Hi, I'm Rachel, 20. I'm studying Ancient Classical and Medieval Studies at Winchester University. Its a hugely interesting course, I've always been massivly interested in archaeology, especially in England.

I'm not realy sure what job prospects there are once I finish the course next year, I could go on and get a teaching qaulification and be a history teacher. Hopfully I'll at least be able to spend a year or two on a dig, maybe I'll discover something interesting and priceless and end up famous with my own TV show.....

Theres quite a lot of work involved, a big part of it is reading though so I do spend a lot of time ether at the library, or in my flat.

I remember when I first moved out of home a couple of years ago, having a room in my own house, being able to lock it and do whatever I wanted in there with no one caring, being able to come and go at any time without telling anyone where I was.

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I had also only ever had sex with one guy back home, I had a few boyfriends but it was always awkward, my dad was very protective and I had to have my bedroom door open if I had a boy in there, and all the lads I dated lived with their parents.

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I'm now in my third year of study and I have a small flat near the universiry campus to my self and, in the two years I've been here I've definately discovered myself sexually.

I wouldn't say I was a slut in my first year, but I did have sex with 4 different people. 3 of those I went out with for a while so it wasn't as if I was just going out and banging random blokes.

I have got a lot more adventurous and learnt to be clear about asking for what I want and need sexually. This actualy makes it better for both of us I've found so I'm not shy about making demands these days.

I'm lucky to have a flat all to myself. My parents gave me some extra money towards the rent as they thought I needed somewhere quiet to read and do my research. They are right of course and its very conducive to clarity of thought, reading and compiling notes and research in my large, sunny living room. Its great to be able to spread out my notes and books, knowing that no one will touch or move anything. But the best bit is being able to not worry about dressing.

I like a nice slow morning. I get out of bed, hop in the shower and just walk into the kitchen with nothing but a towel, loosely wrapped around me. I can make coffee and toast, and just lie back on the sofa, almost naked and ease myself into the day.

I'll be lying on the sofa, my white fluffy towel falling away from by breasts, the smell of toast and coffee in the room and the morning sun coming through the window, onto my freshly showered skin. This is my faverite time to let my fingers run over my nipples, down my stomach slowly, and to my pussy.

I like to run my fingers up the inside of my leg, one side at a time before I touch myself, it makes that first touch more intense. Then, I like to playfully finger my clit as it gets excited. My pussy gets wet and my fingers can slide over my clit and in to my pussy making everything nice and slippery.

I have some toys I keep under the sofa for these situations, my favrote is a medium size, green dildo with a nice head. I like to tease my pussy with just the head of the dildo, letting the ridge slip in and out then, gently letting a little more of the shaft in each time until I'm pushing the whole thing inside me with one hand and frantically rubbing my clit with the other.

I wish I had a third hand, or somone to suck and nibble my nipple. At this point I start thinking about what it would be like if I was doing this and I had a nice hard cock to suck. My mind runs away and I fantisise about having two cocks, one fucking my mouth and the other pumping my sweet pussy while my finger flicks up and down, over my clit.

When I start thinking like this, its not long until I'm moaning, pumping that dildo deeper and faster and flicking my clit with my right hand. This is why I like having my own flat, I can't help but scream as the orgasm hits me. My whole body shakes as I arch my back. Little electric jolts pass through my body in waves of sublime pleasure and, when the last of the aftershocks are over I just lie back, my breasts rising and falling with my breath, fast.

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I've always loved the idea of piercing and got my lip done when I was pretty young. 

I got my tongue done more recently, and I did this for a few reasons. First I love the way it looks when I stick my tongue out, and, now that I'm used to it I quite like the way it feels. It doesn't get in the way of eating, talking or anything.

Hey Guys, I'm Evie and I'm here to share some pics and tell you about myself. I am outgoing, a shameless exhibitionist and a lot of trouble. My friends often describe me as a handful I guess I have a lot of energy and I enjoy being crazy, I'm a happy person.

I'd always thought about getting my tongue pierced, but I finally decided when I experienced what a tongue, complete with the metal ball can do when its on my pussy.

The feeling of the warm moist tongue, and the precise pressure of that little metal ball had me screaming. Oh My God! I had NEVER cum like that before so it got me thinking, with a bit of practice, I could give that sort of pleasure, it would certainly make things quite interesting If I could do to others what I'd just had done to me.

I'm bisexual by the way, so the fact it felt so good having a guy with a tongue piercing go down on me meant that I knew I could do that to other girls as well as the metal feeling great pressing against the shaft of a cock. It was a while before I got to try it out, but the experience was not disappointing.

It was a couple of months after I'd had the piercing, I had my steel barbell stud in, and I was at a friends flat for his flat warming party. Dean had actually had the flat for nearly 6 months, but with him practically living at the gym where he worked, he'd taken this long to unpack all his boxes and order all the things he needed. He was there for 2 months with no Fridge. He just bought enough food for a couple of days and kept his milk in an electric cold box, meant to plug into a car cigarette lighter. Dean had adapted this to work from the mains but I'm sure if any electrician saw his wiring they would condemn it.

It was nearly midnight and there were about 12 of us in the flat. I had been doing a lot of showing off because this was the first time a lot of the people I knew had seen me since my latest piercing.

There was plenty of beer, wine and a lot of shots going around. It had turned into a bit of a session. I'd been sticking to my usual Vodka and coke, but, I knew it had started to go to my head when I licked Dean's face, from his chin, over his cheek, then stuck my tongue in his ear when he made a comment on how my new tongue might feel against his skin.

It was one of those things you do that seems funny and right in your head at the time. I went over to Deans new fridge, found one of the last couple of remaining cans of coke, opened the can and took a good gulp before replacing the drunk liquid with vodka. I'm very classy.

The main room in Dean's flat was open plan, a large sofa and two matching chairs were arranged at one end, and a kitchen counter partly partitioned the space, behind it there was a section of tiled floor and a modern fitted kitchen. I was leaning against the kitchen counter, on the living area side; this way I was close to the alcohol and snack and as we all drank and chatted a couple of hours pass and people left one by one.

Dean who is a trainer at a gym nearby is about 6'5, and in his late 20s. He has a lean muscular figure that came from spending every day in the gym and every morning running. Dean's one of those guys who is always in a tracksuit and running shoes, he'll change into shorts and a different pair of running shoes to run, and take his spin classes, and he'll shower, change into a Nike tracksuit and different running shoes to go home.

It was late, and I was now just one of three. Dean was sitting on the sofa; Marie who does admin for a solicitor’s office was still sat cross-legged on the floor with her phone, and cigarettes on her lap and a bottle of WKD in her hand. I'd known Marie for a while, I had done some temp work at her office, and I wasn't very good at it. I only lasted 3 weeks before I went back to working in one of the larger pubs in town. I had thought that it would do me good to keep office hours and get some early nights, but the lifestyle, the hours and the lack of drunk people to laugh at didn't suit me.

Marie has shoulder length brunette hair and brown eyes a petite girly girl, more so than me anyway always softly spoken, quiet and sweet, my polar opposite.

I moved over to the sofa and sat next to Dean with my can of 'coke'. Marie shuffled across the floor and leant back against the arm of the sofa. Her head was resting just by my right hand. I felt her hair against my hand, I reached out and ran my fingers gently through some of the Marie's hair, it was very soft.

"Oh my god you hair feels gorgeous,” I said. "How the hell does that feel so good?”

"I had it done after work earlier, it’s not usually like this. Full of knots and split ends". "They use some amazing products at the place opposite our office, I wanted to buy some of the stuff they use but they want like £40 for a bottle of conditioner. Fuck that". "I'll just pay the £80 to have my hair done there before I go out, that won't cost as much since this is the first time I've actually been out and socialised with people outside of work since Christmas".

It was now late March, that was a long time, but the work, bills, work cycle has a habit of getting in the way of the social life we all once enjoyed when we were teenagers.

So here we were, in a late night haze after a party and a lot of drink. I was absently mindedly stroking Marie's hair, it felt so good and her head was just there, by my hand. The TV was on, and tuned in to a music video channel. A minute or two passed then Marie turned round and looked at me for a while. "What?" I asked with a smile. "Just wondering...” she replied, "wondering what its like to kiss with that bar through your tongue". "So snog me and find out,” I'd said before I'd really thought about what I was saying.

There was not quite enough room for three people on Dean's sofa, so Marie got up and sat between Dean and me with one of her legs over mine. "Lets see your tongue close up then" Marie said. I stuck my tongue out; Marie leant forward and touched my tongue with the tip of hers. We both giggled.

Dean was very quiet; he seemed to have his gaze fixed on the TV screen. I moved my head towards Marie's again and put my arm around her waste, we started licking each others tongues in-between giggles. "You two are fucking wasted!” Dean had finally spoken; he looked at us with more of an expression of amusement than anything else. We didn't stop, well why would we, it was a lot of fun. The tongue teasing turned into deep kissing. My left hand was running up Marie's back, pausing for my fingers to run through her hair before running back town her back.

We broke off; Dean had shifted his position to face us and was now more interested in what we were doing that the music videos that were on TV.

"Oh, you're enjoying the show then" I said with a smile, "You two are pissed.... wish my phone had battery, this is amazing blackmail material" said Dean. I noticed that there was something bulging slightly underneath his tracksuit trousers. I smiled.

Both me and Marie leant back further into the sofa, making sure Dean had a good view and continued to caress each other tongues with our own. I was wearing a t-shirt and jeans; I'd already kicked off my trainers earlier on. Marie was wearing a cute spaghetti strap black top that was fairly low cut and left her flat stomach exposed, and black skinny jeans with a belt that sparkled with shiny, diamond like decorations.

You could see the top of her partially see through bra, which was slightly higher than the line of her top. I was wearing a white bra underneath my t-shirt, which I realised Marie had unhooked as we were kissing. Once I'd realised what she'd done, I pulled away from Marie for a second and removed my bra without taking my t-shirt off. I made eye contact with Dean and pulled the t-shirt tight so he could see the outline of my breasts and nipples quite clearly.

Marie grinned and pulled my head against hers. Our tongues locked again as Marie started to run her hand underneath my t-shirt and slowly up my back.

Dean had a solid erection now, this much was obvious. The fact he was wearing tracksuit trousers meant that the outline of his cock was clear as it was pushing against the fabric of his trousers. He seemed to be looking on more with interest than lust though. This didn't matter. I could tell Marie was enjoying this, and she had also noticed the bulge in Dean's trousers.

We continued to kiss as our hands ran all over each other. Marie had been running her fingers up and down my back, under my T-shirt.

She shifted position a little and I felt her fingers running up my side, then, I felt her fingertips touching the side of my left breast. As her fingers touched me I felt a surge of electricity and excitement coursing through my body.

Marie stopped for a moment to slip her top over her head and, as she did I took my T-shirt off completely. Marie, now only wearing a bra on her top half let out a pleasurable moan before she started kissing my breasts, it didn’t take her long to work her way to my left nipple, she ran her tongue playfully around my areola before flicking her tongue over my nipple in a highly suggestive manner, then she took the whole nipple between her lips. I felt the warmth of her mouth and the flicking of her tongue.

At this point, both my nipples were standing to attention and I could feel the waves of pleasure run through my whole body as Marie was licking, sucking and kissing.

As she continued to explore my breasts with her mouth and tongue, I reached around and unhooked her bra. Marie slipped it off to reveal her pert, shapely breasts and cute nipples, hard with excitement like mine. I moved my head towards her breasts and flicked my tongue around her right nipple while my hand caressed the other breast. Marie squealed a little as the steel of my tongue bar flicked around her nipple. “Oh my god that feels good” said Marie in a slightly breathless voice.

I continued to kiss Maries breasts, pausing every so often to flick my tongue over her erect nipples, then I started to move down, planting kisses and playful licks as I went, pausing to stick my tongue into her belly button which provoked a short squeak from Marie. Marie stood in front of me as I kissed her body, topless and breathing heavily she unbuckled her belt and undid the buttons on her jeans, they came open enough for me to see her frilly, see through matching panties. I kissed around the top of the elastic, as Marie’s breathing got heavier. As I continued to kiss and lick Maries stomach I ran my hands from Maries gorgeous pert tits down her sides, letting them slide between her jeans and knickers. As my hands slid underneath Maries jeans, I encouraged them down a little and they fell down her legs. Marie stepped out of her jeans now standing in front of me wearing just her black knickers. I could see the outline of her vagina through the see through black material.

I stood up. “Sit down and lie back” I said with a smile. Marie complied and sank into the sofa next to Dean who was still watching intently and who, still had a huge erection. I knelt in front of Marie and started kissing the inside of her legs. Letting my tongue trace around the outside of her panties. I pulled them down her legs, she stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. I teased her a little, licking her inner thighs, tummy and legs, brushing her pussy lightly with my tongue but moving away to for a while. Marie was moaning with every outward breath. I then gave her pussy a deep, slow lick, from bottom to top, stopping as I felt her clit underneath my tongue. I started to roll my tongue around Maries swollen clitoris, making sure to let her feel the same combination of steel and soft warm tongue that had been responsible for one of the most intense orgasm’s I’d ever had. I could tell I was having the same effect on Marie. She was breathing fast and moaning as my tongue worked

The fingers on my left hand ran up Maries right inside leg as I started to run my right hand up Dean’s right leg. As I continued to caress Marie’s pussy with my tongue, my right hand found the bulge in Deans pants and started to run up and down the shaft of his penis through the material. Dean reacted by pulling his pants down to reveal his hard cock, it must have been at least 8 inches.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started to jerk him off as I continued to concentrate on Marie’s Pussy. Marie was screaming now, and she grabbed Dean’s arm with her left hand, squeezed it with a moan and pulled his hand onto her left breast. Dean Caressed Maries breast and teased her nipple with his fingers. Marie pulled deans hands towards her mouth and started licking and sucking two of deans fingers. His fingers in her mouth she was moaning and her whole body started to pulse and shake. Maries left hand joined mine on Deans cock and we both tugged as dean let his head sink back into the sofa and moan.

As my tongue continued to lap at Maries swollen, moist pussy the intensity of her breathing and shaking increased until her whole body tensed up for a second, and relaxed with a sequel from Marie, then again, her back arching. I didn’t stop. Marie was clenching the sofa cushion next to her tightly, I was still running my right hand up and down Dean’s hard cock, me moaned as he looked over us. With the last jerk and of Maries body she inhaled sharply, then relaxed with a long deep moan of pleasure. “Oooooh god!” Marie said, breathless. “That was…… mmmmmmmmmmm”. She was lying back enjoying the after shocks of her intense orgasm.

I stood up and pulled my jeans and panties down before squeezing in next to Marie. Marie was leant back in the corner and I was next to her, leaning back against the side of the sofa. Deans cock was out, and still hard. Both me and Marie were naked now and looking at Dean. “Stroke it for us… “ I said as he ran his hand up the shaft of that cock. I put my legs up over his and started fingering my own pussy with my right hand. My left hand I put around Marie. Marie put her right hand on my leg and ran her fingers up the inside of my leg. I stopped playing and let Marie take over, her fingers felt so good on me.

‘Bring that big cock over here Dean’ I said, pointing to my head. Dean got up, both me and Marie were lying togeather, naked, lengthways on the sofa now with me on the outside. Dean knelt on the floor and I grabbed his hard cock. I let the tip touch my breasts as I jacked it for him. At the same time Marie was using her both hands on my pussy and she knew exactly what she was doing.

Dean’s cock felt good in my hand, and we owed him a happy ending after doing what we did in front of him, so I spat on his cock as I jacked him off, he started to moan, pulled it close to my mouth and licked the tip a little as I was running my hand up and down. He moaned. The pace at which Marie was working me with her fingers was quickening gradually, I could feel the pressure building.

As I started to feel the waves of orgasm take hold, I let Dean’s cock enter my mouth, making sure to push my tongue against his shaft as his cock slid deep into my mouth and back out again. And then, all at once dean tensed up and moaned. I felt a tingle and a shock like surge of excitement, again and again as Marie fingered my clit with one hand and ran a finger from the other around my wet pussy hole. It was just the right amount of teasing and pleasure and it felt amazing. As my orgasm was subsiding, I felt Deans hot load shoot into my mouth, he pulled out and more cum shot from his cock over my tits.

I had Dean’s cum over my tits and on my tongue, I turned round to face Marie and she licked the cum from my tongue with her own with a pleasurable moan. We kissed and the taste of cum was in both our mouths now.

The three of us were silent for a minute, the music channel was still playing and we were all in a post orgasm haze. Dean was the first to talk. “So, I’m tired, I have a king size bed if you girls don’t fancy the trip home until tomorrow, there’s plenty of room for three….”.