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  Angie straddled Rachel in a sixty-nine and lowered her head between Rachel’s legs. Rachel pulled Angie to her, sliding her tongue through the opening of Angie’s panties and between the smooth-shaven lips of her pussy.

  The room was filled with the combined sounds of seven women giving one another pleasure. Soft moans and sighs, the occasional squeal, and lots of gasping and panting. If there had been any second thoughts among them, those thoughts had given way to wild abandon.

  “Oh shit,” Michelle said, tangling her fingers in Casey’s hair as Casey brought her to the brink of orgasm and then took her over the edge.

  Casey lifted her head from between Michelle’s legs. Her cheeks glistened with Michelle’s pussy juices. She watched Michelle’s face as she slid a couple of fingers into her pussy and began to fuck her with them.

  “For somebody who’s never eaten pussy, you sure know what the hell you’re doing,” Michelle said. “Now let me return the favor.”

  By now Margo, Liz, and Heather had joined the others on the floor. All seven of the girls gathered together in a big grope fest, tongues and fingers working on the nearest pussy, mouths sucking the closest nipple.

  Angie licked both ends of the two-headed dildo, then lay sideways, scissoring Rachel with her legs. They rubbed against each other for a little bit, then Angie inserted one end of the dildo into Rachel and the other into her own pussy.

  “Oh, fuck,” Angie groaned.

  The soft red curls of Rachel’s pussy separated as the dildo pressed into her. The lips of her coral-pink vulva blossomed and the dildo slid effortlessly inside her. Angie rocked her hips gently as she worked her pussy further down on the dildo, inching her way closer to Rachel. She reached over and began rubbing Rachel’s clit with her thumb.

  “Oh yeah,” Rachel gasped. “Oh, shit…”

  Michelle leaned down and started kissing Rachel. Casey was on her knees beside Michelle, pushing a chrome vibrator in and out of her pussy. Margo crawled over occupied herself by spreading Casey’s ass and licking her asshole.

  “Check this out,” Heather said, snatching up a bottle of champagne.

  She tipped the bottle and poured some of the bubbly liquid over Liz’s pussy. Liz couldn’t resist a quick giggle. “It’s cold,” she said.

  “Gimme,” Casey said.

  Heather handed Casey the bottle, then she went down on Liz, licking and probing her pussy with fingers and tongue, lapping up the sweat mixture of champagne and pussy juice.

  Casey poured champagne between Michelle’s ass cheeks. It dribbled down her crack and over her pussy. Casey pushed the vibrator in and out of Michelle a couple more times, then she removed it and used her tongue, teasing around the outer perimeter of Michelle’s taut, wrinkled asshole and then working her way down to push it into Michelle’s pussy.

  Heather continued using her tongue on Liz. alternately pushing it inside her, then dragging it along the length of Liz’s pink folds until she reached her clitoris.

  “You’re making me come,” Liz said, placing one hand on the back of Heather’s head just in case Heather decided to pull away prematurely.

  More moaning and groaning filled the room. Angie and Rachel each had taken about half of the double-dong into their pussies, and they were now mashing their clits together around it, thrashing their hips as they began to climax.

  Margo appeared beside Angie and Rachel, watching as their pussies bumped together. She reached out to massage one of Angie’s tits while she fingered her own pussy. When Rachel and Angie finally stopped thrashing against one another, Margo removed the dildo and leaned down to lick Rachel’s pussy first, and then she moved over to Angie’s pussy.

  “Easy,” Angie said, jerking her hips slightly as Margo’s tongue teased her clit. “I get sensitive right after…”

  Heather and Liz were finished for the moment. They sat side by side, both flushed and out of breath.

  Michelle started moaning and then cried out sharply as Casey, who was once again using the vibrator on Michelle’s slick pussy, made Michelle come.

  “Any more to drink?” Margo asked.

  She found two champagne bottles, both empty.

  “Here’s a full one,” Liz said, taking a bottle from the table.

  Heather tossed her the corkscrew and she opened it. Thick foam bubbled from the bottle and ran down the sides, dribbling over Liz’s fingers.

  “Now that’s symbolism,” Angie said, scooting closer to Liz.

  “Where’s my glass?” Liz asked.

  “I don’t think we need to worry about glasses,” Angie said. “If any of us have germs, we’ve already thoroughly shared them. Give me a drink.”

  Liz tipped the bottle and took a swig of the bubbly before handing it to Angie.

  “Hey, an orgy,” Margo said. She was watching the porn movie’s big finale.

  The same blonde who’d been in all the scenes was in this one too, now joined by an Asian girl with grapefruit-size tits, a light-skinned black girl, and a tall, slender brunette. Two lucky men were doing their best to service the girls.

  “That girl has to be worn out,” Heather said.

  “You’re telling me,” Casey said, heading over to look through some of the assorted toys Heather had laid out.

  “I’m not sure I could enjoy fucking if I had to do it like that, you know, as a job,” Michelle said.

  “I could,” Angie said.

  Casey picked up a long red jelly dildo. “Who wants to play?” she said.

  “Over here,” Angie said.

  Casey carried the dildo over and kneeled beside Angie. She put the tip of it in her mouth to get it wet.

  “Wait… try some of this,” Heather said. She grabbed a tube of lubricant. “It’s fruity flavored.”

  “Great, just what I’ve always wanted,” Casey said. “Fruity-flavored pussy.”

  Heather laughed. “Just try it. It’s really good.”

  Casey opened the tube, gave it a quick sniff, then squeezed some over the head of the dildo. Angie lay back on the floor with her knees bent and wide apart. Casey rubbed the bulbous tip of the dildo up and down between the lips of her pussy and very slowly began working it into her.

  The rest of the girls gathered around to watch.

  Casey worked half of the dildo into Angie’s pussy and bent down to lick Angie’s clit as she started pushing and twisting the dildo inside Angie, going a little deeper with it each time she pushed in.

  Margo moved up beside Angie and took one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking hard on it. Michelle went to work on her other nipple, circling it with her tongue a few times before drawing it into her mouth.

  Heather and Rachel kissed. Liz moved up behind Rachel and reached between her legs to stroke her pussy. Heather kissed Rachel’s tits, licked around her nipples, and then moved down to kiss the mound of her pussy.

  “Wait…” Rachel said.

  She stretched out on the floor. Heather and Liz took up positions, one on either side of Rachel, and started sucking and licking her nipples, occasionally stopping to kiss each other before going back to Rachel’s tiny, hard nipples.

  Heather started down first, and Liz followed her lead. They took turns licking her navel before finally converging on her pussy, attacking her clit simultaneously with quick pink tongues. Their combined efforts had Rachel moaning in no time.

  Angie’s legs were high in the air, feet wide apart. She propped herself on her elbows to watch as Casey sucked her pussy and pushed the jelly dong in and out.

  “You’re good at that,” she said.

  Margo lifted her mouth from Angie’s tit and leaned up to kiss Angie, then she moved down to take Casey’s place. As Margo bent down to lick Angie’s pussy and work the dildo into her pussy, Casey got behind Margo and pressed her hands against Margo’s ass, squeezing the soft cheeks as she pulled them apart.

  Margo shifted her bottom slightly and moaned into Angie’s pussy.

  Casey dragged her tongue between Margo’s plump pus
sy lips, pressing aside the slick red folds of her vulva and pushing the tip of her tongue into Margo’s wet entrance. Margo pressed back against Casey and shifted her ass again, settling herself on Casey’s tongue.

  “Let me eat you,” Angie said to Michelle.

  Casey stopped eating Margo long enough to get a strap-on cock. It was a latex model with a leather harness. She fixed it to her waist and took Margo by the hips, guiding the latex cock into Margo’s pussy, and then she began to fuck Margo.

  Michelle lay back on the floor, scooting her bottom as close to Angie as she could get. Angie had to twist her upper body to comfortably reach Michelle. She slid two fingers into her pussy and pressed her thumb down on her clit, applying circular pressure with her thumb as she pushed her fingers in and out of Michelle’s slick pussy.

  For a long time the room was filled with soft moans and gasping, the wet sounds of licking and sucking, and intermittent squeals of delight as one after the other of the women found pleasure.

  Another round of orgasms and more champagne.

  “I’m not so sure I wanna go home to my husband after all this,” Liz said.

  “You’re telling me,” Casey agreed. “I might just turn lesbian all the way.”

  “I should’ve stuck with it in college.”

  A couple of the girls giggled.

  “You should’ve majored in pussy eating, huh?” Margo said.

  “You’re terrible,” Heather said.

  More laughing. They were having the time of their lives. Heather went into the kitchen and came back with two more bottles of champagne.

  “Last two,” she said.

  She handed a bottle to one of the other girls and popped the cork on the other bottle, licking up some of the foam that spilled down its side.

  “This reminds me of sleepovers when I was a little girl,” Rachel said. “Except for the sex, I mean.”

  “We really should do this more often,” Liz said. “Hell yes,” Angie added.

  “Well, it’s not over yet,” Heather said. “Let’s play Twister naked.”

  Everybody thought it was a good idea, and after passing around the last of the champagne, they climbed into a naked pile on the Twister mat and began to tie themselves into a sweet, sexy knot…

  Bumping Monkeys

  Traci and Caitlyn ended up at the Pink Palace, a lesbian bar known for great dancing. They picked the bar because they wanted to be able to dance and drink without having to fend off a bunch of drunk guys while they were trying to have a good time. They made a pact before they went into the club to pretend to be lovers, that way they wouldn’t have to worry about being hit on by a bunch of lesbians either.

  It seemed like a good plan.

  They attracted lots of attention as soon as they walked through the door. Both were blonde, each was cute in a girl-next-door sort of way. Traci was skinny, with small boobs and dark blonde hair. Caitlyn, by contrast, had longer hair, a little more blonde than Traci’s, a fuller figure, and huge boobs.

  They made their way to the bar, ordered drinks, and went in search of a table. The place was packed with a wide range of women, some obviously dykes, others more feminine and very pretty.

  They found a corner table and sat down to enjoy their drinks. It wasn’t long before a dyke approached them. She wore torn jeans and a T-shirt that read I clean carpets.

  “Wanna dance?” she asked Caitlyn.

  “We’re together,” Caitlyn said, nodding at Traci.

  “Oh, cool, sorry,” the dyke said, turning away with a shrug, making her way back across the dance floor.

  “See how well that works,” Caitlyn said.

  Traci lit a cigarette. “Want one?”

  She held the pack across the table. Caitlyn took one. She’d quit smoking a long time ago, but she still did it when she drank. It was the only time cigarettes tasted good to her.

  They finished their drinks and went to dance. The first couple of songs were fast. They faced one another on the dance floor, bumping and grinding to the music, shaking their asses, and having a good time.

  A slow song came on. Some of the women on the dance floor coupled up, their bodies pressed together, grinding and kissing as they danced to the music.

  Traci and Caitlyn went for another round of drinks. The dyke from earlier joined them. She offered to buy both of them drinks. They declined, not wanting to give her the impression they were open to anything kinky.

  “I don’t believe you two are together,” the dyke said, taking a drink of her beer.

  “Sure we are,” Caitlyn insisted.

  “You haven’t touched each other since you came in.”

  “We’re just not affectionate in public,” Traci said defensively.

  “Bullshit,” the dyke responded. “I can spot a couple of straight chicks a mile away.”

  “Whatever,” Caitlyn said, turning her back to the dyke.

  “So prove it,” the dyke said. “Kiss her.”

  Caitlyn turned around again, ready to knock her on her ass. “You know what, bi-”

  Traci grabbed Caitlyn by her shoulders and spun her around, kissing her before Caitlyn knew what was happening. Caitlyn surprised herself by opening her mouth to let Traci’s tongue slip inside.

  The kiss was hot enough to convince the dyke she was wrong about them.

  “My bad,” she said, once again going off to another part of the bar, presumably to harass somebody else.

  “What the hell was that?” Caitlyn asked when the dyke was out of earshot.

  “You were about to start a fight in a lesbian bar,” Traci said. “How else was I supposed to stop you?”

  “You didn’t need to stop me. I could’ve kicked her ass,” Caitlyn said.

  “And then we’d have a bar full of dykes on us. No thanks.”

  Caitlyn picked up her drink, looking at Traci over the rim of the glass as she sipped it.

  “What?” Traci asked innocently.

  “That kiss,” Caitlyn said.

  “What about it?”

  “Pretty hot shit.”

  “Oh.”

  Traci blushed.

  They finished their second round of drinks and went back to the dance floor. The first song was fast. The next was slow. Traci started to leave the dance floor.

  “Wait,” Caitlyn said.

  Traci turned and looked at her.

  “Let’s slow dance.”

  “Really?” Traci asked.

  “Sure, why not?” Caitlyn said. “We’ve already made out.”

  She held her arms out, palms up. Traci took hold of her hands. Caitlyn pulled her close. They slipped their arms around each other and began to sway to the sensuous music, their bodies pressed together, the two of them looking into each other’s eyes.

  Then they kissed for the second time that night. A hot, passionate kiss, tongues dancing together and darting into each other’s mouth. It was a kiss that seemed as if it would never end-a kiss that left them both flush with excitement.

  They had one more drink before they left.

  “Where to?” Caitlyn asked, starting the car.

  “Um… I don’t know,” Traci replied with uncertainty in her voice. “Not home.”

  She smiled.

  Caitlyn smiled back.

  “No, not home,” Caitlyn agreed.

  They stopped at a grocery store, bought two bottles of wine, and got a motel room. They were only half way through the first bottle of wine when they started making out, peeling off their clothes a little at a time, until both of them wore nothing but panties.

  They finished the first bottle of wine, which, in conjunction with the drinks they’d had earlier at the Pink Palace, had them feeling pretty good.

  They fell back on the bed, facing one another. Traci draped one leg over Caitlyn and they kissed.

  Caitlyn reached down and rubbed Traci’s pussy through her damp panties.

  “Ummm,” Traci moaned into Caitlyn’s mouth.

  Caitlyn slipped a finger unde
r the elastic of Traci’s panties and stuck it into her warm, wet cunt. Traci moaned as Caitlyn’s finger slid deep inside her, probing, wiggling around…

  “Ohhhh, yeahhh… I like that,” she said.

  “You like that?”

  “Yeah, nice.”

  Caitlyn withdrew her finger and got up on her knees, removing her panties, tossing them over the side of the bed. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of Traci’s panties and tugged them down.

  Traci pulled her knees back and opened them wide, exposing the slick pink folds of her vulva. She ran her hand over her mound and cupped her pussy, inserting a slender finger inside herself.

  “I’m so wet,” she said.

  Caitlyn put her head between Traci’s legs and slid her hands under her bottom. She pressed her mouth to Traci’s pussy, licking the opening, running her tongue between her outer lips and over her slick, pink vulva.

  She caught Traci’s clit between her lips and nibbled, working her tongue against the smooth surface, back and forth and in tiny circles. She drew it into her mouth, sucking gently, teasing it until Traci was moving beneath her, slowly pumping her hips, rubbing her pussy hard against Caitlyn’s mouth.

  “Oh, God… shit, that feels good.”

  Caitlyn watched Traci’s face over the mound of her pussy, gauging her reaction to various techniques. Caitlyn had no idea what she was doing, but she knew what she liked done to her, and those were the things she did to Traci.

  Traci arched her back, thrusting her pussy at Caitlyn, moaning as she felt the first waves of her orgasm. She grabbed the back of Caitlyn’s head with two hands, tangling her fingers in her hair, screaming with pleasure as her climax reached its peak.

  She fell away from Caitlyn when it was over, her chest rising and falling unsteadily as she fought to recover from the intensity of her orgasm.

  “God, you’re good at that,” she said.

  “Thank you,” Caitlyn said.

  “My turn,” Traci told her.

  They switched places.

  Traci went down on Caitlyn, holding her plump outer lips apart as she slid her tongue into Caitlyn’s pussy. She pushed her tongue deep inside Caitlyn and wiggled it around, then she pulled it out and flicked it over her clit.