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STRAP-ON SISTERS who made my pussy hum uncontrollably. were threeways and fourways and orgies.
“Me either,” I said. Then we kissed. It How we ever found time to study and
aren and I always believed was no hesitant peck either, but a full-on, actually pass our classes astounds me
we were ahead of the sexual tongue-scouring, tonsil-probing kiss. now. But we miraculously pulled it off.
curve. Today the newest adult When we came up for air, our faces were Maybe our greatest coup was in our
generation seems far less lit with pure lust. We tore the clothes off senior year when we went undercover
K conformist about gender roles. our bodies and flung ourselves naked at one of the frat houses. It was a
They don’t care who fucks whom, so long beneath the covers. All night we fondled, notoriously boorish place, with the
as it’s consensual. Well hell, Karen and I fingered, licked and sucked until our fraternity president always shit-talking all
were doing that long before it was cool. bodies couldn’t take it anymore. Then we over campus. Karen and I snuck into one
Things started when we met in slept, woke up and fucked all over again. of their “guys only” parties by slicking
college. It was wildly exciting to be But ours wasn’t a simple pedestrian down our hair, wearing baggy clothes
away from home, free of constraints. tale of lesbian experimentation. Together, and donning fake mustaches.
We became immediate friends, horny we dove into the wildest scenes we The place was dimly lit, and everyone
coeds irresistibly drawn to each other. could find. We made friends with all the was already drunk enough that we
We bonded over our identical desires to gay groups at school but didn’t pass up got away with it. We milled around
explore our newly unleashed sexuality. the hetero parties either. among those meatheads, finally slipping
Naturally, we began our experiments Karen and I had plenty of physical upstairs to look for an empty bedroom.
with one another. fun along the way. We were insatiable. Peeking into one of the doorways, we
I remember bringing her to my dorm We regularly shared boyfriends and got a big surprise. There was the frat
room, leading her up onto my bed. We girlfriends. We hooked up with a guy president rolling around naked with one
were both shivery with curiosity and who liked to dress up in woman’s lingerie of his “bros,” the two guys sucking one
desire. when we fucked. (Goddamn, that dude another’s cocks. The sight fired us up so
“You ever do it with another girl was hot!) We knew an older woman much that we rushed back to our place
before?” I asked. off campus who liked Karen and me to to fuck like wildcats, needing to be naked
Karen was wide-eyed. “No.” She was spank her curvy ass, then screw her silly and loud.
an unbelievably gorgeous young woman, with a wide variety of sex toys. There I nuzzled with Karen afterward, our
naked bodies sticky and sweaty. We
kissed softly, murmuring love words at
each other. The end of college life was
swiftly approaching. I was glad we hadn’t
wasted our time.
Now, somehow, that was all 20 years
in the past. I had a career and all the
grown-up trappings that went with it.
Karen lived in another state, caught up in
her own respectably adult life.
So when she phoned out of the blue
one day, I was delighted. “Hey, strap-on
sister!” she giggled. “I’m in town. You
wanna go have some fun?”
Her words sent a thrill coursing
through my body. My nipples stood
suddenly erect and my pussy dampened.
“Strap-on sisters” was what friends had
called us at school. I hadn’t heard the
nickname in years, but it transported me
back to those crazy days in an instant.
“Yes,” I said, breathless. “Absolutely!”
A hundred memories crashed through

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