When Aaron told me had had to travel to Europe for a month as part of his job, I
actually felt relieved.  Prior to this, the past couple of weeks with him had
become especially difficult.  It seemed whatever I did, he would become jealous. 
He was positive every man that I met was after me.  And he didn't trust me to
always say "no".  Aaron would call me every night from Europe.  Some of those
calls would even lead to arguments.  And he would often come close to accusing me
of cheating.  Aaron would say that a woman who looked as good as me could not
stay away from sex for an entire month.  Nothing I would say could convince him
otherwise, or even sway his opinion a tiny bit.  But I had always been faithful
to him even when he wasn't around.  When he was away on business, I would close
my eyes at night and try to think of only him.


I really don't know why, though.  He left for Europe in November 1994.  I guess
at the time, I really did love him.  I could not help the way I looked and could
not stop others from looking at me in public.  I guess he thought that I invited
the glances and stares from others.  I am what you call an "outdoor" person and
definitely could not stay bottled up indoors, out of sight.  That is what I think
he wanted.  I wanted our relationship to be better but it seemed as though things
were crumbling.  Aaron once even went as far to forbid me to speak to other men. 
But still, I had hopes and dreams that he would eventually trust my sincerity.  I
was near the end of my rope, though.  I could not take much more of this from
him.

A few days after he left, I was feeling very lonely and horny.  I did not have
any intentions of going out and finding someone for a one- night stand.  Instead,
I did the next best thing.

It was after work.  I had taken a nice, relaxing shower and slipped into my
favorite pieces of lingerie.  My outfit consisted of a nice, lacey chemise which
was the color of gold.  It felt so comfortable to me.  Also, I had put on an
equally-nice pair of panties.  I went into the bedroom after fixing my hair and
laid down on the bed.  The time was only 6:34pm and it seemed as though the
minutes were dragging by. I reclined on the soft bed until my neck and head were
against the headboard.  Then, my thighs were spread apart as my knees were lifted
into the air.  I brought my feet down to the mattress and closed my eyes, just
taking some time to rest.  Seconds later, I smiled as my eyes focused upon the
8-inch steel-cased dildo which was proudly standing on the night-table next to
the bed.  I remembered how it had gotten me through so many lonely evenings after
one of the arguments with Aaron. It would have to do it's wonderful magic again
tonight. I lifted my bottom off the mattress just high enough to reach under
myself and remove the white panties.  I definitely did not need them anymore!  I
threw the tiny panties as hard as I could.  It hit the wall and came to rest in a
crumpled mess in the corner.  Then, I smiled as my hand reached over and took
hold of the steel dildo. I hiked the hem of my chemise up around my waist and
settled into the most comfortable position possible.  Then, I used both hands and
moved the dildo between my thighs and slid it up and down my slit. It felt so
good!  I could not help but smile and let out soft moans of pleasure.  My body
began to involuntary tremble as the dildo continued to wield it's magic for the
next few minutes.  I used my free hand and removed the straps from the chemise
from my shoulder and pushed the garment down far enough so my breasts were
visible.  With that same hand, I began to tweak away at one of my nipples.  It
only seemed to increase the feeling!  My other hand continued to move the dildo. 
I prodded it's head against my opening, which seemed to be getting more wet and
slick with each passing second.  I remember that a much louder, more intense moan
escaped from my throat.  I was feeling so hot at this moment; but wanted to
preserve it! So, the dildo was removed from my dripping pussy.  I held it in
front of my face and smiled once again.  I can't tell you how much I love that
object!  Then, my lips were parted and I moved the dildo into my mouth.  I sucked
on it like it was a real cock; imagining for some reason that Aaron was there
with me.  I fantasized about giving him the best blowjob of his life.  My hand
moved the dildo in-and-out of my mouth for several seconds.  I gave it expert
attention; like it was real.  I wanted it to shoot a nice load of cum down my
willing throat. Unfortunately, dildos do not do that.  I sucked on the metal
object for some time.  Then, I placed it back onto the nightstand.  Maybe I'd use
it later.  But for now, I turned over and got onto my hands and knees. Then I
decided to move up a bit.  I put one hand on the headboard for balance and used
the other for more pleasurable activities.  I moved it around my back and used
two fingers to rub and caress my hungry pussy. My body began to contract again.
Moans escaped from me once more as I prodded two fingers against my soft opening.
 Then, I slipped them inside and instantly squealed with great pleasure!  I
thrusted both in-and-out of my pussy for quite awhile, then felt good again as my
anus got some attention.  I did not poke it, just rub against it.  But my other
hand was begging for some action too.  The hand which I had been masturbating
with was placed onto the headboard.  My other hand was moved underneath me this
time, and found a nice spot right between my thighs.  I rubbed some more.  It
felt SOOOOO good! I continued for quite some time until I wanted to use both
hands! I stood up on my knees and moved my free hand to my breasts and began to
massage both, alternating between each mound every few seconds.  My other hand
was still working on my pussy.  I wanted Aaron BAD. It did not take too long for
me to move the hand from my breasts around to my bottom.  Then, I spanked
myself...yes!  WHACK!  Aaron liked to tell me that I was a bad girl and needed to
be spanked often.  WHACK! He was not here so I administered punishment on myself!
 I continued rubbing my excitable slit and spanked myself at the same time.  Oh,
how I was wishing that someone -- ANYONE -- was there with me at the time. I was
in such a state of pleasure; nothing else seemed to matter! I stopped slapping my
naughty ass shortly thereafer and concentrated on my pussy.  I used both hands
and brought myself to an incredible orgasm!  I moaned out in pleasure as my
climax spilled out. I even opened my mouth and bit down hard on the wooden
headboard in front of me. I took a short nap after that and awoke later.  I took
hold of the dildo again and basically went for a "repeat performance".


When Aaron called one night, I told him about my friends -- Carrie, Melanie and
Deborah. There was a time when all three of them told me about a weekend they
spent in the Angeles National Forest during the past summer.


They told me how they went up to the forest with only one thing on their minds --
sex.  All of them were bisexual females and not afraid to let the outside world
know their sexual preferences.  Their story about how they found a secluded spot
in the woods and then proceeded to fuck and suck each other with tongues and
dildos only seemed to make me feel even more lonely and horny.  In the past, I
had spent some time with Carrie in an intimate fashion.  But not recently,
because of my committment to Aaron.  All three of them explained in tantalizing
detail the foreplay they shared and then the intense orgasms.  They went at it
during all of the first night and most of the next day, on into the evening.  The
third day, they had one more go-around in the woods before packing things up and
heading back to the urban areas.


I told Aaron about what they told me and was sure that he would get a kick out of
it.  The girls certainly did not seem to object that I shared their story with
him.  Unfortunately, it only seemed to convince him that he was right and I was
wrong.  He was sure that all pretty girls can think of nothing but sex.  Aren't
MOST men supposed to fantasize about seeing two or more women make love together?
 It was not that I was thinking totally of sex.  I thought he would be happy to
hear the story. But that was not the case.  He simply did not understand that sex
was only part of the big problem.  Romance was the main thing missing, I realized
later.  Where had it gone?  How am I supposed to feel comfortable with somoene
who does not trust me?

I was completely fed up.  All of the men in my life; past and present; something
seemed to be wrong with all of them.  Either they were jeal- ous, mean,
disrespectful or perverted.  But the women in my life, they seemed to be sincere
and caring.  They knew how to please me, both physically and emotionally.  I was
determined to get some satisfaction.  I called all three of the friends I spoke
about above but none were home.  Then I remembered Ashley.

After three weeks alone, I invited my friend Ashley to stay with me at my
beach-house down in Huntington Beach for the weekend.  I told her about Aaron and
the way he had been acting as of late.  She told me that I was crazy for putting
up with him.  Ashley then asked if he had ever set my heart afire. I thought he
had.


Ashley can be summarized as a naive 21-year-old.  I had known her for two years
but it had been a few months since I seen her last.  This girl was small and
petite, but she had huge breasts for such a small frame.  She is in inch shorter
than me and weighs 10 pounds less, but her breast size is a plump 36d.  On her
petite frame, they look more like 39 or 40d.  Is that possible?  She was blonde,
like me, but her hair was bleached.  She had brown eyes and was very nice to look
at. I said she was naive simply because she is.  Ashley has not "been around the
block" too many times.  In the past, she explained her limited sexual experiences
with me.  Her first was with a boy at age 16. Then she met a female a year later
and almost turned into a lesbian. She stayed with the female until the age of 19
and then met me.  I introduced her to some men (before meeting Aaron) but Ashley
seemed more interested in me.  I told her she needed a man in her life but she
did not seem to listen.  On this night in the beach-house, it seemed as though
Ashley had a change of heart.  I'll start shortly from the middle of a
conversation. My experiences with other women were few.  My first girlfriend,
Nikki, seduced me while in high school.  We did not become full-time lovers; only
part-time.  As I said, since Aaron came into the picture, I held my desires back
and was completely faithful to him.  I was glad that Nikki had seduced me.  She
showed me how another woman could make me feel.  As for Ashley, I met her at a
night-club.  She's so sexy.  I could not help but to stare at her that first
evening in the night-club. Ashley must have caught on, because she came up and
introduced myself. Needless to say, I was surprised to find out then that she was
bisexual, nearly a lesbian.

We were seated in front of the roaring fireplace with soft love music filling the
background.  I was dressed in a purple bra, along with a matching G-string and
garters.  Thigh-high black stockings covered my legs.  Ashley was wearing a pink
terrycloth robe which was tied around her waist.  As I looked at her more and
more, I knew that robe HAD to come off.

"But I really don't know how to please a man," Ashley said to me in a distressed
tone.  "I've had such limited experiences with men and don't even know if they
like it when I give head." I inched closer to her and said, "I bet you're a great
little cock- sucker."  My words seemed to make her blush.  I reached out and
touched her knee, then smiled.  "Have you ever had a man complain?" She shook her
head.  "No." "Ever have a man leave you after sex?" was my next question. "They
never want the sex to stop," she replied. I smiled deeper at her.  "Then you know
how to please a man, honey." A look of anguish came across her face.  "I want to
be sure, though, Denise.  Would you teach me how to suck a man's cock really
good?  You are a bit older than me and have much more experience.  I have a date
this coming Monday with a very cute guy." That sounded like a good idea.  I took
hold of Ashley's right hand and told her to stick a finger out.  She did, and
then I slipped her right index finger into my mouth and moved it in all the way.
"So you want to stick a man's cock all the way down your throat?" she asked,
watching curiously. "Uh huh," I replied, her finger still in my mouth.  "The
deeper you can get it down, the better they like it."  I worked on her finger
like it was a real male shaft.  My head began to bob back-and-forth as my eyes
were locked with hers.  Then, I used one hand and grasped the front of her robe. 
Ashley gave me an inviting smile.  That was my cue to nudge her robe open. I
reached inside her robe and moved my hand to the side.  The garment opened
partway, then Ashley used her free hand to untie the robe at her tiny waist.  I
worked on her finger some more.  "You should want to get a lot of suction too," I
told her, sucking harder.  "But not too much." Ashley and I manuevered the robe
from her body.  Her top was covered only by a white see-through bra.  Her lower
half, however, was hidden by a pair of multi-colored, baggy pants. Ashley removed
her finger from my mouth and smiled at me.  "My turn!"  She grasped my hand and
tugged at my middle finger.  I held it out for her and then she brought it to her
mouth.  She slipped it between her moist lips and began to make-believe it was a
cock as well. I noticed how she was using her tongue more than normal.  "Yeah,
you're a good little cock-sucker," I said to her in an encouraging tone. A few
seconds passed and I realized I could not take the sweet torture of seeing this
thing of beauty.  I desperately wanted to make love to her. Ashley looked a bit
surprised as I suddenly withdrew my finger from her mouth.  Her expression
changed to one of pleasure as I pushed her bra down and began to massage her
nipples with my fingertips.  Her nipples were large and upturned while mine were
vastly different.  They were small, each about the size of a nickel.  They were
somewhat dark and perfectly blended together with my all-over tanned body. 
Ashley had a nice tan, but did not get any sun on her breasts.  They were milky-
white and her nipples really seemed to jump out at first glance. I moved closer
to Ashley and latched my mouth upon a nipple.  My hand tweaked away at the other
one as she moaned in delight.  I began to switch back-and-forth between each
nipple.  My mouth would work on one for a short while and then moved to the
other.  Whichever nipple was not getting any attention from my mouth and tongue,
it was getting attention from my hand. A few seconds later, Ashley put her hands
on my face and brought my lips to hers.  We softly kissed for what seemed like an
eternity.  I had not even realized that she had removed my own bra from my body
until it was gone.  I responded by taking her bra totally off and throwing it
into the corner.  Our tongues intermingled with one another inside her mouth --
both of us tasted every single recess.  Soon the party for two was moved into my
own mouth.  Ashley moved her tongue in mad circles, wanting to touch and caress
every single part of my willing mouth.  Our lips were locked in a mad dash of
passion for several seconds. Soon, she broke the soul-searching kiss off and
smiled at me.  "I want to suck on your tits, Denise," Ashley said in an excited
tone. I returned the smile and then reclined against the front of the sofa which
was behind me.  I arched my back, making sure she had good access to my breasts. 
Her mouth found it's way to a nipple and she licked it. Again, Ashley used her
tongue more than what I had been accustomed to.  She had not used her tongue like
this during our past intimacies. Most of the people I've been involved with like
to suck on my nipples. But Ashley, it seemed as though she preferred licking and
teasing.  She did suck a tiny bit, though.  Nonetheless, her mouth excited me
VERY much! "Lay on your front," I told her.  She stretched her legs out and was
suddenly laying on her front, her head and upper body raised to my breast.  She
was like a little mad-woman.  Her tongue and mouth were going in what could best
be described as frantic circles upon my nipple. Finally, she switched to the
other nipple and gave it some attention as well. I grabbed a belt-loop on her
baggy pants and pulled her closer to me.  Now her body was curled slightly, her
waist bent and her shapely bottom right within touching distance.  I rubbed her
bottom with my right hand and grasped it hard.  "Take it off," I told her in a
gasp.  I watched as Ashley undid the button on her pants and slide them below her
hips.  She had on a white G-string.  Suddenly, Ashley raised to her knees and
quickly stepped out of the pants.  I took the pants from her and tossed them to
into oblivion.  Then she settled back into her previous position.  Her hungry
mouth found it's way to my nipples again. WHACK!  Ashley cried out in pleasure as
the impact from my hand on her naughty ass went through her body.  WHACK!  WHACK!
 Yes, this is what I wanted!  I wanted to spank her!  She continued to suck on my
nipples but with much more force and reckless abandon.  WHACK!  WHACK! "Horny
little bitch," I said, smiling down at her.  "You deserve a spanking."  WHACK!  I
noticed that her skin was turning a nice shade of red.  I remember from our
previous sexual encounters how much Ashley LOVED to be spanked.  Knowing that, I
was surprised to see her move away from me. "Take me, Denise," she begged.  "Take
me now."  I watched Ashley as she fell backwards, her knees raised in the air.  I
moved forward and took hold of her ankles.  I pulled her closer to me and then
moved my mouth to her nipples again.  Ashley moaned in pleasure as her knees
wrapped themseleves around my lower back. My lips began a steady descent from her
breasts down her midriff and stomach, to her waist and then her inner thighs. 
Suddenly her cries became much more intense as I softly bit her inner thighs and
sucked on them.  I used both hands to remove her G-string and throw it into
oblivion.  I saw Ashley out of the corner of my eye sucking on her own finger. 
"It's been too long," I said to her in a hurry.  "I'm going to give you the
hardest fucking of your life, Ashley."

She tried to raise up slightly but I forced her down.  Sounds of pure lust and
anticipation escaped from her throat.

I moved my face between her legs and my tongue darted-out and found her damp
pussy.  I kept my eyes locked upon hers.  She was now pinching her nipples and
moaning like crazy.  I licked away at her slit as her body started to tremble. 
Ashley moved her hands down momentarily and stroked her own pussy, then brought
them back to her nipples.  Seconds later, one hand was rubbing her pussy.  I held
my head up and smiled at her as she masturbated in front of me.  Her hand went
away again, then I cupped my hands on either side of her hips and lowered my
mouth to her pussy. This time, I was more forceful.  My eyes stayed locked upon
hers as I forced the tip of my tongue inside her tiny crevice.  I shook my head
which made my nose rub against her most private part -- she seemed to love that! 
I moved both hands and parted her vaginal lips far apart. Then I began to lap
away at her sweetness.  Ashley cried out in passion! I gave my tongue a short
rest as I thrusted two fingers inside her. Then the fingers were gone and
replaced by my tongue again.  I went back to work on her, harder and more intense
than before.  By now, her entire body was writhing in extreme lust.  Her hands
were going wild upon her breasts. I slowed my pace and fingered her again.  Then
one of her hands came back and she thrusted three fingers inside her damp pussy. 
I held my head up again and just watched.  I smiled at her.  "More," came her
plea as the hand was removed once again.  My mouth and tongue started upon her
sweet pussy again.  Pre-cum began to ooze out.  I happily swallowed it all! I
moved my right hand up to her right breast and massaged it.  Yes, she definitely
liked that.  Then, she spoke again: "Please Denise, let me have my turn with
you." That sounded great to me!  I sat up and then reclined backwards.  I came to
rest upon the carpeted floor and parted my thighs for Ashley. She arose and
quickly got rid of my purple garter belt and G-string. She did not bother with
the stockings, though. I smiled up at her as she looked down at my glistening
pussy.  I was busy masturbating myself!  She planted two kisses upon my stomach
and then moved between my thighs.  I reached down and opened my pussy for her.
Now the roles were reversed.  I was the one playing with my hardening nipples
while Ashley used her tongue on me.  She knew how to use it, too.  Ashley had
three fingers inside my hole the entire time as her tongue went wild.  I felt as
though I was going to explode; it felt so fucking GOOD! She continued until I
grabbed hold of a strap-on dildo and moved it down in front of her eyes.  The
dildo looked exactly like a real cock; it even had bulging veins.  Ashley grinned
in delight as she lifted my ass from the floor.  She put the straps around my
hips and tied them together behind me.  Then I was placed back down on the floor
and Ashley took the dildo into her mouth. She sucked on it; her head bobbing
up-and-down.  Her tongue went to work and I realized she was treating the dildo
as if it was a real cock. Ashley worked furiously on it.  I smiled at her as her
eyes found mine. I rubbed her forehead as she continued.  Ashley was actually
doing what I showed her earlier.  She was trying to shove it down her throat.
Minutes later, Ashley was on her hands and knees.  Me, I was behind her,
thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy.  We were locked together in the
doggie-style position.  I had hold of her hips and was pushing and pulling her as
hard as I could.  The best thing about a dildo is unlike a cock, it will not
explode in orgasm and then shrivel up.  Dildos are always HARD.  And I can tell
you, that appeals to both Ashley and myself. I watched as Ashley bounced
back-and-forth.  Her body was convulsing.  Every muscle within her was tight and
stretched.  I had never given a dildo to a female doggie-style before but was
definitely enjoying this.  I got the idea from an X-rated lesbian movie which I
had seen months before. WHACK!  I decided to re-start her spanking.  WHACK! 
WHACK!  Ashley screamed in utter pleasure as I invaded her pussy with the dildo. 
I looked and seen that she had a finger between her thighs as well. WHACK!
"Fuck!" Ashley cried out, nearing climax.  I gave her even more of the dildo. 
Harder!  Faster!  More intense!  Ashley could not stop crying.  I pulled on her
long hair and brought her neck back.  She glanced at me and then had a powerful,
mind-blowing orgasm.  Her body writhed in absolute pleasure. I brought my lips to
hers and we kissed softly.  The night did not end there, however.  We continued. 
Ashley used the dildo on me. Surprisingly, she fucked me twice as hard as I
fucked her!


Aaron's suspicions and accusations had driven me to do the very same thing he was
sure I had been doing all along.  Except for one small detail: the other person I
did it with was not a man.  Aaron continued to call me every night from Europe. 
He always asked me if I had been with another man.  At least I could truthfully
answer him by saying "no".  I told him I'd been with my girlfriends.  Ashley was
the first to visit.  A few days later, Carrie, Deborah and Melanie offered to
take me to their cabin up in the Santa Monica Mountains.  At first, I declined
but eventually joined them over time. But not the first time.  I was a bit
reluctant even though they promised we'd only be sharing girl-talk.  I guess I
knew it would be the type of girl-talk which would lead into sexual fantasies,
which would lead to group sex.

Sure enough, I found out that's what happened.

The next time they offered a night of girl- talk, I went with them.  Maybe I was
hesitant because I thought my fantasies would not live up to their standards. 
But my girlfriends assured me differently.  It did not matter, though.  We did
not talk much.

We only fucked.

Aaron kept asking me on the telephone if I missed him.  I told him I did.  But it
wasn't true.  In fact, the last week of his business was the best week of my
entire life.  The night before Aaron returned, the girls offered me a party. 
Melanie had confided in me earlier in the day that she used to have a jealous
boy- friend as well.  I asked her what she did with him.  Melanie said whenever
he tried to make her feel guilty, she would go off somewhere and drink champagne.
 I wasn't sure what she meant by that until she showed me.


An hour before Carrie and Deborah were supposed to arrive, Melanie and I were
nude in bed.  I watched the blonde enchantress as she sat astride my stomach and
poured a glass of champagne.  She drenched her finger with the delicious liquid
and then inserted her finger into my mouth.  I gleefully took the champagne down
my throat. She took the glass and emptied a portion of it over my chest.  It felt
cold but wonderfully erotic as well.  Melanie then used her mouth to suck and
lick up the fine drink.  Again, champagne was spilled upon my breasts.  This
time, she concentrated on one nipple for a very long time.  I could do nothing
but sigh in approval at her actions.  Next time, she surprised me.  I squealed as
I felt a cold shiver between my thighs.  Then I realized she had dumped the rest
of the glass onto my pussy. I quickly realized that Melanie was giving me the
best tongue of my whole life!  She was so slow and direct; it was sweet ecstasy! 
I wondered what taste was in her mouth at this moment.  The juices from my body
mixed with the champagne.  What does it taste like? Melanie continued to swipe my
softness with her wonderful tongue. She did not use her fingers much.  She did
not have to -- her tongue was plenty nice enough!  But she finally did use her
fingers. When I felt her index finger against my wet opening and then realized
she had slipped it inside, I felt as though I was going to burst.  Without a
doubt, I had the most intense orgasm of my life! I responded in the best way I
could.  I brought her mouth to mine and kissed her deeply, completely.  I nearly
shoved my tongue down her throat in the moment of passion.  I moved my hand
between her bare thighs and forced a finger inside her.  She squealed in return. 
Soon, my mouth was between her parted legs and feasting away at her wonderful
treats. I was sure that we would share many more orgasms in the future.  I
thought at the time that this was the start of a beautiful relationship. My
beliefs were validated when Carrie and Deborah joined us later.


When Aaron returned from Europe, I told him that I just couldn't see him anymore.
 He asked if it was because of another man.  I looked him in the eyes and told
him "no".  It was because of only one man -- HIM. He said that I would be lonely;
I told him not to count on it.  I said that I had enough friends to keep me
company.  I hate to admit it, but it tickled me pink to tell him that.  I could
tell that he did not understand, but I think you do.

I am happy and content now with my female lovers.  I even got Ashley to join us
and make it a five-some.  I am not looking for a new man but am open to the idea;
especially if the right one comes along.  I really do not care what men look
like.  My ideal man is one who is confident and sure.  He is definitely NOT jeal-
ous and completely understands my need for my girlfriends.  I wouldn't even mind
letting the right man join the five of us for some intense passion.  But is my
ideal man out there?

I am not concerned if the right guy comes into my life at this point in time.  It
would be great if he did.  But as for now, I will just continue to enjoy the
wonderful slitfests which have become the most important and wonderful thing in
my life.  If something else comes along, then things would be even better.