Beautiful Dawn

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, DomSub, FemaleDom, Rough, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Orgy, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Size, .

Desc: Sex Story: Beautiful young woman treats a male and a female friend to a memorable morning



This is a story is based on events described to me by Dawn, a very sexy bi girl from Iowa, USA.

Taking the last bottle of Bud left from the night before out of the cool-box and opening it; Dawn slipped two aspirin onto her tongue and washed them down. "Damn, I sure need this," she spoke to herself. Her head ached badly; it felt like a little guy wearing big boots was kicking inside her brain in time with her pulse.

Then she went to the washroom, splashed some cold water on her face and scraped back her long hair into a band. Flipping on a radio that sat on a shelf near the sink, the beautiful slim, young brunette heard, at a low volume, a very, very apt song start and laughed to herself. It was 'Sunday Morning Coming Down' by Johnny Cash. The first verse played:

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.

Looking in the mirror, green eyes flashed back at her. She muttered, "Hmmm, well I look better than I feel, that's for sure." And she did, as always she looked gorgeous, despite a vague hint of black shadows beneath her eyes.

Strangely, whenever she woke after some drinks the night before she felt kind of horny. Beneath the massively oversized T-Shirt she was wearing (given to her by her one time teacher, who was also an old boyfriend) she was naked; her nipples were sticking out hard, and her clit was firming up. She slid a hand under her shirt and briefly cupped and squeezed her breasts, before she ran it down her flat stomach and pressed on her clit a few times.

"Hmmmm," she moaned to herself softly, then blew a kiss at her reflection in the mirror and laughed. The aspirin and beer was rapidly chasing the headache away and the horny feeling was rising.

Dawn ambled into the kitchen, filled and switched her coffee machine on and got some bread out to toast. She slipped back to the night before in her mind.

It had been a fun night, well no sex which was a downer, but still fun. Dawn had met some buddies in a local bar in her small town in Iowa, and they had just chilled out some, drinking beer and joking around. A terrible band started playing out of key on a stage and after a few dissatisfied murmurs from the crowd she and her friend Trista had got up and danced to liven the joint up. Trista was a good-looking young woman with a shapely slim body and long blonde hair.

They were the only ones on the dance floor and were, if not drunk, getting that way. Despite this they were both cool, natural movers and they hit a good groove even with the terrible music. Both of them were bisexual, and had been lovers in the past. Usually Trista leant more towards women and Dawn towards men. Pretty soon the inevitable happened and they started kissing and grinding their hips together. Everyone in that bar just loved it. It was one hot show.

Their tongues were twisting inside each others mouths, and their breasts were rubbing. Sadly, the bar owner, worried about his license after some recent warnings from the cops about lewd behaviour and public drunkenness, came and kind of separated them, and told them to calm it down. Although to show he had no hard feelings he sent a round of free drinks to their table.

Pretty much their group continued on having a blast. Dawn loved it, putting some recent troubles she had experienced behind her, letting herself act and talk freely in good company. She had also got so horny dancing with Trista that she hoped later to have some good hard sex, with a man, a woman, or both together, whatever, she needed some loving bad!

After a few more drinks and plenty of laughs, she invited everyone "back to my place." If she recalled correctly there were three other girls and four guys who eventually got there. One of her old friends, Rick, and a guy new to the area called Rob, had got hold of a couple bottles of Jack Daniel's and a huge crate of Bud from somewhere, and the party rolled.

This was about all Dawn recalled accurately, after this, things became a bit of a drunken blur. At one point she recalled dancing, sandwiched between Trista and Rob, kissing them both, which was a turn on, but that was about all.

What was vivid though was that when she woke this morning, she, Rob and Trista were all bundled up together on her big soft bed. Trista was dressed only in a brief thong and bra, and Rob was face down snoring lightly wearing only briefs. Dawn had snuck quietly out of bed so as not to wake them, but had felt her clit tingle and her pussy dampen; she planned to return soon and screw with them both.

Well, the coffee was now brewed and the toast was done. Dawn poured herself a cup, and spread some butter on the toast and fed her now rumbling tummy. As she was a good hostess, she got a tray and decided to take the two sleepy-heads some breakfast in bed.

Entering her bedroom, Dawn opened the curtains which woke Trista. "Hi girlfriend," Dawn said. Trista smiled back and rubbed her eyes. After she had drunk some of the coffee Dawn had poured her, and downed two aspirin that were on the tray, Trista gave her friend a quick hug and a soft kiss on the lips. They then fell into a tight embrace, kissed with feeling and held each others faces. They were probably about to get down to a hot sex session when Rob sort of moaned and then woke.

They pulled back from the kiss and looked at him. He was older than the regular group of her friends, who were mainly aged 19-25 or so, and all from her native Iowa. Rob was probably in his mid-thirties, and was English. He had recently moved into the area and was writing for a local newspaper. That was about all they did know about him though. He was tall, about 6, 2" or 3" and had short dark hair. He had a large muscular body, with just a few soft pounds around his middle; had a deep voice, and had a kind of slow, sexy way of talking. Although he was fairly quiet, he was always ready to laugh and had a warm persona. Dawn liked him a lot.

Well, Rob turned over and the girls looked down to a seriously impressive bulge at the front of his briefs. Looking confused, and wondering for a second where on earth he was, Rob pulled the quilt up to provide some modesty, and kind of croaked out, "Hi."

Dawn and Trista greeted him back, then looked at each other, exchanged a knowing smile and laughed. Dawn poured him some coffee and offered him some aspirin.

Rob greedily attacked the coffee but was a pretty hardened drinker, and rarely suffered hangovers, so declined pain relief. If he had woken confused, now he was getting hard beneath the quilt, and who wouldn't, these were two cute girls sat in front of him on the bed, in fact Dawn was absolutely stunning, a natural beauty. He could see she had hard nipples under her loose T-shirt, and her shapely smooth long legs were fully on show. Trista was looking hot as hell too, in a half cut bra and thong, but he was most drawn to Dawn.

Rob knew what he wanted to do: basically have hot sex with them both, but unless he had a few drinks in him, he was actually quite a shy person. He found himself asking Dawn, "Would it be ok if I use your shower?"

"Sure baby, no problem, first on the left outside this door," she replied, but then added mischievously, "We'll sort out what payment you owe me for the overnight stay after you come out."

Rob looked confused at this; in the month he had been around this small Iowa town, he had found the locals very kind and hospitable. 'This is weird, ' he thought to himself, and remembered he actually had spent the last of the money he had brought out buying some alcohol from a barman to take out last night, his car was parked near the bar, at least five miles away, and his cards were all back in his rented apartment in Des Moines.

"Oh, by-the-way Rob, I don't want your payment in dollars baby," Dawn laughed out at him, before almost collapsing in shared giggles with Trista as his confused face turned red.

Rob looked around the room for his clothes, but couldn't see them. 'Bloody hell, I drunk too much last night, ' he thought. There was nothing for it he decided, so he pulled back the quilt and made to go out the door. However, as he tried to stand up both girls pushed him back down and pinned him there. Dawn attacked his mouth with a ferocious kiss. Despite the alcohol last night, she loved his slightly beery taste.

"Mmmmm, ' she moaned. Trista then eased Dawn back and kissed her friend before taking her turn at Rob's full lips. He himself was relaxed now, his hormones kicked in and he was up for any fun they wanted.

As Trista carried on kissing with him, Dawn saw his cock straining against the material covering it, forming a tent shape. She scooted down and lifted then pulled, Rob's briefs off him, taking them right of his ankles. Then she stared a second at his long, thick penis with total lust in her eyes, before popping his enlarged cock-head into her cunning, clever sweet mouth.

Dawn kind of lolled his cock around in her mouth, savouring the taste of his leaking clear pre-cum. Then while Trista and Rob continued kissing, she sucked on his balls and ran her tongue up and down his thick shaft.

Dawn deliberately groaned loud enough so they both heard her, "Mmmmmmmm, I love this cock."

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