down on her in such a way that she could reach my anus.  Her

hot breath made me contract slightly, and I jerked when her tongue

struck my sphincter.  She spread my ass checks and slowly worked

her tongue into me.  There we lay, our tongues implanted, paying

anal homage to each other.

    I had an idea, a way to make Connie's "deflowering" nearly

complete.  I slowly separated from her and said, "Roll over on your

stomach and crouch down with your ass in the air.  Then spread your

legs."

    She obediently did as I asked, displaying her lovely legs and

well-shaped ass.  I savored the view of her anus and the downy patch

that began there and stretched down to her mound.  I put my hands

on her cheeks and, with my thumbs, spread them to expose the small

pucker that I was about to assault.  I blew my breath against it

and enjoyed seeing her quiver in response.

    Bracing my elbows on her thighs, I leaned down and slowly licked

her anus.  Her sounds were gibberish, but I knew what pleasure she

was taking.  I reached between her legs, felt around to relocate her

clit, and snapped it back in forth.

    I needed more, and stopped briefly to move her right foot

slightly.  I settled on it so that my own clit could rub against

her heel and began humping.  I resumed my wanton tongue-rape of her

ass.  I soon found a rhythm and synchronized my tongue and my hand

with the rubbing I was getting from her foot.  She wiggled it,

adding to my gratification.

    I couldn't stand the intensity and lost myself to the building

orgasm.  I jerked her clit with one hand while tweaking and rubbing

one of her nipples with the other. She groaned, long and deep.  I

sucked her ass with my open mouth, occasionally shooting my tongue

in.  Connie unexpectedly shoved her ass even farther into me and I

realized I was about to lose it.

    I paused long enough in my frenzy to whisper anxiously, "You're

so gorgeous, Connie.  I'm going to cum because of you.  Let's cum

together--you with your ass full of my woman's tongue and my clit

being rubbed by your foot."

    The shriek that followed was so loud I thought the entire city

would hear her!  The abrasion against my clit finally did it and I

spilled over the edge, feeling my orgasm burst onto her foot.  Her

anus constricted around my tongue.  We hung for a long moment before

we were overwhelmed.

    The scene that followed was blissfully out of control.  We both

thrashed and moaned.  With the orgasm pounding through me, I

unsteadily backed off, rolled Connie over and spread her legs.  I

jammed my clit against hers and scissor-fucked her hard.  She held

her legs wide apart in complete surrender to our organs' mutual

stimulation.  My fucking motions were nearly involuntary as we wrung

the last spasms from each other.

     The slow descent from that pinnacle left us both trembling and

spent.  A warm glow washed over us, and we gradually relaxed.  I

got some warm wash cloths from the bathroom and bathed us both. 

When I was finished, I got back into bed with her.

     We softly, affectionately kissed and fondled each other.  Soon

we were asleep in each other's arms.  It had been a night to

remember--for both of us.



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