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Julie Allen was modelling lingerie for us, one winter's night in the girls' suite, with the wind blowing the snow around outside. She walked slowly back and forth, wearing a thin silk camisole on top, and just a garter belt and sheer black stockings below. Her ass swayed and jiggled tautly as she walked, her creamy thighs rubbed together just under the lovely thatch of dark blonde hair adorning her pussy.
She walked over to the couch and stood in front of me. Bending down, she put her mouth to mine and kissed me gently on the lips, and ran the fingers of one hand through my hair. I began to stroke her ass with my hands, and lick her soft lips with my tongue.
"Ah, Little Sister," said Pat from the rocking chair, where she sat brushing her hair and admiring Julie's body, "that little garter reminds me of a story." Julie turned around and sat next to me on the couch, casually resting one hand in my lap, where my cock had begun to throb under my pants. Pat's stories are always worth listening to.
"I had just come of age, and decided that I deserved a night out on the town. I had had my shots a few months before, but except for some experiments with a vibrator and some heavy petting with the local boys, I was practically a virgin."
"Ooh, this is a GOOD story," Julie whispered in my ear, gently stroking my erection, and moving closer to me.
"During the day, I went out shopping with Aunt Kate, who has a fine eye. Then that night, I got dressed to go out. I put on a tight top with no bra, red thong panties, and a new red garter belt. I slid into the expensive red silk stockings, and I remember a shiver going up my back; it was like having someone gently caressing every inch of my legs. I pulled on a short red skirt that barely covered my ass, and a black leather jacket. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked gorgeous and hot. And I did NOT look like a little girl who'd just turned legal. When I swished the skirt up so I could see the straps stretched across my skin, my own image in the mirror got me wet. It was perfect."
Julie sighed and put her head on my shoulder, squeezing my cock idly, and kissing my earlobe. I put one arm around her, and stroked the naked skin of her hip.
"I went to a popular rock club downtown. The music was loud, the crowd was thick, and the place smelled of bodies. I had a drink, cold and strong, and went out on the dance floor. As I started to move to the music, I felt eyes on me, both men and women. It was fantastic, being the object of lust for so many strangers. I saw that there were women dancing dressed in even less than I was; I slipped off the skirt and tossed it away, dancing in the heat wearing only the tight top, panties, garters, and stockings. As I moved into the thick of the crowd, I felt fingers and hands brushing against my ass and my tits, as people accidentally on purpose felt me up. God, I was wet."
Julie snuggled tighter against me, and I licked my lips. Pat's big breasts rose and fell as she became excited by her own story.
"Then somebody grabbed me very impolitely. Some guy, handsome in a made-up way, with blonde hair and a drunken stagger. He put his arms around me and started trying to put his tongue in my mouth, while one hand slid between the cheeks of my ass. This was NOT what I wanted."
"I tried to push him away. 'Hey, mister,' I yelled, 'I think you've got the wrong girl!' But he kept licking at my face, and touching my bare skin. 'C'mon, baby, le's dance.' He had bad breath, like mouthwash over beer. I tried again to push him away, and then suddenly he rose up slightly in the air, and floated away from me. This beautiful deep voice, like a mountain avalanche, said 'I don't think the lady wants to dance,' and then he disappeared."
On the rocking chair, Pat was beginning to stroke herself, her head back and her eyes closed as she talked. Julie and I were silent on the couch, so as not to miss a word. My cock throbbed under Julie's motionless hand.
"He was big and brown and beautiful, with deep brown eyes and that incredible voice. I put my arms around his neck, and felt the muscles of his chest and stomach against my breasts. 'I'll dance with YOU,' I said. 'I'd be glad to, little lady,' he rumbled, and we swayed to the music there on the floor. Hands still brushed against my ass, but I was lost in the feel of him, the smell of him. I rubbed myself against him as we danced, twining one leg around him and pressing softly with my pussy. I could feel his erection starting against my thigh."
"At the end of the slow number, I raised my face to him and we kissed. I opened my lips and ran my tongue over his teeth. His tongue came into my mouth, gently and politely at first, but then thrusting urgently as I pressed and rubbed my body against him, my pussy against his dick. I wanted him so much..."
Pat now had one hand under her terrycloth shorts, and was running her fingers up and down over herself. Her breathing was becoming deeper and more intense. Julie squirmed on the couch, and I drew her into my lap. The pressure of her naked ass on my cock through my pants was sweet and terrible. I kissed her shoulder lightly.
"After we kissed, he tried to pull away, but I held him. 'I'm not sure,' he began, but I stopped him. 'I am,' I whispered hotly in his ear, 'where can we go?' He swallowed hard, the muscles of his neck flowing. Then he pulled me gently toward the back of the club, taking a key from his pocket. He unlocked a door, and we slipped in. It was a medium-sized room, with two low couches, almost like beds. It was dim and hot. I put my arms around his neck again and kissed him with my whole soul. He shuddered with desire, and stepped back. I reached out and undid his pants, sliding his clothes down over his big solid thighs. His cock was long and thick and erect. Fascinated, I took the head in my mouth. It was like sucking on a hot living animal, smooth and dark and full of love. He gasped and drew me up to him. 'No need for that, honey,' he said, and picking me up gently he lay me down on one of the couches. He slipped out of the rest of his clothes, and quickly removed my garters and panties. I was wetter than I'd ever been; the taste of his cock was still in my mouth. I thought I might faint with desire."
Without thinking, I'd slipped my hand between Julie's thighs as Pat talked and masturbated. Now Julie moaned softly and spread her legs, so my fingers could reach her swollen clit. I stroked and caressed her, my hands glorying in the feel of her flesh, as Pat went on.
"He entered me slowly and gently, although I ached to have him plunging deep into me. He gasped as I took his long shaft into myself; I think he was surprised that I was so tight. I'd never had anything so thick, so throbbing and alive, inside me, and I think I started to come with his first gentle thrust. All I remember after that is the sweet painful feeling of his huge cock moving in and out of me, my moans and screams and his deep groans. Although I'd never been fucked like this before, my body knew what to do, and I rocked and twisted my hips in his rhythm as he went in and out and in and out."
Pat opened her eyes for a moment, and grinned at Julie and me, panting and petting on the couch. "Anyway, eventually he came as I was on my third or fourth orgasm, and the hot rush of cum inside me was too much to take. I died, or fainted, or something, because the next thing I remember is the feel of his lips on my face, and his sweet deep voice whispering sadly 'I've got to go, baby; will you be OK?' I sat up and said 'You've done all the protecting I need tonight,' and I kissed him gently on the neck, 'thanks...' He got quickly into his clothes and went out. I sat on the couch for a little while, touching myself and remembering the feel of his body, licking the taste of his cum from my fingers after I'd touched my pussy. It was amazing."
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