And who said blondes have all the fun?

We were the last in the changing room afterwards. As we showered, I watched the way she glided the soap down the slopes of her breasts. The sight of her pussy sent those feelings on the field back to my clit, leaving me sopping wet and I had to turn away and rub furiously after she stepped back into the changing room.

“I saw you,” she told me and gave me a look. “I saw what you did and I gotta say I wanted to eat you right then and there.”

I pushed up against the locker, fearful that she was only pulling me on, but delighted to hear that she wanted to lick my pussy as much as I wanted to eat hers out. She came up to me and placed her hands on my naked breasts. My towel had already fallen from the initial shock. Her hand delved into my wet cunt, rubbing my clit in tiny circles while one figure probed me.

“We gotta do this quick,” she said and got on her knees to lick my cunt.

While you might be watching it for the softcore erotica that the show presents, you significant other will think you just want to spend quality time with her.

I think watching two girls getting it on (or more, whatever) in real life would be different than what we see in porn. For instance, I think the dildo is the creation for lipstick lesbians in adult movies. Licking and sucking might not be enough to get a guy off. We need to see some…you know, this is getting too psychologically messed up for me to continue.

Happy jerking off, y’all.

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Within seconds, I imagine this girl walking up to us and asking my girlfriend is she wants a drink. Her voice is seductive, but not masculine. There isn’t a hint of butch in the girl. Soon they’re laughing, flirtatiously pawing at each other.

“Join me in my room?” She looks at me. “He can come. He has to behave, though.”

She undresses my girl and then herself. She has me sitting in the corner literally holding my cock as I take it all in. Soon she’s convinces my girl to lap up her pussy juices. She instructs her to insert a finger.

“After tonight,” she whispers, “I’ll make you a pro.”

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I dislike the webcam sex. Not because I hate watching a girl masturbate, because I love the whole voyeuristic feel of watching a young nymph fingering her wet cunt, massaging her clit and sucking off the juices from her moist fingers. I also love the naturalist feel to webcam sex, meaning that not every girl in the nation, or the world – thank you internet – for that matter, is a porn star or has a porn star-esque body. Pubic hair! And the only plastic that appears in the feed is a dildo if she’s using one. Those are probably what I look for in a woman if I’m going to defile her in one way or another – again, as I’ve stated in the past, I’m not looking for seventies bush, I’m just hunting for some evidence that the person I’m fucking is in fact a person I should be fucking.

What I don’t like is the pauses. The glitches of movements that the webcam didn’t capture. That’s the only thing that I hate about webcam sexual acts.

[NOTE: I don’t know why I couldn’t post the video here, but the clip above is not the clip I wrote the blog around. You may find the video I did write the blog around here.]

“I was nervous,” she says into the mic. “I was nervous that I’d like it more than my boyfriend’s cock.”

“And did you?”

She smirked. “The moment that slick tongue entered my pussy, lapping at my clit, I thought to myself, man he’s so fucked now.”

“You girls ever touch yourselves?” she cooed.

“Like when you shower?” I asked, feeling a little silly after.

“No. Like when you’re thinking about sex and you just start touching yourself.”

Me and Stacy both eyed her wondering what she meant.

“Like masturbating?” asked Stacy, her eyes becoming wild.

“Yes,” Heather smirked. “Just like that.”

“You two had a fling?” I asked.

“She had a fling; I had something.”

She provides me evidence, a fuzzy self portrait of her and Blaspheme lying on the bed, nude. Blaspheme is looking off in the distance, a quirk the woman later says belongs to the subject.

“But she can sure eat pussy. She eat me out well. We were lipstick lesbians at best. Neither was a top, we sort of just took turns at the game. But she can make me cum in moments and I can make her cum as well. It’s hard to fake a squirt like that. It’s not someone just pissing like you see in porn. It’s something more than that.”

“So what happened?”

She shrugged, “One day, after an hour of sex, she was gone. I never heard from her again.”