As usual, I was having coffee with my next-door neighbor, Jane, in her kitchen. 
We had talked over a lot of morning coffees and I really didn't get embarrassed
when our conversation turned to sex.  Jane admitted that sex with her husband had
lost a lot of its excitement and I had to agree.  Jane said her daughter, Stacy,
who was away at college, probably had a much more exciting sex life than she did!
 I nodded my head in agreement, though I was a little amazed that Jane could
contemplate Stacy's possible sex life with such detachment. Other than that, our
conversation was routine that morning though Jane did invite me to come back
later to swim & sunbathe at their pool.

While we were laying out, Stacy came out: she apparently had just arrived for a
week's visit home and had seen us and come out to catch some rays herself.  I
caught myself staring at her a little: she wore this tiny black bikini that made
the one-pieces that Jane and I were wearing seem positively conservative.  She
had the body for it, too--she looked like one of those girls on a diet soda or
light beer commercial.  She glanced at me and actually caught me staring and I'm
sure I must have blushed.  But she had already looked away, but only after giving
me a sly little smile and I thought she actually wriggled her body a little for
my benefit!  What was she thinking?

We all talked, but I was sitting there wondering.  Stacy might as well have
winked at me!  But she didn't give anymore indications of anything unusual so I
concluded that she had a strange sense of humor.

Later, back home, I hadn't been dressed for more than a minute or two when the
doorbell rang and in came Stacy when I answered it. She had slipped a pair of
cutoffs over her bikini.  "Hi," she said and she had this smile on her face.  My
mind raced as I tried to interpret it, a part of me feeling suspicious.

"You know, my roommate at college turned out to be a Lesbian."

"She did?"  I was so shocked, that was the only answer my brain could produce. 
She was smiling and approaching me.

"She convinced me that I would enjoy some really good oral sex, even from her...
do you like being licked?"

"Well, yes."  She was moving closer and I was nervously backing away.  Why did I
answer a question like that?  My mind was still numb.  Our eyes were locked.  She
still smiled.

"Of course you do!  And I'll bet you don't get it nearly enough."  She was too
close!  I was backed up to a wall.  "I admit it," she went on, "I enjoyed what
she could do to me, even though she was a woman. And she even convinced me I
ought to return the favor!"  Suddenly she was down on her knees in front of me,
unzipping my jeans!  I was left staring at the top of her head.  She quickly
peeked up at me and said "You'll like this!"  She sort of shivered--I swear it
was the same wriggling motion she made before out at the pool.  Her fingers had
pulled down my panties and suddenly she was licking me!

There was nothing I could do.  Oh, she was so good!  I'd never been licked like
that before!  In seconds I was gasping for breath and the feelings of pleasure
just grew and grew!  I didn't care anymore, but just wanted her to finish me!  I
vaguely heard a "mmm" sound she made and I heard myself whispering "Don't stop!"
over and over.  Soon I was coming and I felt lightheaded standing there like
that!  As I was coming down, I could tell she had switched to kissing.  Then she
stood up and smiled at me, making a "mmhmm" sound, and turned and walked out!

That night I must have been a complete zombie thinking about that afternoon!  My
husband must have wondered about me.  A woman had done that to me!  I hadn't had
an orgasm like that in years!  It must have been her technique... but I felt like
I could stand letting a woman do me for something like that!  What was Stacy
thinking? She had seemed to act as if it were all some casual encounter.  Had she
thought I was lusting after her?  It was embarrassing!

The next morning the doorbell rang and there was Stacy again!  I was speechless
with embarrassment, not knowing what to say after our previous meeting, but she
just came in, backed me to a wall again, knelt in front of me and started taking
off my pants again!

"Stacy!"  I found my voice.  "Stacy, I don't..." I never finished it.  She had
started licking and I immediately lost my train of thought.  Oh, she was so
wonderful, it felt so good!  If my husband could only do that!  If he'd even just
try!  I just stood there and enjoyed it.  In a minute, Stacy was standing and she
gave me a quick little kiss on the lips and left.  In a couple of minutes I
realized I'd better pull up my panties and pants again!

That afternoon, she was back again.  I was against the wall with my pants down in
no time.  But she stopped and looked up at me!  She put something over my head--a
long thin chain with a key; and then she quickly undressed!  There she was, nude,
right in front of me!  That body!  She still looked into my eyes and smiled.  She
put something around her neck and something on one of her wrists and stood right
in front of me.  The thing around her neck was a headband and she adjusted it
over her eyes like a blindfold!  Then she turned around and held her hands in
back of her toward me, together.  It was a pair of handcuffs hanging from one of
her wrists!

"Close them over my other wrist," she said.  I did it.  I don't know, maybe I
would have done anything at that point.  She turned around to face me and knelt
down in front of me and moved closer.  I looked down at the top of her head.

"Put your fingers in my hair and grab some," she said.  She was so businesslike! 
I did it.  I realized I was in a position to guide her mouth right to my cunt.  I
didn't hesitate.

She licked.  I pushed and pulled her head to get her tongue where I wanted it. 
She was so good.  I looked down at her: this absolutely stunning woman, kneeling
in front of me, handcuffed, blindfolded, in a position to serve my pleasure!  Her
body was so perfect!  I *liked* having her like that!  It was *more* than the
licking now!  I liked having a sex slave!  With a body like I never had, but it
was *I* who was in control.  I came so hard.

Later when she was gone, I thought about having her like that.  Stacy kneeling
for me!  But it occurred me that it was really she who was in control--who had
instigated everything and decided what we were going to do.  Her submissive role
was only what *she* decided we'd do.  I should take charge--tell *her* what to
do!  No, I couldn't--I just didn't have it in me to be so forward.  But when she
came again the next morning, there was still no way I could talk about it.  So I
just let her lead the way.  We did the same thing again, with the handcuffs and
blindfolds.  But the following morning there was another woman with her when she
came!  She introduced the other woman as her college roommate, Laura!  I became
tongue-tied again and just stared.  She wasn't dressed in the skimpy clothing
that Stacy wore when she came over, so I couldn't see her body, but she had black
hair, black eyes, and her face was beautiful.  Her eyes--I think she might have
been part Asian.  She didn't greet me, but looked at me and smiled.  And she
approached me!   Like Stacy had, but there was something different about her
smile, more calculating! She approached quite close, just inches away from me.  I
found myself backed up against my dining table.

She spoke: "She wants it, doesn't she?"  I realized she wasn't talking to me even
though she was looking right into my eyes!

"Oh, yes," came Stacy's soft reply.

And Laura was on her knees in front of me.  Her motion was so smooth, like a cat.
 And she had my pants down and her tongue was on me.  But it was different!  One
little soft lick... then I waited!  I couldn't stand it, my body pressed forward
of its own accord.  And a little lick to my clitoris.  She was teasing me! 
Another little lick. It was nothing like Stacy... I was going wild with desire! 
I felt her finger slip between my rear cheeks!  And press against me... back
there!  And the licks!  And a finger, slipping in.  I couldn't stand it!  I was
leaning back against the table, and I ended up lying on it with my rear sticking
off!  Her finger pushed in my rear!  She was licking more, but still going back
and forth from my clit to the insides of my cunt and back!  It seemed like hour
upon hour, I was just building and building.  I was going crazy.  When I came, I
blacked out briefly and it was scary--I don't remember anything like that
happening to me before.

As I came out of it, she was standing in front of me, looking down at me while
softly caressing my cunt with her fingers.  Stacy was looking down at me too. 
Neither were smiling now, and both had unreadable expressions on their faces. 
Then they both up and left before I had even gotten up off the table!

That afternoon, Stacy phoned and told me to come over.  I didn't even think about
the possibility of refusing!  When I arrived, Laura met me at the door.  She told
me to take off my clothes!  Those were the first words she had spoken *to* me.  I
briefly thought about being in Jane's house.  I looked at Laura--she was waiting
for me.  I couldn't refuse!  In a minute I was nude, my clothes on the floor. 
Laura took my hand and drew me into the kitchen.  Both Jane and Stacy were in
there, both nude already!  Jane, nude!  They were standing next to each other and
Laura drew me over next to them so the three of us were in a line.  Stacy and
Jane never looked at me, but looked ahead almost as if they were in the army
standing at attention.  I did the same.

Laura walked around us, looking at us.  She walked around behind us slowly, and
around in front again.  She stopped in front of me and looked into my eyes. 
Suddenly I felt her fingers on my cunt.  So quickly they were caressing!  I
almost exploded in an orgasm right there, and my knees buckled and I ended up on
the floor.  She gave me a moment and then told me to stand up.  She also said
"Eyes to the front!" to all of us, I think.  She walked around us again, and I
heard a gasp while she was behind one of them.

Then she handed us each a dildo.  Mine was greasy in my fingers-- petroleum jelly
or something.  She had us each push the dildo into our own rear holes!  She sat
in a chair, in front of us while we worked them in and out.  Soon she had her
pants down.  She told Stacy to come.  Stacy went and knelt in front of her and
licked.  Jane and I continued to work the dildos in and out.  After a few
minutes, Laura sent Stacy back and told *me* to come!  My eyes were glued to her
cunt.  I knew I'd have to lick it.  She was making me.  I never imagined I'd ever
do anything like that, but Laura's eyes...

I licked.  I heard a very quiet chuckle from Laura above me.  And she said the
word "slut".  She said it quietly, but I know she said it.  I kept licking.  Soon
she sent me back and Jane was there licking her. Jane!

Laura seemed to enjoy that scene: she kept us at it all afternoon. But later,
while we were lined up at "attention", she went off and came back with some
things: a big vibrator (not one of those little ones shaped like a penis!) and
several pairs of handcuffs!  Then she took Jane and Stacy into the bathroom and
shut the door.  I heard them doing things with the handcuffs and then I heard the
vibrator go on.  There was a moan and then Laura slipped out the door, closing it
behind her, and came back to me.  The vibrator was still going and I heard more
moans, sometimes two at the same time!

But Laura didn't give me leisure to listen.  She had me lie my body face down on
the kitchen table with my feet on the floor.  She reached under me from the side
and fingered my cunt and soon I was out of control, on the verge of coming. 
Suddenly there was a wild feeling of pain on my rear!  She had spanked it or
smacked it with something!  And she didn't stop and I came and came!  Then she
had me lick her again.  I still heard moans from the bathroom.  She held my hair
and guided my tongue with her hand motions.  I couldn't tell if she came, but she
did make an "mmm" sound after a while.  Maybe she came quietly.

She took me to the front hall and told me to get dressed and go home. I still
heard moaning sounds.  She giggled at them.

And that was the last I saw of Laura and Stacy: they went back to school before I
saw them again.  The next morning it was time to go over to Jane's for coffee,
but I felt really weird about going.  But I took a deep breath and made myself
go--we had been friends for years.  We sat down and drank our coffee, but soon
our conversation grew stilted--I knew we were both thinking of that strange
afternoon and it was even affecting our ability to gossip!  I glanced at her
eyes, apparently the same time as she glanced at mine and our eyes locked.  We
kept staring at each other, at a loss for words. Then something made me do it--I
slipped off the chair to my knees, leaned over, and started unbuckling Jane's
jeans!  She picked her rear up off the seat briefly to let me pull her jeans and
panties down.  We hadn't said a word.

Now we still have our coffee every morning in her kitchen, but while I drink
mine, she is between my knees, and while she drinks hers, I return the favor.