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Subject: {ASSM} A New Dawn - Chapter 5 (FF Fm exhib mast)
Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 07:10:02 -0400
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This is chapter 5 of a New Dawn. In previous chapters Dawn has related the 
story of her sexual adventures as a nineteen year old on a European trip.


Chapter 5

"Jesus, look at your tits." Phillip couldn't stop himself.
Lisa blushed. "Don't. I feel so self-conscious. I'm not sure I can do this."
Dawn barged Phillip to one side. "Ignore him, he's been talking about this 
all day. Come in. You look absolutely fantastic."
Lisa was wearing just the one piece of clothing, as promised. It was a 
simple yellow cotton dress, stopping midway down her thigh. The spaghetti 
straps were tied in bows on each shoulder and it went straight across from 
the front. It was tight, so Lisa's breasts jiggled and bounced with every 
movement. Their shape was clearly detectable as too full globes, which sat 
high on her rib cage. Dawn noted with a twinge of jealousy that they didn't 
sag at all, and formed a natural cleavage. The darkness of her areolae was 
evident as large globes covering the full front of the breast. As she 
entered the whole chest swayed and then settled. Phillip stared.
"Sorry Lisa, I didn't mean to embarrass you. But they really are a 
magnificent pair."
"Phillip!" Dawn slapped his hand. She was wearing a black jumpsuit, with a 
built in bra. It was unzipped to show some cleavage, but its effect was not 
nearly as provocative as Lisa's.
Noticing this Lisa said, "that's not fair. Yours has got a built in bra. You 
tricked me!"
Dawn smiled, she had wanted Lisa to be the main focus of attention, and she 
certainly would be. "Not so much tricked you - I just chose carefully."
"Do we need confirmation that it's only one piece of clothing?" Phillip 
asked.
Dawn looked at Lisa, who sighed and turning round, quickly whipped up her 
skirt to reveal her naked bum for a second.
"Happy?" she asked.
"Yes, very. Shall we go then?"
They drove to a nearby pub, which had opened recently. Lisa sat in silence 
all the way while Phillip tried to distract her with small talk. As they 
walked from the car Lisa tried unsuccessfully to perfect a walking style 
which would cause her breasts to bounce obviously.
"You first," said Phillip, opening the door for her.
As she entered three men seated at a tall table all stopped talking and 
watched her. She hesitated but Dawn came behind her and gave her a gentle 
push whispering "go on in, remember you're in charge."
"Nice dress love," one of the men commented, nodding towards her chest.
"Thanks," Lisa replied as boldly as she could muster. The men watched her 
arse as she walked away from them, muttering about the things they would 
like to do to her.
An old couple were eating a meal and the man stopped, his piece of steak 
poised inches from his mouth. His wife carried on talking, her back to Lisa 
so unaware of what her husband was transfixed by. The rhythm of her breast 
movement had gained a powerful momentum so as she hurried to here seat they 
rose, almost to the point of emerging from the top of the dress, and then 
crashed downwards, like breaking waves. She winked at the old man who was 
startled back from his reverie and looked hurriedly at his wife, who 
continued with her conversation, oblivious to the interchange.
Lisa sat in a booth with Dawn, while Phillip bought the drinks.
"That was fun wasn't it?" Dawn asked.
Lisa was breathing heavily, "I don't know. It's nothing really, but in the 
context of all your stories it felt like an endurance test. I feel like I've 
just run a hundred metres." Then, giggling, "did you see the old guy over 
there? I thought he was going to have a heart attack when I winked at him."
Dawn chuckled, "I know. Great isn't it? Men are just so weak about this."
"What's that?" Phillip placed the drinks on the table.
"Just saying how weak you men are."
"I know. Morally, and for me, physically. A good pair of breasts does 
actually leave me feeling slightly weak. So, with you two tonight, I'm 
barely able to lift my pint."
"Anyway, on with the stories," Lisa said, nudging Dawn's hand to begin.
"Right. Well I left Naples and travelled by train and boat to Paros. Nothing 
much to report on the journey I'm afraid. I met Maria's cousin, Luca, in the 
bar of the hotel Zeus. Like Maria, he was big and not particularly friendly. 
The bar had two parts to it, one overlooking the pool where you served 
during the day, and then it continued inside to the bar and restaurant area, 
which was busy at night. It was quite a large hotel and packed in the 
summer, so with minutes of arriving I was busy serving.
"I was determined not to let things drift this time, as I had done in Capri. 
As soon as I started I was thinking about every person, man or woman, who 
came to the bar, `is this one? Should I try something?' I felt a bit ashamed 
to be honest. People were chatting away and I was thinking `shall I fuck 
them?' Like all recent converts I was a bit over-eager.
"Anyway, despite it occupying nearly every conscious thought, nothing 
happened for a couple of days. There were quite a few bar staff, but one 
girl I had noticed on particular. She had blonde hair and the most amazing 
legs. She was slim, with striking green eyes, but what I really noticed was 
her strong chin and the accompanying self-confidence. She always wore tight 
shorts and little tops which showed her smooth stomach. She seemed 
dismissive of almost everyone around her, which of course only drew them to 
her even more. I hadn't even spoken to her, I found her too intimidating, 
but I couldn't stop looking at her when she was working. I had found out her 
name was Abbi and she was American, but that was it.
"On my third day we were working the pool bar together. She didn't say hello 
and about half way through the shift she began talking to an Italian woman I 
had seen around. She was beautiful, with long curly black hair and a 
gorgeous smile. She kept showing this now as she talked to Abbi, in what I 
recognised as a flirtatious manner. It was obvious that Abbi was having an 
effect on her, and equally obvious that Abbi meant to do just that.
"I had to serve a young teenager, who had those first flush of hormones 
racing around him. Earlier he had ordered a coke by talking directly to my 
breast. Now, he ignored and stared, open-mouthed at Abbi and her friend. I 
gave him his drink and change and when I turned back, they had gone. I saw 
them disappearing beyond the pool, holding hands heading for the beach.
"I sat there for a while. Then I couldn't resist it. I _had_ to go and see 
what they were doing. Most people were sunbathing so I quickly hopped over 
the bar and followed after them. A rocky path led down to the beach. The 
main beach was to the left, but I guessed they had gone to the secluded part 
to the left. This was much rockier, with only a short strip of beach so not 
used by tourists much. I crept along, feeling almost sick with nerves and 
excitement.
"As I delicately stepped around a corner, I heard a soft moan. I quickly 
crouched down behind a rock and peeked over. Abbi had the Italian pushed up 
against the cliff wall. Her bikini top was off, revealing small, dark 
nipples. Abbi was licking this and the underside of the Italian's neck, who 
was moaning and running her fingers through Abbi's golden hair and clutching 
desperately at her shoulders. She was obviously very aroused. Abbi went down 
on her knees and pulled her lover's bikini bottom down to get at her neatly 
trimmed pussy. She dived in, ferociously licking and sucking her, prising 
apart her lips with her fingers. The Italian was in raptures now, moaning 
loudly, biting her lip and clenching and unclenching her hands. I couldn't 
resist and my hand went to my shorts as well. I slowly worked my hand inside 
my knickers and began rubbing my clit.
"'Jesus' someone whispered next to me. It was the teenage boy who was 
standing there, watching the scene in front of him, unable to believe this 
one was actually real and not one of his many fantasies. I quickly put my 
hand to my lips to tell him to be quiet and yanked him down behind my rock. 
In truth, I don't think they would have heard us had we been shouting, they 
were so engrossed with each other now. Abbi pulled the Italian down and they 
rolled on the beach, Abbi frantically fingering her lover.
"Then came the moment I, and I guess my new voyeur friend, had been waiting 
for, Abbi sat up and peeled off her top to expose her perfect breasts. They 
were smaller than mine but with a beautiful upturn and neat nipples that 
adorned the tips. I couldn't watch without stimulation, so not caring about 
the boy next to me, I returned my hand to my pussy and began to masturbate 
much more vigorously. He was obviously feeling the same way as he tugged his 
swimming trunks down and began wanking, not taking his eyes off Abbi who was 
now sitting on the Italian's face, her shorts discarded. Her perfect bum was 
going up and down as she was licked to climax. I was momentarily distracted 
from the scene by the sight of my young friend's cock. It was a surprisingly 
large one, a nine inches which he was beating quickly. I reached to my side 
and took it in my hand, wanking him slower than he had been. He looked at me 
briefly, and then snapped back to the lesbian scene. So, with one hand in my 
own knickers and the other wrapped around this lad's big cock, we watched as 
the two women rolled into a sixty-nine position and licked each others 
pussies furiously. Abbi had her head buried deep between the Italian's legs, 
her hand also working away. Then there came a long scream, audible above the 
crashing waves and the Italian started bucking wildly. Abbi kept at her 
task, like holding on at a rodeo. The other woman was clawing desperately at 
her buttocks, her screams now coming in short bursts. At this point Abbi 
looked up from her task, her mouth glistening. She looked straight at us, 
winked and then went back to making her lover come, whose back was now 
arching as she went over the edge.
"So she knew she had an audience. That made me pause, but it was too late 
for my young companion. My hand was jerked down with some force as he 
spurted his spunk onto the sand. 'Oh God,' he moaned. 'She is so fucking 
horny.' He pushed his cock up against my thigh, leaving a trail of jism down 
it.
"Momentarily distracted from the lesbian scene, we both looked at his pool 
of spunk solidifying on the sand like a beached invertebrate. He looked a 
bit embarrassed and put his thick cock back in his trunks.
"'you okay?' I asked him.
"'Mmhmm,' he mumbled, looking down. I felt sorry for him and, okay quite 
horny, so I fished out his cock again.
"'I know I'm not as horny as her,' I said, peeling off my top. 'But I really 
need a fuck and your cock looks so good.'
"He had finally stopped looking at Abbi and was now staring at my tits. I 
felt his cock twitch almost reluctantly. That's the good thing about 
teenagers, they can get hard in an instant. He reached forward for my 
breasts, slowly as if he thought they might disappear if he moved too 
quickly. As he grabbed them, he moaned softly. I had no doubt that this was 
his first encounter with a naked woman, and he had imagined the encounter 
many times. I was still rubbing my clit and needed to speed things up. So I 
knelt on all fours and took his cock in my mouth. It twitched again at this 
new experience and I felt it expand in my mouth, pushing me back. After a 
couple of quick bobs of my head, it was back to its impressive full length 
again. I really wasn't up for any foreplay, so I quickly tugged my shorts 
and knickers off. Staying on my knees, I turned around and offered my arse 
up to him.
"'Fuck me, please,' I begged. He eased his cock head in. Even though I was 
very wet by this time, it still needed some guidance and caused some 
discomfort. Like many inexperienced men, he started fucking at full rhythm 
straight away. I wasn't complaining though, I wasn't after subtlety at that 
stage.
"With all the stimulation prior to this, I started coming almost 
immediately. He reached around and inexpertly fumbled with my tits, which 
were swinging below, the nipples grazing the sand. I could feel his big cock 
pushing right up into me and he was pumping frantically.
"'Oh God,' I squealed, louder than I expected. 'I'm coming already.' I was 
biting my lip, looking down at the sand, when suddenly I became aware of a 
pair of feet in front of me. I looked up and there was Abbi, wearing just 
her knickers. The Italian was next to her, with her arm around Abbi's waist. 
They were both looking at us with an air of amusement.
"'Looks like we've got some audience participation,' she said.
"I realised I didn't look particularly good, on all fours, being fucked by a 
teenage boy, and I had so wanted to impress her. I was looking at the 
underneath of her neat breasts, the upturned nipples outlined against the 
blue sky. But what really had my focus were those magnificent legs, 
stretching above me.
"The boy had stopped his movement, and I could feel his cock beginning to 
shrink inside me. I was at the tipping point, caught just before I started 
to come and there was no way I could stop now. I reached behind me, pushed 
him back into me, and bucked my buttocks up against him.
"'I think she needs to come,' Abbi said to the lad, who startled back in to 
his current task, started thrusting into me again. 'Is that better?' she 
asked.
"I nodded, my eyes closed. Abbi stepped closer to have a view of our 
fucking. 'He's got a big cock hasn't he?'
"'Oh, yes,' I said. 'A nice big cock.'
"The Italian also peered over, they were like a pair of doctors doing their 
rounds. She giggled and whispered something to Abbi who said 'go on, I'm 
sure she won't mind.' The Italian then knelt down next to me, with one hand 
started kneading my swinging breasts, and with the other alternated between 
rubbing my clit and stroking the lad's cock as he entered me. This was more 
than both of us could stand and he thrust deep into me, pushing me forward 
as he poured his spunk into me. I was near-delirious by this stage and 
reached out blindly. I grabbed Abbi's calves with both hands and held on 
tightly as wave after wave of orgasm flooded through me. The Italian was 
still rubbing my clit pussy. Her hands were soaking wet with a mixture of 
our love juices. Then with one final grunt and push, the lad finished off 
and collapsed on top of me. I had my face on Abbi's feet, which she 
extracted with a rather disdainful air. Picking the Italian up, she walked 
away, while I lay there exhausted. All I could think about was how pitiful I 
must have looked to someone I thought was cool. That's one of the great and 
bad things about sex - it really strips away pretensions.
"Anyway, Lisa I could do with another drink. All that talk of sex makes me 
thirsty. Do you want to get them in?"
Lisa looked panicked. "Me? Oh God, I can't. Look at me," she said indicating 
her flushed face and neck, and her nipples, which strained against the 
flimsy fabric of her dress. "I think I might be, you know, wet," she said. 
"I can't get up."
"Of course you can. Just go over there and order three drinks. We're sitting 
right here. Go on, Lisa, you know this is part of it."
Lisa gulped, but both Phillip and Dawn knew she was willing. "Okay," she 
said, looking down. "But Phillip, promise me you'll come and rescue me if I 
get too much attention."
"Of course Lisa," Phillip squeezed her hand. "Remember, just enjoy it."
With a deep breath Lisa stood up, patting down here dress. She arched her 
head over he shoulder to look for a wet patch. There was a small one, but 
not very visible in the yellow dress. The movement though had forced her 
breasts forward, and Dawn registered that this had caught the attention of 
two men at the bar who were now waiting for the next development.
Lisa walked to the bar, her breasts jiggling as before, but this time their 
movement pronounced by the pointed nipples that seemed ready to break the 
confines of the dress.
At the bar, she chose an empty spot, but this meant she had to wait to be 
served. All this time the two men had not shifted their gaze from her. She 
was now aware of this and tried to look away. Then, with a word to his 
friend, one of the men walked up to her. Lisa looked worried, but he seemed 
friendly enough. He was about her age, wearing a suit with the current trend 
for short cropped hair. He seemed nervous too, as if he didn't do this sort 
of thing often, but in this instance had felt compelled to.
"Give him a few minutes," Dawn said to Phillip.
They watched as the young man struggled for conversation, with little 
response from Lisa. He had made a valiant attempt to look at her face as he 
spoke, but when she ordered drinks, he allowed himself to stare at her 
breasts.
"Best go and help her," Dawn said. "And Phillip, tease her a bit, okay?"
He grinned and made his way over to Lisa who looked relieved. "Dave here 
wanted to know if I wanted to go clubbing, but I said I was otherwise 
engaged."
The young man stepped back, raising both hands in deference. "Sorry, mate, I 
didn't realise she was with anyone."
"That's alright," nodded Phillip. "I can't really blame you. I keep telling 
her not to dress like this if we're coming out, but she likes to show of her 
body."
Lisa looked angry and about to protest, but Phillip playfully pinched her 
bum and she relaxed. He put his arm around her waist and she cuddled into 
him, playing the role.
"You're a lucky bloke," Dave said, waving his drink in the general direction 
of her chest.
"I know, great set of tits aren't they? She does like to flash them off a 
bit. I say it's not fair on blokes though. I bet you're not wearing any 
knickers either are you darling?"
Lisa was enjoying herself now and shook her head, looking up coyly. "I must 
have forgotten."
Dave looked dumbfounded at this and looked intently at Lisa's crotch area, 
as if he might be able to see through the dress if he tried hard enough.
"It gets her turned on for later, you see," Phillip continued.
Dave managed to look at Phillip. "Oh, right. In that case, give her one for 
me," he joked.
Phillip nodded, "okay, what position do you want me to give her one from you 
in?"
"Oh. Errrm, doggy?" Dave enquired tentatively.
"Okay, she likes that. Lisa, when we're in doggy position tonight, pretend 
it's Dave here, okay?"
"Okay," Lisa smiled sweetly at Dave.
"I don't suppose you want any company tonight do you?" Dave asked, not very 
convincingly.
"No we're okay thanks. You going to wank about her tonight?"
Dave looked around at his friend, seemingly out of his depth in this 
conversation. As he did so, Phillip slid his hand up Lisa's side and lightly 
stroked the side of her breast. She stiffened but didn't move. Phillip now 
gathered some of the dress material, pulling it down over Lisa's breast. She 
stiffened further, but Phillip squeezed her with his arm and she stood 
still. When Dave looked back a third of the dark areola of her left breast 
was peeking out. He just stared at it silently, his face crumpled.
"Give Dave a kiss now Lisa, for being such a good sport. We need to get back 
to our table."
Dave looked relieved, he had lost control of this situation long ago. Lisa 
kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "have a nice wank," in his ear. With 
a coquettish wave, she went back to the table, this time with a brazen 
swagger, which thrust her breasts out in front of her. Dawn grinned at her, 
encouragingly.
She giggled uncontrollably when she had sat down. "I thought he was going to 
faint when you pulled my top down," she said in between greedy gulps from 
her drink.
"Felt good didn't it?" Dawn asked.
Wiping her nose, Lisa nodded then looked Dawn in the eyes and said, "Dawn, 
it felt fantastic. Like I could do anything."
"You can. Liberating isn't it?"
"First of all I was scared. Then when Phillip came over and we started 
playing a game, I felt kind of... empowered."
"Empowered - that's it exactly. That's when you know you're doing it right. 
Mind you I didn't feel particularly empowered after I had been fucked by 
that young lad on the beach."
"Is there more to tell?" Lisa was agitated. "I want to hear as many stories 
as possible. I feel like they're not just entertainment now - they're 
lessons."
Dawn squeezed Phillips knee under the table and he stroked her ankle in 
acknowledgement. "Yes, there's plenty more - thirteen years of them in fact. 
And I want you to hear all of them over the next few months. But for now, 
let's see if I can finish the story of my European trip."
"I can't wait to hear all of them. But before you start, I'm going to adjust 
my skirt so I'm not sitting on it. That way, if I get a little, you know, 
moist, it won't show." She tugged the back of her skirt up, so she was now 
in direct contact with the seat. She laughed at the surprised looks from 
Phillip and Dawn. "You've got to be prepared. If it's like the last story, 
I'll be walking out of here with a big patch on my skirt, looking like I've 
wet myself. Anyway, back to your story Dawn."
"Yes, but you let me know if you're getting too moist there.
"After the session on the beach I went back to work, rather shamefaced. I 
didn't speak to Abbi and she kept smirking at me. The next day we were 
working behind the bar again, she came up to me and said 'Luca wants to see 
us in his office. He's pissed at us leaving the bar unattended yesterday. A 
guest complained.' She was very cool about it.
"'Oh shit,' I said. 'Will he sack us?'
"She smiled and stroked my cheek quite tenderly as if to say 'poor fool.' 
Then she put her hands on my shoulders and gave me a quick appraisal. I was 
wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts. Abbi had on a white cotton blouse and 
some beige cargo shorts. 'Wait here, we need to change,' she said and 
disappeared around the bar to a cupboard.
"She returned waving a top and some shorts at me. 'I always keep these handy 
in case of emergencies.' I didn't know what emergencies she had in mind. The 
shorts were very small and made of a blue satin-lycra type material. 'These 
are my fuck-me pants. No offence, but these probably wouldn't fit you. They 
don't fit me really.' She was a bit skinnier than I was, but I thought it a 
bit egotistical to mention it. She gave a quick look around, and seeing it 
deserted, she quickly pulled her shorts down. She wasn't wearing any 
knickers so I had a nice view of her arse again. She pulled on the tiny 
shorts, which resisted as she tugged them up. Eventually she had them over 
her bum, the fabric seemingly moulded to her. She bent down and looked back 
at me, 'what do you think?'
"I was loathe to indulge her ego, but I had to admit her bum screamed to be 
touched. The shorts made it a neat package that protruded towards me. I 
wanted to slap it and stroke it. 'I, errr..' I mumbled.
"'Yep, thought so,' she said, standing up. 'Now you have the top so between 
us we should be drop dead. I'll make an adjustment to mine.' Another quick 
look around and she unbuttoned her top. She wasn't wearing a bra either, and 
she opened her top fully to flash me those lovely breasts again. Then she 
tied the top together in a rough know, just below her breasts.
"'Stop gawping and get your top on,' she commanded. 'Shame we can't do 
anything about those shorts, but never mind.' She thrust the top in my hand. 
It was a blue and white check blouse, with an elasticated waist. 'You'll 
need to take your bra off,' she said.
I pulled my t-shirt off and ducking down behind the bar undid my bra. Abbi 
snorted, 'you weren't this shy yesterday.' I put the top on. The waistband 
was just below my breasts, so my belly was exposed. There were only four 
buttons in the front. Abbi was smaller than me in the chest area, and I had 
to push my breasts in around the side. The second button was a struggle, the 
third one barely held and the fourth one wouldn't do up at all. My breasts 
were spilling out of it.
"'Fantastic,' Abbi declared dryly. 'That's some tits you've got there. Just 
follow my lead once we're in there." As we waited outside she said, 'by the 
way, I don't fuck blokes, so if there's any of that you'll have to do it. 
You don't mind do you?'
"'Hold on,' I said, 'I don't just fuck anyone.'
"'Just young boys is it?' she sneered.
"'That was different. I was turned on by, you know...'
"'Spying on me. So you really wanted me to fuck you did you?'
"'Yes, no, it was just...'
"'Come in,' Luca called and we both went in, looking angrily at each other.
He was sitting behind a desk in a humid office. He didn't look at us for 
ages, just carried on reading a document and smoking. We stood in front of 
him. It was just like being sent to see the headteacher. Abbi must have 
thought the same because she nudged me and I could see she was struggling 
not to laugh. That started me off, so by the time he looked up we were both 
smirking and feeling playful.
"'Do you know why I've called you here?' He tried to remain the gravity he 
felt the situation merited, but he was clearly put off by having two sexy 
women in front of him. His eyes flashed in surprise at Abbi, and in a 
fluster, he turned to me, and stammered over his words as he registered the 
amount of breast on display.
"'I can't have the bar left unattended,' he managed to say, now looking down 
at his desk. 'I don't want to be a tough boss, so if you have to go to the 
toilet or something, that is fine, but there was no-one there for an hour 
yesterday. I can easily get other staff if you mess me around. Have you got 
an explanation?'
"Abbi stepped forward and leant over his desk. 'Oh, Luca, we're so sorry. We 
needed to buy some new clothes for a night out.'
"He looked up and was confronted by a view down Abbi's top, her swaying 
breasts clearly visible. 'I bought these shorts,' she continued. 'Do you 
like them?' She turned around and gave him the same view of her bum that she 
had given me. Luca seemed stricken, clutching the edge of his chair as if 
her arse might physically attack him. 'And Dawn bought this top. Do you like 
it? I said to her it was too tight for her big tits, but she likes it like 
that. Naughty isn't she?'
"I stepped forward at this point and Abbi stood next to me. I pushed my 
chest forward and felt the material slip down a little. The top of my nipple 
began to poke out. Abbi pointed to it and said, 'she wants to wear it behind 
the bar. But I don't think she should do you Luca. Look her tits are about 
to burst out and we don't want that do we?'
"At this point Luca gave up, 'yes,' he moaned.
"'Yes, what?' Abbi teased him. 'Yes, she should wear it behind the bar, or 
we do want her tits to burst out?'
"He now unzipped his trousers and put his hand inside and started rubbing 
himself. 'Yes I want her tits to burst out,' he pleaded.
"Abbi nodded and undid the top button, which sprang apart with relief. My 
nipples were now both half-visible out of the top. 'Oooh,' Abbi said. 'Here 
come those tits Luca. Are you wanking yourself there? Get it out. We don't 
mind seeing a cock do we Dawn?' Then she undid the next button and the right 
hand side of the top peeled open to fully expose that breast. 'Look at that 
lovely nipple Luca. I think I might have to suck it. Shall I?'
"'Oh God, yes,' he said, now wanking his exposed cock vigorously. Abbi leant 
forward and took my nipple in her mouth, sucking softly, looking up at me 
with a playful flutter of her eyes. I reached around to cradle her tight 
arse. She pulled away and said, 'Shall we undo the last button and see these 
lovely tits in full?'
"'God, just do it. I'm going to come.'
"Abbi undid the last button and pulled the top apart. 'They are nice,' she 
said appreciatively. 'Sorry, Luca, I think I'm going to have to fuck her, 
right here in your office. You don't mind do you?'
"Luca just grunted. Abbi snogged me then, pushing her tongue in my mouth. 
She was fondling my breasts roughly and pushing her thigh up into my groin. 
Then her hand went into my shorts and found its way to my moist pussy. She 
slipped her finger in and started working it around. I moaned and tugged at 
the knot on her top to reveal her tits.
"'Do you want me to fuck you?' Abbi whispered in my ear.
"'Yes,' I moaned, rubbing her breasts. Her areolae contracted to two small 
swirls. I kissed them lovingly. 'Are you sure you don't want Luca's cock?' 
she teased me.
"'No,' I kissed her again. 'I want you to fuck me Abbi. Please fuck me.'
"She pushed me on to the desk and pulled my shorts and knickers off. She 
spread my legs and started licking my clitoris while finger fucking me. I 
had never done anything like this with a girl before and I always thought it 
would disgust me, but I have to say she was fantastic. I had my feet up on 
the corners of the desk and my back raised up as I bucked under her expert 
technique. I was vaguely aware of Luca standing above me, wanking and 
rubbing my tits. Just when I was about to come, Abbi stopped and climbed on 
top of me. She guided Luca's cock towards my mouth and we both put our lips 
around its side, so we were kissing across his prick. We moved our mouths up 
and down its length, like some bizarre musical instrument. This was more 
than he could stand and with a shove that broke our contact, he sent a jet 
of spunk across the room. Abbi pulled away and guided his cock onto my tits, 
wiping the sperm across the nipples. Then she pushed him away, discarding 
his used member. She climbed up onto my face then, positioning her naked 
pussy above my mouth. She was very athletic to hold that pose on the desk.
"I had never done this before, but dived in. I thought it might taste 
revolting, but she tasted sweet. I licked her clit as she had done mine, and 
slipped in one, then two and finally three fingers into her pussy. She 
bobbed up and down, stroking my hair. I continued like this for a few 
minutes and thought I couldn't carry on much longer when she gripped the 
back of my head and thrust it into her pussy. She ground down on my face and 
I felt her grip tighten, and she said quickly, 'that's it, that's it, that's 
it.' Then with a long quiver, she released me and fell back, panting.
"After a few minutes she got off me, and picked up her clothes. Luca was 
sitting back in his chair, wiping his forehead. 'So, Luca have we still got 
our jobs?'
"'Yes, of course.'
"'Then you won't mind if we take the afternoon off to get on with some 
serious fucking will you? You can look after the bar.'
"She pulled me up and I put on my clothes as we left the room before Luca 
could answer. I went to wipe the jism off my chest, but Abbi grabbed my 
hand. 'I'll lick that off later. Besides, I want everyone to know you've 
just been fucked. You're beautiful when you've just been fucked do you know 
that?'
"She dragged me through the hotel, with a few people staring after us as we 
were both half-naked and dishevelled. We went to her flat and spent all 
afternoon and night making love, over and over. She knew I was a novice at 
lesbianism and taught me all these techniques. I realized an important 
difference between having sex with men and women. With men, it's all about 
the orgasm, but not so with another woman. We spent hours playing with each 
other, without coming. Then we would build up to it, but it was mixed up, a 
sort of continual sensual experience rather than one or two peaks. And of 
course, women can go for much longer than a man. I think that's why my 
favourite is to make love to a man and a woman at the same time. You get 
that intensity from the man and also the longevity from the woman.
"Anyway, that was the start of a four week relationship. I moved in with her 
that day. I never got to go to Germany in the end, although that had been 
the main aim of my trip. I went to Germany the following summer and met 
another girl, Nadia, there, who had the most magnificent tits the world has 
ever seen. That was a very different relationship from the one I had with 
Abbi.  Nadia was soft and loving, and we're still in contact. Abbi wasn't 
like that all, she was a fascinating person, by turns cruel, tender, funny 
and serious. I think she was one of those people who are a bit fucked up by 
being so attractive - they don't know how to relate to people normally. She 
also had a strange fixation with seeing me get fucked by men, but she would 
never do that. She liked me to do it, as if she was doing it by proxy. Luca 
would occasionally call us up to his office for a repeat performance. He 
never tried to fuck us, just wanked while we fucked each other. It meant we 
got away with murder in the bar.
"I probably fucked about ten blokes over that four week period, nearly all 
with Abbi present. I would have been happy with just her, and I think she 
was loyal to me, but it was if she needed me to have sex with men to prove 
that it wasn't serious. , but I won't tell you all of them. There are a 
couple worth hearing though, but I think we need to be getting going now. 
Are you moist by the way Lisa?"
"Absolutely soaking," she said and then, without looking up, "can I stay 
with you guys tonight?"
"You know what that means don't you?"
"Yes."
"Say it then."
"It means you will both fuck me." Lisa held Dawn's gaze at this point. "And 
that's what I want. I'm so horny. I really need to be fucked Dawn."
"Well you could always go home with those two blokes at the bar if you want 
to get a good fucking."
"No, it's you and Phillip I want. And I know you want me too."
"Show me your pussy," Dawn said.
Without hesitation, Lisa lifted her skirt under the table. Dawn and Phillip 
peered over the table to see her neatly trimmed brown bush.
"Come on you guys, please."
"Okay," Dawn acquiesced. "Let's go."

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