Fucking Catherine Corinne

I met my high school sweetheart Catherine in level five, when I was eleven. My family had just moved from the city to the country, so I ended up changing schools a month or two before the end of the school year. Catherine was the first girl I spotted when I was taken into my new class: she had a pretty face with dimples, long blonde hair, very blue eyes, and a wonderful--though shy--smile.

And, even then, at age 12, she had curves and a large pair of tits. In fact, she had the biggest tits in the class, not only that year but for a few years to come. I wanted to play with those tits from the moment I saw her.

We became boyfriend/girlfriend about a year later, and, with the exception of our second year of high school, we were together right up until a few weeks before we graduated.

And, eventually, I did get to play with those tits. I got to play with those tits quite a bit. And, as I thought, they were fucking spectacular: big and firm, and with small, soft nipples that responded perfectly to my fingertips and my tongue. And, to my surprise, Catherine loved having her nipples nibbled on.

And that's where the problem was: a good Catholic girl, over the years Catherine slowly let our blossoming sex life progress, but always only to a point...a point just shy of my cock penetrating her pussy.

It started, in fact, with me stroking her tits in the back seat of my car. Then she gave me full access, first with my hands, then with my mouth. When that got old, and I let her know in no uncertain terms that I wanted more, hands started finding their way into pants. Soon I was making her moan with my fingers, and then she started working her way up to giving me handjobs. At that point, I argued, it was time for us to consummate our many years together. I wanted her virginity. And I wanted to fuck her.

But she was a little too devoted to Jesus. Sure, she said, she wanted to fuck me, and she thought nothing would be more romantic than the two of us giving each other our virginity (she didn't know that I had given mine to Victoria a couple of years earlier) but she was convinced it was a sin that she would burn in Hell for later.

But, she said, she was pretty sure she could safely blow me while avoiding the fire and brimstone.

When I finished scratching my head, and wondering about the logic behind her thinking, I decided I could live with blowjobs while continuing my campaign to gain entry into her pussy.

It turned out, she learned very quickly to give great head. After she got past the surprise of having my cum explode into her mouth the first time, she always--always--swallowed, and by the third time she blew me, she had learned to deep throat me. After a couple of Friday and Saturday nights in the back seat, she was blowing me like a pro. And she really enjoyed it. She said so many times.

But Jesus--the Jesus who was just fine with her taking my cock all the way down her throat until a huge load of my cum exploded down her esophagus but was just waiting for my cock to push through her labia so that he could send her to Hell for eternity--continued to stand between me and Catherine's Holy Grail.

Eventually one Friday night my frustration turned into an argument, followed by a very long phone call that went late into the night. Somewhere around 1AM I drove to her house, parked way down at the end of the driveway, and walked up to her house. I tapped on her window, and she slid it open long enough to tell me to go away. I told her I was going to go sit in my car at the end of the driveway, and if she would like to talk about it, she could sneak out and join me.

Catherine's sister, Corinne, had heard me tapping at the window, and went into Catherine's room to find out what was going on. They talked for about fifteen minutes: Corinne took my side, telling Catherine that her reason for not fucking me was silly, and suggested Catherine start fucking me before someone else did, but Catherine didn't budge. Finally, Corinne told Catherine she should at least sneak out, meet me, and tell me to go home. Catherine refused, and told Corinne she should do it if she was so concerned about me.

And that's how Catherine's sister Corinne ended up in my car at 1:30AM one Friday night wearing nothing but a robe, panties and slippers.

Corinne related her entire conversation with Catherine to me, and ended by saying, "I told her if she didn't fuck you someone else would. And I told her that if I were her I would fuck you."

I looked at her, and said, "Really?"

"Of course," she said. "Who wouldn't?"

We both suddenly realised where we were, and the significant moral boundary we were in danger of crossing. After a solid minute of quiet contemplation, I decided to let her make the next move.

She did.

She slowly tugged the belt around her waist and pulled her robe open just enough that I could see her right breast and hip. I reached over and pulled her robe open the rest of the way. Corinne looked a lot like Catherine--face, dimples, hair, eyes, height, curves--but Corinne's tits were smaller. But I'm a hips and ass man, and Corinne had Catherine's hips and ass. And besides, smaller tits can be just as sexy as bigger tits--and Corinne's tits were all sorts of sexy.

Corinne climbed into the back seat, and then I joined her. She laid back, her robe falling open to reveal the body I now wanted more than Catherine's, and I ran my hands up her legs and thighs to her hips. She lifted her ass off the seat, and I slid her panties down and off. She pulled her knees up and then opened them to give me complete access. I leaned down and began kissing her soft, blonde hair, then slide my tongue between her labia and into her cunt. She tasted delicious. I could feel with my tongue that she was very tight, and only slightly wet, but she grabbed my head, closed her eyes, and began moaning as I licked and sucked her labia and clit. It did not take me long to bring her to a quiet, but intense, orgasm.

I continued licking her labia for several minutes until she calmed down, then I sat up and unbuttoned my jean and took them off. My cock was rock hard and throbbing, and I noticed Corinne staring at it. "You've got a big cock," she said. "Bigger than my boyfriend's. I'm not sure I can do this."

"Don't worry, it'll fit, and I'll be very gentle," I said, moving between her spread legs. She smiled as she grabbed my cock and guided the tip between her wet, hairy lips. As I worked it slowly into her cunt, she used her hand to make sure I didn't penetrate her too quickly. When I was half-way in, I laid down on her, she wrapped her legs around me, and we began fucking. At first it was a little unpleasant for her, but after a few minutes she relaxed and began to enjoy it more. I fucked her very slowly, not only trying to be gentle but also wanting it to last longer. But Corinne was was too tight, and I was way too worked up, for it to last long. After about five minutes I gushed inside her.

"Damn," I said. "I was hoping that would have lasted longer."

She smiled at me. "That's okay, let's do it again."

I love sloppy seconds.

We sat up, kissing and touching and making out until I started to get hard again. I squeezed her small but sexy tits, and rubbed and pinched her small, but rubbery, nipples. She leaned back, inviting me to kiss and suck on them, and I eagerly obliged. When she responded, I sucked harder, then began nibbling. Like her sister, Corinne loved having her nipples nibbled, so I gradually increased the intensity until I was pretty much biting them. She loved it.

She leaned down, took my cock into her mouth and sucked me for a few minutes. Then she sat up, straddled me, and worked herself down onto my cock. This time it lasted much longer, and Corinne touched herself as she fucked me as slowly as she could. After she came, and her back and legs started to tire, I laid her on her back and fucked her slowly and gently until I came inside her again. Then I collapsed on her for several minutes before she decided she should return to the house.

We kissed goodnight, silently agreeing never to tell another soul of our immoral transgression.

Many years later, when I ran across Corinne's photo on her company's web site, I wondered for a brief moment if she had ever told Catherine about what we had done. And I wondered if Jesus would see to it that we would both burn in Hell for eternity.

Either way, I don't care. Fucking Catherine Corinne was totally worth it.

Fucking Wenona

I met Wenona a couple of months after I broke up with Janni. Wenona was my friend Erika's roommate for a while before Erika moved out and, in an odd twist, became roommates with Janni. I met Wenona one night when she and Erika were out getting coffee--in the same coffee shop where a few weeks later I would meet Lina. Wenona was blonde, of average height, and rather skinny, but she had an amazing pair of tits, quite a nice ass, beautiful blue eyes, and a great smile. I could also tell she had a dark side, which meant we had some things in common. We hit it off immediately: we sat and talked for three hours that night, and by the time we parted, had agreed to go out dancing the following Friday night.

The next day Erika confirmed for me that Wenona as as interested in me as I was in her. But, Erika cautioned, Wenona was involved in a love triangle with two of their other roommates--a particularly uncomfortable situation that a few months later would cause Erika to move into an apartment with Janni--and Wenona was as much the problem as the other two roommates. "There are no innocents," she said.

I knew Wenona was close to graduating, and would be moving away after that, so I was pretty sure there was not a lot of potential for a long-term relationship, but I was certain there was sufficient chemistry and attraction for a short-term relationship. "That's okay," I told Erika, "I like damaged women who have a dark side and very definite moral flaws. Besides, I don't want to marry her, I just want to hang out with her and fuck her a few dozen times before she graduates." Nevertheless, I considered myself forewarned.

The the next day I had flowers delivered to Wenona in the lab she worked in, telling her how much I was looking forward to Friday night. However, things changed: I awoke Friday morning to the news that a friend had died the previous night in his sleep. Stan was my age, and had recently married another friend of mine, a single mom with a young daughter Stan had adopted when they married.

There is no pain like that caused by the death of someone so amazing and so young.

Devastated by the news, I decided to drive out to the ocean and spend the day sitting in the sand and listening to the waves. On the way out of town, I stopped to see Erika and Wenona and tell them what had happened, and that instead of going dancing that night I was going to the ocean.

To my surprise, Wenona asked if I'd like some company. I said yes.

It was a great decision. We spent the entire afternoon and evening at the ocean, and it turned out Wenona was the perfect companion: she knew almost instinctively when I wanted to just sit and think, quietly, and she knew when I wanted to talk; and when I wanted to talk, she just let me talk and she listened and empathised. Afterwards, I knew I still didn't have any answers, but I felt a little better despite not having any answers. We drove home in complete silence.

As we neared town, she asked if I'd like some company that night. I said yes, and she suggested I drop her off at her place so she could get her car. She grabbed her Honda and followed me across town. When we got to my place, she grabbed an overnight bag from the boot and followed me into my apartment.

You've got to love a woman who keeps an overnight bag in the boot of her car.

When we got inside, she headed straight to the bedroom, set down her overnight bag, and began taking off all of her clothes. A little surprised, I just stood there and watched in disbelief, until she walked over to me and began helping me out of my clothes. "We're covered in sand, we need to shower. And then I'm going to take you to bed and fuck you and fuck you and fuck you until you forget all about today...even if tomorrow morning you wake up and remember it all again."

I looked at her and suddenly realised this was not a woman I was going to be able to fuck a few dozen times and be okay when we parted ways. Even though I knew any relationship we might develop would have a very definite expiration date, I now realised that when it was over I was going to hurt. This sexy, skinny blonde with perfect tits and amazing ass and gorgeous blue eyes and wonderful smile was going to hurt me. Badly. And there was nothing I could do about it. I had to follow it through to the painful end.

We got into the shower, washed all of the sand from our hair and between our toes, and then got into bed. And then, just as she had promised, Wenona climbed on top of me, guided my cock into her tight, wet pussy, and proceeded to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until I forgot all about that day.

The next morning I got up early, went and got us coffee and muffins, and brought them back. When we  were done eating breakfast, she set her coffee down, climbed on top of me once again, and stroked my cock with her vulva until I was throbbing. Then she slid down on me, pulled her T-shirt off, and rode me until I exploded inside her again. Afterward, she pulled off and straddled me, kissing me while our cum drained out of her cunt and formed a wet spot on my abdomen. Then she led me to the shower, where we fucked again, first me fucking her standing up from behind, then her turning around so that I could fuck her face to face with her leg wrapped around my waist and her perfect tits rubbing against my chest. I didn't care that we wasted an hour's worth of water in the process.

The fact was, I didn't want her to leave. I was already dreading the break-up I knew was coming, and i knew her leaving that morning was going to be the first painful indication of things to come.

As she was leaving, I stopped her at the front door. I still wasn't ready for her to go yet. For the second time in my life, I fucked a woman up against a door. And then she left. Afterward I cried.

I tried to convince myself that the tears were for Stan. But I knew better. I was mourning more than his death.

There is no pain like that caused by the death of someone--or something--so amazing and so young.

This Doesn't Mean Anything

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Fucking Lina

I met Lina in a coffee shop. She was Asian--and born in Asia--but ethnically only half Asian, a mix that was rather unique but resembled somewhat, but definitely not completely, Puerto Rican or Filipino. But with more Asian features. She had a distinct and beautiful face, a bit angled, and despite being tall and thin, with rather small hips, she had a great ass. The first thought that entered my mind when I first saw her was: I want to sink my teeth so deep into her ass that she would need sutures to stop the bleeding.

We were together most of seventeen years, and never once did I get bored biting, pinching or slapping her ass. Even after she pushed out our two kids, her ass was spectacular. Actually, pushing out two kids improved her ass because it widened her hips.

But as spectacular as her ass was, her pussy was even more spectacular. And pushing out two kids improved her pussy as well. I loved burying my tongue and cock in her pussy.

Lina was nineteen when we met, and I was about ten years her senior. I was fucking Wenona at the time--and really enjoying fucking Wenona at the time--but I knew Wenona was little more than a one night stand that had simply not ended yet. I had given it six weeks, and, as it turned out, that was not too far off. When Wenona and I finally split, I started spending more time with Lina. And not long after that, one Friday night after hanging out at the bar listening to a band, I took Lina home, pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees, and buried my teeth in her ass.

And about ten minutes later, I rolled her over and buried my tongue in her pussy.

Lina had the wettest, tastiest cunt I'd ever had the pleasure to slide my tongue into. By a long shot. Her juices literally dripped from her pussy, and had this thick, slick consistency that made eating her absolute heaven. So it's no surprise that that first time--like so many times afterward--I licked and sucked her pussy until she literally begged me to stop. What is a surprise is that I did actually stop when she begged me to. What I remember most is wanting to keep licking her until...I don't know...probably until my tongue fell off. In any case, when she had cum three or four times, and her clit had probably reached its limit for the time being, she begged me to stop.

So I pulled my tongue out of her juicy, delicious cunt and thrust my hard, throbbing cock into her...and buried it all the way to the hilt with the first thrust. It turned out Lina also had the loosest, sloppiest cunt I'd ever thrust my cock into. By a long shot. Her thick, slick juices that literally dripped from her pussy? They made fucking her absolute heaven as well. Even at nineteen, before kids, her cunt was so soft and loose and sloppy that I could fuck her for hours without cumming. Never once in all the years we were together, and all the times I fucked her, did I have to work my cock into her pussy. I could always just bury it all the way with the first thrust. And fucking her pretty much always felt like heaven. It was soft and wet and warm and juicy and slick. Lina always left a huge wet spot.

[I know most men love tight pussy. They're idiots. Tight pussy makes a man cum fast. And who the FUCK wants to minimise the time they spend fucking a woman? It makes no sense.]

We spent most of the entire weekend fucking. By the time Lina went home on Monday morning I had fucked her thirteen times, and she could barely walk due to the cramps in her feet from curling her toes every time she came. In fact, we were both as sore as hell: every muscle in our bodies ached. It was great sex. It was fucking great sex.

There is a lot more to fucking a woman than just physics, though, and over the years those other things eventually took their toll. But even when the emotional aspects of our relationship were for shit--even when we were separated and living apart, or living together but emotionally just going through the motions--I pretty much always loved fucking Lina.

Fucking Anabelle

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Tania for Two

For quite some time now, Tania and I have talked about expanding our fucking to include...others. Another guy. Another woman. A couple. Several other guys. But Tania had only been with two guys, and was not sure how well she would adapt to fucking anyone other than me, so it seemed like a good first step was to see how she adapted to fucking another guy. Of course, fucking a random stranger was totally out of the question, so I suggested she fuck a close friend, Steve. Smart, good looking and buff, Steve is a fair bit younger than Tania--young enough to still be a virgin. He was a perfect choice.

So a few weeks before Christmas Tania and Steve got a hotel for an afternoon and fucked. Twice. By all accounts it was good, though both of them were obviously nervous beforehand. Their friendship and familiarity--as well as their commitment to go through with it even though it felt a bit uncomfortable--carried the day and delivered the end result: Steve lost his virginity with a smart, sexy Asian babe with a great ass and even better personality who, frankly, is an incredible fuck as well; Tania added a third notch to her bedpost; and I had the pleasure not only of giving a great guy one of the greatest gifts a guy can get, but also of intensifying how I feel about Tania, both as a sexual being and as a sexual partner. I know that to a large extent she did it because I asked her to, but she also did it because she wanted to, and both contributed to my intensified feelings toward her. Afterward, she and Steve met me for coffee, we had a very comfortable chat that let everyone know everything was good, and then Steve left. And Tania and I went to the hotel and fucked like crazy.

In the days and weeks that followed, Tania and I discussed the two of them getting together again, but as she and Steve talked about it, it became clear he was game for a threesome, at least at some point. Still wanting to fuck Steve, and now also thinking about the possibility that Steve and I might one day join forces to give her the night of her life, Tania decided she and he would fuck away one more afternoon before revisiting the threesome discussion more seriously. That second afternoon almost materialised last week, but timing got in the way and they postponed for another day.

Yesterday, though, as we were walking to the store, Tania was talking about Steve when I suddenly asked, "What's he doing tonight?" I knew we could easily get away for the night, and it was worth a shot. Besides, I figured he and I could take turns fucking Tania, even if he was not completely comfortable yet with anything more. It turned out he had the night off from work, and that he was up for getting together despite his nervousness. So, on the spur of the moment, we reserved a hotel and met him there.

It was supposed to be a family unit with two bedrooms, but ended up being a small, one-bedroom with a queen-sized bed (for mom and dad) and two tiny beds (for the kids). We all laughed, but it probably helped break the ice. I knew it was going to work out just fine.

I was wrong. It worked out spectacularly.

After we got settled, I took a long shower to give Steve and Tania sufficient time to start fucking in privacy before I came back into the room. By the time I towelled off and returned, Tania was on her back, with her legs pulled all the way up and wrapped around Steve's back, and he was pounding her as hard as he could. They both noticed me enter the room, and paid a little attention to me, but without consequence. For the next few hours, Steve and I took turns fucking the hell out of Tania until all three of us were exhausted and hungry. We got dressed and went to dinner.

When we returned, I thought Steve and I would each take another turn between Tania's legs, but it was extremely late and we all felt suddenly tired. We hung out, and then decided to sleep. Steve laid down on one of the small beds, but Tania and I insisted he join us on the big bed, Tania in the middle. We set an alarm and tried to sleep, but none of us slept very well, instead drifting in and our until close to 6:30AM. At that point, we woke up and could not fall back asleep.

I knew Tania wanted to fuck us both again, but I also knew she would not take the initiative without me saying something. I also knew that any nervousness had vanished the night before, and that all three of us being in bed presented the best and most natural chance for a threesome. Since we were all checking out cells at the time for messages, I discreetly texted Tania and told her what I wanted her to do.

She set her cell down, rolled over on her left side, and started kissing Steve while pushing her ass backwards toward me. I slide her shorts and panties off, and started fingering her pussy as she kissed Steve and began stroking his cock, which was immediately rock hard. I slid down toward the bottom of the bed, and began licking her pussy and then sliding my tongue in and out of her cock. After a few minutes, the sounds of their kissing disappeared, replaced by the sounds of her sucking his cock. From between her legs I could see her eagerly sucking his uncircumcised cock. I thought she'd give up after a minute--so far prefers penetration to sucking cock or having her pussy licked--but she actually kept at it for quite some time. She must have been incredibly horny.

Finally, I handed Steve the condoms, and as he put one on, I pulled her back onto her side, rolled her over to face me, and guided her legs open as she and I kissed. Steve slid his cock into her cunt from behind, and started fucking her, gently at first but much harder as time went on. She alternated between kissing him and kissing me, and he and I both used our hands and mouths on her. Finally, I told her to get on her hands and knees so that she could suck my cock while he fucked her from behind. It was the first time she had two cocks inside her at the same time. She fucking loved it.

She stopped sucking me a few minutes before Steve came. She had just laid down on her side again, and she was kissing me as he fucked her from behind. He pulled out, went to the bathroom to ditch the condom and quickly wash his cock off, and then returned. I had just slid my cock deep inside Tania's cunt, and was fucking her deep and slow when he laid down beside her and stared kissing her. She again alternated between kissing him and kissing me while I fucked her, and he and I squeezed her tits and pinched and sucked her nipples. By the time I was ready to cum, she had stroked his cock hard again, and he was ready to take over. I desperately wanted to cum inside her cunt, but I didn't want to interrupt or even ruin a perfect thing. I pulled out at the last moment, exploded into my hand, and ran to the bathroom to clean up. He immediately took over.

When I came out, Tania was on her back, Steve was between her thighs, and she was fingering herself something fierce. She came first, then he came a few minutes later. When he went to the bathroom, I pulled out my cock and Tania sucked it, hungrily. But I knew it was going to be fifteen or twenty minutes before I was ready to go again, so I pulled it from her mouth, started getting dressed and suggested we go get breakfast. Besides, I knew Tania and I would get home around noon, and we'd have plenty of time for me to fuck the hell out of her again before she had to head off to work.

After getting home--and fucking in the bathroom with Tania leaning against the sink with one foot up on the counter and me fucking her from below and behind--we talked about it, and exchanged some text messages with Steve.

Yes, we all loved every minute of it. Yes, the threesome that morning had been far better than taking turns the night before. And yes, we couldn't wait to do it again.

"I fucked two guys at the same time," Tania said to me, a huge grin on her face. "I had two cocks in me at the same time and I fucking loved it." She almost sounded as though she were more proud of herself than I was.

Almost.

I fucking love that woman. And I fucking love fucking that woman.

Magic Eight Ball Says...

Chris almost certainly had the cutest personality of any woman I've ever known. No matter what was going down, she could always find the cutest response to it. This was especially true when she was high, which as I recall was most of the time, or at least when she was hosting a party in her dorm suite, which was, again, most of the time. She was always carrying around a Magic Eight Ball, and any time someone would ask her something, she'd hold the Magic Eight Ball over her head, shake it while repeating the question, and then read the answer out loud. Her cute personality was endearing and somehow delicious.

She was also really cute looking, and had a nice pair of tits, but her body...well, she was thick around the waist, which ruined what would have been an otherwise nice body. Nevertheless, despite the lack of an hourglass shape, she had a bit of a sexiness to her, and when her cuteness was factored in, there was not one guy in the dorms who didn't want to fuck her silly.

One Friday night she and a few others were hosting a multi-suite party spanning three suites and two floors. It seemed like literally everyone in the dorms was there, and of course Kristin and I went, though Kristin got there long before I did because I was working late. It ended up being a really strange night.

When I arrived, I saw Kimberly downstairs with a beer in her hand walking into her suite, where the music was playing. I said hi, and followed her in, thinking that she was going back into the party. She wasn't. "We need more salt for the margaritas we're making upstairs," she said. She went to her cupboard, grabbed the salt, and turned around. She was short and incredibly petite, with a great smile, and medium tits that, because of her size, appeared to be much larger than they actually were. She was wearing a tiny pair of tan shorts, and a brown halter top, and sticking out of both a bit.

"Are you just getting here?" She was a bit drunk, which would have been a good thing except that she and Kristin were pretty good friends. She was also probably the most submissive woman I've ever known. Dangerously submissive, the kind of submissiveness that begs to be taken advantage of. But she was definitely off limits. Definitely.

"Yeah, I just got off work," I said. "The party upstairs?"

"Yeah," she said, "but it's getting a bit boring. Everyone's high, and just sitting around talking now." Her shorts were a little too short, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I had to remind myself that she and Kristin were friends.

But if she and Kristin were friends, there wouldn't be any upside to her telling Kristin what we were about to do. I walked over and took the beer from her, and drained it. "You look hot tonight," I said. I set down the beer, grabbed her around the waist, and kissed her. She kissed me back. She set the salt down next to the beer without looking, and I picked her up and carried her to her bed.

"Lock the door," she said. I got up and went to the door, flipped the lock and returned. She was naked. Her tits weren't as nice as I'd imagined; I'd thought they'd have been firm enough not to hang off to the side as much as they did, and she had big areolas and small nipples. But I wasn't interested in her tits, I was interested in what lay underneath the small patch of hair between her thighs. She spread her legs invitingly.

I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants and joined her. We kissed for a bit, until my cock got hard, and then she pushed my briefs off with her feet. She was surprisingly loose and deep for such a small woman, I had not expected her to take me all the way to the hilt so easily. We fucked for about twenty minutes, then I lifted her up as I stood, set her ass down on her desk, and fucked her standing up until I came inside her. I continued thrusting in and out of her while we kissed some more, wanting to drain every last drop of cum into her, then pulled out. My cum gushed out of her gaping cunt onto the floor.

We got dressed, and I volunteered to clean up the mess so that she could return to the party several minutes before I showed up. I didn't want Kristin to see us coming in together.

When I got upstairs and went into Chris' suite, Kimberly was in the other room, on the other side of the bathroom--there were two rooms to a suite, separated by a bathroom--and Kristin was in Chris' room, drinking a beer and smoking a bowl in the front of the room. I smiled at her to let her know I was there, then went in search of a beer. Chris was sitting on the ice chest. "Hey. Can I grab a beer?"

She held the Magic Eight Ball in the air and shook it. "CAN I GET A BEER?" I said, loudly. She lowered it and we looked. "Magic Eight Ball says...it is decidedly so." She stood, I opened the ice chest, and grabbed a Kirin. She sat back down, I sat next to her, and we talked and drank.

After a while I went into the bathroom to take a leak, and afterward went into the other room to see who was in there. Kimberly poured me a margarita, and we chatted for a bit. When my glass was empty, she filled it again, and I left through the bathroom.

The stall door opened. "Oh! You startled me!" Chris said. She had forgotten to lock both doors when she came in to pee. She grabbed my margarita and drained it.

"I was drinking that!" I said, laughing.

She gave me a long look, as if she were contemplating something. "I'm not going to fuck you, you know." That came out of nowhere.

"That's not what I was going to ask." I was confused, but let it go. "But even if I had, wouldn't you have had to ask the Magic Eight Ball?"

She looked at me again for several seconds, then suddenly held up the Magic Eight Ball. "Should I fuck him?" she asked, shaking the ball. When she lowered it, we both read the answer simultaneously: "My sources say no." It was settled. But I wondered what she would have done had the answer been, say, "Signs point to yes."

"Wait," she said. "What were you going to ask?"

Realising half of a Magic Eight Ball's answers were in the affirmative, and that Chris might actually act on an affirmative answer, I took a chance. "Can I eat your pussy?" It was an honest question.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in surprise, but after a few seconds she slowly raised her hand and started shaking. "Can he eat my pussy?" she repeated. "Magic Eight Ball says..."

We both looked: "Yes."

She lowered her hand and we stared at each other. After an uncomfortably long time, she suddenly asked: "Here?"

I lowered myself to my knees, and ran my hands up her legs, pushing her skirt over her hips. She was wearing incredibly plain, white panties, a real turn-off for me, but so be it. The Magic Eight Ball had spoken. I pulled them off and didn't give them a second thought. She leaned back against the sink, lifted her right leg and hooked it over my shoulder, and I sunk my tongue in her cunt.

She had a fairly thick triangle of brown hair covering her mons, but not nearly as much covering her vulva, and her labia parted easily allowing my tongue full access. I alternated between penetrating her cunt, licking her labia, and pulling her clit and hood between my lips and sucking on them. She came hard and fast, lasting just long enough to get me thoroughly aroused.

I picked up her panties, stood and handed them to her. "Thanks." I said. I wanted to tell her she should consider always wearing nice panties, just in case, but refrained.

She could see how aroused I was. My pants were bulging. "I bet you wish the Magic Eight Ball had let you fuck me," she said, smiling.

"Maybe next time," I replied. I grabbed my glass, and then stopped. "Give me the Magic Eight Ball," I said. She handed it to me, and I held it aloft and gave it a good shake. We looked: "As I see it, yes."

"What was the question?" she asked.

I smiled. "Magic Eight Ball says we need more salt." I grabbed my glass and went to find Kimberly.