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BEGIN -- Cut Here -- cut here This story is a work of complete fiction. It is the product of the author's overactive imagination and any resemblance to person's living, dead or otherwise, is purely coincidental. It contains adult material and is not to be viewed by minors.
God am I lucky!
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning:
I powered up my PC at the office this morning and retrieved my e-mail from the internet. I was pleasantly surprised to find a new letter from my "pornpal" Penny.
Penny turned 18 a few months ago and is a Senior in high school. She is blonde, 5'8", a little on the thin side (according to her), smallish breasts (34B) with nipples that would spring to life at the slightest provocation.
She told me that her pussy lips were unusually large and that she keeps her pussy shaved almost bald; just a small tuft of golden blonde hair above her clit.
By her own admission, she LOVES sex; any kind, anywhere with either gender!
Though we've never met and have not even exchanged pictures, I have a vivid image of her in my imagination. I often call up that image and keep it in front of me as I read her notes.
We've been writing hot letters back and forth for a month or so now. Each one getting more and more explicit and erotic. She tells me of her sexual adventures and I tell her my fantasies (having considerably fewer adventures than she does).
As I read her letters (usually at home or after hours), I always masturbate, imagining myself watching her in person.
Today I got what, for me, was the hottest letter yet. Penny told me of her first lesbian experience.
She was showering after gym with the rest of the girls in her class, admiring their hard bodies, imagining what this one would feel like or what that one would taste like.
She was getting hornier than usual, she said, when she noticed that Vicki (a hot black chick that she wrote about many times) was standing across the shower, staring at her shaved pussy and large lips.
Since no one but Vicki could see her, Penny decided to put on a show. She spread her legs and squatted down so her labia dangled in the shower like the wings of a pink butterfly. She looked Vicki straight in the eye and started playing with herself.
First she pulled on her pussy lips, spreading them apart.
Her clit started to harden in anticipation and stuck it's head out of it's satin sheath. She gently stroked it as she pulled on her nipples. As her juices started to flow, Penny slid first one, then two fingers deep into her pussy and fingered herself into a tremendous orgasm. An orgasm made better knowing that she was being watched.
Penny opened her eyes and saw Vicki grinding her pelvis against the hand rail of her shower stall. She was tugging on her large tits and her eyes were glazed.
Realizing that the locker room was quiet. Penny looked around the shower and discovered that she and Vicki were alone. She walked over to Vicki's stall and attached her mouth to Vicki's right tit. As she inhaled a mocha nipple, her hand slid down to the black girl's pussy.
Vicki's pussy was covered in course black hair that tickled Penny's palm, but parted like it had a will of it's own as Penny's finger slid into Vicki's erotic core.
Vicki bit her lip to stifle her moans when Penny grabbed her clit between her thumb and middle finger and began to squeeze. Gently at first, Penny increased the pressure and started to twist ever so slowly.
Penny lowered herself to her knees and started kissing Vicki's pink clit. From this new position, she had a straight shot with her fingers into that slippery hole between her new friend's legs. She slid three fingers into Vicki's sopping wet box, all the while licking the end of that hard little clit.
Vicki suddenly grabbed Penny's head and smashed it into her cunt, and tried to smother the scream of her orgasm.
She almost succeeded!
As Vicki's vaginal muscles started to relax around Penny's hand, the gym teacher was calling out, asking what was wrong. Was anyone hurt?
Penny just had time to get to her feet as the teacher walked in.
Penny told the teacher that Vicki had seemed a little ill and almost passed out. It took a lot of talking to keep her from calling for a doctor, but Penny and Vicki convinced her that it would be better if Penny just took Vicki home and let her rest until her parents got there.
Neither girl said a word on the drive to Vicki's house, but they both knew that rest was the last thing that they were going to get between now and the time Vicki's parents arrived at six o'clock.
As I read Penny's letter, my dick hardened and pressed painfully against my pants. My office is on a busy hallway and my door is always open, with people going in and out unannounced, but I couldn't stand it any longer! I opened my fly and let my meat twinky out.
I sat as close to my desk as I could so that no one would catch me airing my wares and read on.
Penny's tale continued in graphic detail, in Vicki's bedroom. The girls undressed and, still without saying a word, started caressing, probing and tasting each other.
In my mind's eye, I could see thin, blonde Penny's body laying in contrast to Vicki's milk chocolate skin. Her blonde hair like silk against Vicki's large tits, and before I knew it I was stroking my tool! Slow, long strokes, starting at the base and sliding past the head. Just the way I like it!
I was so wrapped up in my pleasure that I didn't notice Kat (a fiery redheaded intern in the engineering department) come into my office. When I finally noticed her, she was leaning on the door with this knowing grin on her face. She might not have been able to see me stoking my manhood, but there was no mistaking the rhythmic motion of my arm.
I was mortified! There was no denying what I was doing, and no graceful way out of my misery.
Kat walked up to my desk, laid a folder on the corner and said that I should "look these over . . . when you're done!"
She left before I could gather my wits and speak to her; plead with her not to tell anyone what she saw. I spent the rest of the day afraid to leave my office, knowing the story was all over the building by now.
I closed down my mail reader, stuffed my limp meat back into my pants and tried to look as normal as possible while I waited for my boss, or the police, to come and ask me to explain myself.
When no one showed up for two hours, I started to breath again. Hoping that Kat was too embarrassed to tell anyone.
A 5:00, the usual stampede for the parking lot began as usual. People filed past my door with only the usual "see ya tomorrow" comments.
I usually stay late to catch up on some personal business or finish some last minute detail on whatever project I'm working on. Tonight I thought that I would finish Penny's letter, and, wax my carrot in peace. But first, I took a walk around the office to make sure I was alone.
I can't tell you the relief I felt when I found all the desks empty, no one in the computer room and the lights off in the break room! For the first time since Kat walked into my office this morning, I felt safe. But even so, I resolved to copy my private e-mail to floppy and take them home with me tonight.
When I got back to my office, Kat was waiting for me! Since she had already seen me approach, I couldn't turn away, so I took a deep breath and said "Hi, glad to see you again. I wanted to talk to you about this morning."
With a smile that could best be described as beaming, she said "that's why I'm here. I was curious about what you were reading."
I was bit confused, she didn't seem angry, threatening or even upset. Yet there was something. . . I just couldn't put my finger on it.
"Oh, just some e-mail a penpal sent me this morning, nothing important."
"Mind if I have a peek? From your reaction, it seems like something I might find interesting."
Suddenly I realized what was different. I noticed that Kat's nipples were hard and pressing against her thin blouse like there was no bra to constrain them. As I looked closer, I discovered that I couldn't see any trace of a bra: no strap imprint, no faint hint of white beneath the blouse.
Encouraged by my discovery, I said "sure, come on in and make yourself comfortable."
As I sat down in front of my computer, Kat pulled a chair up close, very close, and looked over my shoulder as I brought up Penny's last letter.
As we read the letter, I was conscious of Kat's breathing in my ear. At first it was slow and steady, but for the last few paragraphs, it was getting faster and more irregular.
Again, my cock reacted to Penny's erotic tale and judging by Kat's rock-hard nipples, her flushed complexion and halting breath, she was excited too.
"I can see why you were so, uh, involved earlier. Does Penny always write such hot stuff?" Kat asked as straight as she could.
Encouraged now, I answered "Sure! You should read some of other letters she sent me."
"I'd like to!" Kat said in a course whisper.
"Unfortunately, I keep them at home, it's too public here." I lied. "If you want, we can go to my place and you can read them all."
Kat smiled and said "I'd like that. Penny sure knows how to describe things, doesn't see?"
"You haven't seen anything yet! Let me copy this letter to floppy to add to the others and we can get going."
"Great! While you do that, I'll get my coat."
As Kat left my office, I quickly copied all of Penny's letters to the disk, shut down my computer, turned out the lights and went to meet Kat.
We decided that rather than take both cars, she would ride with me. I opened the door for her and as she started to swing her legs into the car, they parted farther than necessary and I got a quick glimpse of red/orange. She wasn't wearing any panties either, and she WANTED me to know it!
As we drove to my place, I told her how Penny and I got started writing to each other and some of the things we both like to write about.
"Do you always jack off when you read her letters?" Kat said as casually as if asking for extra croutons on her salad.
"Uh, Yeah. I guess so." I stammered. "As you saw, she sure knows how to get a guy's motor racing!"
"Not just a guy's motor!" she said. "It was all I could do to keep my hands on your desk."
We laughed and filled the rest of ride with a kind of nervous quiet.
When we got to my apartment, she waited for me to open her door and I was again rewarded with a flash of red, curly hair.
I apologized for the condition of my apartment and she assured me that it was "fine." She asked directions to the bathroom, and while she excused herself, I loaded the letters into my home computer.
I had just finished when Kat returned. Like before, she grabbed a chair and sat as close to the screen (and me) as she could.
I started at the beginning and we read all of Penny's stories. Each one seemed to make Kat hotter and hotter. After we finished rereading the last one, Kat asked if she could read my letters back to Penny.
"Sure, as long an you don't tell anyone about them" I said, only half jokingly.
"I didn't tell anyone I saw you jerking off, did I" she teased back.
My first letter to Penny told about myself, what I did for a living, my age, appearance, etc. I had totally forgotten what was on this letter, and when Kat read what I told Penny about the size of my dick, she pointed to it and asked if that was the truth, or was I "stretching it?"
I assumed by the evil glint in her eye that her remark about stretching it referred to my self-ministrations more than any exaggeration, so I just looked sheepish and mumbled something incoherent.
The third letter described one of my favorite bedroom (or anyroom) activities. I went into great detail about how I love to eat pussy.
"I like to start by nibbling on your ear," I wrote, "slowly running my tongue down your neck; up to your chin, then into your mouth. While we French, my hands are busy with your breasts, caressing them, kneading them, tugging ever so gently on their nipples."
"My tongue and hands move lower as one, each tracing circles on your flesh. My tongue meets your tits as my hand reaches your pussy. I linger there for a few minutes, nibbling on your nipples and licking the tender underside of each tit as my fingers explore the center of your lust."
"My tongue continues it's southerly route, pausing briefly to enter your navel. I take the skin of your belly button in my teeth and bite just hard enough."
"From here, I kiss my way lower. Wet kisses. My lips cover every square inch of skin around the folds of your pussy, coming close, but never touching the center of your pleasure."
"Then, without warning, I kiss your clit and let my tongue tickle the only human organ designed for no other purpose than pleasure."
While reading this, Kat's hand seemed to imitate the path my tongue would take. She started rubbing her tits through her blouse, then move down her tummy to her lap.
My letter continued by describing how "I like to lick my way around my your pussy, running my tongue around your inner thigh, then back to the "Taint", that place that "T'aint exactly pussy and t'aint exactly ass." My tongue slides up the middle of your now dripping pussy, barely penetrating, all the way to the clit."
"A little suck on your clit and I repeat my loop down to the other thigh, back to the "Taint" and then down, between your cheeks to your puckered asshole. After a slow spiral inward, I press my tongue hard against the backdoor, getting it nice and moist and slippery."
"As I move my tongue back up to your clit, I'll dip my finger into the juices leaking from your pussy and slowly insert my lubricated finger into your ass. As my finger enters your nether region, my tongue enters your pussy. When my finger is fully inside, I begin sliding it in and out, like a thin, hard penis."
"My mouth now has a mind of it's own, licking, probing, sucking and biting. Your pussy is the only thing in the world. Your screams of passion are barely heard until you collapse in a mass of nerves."
"My tongue makes a final pass through Eden, scooping your cum as it flows. We would kiss again, and you would taste your passion on my mouth."
Kat was sweating when I looked at her. Her hand still between her legs.
She looked at me and said "Damn, I thought Penny's letter was hot! Do you really like to eat pussy like this?
"Absolutely!" I answered. "Would you like me to give you a demonstration?"
By way of answer, she kissed me deeply, stood up and started walking toward the bedroom. As she went, she removed her clothes in the most sensual strip I had ever seen.
At the door she turned and told me to "Turn off the computer. We'll write Penny something REALLY HOT in the morning!"
The End (for now!)
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