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*WARNING: If you are under 18, stop reading now. This story is a work of 
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                        Aerobic Fantasy in Blue
                        By Randy & Tracy =Q==Q=
I.
     Cassie crossed the rec room at the club, carelessly dropping her towel 
and locker key onto a mat along the wall. Several ladies were already 
warming up for the noon aerobics session. She laced up her sneakers, 
pausing to frown at her reflection in the wall-length mirror in the front 
of the room. Ron was a fool, she decided. Well, he'd soon see that running
off with a woman who was almost young enough to be his daughter would be no
picnic. Her finger felt naked without the engagement ring that she had worn
for the last six months. She rubbed it absently. Then she noticed the new
lady who had recently joined their aerobics class. Seria Something...
Today she was a study in blue: light blue workout shoes, darker tights, and
even darker lycra leotard, a contrast to her long red hair, which was tightly
pinned up.
    Cassie felt an odd flutter in her stomach. Seria was sexy, she realized.
Embarrassed by the thought, she took her usual place at the back of the room,
trying not to watch as Seria stretched out. But, oh! Unlike most of the badly
out-of-shape 30-somethings in the room, Seria had very little fat on her 
lithe body. Cassie found herself wondering what those nipples would feel like
against her tongue. She hadn't been with another woman in years, but now the
thought excited her. She felt her crotch becoming damp.
    As the class got underway, Cassie tried to push the erotic thoughts 
aside, but everytime she did, Seria's movements caught her attention. She
noticed the redhead's nipples getting hard as they rubbed against the  
leotard, and Cassie noticed that her own nipples were hard as well. From 
her vantage point in the back of the room, Cassie could see all of Seria,
and the view of her round breasts in the mirror as she bent over. Then she
noticed the growing wet spot between Seria's legs -- sweat, she decided,
but the thought of licking and kissing that hot pussy was arousing, and
the pelvic exercises that they were doing were adding to her desire. If
she didn't get some relief soon, she was going to jump out of her skin.
    Fortunately, floorwork was next, and Cassie positioned her mat so
that the corner caught her throbbing clit. The stimulation wasn't as
direct as her fingers, but it would do. As they lay on their stomachs,
Cassie had an excellent view of Seria's crotch. She could even see Seria's
swollen labia clearly outlined through the thin material. Was Seria turned
on as well? The thought nearly sent her over the edge. As she worked the
edge of the mat against her clit, she imagined doing sixty-nine, how
Seria's pussy would smell, how her juices would taste, what the woman's
tongue would feel like lapping against her clit...breathing hard now,
lost in the throbbing of her impending climax, she saw that Seria seemed
to be pinching her own nipples. Then her orgasm overwhelmed her, and she
came, a hot wave washing through her body, followed by hard contractions
pulling inward. Release...
    As she became aware of her surroundings again, she noticed how wet
Seria's crotch appeared. Had she...? No time to wonder. The class was
ending. She took her time rising from the floor. Seria seemed in no hurry,
either. As she passed the redhead, Seria flashed her a sexy smile. "See
you tomorrow, Cassie," she said in a low, sultry voice.

II.

The next day Cassie was sitting in her car outside the club, her heart 
beating heavily.  Should I go in, she asked herself?  Just the day before 
she had come hard watching some woman she had never even met do floor 
exercises!  What was wrong with her, she wanted to know.  Had Ron's 
rejection so thrown her off that a woman in blue tights could make the 
juices flow from her pussy like water from a pitcher?  She sighed 
heavily.  There was a feeling of almost numbness between her legs.  She 
had gotten very little sleep the night before and had had a long day at 
work.  And now, here she sat, watching as people streamed into the club 
for class, carrying their bags, their long, beautiful hair tied back so 
they could exercise freely.  Slowly she turned around to unlock her door 
when she noticed a face at the window, staring in at her.

"Seria," she said, jumping slightly from her seat as if someone had 
nudged her crotch.  She could feel the numbness dissolving, replaced by a 
warm heat.

"Hello," Seria replied through the closed window.  "Mind if I join you?"

"Well, I was going to class...."

"Just for a minute," Seria replied with a half smile.  "Then we can go to 
class."

Cassie unlocked the door and Seria climbed in on the passenger side.  
Without a word of preliminary contact she turned Cassie's face towards 
her and gave her a soft peck on the lips.  Cassie breathed around the 
soft lips of the red haired woman, afraid to break the spell.  Seria 
worked quickly, her tongue touching Cassie's lips, pressing them open so 
that their tongues could touch.

"What if someone walks past," Cassie whispered.

"I think we're far enough away from the door for me to do what I have in 
mind."

"What's that?" Cassie asked, her voice almost sounding like someone 
else's, someone far away, in a state of dreaming.

"Just this," Seria replied, and Cassie felt Seria's hand on her inner 
thigh.

"Oh, God," Cassie moaned as Seria's searching fingers moved slowly up her
thigh towards the dripping slit between her legs. She was thankful that
she hadn't wore tights tonight and that her leotard had a snap crotch. 
She opened her mouth to Seria's mouth, and their tongues entwined in a
wild dance.  Cassie's breath grew short and she let out a gasp when
Seria's finger brushed against her pussy. Then Seria unsnapped the
opening.  She could feel her clitoris growing hard and her pussy opening
to Seria's experienced hand.  Seria began a slow circular motion on her
clit, alternating with a brush along the length of her slit.  "I want you
in me," Cassie whispered, but Seria didn't reply.  Her hand began to rub
quicker, as if time was running short.  Cassie could feel her breath
rushing from her body and her heart pounding in her chest.  Unbidden, as
if they had a mind of their own, her nipples protruded through the thin
cotton of her workout suit, straining against the material as Seria's
mouth left her's and with a quick movement Seria pulled at the material
and exposed her right breast to her tongue.  Cassie could feel her orgasm
building as the double stimulation of nipple and pussy drove her towards
and then over the edge.  She bucked hard against Seria's hand, rising off
of the car seat and bumping against the steering wheel.  She could feel
the wave crashing over her from deep within her body, as a moan escaped
her lips.  Seria clamped her mouth over Cassie's tit and sucked the entire
mound into her mouth, working it in and out, in and out, driving Cassie to
her second orgasm.  She could feel juices pouring from her body onto
Seria's still pumping hand.  Finally, the waves of pleasure disapated, and
Seria pulled Cassie's suit back up, covering her still shaking breast. 

Cassie could barely manage to re-snap her suit. "God," she sighed.  "That 
was wonderful...."

"It's time for class," Seria answered with a smile and a quick kiss and 
lick of her new lover's lips.  "Let's go."

III.
     Cassie was in a daze throughout most of the class. What she and 
Seria had done seemed so unreal, and yet, everytime she glanced at Seria,
the redhead would wink or flash her a sexy smile, which made Cassie melt.
Why, oh why had she been too surprised and shy to give Seria any pleasure?
It wasn't like she didn't know how. She licked her lips slowly the next
time that she caught Seria's glace, and the redhead's nipples swelled in
response.
     When the class ended, Cassie shyly walked over to Seria who was still
stretched out on the floor. Cassie started to speak, but Seria gently
silenced her.
     "Wait," she whispered, gesturing toward the front of the room. "Let
them leave first."
     Cassie watched as Gretchen, their instructor, left with a young, 
blond female. She noticed that Seria had a calculating look. "What's up?"
     Gracefully, Seria stood. "Follow me," she said, brushing a stray lock
of sweaty hair from Cassie's face. "Just a hunch, but I think we'll see
something very hot."
     Without thinking, Cassie stole a quick kiss.
     "Thief," Seria giggled and caught her hand. "Come on!"

    Cassie followed Seria back through the women's lockerroom. They were
the only ones there, and their footsteps echoed loudly on the tiles.
     "Here." Seria paushed before a door that Cassie had never noticed 
before. Seria dug for a moment in her bag and produced a worn key. "You
can do the honors. Once we're inside, no matter what happens, no matter
what you see, be quiet. At the very least, we'll lose our memberships if
we're caught, although I would expect worse..." her voice trailed off.
     Cassie paused. "Is it dangerous?"
     "What is life without some risk?" She embraced Cassie and kissed
her deeply. "Go on. I want to see if I'm right."
     "Mmmm." Cassie tried to focus on fitting the key into the lock.
It opened with a loud click.
     "Go in, but leave your gear by the door."
     Cassie did as Seria said. They appeared to be in some kind of 
equipment room. Around them were several broken metal lockers, a
basket of basketballs, a pile of pool lane markers. The room was
lit by an automatic 40 watt light. Then Cassie noticed a small hallway.
She started down it with Seria behind her. The hallway narrowed. She
guessed that they were now behind the men's lockerroom. Then it dead-ended.
She watched as Seria moved a tall piece of panelling silently aside. 
     "Look, but don't make a sound," Seria whispered into her ear before
nipping it gently.
     Cassie feel heat rush through her body. She turned and cupped Seria's
breast.
     "Later...look..."
     Cassie looked through the opening. Below was a small room and...
     "Why is she naked?"
     "Shhh. Just watch."
     Below, the young blond that she had seen in class earlier was naked
and lying face down on a low table. Cassie realized that they were 
looking down into the instructor's office. As Cassie watched, their 
instructor took something out of a cupboard then
approached and said something that Cassie couldn't hear, but the blond
rose to her knees and positioned herself on all fours. Their instructor
picked up a small paddle and caressed the blond's behind with it.
     "Oh, God," Seria mumbled. "I thought so."
     On impulse, Cassie touched the redhead's crotch. It was soaking.
She unsnapped the leotard, thankful that Seria wasn't wearing tights
tonight. Seria moaned but didn't take her eyes off the scene below.
Cassie kissed her neck and worked several fingers into Seria's pussy.
She could smell her.
     A smack was heard from below, then another and another. Seria
moaned and writhed as Cassie stroked her pussy with one hand and
lightly pinched her nipples with the other. Seria was gasping for
breath, pushing herself into Cassie, her juices flowing freely. Cassie 
leaned up against the wall for support. Then Cassie felt Seria get tense, 
and Cassie knew she was ready to explode. Quickly, she got 
between the redhead's legs and stuck her tongue against her clit,
licking and sucking until she felt the waves of Seria's orgasm. They
seemed to go on for hours. She licked until Seria pulled away and sank
down beside her, panting.
     "Enough," she moaned, kissing Cassie. "We should go now."
     They listened as the spanking contined.
     "Will she be okay?" Cassie asked, as she rose from the floor
and helped Seria slide the panel back into place.
     "Yes," Seria whispered back. "Gretchen, as she calls herself now,
is a professional. It's too dangerous to talk here."
     Cassie nodded and followed her out. The image of blond's spanking 
stayed with her, making her clit continue to throb. Did she really need
another orgasm again this soon?

IV.

Cassie sat in her car, watching with mixed emotions as Seria's car drove
out of the parking lot.  She had thought about asking Seria to come to her
apartment, but her head was reeling and she was feeling a little spent. 
She shook her head slowly, marveling at what a day it had been.  She'd had
her pussy stroked to a steaming orgasm, she had watched her aerobics
instructor paddle the upturned aside of a beautiful blonde, and she had
gotten on her knees in front of a beautiful red head and licked her pussy
until her juices had flowed onto her face.  She was drained.  She could
barely raise her arms to grip the wheel.  Then she noticed the young blond
exit the gym, and Cassie couldn't help but picture the upturned ass, and
hear in her mind the thwack of the paddle against her soft ass.  A low
moan escaped her lips.  Cassie watched the door, but Gretchen, the
aerobics instructor, was still inside.  Suddenly, imperceptibly, unbidden,
a thought arose in Cassie's mind.  She wiggled her ass against the seat,
wondering how that paddle would feel on her soft ass.  Almost as if in a
dream, she reached for the door handle. 

"Hello," Cassie said softly.

"Why hello there," Gretchen replied.  She was a lean, muscular woman in 
her twenties, with large breasts and a full head of hair that was held 
back by a headband.  She filled out her exercise suit, stretching the 
spandex in all the right places.  Without even realizing it Cassie licked 
her lips.  "Did you forget something?"

"Oh, no," Cassie answered, "I just wanted to tell you how much I'm 
enjoying the class."  Cassie felt like a silly schoolgirl.

"You didn't want any more than that?"

Cassie felt a surge of electricity course through her body.  Her hand 
dropped from her stomache to her thigh and then traced back to her ass, 
carressing her cheek.  She tried to speak, but the air had rushed from 
her lungs.

"Why don't you come with me," Gretchen said.  Taking Cassie's hand, she 
led her down the hallway to a locked door.  "Now listen, if we go in 
here, this has to stay between you and me."

Cassie nodded mutely.  Gretchen took out a key and unlocked the door. 
Inside there was a soft light, and in the center of the room Cassie could
see the table on which the blond had laid only minutes ago.  She wondered
if the table was still wet with her sweat and juices.  "Take off your
clothes and get on the table," Gretchen said, and Cassie obediently peeled
off her outfit.  At first she was a little shy, then she noticed a large
mirror on a wall, and she could see that her body was in tremendous shape,
even tighter than usual, probably because of a combination of working out
and the orgasms she'd experienced. 

"Get up on the table," Gretchen said, helping Cassie up on the table.  
She put her hands on Cassie's hips and pointed her ass up into the air.  
The warm musty air of the gym combined with her own growing excitement to 
give the room a murky, almost swampy scent.  Cassie reached between her 
legs and stroked her pussy, feeling the wetness there.  She pulled the 
finger from her slit and licked it, tasting the slick juice shimmering on 
her fingers.  Cassie looked to her left.  She could see herself in the 
mirror, her ass sticking in the air, her breasts dangling freely in the 
air, her nipples hard and protruding almost painfully.  She had never 
seen her nipples so long, She lifted her right breast with one hand and 
licked the nipple, sucking on it slightly.

"Are you ready?"  Gretchen asked.

Cassie returned her hand to the table, allowing her breast to hand free, 
positioning herself for the paddling.  She looked behind her.  The paddle 
glistened in the light, smooth and hard.  "Yes," Cassie whispered, never 
thinking in her wildest dreams she'd hear the words "please spank my 
ass," coming from her mouth.

Gretchen rubbed the paddle across the globes of her ass, running its hard 
edge through the crack, touching her asshole, with the handle running 
along the edge of her pussy.  Cassie moaned, and then watched in the 
mirror as Gretchen raised her hand and brought the paddle down on her ass 
with a fleshy THWACK.  And then another, and another and another, until 
she lost count and Cassie had lowered her face and chest to the table so 
that her ass was stuck even higher into the air, her pussy exposed even 
wider to the hard wood.  She moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the 
table, until she felt herself coming.  When her muscles began their 
contractions the paddle was suddenly replaced by Gretchen's face buried 
between her ass cheeks, licking her pussy and the crack of her ass while 
Cassie writhed on the table, watching herself in the mirror the entire 
time and enjoying what she saw there.

As did Seria, who had returned to her hiding spot behind the partition, 
and unseen and unheard she furiously rubbed her pussy as her new love 
spilled her juice on the table below her.





     









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If you are under 18, stop reading now. The following is a work of 
fiction; none of the characters represent people living or dead.
This work has been copyrighted by the authors.

                 Aerobic Fantasy in Blue - Chap. 2
                     By Randy and Tracy =Q==Q=

V.
     Cassie had just finished putting away her groceries when the phone
rang. Hopeful that it wasn't another person trying to make a Saturday
afternoon sale, she answered and was thrilled to hear Seria's low sexy
voice.
     "Are you finished with your chores, darling? I need a favor."
     "Sure!" She wondered what Seria had in mind. "What can I do?"
     "Mmmm. You can do lots of things. Why don't you come over, and we can
discuss this in more detail..."
     Cassie felt a hot wave of excitement. "I'm on my way. It's the duplex
next to the bank on Main Street, right?"
     "Ah, huh. The one with the green door. And I'll be behind it."
     "Just keep the snakes penned up," laughed Cassie as she hung up,
remembering how they had joked about the film "Behind the Green Door."

     Seria greeted Cassie with a hot kiss. She was wearing a blue silk
robe. "Come in."
     "Wow!" Casssie paused in the hallway in front of a large mirror
framed with stained glass.
     "I love reflections," purred Seria. "Would you like to see my
bedroom?"
     Cassie needed no second invitation, although she did wonder why
the living room was strewn with silver and green mylar balloons that read
"Happy Birthday, Gina!" She forgot to ask when she saw Seria's room.
Decorated in shades of blue and cream, Cassie's attention was immediately
drawn to the king sized bed covered with a blue spiral quilt that was
reflected several times in the ceiling and wall mirrors. "It's beautiful."
     "Thank you. Would you like to try on one of my robes? It's real silk."
     Cassie kissed her. "In a minute." She loosened Seria's hair and kissed
her neck. "I missed you."
     "Mmmm." Seria hugged her. "I've been thinking about you, too."
     Cassie untied the soft robe and draped it over a chair. Beneath,
Seria was nude. Her swollen nipples doubled in size as Cassie licked
one and then the other. Then she felt an odd feeling that someone was
watching them. She shook it off.
     Seria moaned and helped Cassie undress. "Let's lie down." She kissed
Cassie deeply then positoned her head between her legs.
     "Let's do sixty-nine." Cassie pulled Seria on top. With her fingers
she spread Seria's pink cunt lips. She loved the the pinkness against
Seria's red fur and was soon lost in the taste and womanly smell of her
friend. Seria's clit was already hard, and Cassie licked it slowly.
     Seria moaned and returned the favor, licking and sucking Cassie
and blowing air softly across Cassie's soaked labia. She could feel
Cassie's erect nipples as they rubbed against her tummy. Seria moaned
with pleasure and spread her legs as much as she could. Cassie was
teasing her with slow strokes and she didn't know how much more she
could take.
     Focusing on Seria's clit, Cassie licked it faster. The thought 
that someone was possibly watching turned her on. Seria was on
the edge now, she knew, and in another moment she felt the first wave
of the redhead's orgasm, felt her clit retracting slightly, but Cassie
kept licking, then the next wave started, a multiple orgasm. Seria was
screaming and grinding her pussy against Cassie's face. Cassie held her
breath and brought her friend off the edge until she was barely conscious.
Still, the feeling that someone was watching was overwhelming.
    "Oh, enough, Darling...you'll kill me..." Seria lay down beside her,
panting.
     Cassie stroked her hair. Then she heard a dull thump. She froze.
"What was that?" So maybe they weren't alone.
     "Huh? Oh...the favor...it's my friend Gina's birthday today, and
she's always wanted to watch me make love with a woman. I hope you don't
mind..." her voice trailed off as she studied Cassie's reaction.
     Cassie felt embarrassed for a moment. "She was watching." Then
excitement as she looked back at the wall mirror. "Wow!"
     Seria laughed. "Come out, Gina!"
     A moment later, a young woman in her late twenties shyly emerged from
the bathroom. She was naked and her nipples were hard.
    "There was space in back of the bathroom closet," Seria explained.
I enlarged it a bit and installed a two-way mirror..."
     But Cassie was only partly listening. "Hello, join us," she said.
Seria smiled and caught Gina's eye. This was one birthday that she would
remember for awhile...

VI.

Cassie reached towards Gina's hard nipples. Her breasts were round.
She ran her fingers over them, not daring to pinch them, then Gina
moaned and lay down on the bed. Boldly, Cassie leaned down and kissed
Gina's wet pussy.

"She tastes good," Cassie looked back and whispered to Seria, who lay back 
on the bed, her hand absently stroking her cunt and her breasts.  "Oh 
yes, She tastes very good." Cassie pulled her closer and buried her face 
in Gina's pussy.  Her right hand stroked Gina's breasts. She was amazed 
at how making love to this woman, a stranger, was turning them on. She
lapped gently at Gina's slit, then faced Seria.

Seria rose up and pulled Cassie towards her.  "I wanna try something," 
she said softly.  With that, she resumed the 69 position, with Cassie on 
top, her pussy pressing onto Seria's lips.  Cassie put her head between 
Seria's wet, sticky thighs, again smelling the mustiness of this gorgeous 
redhead who had already come once on her mouth.  Seria concentrated on 
Cassie's clit as she pushed her ass up into the air.  Gina knew what to 
do, and parted Cassie's cheeks. Then she slid her tongue into Cassie's 
ass, rimming her with firm tongue strokes and wet kisses.  
Cassie's head jerked up from Seria's pussy and moaned with delight.

"God it has been SO LONG!" she moaned, her voice nearly hoarse with pent
up desire.  She licked her lips while Gina tongue-fucked her hard from
behind.  Seria was somehow able to maintain contact with Casiie's clit,
although several times, she watched Gina's face as she pumped in and out
of Cassie's behind.  She used her tongue like a small cock, pushing it in
as far as possible, then pulling it slowly out. Occasionally, she paused
to blow little puffs of air over the wetness, while Seria sucked on her
clit and spread her ass open.  Cassie looked down, watching Seria's mouth
and tongue furiously work on her clit. The stimulation was driving her
to the edge.

Then she felt a finger circling her anal opening.  "Oh, God," she moaned, 
"what are you doing now?"  She could feel Gina's finger swipe up juice 
from her foaming pussy and rub it in her asshole.  And then she felt her 
circling her tight opening.  "Do it," she whispered, "oh please use that 
finger."  She couldn't believe she was saying it, but she heard herself 
begging Gina to jam her finger up her butt.

Without missing a stroke Gina slowly worked her finger into her tight
asshole.  Cassie could feel the increased pressure and began pressing her
ass against her hand. Then she felt a finger slid into her pussy, then
two.  She felt totally filled.  With Seria still licking her clit it was
too much.  Cassie grabbed the wooden headboard and felt a wave building
inside her.  Another finger joined the first in her ass and she felt an
explosion somewhere deep inside.  Her cunt poured juice on Gina's hand and
Seria's face as she came hard, thrusting down and back, not giving a
thought to where her writhing might take her, just wanting to feel mouth
and fingers covering and filling every hole in her body.  "Oh God," she
screamed, the knuckles of her hand growing white as she gripped the
headboard. Seria, turned on by the orgasming above her, came hard, gasping
for air as the last spasms shook Cassie, just beyond the extension of her
tongue. 
     
Blissfully, Cassie floated in the afterglow. She heard Seria wish Gina
a Happy Birthday but was too relaxed to do anything but smile...

Scene VII.

     "People don't pay attention to what is going on around them," Seria
remarked.
     Cassie nodded absently, her attention caught by a blue dress in a
department store display. It was Sunday afternoon, and they were shopping
for shoes at the mall.
     "I rest my case," Seria said. They paused outside of a store.
     "Huh? I'm sorry. I was thinking about that dress in the display up
there." She pointed to an elevated display, where a faceless mannequin
wearing a blue satin dress reclined on a couch. "It would look good on
you, Sery."
     "Yes...But blue is your color, too, my dear."
     Cassie studied her lover. "What are you thinking about, woman? I
know that look. It's something no good, I'll bet."
     Seria gave a low laugh. "Do you remember that vibrator that we
saw in the "toy" store?"
     Cassie nodded.  
     Seria opened one of her bags and let Cassie look inside.
     "You bought it!" Her eyes glowed.
     "If you want it," Seria whispered, "here's what you can do..."

     Ten minutes later, Cassie crept up onto the display. She wore
the same blue dress as the mannequin wore. She moved carefully. For
some reason, she wasn't worried about being caught, but she didn't
want the vibrator to slip out of her cunt, which was becoming wetter
by the minute. As she reclined on the couch, she saw Seria below
her. Her lover was watching her from an out-of-the-way spot. Seria
was right: people didn't notice what went on around them. All they
had to do was look up, and they would see a woman nearing the
edge of having an orgasm. That thought made her wiggle her bottom.
Perhaps she and Seria should have made love up here.
     She closed her eyes and pinched her nipples. It wouldn't be long
now.
     Then she felt like someone was staring at her. Opening her eyes,
she saw a young man looking up at her. He grinned and moved to a fake
piller in the store below. Cassie flashed a bare breast at him. The
vibrator was doing its job. Soon, she would let it slid out of her cunt
and rest against her clit.
     Below, the young man wasn't idle. He flashed his cock at her. It
was hard and shinny with precum. Cassie moaned and thought about how
good it would be to have a man making love to her while Seria watched.
She could feel her cunt tightening. She looked over at Seria, wondering
if her lover had seen the man. She had, she was sure.
     Cassie watched them both, knowing that they were getting off on
this scene. Feeling bold now, Cassie opened the dress. She was naked
beneath. The air against her bare skin and the thought that anyone
could see her brought her to the edge. She pulled the vibrator out
of her cunt and held it against her clit, wiggling it back and forth,
feeling the vibration all across her wet slit.
    Then she fell back, letting the vibration push her over the edge.
She came, her pussy and breasts exposed, her juices wetting her thighs.
Through her half-opened lids, she saw the man come in one giant spirt.
Then he jammed his semi-erect organ into his pants and disappeared.
Cassie smiled. Below, Seria was still at her post, and Cassie could
tell by her expression that she had enjoyed at least one come. She
dressed, turned off the vibrator, and shoved it back up inside her.
No point in alarming the salesclerks.
     Moments later, when Cassie had dressed and was leaving the
dressing room, Seria joined her, and without a word scooped up the
dress and laid it by a cashier, with her credit card on top.
     "Oh, Seria," protested Cassie.
     "Call me sentimental," she said, winking broadly. "I saw the
effect that it had on that guy."
     "Huh?" said the clerk, who hadn't been following the discussion.
     "Just ring me up," said Seria. Then she turned and gave Cassie a
sexy look that made her melt.
     "Mmmm." Was all that Cassie could say.

Scene VIII.

Cassie lay on her bed, naked underneath her robe, and smiled
mischeviously.  She had just hung up the phone after a curt conversation
with Ron, her former fiance.  He had called, expecting to find a
frightened, quivering mess of a rejected woman, but instead he had heard
the voice of a strong, satisfied woman.  Her experiences with Seria,
Gretchen, and Gina had made her realize what a beautiful, loving, and
giving person she was.  And she had never felt so fulfilled sexually as
she had in the past few days, although she still hadn't fulfilled her
life-long dream of being taken beyond her sexual limits.  She smiled
again, her hand reaching down between her legs and gently stroking her
pussy, which seemed perpetually wet since she had met Seria, and thought
about Ron's call. 

"You sound different," he had said, sounding almost angry.

"How do you mean?" she had finally responded, struggling to hold back a 
laugh as she twirled the phone cord between her fingers, which still 
seemed to hold Seria's scent.  She licked her fingers, sucking on them 
just a little, hoping to catch a taste of her lover.  "Really, how do you 
mean?"

"I don't know," Ron had stammered defensively.  "Just different...."

Cassie had cut the conversation short with a curt, "Sorry, Ron, but I 
gotta go."

Now she lay in bed, her fingers squeezing her nipple.  She bent her head 
and lapped at her breast with her tongue.  Since she'd gotten involved 
with Seria her nipples seemed harder, and longer when erect than she had 
ever remembered.  And her tongue seemed longer, too, as if all the organs 
and parts of her body that Seria had used for pleasure were becoming more 
intensely sexual.  For the first time in her life she felt sexually 
alive.  She swiped at her tit with her tongue, enjoying the full 
roundness in her mouth, the salty taste of flesh.  "Ummmmm," she 
whispered as she began to suck on the nipple, "that's nice."

There was a soft knocking on her door.  Could it be Seria?  She was sure 
that Seria had said that she'd be gone all afternoon.  Cassie pulled the 
robe tight around her body and crept quietly to the front door.  She put 
her eye up to the peephole, and saw Gina and Gretchen, both in short 
leather skirts and low cut tops, standing on the front porch, looking a 
little confused.  Cassie opened the door.  "Hi," she said, smiling 
broadly at the two women.

"We got your message," they both said simultaneously, glancing at each 
other nervously.

"What message," Cassie asked, sounding confused.

"The one that asked us to stop by at three o'clock." Gretchen answered.

"Hmmmmm.  Do you two know each other?" Cassie asked.

"No," Gina replied, but when she looked at Gretchen, her large breasts 
straining against the material of her top, it was clear she would like to 
know her better.

"Well, come on in, and we'll try to get to the bottom of this," Cassie 
said, suppressing a little smiled, thinking of Gretchen and her paddle, 
and how she had definitely gotten to HER bottom.

After a quick introduction, the three women sat in Cassie's living room, 
drinking sodas and talking about their lives.  After about a half hour, 
Gina stood up and stretched her arms out towards Cassie.  "I don't know 
about Gretchen, here," she said, "but I'm in the mood for something more 
than just talk."

Cassie glanced towards Gretchen, who had lifted her short skirt even more 
to give her full access to her pussy.  Cassie could see that it was 
already wet, her pubic hairs glistening in the afternoon light.  She 
stood up and stepped into Gina's arms, their mouths coming together in a 
deep, soulful, tongue twisting kiss.  Gina's hands dropped down Cassie's 
back, coming to rest on her full ass cheeks, pulling Cassie, who's robe 
had fallen open, hard against her.

"I've been thinking about this every minute since yesterday," Cassie 
whispered, while Gina nibbled at her neck.

"Me, too," Gina replied hoarsely.  She swept her long blonde hair out of 
her face and again placed her lips on Cassie's, wanting to feel the warm 
wetness of her mouth in her's.  Their tongues twined together, until they 
were both stopped by the sound of Gretchen's hand on her pussy, pumping 
herself to a wet orgasm just watching the two women standing over her 
deeply French kissing.

Then Cassie heard a key turn in the door and Seria swept in.  "I wondered 
how long it would take for you three to begin fucking each other." she 
said with a laugh.  "Actually, I'm kinda disappointed.  I thought you'd 
be further along."

Cassie laughed.  "We knew you were coming, so we wanted to wait."

"Which is why Gina has her hands all over your ass and Gretchen just 
worked herself up to a wet spot on your couch," Seria laughed.

Without a word Gretchen got off the couch and pressed Seria down into her 
warmed spot.  Seria was wearing blue tights that showed off every curve 
of her body and a white t-shirt that was loose enough to barely conceal 
her full breasts.  Gretchen positioned herself on her knees in front of 
Seria and began to tongue her slit through the tight material.  "Wait," 
Seria said softly, her breath short. "This is for Cassie, not for me."

Gretchen turned towards Cassie and licked her lips.  "I've got to suck on 
something," she moaned.

With that, the Gina, Gretchen, and Seria gently laid Cassie on the 
floor.  Seria had spread out several quilts over the carpet, providing a 
soft surface for their loving.  Cassie lay on her back and moaned as 
Seria began to work on her left breast and Gina on her right.  Gretchen 
made it clear that she needed something wetter in her mouth, and knelt 
between Cassie's upraised legs and lapped hungrily at her cunt.  Gretchen 
grabbed a pillow from the couch and positioned it under Cassie's ass, 
raising her pussy and making it easier for Gretchen to push her tongue 
into the blossoming pussy which lay before her.  With a moan of her own, 
quickly joined by Cassie, Gretchen lapped at the sweet pussy.

"Oh, God," Cassie moaned hoarsely, "that feels SOOOO GOOOD!"

Seria had all of Cassie's tit in her mouth, sucking on it hard, pulling 
it in and out of her mouth, tonguing the nipple, scraping the hardening 
flesh between her teeth.  Gina was a bit more deliberate, swirling her 
tongue around the erect nipple, which had grown a full inch in length and 
stood straight out from her breast.  Cassie had her hands on the backs of 
Seria's and Gina's heads, pulling them against her breasts, wanting them 
to swallow her completely, to take her deep into their mouths.  But then 
her hands inevitably moved to Gretchen, her fingers stroking the hair of 
the beautiful creature sucking on her hard clit.  She could feel herself 
starting to come, her hands deep into Gretchen's hair as she pulled the 
woman's mouth against her cunt lips.  One of Gretchen's fingers snaked 
into her dripping pussy, searching for the tuft of skin just in the front 
that she knew would drive Cassie over the top.

"There," Cassie moaned, "right THERE!"  And she surrendered to the three 
women who were loving her body.  Seria sucked her breast into her mouth 
and held it, deep throating her nipple and swirling her tongue around the 
base.  Gina bit down on her other tit, her tongue like a firebrand on her 
flesh.  Gina's hands cupped the base of her breast as she worked the 
nipple between her teeth.  And Gretchen's finger had been joined by two 
others in Cassie's pussy as they worked her g-spot in her frothing pussy, 
Gretchen's mouth full on her clit as Cassie began to buck underneath 
her.  Cassie's knees opened wide as she lifted her hips up to grind 
harder against Gretchen's mouth.  Her whole body began to shake and 
throb as her orgasm swept over her, starting deep within her body and 
moving outwards through her pussy and her breasts.  "I'm coooming!" 
Cassie cried out hoarsely as she threw her head back and surrendered 
herself to her pulsating body.

The women eventually made their way to the bedroom, repeating the scene
until all four women lay in a heap of flesh, their naked forms glistening with
sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps.  Suddenly there was the sound
of another key in the lock. 

"Who else has a key?" Seria asked, but before Cassie could even answer, 
she heard Ron's footsteps in the hallway.

     



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**Warning: If you are under 18, stop reading now. This story is a work of 
fiction. This material is copyrighted by the authors.

                 Aerobic Fantasy in Blue - Chap. 3      
                       By Randy & Tracy =Q==Q=

IX.  
   Cassie heard the footsteps pause outside of the bedroom door, then
she heard the hallway closet door squeek open and the scrape of boxes
being shoved around. Seria frowned and disappeared into the bathroom.
     "What's going on?" whispered Gina, sitting up in bed next to her.
     Cassie shook her head and motioned her to be quiet. "Ron, the guy
I was going to marry, is getting the last of his stuff."
     "Will he come in?" Gretchen asked with an evil smile.
     "Ron...?" Suddenly Gina's face went white. "Ron Smith?"
     Cassie looked at her. "Yes, so?"
     "Oh! I'm so sorry...!" she whispered.
Then Cassie heard another male voice in the hallway.
     "C'mon, Ronnie! The game starts in thirty minutes, ya dork!"
     "Shit!" Gretchen rolled off the bed. "That sounds like my husband." She
snatched Cassie's bathrobe from the chair and went out on the porch.
     "What?" Cassie tried to get her post-orgasmic mind to focus,
when there was a loud crash from the porch. Gretchen had somehow
knocked one of the plants over.
     "What was that?" Cassie heard Ron ask. Then the bedroom door
was flung open, and Cassie would never forget the shocked look on 
his face. "Gina! Cassie? Oh, God..." He held onto the door frame.
     "What's wrong...?" the other man asked, then he peeked into the
bedroom.
     It's him, Cassie thought. The guy who watched my exhibition at
the mall. And Gina is the younger woman that Ron left me for....
Suddenly, she felt angry. Men! Always taking..."Get out," she screamed.
"Go away!" The fact that no one moved angered her further. She reached
into her nightstand and brought out her weapon.
     "No, Cassie!" screamed Ron. But it was too late. Carrying on like
a naked madwoman, Cassie aimed the full can of Silly String first at Ron, 
then and Gina, covering them both with bright blue webs. Then she aimed
the can at the guy from the mall. His laughter filled the room. 
     "Get out! Get out! Get out!" she screamed, continuing to fire. Gina
snatched up her clothing and the three beat a hasty retreat through a
clump of stricky threads. She checked the porch, but Gretchen was nowhere
in sight. The thought of her climbing down the old fire escape in a
bathrobe make Cassie laugh. Then she heard the toilet flush. As Seria
emerged from the bathroom, Cassie fell upon her with the last of the can. 
     "Noooooo!" protested Seria as Cassie emptied the last of the can
over her friend's naked body, covering it with layers of sticky blue
threads. 
     Spent, Cassie tossed the empty can in the waste basket and threw
herself weeping across the bed.
     Seria sat down beside her and gently stroked her naked back.
"Take a nap, lover," she whispered tenderly. 
     Cassie calmed down and let sleep overtake her. Spent as she was,
she was too far gone to hear someone coming up the fire escape and
stepping onto the porch.

X.

Cassie slept fitfully.  She had no idea when the Seria had finally left.  
She'd sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Cassie's hair until she heard 
her breathing becoming even as sleep began to overtake her.  Now Cassie 
was alone with her dreams.  She could feel Gretchen's paddle swing down 
sweetly on her upraised butt.  She could feel Seria's velvety tongue 
making its way up her thighs, towards her pussy.  She could feel Gina 
slowly sucking on her nipple, growing hard in her mouth.  Cassie squirmed 
as the memories flooded her dreams.

Without conscious thought, her hand began to work its way underneath her,
towards her aching pussy.  Her hand paused at her right breast and rubbed
against her nipple, sore but still yielding to her touch.  Cassie heard
breathing grow heavy in the room, and somewhere in the back of her mind
she knew it wasn't her breathing.  Her left hand continued to unconciously
rub her nipple, now as hard as an eraser and jutting outwards as if
screaming for a hot mouth to engulf it.  Cassie's right hand moved up
towards her mouth, which needed filling, and she sucked first one, then
two, then three fingers into her mouth.  Her lips slid back and forth
across her fingers as if she were sucking the life from a rigid cock.  She
heard a muffled moan and a zipper, but now, her pussy began to grow wet,
calling for attention. 

Without thinking, Cassie turned on her right side and lifted her leg.  
She could smell her juices filling the room with her scent.  With her 
left hand still working her nipple her now wet right hand dropped from 
her mouth to the frothing lips between her lovely thighs.  At her touch, 
another moan escaped her throat.  Cassie covered her pussy with her palm 
and began to slowly rub it, making a leisurely circular motion.  But she 
quickly realized she needed more.  With her middle finger she probed the 
lips of her sopping cunt, separating them to find the pearl of her 
clitoris between them.  When she found the hard nub waiting for her 
fingers, it was like an electric shock went through her body.  Still, she 
moved as if in a dream.

Cassie wanted more.  She pulled her left hand away from her now aching
nipple and began to rub her taut ass.  Another moan escaped her lips as
she separated her ass cheeks with her fingers.  Her right hand began to
rub her clit a little harder while she rubbed along the outside of her wet
slit with the index finger of her left hand and drew circles with her
thumb around her puckered asshole.  She could feel herself getting closer,
could feel the waves of desire building.  Then, as if controlled by the
hand of another, she inserted two fingers, then three, and then all four
fingers of her left hand into her steaming pussy while her thumb slid into
her widening anus up to the knuckle.  She doubled up as if in
pain--thought it was pure pleasure that washed over her body--as her hands
furiously pounded into her cunt and ass while she rubbed her clit until it
was raw.  With her eyes tightly closed, her leg high in the air stretching
her as open as she could possibly be, she felt her orgasm building up from
deep within, the waves coming faster now.  She moaned and then felt what
seemed to be a scream growing in her throat, almost animal-like in its
intensity.  She felt herself biting on her sheet, wanting
something--anything--in this her last opening, when she felt her clit
contract and her orgasm swept over her.  "Coooooooming," she moaned,
"coooooooooming.  Sweeeeeeet.... oh GOD!"  Her thumb was pushed from her
ass by the force of her contractions and she felt her come juice covering
her hands.  Her thighs quivered as her leg slowly fell to the bed. 

  She could feel her pussy begining to settle down, and her breathing
began to become more normal, when she heard the sound of someone in the
room.  Cassie jerked her head up and looked around.  "What the hell!"
Cassie shouted.  In the corner, his spent cock beginning to soften in his
hand, come spattered on his chest, sat Ron's friend, the guy from the
mall. 

"Hi," he said softly.  "Your porch door was open...."

XI.

     "What are you doing here!" Cassie demanded.
     "Enjoying the show." He smiled and rose from the chair. "You're 
quite a performer. Don't be afraid. I'm harmless. Well, mostly harmless, 
to quote my favorite writer."  He undressed completely and sat on the 
edge of Cassie's bed.
     She looked at his spent cock and wondered where Seria was. Then
the phone rang. Cassie ignored it.
     "Aren't you going to answer it?"
     Cassie shook her head, got up, and stumbled into the bathroom, still
groggy from her nap and latest orgasm. All that mattered right now was
going pee... She emptied her swollen bladder and climbed into the shower,
forgetting to lock the door and ignoring the stranger outside. 
     The hot water turned out to be exactly what she needed. She let it
flow through her hair and over her aching muscles, enjoying the warm
relief that it brought...
     "May I join you?"
     "Huh?" Cassie turned around as Ron's friend got into the shower. Now 
that she was more awake, she noticed how sexy he was. A wave of desire 
washed through her, taking away whatever fear she may have had.
     "I take it that those erect nipples of yours mean yes."
     Cassie started to say something, but he reached for the bar of lilac
soap, wet it, and began washing her breasts. "Oh!"
     He took his time rubbing soap carefully over her breasts, taking time
to slowly circle her nipples. She squirmed with pleasure.
     When he put the soap down, she returned the favor. His cock was slowly
returning to life. It would feel good to have that cock inside her cunt,
she decided.
     "Trade you places."
     She let him stand under the water and played with his erection.
     "Yes...good." He fingered her nipples, then surprised her with a
deep kiss on her wet lips. They kissed until the water turned cold.
     "Brrrr." Cassie broke off the kiss.
     He shut off the water, not breaking contact with Cassie's left 
nipple as she gropped for the towels. A few minutes later, they were
lying in bed, Cassie on top while he continued sucking her nipples.
She heard the phone ringing, heard her recorder, but it was all far away.
     "Slide it in," he whispered.
     Smiling, she ran the head of his cock through her damp slit but didn't
insert it.
     "Tease!" He sucked her nipple hard and rubbed her clit with his free 
hand.
     When she could no longer stand the stimulation, she leaned back 
against his cock and took in, slowly, very slowly.
     He moaned and bucked his hips, but she kept up the slow pace.
     "Yes, yes...make him wait," whispered Seria, who suddenly appeared. 
She got behind Cassie and worked on her friend's nipples.
     Cassie moaned. This was too good! She increased the pace and felt his
cock expand to its fullness. Someone was also fingering her clit. She closed
her eyes. She heard moaning and hard breathing, then her orgasm took her as
the man went still, thrusting his cock as far into her cunt as he could,
coming in throbbing spasms that matched her own. Then she heard the whine of
a vibrator and felt something wet and hard against her ass. She saw the 
man's eyes open wide.
     Seria turned Cassie and shoved one end of a vibrating, double-headed
dildo up Cassie's ass, while she slide the other end into her well-lubed
cunt. They fucked for several minutes as the man watched. Cassie felt
Seria's arousal and did her best to match her friend's wild movements.
Looking back, she watched as Seria rubbed her cunt while taking the 
vibrating, rubber dildo deep inside her, head thrown back and breathing
in short gasps. It wouldn't be long now. Seria moaned. Cassie saw that the
man was now licking her friend's breasts, which put her over the edge.
     "O-H-H-H!" Seria groaned, and Cassie felt her friend's orgasm as
a weak one washed through her. They fell back against the bed, then the man 
shut the vibrator off and licked the ends of the dildo.
     Cassie grinned a satisified grin. For the first time in years, she
could honestly say that she had been totally satisified sexually. 

End of Story
April 9, 1995

     
     


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