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TRISH'S LIFE

        Ah spring. Time for throwing your sweaters and coats in the closet
and digging up your favorite bikini. Go light on classes, heavy on tanning, and
if you're like me, heavy on sex.
        I'm blessed with a beautiful body, although I consider myself quite
deserving of it. I do exercise, I swim for our school, and I jog, but I never
do it to change my body. I've got long well-tanned and well-toned legs, an
admirably developed chest (34C), and a trim waist. I'm blonde, of course, and
have been told my eyes sparkle like Lapis Lazuli. I don't know what that is
but guys seem to get turned on by it, so I'm not complaining.

        Well, I got up around 9 this morning and opened my apartment window
to the outside air. The birds were singing, the air was warm, and a couple
guys across the street got a treat (I happened to sleep in the nude last night)
We know each other, although I haven't done anything with them, I'm planning
to soon.
        I still had some modesty so I left the window open and closed my
drapes. It was an enjoyable start to the day however, as I always get charged
up over exhibitionism.
        I'd been waiting for weeks for the first hot day of spring. After a
refreshing shower and primping, I dug out the outfit I'd been saving. First
I put on my favorite bikini of all time, bandeau top, thong bottom, bright
pink. It shows off all my assets ;-). Then came a tight white tee shirt top
and my favorite skirt, a white cotton one with cheerleader-like pleats. It
only reaches my mid-thigh! Lastly some sandals and I was all set to turn some
heads on campus.
        I threw my towel and some notebook in my backpack and headed off
to class.
        My only class of the day (I told you I work it light) was Russian
culture in this big lecture hall. It even has a small balcony. That's where I
go!
        Walking to class was kind of enjoyable, I turned heads as usual and I
floored a couple guys by smiling at them. I also noticed that there were a
few people sunning themselves on the quad, nothing spectacular, but a
precedent.
        When I got to Morris Hall for my class I headed straight for the
balcony. There's a couple guys who sit up there that I'm determined to get
naked with. They were both there when I came through the door so I sat in
a seat in front of them. They stopped talking and I knew they were checking
me out. At the start of the semester, I'd looked them over too, and they seemed
really horny. I mean, it only took me a few minutes of maneuvering in my seat
to produce my favorite bulge in their jeans.
        Anyway, I sat down in front of them and started immediately. I adjusted
myself in my chair and bent over to dig through my backpack in such a way that
my skirt got untucked from beneath me. Both of the guys got a good view of my
thighs and hips, although it still covered my rear.
        I let them simmer a little bit and then I turned around to ask them
to clarify what the professor had just said. They both were flushed red and
quickly moved themselved in their seats trying to hide their erections. They
gave me some silly answer (What did I care anyway?). I turned back to the
lecture.
        The important reason for that action, was my skirt was now pulled to
my left, exposing my behind and its sliver of a thong. I only let it sit there
for a few moments before I rearranged myself and pulled my skirt back under.
I had to keep them thinking I was a good girl, right? What fun is it to be
seduced if the guy knows that you want his cock already?
        I spent the rest of the lecture kind of listening to the lecturer, but
really taking the opportunity to act as sexy as I am.

        To soon, the class was over and it was on to phase two. I collected my
books and tarried long enough for the guys to follow me out. I headed straight
for the quad, stopping once or twice to say hi to someone and make sure the
guys were still following.
        In the hour I'd been in the building, only a few more people had come
to lie in the sun. And nobody in their swimsuit. I know I turn heads, but I
like to have the advantage of being the undisputably hottest girl laying out.
        I selected a spot and took my towel out of my backpack. I spread it
slowly and saw that the guys had sat down a little ways away, not exactly
facing me, but definitely in a comfortable position to check me out.
        I sat down on the towel, keeping my skirt very respectable. I took out
my notebook and began to pretend to write in it. I kept this up until the guys
seemed to be losing interest.
        You know, I play men so well, its like I'm a virtuoso of love ;-)
        Anyway, I put my notebook away and began to take off my T-shirt. And
gee, the guys changed their mind and sat back down ;-). I pulled it off slowly
accenting my long hair and my bikini top. I dropped the shirt to one side, and
looked around. I'd gotten quite a few people's attention, including three
girls from class. I made plans to investigate them later, but for now I
kept on my man-hunt.
        Next came my skirt, not much of a sacrifice considering how little it
covered. Then again, my thong is really tiny.
        I bunched my skirt and shirt together and made a little pillow. Then
I laid on my stomach and relaxed in the hot rays of the sun and the hotter
stares of my guys. This was real comfortable, and the exposure of my ass to
the world was getting me excited. I kept thinking about how daring I was being
and I started to fantasize about taking all of my clothes off.
        After some time, I reached back and unsnapped my bandeau top, exposing
my bare back and part of my tits on the sides. This was a real thrill, I could
feel my nipples getting real sensitive against the lycra top and my pussy
warming with those little electric tingles. I even started to move my hips
around, when I realized I was going too far. Lots of people were staring at me.
Lots of guys (and those three girls). This was really exciting and I had to
force myself to resnap my top, and put my skirt back on. I gathered my shirt
and towel and stuffed them in my backpack.
        At this point I was so horny, I was starting to not really consider
what I was doing. I wanted those guys so bad, I walked right over to them and
sat down beside them.
        "You know its just a little too public here, you know." They were
naturally struck dumb by my forwardness, my awesome body, and the possibilities
I seemed to indicate. Finally, one spoke.
        "You're right. People staring and all. I'm Chris and this is my buddy
Mike."
        "Hi guys, I'm Trish. I don't mind people staring at all, its just that
I can't do anything I want here on campus."
        "Real shame isn't it. We'd let you do anything you want at our house."
Finally, they were getting the idea.
        "Oh really, and where's that?"
        "The Alpha Gamma house." Shit. A fraternity. I'd run into some messy
situations with fraternities.
        "That's a lot of guys, isn't it. Why don't you walk me back to my
place. I've got a fenced in lawn, real private." They nodded quickly and we
headed north.
        They talked a lot, probably to try and calm themselves. I got their
phone number (I never give mine) and their address, but I really didn't care
what their majors were, I wanted their meat.

        The walk wasn't too long, although the guys seemed to be cooling off
as we arrived. I led them into the kitchen and opened the door to the outside.
I got some glasses and poured each of us a beer, purposefully slopping some
on to my hands.
        "Here you go. Oh rats." I looked at my hands and my skirt in an
expression of 'Oooh I don't want to get my skirt stained'.
        "Mike could you take off my skirt for me, my hands are wet." He nodded
quickly and walked over to me. He got a hold of the waistband and slowly pulled
it down my legs, revealing my nearly-bare ass and my barely covered pussy.
        "And pull up my suit, please." He was down on one knee as I gracefully
stepped out of my skirt so he just adjusted it from there, hooking his fingers
around the thin waist lines and tugging up until it was nice and snug all
around.
        "Thanks, Mike. You're a jewel." I kissed him on the lips and skipped
outside to my waiting lounge chair.
        "Come on out and get some sun, guys!"  Beyond getting them outside,
this was a signal to my neighbor, Charlotte that there was going to be show.
She and I got along really well, her the voyeur, myself the exhibitionist.
        the guys came out and stood there staring at me and sipping their beer.
        "Oh come on now, you'll never get a tan standing there like that! Go
grab those lawn chairs and set them up over here" They did so, arranging them
so they faced me directly. They sat down on them and again went back to sipping
their beer.
        "Take your shirts off. I bet you're hunks. Lemme see." They paused but
both took off their shirts. They were gorgeous, well musculed, but not muscle
bound, broad shoulders, chest with some light curly hair.
        "My my, you guys are really cute. But you know nothing about getting
a tan. How do you expect to get a tan in those big baggy shorts? Take them off.
And don't worry, nobody can see in here and were all good friends, right?"
        They paused longer, but Mike eventually nodded and began to pull his
shorts off. Chris was a little shy, but he followed suit when he saw that Mike
wasn't shy.
        It was the best sight all day. They both had cotton underwear and it
outlined their cocks beautifully. Mike was average length but kind of thick,
while Chris was really long and kind of thin.
        "There now. You can get a good tan too." They both went to lay back on
their chairs when Mike's cock popped out of the opening guys have in the
front of their underwear. He tucked it back in, but I could see it getting
bigger. I smiled at him.
        "Now that we're away from all those people, would you guys wind if I
got a little bit better tan?" This time there was no hesitation. They both
nodded enthusiastically.
        I smiled again and unhooked my top. I stopped and looked at them,
trying to appear apprehensive about exposing myself to them, but I finally
'relented' ;-) and dropped my top to the side.
        I love my breasts. I'm very proud of them and quite thankful seeing
as how my mother was almost flat-chested and both my sisters are A cup too.
Mine are round and full, they are really firm, they don't sag at all and they
stay round when I lie back. Charlotte's almost disappear when she lies back.
        Well, I laid back for a few minutes, watching the guys from my almost
closed eyes. I almost laughed when I saw them sneak peeks at each other's
'equipment'. The sun started to work on me as well as their horny stares. I
couldn't drag it out much longer.
        "Would one of you like to help me out of my bottoms?" They nearly
collided trying to get out of their chairs. Mike fell back and Chris came to
my side. I rolled over until I was on my hands and knees, my ass sticking
invitingly up in the air. Chris slipped his fingers just like Mike had done
earlier, but Chris pulled down, exposing my squeaky-clean asshole (I always
prepare when primping in the morning ;-).
        I let him slip them off my legs and then turned over in the direction
that my pussy'd be facing away from them for the longest time. I put my hands
between my legs in a very coy way.
        "I'm only going to show you my pussy if I see your cocks!" At this
point, Chris and Mike both realized that I wasn't just teasing them and began
to react quicker and even start some things. Mike was the first to put his
hands on underwear and yank it down. His cock snapped up from its cotton
prison and hung there throbbing in the cool air. It was thick and maybe just
a little longer than average (Yes, I know what the average is ;-)
        I looked over at Chris and he was really flushed in his face, but he
eased his cock out of his underwear. It was very long, probably about eight
inches, and kind of thin. But ass twitched as I thought of where I'd love him
to put it.
        I motioned Chris over with my head until they stood on either side of
my chair. I smiled at them and took my hands away from my pussy. The guys'
attention was all on my love nest so I took the opportunity to grab their cocks
with my hands and begin to feel them up.
        They both were turned on enough to have a little pre-come at the tip
of their cocks, and I used this to lubricate their cock heads. Then I pulled
Chris' over to my mouth. I inhaled his wonderful flesh, hot in my mouth,
throbbing against my tongue, pushing against the back of my throat and I loved
every sensation, every flavor, every motion.
        I gave him a quick job with my mouth, just enough to get him real
lubricated. Then I licked Mike's cock until it was being all it could be.
        "Mike. Would you fuck me, please?" He was eager to say the least. I
maneuvered him on to my lounge chair and positioned myself above his cock.
        "Chris, coul you do me a favor?" He looked surprised, but certainly
willing. He nodded.
        I pulled him behind me and aimed his cock at my asshole.
        "Now, if you guys are good, we can do this both at once. But let's
let Chris get a little head start." I pushed backwards and felt his head
pressed against my hole. He put his hands on my hips and began to penetrate me
in a rocking motion, forward and back, real gentle. After about a minute, I'd
relaxed enough to 'let him in the door'. His head got locked in nice and tight.
I moaned without thinking, savoring the feeling of his cock beginning to
penetrate me, starting to fulfill my needs.
        I began to lower myself on Mike. His cock felt even thicker as it
started to part my pussy lips. I also felt Chris rubbing his cock with some
spit to get it slicker.
        I closed my eyes and moved lower and lower. I felt every bump and
vein of Mike's cock slipping between my lips, filling my vagina. Chris kept up
the rocking motion and started to get himself deeper within me.
        Chris kept rocking and I kept sinking. Finally, I let my weight down
onto Mike's stomach and felt his cock thrust in me really deep. I felt like
his width was forcing my legs wide apart.
        And then Chris got moving deeper and faster. I just held on the chair
and bathed in the sensations of two cocks filling my holes, each the perfect
size for its place. I'd never had anyone thrust so deeply in my ass. Mike
could hardly move underneath me, but didn't need to, Chris' thrusts moved my
up and down on Mike's thick cock.
        This was fantastic, my pussy was hot wet and starting to tremble with
the sex it was getting. Suddenly Chris thrust harder, getting even deeper in
my ass but pushing my on top of Mike. Mike's cock was pressed flat against him
and the most wonderful thing happened.
        Chris' thrusts moved my clit against Mike's cock. I went off like a
stick of dynamite, my pussy started clenching, trying to suck Mike's cock back
inside it, my ass was stretched and sore but stuffed with hot meat, my tits
were rubbing against Mike's chest hair.
        I screamed. I moaned. I made lots of sounds that I don't remember, but
Charlotte told me about them later. I came and then came again. The guys were
still going strong. They kept pushing me to orgasm until I was a quivering
mess on Mike's chest. (Charlotte's expert opinion puts the count at 5 orgasms,
and she'd certainly know what I look like when I come!)
        I laid there in a warm glow as my pussy began to wind down, and stop
being hypersensitive. I didn't feel Mike squirm under me and slip his cock back
in, but his thrusts brought me back from my private heaven. Chris was getting
soft and slipping out of my ass.
        I didn't come, but enjoyed Mike's enthusiasm and I loved the look on
his face when he finally shot his load deep in my pussy, thrusting and holding
it in me, and then again.
        It took me about a minute to get steady enough to walk (although I felt
I little tender in my behind!). I gathered my bikini and the guys clothes and
led them inside for some deep dish sex.

Trish's Bedroom Life...


        We headed upstairs and I made them wait in the bathroom. They were too
soft to go straight into fucking again (and I don't care what people say, it
takes a little time to get guys really hard again ;-). It also gave Chris a
chance to clean himself up. I love two door sex but it can get messier than
I like.
        I slipped into the bedroom and closed the door. At this point,
Charlotte was in the secret closet on her chair eager for action. I asked
her for suggestions and she prompted me 'strip-tease'. I loved it.
        I set the closet door shut (we bought a one way mirror for her) and
went to my dresser. I opened my top drawer and looked at all my special things.
I had teddies of all different colors styles and materials (I even have one
that is leather with buckles for more fun, but I only get it out with people
I can trust). I rummaged through my dildos (electric and strap-on), and all
sorts of erotic toys and books.
        I finally selected a baby doll outfit with separate panties. Along with
it I picked out a favorite garter belt and black nylons, and a sheer gown to
go on top. I dressed quickly and finally called the guys in.
        They were obviously embarrased to have been standing out there naked
to each other, but my outfit got their minds back where I wanted them, on me.
        I had them sit on the edge of my bed (black satin sheets, extra wide
for group fun!) and watch. I slipped a CD of some middle eastern music and
began to dance.
        Dancing is one of my favorite past-times (after sex). I get exercise
and get to move without thought of meanings or consequences. I've been told
my dances could get the dead horny.
        Well, I started by putting the guys out of my mind, (no easy task) and
swaying to the infectious rythyms. Soon I was moving around the room in a lazy
meander, punctuated by shivers and caresses. The guys were loving and they
each had a hand on their cocks, stroking them back to life. I motioned for them
to stop and tried to get back into the dance.
        Soon enough, the dance got moving quicker. I began to run my hands over
my body with the music, touching my soft skin and caressing my special spots.
One hand wormed its way under the gown and under my panties to stroke my clit.
        I brought the hand back out with a slow flourish and carefully licked
it clean, kissing it as if it were my own lover. I did this again and again,
rewarded with my musky juices more present on my fingers.
        I brought myself out of my dance thoughts and fixed my eyes on the guys
and their cocks. Each was finding it difficult to keep from stroking himself
but I gave them a look of promised nirvana.
        I started to touch my gown as I danced. I ran my fingers along its
length from my shoulders over my breasts and down in its gauzy skirt. With the
music I began to let it down off of my shoulders, drawing it down my body like
a theatre curtain, revealing my treasures to my audience's eager eyes.
        Soon it lay on the floor around my nyloned feet. I went back to
exploring myself with my hands, following the borders of the baby doll,
touching back and forth between satin and skin. I felt my ripe nipples through
the satin, feeling them react electrically to the sexy material.
        The music began to get faster still, and I flung myself back into the
dance, swirling and swaying, feeling my lingerie hug my body, enhancing my
sexuality and femininity. Faster and faster I went, until my satins and straps
began to almost weigh me down. I paused in the torrent of the hot desert beat
to unsnap my garters, and then dance again.
        Moments later, I slipped the straps of the baby doll top off my
shoulders, obscuring my breasts with the wide lace straps. I danced and I ran
about the room, cursing myself for its small size. The baby doll top began
to slip off my body, revealing my eager breasts to the cool room air. It worked
its way down my curves until it too lay with the gown, discarded, shed of its
magical sexuality.
        And I danced, clad only in nylons, panties and a garter belt that
flapped around me with my turns. I turned back to the guys who were almost
panting. Mike was sitting on his hands to keep from touching his straining
cock. The music had slowed, but my passion still hot as the sand dune. I stood
in front of them, swaying with the drums, and I unclasped my garter belt.
        I took it in my hands and approached Mike. I slipped it around his
waist and clasped in a quick motion and lept away to dance again. I wanted to
share my feelings of dancing, of heat, of passion, and of woman.
        Next I dropped to the floor and rolled down my black nylons with my
rhythmic squirming. I rolled over to Chris and started each on one of his
feet, unrolling them to his knees before giving myself back to the music.
        At last I had only my satin panties between me and complete nakedness.
I shed them with little ceremony as I didn't feel in control enough to pace
myself for the guys.
        The music had reached the last part, the part representing the
copulation of the sultan with his harem. It would last almost half an hour, and
I thanked CDs and praised the sultan for his endurance.
        I looked to the guys for the last time. I noticed that Chris had
finished rolling up the stockings and Mike had adjusted the garter belt
correctly. Perhaps there were certain avenues of experimentation for us to
enjoy later. I put that on the back burner and got down to business.
        Their cocks looked very ready to go, so I thought about ways to prolong
the events. I laid back on the floor, amidst my gown and baby doll top. I
motioned them to sit on either side of me, which they did.
        In a very sultan like way I commanded them.
        "Pleasure my body." They seemed eager to stop watching and start doing.
        They started by feeling me up with their hands, cupping my breasts and
rubbing my soft skin. Mike bent over and began to kiss my stomach, moving
towards my left breast. When he got started on it, I motioned Chris to follow
suit.
        I felt marvelous to have two hungry mouths on my breasts and nipples.
They licked me and kissed my skin. Chris nuzzled my breast, heating it with
his breath and wetting it with his tongue. Mike concentrated on my nipple,
from kissing it and licking it to pulling it lightly and nibbling it. This
was really getting me hot (as if I wasn't already). They were so enthusiatic
that I snaked a hand down to my pussy and helped myself to a small orgasm
(just enough to arch my back and move my legs, you know the kind ;-)
        They took this as encouragement so Chris moved down between my legs
and, to my small disappointment, prepared to enter me with his cock.
        Now at this point in making love is when I am most aroused, the moment
before penetration, before I lose control of myself to the thrusting of a man
deep within my private place. I always remember my first time and the feelings
of being opened, of being revealed, of being broken, and being filled.
        Well, Chris didn't want to wait around for my complete memories to
traipse through my head so he had begun to insert himself. My mind instantly
compared him to Mike, judging him smaller, not quite enough to fill me up.
        Again I concentrated on the penetration (although Mike was pretty
insistent at my nipples. You'd think he wanted to milk me ;-). The shaft pushed
forward, his nylon-covered thighs separating my legs. I had a flashback to
an experience with Charlotte, but it disappeared quickly.
        I could feel the length inside me increasing. His pelvis coming closer.
It was wedged deliciously between my lips, stroking them with its irregularity.
Deeper and deeper he went, and still no mingling of hair from our roots.
        Suddenly, I felt it reach the end of my vagina, touching my special
spot with its dimpled head. I've always been super-sensitive there, and getting
a cock that reaches it is always a triumph. My pussy responded with some
small waves of orgasm, clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing, urging
his meat to come into me deeper, pulling it.
        Luckily, he hadn't much farther to go. Some really long cocks are too
long and they can hurt if the guy isn't careful, but Chris' seemed almost the
right size, a little long if anything which suited me fine. His deepest stroke
pressed insistently at my special spot without hurting.
        He began to pull out, and I felt an alarming loss. I was so pleased
by the warmth he gave me, and he soon replenished me with another thrust.
        Mike finally stopped attacking my breasts (he had gotten a little too
eager and I knew I'd have sore nipples tomorrow). He moved up by my head and
straddled me. His testicles hung before my face and I gave them a friendly
lick. Mike grinned and aimed his cock for my mouth.
        I accepted his meat readily enough, although I couldn't give it the
best I could, as Chris was just too distracting, but I sucked it and Mike
seemed satisfying to pump in and out of my mouth. Luckily, he wasn't the long
one, or I might've choked. Even so, his thickness was enough to stretch my
jaws a little. He seemed to like my teeth grazing him as he stroked in and out.
        All this was getting too much as I felt a big orgasm building up in me.
I sucked Mike for all I was worth, pulling him fully into my mouth. With that
I came on an upstroke from Chris. I felt my erotic zones start to tingle and
tense. My nipples got to almost hurting. My thighs contracted around Chris
holding him inside me. I barely kept from biting down on Mike (I sure he would
not have approved of that ;-)
        It started coming in waves, each stronger than the last, until I had
to pull Mike out of my mouth. I moaned from the depths of my pussy. I writhed
desperately thrusting my pelvis into Chris, seeking even more length from his
meat which already filled me.
        Finally, it hit its peak and I felt every muscle clench. It was one of
the strongest I'd ever had, and I knew that the clenching was pulling obscure
muscles all over my body, although I really didn't care at the moment.
        And then I fell back, weak. Chris started stroking again, sliding
easily in my over-moist pussy. Again, I lost some sensations of his cock, but
I'd had my come. He didn't waste much time, and thrust into me and held himself
there for a few seconds, finishing with some little thrusts, trying to milk
himself of his come.
        Mike had gone on without me and jerked off by hand. Luckily, he came
on my chest. I don't worship come, but it did keep it off my gown (I hate those
tell-tale stains ;-).
        I wiped off with some kleenex and sent the guys away to get their
clothes and leave. They seemed pleased enough, and I was really tired. A really
good orgasm will really tire me out. I crawled into bed and pulled the satin
covers over my body. Charlotte slipped out of her closet, pulling her panties
up. She came over and kissed me on the lips.
        "Thanks. I'll talk to you later, when you're more perky. And remember,
the guys are still wearing the nylons and garter belt. Possibilities, Trish,
always possibilities."
        I smiled at her, returned her kiss, and quickly fell to sleep as the
CD ended.