Hot and sweaty

Allison Munro is frustrated. His first year in college is over, and there was no fire, no awakening. Two ordinary sexual passions and experiences have not given him the wild moments he wants to remember when he is old and gray. And then, quite unplanned, on a hot and hot night, she and her best friend start to get out in the quiet of a dark park, and her world changes. As every new sexual experience opens his wider eyes, sheds his inhibitions and becomes more and more wild and daring, seducing the brother of his girlfriend, then father, then mother, then coming to others around her, full of the emotion of sexual conquest, the pride of a beautiful ninfeta, and the heat of evil desire.

Allison felt a hot blow in his belly while Jeff's hand was pulling away from his waist and slipping on his bottom. He hardened slightly, looking around, but no one seemed to notice.

They were walking, on their way home from a basketball game, she and Jeff, Molly, Peter, Mike and Evan. It was dark. The lamps were scarce and far between and few of the houses along the street had their lights on. He was hot, and he was sweating a little, trying to stay cool by not moving much.

Peter and Mike were fighting against someone's front lawn while Evan screamed for breath and Molly looked. Jeff's fingers tightened against his soft buttocks and turned and kissed her slightly. She kissed him back, feeling her lips among hers while she moved on him. He felt that his breasts swollen under his loose white shirt and tightened the muscles of the pussy together while Jeff's hand slowly slipped up and down the cleft between his rounded buttocks, rubbing it through his pants.

She threw a blond hair lock out of her face and smiled, her soft and full lips that separated to reveal bright white teeth. He spent a car and looked, a little embarrassed. But there was a limit as to how much he could do with it anyway, and when his hand fell down, his fingers that relaxed under his buttocks and on his mound pussy she slowly pulled back with a look of reproof. It wasn't like they'd come out or anything, and even if I wasn't in high school anymore and I'd go back to college in a couple of weeks, I didn't want to tell her stories.

He moved by Molly, and Jeff jumped over Evan, taking him to the ground with the other two. She and Molly exchanged looks and drugs. Molly was her best friend. They were both very similar in many ways. They were the same age, they had approximately the same taste in men, clothes, music and food.

They had similar hairstyles, straight, a little under their shoulders, and separated in the middle. The difference was that Molly's hair was a little thicker, and it was a deep reddish brown of color. He also had flanks. Allison was a golden blond, and her hair generally seemed a little bit more mossy, a little less precisely brushed than Molly's. Both were of average height, though Allison was an inch or two higher, and both had athletic bodies. They had trim, firm bells, flats, flying hips, rounds, firm buttocks and well sculpted legs.

Molly had bigger breasts, and they were more round, but Allison's breasts were of good size and firmer, her little pink nipples were sticking slightly up in a way that made all the girls in the shower at the college jealous. They were, the girls agreed, the perfect way. He had won the unofficial title of the best breasts during a shower session after volleyball, much for Molly's fun. Molly had come second.

"Come on, guys," Molly sighed.

"Yeah, stop it," Allison said. "What are they, children?"

Evan left Jeff with a grunt and stood up, hairstyle. "Hey," he said. "Why do we fight each other when we should fight the girls?"

He looked at them and harassed them forward.

"Go, Evan," Molly sighed, supporting him while watching him cautiously.

Instead, he grew up, and then rolled forward. She screamed and ran again, but he caught her around the waist and raised her up in the air, putting her around. Then before I could move Jeff he rushed Allison, bending and holding her around the waist. He shouted while he threw it and lifted it on his shoulder, turning and turning.

"Blow me!" he shouted.

"I got wo-man!" he grunted like a caveman, creepy.

He slapped his back and yelled at him, kicking him. He knocked her down and fell, looking at him.

"Dick head," he said, coming to his feet.

Only that little explosion of activity had made her start sweating. He rubbed his hand across his forehead and found it moist. They passed through the street, and in some kind of park. Well, it was actually a big grassy area surrounded by townhouses. But it was dark, and there was a small courtyard with swings, monkey bars and a slide.

A couple of guys started climbing the monkey bars, and he managed to beat Jeff alone. They went up on the swing and sat there looking for a few minutes. He managed to stroke his breasts a few times, but he pushed his hand every time.

So Peter said he had to go home because he had to work the next day, and Mike said it was too hot to be around anyway. Jeff didn't have a job, but Molly did it and decided he should go. Allison didn't think he should stay with Jeff and Evan alone. She didn't know them so well and her reputation could suffer even if nothing happened. Mike was right, he was very hot.

So he joined Molly, and Evan and Jeff followed for a few blocks. Then they turned off because Evan wanted to go to a Seven-Eleven and take a coke.

"What do you think of Jeff?" Molly smiled when they were alone.

"Okay," he said with a smile.

"You were doing pretty well," the brunette smiled as you walked.

"Yes. I was getting very hot," Allison confided in a vacillating smile.

"Yes, me too. Evan and Peter were messing with me every time they could. Pigs."

"Pigs," Allison agreed.

Then they both wet.

"I hate this," Allison sighed. "How come boys can do whatever they want but we have to be good girls and always say no?"

"Because otherwise we'll all be called bitches."

"Do I really want to promise that you won't tell anyone?"

Molly nodded.

"I really would have liked to throw Jeff out and tear his clothes out there," he said.

Molly got angry and smiled. "Yes, but we can't. At least not until September. Are you going out with him?"

"Soon he asks me."

"I hate to be a virgin," Molly sighed.

"Hey, it's worse for me. I've had sex and I miss it!"

They both wet.

"Do you know what book I have? I ordered it from a Barnes and Noble catalog. It's only seven dollars. "

"What?"

"The Sutra Kama."

"What is it about?"

"God, Allie, you're a virgin!"

"Look who's talking!"

"It's a book about sex, you know, like all sorts of weird stuff, everything you ever imagined and more about sex. "

"Cool. Can I read it?"

"Yeah, when it's over, he's got really strange things."

"Do you like to read it?" Allison was teasing.

"Yes," Molly admitted, hitting a little. "He's got, like, drawing and stuff.

"Don't let your mother find him."

"Don't worry. "

The area they passed through was all the townhouses. There were some two to five houses in blocks with a lot of common green space between them. Molly relieved from the entrance and she and Allison sat in the back of a wooden bench.

"I want to go wild and rape a lot of guys," Molly sighed.

"Slut."

"I'm serious," Allison broke out. "I want to do wild stuff and whores. I want to... get into the football team or something!"

"Okay, I'll put an ad in the paper."

"Have you never wanted to do wild things like that? I mean, here we are two hot sexy girls and our lives are boring like hell. Half of the men in this city would go crazy in the sight of us naked and spend every night alone. It's crazy!"

"Do you want to hear something?" Molly asked quietly. "You have to promise never to tell anyone, never."

"Okay, okay. What?"

"I'll never talk to you again if you do."

"I won't say it. What's going on?"

Molly seemed a little dazzled. She looked them around in the empty dark area and the lights blend in from nearby houses.

"I cut a page from one of my brother's dirty magazines and asked for something."

"What?"

"A dildo."

Allison's eyes were huge and his jaw fell, then he gave his hand in his face to drown his laughter.

"Are you kidding?" he laughed when he could talk.

"No."

"How do you look?"

"It looks like a dick, Allie. What do you think?"

"God!" He laughed at pleasure.

"It's very clean, it looks like one."

"How do you know, virgin?"

Molly hit her slightly.

"And what do you do with that?"

Then his eyes widened again and blushed.

"You...

"Yes, Allie. I'm sure you know I masturbated. I know you do, too. "

"Well..."

Allison looked down, blushing.

"Just... well... do you like to put it inside?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Yech."

"Why do you say? It's cleaner than a real one."

"Well, yes, but... I don't know."

She was quiet for a minute.

"That's bad," Allison finally said. "Maybe I should get one."

"So you could compare it to the real and tell me the difference," Molly said with a smile.

"Sure." He sighed strongly. "You know, I wanted to do such evil things my first year at college, and I just did nothing."

"You took Jason and that other guy, Myles."

"What a great thing," Allison said derisively. "I wanted to do, like, very sordid things, things that would make my mother's hair grey if she ever found out."

"Like what, the gang hit the football team?"

"Yes!"

"Allie!"

"Well, maybe not that in particular but... you know, really wild things."

"How to fuck you with a dildo?"

Allison broke up. "No, no... exactly."

"Do you think I'm sick?"

"No," Allison said. "I mean, well... I guess if we can't do it with kids, it's the best thing. I mean, masturbating is normal, right, so...

"I could tell you where to order one."

I mean, if my parents found him, he'd die. I would die. "

"Just take him to school."

"Oh, right, and my roommate finds it. Anyway, I don't need one at school. There I can catch the boys without everyone knowing about it. "

I mean, the feeling is...

"I know."

"It's much better than... you know, just your fingers."

"Molly!" he spent.

"Well... it is. I mean, well, how do you... know, do it?"

"It doesn't matter!"

"I was... cursing is all."

Both were embarrassed, but both were also finding the extremely fascinating conversation, and awakening too. Allison found that he was sweating again, and rubbed on his forehead.

"I like... well, usually by my side and I use my panties, like... rub against me, you know?"

"Have you never put anything inside?"

"No, I mean, my finger sometimes but... You always put... well, I guess... you use that...

"Yes. I used to use my hairbrush, the handle. "

Allison couldn't help pricking Molly by pushing her brush into her pussy. It made him a little embarrassment and also... excitement. The whole conversation was disdained and exciting.

"The dildo is much better," Molly trusted a low voice.

"Man," Allison said, shaking her head slowly, thinking of Molly with a little plastic dick.

"Once I went out to my backyard and did it," Molly cheated.

"What? What if they catch you?"

"It was dark, and... well, it was so hot to be naked outside. I just felt this huge electric shock. I came as crazy. I thought I'd go crazy."

I know what you mean. I felt incredibly hot, and I was just with non-boy girls. "

They were silent for a few moments, several images playing through their minds.

Allison?

"Yes?"

"Have you ever thought of, like... doing it with a... like, playing with a... girl?"

Allison turned to her, scared, and suddenly ashamed.

"No, I... well... I mean... not since... you know... since we did that...

Molly nodded, looking down.

There had been a TV show a couple of years ago. Two teenagers had kissed to see what it was like. It had caused a big scandal in the newspapers with all the religious monsters screaming and everything. Molly had been at Allison's house that night, and after seeing the show the two had experienced briefly, kissing a little. They had been younger and didn't even know much about sex. They mocked as crazy and stopped almost at once.

"It's just that I was thinking," Molly said. "Well, it was really bad that... you know... like girls, well, I couldn't... Have a little fun without kids because, well we wouldn't have to worry about... you know... nothing, like getting pregnant or... one of us telling them or something like that."

"Well, I guess, but... I'm not gay or anything," Allison said, furiously praying.

"Well, neither do I!" Molly exclaimed.

"Well, I mean, you don't have to be gay, I think."

"You don't. You could... play around... for fun, you know. You never wonder what it's like?

"No, I mean, not really."

"There was a lot of photos in my brother's magazines of these women doing it together. It seemed really... well... hot. "

"How do you... do it? I mean, they don't have... you know.

"Well, there's more in sex than just... relationship."

"Oh, right, the virgin telling me that. I'm the one who's had sex, remember. "

Allison looked away, ashamed, his interior twisting with strange feelings and sensations. I was embarrassed because it seemed that Molly was suggesting that they would. Allison wasn't sure how to react to that. I loved Molly as a sister, of course, and I trusted her, but...

I've never thought of doing it with a girl. Lesbians did it together, but I had no idea how. And of course it was okay, they wanted to do it among them. But she wasn't a lesbian, and she didn't think Molly was either. Of course, today you didn't have to be. Many girls hinted that they had... torn apart... with other girls. It was even quite fashionable in college to say you were bisexual.

But the whole idea was totally weird and strange.

At the same time she was still excited about her intimate conversation, and her recent chat and dating Jeff.

He turned slowly to find Molly looking at her, her eyes wide and looking a little anxious and worried. Allison was suddenly aware of his friend's warm shoulder pressed against her. She looked into her eyes, feeling her guts start running more violently.

"Do you want to... see... what it feels like... kissing I mean?" Molly whispered.

"I... someone could..."

He looked around the darkness around them, his breathing became heavier as his heart hit.

"No one will see us," Molly said gently.

Molly turned to her, bowing forward. Allison felt her heart faster, felt starting to sweat. He looked again, making sure no one was near, and then looked back. He felt a tingling in his loins, a wet and hot pain. Molly's lips got closer and closer, and then they found hers so slightly. They kissed a second before they went back. Both were breathing heavier. Allison swallowed up nervously while Molly licked her lips.

Then the brunette leaned forward again and tightened her lips much more firmly against the blonde. He opened his mouth slightly, and Allison felt his tongue slipped through his lips. His lips tightened together in the hesitant exploration, and his breathing spilled from one mouth to another. Molly turned totally against her then, slipping from the back of the bank, her arms going over Allison's shoulders while her tongue pushed slightly forward in her mouth.

His breasts joined, the soft flesh that rubbed much stronger than a couple of years ago when they were younger. Allison felt the heat of the other girl's breasts through the thin tissue of her blouses, felt her own swelling of breasts, her nipples already hard and erect.

She was breathless with shock and heat and emotion, feeling like she was doing something terribly forbidden and whore. She slowly brought her arms around her friend, her hands going back and feeling her radiant heat like herself. The kiss seemed to go forward and forward, with Molly starting to slip her lips from side to side, her body rubbing always so gently against Allison. Allison tentatively moved her hands up and down Molly's back while her belly bubbled and vaporized with sexual emotion.

His breasts continued mash and slowly grind together. Allison felt the pressure inside his warm breasts swollen higher and higher, threatening to explode, felt the heat, felt swept tricks in his neck while his tongues slipped between themselves and his lips petted.

"God!" Molly was gassed, retreating with wide and warm eyes, her chest pain.

"Yes!" Allison stopped, sweating strongly now even though he had not moved, his heart beating, the blood running through his body.

He almost trembled with sexual emotion inside her. She put her arms around Molly and threw her back, her breasts squeezing together as her lips met with a soft and hungry hug. Allison's hands shook up and down Molly's back, then, bold, moving, swaying, slipping down, above her waist, over her round buttocks, squeezing them through the mini-falda denim that the other girl wore.

Molly groaned gently, almost a sob, and one of her hands went up among them. Allison let out a smooth drop of impacted pleasure while he felt he pushed up against his chest, softly stirring it, and then more firmly. His mind was going crazy while the sexual pressure was rolling on it in waves. She felt Molly's hand holding her shirt, pulling her out of her pants, then felt the little hand of the brunette that slipped through her belly and moved behind her to unplug her bra.

She groaned, stunned, overpowered by the necessity within her, almost intoxicated with her while Molly fulfilled her bare breast, wet, sweating her hand moving on the warm, thin chest, strangling and tightening.

Allison's hands rubbed against the bottom of the other girl, squeezing and burning the hot meat. He got into the helm, threw him higher and higher, then he felt the zipper running around the side, along the hip. Feeling a bit of emotion in thought, found the zipper and slowly threw it up, higher... higher, until it was right in the waist. Then she woke up the button and Molly's skirt was released.

Molly got excited, tightening Allison's shirt with both hands now, pulling up. Allison couldn't believe he was doing this, he couldn't believe they were doing this at all, much less in a public field with windows around. But he let his arms get up, let the shirt pull over his shoulders and out. I felt a crack of sexual electricity washing over it while the shirt was leaving.

Molly yanked her open bra and Allison was naked at the waist, her nipples so hard they hurt, sexual fever roaring like a load train inside her. Molly beat her breasts tightly as they kissed, and Allison's hands slipped over her bottom, tightening her through the thin-string bikini panties. He rubbed his hands on the round buttocks, his fingers holding the lower edges of the panties, pulling them until they got into his girlfriend's crack.

Molly's breathing was hard and agitated while she turned her lips. His head shook and his lips slipped over one of Allison's nipples. The blonde almost screamed as she felt her friend's tongue in her nipple, and squeezed her, shaking and shaking as the girl began to suck.

"Oh God!" he said in a strangled crunch. Oh, God!

Allison's mind was loaded and his chest threatened to explode while his girlfriend passionately sucked his hard and spicy nipple. She shook and shook, her hands running with fever over Molly's hair.

Molly raised her head, her lips met with brusque force, her tongues slipped together, twisting and spinning as her breasts rubbed and hung against each other. Molly's hand came down to take Allison's groin through her pants. He repeatedly squeezed out while Allison was guttering and groaning and was desperately mocking at her. Then Allison shuddered violently, holding his girlfriend tightly as his head fell and wagged in a wonderful pleasure.

Molly rubbed and squeezed her pus furiously, her other hand squeezing one of Allison's breasts, fingers digging deeply into the soft flesh while biting in the exposed throat and sucking. Allison humbled himself wildly, taking pleasure as the orgasm shattered his mind in a million pieces and fired a heat explosion on it that threatened to blow it completely into the dark.

He felt his mind turning, the light was directed as the orgasm finally passed. She hooked in the air, groaning, stumbling against her girlfriend, whose arms tightly embraced her while her lips moved to her chest again.

"Oh God, Molly!" he groaned.

Molly raised her head, her eyes full of lust and heat and passion. He passed a step back, his hands holding Allison's breasts and tightening slowly, repeatedly. Then her right hand melted the belly of the shaking blonde and her fingers triggered her cuts. She grabbed the zipper and slowly dropped it until Allison's blue thong was exposed.

He put his fingers inside the waist, then slowly forced his hand on the front of Allison's pants, his fingers moving along the hot and cold meat in the sweaty wet sex, then squeezing against it. Allison shook, holding his arm to stand up. She looked at Molly in shock while the girl's fingers found her crack and squeezed against her, sinking between her lips of the sopping pussy, then scrubbing slowly up and down.

"Oooohhhhhhhh!" he shook. "What... what... what are you doing for meeeeee?"

Molly bowed and slipped her lips around one of her nipples again, chewing while sucking, her fingers scrubbing constantly.

His other hand hung Allison's buttocks, then grabbed his waist and threw his pants inch until they slowly slipped into his ankles.

Allison grinded his pelvis in his girlfriend's hand, gassing and moaning as his juices flew again, while his heat and emotion rose. His body shone with sweat as his interiors burned like fire. He came again, groaning, groaning and snooping against Molly's hand until he fell forward and fell to the ground.

Molly followed her down, slipping on her, pushing her tongue into the blonde's mouth while she put her own panties down and out. He stood between Allison's legs, his sweaty bodies rubbing and grinding together.

Allison's hands slipped around Molly, looking down until they hugged and tightened their bottom. Molly was grinding against her, rubbing her sex against Allison's, extending her own legs wide and waving her pussy to rub directly into Allison's. Allison groaned, stunned, weak, and full of confusion. He stared at Molly, saw the girl's jaw, her eyes raved as she moved towards her constantly, her pussies dying and grinding.

"Come on!

Then he did it, collapsing on the blonde, chewing on her throat while rubbing her furiously crotched back and forth against her own soft Allison pad.