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Malibu Muff- Diving
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:: The Dungeon Master :: Presents :: ::
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:: "Malibu Muff-Diving" ::
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I'm a tall, sharp-looking, 24-year-old New York City girl with a healthy
interest in sex. There's something about a hairy chest in a half-opened shirt
or the frontal bulge in a tight pair of jeans that always gets my attention.
But a few months ago, I just started getting bored. The guys I had been
meeting were all starting to look the same. I quit the bar scene for a while
and stayed home with my vibrator, but that became a dull deal, too. Being an
artist, I need insperation for real sexual creativity, I guess. Finally I
hopped a night flight to Los Angeles, hoping a change of scenery might be the
answer. Was it ever!
I'd arranged to house-swap with a musician friend who had a fabulous
setup in Malibu. Standing barefoot on her balcony overlooking the beach, I
ingored that old familiar twitch in my pussy. The warm breeze caressed my skin
as I gazed at the pin-pricks of stars in the night sky, glad to have escaped
the city, if only temporarily.
Unable to resist the beach, I padded down the stairs and onto the sand.
Avoiding several mounds of seaweed, I walked by the water's edge. I guess the
dreaminess of the place was getting to me because my pussy twitched again, and
I began to reflect on how long it had been between cocks. Celibacy wasn't my
style, I decided.
I ventured into the waves, the warm water washing over my ankles. I
pictured myself lying on the sand while a faceless, muscular man pumped my
quivering cunt with his sturdy tool, the surf obscuring my cries of pleasure.
As I waded, losing track of time and distance, I noticed a shadowy form
ahead of me. Curious, I quickened my steps until I caught up. "Hi," I said.
"Isn't it a gorgeous night?"
A small, well-formed girl turned toward me, her eyes in the moonlight
round and luminous. "Oh, I didn't hear you," she almost whispered. Her body
was lean but with definite hips and breasts. She was wearing shorts like me
and a tight tank top.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wondered if you wanted some
company. I'm staying at a friend's place and don't know any of the
neighbors," I said.
She hesitated and then nodded, smiling. She told me her name was Lynne
but wouldn't say her last name. Intrigued by the mystery, I studied her more
closely--then I noticed her striking resemblance to a very famous, super-sexy
actor. We walked together for almost a mile before deciding to turn back.
She told me that she had just had a bitter fight with her father and had
come out to the family beach house to get away from it all. Then she suddenly
burst into tears. Automatically I put my arms around her shoulders to give
her a comforting hug. Her tiny female body felt strangely good against mine
as I stroked her hair and murmured that everything was going to be fine.
Having Lynne in my arms felt terrific. What is this? Am I crazy? I
thought. But her round, little breasts pressed teasingly against mine, and my
nipples sprang to attention at the unfamiliar stimulation. As her sobs
quieted, I kissed her tenderly on the cheek and started to pull away from her.
She surprised me by holding onto me harder and burying her face in my neck,
giving me goosebumps with her hot breath.
"Could you just hold me for a moment?" she whispered. "It feels so
good."
I nodded, unable to speak. I was completely turned on. My clit throbbed
insistently.
Her gentle hands started to move across my back, and then her lips
pressed against mine. Hesitantly I kissed her back, and she was delicious! I
couldn't believe I was kissing another woman--and loving it!
Her tongue teased between my lips. Groaning, I gave up and shoved mine
into her mouth. My hands moved under her shirt to her luscious breasts. She
moaned as I cupped her firm tits, then stepped back and pulled off her top,
which fell between us to the sand. I squeezed her tits as my tongue explored
her mouth. She reached up and ran her fingers through my long, wind-whipped
hair. Feeling intoxicated by this strange new passion, I pressed the mound of
my cunt against her thigh and felt her pressing back. Her hands pulled my
head down harder so that my lips crushed hers.
We sank to our knees and kissed and rubbed our bodies together for several
minutes. Then she reached for my top and pulled it up. Breaking the kiss, I
allowed her to pull it off over my head. My large, naked breasts brushed
against hers, and I moaned as she touched my erect nipples. "How beautiful,"
she murmured, squeezing the tips of my breasts. My clit jumped.
I pushed her back until she was lying beneath me by the water's edge. I
never thought I had it in me, but I knew just what to do. My hands were all
over her body. She was busy, too, her fingers fondling my hanging tits as I
straddled her. Then she reached between my thighs and cupped my cunt, slowly
rubbing my box through the thin fabric of my shorts. Her other hand
unbuttoned the waist and unzipped the zipper. I could tell that Lynne had
been with a woman before, sensing that this was her preferred type of passion.
I pulled my shorts down as far as they would go, and then her fingers brushed
my bush. Groaning, I slid down by her side to shuck off the shorts, and then
I straddled her again. I felt her small finger slip into my dripping wet cunt
and gasped as she moved it around inside me, her thumb wiggling my clit.
A second finger invaded my cunt. Frantically I stripped off her shorts
and swung over her so that my face was above her musky groove. She began to
work her fingers in and out of my hole as I pulled apart her labia. There was
just enough light to see the folds of her cunt and the nub of her clitoris.
Although I had never seen another woman's sex pot before, there was no time to
contemplate. I leaned forward and gave her slit a lick. The tangy flavor was
like nothing I had ever tasted--it was great! I dove in enthusiastically and
licked and sucked her tender twat. She moaned and pulled my hips down to her
face, spreading my knees further. I felt her tongue shove into my hole, soft
and wet and wildly exciting. I slid my arms around her ass and buried my face
in her cunt. I couldn't decide which was more stimulating, getting my cunt
licked or rubbing my face in another woman's pussy.
As I worked my tongue into her, my hands squeezed her firm, tight ass.
In the dim light, I could see her dark furrow and the tiny, puckered hole
clenching and unclenching. The warm night breeze cooled our sweat, and the
waves lapped at each other. I growled into her pussy as fever built up in my
clit. I was aware of nothing but her soft, wet flesh in my face and her
tongue strumming my pleasure buttonn. My breath became sharp gasps as my
climax approached. My hips jerked over her face wildly, my ass spread to the
sky. Suddenly I felt her tongue slide all the way up to my other opening and
back to my clit. I came with a loud, shriek, my cunt spasming uncontrollably.
I rolled off her body but continued to lick her slit, pulling her ass open
even more. I felt her begin to shake, and the she came, too, her cunt lips
pressed against my face as her clit twitched in my mouth.
We lay there for a few minutes savoring the experience. I marveled at
the exquisite sensations of feeling another woman's orgasm, amazed at what I
had been missing all this time! I saw Lynne the next day, and though we just
soaked up the sun and didn't have sex, we felt very close for virtual
strangers. She seemed to have gotten over her disagreement with her father
and was going back to Beverly Hills, yet she resisted telling me about him.
I ended up staying on the West Coast for a month and returned to New York
relaxed, rested and with a whole new enthusiasm for sex. I may have come
lately to the joys of bisexuality, but I sure made up for the last time, a
roll in the hay with a huge, young hunk is still my usual flare, but I do vary
my diet with a luscious, free wheeling female! Now--anyone for a threesome?
Started: 9:07 pm :: 2/21/87
Ended: 12:35 am :: 2/22/87
©1987 TDM Products
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