BECKY AT THE BACHELOR AUCTION
This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction. The characters, and some of the plot are taken without permission from a Season 2, Episode 11 of Full House, entitled, A Little Romance. All of the sexual scenarios existed only in the imagination of the author.
If you are offended by explicit sexual stories involving lesbians and bi-curious women, please stop reading now.
Becky Donaldson was played by Lori Loughlin; Crystal was played by Robin Greer; Heather was played by Liza Greer; Jesse Katsopolis was played by John Stamos.
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In 1989, pretty, petite, Becky Donaldson was the popular co-host of the weekday morning television show, Wake Up San Francisco. Her co-host was Danny Tanner, and the two enjoyed an easy rapport. Tanner was a widower, with three young girls, and shared his house with best friend, Joey Gladstone, and 26-year old brother-in-law, Jesse Katsopolis, who helped him look after the girls, ages 13, 6, and 2.
Becky was a frequent visitor to the Tanner home, and was grateful that Danny didn't hit on her, as so many predatory men had done during her journey from Omaha, Nebraska, where she co-anchored the local TV news.
The bright lights and excitement of San Francisco were intoxicating to the brown-haired 25-year-old, beauty. While she was diligent in her preparations, broadcasting the show in the morning allowed her to enjoy some of the city's vibrant night life.
Becky had beaten Danny back to the Tanner home, and began to solicit Joey and Jesse to participate in her charity "Bachelor Auction." While Jesse was reluctant, Joey easily agreed. He rarely had a date, and was eager for any opportunity.
Jesse, however, had no trouble hooking up with women. The black-haired, faux-bad boy, had his pick of the sexy, if somewhat trashy, mini-skirted women who followed his band, Jesse and the Rippers. Even older women were not immune to his oily, Grecian charms.
When Danny agreed to participate, Jesse reluctantly removed his objections, and from there began to grow in Becky's esteem.
Becky and Jesse shared a flirtatious, cat and mouse relationship. The aspiring musician, and seeming jack-of-trades and master of none, asked Becky for a date within moments of meeting her. Her attraction to the motorcycle-riding playboy was palpable, but she continually rejected his polite invitations, fearing becoming just another notch on his belt. Despite his rakish persona, Jesse was a gentleman at heart, accepting her answer of "no." Further, he didn't want to mess up Danny's relationship with his television cohost.
Becky, however, had her own secret reasons for rejecting Jesse Katsopolis.
Come the night of the Bachelor Auction, Becky had offered to drive Jesse, Danny, and Joey to the charity event. Danny and Joey were nattily attired in traditional black tuxedos, while flamboyant Jesse opted to wear a ridiculous, boldly-striped, Bolero-jacketed tuxedo, looking something like an effete dancer in a 1940's MGM musical set in Buenos Aires.
Becky, however, looked simply stunning. Her brown hair was well-coiffed in one of the styles of the day, and she was dressed sexily in a sparkly, form-fitting coat, with a black skirt that reached to just above her shapely knees. High heels gave her the illusion of being taller than her modest, 5'5" height. A hint of A-cup cleavage peeked from the cut of her sparkly coat.
All of the members of the Tanner family were effusive in their praise. Always well-dressed and attractive, Becky had never looked better... even to womanizer, Jesse.
Becky rolled her eyes upon seeing Jesse's outlandish outfit, but knew that a lot of women would find it attractive, as it highlighted his slender, dark features. Becky knew that Jess would raise a bundle for the charity, and planned to have him bat "clean-up" among the group of bachelors.
With Joey and Jesse enjoying cocktails backstage, Danny and Becky pressed the flesh with the eager female guests, who had all paid $100 to attend the Bachelor Auction. It was an opportunity to promote Wake Up San Francisco among their primary demographic. "It's such a good cause," Becky would remind the women, some of them young, and gorgeous.
At only 25, Becky was still trying to find herself. While she was attracted to men, she was repelled by the horny, often-married men who incessantly hit on her. For the last couple of years Becky had enjoyed lust-filled sexual relationships with women, dating back to her time in Omaha, when she had first been "turned out" by the similarly-petite, big-haired pop star, Stacey Q.
Moving to San Francisco had been a revelation to pretty, "girl next door." There seemed to be an endless supply of "lipstick lesbians," and bi-curious women in the "City by the Bay," as it was often referred to in song. With her upscale apartment in the Marina District, Becky could discretely entertain her amorous female guests, who ranged in age from 18-year-old college girls, to 42-year-old, experienced, lifetime lesbians.
Two of the more attractive attendees were a woman in her 30's named, Crystal, and a platinum-blonde, big-breasted bombshell, named Heather. Heather who was there with her septuagenarian grandmother, didn't appear to be more than 19 or 20-years-old.
Becky eagerly chatted up both beautiful women, asking for their phone numbers, and suggesting a possible opportunity to appear on Wake Up San Francisco.
Danny and Joey were successfully bid on for modest amounts. Oddly, Heather's grandmother had won the bid for Joey, and his tongue nearly hit the ground when meeting his real date, Heather, the flashy platinum-blonde in the tight red dress. Heather's big boobs looked as if they would pop out of her top at any moment! Danny was won by the grandmother for herself!
Jesse was the next to take the stage. Standing up, he strolled the stage with his usual smug, swagger. Bidding was fierce, with Crystal, a 30-ish blonde MILF, offering a bid of $1,000 for her perceived Greek God. By the look in her rapturous eyes, Crystal planned to fuck the black-haired 26-year-old, "six ways to Sunday." Crystal confidently walked to the stage in her sexy, form-fitting, royal blue designer dress to claim her boy-top prize.
Suddenly, Becky felt a need to prevent this, and began a bidding war with the jaded-looking, affluent housewife. With Becky going "all in" at $1,700, Becky won the bed. Going back to her table for yet another cocktail, Crystal muttered, "He's yours. I could never explain $1,700 to my husband." With that, the well-put-together woman sexily walked offstage, her firm ass swaying enticingly from side-to side.
Becky couldn't explain her actions. Did she really want Jesse to herself? Was it worth $1,700?!
Arriving back at the Tanner house, Becky's head was spinning. After Becky's stunning bid was revealed, Nick Katsopolis, Jesse's father, who was babysitting the kids remarked sarcastically, "You could have had him for nothing." Meeting alone in the kitchen, Jesse, and a nervous Becky, made plans for their first date. The beautiful, brown-haired 25-year-old vowed to herself to take things slowly, and not give away her "goodies" too quickly to the dark-eyed, Greek Lothario.
Two days later, a nervous Becky phoned Crystal from her apartment. "Hello, Crystal? This is Becky Donaldson from Wake Up San Francisco. I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed meeting you the other night, and I wanted to apologize for letting things get a little out of hand at the auction."
"That's alright, honey. There's plenty more pretty boys out there," and she undoubtedly meant it. By the sound of her slurred words, it appeared that Crystal had already downed a couple of cocktails that evening.
"Well, I just wanted to call because you're so pretty, and I wanted to discuss your possible appearance on the show," Becky said cheerfully, and trying to sound the proposal sound legitimate.
Crystal had lived in San Francisco for a long time, and had been hit on before by women, sometimes successfully. "Look," the 30-something MILF asked bluntly, "Do you want to fuck, or what?"
Becky was taken aback; her seduction that had been so carefully planned was now unneeded. "Yes, I think that would be wonderful," the pretty, talk show host replied. "Fine," Crystal said. Becky offered her Marina District apartment for the planned evening tryst.
Crystal put on her sexiest lingerie and dabbed her most expensive French perfume on her earlobe. Saying to her husband as she walked out the door, "I'm going to visit a friend. Make something from the fridge."
In anticipation, Becky had stocked her refrigerator with three bottles of expensive, Napa Chardonnay. Crystal quickly downed a glass as she began to wordlessly take off her dress and jewelry.
"Are you gonna undress, honey?" Crystal impatiently asked the pretty, younger brunette.
"This one's not going to need any romancing," Becky thought, as she hurriedly unzipped her form-fitting designer jeans, and kicked off her western boots.
Slipping out of her dress, mature, sandy-blonde-haired Crystal was already down to an elegant, nude-colored bra and thong-panty set. The MILF's long, fit legs were shiny, and had been expensively waxed.
As Becky hurriedly undressed, she marveled at Crystal's mature, upturned big boobs, flat belly, and gorgeous, round ass. All from a mother of two!
With Becky similarly down to bra and panties, albeit purchased from Macy's, Crystal displayed more of her Alpha-female personality. Reaching for the "girl next door's" pretty face, Crystal enveloped it in her firm grip with both hands, and planted an aggressive, open-mouthed kiss that startled Becky. She had never been manhandled like this by another woman.
Removing one hand from Becky's face, Crystal undid Becky's bra with a single, experienced, flick of the wrist. "She's a pro!" Becky thought. Quickly removing the talk show host's simple black bra, Becky's pointy, A-cup boobs were now delightfully on display. "Nice," Crystal said succinctly. Her eager hands encapsulated Becky's perky tits, avidly squeezing and kneading them in her covetous hands.
"Are you gonna take off my bra?" Crystal brusquely asked. Becky dutifully responded, unhooking Crystal's elegant, Victoria's Secret bra. The MILF's 36-C breasts seemed to spring to life from the confining brassiere. "Wow!" Becky exclaimed. "You like?" Asked the proud owner of some of some of the most spectacular, mature breasts that Becky had seen since she had begun wining and dining pretty, desirable women in San Francisco's famous nightspots.
With a satisfied smirk, Crystal clutched her own impressive breasts before pushing them into Becky's tanned booblets, and rolling small circles against Becky's erect, brown nipples. Becky was overwhelmed with lust, as she had rarely been before. Crystal, who didn't believe in slow seductions, brought her eager hand below the elastic waistband of Becky's black, bikini panties.
Quickly finding Becky's carefully trimmed pussy, Crystal rubbed it vigorously before inserting a curious finger. Crystal looked at Becky, urging her to provide the same tactile stimulation.
With her nimble hand, the Nebraska-beauty avidly rubbed Crystal's pussy over her expensive, thong panties.
Having been sufficiently primed, 30-ish Crystal asked coarsely, "Ready to fuck?" Becky could only nod up and down in the affirmative.
With her hand on Becky's ass, the two women anxiously walked into Becky's bedroom, the previous site of many other lesbian trysts. Crystal wasted no time as she pulled down Becky's panties, and hurled them across the room.
The Alpha-female continued poking and prodding Becky's carefully trimmed, dark-haired pussy. Now, finger-fucking the brunette, talk-show host, 25-year-old Becky, moaned and quivered in ecstasy. Used to being the seductress, or at least an equal partner with another willing woman, Becky was surprised and thrilled by Crystal's unexpected dominance, as the 30-something MILF bored into her pussy with her well-manicured fingers.
With her face positioned between Becky's thighs, the bisexual housewife, used her experienced tongue, and began to drill into Becky's pussy like a West Texas oil grasshopper. Crystal lapped hungrily and enthusiastically, bringing Becky to a loud climax.
Crystal was giving the orders, and positioned Becky's slender, small-breasted body above hers, facing down at Crystal's mature pussy from the 69 position. This was not a new position for the closeted bisexual talk-show host, and Becky began to return the favor by avidly feasting on Crystal's trimmed, blonde-haired pussy.
Looking up at Becky's firm, "aerobicized" backside, the bored housewife parted Becky's legs with her hands, and began to lick and nibble at the 25-year-old's juicy pussy from behind. With both women engaged in enthusiastic cunnilingus, Becky was startled when Crystal inserted her curious finger, two knuckles deep, into Becky's tiny, virgin rectum.
Becky had never experienced anal play before, and initially resisted, squirming atop the sexually-hungry MILF, who engaged in affairs with men and women because she was bored at home. The surprisingly strong woman held the more petite Becky down, twisting and pushing her middle finger in-and-out of Becky's heretofore unexplored anus. "Stop!" Becky whimpered in shock. But there was no deterring Crystal. Steeling her tongue, Crystal speared Becky's pussy, while simultaneously finger-fucking Becky's pink rectum.
Becky experienced an orgasm like no other. Gathering the strength to roll off the MILF's toned body, Becky tried to catch her breath. Her pointy boobs pointed at the sky as her chest heaved up and down.
"Wow!" Becky said again. Crystal used the break to press one of her big boobs into Becky's mouth, while again rubbing the brunette's welcoming pussy.
Becky's favorite feature on a woman was her boobs. With her eager hands, Becky attempted to put the whole of Crystal's C-cup breast into her hungry mouth, and began suckling the older woman's nipple as if she were a nursing infant.
Ever since her college days at Stanford, Crystal had enjoyed clandestine trysts with woman and girls. With initially modest sexual expectations of the Wake Up San Francisco costar, Becky was proving to be one of her favorite, young lesbian lovers.
"Got any toys?" Crystal asked. Becky regretted that she had none. "That's O.K.," Crystal said, as she again bored into Becky's pussy with her avid fingers.
With it approaching midnight, Crystal suddenly stopped. Becky, exhausted, laid spread eagle on her bed. Crystal had been ravenous in her love-making, bringing the 25-year-old Nebraskan to multiple orgasms during their evening together. Wiping her mouth, Crystal had to admit that the petite brunette had more than held her own.
Putting on her panties, the 30-something married woman looked down on the tired, prone, co-host of Wake Up San Francisco. "That was fun," Crystal said. "Call me."
With that, Crystal hurriedly continued to dress, and wordlessly departed from Becky's Marina District apartment.
Sex with Crystal had been nothing short of amazing! Becky couldn't wait to call the sexy, dominant MILF for a second round.
Days later, the beautiful, petite brunette was sitting in the Tanner living room, waiting to discuss some ideas for Wake Up San Francisco with her amiable cohost, Danny.
With D.J. and Stephanie upstairs playing, and Michelle napping, Joey and Jesse were discussing "man talk" in the kitchen, presuming that they couldn't heard.
Becky's ears perked up when Joey nearly shouted, "She was incredible! She goes to USF, and it's amazing what you can get from a college girl for a nice dinner," Joey said with a crude chuckle. "She's got the biggest tits I've ever seen!" He chortled. Using his silly chipmunk voice, Joey said: "I definitely `wood' like to fuck Heather again!"
Becky flinched upon hearing Heather's name. She eagerly remembered the statuesque blonde bombshell from the charity auction, and assumed that Joey had somehow managed to hit a "home run" with the younger, college girl the night before.
Becky would later learn that Joey was significantly embellishing his story. While Joey had indeed borrowed money from Danny to take the beautiful blonde to a nice restaurant, Heather had soon became bored by Joey's immature antics and silly voices. "He's a grown man?" Heather questioned herself while looking at the 30-year-old man-boy.
While Joey would never "get any," Heather was eagerly interested in sex. The big-busted 20-year-old could easily have been described as promiscuous and adventurous. Her grandmother had taken her to the charity Bachelor Auction in the hope that she would meet a nice, responsible, older man. Grandma had made an unwise choice in juvenile, unsuccessful comic, Joey Gladstone.
Becky had carefully retained Heather's phone number, and it was high on her "things-to-do" list of pretty girls that Becky planned to call."
"Hello, this Kimberly," the pleasant-sounding voice announced. Becky didn't want to immediately identify herself, asking instead, "Is Heather there?" "Sure, let me get her." Kimberly said.
A cheerful voice soon came on line. "Hello? Kimberly hadn't told Heather who was calling. "Heather, this is Rebecca Donaldson from Wake Up San Francisco. We met at the Bachelor Auction." Heather quickly remembered the pretty, little brunette that she had seen mornings on TV. "Of course, Miss Donaldson, I remember you." There was now an air of excitement in Heather's young voice.
"We're looking for some pretty faces to appear on our show," Becky lied. "I was wondering if you'd like to meet me for dinner to discuss some ideas?" Becky certainly had plenty of ideas concerning the tall, busty, platinum-blonde.
"Wow! That would be awesome," Heather said. Becky eagerly suggested dates, and restaurant ideas. Heather suggested a Friday night. She wouldn't have classes, and Becky wouldn't have work until Monday. The following Friday was quickly agreed upon. Heather left it to Becky to select a restaurant. "Do you like sushi?" Becky asked. "Yum," the younger girl succinctly responded.
"One more question," interrupted Becky, "Would you like to meet at the restaurant, or can I pick you up?" Becky instantly blanched at using the words, implying another type of "pick up."
"Um, I don't have a car, so it'd be really cool if you could come by my apartment," Heather said. The platinum-blonde gave Becky her address. It was located off of Geary Street, near the University of San Francisco campus.
Becky had selected the pricey and exclusive Okaeri restaurant in Japantown, as it was nearby to the USF campus, and Heather's apartment.
Although only 25, Becky selected a tight minidress that would make her look younger, and perhaps sexier to the statuesque 20-year-old college student.
Becky was more than a little dubious as she pulled up to the dingy apartment complex. While she came from a comparatively affluent Nebraska family, Becky remembered some of her fellow college peers who had been broke, and struggling to pay for books, tuition, and food.
Becky smoothed her short, black, minidress, and looked for apartment #110. Knocking on the door, she was greeted by Heather, who was appealingly only half-dressed, and covering her big boobs. Heather hadn't yet applied her lipstick. "Sorry. I'll be ready in a sec," the beautiful blonde said as she rushed back to her small bathroom.
The pretty, brunette talk-show host looked around the tiny apartment. Becky knew that her Jimmy Choo shoes had undoubtedly cost more than the monthly rent for this "dump." Girl's clothes were strewn everywhere. Becky understood that Heather had a roommate, but saw only one Queen-size bed in the tiny, studio apartment.
Heather soon emerged from the bathroom. It had been worth the wait. Wearing a skintight white minidress, Heather's big boobs and braless nipples were poking out enticingly, like two car headlights.
Already tall at 5'11", Heather was now Amazonian in her stiletto heels. Becky had to catch her breath before saying, genuinely, "You look spectacular." Offering a friendly hug, Heather's enticing boobs pressed upwards, nearly into the neck of the 5'5" Rebecca Donaldson.
Taking an excited breath, Becky asked, "Are you ready to go?" Heather flashed a dazzling smile, and nodded her head.
As part of her carefully planned seduction, Becky had requested a private, candlelit room at the upscale Japanese restaurant. Becky explained to the college girl that Okaeri meant "welcome" in Japanese. As they talked, Becky placed her hand on top of Heather's. Dazzled by Heather's beauty, and trying to remember her reason for this phony business meeting, Becky asked, "Do you know the `Spokesmodels' on Star Search? We're thinking of doing something like that on our show," Becky again lied.
"Ooh, that would be awesome," the college girl replied, not at all unaware of her stunning body. Becky backed up a little to protect herself, "Of course, the producers and the TV station would have to approve it." Heather excitedly nodded her head, indicating that she understood. She had always dreamed of being a famous television or movie star.
Becky had successfully dangled the hook in front of Heather's mouth.
The sushi and sashimi were ocean-fresh and as delicious as advertised. The two young women chatted amiably, genuinely enjoying the other's company. To keep things lively, Becky plied Heather with shots of hot sake.
After paying the nearly $300 check, Becky made her move: "Heather, I'm having such a wonderful time, I don't want it to end. I have some wonderful Chardonnay at my apartment. I just live in the Marina."
Becky looked hopefully at the younger, big-breasted blonde. The college girl was no dummy, and had been around the block. "Miss Donaldson, are you trying to pick me up? Are you into girls, too?" Heather's impressive chest swelled, as she blurted her questions. Becky was happy that they were in a private room, lest all of San Francisco know what was transpiring. "Well, yes to both." Becky succinctly answered.
"Awesome!" The eager college girl replied, adding, "My apartment's closer." Becky hesitated, remembering the messy room, and comparing it with her comfortable Marina District apartment.
"Don't you have a roommate?" Becky asked, thinking it might help to change Heather's mind. "Oh, believe me, she'll be up for it too," Heather said, very much to Becky's surprise. "Kimberly is really, really cute. You'll like her." Heather was now practically imploring the cheery talk-show host, reaching for Becky's hand in order to exit the restaurant. Becky suddenly remembered the lone bed, correctly surmising that the college girls were lovers.
As they made the short drive, Becky had to admit that she was thrilled by the idea of her first, San Francisco lesbian threesome.
Returning to the apartment, Heather practically ran to the door to inform her roommate of their famous guest, and evening playmate. "This is Rebecca Donaldson from Wake Up San Francisco," Heather excitedly announced. Her pretty Asian roommate had been watching TV, and looked up to see Becky's nervous, familiar face.
Although Kimberly Asaki barely knew of Wake Up San Francisco, she recognized the pretty brunette from local TV. "Hi, it's nice to meet you, Kimberly" Becky said, always perky and pleasant.
Heather laid things out unmistakably: "Rebecca wants to fuck us!" "Cool," responded Kimberly, quickly removing her green, USF t-shirt, and revealing her little, brown-nippled, A-cup boobs.
While Becky watched with amusement, the two college students began to hurriedly undress, throwing clothes that were left on the bed, pell-mell across the tiny room. With some effort, Heather lifted the tight minidress over her head. She was wearing neither bra nor panties beneath. Heather's alluring pubic area was bald, like an 11-year-old girl. Joey had correct in describing them, Becky had also never seen breasts so big, firm, and upright in her life!
Having removed her t-shirt, and wearing only shorts on the typically chilly San Francisco nights, Kimberly stood by the bed as she struggled to remove her extra-tight jean shorts. Unlike her "commando" roommate, Kimberly was wearing an attractive, tiny pair of black bikini panties. Peeking out from the top of her panties was a tattoo of some sort of Japanese kanji character.
Becky was still completely dressed as she watched the whirlwind action around her in quiet amazement. Once again, a slow seduction would be unnecessary. These two girls were hot, and ready to go!
Noticing that Becky was still dressed and looking confused and uncomfortable, the two college girls practically attacked the Nebraskan-talk show host, unzipping Becky's dress, so that she was now standing in just heels, panties, and a bra.
The two college girls surrounded her. Becky could feel Heather's big boobs pressed against her tan, slender back, as barefooted Kimberly stood on tippy-toes to tongue-kiss the pretty brunette that she had seen on TV.
Heather's eager hands clutched Becky's bra-covered boobs from behind, while simultaneously trying to fondle Kimberly's. Together, the two college girls were able to undress Becky, and remove her expensive shoes. At 5'5", Becky was taller than the diminutive, 5'2", 18-year-old Japanese-American girl.
With Becky finally naked, Kimberly announced, "Hey, you're a real cutie!" Heather then stepped around Becky for a closer look, as the 25-year-old marveled at Heather's stunning, naked body. Seeing Becky's hungry gaze, Kimberly gripped one of Heather's big boobs, teasing Becky with it.
"Aren't these the best titties you ever seen?" Kimberly asked. Becky's lust-filled smile gave her answer. "A really nice older man bought them for me," Heather stated, shaking her big boobs up-and-down, and from side-to-side like an exotic dancer at a San Francisco Tenderloin District strip-joint.
Becky didn't care if they were man-made, or not. They were truly spectacular! Not waiting for an invitation, Becky descended upon Heather's boobs with her frenzied hands and mouth.
"They're 38-D's. Do you think I went too big?" Heather asked. "Unh-uh," Becky responded. She was unable to speak, as her mouth was fully enclosed across Heather's nipple and areolae, as she gainfully attempted to inhale the big breast.
Meanwhile, Kimberly was behind Becky, petting her adorable butt cheeks, rounded and firm from almost daily workouts at the gym, and her Jane Fonda VHS exercise tapes.
With Becky bent over, attending to Heather's intoxicating breasts, Kimberly wrapped her arms around Becky's slender waist, and began to grind her black-haired crotch into Becky's rock-solid buttocks. With one hand reaching around the talk show host, Kimberly began to rub Becky's pussy with eager hand.
Being in an oddly vulnerable position, Becky began to squirm, releasing Heather's breast from her avid mouth, and reaching for Heather's cleanly waxed pussy. Heather explained: "My bikinis are so small, it was the only way to keep my pubic hair from peeking out."
Now standing upwards as the Asian girl continued to hump Becky's bubble-butt, Heather reached for Becky's modest, pointy breasts with her greedy hands, squeezing and twisting Becky's boobs and brown nipples, while her roommate audibly pounded against Becky's backside with her crotch.
Having never before been in a threesome, Becky didn't know where or with whom she should concentrate her attention. Two of Kimberly's fingers were now bobbing wildly in Becky's pussy. The pretty, talk show host's knees buckled and she nearly collapsed following an impassioned orgasm.
Seeing that Becky was faint from the lesbian double-team, 5'11" Heather easily lifted the petite, brunette woman, and placed her on the bed. Almost instantly, Kimberly was straddling Becky's pretty face, and pressing her pussy into Becky's mouth.
Heather forcefully pushed one of 38-D boobs into Becky's trimmed, dark-haired pussy. "It's called dove-fucking," said the big-breasted lesbian, as Becky enthusiastically performed cunnilingus on Kimberly, Heather's petite, Asian roommate and girlfriend.
The two college girls would tag-team eating Becky's pussy. While one avidly licked and prodded Becky's pussy, the other was exploring Becky's naked body, or orally indulging herself on Becky's pointy, A-cup boobs.
The limber young girls were able to contort their enticing bodies into every conceivable lesbian sexual position, taking turns scissoring with Becky, while offering skilled oral sex to the other college girl standing impatiently above her eager face.
As the evening wore on, each of the impassioned trip used her avid fingers, tongue, mouth, and even toes! The college girls seemed unusually sexually insatiable to Becky.
Using something that she had learned from Crystal, Becky took advantage of Heather lying flat on her stomach. Parting Heather's thick, firm butt cheeks, Becky announced, "This is called analingus," as she steeled her tongue to enter Heather's rectum. "I know," said Heather, as the 25-year-old, Nebraska native bore into her pink anus, licking as enthusiastically as she had done with Heather's puffy, bald pussy and big boobs.
With Becky also lying prone, attending to Heather's meaty backside with her tongue and fingers, Kimberly crawled between Becky's parted legs, and alternated between eagerly eating her pussy and anus.
The next morning, Becky declined a breakfast of toast and eggs as she began to dress and prepared to drive back to her Marina District apartment. The night-long sex-play with the two college girls had left her exhausted, and she was eager to get some much-needed sleep in her own, comfortable bed.
"Are you sure you want to leave?" Asked a disappointed-sounding Heather. Despite the night's gymnastic lesbian activities, the blonde college girl looked fresh, pretty, and ready for more. Looking at Heather, dressed in a nearly-see-through white "wife beater" undershirt, and tiny thong panties, Heather's pencil-eraser sized nipples were invitingly poking through the thin fabric.
Finally, putting on her Jimmy Choo shoes, Becky was about to say thank you and goodbye to her congenial, student hosts. Kimberly was still-topless. Heather had her arm draped lovingly around Kimberly's petite shoulder. Becky assumed that they would resume their girl-play when she departed.
Seeing a framed picture of two beautiful, bikini-bodied, blonde girls, Becky curiously picked it up. One of the pretty girls was big-busted, Heather. "That's my little sis, Tawnee," Heather informed Becky. "She's in high school, but she's already one eager little lezzie. Tawnee was really jealous when I told her that I was going to dinner with you."
"Interesting," Becky thought, looking at the shorter, beautiful girl, with luscious, natural breasts. Tawnee appeared to be only 15 or 16-years-old when the picture was taken.
Not wanting Becky to leave, Kimberly wrapped her arms around Becky. Standing on her tiptoes, Kimberly pressed her A-cup boobs into Becky's chest, giving her a full, closed-mouth kiss. "It was awesome," Kimberly repeated.
Becky had not forgotten that she had finally agreed to date Jesse, and wondered if he too had been fucking a girl the previous night? Little did she know that initial date would eventually change her life.
The End.
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