But it was hard to oblige myself that desire. It was hard to take any kind of control at all because, with her mouth on me, all I wanted to do was sit there on the edge of the tub, hold her head, and enjoy the sensations coursing through me. It was wonderful, really, and then finally the need to experience her was too great. I reached down with both hands, and I forcibly pushed her face away. She looked up at me with a smile on her lips but question marks in her eyes. I slid down into the tub and I lifted backwards a little bit. She got the picture and ended up on the opposite side of the tub.
I didn’t know how to do what I was about to do, so I just went for it. I pushed her legs apart, and I buried my face between them. What was really wonderful was that, as I first put my mouth over her clit and experimentally flicked out my tongue, I realized that I had positioned myself perfectly. I was on my knees and bent over while my mouth was on her, but the tap from the bath splashed right on my ass—or, more accurately, right between my ass cheeks. I lifted my ass slightly, and the water hit my clit. I moaned into her pussy and began licking in earnest. The water was doing its job on me, and I was doing the job on her.
Her hand moved to the back of my head and she moaned. It encouraged me. I had only focused on her clit to that point, but now I moved lower, pushing my tongue into her slit and exploring the way she had on me. It was an interesting and wonderful flavor; the taste of her was musky and erotic. All the while, the water was driving me closer and closer to climax. It was wonderful.
I had masturbated in the shower and in the bath plenty of times before, and I knew exactly what it took for water to get me off. And, as the flow came over my clit, I licked Dylan’s petals furiously, pushing my tongue deep into her, trying to taste every bit of her while she moaned and held my head and whispered encouragements.
I kept licking and suckling, and then I knew I was getting really close. I pushed fingers into her and began wriggling them around, curving them upwards so I could stroke her sweet spot and rub at it as I moved and focused my oral attention on her clit. As I sucked and licked her clit, I could feel her cunt clenching tightly around my fingers. I could feel her hands tightening; in fact, every time her hand tightened on my head, I would continue whatever is was I was doing that brought the reaction. I was so damn close, and I don’t know why it suddenly became important to me that we came together, but it did. I increased the urgency, focused my attention on her tiny little swollen button, and flicked my tongue over it rapidly as I sucked and began moving my fingers with a little more force.
That was what it took. She cried out, and her hips pushed up against my lips. As she came, I felt my own orgasm explode over me, and I moaned against her pussy. Somehow, though, I managed to keep up the licking and keep moving my fingers inside of her. It was really strange. I would like to say it was all earth-shattering, but it wasn’t. The orgasm was different than that. It wasn’t a culmination so much as it was a wonderful and incredible expression of each other. It was almost like it wasn’t an explosive conclusion to a single activity, but instead the promise of continued ongoing and wonderful joy. That isn’t to say it wasn’t incredible; it certainly was incredible. It was absolutely wonderful, but previous orgasms I had had were primarily release, tension built up and then let go. This orgasm was different. This orgasm was like a gift. It was like a beautiful present that had been opened up and deposited on my consciousness. I kissed and licked along her pussy and then moved upwards, taking my own pussy out of the water flow but getting another precious gift: the opportunity to press my body against hers and kiss her.
She sighed into my mouth, obviously coming down from her orgasm. I, myself, felt strangely twitchy and unable to control my muscles properly. But, as our lips met and our tongues began their sensual dance again, I felt myself beginning to relax. Our bodies melted into each other, and I could no longer feel where my skin touched hers, but instead just felt the heat of our chests pressed up against one another and our legs curling together.
“Well, that was an unexpected way to finish my run,” I finally said breathily as our kiss split apart.
She smiled and nibbled a path from my earlobe down my neck to my collarbone. I inhaled sharply as she drew lower, seeking my nipple.
“I vote we make this more than a weekly thing,” she murmured against the thin, sensitive skin.
I shivered. I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Late One Night at the Office
A First Lesbian Stranger Sex Erotica Story
by Maribeth Simmons
all rights reserved copyright 2013 by Hot Days and Scorching Nights Erotica
I've been on the fast track to become partner for the past year, and all I had to do was concentrate on just work and nothing else to accomplish my goal. Being almost thirty, I was well on my way to becoming the youngest partner in the firm in all of history. Not only that, but I would be one of three women to make it this far in what could only be described as a boys club.
Working diligently has garnered me a lot of respect, but has left me with no companionship in my bed at night, which makes for some very lonely nights and some very well used batteries. Even though, I have many toys at my disposal, I still had the urge to have a physical relationship with someone, but that would have to wait until I was fully installed in my new position of partner.
Working late every night, I was hard-pressed to find any time for myself, so I took it whenever I could find the time. These times would coexist with my working schedule late at night, and I had started to bring in certain supplies to give me the relief that I was looking for. It was obvious that no one else was in the building at this time of night, and I could fully explore my body without being interrupted by anyone other than William the custodian.
Standing in front of my mirror in the bathroom down the hall from my office, I look at my reflection and feel that I am a very good catch for any man. My breasts were huge by normal standards, and were probably one of the reasons why I got this job in the first place, before they realize that I was just as competent in my mind, as I was gorgeous on the exterior. My legs go on forever, and I complement those assets with the shortest skirts that I could possibly get away with, and my blonde hair was dirty, but gave off the air of whimsy and fun. Dressing for success, certainly didn't mean that I had to look dowdy in the workplace, as I really did get a giddy thrill out of teasing the boys in the office, even though they would never get into my panties, no matter how hard they tried.
Coming out of the bathroom, I heard someone down the hall vacuuming, and I knew it had to be the cleaning guy getting ready to do the offices. If William was good tonight, I might just give him a sneak peek of my hidden treasures, as I almost always did once a week, just to give him a thrill that he could take back to his wife in the morning. Being a little naughty in my own mind, I went into my office and put my feet up on the desk in front of me with my legs spread and my panties to the side. This would be the first time that I gave him the full Monty, but I was sure that he would be very happy and maybe even watch me get myself off.
Taking the small 6 inch dildo out of my purse, I turned on the silver little toy on the low setting, and began to play it down over my slit, making my excitement rise exponentially, until I was pushing the top into my wet and tight hole.
“Oh god, yes, more, fuck me more with that hard cock of yours William.” I figured if I mentioned his name that he would hear me and want to see why his name was being called. “William, I love your cock inside my slutty hole, and just want you to cum all over my lips and hard clit.” I was rocking against the desk, and I could hear the legs creaking as I pounded my feet against the top of it, and I was practically in nirvana, when I open my eyes and saw a Mexican bombshell of a woman watching me with her hand pinching her nipples.
I scrambled to cover up, but she stopped me by saying “Please continue, don’t let me disturb your orgasm. I was just working out there, when I heard you scream and now I want to see you finish.” I had no idea why
I did it, but I stayed in the position that I was in and worked that toy in and out of me, while my eyes stared at her from across the room the whole time.
“Oh fuck, I can feel it cumming. So close, so close.” Not being content with just watching anymore, she came across the room in such a hurry that I didn't even realize that she was standing in front of me, until her thumb touched my clit and I went off so hard that my whole body was vibrating with the sensation.
My eyes were completely closed, and I was in the middle of the best orgasm that I had this week, when I arched my ass off the chair in surprised pleasure, as she had managed to wedge herself between my legs under the desk. Those Mexican lips were now kissing my shaved mound, and then her tongue went inside of me, making that same orgasm prolong to an even bigger explosion than what it was.
“Ahhhhhhhh.” My pussy spasmed all over her tongue and I had to hold onto the arms of the chair as I went into a multiple orgasm that was making me drive my pussy into her face repeatedly. I had to push her away, so that I could get my breath back and figure out just what happened here. My sexuality was never in question before, as I had always been into men, and never had any inclination to climbing into the bed of any woman that even gave me a look. Now, I was definitely considering all the options, because no man had ever been able to give me that kind of pleasure, and I was starting to think that maybe going the other way wasn't such a bad idea after all.
“I’m Dominique, and I just took over the cleaning of the offices for the next six months, and now I am very happy that I am.”
“Wow, I never even knew that kind of joy and bliss was even possible, but you just showed me what I have been missing all this time. I just wished that I could partake in your services every night, as you are very skilled in eating pussy, and I just can't get enough of your tongue. That thing in your mouth is very experienced, and I would say that it would rival any male tongue out there.”
“It would be my pleasure to please you every night, and you have nothing to worry about with me, as I am very discreet and no one will hear about this from my mouth. However, I would also like you to try your hand or mouth at pleasing me as well, as I can just tell that you would be very good at it. You have a very open sexuality, and that will be exactly what you need to delve into the lesbian lifestyle.”
“I don't consider myself a lesbian, only someone that will try something once, maybe twice if I like it. You are a very unexpected development in my life, but I could definitely use your kind of relief in the job that I do, so I think that I am willing to give back as much as I get. Why not start right now, and you can give me a few lessons to get me started.” Grinning at me from ear to ear, she closed the door behind her, and put the door lock on just in case someone came knocking, which didn't seem likely at this time of night. The blinds were closed and we were in our own little world of sexual delights.
She came back towards me, undoing the buttons on her blouse, until her bra less tips were in my vision, and I could see that she had very dark and huge areolas, with thick nipples in the middle that looked good enough to eat. She never bothered with taking the skirt off, and instead lifted it over her hips, showing me that she had a little junk in the trunk, but it just gave her more for me to love.
Sitting in my chair, I swiveled around to face her, and then planted my face between her cleavage licking in a straight line up over her neck, and then sliding my tongue around her ears, until I was pulling her in for a kiss that had us both holding onto each other tightly. Her tongue stabbed into my mouth, and mine circled around hers, making all the nerve endings inside my own mouth become ignited with passion and desire for her.
My hands were all over her plump ass, and I was squeezing those cheeks feeling them with my fingertips, making her moan into my mouth. Pulling away, I moved down to her large nipples, and I sucked one in and circled my tongue all around it, before biting and chewing on the tip, making her hold onto the back of my head and run her fingers through my hair. Pulling on her nipples, I pulled them away from her body with my teeth, while my fingers were now straying over her silky legs and up into her inner thighs.
It just seems so natural that I didn't feel like this was my first time with a woman, and that I had been doing this all my life. Dominique was a sexual creature, and I was trying to tame her with the lust that I had in my body.
“Oh yes miss, suck my tits, oh god, I want you so bad.” That was all I needed to hear, as I made my way down over her taut stomach, and dipped my tongue into her belly button, before moving on to more pleasurable avenues. Her pussy was already soaked to the touch, and her juices were running down her legs, and I pushed her forward towards me to get at that wet opening. There was a storm brewing inside her, and I was about to unleash the raging inferno with just the touch of my tongue inside her.
Licking up and down her lips, I heard her gasp out loud, and looked up to see her biting her lip in anticipation. Teasing her with just my tongue barely making contact with her clit, I had to smile inside, knowing that just the briefest pleasurable touches, and I would have her going completely insane with her body coming completely unglued.
It was on instinct alone that I decided to prolong this experience, so I reached down with my hand and pulled her leg from under her, so that her foot was now firmly placed between my legs and rubbing up and down my slit. When her toes were completely covered in my secretions, I lifted that foot to my mouth, and began to suck each toe individually, letting her see my tongue come out of my mouth and devour her toes of all the juices that clung to her skin.
Putting that foot back onto the ground, I lifted the other one and did the exact same thing, making her wait for the pleasure that I was going to inflict on her.
“Oh god, I can’t take anymore teasing miss, I just want your tongue inside me, making me cum all over your fucking face.” Licking up her leg, I could see that she was dripping, and without further ado, I slipped my tongue between those lips, and felt her inner muscles pull my face into her mound, where I wiggled and played my tongue along the inside of her body. “Yes, that’s it, oh fuck that’s what I need…cummmming.” It was the teasing that put her over the top, and she couldn't stop herself from exploding with such force that her juices literally squirted over my tongue and into the back of my mouth. She just kept going off like a fountain, and I had a hard time keeping up with her.
A lot of her juices escaped my mouth, and my whole face was covered in a fine sheen of her womanly desires, and she bent down with her face near mine and licked my face clean of all the wetness that stuck to it. Kissing me with a fever that I didn’t know that anyone could have, we both pulled each others hair and breathlessly finished our interlude with our eyes peering into one another’s.
When that was done, she got dressed and went out into the hall to finish her work. The rest of my work went fairly quickly and I felt a calmness come over me that cumming like that will do to any woman. Coming out to go home at around three am, I found her in the hall and slapped her ass as I went by. I was looking forward to mixing business with pleasure again with sexy Dominique.
My First Lesbian Experience: A Teacher/Student Erotica Story
by April Styles
all rights reserved copyright 2012 by Happy Hardcore Erotica Publishing
cover by Lex Thorne based on an image by photo & co
I had to do summer school after I sort-of graduated. I mean, I walked with my class but I failed art class because I didn’t go - I was too busy skipping out with Jordan Atwell - and the powers that be actually made me retake it. Retaking the class was ridiculous, but I guess it gave me something during my summer before college other than just loafing around waiting to get the hell out of Dodge. Even the most of the people in class with me were either druggies or slow, I can’t say I hated it. It gave me something to do every morning - something to get dressed for, and something to do other than think about Jordan’s departure for boot camp after dinner, while my parents watched Jeopardy and before my frie
nds were ready to head out and do whatever it is we did that summer.
I liked piecing together collages and exploring Impressionism. I remember those classes as a relaxing retreat before the rigors of business school started. I had no idea then, of course, that summer school would be one of the last times in my life I would remember feeling and acting very young. After college started, the pace of my life seemed to pick up more and more speed and as internships led into jobs, I haven’t slowed down since day one. But summer school, and all of the burnouts and rejects in class with me, was a nice, easy time. I found my journal from back then a few days ago and reading through it I remembered how much the relationship with Jordan had stressed us both.
Ultimately, we broke up without ever seeing each other again, though we tried to make it work via the phone. He’d joined the military to clean his life up, and once we both grew up a bit, we realized we had nothing in common. Reviewing my journal brought an entirely different episode to mind though. I’d thought about it often since it happened, but rereading my journal brought it right back to the forefront of my mind. It just goes to show how looking back on the past can sometimes make the memories flood your mind again.
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