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cold lemonade, I watched her as she worked and I mulled over in my
mind all that she had told me about her so called “marriage” and what
had transpired between the two of them over the past several years and
my heart went out to this little waif. Cute little waif, but a waif,
none-the-less and one that certainly didn’t deserve such treatment by
any man. Upon finishing with the washing, she hung them up to dry and
then came skipping [yep, skipping] back to the kitchen. She was just
like a little kid, but a grown up little kid. She grabbed me and
hugged hard, kissing me on the mouth and said, “I’m glad God sent you
to me. You make me so happy. Can you stay for awhile?” l yes
I would stay for awhile. I had nothing better to do.

I couldn’t really see much of Tiffany’s sister’s body. All I could see
were her rather shapely legs which were still shaking from her recent orgasm,
and her hands running up and down Tiffany’s ass. Tiffany’s sister finally
pushed Tiffany’s dripping pussy off her face and asked, “So when’s this
boyfriend of yours getting here? I could really use a cock in me!” As she
said this, Tiffany removed my cock from her mouth and with her free hand pointed
to her sister’s sopping hole. I aimed my cock and waited for the signal to
plunge in. Tiffany slammed her cunt back onto her sister’s face and said, “As
you speak Jill!” With that, I shoved my cock in there and Jill gave a
scream of pleasure and surprise which was making it impossible for me to hold
my load. She wrapped her legs around my ass and Tiffany sat up but still kept
her snatch on Jill’s eagerly lapping mouth. As Tiffany sat up I started
to take in the details of Jill’s body. She had bigger tits than Tiffany and
had a completely flat stomach. She had long brown hair and was just as vocal
as Tiffany if not more.

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“Hey babe, want to dance?” he asked, in a melancholy voice.

“Sure, why not?” she said.

So they began to dance. She wasn’t a great dancer. She just
kind of kept shaking her arms and legs the same way, over and
over again. After a while, he felt the way you feel after you’ve
seen the same commercial too many times, that feeling of “Oh, I
know what is going to happen next, but my brain is too dead to
care.” Ho hum, he thought. But he knew that you had to dance at
least three dances with a woman before you could seduce her, so
he tolerated it.

The second dance was even more boring than the first. The music
switched from rock to reggae, but her dancing hardly changed at
all. He started counting beer cups in people hands, while he
danced, just for something to do. He had counted 112 by the time
the dance ended. “Great, only one more dance to go, he thought.”

The next dance was a slow dance. A lot of parties never put on
slow dances, but this one did, and Jack was very happy, because
he didn’t think he could take a third fast dance with her monotonous rhythm.

He looked at her, when the slow music started, wondering if she
was ready for slow dancing. She had that same look in her eyes
that he had seen hundreds of times before, that look that says
“Go ahead, put your arms around me and start dancing. Have I got
something better to do?” So he did. And her rhythm was definitely different this time, finally. Now, she basically just
stood there, kind of wobbling back and forth a little. And now
he realized how much he hated slow songs, because they just went
on, and on. It was a slow love song, just like so many love
songs he had heard before. This one was worse than many, however, because it was one of the ones that was currently getting too
much play on the radio.

Finally, the song ended, and, holding her hand, he led her off
the dance floor. He tried to think of a clever line, but then
decided he didn’t need one. “Hey, what’s your name?” he asked.

“I’m Jill,” she said.

“Yah, and I’m Jack.” They would have laughed, but both of them
had heard so many Jack and Jill jokes in their lives, that neither even found this real life coincidence at all funny.

‘So, I bet now he’s going to ask me to go for a walk with him.
Why do guys always use the same lines?’ she thought to herself.

“So, Jill, want to go for a walk? It’s a beautiful evening.”

‘Well,’ she thought, ‘at least a walk will be more fun than this
party. I wonder why all parties seem alike? The only thing
which wasn’t totally average about this party was the slow dance,
and I don’t even like to slow dance.’ “Sure,” she said, “where
are we going to walk to? Your place, I suppose, right?” She’d
been asked on too many walks not to already know the destination.

“Yah,” he said.

Now that she was pretty sure he wanted to seduce her, she decided
to appraise him. 5′ 9″, brown hair, brown eyes, not particularly
athletic or well dressed; but no body odor, no zits, and his hair
was combed. She would take what she could get. “Let’s go.”

The walk to Jack’s place was too long. The party had been at one
of the river houses, but both Jack and Jill lived in the Quad,
away from the main campus. They had gone up to the river houses
because, as usual, the quad was dead that weekend: only one
party, and it was lame. They walked up Garden Street, back to
Currier House. It was a walk both of them took every day, at
least twice a day, and both of them found it pretty wearying by
now. They went through the standard conversation about majors,
year of graduation, etc. but neither was really paying attention; they had asked and answered the questions so many times
before.

When they got back to Jack’s room, Jill was not very impressed.
Currier was one of the newer, more modern dormitories, and all of
the rooms were pretty similar. Jack had not done much to distinguish his.

“So,” Jill said, “how do you usually seduce women?” She was
feeling very direct.

“Usually, I try something with backrubs, but the last ten women
I’ve seduced, I’ve given backrubs, and I’m tired of it. What do
guys usually try on you?”

“They usually ask me if I want a backrub,” she said.

There was what would have been an awkward pause, if either of
them had really cared. Jack tried to think of something more
interesting than a back rub. He considered nude twister, but
wasn’t quite sure how someone would go about playing that exactly, without a third person to spin the spinner. He thought about
getting out his copy of the 5000 question purity test, but found
himself falling asleep at just the thought.

Finally, he said “Want a back rub?”

“Sure,” she said, lying down on his bed.

Slowly, he massaged her back, through her shirt. After about ten
minutes, her shirt started to ride up, intentionally, and he
began to actually massage her skin directly. Eventually, he
began massaging around her bra strap, and then clumsily unsnapped
it.

‘Thank God,’ she thought. It was taking forever. He gave an
average backrub, but she had never really been into back rubs
anyway. Eventually, his hands went lower and lower, and he was
touching the sides of her breasts, and then the front, and then
the nipples. ‘Pretty predictable,’ she thought.

Finally, she turned over, and they began kissing, and undressing.
She had a mediocre body, too much flab, but so did he. Neither
of them became particularly passionate, but both found the caressing vaguely enjoyable.

Slowly, his hand worked its way down to her vagina, and it was,
of course, slightly moist. He fingered her and sucked her tits
for a few minutes. Then, foreplay out of the way, he put on a
condom, and they had sex in the missionary position. He wasn’t
very good, not giving enough clitoral stimulation. She decided
to just lie back, and think of England. She had never been
there, so there wasn’t very much to think about, but it was more
interesting than the half hearted attempts of Jack, lying on top
of her. Eventually, Jack sped up his pumping. Faster and faster. ‘Great,’ she thought, ‘he’s almost finished.’ When he came,
spurting into the condom for a few seconds, she faked her orgasm.
He wasn’t fooled by her faking, but he didn’t really care.

I raised and crossed the hazy room once more. I pulled back
the covers and slid into bed and fell into a deep slumber.

The storm had ended…inside and out.

I raised and crossed the hazy room once more. I pulled back
the covers and slid into bed and fell into a deep slumber.

The storm had ended…inside and out.

My whole body began to contract and my movements were tense.
Sensations rippled through my body in immense waves as I
plunged my fingers deep into my vagina and massaged my
clitoris with extreme pressure. My juices gushed onto my
fingers and hands in colossal volume. I continued gliding
my fingers in and out, steadily decreasing speed and force.
I felt total release as if all was drained from within me,
my body contracted once more dropping me to the floor.

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I abandoned my thoughts and moved my hands down to my
vagina, curiously watching the mirror to see what I would do
next. I glided a finger to the opening of my tunnel and
felt my warm juices oozing. I slid my finger inside me and
began to explore the inner walls of my pleasure center.
I entered another finger and watched myself glide them in
and out, in and out.

I watched enthralled as I raised hands to my breasts, again
with my thumb and fore-finger, I rolled the nipples, they
tingled with extraordinary pleasure. I pulled them outward
and increased the applied pressure, I raised them upward and
exposed the ivory skin beneath. I pulled and tugged at them
until I could stand no more. I placed both hands onto them
and began to squeeze and massage all of their area.

I saw myself as a glorious vision of loveliness as I began
my decent to the carpet. Now on my hands and knees, I
turned sideways seeing my breasts hang down, greeting their
new environment with utter elegance and grace. I raised my
feet above my buttocks, supported only by my hands and
knees. I lowered my bosom enabling me to massage them on the
soft, yet scruffy carpet.

I looked down to see the wisps of golden hair that was no
longer compressed by the panties. I watched in the mirror
as I guided my fingers, gently placing them over my vagina,
the warmth comforted me as my forefinger slipped down to
where my vaginal lips began to part. I felt the moistness
that I had anticipated, the heady sensations that arose
intoxicated me, and my legs began to quiver with bliss.

I began to feel my sexuality as the sweet fragrance of my
own flesh rose and hung in the heavy air. As I closed my
eyes, I saw my delicate body and envisioned it wrapped
lightly in silk. I placed the palms of my hands on my
nipples, and began circular motions as I felt the imaginary
fabric caressing them to their full alertness. I gazed
again into the mirror, as I guided a hand to my panties, I
felt the texture of the satin ribbon daintily tied in bows
against my hips.

I retreated to my bedroom as the thunder roared. It was
illuminated only by the misty haze that hung in the spring
air. I slipped out of my sweats and went across the room to
toss them into the hamper. I began to re-trace my steps, as
I caught my image in my mirror. I stopped, looking
curiously for a moment. The hazy light made my fair skin
seem luxurious. My blonde hair, pulled up, had taken on an
ash tone, and my oval face was highlighted by my full blush
lips and deep grey eyes.

One of the things I love doing best is masturbating….it doesn’t take much to
get me aroused…..and when I am, my juices start to flow and I get that very
familiar clutching feeling in my belly that tells me I MUST do something to
take care of my needs….NOW!!! Well…I am not always in the position to do
anything with a partner..hence my dependence on masturbation. Until now, my
technique was pretty basic..but effective….one finger on my clit…the other
hand cupping my pussy mound..and the whole thing done while lying in a prone
position to increase the pressure on my groin area…. There was always one
problem though….I like….no…I LOVE the idea and sensation of being
FILLED…really filled by something…(can you all guess??) Sometimes I would
slip a finger or two or three in my dripping cunt and fill myself that
way…but it too lacked a certain something… Well…another thing I like
very much is the idea of being WATCHED when I masturbate by someone who really
cares about me…..and so….these two ideas sort of came together…and
well….as I am a good girl, and like to do what I am told….I was requested
to go out and obtain a dildo so that I could improve my masturbation
technique..and do other things best left to the imagination.

Then think about me. She is my fantasy gal. I know she is like mother to me. But
couldn’t resist my Instincts and always I was dreaming about her. To tell you the
truth I was dying to have sex with her but always scared and think about the
relationship between us. Most of my masturbation sessions in the bathroom that
time were thinking about her only. I was just waiting for the right time and
opportunity to have sex her. I was getting excited just by seeing her. Believe me she
is so sexy and her body is well shaped.