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There are certain experiences in your life that profoundly alter your
perception of reality. I thought soap operas were too ridiculous but
after seeing the O.J. trial, soaps are not too far off from the truth.
When I was in college, I experienced my eye-opening event and it was not
in a formal classroom. Along with the endless hours of classwork and
studying, the greatest lesson learned was the ability to live and learn
from other peers. This social interaction taught me to view all genders,
creeds and nationalities as equals, despite the stereo-typing by t.v. and
cinema. I especially found that pornographic movies misled men into the
fantasy of sex-craved women that allowed you to debase them for some grand
pleasure. They are at least entertaining as well as acrobatic, but far
from the truth. At least I thought so until one night...

I had friend named Lisa. She and I had met at a party and hooked up
that night. We did have sex but only with the encouragement of a keg.
Afterwards, we ackwardly developed a friendship. We realized that we were
better friends than lovers. We talked about everything from family
problems to new and old lovers. Through all of this honesty, we both knew
that we knew each other too well to date. However, there was still the
excitement of sexual tension. Lisa was short, 5'2", 115 lbs., long
straight blonde hair, and an incredible body. Her breasts were so
perfect. Her tits stood out like Kilimanjaro off the plains of the
Serengeti. They were large and soft and sensitive and perfect. They did
not sag for she worked out regularly but stood with a pride all their own.
Oh how I fantasized about her but I only climbed that mountain once, that
is before my awakening.

We lived in an apartment complex on campus. It was very comfortable
living for students because of all the space. And it jammed many people
into one spot. It was not unusual for a stairwell to become family,
friends, enemies and lovers all in one semester. Lisa lived in a
stairwell that had eight apartments, two on each level. The apartments
were unisex but the stairwells were coed. Below Lisa's apartment was one
particular group of guys that embodied the college experience, a keg in
the tub, music blaring at all hours, a floor hidden under a carpet of
clothes, biological experiments gone bad in the frig, pizza boxes in the
tons lining the walls. Lisa's roommates and her four female neighbors
became good friends with the pig sty below.

It was a mutual relationship with the men providing the depravity
with the women supplying food, washing, detergents, basically everything
found in the civilized world. Lisa had a never ending story of the antics
between the sexes. One of her narratives described how during a
sophisicated discussion of movies, the boys dragged it in the gutter by
supporting porno movies. The argument became heated in the circles of
humanity, degrading women, male attempt at control, etc. The guys made
the out right observation that none of the girls have seen a porno and so
can not judge them. With this logic, the open-minded women agreed to a
video night featuring adult movies. The night was a success. The
discussion of the movies went on for days after the premier. Lisa had
filled me in on the event after the first night and said that it was all
they could talk about with the positions and toys and sizes and sounds and
it all. She invited me to the next showing.

It was a real event. It was held in the other girls' room. All the
chairs and sofas were placed in a "U" facing the t.v. and throw pillows
laid on the floor. People started to pour in with popcorn and drinks,
talking about the upcoming feature. In all, about twenty people showed
for the viewing, split almost evenly between men and women. Lisa claimed
a single chair for her own while I sat in front of her on the floor. I
could not help but to turn around and look at her for I was eye level with
her crotch. She wore over-sized shorts, a t-shirt and a baseball hat. It
took all of my will not to stare at her thighs and her panties. When the
movie began I leaned back against her chair and she draped her leg over my
shoulder. This was not unusual. We had watched movies before and we tend
to lean against each other, but this was different. Her legs were freshly
shaved and felt like silk to my touch. I all but shuddered from the
sensation. My crotch became warm with blood then subsided. Then the
flick started.

The plot consisted of farmers doing it in every part of the farm.
They fucked in the fields and banged in the barn. One woman even got it
on with a horse. The crowd hissed and cheered, booed and applauded, ohhed
and ahhed. Someone always had a comment that sent the group into a
roar. The women fixated on one guy who had a ten inch dick, and they
agreed that it would just hurt, alot. And of course, there were several
scenes of lesbianism, toys, and multiple partners.

The movie finally finished and most of the crowd dispersed. Eight
remained, three men and five women. We cleaned up a little and talked
about the movie. Lisa in the middle of the conversation asked me to help
her take a chair of hers back to her room. I readily obliged. When back
in her apartment we grabbed a drink and continued to talk about the
movie. She had some questions and I tried to answer them. What took me
by surprise was when she admitted that the lesbian scenes really turned
her on. She thought that she would never try it but found the women
alluring and the sex steamy. I could not contain myself. My erection
buldged from my shorts. She noticed my excitement and began to say how
she wondered I was like in bed when sober. I just stared at her and said
that there is only one way to find out. I leaned to her and kissed her.

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We stood there for sometime kissing and slithering over each other.
My hands kneaded her back and slid across her ass. Her hands did the same
with an occasional grasp of my hair. It was incredible. The urgency
pressed our desire into overdrive. At one point, I reached underneath her
baggy shorts, below her tight cotton panties, to her bare skin. I traced
the curves to the opening between her thighs. The damp heat radiated from
her sex, inviting me to explore further. My fingers followed the edge of
her pubic hairs across her swollen labia, then seperated them to get a dip
in her love pool. Her juices were on the move and my finger urged for it
to come out. My slick fingers pulled away from her backside and up to my
mouth. I stopped kissing her for a moment to lick her love off of my
digits. She just stared at me and a muffled moan leaked from her mouth.

We left the living room for her bedroom. It was neat with pictures
of U2, a Monet print, and some college postings on the wall. Everything
was in its place, and we took ours on her bed. We continued to ravage
each other, grasping and pushing at each other's body. I tugged on her
shirt and she pulled away to allow me to pull it over her head. I just
stared at her as she laid back on her bed. I was stunned by her
breasts. My imagination nor my memory did justice to them. I dove
forward and smoothered myself in between her cleavage. The warmth and
softness made my mind drift away from my body. It quickly jolted back
when I noticed her hands pushing her breasts out of their captors and
towards my mouth. Her nipples towered above the large areola. I leaned
to it as a babe famished. My hand replaced hers as I cupped her tit
trying to coax the nourishment out but nothing physical came. My hunger
only increased. I wanted more.

Her bra came off and lay on the floor on her shorts. Her panties
were at my feet as I knelt before her spreading thighs. I could smell
her moisture emanating from her sex. I reverently approached her,
kissing and licking her thighs until I was devouring her. The taste was
exquisite, a mixture of sweet and raw. She squirmed slightly as my
tongue explored the intricate folds leading to her opening. I licked and
lapped, softly then with pressure. I knew she enjoyed this special
attention and I gladly gave it to her. Her hands tugged on my hairs and
stroked my face as I continued my tonguing. She began to pant.

My hands were on her stomache until she urged them to her exposed
sex. She wanted me to finger her but I was not assuming anything.
She kept grabbing my hand and pushing it near her opening, always to no
avail. Finally, she took my fingers and pushed them into her. As she
stopped, so did my hand. Somewhat fustrated but very wanting, she kept
manipulating my hand like a dildo. She controled the pace and the angle,
as I sucked on her clitoris. The excitement was building. I could not
throttle back my enthusiasm. I began to control my own hand as I jabbed
her with two fingers. I varied the speed and pressure of both hand and
tongue. She was close, real close. I quicked my pace. My hand blurred
as I fucked her with my fingers. My tongue dug into her clitoris, moving
with a deftness and strength all its own. Her hips gyrated and her legs
popped up and down. She moaned and gasped for breath, went rigid and
then limp. Her juices flowed from her and I lapped at it as best as I
could.

With little time to rest, she pulled me up onto her and told me to
fuck her. I undressed fanatically then reassumed my former postion. I
laid on her bare. The softness and warmth made my mind swim with
pleasure. She reached below and grabbed my cock. It did not need any
encouragement. With her finger, she spread my precum over its opening. I
trembled. Then she guided me into her. Words can not describe the bliss
I felt. I had never felt such a feeling. The last time I barely
remembered her naked, let alone this feeling. I stopped fully in her.
We could not get closer than we were at that moment. Our bodies pressed
against each other, our sexes embraced. Then I felt her walls close around
my cock. She let out a yipe not in pain but from utter enjoyment.
Slowly I began to move in and out of her. She breathed heavily into my
ear and I into hers. Our pace picked up. She met each of my thrusts with
one of her own. We fucked, not in a rude or crass manner but with the
rawness of carnal pleasure.

I wanted to explode in her, but I knew I could not without
protection. She knew my every thought and told me to cum on her. And
that is what I did. After and few minutes of stoking our fires, I pulled
out of her and climbed to her stomach. She tried to pulled me further to
her mouth but I never made it. I shot a lode onto her stomach and tits,
as she jerked me in a frenzy. Cum oozed out of my opening through her
hand and onto her body. The trail was obvious and obtuse. The additional
lubrication made her motions on my cock intensify and I felt as if I were
going to orgasm again, but it slowly subsided.

She took hand away from my cock and felt the wetness on her body.
She lingered through the mess and even spread it to new areas. Then she
did something that totally took me by surprise. She scooped some of my
cum off of her breast and brought it to her mouth. She licked it off as
if it were an ice cream cone, trying to savor it before it melted and ran
away. I just stared at her as she looked at me and smiled. All I could
think of was she looked like one of the girls in the movie, loving cum
and not able to get enough of it.

We cleaned up by taking a shower and then went back to the party.
Hardly anyone was left. They said that the movie had caused many of the
watchers to go off to their bedrooms. With that, Lisa and I turned to
each other and smiled.