“What a day,” I thought. The semester had only just begun and already I was feeling overwhelmed. “So, when is the next break” I wondered? “Not soon enough,” I knew. Before lapsing into self pity, there was a knock, and in walked Sally.
“Are you in as need of a drink as I am,” she asked? “It’s only started, and I’m ready for another break,” she added. I nodded, and she told me to meet her at her place in 20 minutes—I didn’t need a reminder.
I walked to Sally’s from my office—most of us lived in what we colloquially termed the “faculty ghetto,” and older, leafy neighborhood of solid homes that professors could afford—academic pay is notoriously low; a fine accompaniment to high tuition, low standards, and parents’ and students’ overweening sense of entitlement and privilege. She answered the door wearing a short silk kimono.
“You caught me getting changed,” Sally said, as we exchanged hugs. Her hand slid down my back, pausing on my ass, and giving it a gentle squeeze. Looking into her eyes I asked, “feeling a little frisky, are we?” I reciprocated, sliding my hand under the red silk, rubbing Sally just a bit, and feeling her smooth tight ass under a thin bikini. She smiled, and we went into her place, she as aroused as, I hoped.
I was surprised to see a man; he stood up and introduced himself: “Hi, I’m Ramón, an old friend of Sally’s from Texas.” I was a bit shocked. Sally and this beautiful Mexican man friends? Noting the look of surprise on my face, Sally told me “Ramón and I went to grad school in Austin.”
We got acquainted over a bottle of viognier, as Sally left to get dressed. I couldn’t help but undress her gorgeous friend with my eyes. He was about 5’10”, 180 pounds, and well toned, with hazel eyes, olive skin and swept back, wavy black hair. Ramón was in town on business. What sort, I can’t remember—something about imagining the two us seemed to have interfered!
Sally came in with a second bottle and we continued, talking, laughing, and relaxing. After a while, Ramón excused himself. I forced Sally to give up the goods on him. They’d met in Austin, had become friends, and were, for a short while, lovers. One drunken evening he revealed his fascination with women wrestling. Sally and Ramón had watched it a few times, but she’d never, despite more than a few entreaties, wrestled him or with another woman in front of him. I looked into her eyes knowingly, and asked “well?”
“Well what,” she replied, equally knowingly, arching her eyebrows?
“You and me, then us against…,” letting my voice drift off. We were sitting close to one another on a sofa. I leaned in, my nose nearly touching her nose. Her breathing was audible; we drank in one another with our eyes. I felt the heat rising off her. We smiled slightly, then Sally turned to Ramón and asked him is he was up for a tag match. Glancing at his crotch, I knew he was up. He nodded yes. Sally then told me of his kink, he had a panty fetish. When they were dating she’d caught him stroking his cock while wearing a pair of her bikinis. Not being judgmental, she’d joined him. She later told me that she loved the feel of his cock straining through her panties, the way it outlined every ridge on his member. More than once Sally had made Ramón cum in her bikinis while wearing them, and then had him wear them while she forced him to bring her to orgasm.
“Go to my room and put on what I left out for you, Ramón. I want that cock straining.” He dutifully left. In the meantime, Sally and I stripped down.
She was wearing a light-green, silk string bikini and matching bra with a flowery pattern. I got down to a set of high cut, Brazilian boy-short panties and matching bra in yellow.
Ramón entered wearing Sally’s selection, a snug, bright-red, satin thong that looked as if it would rip because of his enormous cock. Feeling especially mischievous, I took Ramón by the hand and led him to a chair, where I tied his wrists behind his back with the belt from Sally’s kimono.
I walked over to Sally and embraced her. Our arms encircled one another squeezing, our bodies slid together, our lips pressing against each other’s lips, out tongues darting furiously, with our hips grinding into the other. Sally’s hands grabbed at my ass, pulling my hips into her hips even more deeply. As she did this I slipped my hands between our bodies and began squeezing her breasts, trying to get at nipples. We pulled our faces away from one another without loosening our grips. Sally soon shifted from my ass to my breasts. As luck would have it she found my nipples quickly and began working them over. The pain was as intense as it was arousing. It only made me go for her nipples even more savagely. Ramón, as it happened, was sweating as intensely as we were. His cock was bulging through Sally’s thong; I could see the precum soaking through as he squirmed.
Soon our hands were entwined in one another’s hair, pulling fiercely, but not so much as to hurt; merely to arouse with that proper level of pain and delicious torment. Hands darted out, slapping, pinching, rubbing, and grabbing, each of groping for advantage. The intensity is difficult to describe. I was on fire. All my nerves were tingling and the more intense, the rougher it got, the more aroused I became. Utterly serious about trying to dominate the other, Sally and I teased exposed nipples, biting, pinching, twisting, licking, or sucking them. We struggled even as our tongues probed our mouths, and our hands slapped and grabbed our asses and breasts.
Rolling around I managed to put Sally in a short-lived schoolgirl pin. I began humping her face, rubbing my cunt over her lips. I was approaching ecstasy. Where did catfighting end and love-making begin? No matter, Sally swung her legs high, hooked them around my neck, and pulled me backward. I was now starring up at a now moist, dark green patch on her bikini. I wanted to eat her, but I also wanted to win.
Sally made the next move, slapping me in the face; not the sort of slap that we’d exchanged in our more bitter catfights, but hard enough to sting and tell me she was serious. I responded by grabbing her hair and swinging her to the ground. She rose, smiling. We came together again, hands in hair, hands slapping, our breathing harder. We fell to the ground in a sweating heap. It was only then that we got truly serious.
Opening our legs, we brought our cunts together, and leaned back, grinding and bumping. Ramón must’ve been in heart failure by now. I know my heart was beating harder. Leaning in closely, I wrapped my arms around my bitchy friend and loosened her bra, letting her lovely tits fall free. She did the same for me. Our nipples, tender from the earlier punishment we’d handed out, were tender as they brushed against one another. As we leaned back again, Sally let her back rest against her leather sofa, using the added leverage to force her crotch into mine with great pressure. Rather back away, I edged forward and raised my right leg, which was on top, and pushed it against Sally’s tender throat. She soon reciprocated, her foot pushing against my throat as I got even more aroused. Sally, despite her height, has the most beautifully-shaped feet; her delicious little toes were painted in a coral shade. Grabbing her foot from my throat (I have to admit the pressure was arousing—I sometimes like being lightly choked while having sex) I began sucking and licking her toes, which, judging by the shiver that went up her spine, she enjoyed. Her toes were delicious. I savored each one. For several moments we ground away, getting wetter, and wetter, until we broke away for the next stage of our sexual pas-de-deux.
Sally was quicker, she pinned me and began grinding away. I was at the point where I didn’t care if I won or lost. I wanted to cum, I wanted soak my panties in my juices. Happily, Sally obliged me. I lost to her in a moaning, crying orgasm, pulling her in tighter, thrusting my tongue deeply into her mouth.
What to do with Ramón, now that was a question…