"I feel like a lowlife slut for saying it, but yes, I had an affair with a girl." Two summers ago when I visited my cousin Beth, we had to share the same bed, and one night we touched accidently, then began touching on purpose. Well... one thing led to another and kissing led to groping, breast sucking, body massage and eventually mutual oral sex." It went on for the full 6 weeks I was there, and I just hate to say I loved it, but I did. I still love the smell and taste of cocks, but also love the gentleness and taste of a female. Now it's your turn to come clean. How much sexual experience have you had?"
I guess the loneliness once again appeared because the tears started to flow, and Nancy asked "What's wrong Babe?" with concern in her voice.
I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand and said, "I've never been even close to having sex. I've never been kissed. Hell, I've never even held hands. I'm so frigging horny that If I ever received an obscene phone I'd probably start talking so dirty to him or her, they would be the one to report me to the police."
"You're one wacked woman Jan, and that's why I love ya. Um, I'd love to help you with your problem if you wouldn't mind."
"What do you mean Nance?"
"I mean I'd like to kiss you if it wouldn't freak you out too much."
After thinking about all my available options, I whispered, "It is a little freaky too me, but it's probably the best offer I will ever get."
Nancy smiled and pulled me in close once again encircling me with her arms. Slowly she bent down and gently touched my lips with hers. I was amazed by the warmth and tenderness and when it ended, I looked up in her face with pleading eyes, begging for her to kiss me again.
Nancy once again moved in, tasting my lips, pulling my body into hers so we were locked together. No amount of reading erotica or how to sex manuals could have prepared me for how delicious the kiss tasted, and when she began to devour my lips and slowly inserted her tongue to begin a slow, romantic dance I had no defense against.
Over and over we plunged in and out of each others' mouths and when I entered her mouth for a final thrust and she firmly took hold with demanding lips I thought I would die and moaned with pleasure. Her gentleness in the beginning had turned into a raging hunger and I just wanted to surrender and be devoured.
I finally had to break the kiss or pass out, and I withdrew our heavenly connection, gasping for breath, and exclaimed, "That was incredible Nance."
"I agree Jan. Please say you will join me in my parents' bedroom. You have been my dearest and closest friend forever, and I want to make love with you if you are willing."
"Oh God Nance. I'm so afraid."
"No problem Honey. I know love between two girls is still very much frowned upon in our society. I don't want to pressure you into anything."
"That isn't it Nance. Well, maybe that's partially it, but it's more that you are so gorgeous and your body is perfect, and I feel like a fat freak next to you. Plus, I don't have your experience with sex, so I know I will make a fool of myself."
"Oh Babe. Don't say such things. I love you as much as anyone in my family and think you are a beautiful girl.... And as far as experience goes, you just proved with that wonderful kiss that you are an incredibly fast learner, so we can take it slow, and if anything feels uncomfortable to you, we can stop."
"Part of me wants to explore every inch of your beautiful body Nancy and part of me is still scared to death over all these new sensations I am feeling."
My beautiful friend took my hand saying, "Everything will be fine," and led me to her parents' bedroom.
Entering the bedroom, she turned to me and once again took my quivering body into her arms, and began the kiss this time around my neck and up to and around my ears sending shock waves throughout my body. Her lips once again ended their journey joining mine and cupping and massaging my large round ass.
The sensations were like nothing I had previously experienced, but the fear returned once again as I felt her undo the clasp of my jeans, and let them fall to the floor. I kicked my shoes off and stepped out of the jeans and tried to take my mind off my semi-nakedness by breaking the kiss and pushing Nancy's short silky shorts over her beautiful thighs and calves. I could see a wet patch on her panties, soft pubic hairs sticking out from the side and the scent of her young lust-filled body was intoxicating to my senses.
I moved back up to her, and she took the bottom of my T-shirt, drawing it up and over my head, then I followed suit and removed her tank top. Both of us returned to our embrace and when I felt her hands move to the waistband of my panties, I drew in my erratic breath as I felt them slide down my thick legs. I followed Nancy's lead once again and removed her panties, and then we unclasped each others' bra and let them fall haphazardly to our feet.
The sensation of holding another naked human being in my arms was beyond words to my young inexperienced mind. Still kissing me, she slowly guided me to the large king sized bed and lay me down. I stared up at her as she broke the kiss and was in awe of her flawless body.
Her ripe breasts stood firm and proud above a flat tanned stomach, and her beautiful auburn pubic patch had been neatly trimmed into the shape of a heart. I felt so inadequate with my huge sagging breasts and protruding stomach and soft round full blown ass.
As if reading my mind, Nancy once again lowered her mouth to rein gentle bites and kisses over my neck, and then moved lower, stopping and taking a hard pink nipple into her hungry mouth and gently licking and sucking on it. She didn't miss an inch of my upper body as she nipped and lick and teased every inch of me, then let her fingers slowly join in the assault as she stroked my soft belly and moved teasingly towards my crotch.
As she kissed licked and bit down my stomach, navel and lower abdomen, just above the hairline of my crotch, she stroked slowly up and down each thigh sending shivers of joy throughout my body.
As the fingers lightly danced over my inner thighs, I could feel my legs part as if they had no will to resist. Nancy took this as an invitation, and let her fingers dance around the blond hairs of my hot steaming pussy. Over and over she played with my swollen pussy lips, and with each up and down stroke, she began to slowly insert her exploring fingers. I had masturbated and fantasized countless times, but nothing could compare to what this beautiful teen was doing to me.
She thrust two of her fingers deep within my hot cunt and I felt my ass rising off the bed hungrily to meet them. Both of us began to move faster and faster and all I could do was hold on to the headboard as my body wildly thrashed around the bed and I could hold off no longer and exploded in an orgasm which was beyond compare.
I thought Nancy would give me relief and time to recover from my ecstasy, but slowly she moved around me and between my open legs and began the attack to my inner thighs and the outline of her pussy with her tongue, teeth and lips. How could each sensation possibly outdo the previous sense of ecstasy?
Over and over her tongue explored the lips of my pussy, drinking in my sopping juices. First long even strokes sent my head spinning, and then short fast butterfly strokes joined in the journey of her mouth.
When her hungry lips sucked in my swollen clit and her fingers once again entered my steaming cunt, it was too much for me to comprehend and I felt my pussy gush as I screamed out in a voice which was unrecognizable to me.
My big body jerked with spasms as my labored breathing was frantic, to the point of worrying if I would live through it. Finally I did feel my body and breathing returning to normal and Nancy withdrew her fingers, released my clit from her lips and moved up to join me with a beautiful smile on her face.
As she gently kissed my throat and cheek, I no longer had to worry about my extra weight, because it was proven to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that someone could actually love me and think I'm beautiful just the way I am.
The End.
Dinner With Sister In Law
Sitting at the dinner table with my husband and his sister, my heart is racing with excitement. The familiar tingle betw
een my thighs has now escalated to a wet slithery sensation as I rub then together and feel my own wetness on my soft flesh.
Thirty minutes ago I excused myself to go to the toilet....
Having locked the door behind me as I entered, I conducted my usual perverted raid on her washing basket, hoping that she had not recently completed her laundry. My eyes bulged to illustrate my joy when I lifted the lid back and noticed an almost full basket, full of beautiful clothing waiting to be washed. Silks, satins, fine cottons. All scented with her addictive perfume and her own feminine body scents. Heaven!
Thankfully for me and my perversion, she is a fitness fanatic, and there is usually a selection of gym clothing and swimsuits for my private pleasure. Rummaging through her soiled collection I chose what must have been her underwear for a recent gym session. The black cotton thong was still slightly damp, and the smell was intoxicating. Sweat, pee, and a bit of excitement from her sessions on the cycling machines no doubt, all mixed together and absorbed into this flimsy material. With clammy hands I pulled them out of the basket, inhaled all her scents from the underwear, noting not only her body odours but also her hypnotic perfume. God, I was in heaven!
With my heart threatening to escape the confines of my chest, I nervously put each stiletto-heeled foot through the relevant holes in her thong, pulled them up my waxed legs until they reached the bottom of my mid length skirt. At this point I grabbed my hem and lifted it so that I could keep hold of it with my teeth as I continued. Knowing and hoping that this would happen tonight I had anticipated my need for not wearing my own underwear. When the cold damp material touched my hot intimate wetness I gasped with excitement and joy. I was such a dirty tramp. Wearing another woman's discarded thong. Soaked in sweat, pee and her own intimate juices. God, and now they were mixing with mine. I could have died and gone to heaven right there and then!
With my middle finger I push the material hard against my soft folds, and force them slightly inside me so that they would remain there when I left the toilet. With skirt lowered, and thighs rubbing together to enjoy the kinky sensation, I lifted my middle finger up to my nose and inhale the musky aroma. I couldn't help myself as I then tasted it with my tongue, savouring 'our' wetness.
With toilet flushed and my face reddened with sexual excitement, I left the toilet and headed for the dining table, where I sit down squirming in ecstasy. The wetness was already seeping through as we were served dinner.
So ... here I am. Gently, teasingly rubbing my thighs together. Feeling the ever so slight yet wonderful friction of the wet thong caressing and pleasing my swollen clit. With every movement the material is taking me closer and closer to my needed release, but I dread to let on to the siblings at the table.
The tingling rises and rises to become that itch which needs scratched until orgasm, and I delicately rub my thighs tighter together. My breathing becomes deeper, heavier, and more irregular. Surely they will notice? But I can't stop myself. I so need this. Now!!!
Thinking of her wearing and grinding herself into the thong which is taking me to my release, sends me over the edge, and I grunt and shake for what seems to be forever as the waves of pleasure rip through my tender body. My husband notices my shaking, stops eating, and turns to me asking if I am OK. I stutter that I am fine and that I just got a chill up my spine, and excuse myself again.
Inside the confines of the toilet again, I need to continue my orgasms to try and cure my itch. I hitch up my skirt, dip my hand down between my soaking thighs, and rub myself furiously through the wet thong. The rising odours hit my nose just as I reach that second plateau. Grinding hard into my soft lips my body shudders and knees buckle as I take myself over the orgasmic edge again. As the waves fade to an amazing tickling sensation, I grab the waist of the thong and pull it hard so that the material is almost cutting my soft swollen lips. With this delightful friction, I decide to tease myself all night and keep it in position.
Without washing my hands again, I exit the toilet and return to the table. The night ahead is sure to be filled with so many more orgasms.
The End.
Source from the Past
I sat at the bar just as I'd done so many nights before, hoping to find the girl of my dreams. Actually, by this time in the evening I was just hoping to find some girl who would go home with me. I was about half tanked and feeling morose, I had no business trying to meet women in a bar I was just too shy. Women wanted men who were confident, who knew what they wanted and then took it. I wanted to be a nice guy and we all know where nice guys finish. I had decided to just leave, alone again, and never come back, when someone sat down beside me. She had short black hair that curled around her pale white face. Her dark eyes flashed as she looked into mine. She had an aquiline nose, thin and yet long, her lips were large and unsmiling. I noticed she was not wearing makeup which I though unusual for women who hung out in bars.
"Is this seat taken," she asked as she sat, I actually stuttered my answer of no, which made her smile. She picked up my hand and examined it,
"My name is Aloinia, no don't say anything, let me guess. I say your name is John, no Jack is that right?"
"Really my name is Paul but if you want you can call me Jack."
"Yes I bet I could," she murmured, "No Paul is fine, and it's a good name. Happy to meet you Paul, I've been watching you and you seem fascinating. I'd like to get to know you better, is there some place we can go to talk. If we could go to your home it would even be better."
When she stood, I noticed her all black jumpsuit, formfitting across her big chest and down to her firm hips. She offered me her arm and as I got off my stool I noticed that she had to be close to six feet tall and she towered over me. We walked out together while I told her I had taken a cab to the bar, she said that was fine and that we would take her car. Her car was an old muscle car from the sixties; I found out later it's called a GTO. Aloinia unlocked my door for me but it must have been stuck and I couldn't open it.
"Sometimes it does that here let me get it for you."
She grabbed the doorknob and gave it a yank and the door opened for her. As I got in, I couldn't help but think, 'Oh great not only is she taller and I am but she is stronger as well.'
If I had been smart, I would have thought about what my grandmother always said about 'If it's too good to be true,' but that was the last thing on my mind. It wasn't intil later that I found I was glad I hadn't. I was nervous and tried to make conversation,
"So Aloinia that is an unusual name, just where are you from?"
My question just hung there, unanswered and then she turned on my street and parked at my apartment. She stopped the car and as she started to get out of her car she simply said, "Los Angeles." She had me so off guard that I didn't even think about how she knew where I lived until later when it was too late.
As I say, I am rather shy and awkward around women so I was pleased that Aloinia took the lead once we were in my place. She pushed me up against my door and began to kiss me passionately, her firm body up against mine. She then took my hand and led me to my couch where we sat for more kisses. My cock was already straining against my trousers when she grasped it firmly.
"Oh I like this you already have achieved a nice firm erection. Do you mind if I look at it?"
She didn't wait for my reply as she unzipped me and stuck her hand into my boxers.
"This won't do, I need to see the whole unit, stand up I wish to pull your pants down."
Slightly embarrassed I stood to allow her pull my clothes down. She picked up my cock and as she rolled it in her hand she said,
"You have good size, not too large and the testes look healthy. Can you tell me the volume of your sperm when you ejaculate?"
When I told her I had no idea, she suggested we measure it. She then began to masturbate me in earnest and I began to respond immediately. I swear I came in her hand in about three strokes.
She took a small vial from her pocket and scooped my issue from her hand
into it. When she held the vial to the light, I could see there were markings on the side to allow her to measure how much in the vial. She then took a small box like item from a different pocket; it had a recess in the center and the vial fit inside it. She pressed a few buttons on the side and after a few seconds, I heard a slight ping. She looked at a readout on the side and then shaking her head she looked up at me.
"That's a very low sperm count you have there Paul, I don't I'll be able to use you."
When I asked her, just what the hell she was talking about she went on to tell me the most bizarre tale.
Aloinia said that she was from the future and men are all but extinct. Women rule the world and the few males left are impotent and sterile. After perfecting, a system for reproducing without male sperm the women started getting rid of males who were alive and avoiding births of any more. The problem was after a few centuries a flaw developed and it got worse with every generation. Finally, in the twenty-seventh century it became so prevalent that they started sending people back in time to collect male sperm in hopes of correcting the problems of the new offspring.
At this point, I interrupted her,
"Does this mean you have never made love, I mean you have never fucked a man?"
When she answered, no I said,
"Aren't you even the least bit curious of how it would feel? Do you realize it has been the driving force of all the animals for thousands of years?"
"It is funny you put it that way because I am curious, if for nothing else but scientific study."
"Well you're here in the twenty-first century and I say you should give it a try."
In one of the boldest moves of my adult life I reached over a pulled what resembled a zipper down the front of her jumpsuit. Aloinia looked at me strangely but said nothing, which only encouraged me to go farther. I instructed her to stand and when she did, I peeled her clothes from her leaving her naked, ready for my instructions. I led her to my bedroom where I gently pushed her on my bed. I climbed on top of her and positioned my cock at the entrance of her pussy.
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