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From: Anthony Comstock <anthony.comstock.1915@gmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Friends and Lovers: MF, FF, FFM, cheating
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Date: Sat, 07 Jun 2008 09:10:03 -0400
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Well, this is my first foray into the erotica genre.  It's pretty bad, 
but here it is.  

Friends And Lovers

Movie night with Marinda and Matt.  

Ling found her room mate's boyfriend almost irresistibly sexy.  This was 
a problem, since she didn't have a boyfriend of her own right now.   She 
didn't even think his name anymore, since he'd kicked her to the curb.  
She just called him Asshole.  She hadn't had a man in almost six months, 
and now she was going to spend several hours in the company of Marinda's 
tall, buff, Italian boyfriend.  She knew she was going to be wet and in 
a state of rut all night, and she would need to masturbate to orgasm in 
order to get to sleep tonight.  

The sexual tension between Ling and Matt had been building for months, 
though apparently Marinda hadn't noticed yet.  Or if she had then she 
hadn't said anything.  Ling almost wanted to masturbate before going out 
tonight, but she didn't.  It would take up time she didn't have, and 
probably wouldn't do any good anyway.  She needed a dick, not a dildo.  

As she stepped out of the shower she asked herself, sexy or demure?  
What the hell.  Sexy.  If she's going to be sexually frustrated then so 
should everyone else.  First, she scented herself with a pheromone 
infused perfume called "Irresistible Love".  It should have been called 
"Justifiable Rape" and sold only by prescription.  She put on little 
lacy thong panties, a pair of tight black short-shorts that perfectly 
highlighted her ass as well as showing off her legs, and a jade green 
silk backless tie-on top which highlighted her pert B-cups as much as 
covering them.  No bra.  She didn't need one.  The fabric of the loose 
but clingy top fell like a waterfall off of her breasts, and showed the 
outline of her large nipples.  The lightness of the silk made her feel 
as if she was wearing nothing at all, except for the occasional feather 
light touch of the cloth itself.  She finished off with a jade necklace 
and ear rings, and pair of green pumps that matched the top.  Then she 
brushed out her black, bob-cut hair, which neatly framed her face.  

She looked at herself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door:  
4'11" of pure Asian sex machine.  

She heard a key in the lock, the door opened a crack, and a male voice 
called out "Man on the floor!"

That would be Matt.  Marinda should have been home already, but she was 
running late.  

"Hi there," She called out.  "Marinda's not here yet."  

"I know.  She called me to say she hadn't even left work yet, so she'll 
be at least a couple of hours, and probably longer."  

"So did she want to cancel tonight?"  

"Nah, she just said we could chill here, and catch the late show when 
she's done.  She'll call when she gets out."  

He looked her over, his eyes showing a quickly hidden look of desire.  
"Lookin' good, short stuff."  

She made a show of looking him up and down.  He was an olive skinned, 
dark haired, hazel eyed Italian Stallion.  He wore red golf shirt, 
nicely filled out jeans with a growing bulge in the front, cross 
trainers, and a Rolex Submariner.  He was a very intelligent man, and 
looked kind of geeky, but he played on a rugby league, and she knew that 
under those clothes was the hard body of a rugby player.  Marinda had 
bragged to her about how well hung he was, and several times complained 
about not being able to walk comfortably after a particularly vigorous 
sex session with him, so she knew what was going on behind that bulge in 
his pants as well.  The sight of him made her pussy feel warm.  

"Thanks." She replied.  "You're looking pretty good yourself."  

She turned toward the kitchen.  

"Would you like a beer, or a glass of wine?"  She asked.  

"A beer, please."  He said.  

What the hell was she thinking?  This was her best friend's boyfriend.  
She shouldn't be getting hot over him.  It just wasn't right.  Best 
friends didn't do that to each other.  Yet, if Marinda didn't get home 
soon she wasn't sure she could control herself.  She might not be able 
to keep her hands off of him.  In fact, what she wanted most of all 
right now was to put her hands on him.  All over him.  Especially his 
dick.  And not just her hands.  

Matt watched her as she walked into the kitchen.  He especially watched 
the way her ass moved in her painted-on short-shorts.  She was pretty, 
she was sweet, and she could hold up her end of a conversation.  He 
sometimes wondered what might have happened if he had met her first 
instead of Marinda.  He'd always thought she was cute, but the way that 
top clung to her breasts made his pulse race.  He loved redheads, like 
Marinda, but something about this little tiny China doll really turned 
him on.  As she bent over the 'fridge and reached in to grab a couple of 
beers the side of her top fell open and gave him a great side view of 
her tits.  How he would love to suck those nipples!  

He looked away as she stood up to open the beers.  As she came into the 
living room he turned to sit on the couch in front of the television.  
He sat down carefully, acutely aware of the growing pressure in the 
front of his pants.  

Not good, he thought.  This woman was his girlfriend's best friend.  
Getting a hard-on for her was bad.  Very bad.  

Nearly as tall sitting down as she was standing up, he got a great view 
of the way to top clung to her tits as she handed him his beer.  She 
stepped just a little too close to him as she did.  He knew she caught 
him looking at her tits.  Again he looked away.  

He hoped Marinda got home soon, otherwise he might not be able to keep 
his hands off of her room mate.  He had to do something to take his mind 
off of just how much he wanted to suck her tits, put his hands on her 
ass, and feel her mouth on his dick.  

He took a pull off of his beer, and Ling did the same.  

Ling looked at him.  She knew she'd stepped in way too close to hand him 
his beer.  She might as well have just pushed her tits into his face.  
Why did she do that?  She saw the way he looked at her tits and then 
looked away.  She glanced away.  She looked at the time, looked at the 
turned-off television, looked at the case full of books, wanted to look 
anywhere but at him.  He shifted uncomfortably, and she glanced at the 
incipient pants tent he was beginning to sport.  He wanted her, and she 
knew it.  Could he want her as badly as she wanted him?  She doubted it.  

"So.  Do you want to watch some TV, or play a game?"  She asked, forcing 
herself to look at his face.  

It didn't help.  His eyes spoke volumes when he looked at her, and that 
excited her as much as everything else about him.  She could feel the 
warmth in her pussy turning into wetness.  

"There isn't anything on that I haven't already seen a hundred times.  
How about a game?"  

"Sure."  

She turned on the television, turned on the game box, grabbed the 
controllers, and sat next to Matt on the couch.  Closer than she had 
been before. The box had loaded a fight game they'd been playing a 
couple of days before.  Marinda, Matt, and Ling had a mini tournament to 
see who was best, and Ling had kicked both of their asses.  They'd both 
been hot for each other then, too, and both of them knew it.  

Marinda thought Matt had been hot for her that night, but Ling knew 
better.  After playing games, Marinda and Matt went to Marinda's 
bedroom, and Matt gave her a pussy reaming of legendary proportions, 
leaving Ling to masturbate to the sounds of their lovemaking.  Marinda 
was a screamer, and she'd been in full voice that night.  She'd had 
trouble walking the next morning.  

Ling just couldn't get her game on tonight.  Matt kept beating her, 
almost with ease.  As they  played she had unconsciously moved closer 
and closer to him until their thighs were touching.  

Ling dropped the controller on the coffee table in disgust, and flopped 
backwards on the couch, her arms at her sides.  She sat on Matt's right, 
and her left hand fell across his leg coming dangerously close to his 
crotch.  In her leaned back position the silk of her shirt settled over 
her breasts, and showed every curve and rise in delightful detail, yet 
tantalizingly hidden.  Matt didn't fail to notice this as he twisted to 
look at her.  

"You okay?"  He asked.  "I just beat you five times in a row.  I've 
never beaten you five times in a row.  You feeling alright?"  

"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied.  

She raised her arms up and ran her fingers through her hair.  

"I'm just, I don't know, distracted, I guess."  She said.  

She pulled her arms down and sat up again, moving her hands to her lap.  
Her right hand began to lightly stroke her crotch, as if it had a mind 
of its own.  

"Distracted by me?"  He asked.  

She looked at him, then down at his crotch.  

"Yes, by you."  

Almost on impulse, she reached over and put her hand on the bulge in his 
pants.  

"By this."  She said softly.  

She closed her eyes a moment and took a breath.  The feeling of his 
crotch sent a thrill through her that went straight to her pussy, which 
suddenly became wet enough she could feel it soaking into her pants.  
Might as well drag it into the open, she thought.  With her face 
flushing, and her pulse pounding in her ears she continued.  

"I want you."  She said.  "I've wanted you for a long time."  

Matt's breathing grew quick and heavy.  His eyes kept moving from her 
face to her tits and back again.  

"I want you too."  He said quietly.  

He gently cupped her left breast.  His touch sent a wave of excitement 
through Ling, and she took a small quick breath.  His fingers instantly 
found her hard nipple, and Ling gasped as he started to roll it between 
thumb and forefinger, bit her lip softly, and stifled a moan.    

She opened her eyes and looked at him, her breath coming in ragged 
gasps.  She knew exactly what she was about to do: she was about to fuck 
her best friend's boyfriend.  Part of her knew it was wrong, and another 
part of her didn't care that it was wrong.  Yet a third part of her was 
excited because it was wrong and involved the thrill of danger.  

She twisted in her seat, threw her leg over him, and sat in his lap, 
straddling him.  His arms went around her, and his hands rubbed up and 
down the soft, smooth skin of her back as she leaned in to kiss him, 
putting her arms around his neck.  The passion of their lips meeting 
sent a wave of pleasure through her.  The thought that her pussy was 
separated from his dick by only a couple of thin layers of cloth excited 
her all the more.  

She started to grind on him in time to the videogame music still playing 
on the television.  Almost by accident she found where the zipper of his 
jeans rubbed just perfectly on her pussy.  He ran his hands up and down 
her back, stroked the back of her neck, and ran his fingers through her 
hair.  She continued to ride him until the music started to reach its 
climax.  She rode him faster and faster, and then leaned back, took his 
hands in hers, and placed them on her breasts.  Her nipples were on fire 
at his touch.  He gently pinched and rolled them.  She threw her head 
back and rode him yet faster.  He rolled her nipples harder.  A shudder 
passed through her body, and she let out a little cry as she had an 
orgasm.  

After a few shuddering breaths she collapsed onto Matt, her face in his 
chest.  She lay there for a few moments until he gently lifted her head 
and brought her lips to his again.  He lifted her up, tilted her head 
back, and started kissing her throat and her neck.  He ran his tongue 
along her jaw line, which gave her another shudder.  

She kissed him again, and then got up.  Her juices had soaked through 
her shorts, and left a conspicuous wet spot on the front of his jeans.  
She took his hands and pulled him up from the couch, kissing him some 
more in the process.  She had to get him out of his clothes and have 
him, and she had to do it now!  

She began to untie the neck of her shirt as she walked toward the 
hallway to the bedrooms.  She let the front of the shirt fall, and began 
to slip the waistband up over her head.  When she got to the hallway she 
turned around and cupped her now naked breasts, giving Matt that 
unmistakable come-hither look.  

Matt hesitated for a moment.  There was still time to back out.  He 
hadn't gone past the point of no return yet.  They'd only made out, they 
hadn't actually had sex.  Yet.  Could he really screw his girlfriend's 
best friend.  Not only could he, but he was not more than a couple of 
minutes from doing exactly that.  Would he?  He could leave now, go back 
to his place, and they could pretend the whole thing had never happened.  
Chalk it up to a moment's weakness between two horny people irresistibly 
drawn to each other.  

But Ling filled him with desire.  The feel of her breasts through the 
silk shirt made him want her.  The feel of her tiny, lithe body rubbing 
against his made him want her more.  The sight of those beautiful, 
round, perky breasts with their large fully erect nipples made him want 
her still more.  

He started to walk toward her as she headed further toward the bedroom, 
and began to take his shirt off over his head.  Ling stopped in the 
middle of the bedroom as he reached the door.  She unzipped her shorts, 
worked them past her hips, then with her back to him she slowly bent 
over at the waist, and pulled them down to her ankles.  As she bent over 
her outer labia peeked between her legs, and at the sight, Matt just 
wanted to touch them.  

Yes, he thought, he's going to fuck his girlfriend's best friend.  There 
was no turning back now.  Just once wouldn't hurt.  Marinda would call 
when she got off of work, and that would give them time to clean up.  
All thought left his mind as Ling stepped up to him, put her arms around 
him, and began to suck and nibble on his left nipple.  

With her left hand she undid his zipper and the button of his jeans.  
His hard-on strained at the fabric of his boxers, which poked out of his 
now open pants.  He kicked off his shoes as he ran his fingers through 
her hair, and stroked the contour of her back down to her tight little 
ass.  She ran her tongue down the six-pack of his abs, and began to pull 
his pants down.  As his boxers cleared his penis it sprang forth at full 
attention.  Impressed at the size of the organ, Ling drew back and 
looked at it wide eyed.  Slowly she caressed it, then she gently kissed 
the tip, and drew its head into her mouth.  Matt had a big dick and Ling 
had a small mouth, so the head was all she could fit.  His dick 
obligingly produced a drop of fluid, which Ling happily licked up.  

Just as Matt thought he couldn't stand it anymore Ling stood up, took 
him by his hands, and led him to her bed.  She lay down on the bed with 
her legs spread and drew him toward her.  He settled himself between her 
legs and, as he'd wanted to ever since he saw her at the door, he began 
to suck on her nipples.  The touch of his tongue sent a sensation 
through her that went straight to her pussy.  He gave her nipples 
attention with his lips and teeth, and her breath grew ragged as she let 
out gasps of pleasure.  

He kissed and nibbled his way down her belly, and started stroking the 
insides of her thighs.  She gasped and moaned in reward to his efforts.  
He ran his fingers through the sparse, dark hair framing her engorged 
labia, and she thrusted softly against his hand.  Her pussy lips 
glistened with wetness, as he spread them apart to expos her erect 
clitoris.  He moved his head slowly down toward her pussy, just brushing 
her pubic hair for a few seconds.  Ling's whole body tensed in 
anticipation.  

He pointed his tongue, and gave her clitoris the lightest of feather 
light flicks.  Her whole body jerked at the explosion of sensation.  He 
slowly ran his tongue up and down her slit, and at the top of each 
stroke just brushed her clit.  She thrusted into his tongue faster and 
faster as her tension built.  He put a finger into her pussy and 
massaged her G-spot in time to her thrusting.  
She arched her back, and her body shuddered again and again as she had a 
succession of small orgasms that, rather than relieving her tension, 
only heightened it.  

She put her hands to the sides of his head and began to pull him up onto 
her.  

"Please, Matt.  Now!  Please!"  She implored him.  

His dick was practically bursting at the thought of him putting it into 
her hot wetness, but he hesitated.  

"Please!  Now!"  She cried again.  

"Um..."  

She lifted her head and looked at him.  

"What?"  She said in a worried tone of voice.  Had Marinda called?  That 
would suck.  Bad.  

Then he uttered those five fatal words: 

"Do you have a condom?"  

She let her head flop back onto the bed, almost crying with frustration.  

"Ugh!  A condom."  

"Yeah.  Not that I've had much practice at this kind of thing, but I've 
thought about it.  Only Marinda gets the real deal.  Everyone else gets 
latex.  Even you."  

That made sense.  If she was going to screw her best friend's boyfriend 
she might as well at least use a condom.  One of the few good things 
Asshole did for her was leave her well supplied. 

"My night table.  Top drawer." 

Matt reached over, opened the drawer, and pulled out an open box of 
Magnum brand condoms.  His eyebrows raised up.  

"You like big guys, do you?"  

She grabbed the box away from him, pulled out a condom and started 
opening the wrapper.  

"My ex-boyfriend wasn't big, he just thought he was.  These things kept 
slipping off of him and he'd have to fish them out of me.  But they 
should fit you just fine."  

She slipped the condom on the head of his penis and unrolled it down the 
shaft.  She ran out of condom just before he ran out of dick.  Then she 
grabbed his dick with both hands and pulled it toward her pussy.  She 
put the head into her labia, wrapped her legs around him and pushed him 
into herself.  As he entered her a wave of pleasure washed over her 
inspiring a deep, throaty moan.  Matt started gently thrusting into her, 
a little deeper with each stroke, letting her pussy expand to take him 
in until he was able to plunge his full shaft into her.  

He lay on top of her, thrusting in a nice slow rhythm, and began 
nibbling on her earlobe and kissing her neck.  As her ardor built she 
urged him faster until he was pounding in and out of her.  He pulled her 
earlobe into his mouth and gently bit it.  This, combined with the 
feeling of his dick filling her up sent her over the edge, and she 
exploded into an orgasm.  Her pussy and pelvic muscles twitched and 
pumped Matt's dick.  She cried out as wave after wave of pleasure swept 
over her body.  

Ling's cries sent Matt over the edge, and he came in great pulses, with 
his own grunts of pleasure.  Again and again he spurted forth.  Even 
after he was spent he kept slowly thrusting into Ling as she wrapped her 
arms around his neck and held him close.  In the lingering afterglow 
neither of them wanted to let go, but they knew they must.  


"What the hell is going on in here?"  A voice from the door asked.  

The voice belonged to Marinda.  

She stood in the doorway of the bedroom wearing the gray pinstripe skirt 
suit she'd worn to work that morning, her fiery red hair tied back in a 
neat ponytail, and her briefcase hanging from a strap over her right 
shoulder.  She had the front of her shirt open in a most unbusinesslike 
way, which showed her cleavage, and showed off her voluptuous hourglass 
figure.  The incredulous look on her face, the spray of freckles across 
her nose and cheekbones darkening as her color rose, and her hands 
clenched into fists told Matt and Ling they were about to have to deal 
with 5'11" of pissed off redhead.  

They both looked at her with "oh shit" looks on their faces.  

"No, don't tell me, I can see for myself!"  

Well wasn't this just wonderful, Marinda thought.  After the day she'd 
had now she comes home to find her best friend and her boyfriend fucking 
each other    The betrayal!  This man who she thought was the love of 
her life, and the best friend she'd known and loved most of her life 
both betraying her with each other!  

"Get out!"  She yelled, dropping her briefcase.  "Matt!  Get the fuck 
out!  NOW!"  

He grabbed his pants and started stumbling as he tried to put them on 
while running out the door, without stopping to take off the full condom 
hanging from his dick.  

"And you!"  She said to Ling.  "How could you?  As long as we've been 
friends, how could you!"  

Tears started to well in Ling's eyes.  

"I'm sorry."  

"You're sorry?  You're sorry!"  Her voice rose in a crescendo.  

"You think you can fuck my boyfriend then just say you're sorry?  Sorry 
doesn't cut it!  I've helped you, I've held you while you cried, I've 
cried with you, I've even tried to help you get over Asshole, and this 
is how you repay me?  By fucking my boyfriend!"  

She put her hands to her face and took a breath.  

"Ugh!  I need a beer!"  

She turned on her heal and walked out of the bedroom door.  She kicked 
her shoes off into her own bedroom as she passed the door, then she 
yanked the scrunchie out of her hair and threw that after the shoes.  
She ran her fingers through her hair and shook it free of her ponytail.  

Ling followed her, tears streaming down her face, and caught up with her 
where the hallway met the living room.  

"Marinda, I'm sorry!  I don't know what came over me!"  

"Dammit, Ling!  Leave me alone for a few minutes and let me cool down 
before my redheaded temper gets the better of me!"  

"But Marinda, please..."  

She stepped toward Marinda and touched her arm.  Marinda slapped her 
full in the face.  Hard.  The force of the blow knocked the smaller 
woman against the wall, and she fell to the floor stunned.  

Marinda was about to say something particularly biting, but the sight of 
Ling lying nude in a stunned heap on the floor brought an image into her 
mind.  

Sixth grade.  Her first year in middle school.  She was tall for her age 
even then.  

Several older girls surrounded a tiny Asian girl in the school 
courtyard, backing her up against a wall.  

"Little chink bitch.  You people come over here and steal jobs from hard 
working 'Muricans.  You ain't gonna get away with it this time."  

A thunderous slap.  The force of the blow knocked her into the wall, and 
the tiny Asian girl lay stunned on the ground.  She looked so helpless.  
Marinda felt somehow drawn to help her.  The older girl who had slapped 
her drew back her leg to kick her as well, and that's when Marinda 
pushed her hard from behind.  Her kick connected with the ground short 
of Ling's face, the older girl tripped over her, and fell face first 
into the wall.  

One of the older girl's friends rushed Marinda, and Marinda punched her 
in the nose.  She fell to the ground holding her nose and crying.  The 
other two older girls stood where they were, fists clenched and looked 
menacingly in Marinda's direction.  

"Who else wants some?"  Marinda said, threateningly.  "This how you get 
your kicks?  Beating up kids half your size?"  

She reached down with one hand, keeping her eyes on the two other girls, 
and pulled the smaller girl to her feet.  Then she led her to the school 
nurse's office.  

"What's your name?"  She asked.  

"My name Ling."  The smaller girl said in heavily accented English.  

All of them got suspended for fighting in school.  Marinda and Ling 
spent most of their suspension together, and had been almost inseparable 
ever since.  

Marinda looked down at the nude and stunned form of Ling on the floor.  
She looked as tiny and helpless now as she did then.  With a gasp 
Marinda started to cry, and she got down on the floor and cradled Ling.  

"I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!" 
She cried.  

Ling put her arms around Marinda, and they rocked together, both sobbing 
uncontrollably.  

Marinda looked at Ling's face and saw the reddening mark where her slap 
had connected.  She started to kiss the area like a mother kissing away 
her child's hurt.  She kissed around it several times, and kissed some 
of the tears off of Ling's face.  On impulse Ling turned and kissed her 
back, on the lips.  

It was like an electric shock for both of them.  

They drew back and looked at each other, both of them breathing heavily.  
Marinda kissed Ling on the lips, more deliberately this time.  Again it 
was like an electric shock.  Again they drew apart and looked at each 
other.  

Marinda leaned into Ling with her mouth open, and met Ling's open mouth 
in return.  Ling's deliciously soft lips caressed her own, and gave her 
a feeling of warmth that displaced her earlier anger.  They spent 
several moments exploring each other's lips and tongues, and drew apart 
again.  

"Oh my God."  Marinda said.  

"Yeah."  Ling replied.  

As long as they'd known each other they'd been physically affectionate.  
It just seemed like the most natural thing in the world for them.  The 
were always touching each other.  They would cuddle together while 
watching videos.  When they went to clubs or parties Ling would often 
sit in Marinda's lap.  When they first had this apartment together, and 
only one bed, they thought nothing of both sleeping in it, and even 
spooned together in bed.  Sometimes they even held hands.  

This was different.  

Ling realized that after Asshole left her, when she could hear Matt and 
Marinda having sex in the next room, what excited her most, excited her 
to the point of needing to masturbate to relieve the frustration, wasn't 
simply the idea that they were having sex, but the sounds of Marinda's 
cries of passion.  Now she wanted to not only hear those cries, but to 
be the cause of them.  

While Marinda had never considered their physical affection sexual, now 
she felt warmth and wetness between her legs, and she wanted nothing 
more than to be naked and feel her skin against Ling's.  

She pulled Ling close and kissed her more, and more passionately.  She 
stood up and pulled Ling to her feet, and they walked into Marinda's 
bedroom, still kissing.  As they walked toward the bed Marinda began 
tugging at the buttons on her blouse.  Ling clumsily but 
enthusiastically helped her with this.  She shrugged her shirt off onto 
the floor, and Ling undid the front closure of her bra.  As the bra came 
off her D-cups swung free, and her large, puffy nipples sprang up.  

They embraced, and Ling's face fell naturally under Marinda's chin, 
where Ling started kissing her.  Marinda leaned her face down, and 
kissed Ling on the lips more, putting her fingers in Ling's hair, 
holding her head in both hands, and delicately exploring her mouth.  She 
reached behind herself with one hand and tried, ineffectually to unzip 
her skirt.  Ling, with her hands already behind Marinda, helped her 
unzip the skirt and let it drop.  

They spent several minutes standing there next to Marinda's bed, 
embracing with their hands running up and down each other's bodies, 
becoming more passionate all the time.  Ling squeezed Marinda's firm, 
round ass through her panties, then put her fingers under the waistband 
and pulled the panties down to her knees, where Marinda wiggled out of 
them and let them fall on top of the skirt.  

Marinda picked Ling up, and tenderly lay her down on the bed, then lay 
down beside her on her back, drawing Ling into her embrace, exploring 
Ling's body with her hands.  Ling nuzzled and kissed her neck, and 
caressed her breasts with one hand.  She teased and gently rolled one of 
Marinda's nipples between her fingers, which brought a moan of pleasure 
from the larger woman.  

Ling didn't have any experience having sex with another woman, but she 
knew what she liked done to her, so she did that to Marinda.  Marinda 
embraced Ling with her left arm, and with her right hand she began to 
stroke Ling's pussy.  

Ling moved down and began to nibble and suck Marinda's nipples, and with 
her left hand stroked down Marinda's abdomen, and lightly ran her 
fingers along her inner thighs.  Marinda gave a quick intake of breath 
at the sensations of pleasure this gave her.  

Marinda's pussy, lased hairless, ached to be touched.  When Ling ever so 
gently ran her fingers over the smooth outer lips a thrill went through 
Marinda that caused her already wet pussy to become dripping wet.  Ling 
ran her finger up and down Marinda's slit, spreading her juices over her 
pussy, as she began to kiss her way down her belly.  

Marinda spread her legs wide to allow Ling maximum access.  Ling took 
advantage of this, and gently parted her labia.  She gently touched 
Marinda's clitoris, and her whole body jumped in response.  

Ling slowly moved her face closer to Marinda's pussy.  This was the 
closest she'd ever been to another woman's pussy.  She didn't know how 
she'd react at first, but she found that the warm, musky smell of 
Marinda's pussy excited her.  She ran her tongue slowly around Marinda's 
outer labia, and then up and down her inner labia, culminating with a 
lick to her clitoris, which caused another jerk in her whole body.  She 
ran her tongue up and down the shaft of Marinda's clitoris, and slowly 
put first one, then two, then three fingers into her pussy.  She moved 
her fingers in and out in time to her licks on Marinda's clit.  She 
could feel the tension building in Marinda's body, as Marinda thrust her 
pussy into Ling's mouth in time to her tongue and fingers.  

Marinda pulled her hands up and cupped her breasts.  She squeezed her 
nipples hard, and rolled them between her fingers.  Tension built in her 
to the breaking point and then snapped as a huge orgasm rolled over her 
like a tidal wave.  Following the first, several smaller orgasms flowed 
from one into the next until they built into another huge one.  

Marinda thought about the girl/girl scenes she'd seen while watching 
porn vids with Matt.  She thought the girls looked silly the way they 
seemed to try to have sex without touching each other.  She, on the 
other hand, wanted to touch Ling as much as possible.  Touch her all 
over, everywhere.  

Marinda pulled Ling up and kissed her deeply.  She stroked the smaller 
woman's body with her hands, running her fingers over her nipples.  She 
pulled her own breast over and rubbed her nipple against Ling's, which 
produced a moan from both women.  She rubbed gently down Ling's belly, 
and Ling opened her legs obligingly.  Marinda rubbed her finger up and 
down Ling's slit, and felt the slick wetness inside.  With her legs 
spread wide Ling's clitoris stuck up like a tiny jewel, and Marinda 
stroked it.  Ling threw her head back with a cry.  

Marinda rolled Ling over onto her back, and kissed her neck while 
exploring her pussy with her fingers.  She moved down the tiny Asian's 
body, teasing her large, erect nipples with tongue and teeth.  

"Oh yes!"  Ling cried.  

Marinda put two fingers into Ling's pussy, and rubbed her thumb over her 
clitoris.  She sucked on and gently bit one of her nipples, and she felt 
Ling's insides do flipflops as an orgasm rippled through her.  

"Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"  Ling cried as her body rocked with 
the power of the orgasm.  She relaxed, gasping for air as the orgasm 
left her.  She ran her fingers through Marinda's bright red hair, and 
brought her face up to kiss her some more.  

Marinda rolled over onto her back, and pulled Ling into her embrace.  
The smaller woman nestled into the crook of her arm and rested her head 
on her shoulder, her face nuzzled into Marinda's neck.  She put an arm 
across Marinda's chest and wrapped a leg around Marinda's legs.  They 
lay like this for several minutes, exhausted, simply enjoying the 
feeling of their naked skin lying together.  

Marinda stroked Ling's hair, and touched the livid red mark on her 
cheek.  

"I'm sorry I hit you."  

"I suppose I had it coming.  I shouldn't have fucked Matt."  

"Even so, it was wrong of me, and I'm sorry.  I...."  She took a breath.  
"...I love you, and I never want to hit you ever, ever again."  

There.  She'd said it, and she meant it.  

"I love you too."  Ling replied.  "And I never want to hurt you again."  

They lay silent for a few minutes, and then Marinda giggled.  

"What?"  Ling asked.  

"You know, I knew you were hot for Matt.  If you'd said something about 
it I probably would have shared him with you."  

"Really?"  

"Yes, silly.  I love you and I want you to be happy."  

Ling started to cry quietly.  Marinda caressed her face, and gently 
wiped away her tears.  


"Hello?"  Came a male voice from the hallway.  It was Matt.  

Ling and Marinda looked up at him from the bed.  

"Oh." He said, and started to back off.  "I just came to get my stuff 
and I'll be going."  

Ling and Marinda looked at each other, then as one they got up and 
reached for Matt.  

"Come here, you."  Marinda said.  

They pulled him into the bedroom, and Marinda pulled his shirt up over 
his head as Ling started undoing his pants.  Marinda kissed him on the 
lips and gave him her tongue as Ling pulled his pants down to his ankles 
and began licking his freshly washed penis.  He sprang to a full 
erection in about 5 seconds flat.  

Marinda pulled him toward the bed, and pushed him down onto his back.  
She kissed him on the lips again, and started kissing her way down his 
neck and chest as Ling nibbled on his dick.  Marinda kissed her way down 
his belly until she met Ling at his dick.  

Marinda pushed Ling upward toward Matt's face.  

"You had him earlier.  Now it's my turn."  She said with a smile.  

Ling smiled back, and started enthusiastically kissing him, then bending 
over him and placing her nipples into his mouth, which he obligingly 
sucked on.  

Marinda took his dick into her mouth for as much of its length as she 
could manage.  She put as much of her saliva on him as she could and 
made sure he was very wet.  Then she straddled him and ran her pussy 
over his length.  She took his dick in her hands, and guided him into 
herself.  She slowly lowered herself onto him until his entire length 
was inside her vagina, then she started to rock back and forth.  

"Ooooh yeah!" She said as the feeling of him filling her up filled her 
with pleasure.  

Marinda ran her hands over her own body, and then over Ling's and Matt's 
as well.  She cupped and squeesed Ling's ass, and stroked her pussy.  
Ling raised herself up, and started fondling, kissing and nibbling on 
Marinda's nipples.  Matt pulled on one of Marinda's nipples with one 
hand, and explored Ling's pussy with the other.  He pulled Ling around 
and had her straddle his face.  She pulled Marinda toward herself and 
kissed her furiously as Matt tongued her clitoris.  

As Marinda got close to an orgasm she arched her back, and put her tits 
in Ling's face.  Ling gently bit one nipple and rolled the other between 
thumb and forefinger as Marinda ran her fingers through Ling's hair, 
bunched her hands up in it and unconsciously pulled.  Matt put a finger 
into Ling's pussy.  This sent all of them into orbit.  With a cry, 
Marinda started to come.  As she orgasmed her insides clinched up on 
Matt's dick, which sent him over the edge, and he erupted like a 
volcano, emptying his balls into Marinda's pussy.  Matt's tongue on her 
clit, his fingers in her pussy, and Marinda's hands in her hair sent 
Ling over the edge and she started to come.  They all built on each 
other like feedback, which turned into a mindblower of a simultaneous 
orgasm.  

After coming together, they all collapsed into a heap.  After catching 
their breath, Marinda lay down next to Matt and insinuated herself under 
his right arm, and Ling insinuated herself under his left.  They lay 
like this for some time, recovering.  

Marinda finally broke the silence.  

"Matt, do you think you could divide up your attention between us?"  

"I think so.  I'd certainly like to try."  He replied.  

"Do you think you can keep up with both of us?"  Ling asked.  

"I don't know, but I'll definitely try.  You might kill me, but what a 
way to go."  

Both women giggled.  

"You know," Matt said.  "This was SO much better than movie night!"  

Both women laughed heartily.  

As soon as their leases were up they got together and bought a house.  
With three bedrooms.  


xxx

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