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Ambidexterous Ardor

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Ambidexterous Ardor by jacjac@mail.danbbs.dk (jacjac@mail.danbbs.dk)I had the best sex of my life after I broke up with Andrea, the girlfriend Id been with since my teens. Out of the blue I got an e-mail from Rachel, a friend of Andreas whom Id secretly lusted after, but whod disappeared from our lives when her work took her interstate.She wrote saying she was going to be back in town for a week on business and could she stay at our place, instead of in a hotel. I replied explaining that Andrea and I were no longer together, but that she was welcome to stay in any case. When the message came back saying shed love to see me again and that shed be arriving that Friday night, I decided it was time to start tidying up the house and stocking up the fridge and the bar.That last afternoon at work passed slowly, dragged out by a hundred and one annoying interruptions and last minute crises, half of them caused by my own lack of concentration. I kept trying to tell myself that there was no reason to believe that Rachel was remotely interesting in participating in any of the erotic scenarios which were playing through my head - for all I knew she was happily married with a couple of kids - but I couldnt get the memory of her sweet, elfin-shaped face out of my mind, nor the generous swell of her breasts beneath her t-shirt in the two photographs I found in the photo album Andrea had left behind. by the time I pulled into my driveway and stepped out into the lingering heat of the summer sun, I had managed to subdue my expectations and was half-wishing I hadnt invited her, imagining suddenly a tense week of unrequited lust mixed with unpleasant memories of Andrea. I showered and changed and was sitting on the veranda with my second cold beer when I heard the sound of a car pull up and a couple of toots on the horn. Relaxed and with a couldnt care less sort of attitude, I padded through the house and opened the front door.Rachel was just stepping out of a smart red Mazda MX5. At first I didnt recognize her - instead of the short style shed worn when Id gotten to know her, her dark hair now reached down below her shoulders. And instead of cut-off jeans and a t-shirt, this lady looked like a million bucks in her smart emerald-green dress, high heels and an expensive pair of designer sunglasses. She was also wearing a smile. Rachel has a great smile, full of warmth and cheeky good humor: the type of smile generally reserved for girls who star in TV series likes Baywatch. We greeted each other like old friends and I was relieved to find there was none of the awkwardness Id been half expecting. I showed her to her room - on the other side of the bathroom upstairs - and promised to fix her a drink while she showered after her drive.She came downstairs half an hour later, refreshed and casual in jeans and a singlet and a hint of fragrant perfume. I saw the weight of her breasts moving behind the material of her singlet and felt my knees go weak. The evening flashed by with easy uninhibited conversation over a couple of drinks out beside the pool followed by some wok food and wine. Around nine we settled in to the living room where Id left a small bag of pot, procured for the occasion.Gee - I havent tried any of this stuff for ages, she said with a twinkle in her eyes as she accepted the joint Id rolled. By now I knew that she was single again after a messy and drawn-out divorce, that she had a good job working for a large computer company, and that she was in town to find premises for a new branch office. I also knew that all of my wildest dreams about this girl were dying to be fulfilled and that if I was any judge of interpersonal vibrations, the idea of some casual sex with me wasnt the worst idea that could have occurred to Rachel at this moment.Ha I remember the first time I got really stoned She laughed again.Yeah? Whys that?It was the first time I ever got it on with two guys, she said, shaking her head in amazement.Really? I replied, my throat suddenly dry and my fingers turning to jelly. The first time?The only time.Was it fun?Not bad. There was a longish pause and then she asked: So hows your sex life these days?What sex life? At the moment my best friend is my right hand.I know how you feel, she said, laughing. I mostly use my left ... Yeah? Well, Im ambidextrous.There was another long pause as the impact of what wed just said sunk in. Show me, she said.Wha You serious?She didnt say anything. She just sat back. And smiled.The CD player changed disks, an old Sade track - Smooth Operator - began to play, and a cool breeze drifted in from the night. Okay, I said, accepting the dare.With my heart beating like a traction engine, I stood up and pulled my t-shirt over my head, suddenly grateful for the hours Id sweated in the gym last year and my sporadic morning runs. I slowly undid the heavy buckle of my belt and unbuttoned the baggy pair of trousers I had on and let them fall to the ground around my feet, leaving me in a pair of boxer shorts. I paused, giving her time to signal she wasnt serious about her challenge. But Rachel continued to sit on her lounge chair across from me and I could feel her eyes caressing my body. So I settled back down on the sofa and moved my hand down into my lap and felt my stiffening cock beneath the material of my underwear. Slowly I began to touch and play with my cock as she watched. When I saw the nipples of her breasts rise up through the thin material of her singlet, my hardon stiffened into iron.I hammed it up, teasing her by outlining its length beneath the soft material and then reaching inside to hold its warmth for myself. Rachels eyes were now staring fixedly at my groin. I levered my erection into the open, working my balls out too, and then removed my hands as I reached across for my glass and took a quick drink, giving her an uninterrupted view of my manhood in all its splendour.Seeing the ice-bucket, I picked out a couple of ice-cubes and began to rub them up and down my burning shaft, feeling the icy cold water trickling down between my legs. Id never done that to myself before and had to admit it felt pretty good. When Id gotten my shaft and the head of my cock nice and wet, I started to masturbate. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I jerked it up and down, enjoying the delicious friction and the pleasure of having Rachel as my audience. I worked my cock for a couple of minutes and then I changed hands.See - told you. She smiled.If I was doing this by myself, I said Id probably be using some form of inspiration.Like what?A magazine. Or a video.A video, huh? Where?In the cupboard under the TV. At the back.As I toyed with my cock, she went across to the TV and opened the cupboard, and pulled out several of the adult cassettes Id acquired over the last few years.Thats good, I said as I saw her studying an Andrew Blake masterpiece. She slipped it into the VCR and tossed me the remote control. As I hit the right buttons, she tugged her singlet free of her jeans and languorously pulled it off over her head, revealing those gorgeously full breasts trapped in a lightweight bra. Then she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down over her hips with a wiggle that made her breasts bounce - and my cock leap. Kicking them aside she sat back down and hooked one leg over the arm of the lounge chair, exposing the creamy white flesh of her trim thighs, and the entrancing patch of white silk covering her pussy.On the screen appeared an attractive, small-breasted blonde in an exotic set of lingerie, walking through an ornately decorated mansion. As she turned a corner she came upon a group of four actors and actresses who are just about to have an orgy. I glanced across at Rachel and saw her eyes leave the TV and flick across to meet mine and then drift down to my hand languidly stroking my cock.Do you mind if I join you? she asked. Dumbly, I shook my head and watched as she undid the front clasp of her bra, revealing the white half moons of her untanned breasts and her hard pink nipples.On the screen we saw a girl licking up and down the length of a guys cock, her glistening red lips sliding over the head, moving back and forth, taking more and more of the mans length into her mouth.I moved my hand quickly up and down my dick, savouring the physical pleasure as much as the supercharged eroticism electrifying the air in the room. Rachel was now touching her breasts, using her slender fingers to cup and squeeze her tits, lightly pinching her nipples or rubbing them with the palm of her hand. Wanting even more freedom of movement, I slipped off my boxers and opened my legs - and watched the tip of Rachels pink tongue wet her lips. by now the action on the screen had advanced to show one of the girls straddling a guy who was lying on his back, slowly guiding his erection into the wet, open hole of her cunt and sliding down on it until she was fully impaled. Her legs were spread wide open and the camera was closely focused on her shaved pussy as she rode the guys glistening penis. The lips of her vagina were clinging to its length each time she rose up and down. The camera cut to the girl who was watching the scene and showed her sliding her hand up her leg to her neatly trimmed pussy. I glanced across at Rachel and saw her doing the same.Her hand slipped down under the edge of her panties and I could see her fingers busily exploring the crevices and folds of her vagina, while with the other hand she continued to fondle her breasts. By now I was so close to coming that I forced myself to slow down, using my fingertips to lightly tickle the shaft of my prick or rubbing the sticky wet pre-cum leaking from the eye of my throbbing penis to lubricate the swollen head.Two of the girls on the TV were now in a passionate sixty-nine, the long blonde hair of the one on top buried between the others splayed thighs, while the brunette underneath craned up, using her long, agile tongue to lash the pink folds of the slit in front of her face. Rachel arched her back and tugged off her panties, sliding down in the armchair and spreading her legs, giving me an uninterrupted view of her most private possession. Swallowing, I gazed at sight before me - the short black pubes surrounding her vagina, the soft coral wetness of her labia and the mesmerizingly erotic dance of her fingertips on the glistening hood of her clitoris.A development on the screen caught my attention. One of the studs, sporting a rampant erection had knelt down behind the two girls. Gently taking aim with his cock, he penetrated the girl on top, pushing himself into her until his balls were hanging down in the face of the brunette underneath.I saw two of Rachels fingers disappear up into her vagina, and began wanking myself hard at a corresponding tempo.Tell me when youre going to come, said Rachel.Ill come when he does, I said, nodding at the screen.Hmm - good.The guy on the screen was fucking the girl kneeling down in front of him with easy measured strokes, the camera capturing his thick strong cock sawing in and out of her as the brunette continued to lick both sets of genitals.Any second now, I said, feeling my climax building at the base of my cock as the sensation reached its peak.There was a quick shot of the guys clenched face and then the camera dropped down to show him pulling out of the blonde and the brunette reaching up with her hand to jerk him off, directing the first long spurts of white cum over the blondes exposed cunt and the rest down over her own face.Rachels eyes cut to my groin as I gave my cock a couple of last strokes, aiming the head up into the air and holding my orgasm back as long as I could, before succumbing to the inevitable. With my hand a blur, spunk shot out of my cock, arching up and sprinkling down on my stomach and chest like a white fountain. Across from me I saw Rachel squeezing her breasts with one hand and furiously rubbing her pussy with the other. She cried out and I watched her body shudder with delight as her climax swept her away.Slowly our passion subsided, bringing a warm drowsy feeling of contentment - and the tingling anticipation at the thought of what adventures the rest of the week might provide. If you are interested in finding out what these were, send an e-mail to: jacjac@mail.danbbs.dk

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