But You're a Girl! Volume One: Ten First Lesbian Sex Erotica Stories

by April Lawless

  Doing what she said, I angled my tongue to the right position and then stuck it out so that it was giving her a desired target. Taking a hold of my ears, she slammed her pussy down onto my tongue. “Yes!” Sitting completely still on top of my face, I wiggled my tongue inside her and that alone made her grit her teeth and bite her lip in pleasure.

  Her hands were tearing at my hair and she was bouncing her pussy up and down on my face, with my tongue drilling her over and over again. Her taste was strong and pungent, but it was so delicious that I couldn’t get enough.

  Talking to herself, she said, “I wonder if you will do something else for me.”

  “Anything, I am here only to serve you.” I thought that was a good touch, and it seemed to get the desired reaction out of her, so much so that she moved further ahead and I was presented with her even darker passage. Her ass was winking at me, and then she was placing her little hole over my mouth, until my tongue came forward and pushed into her interior.

  “Oh wow, I have never felt anything like that before…ahhhhhhh.” I think that she was having her first anal orgasm, and her juices were now dripping down in a steady stream off my chin and down my neck to slide between my breasts and down over my stomach. It was the strongest orgasm that I had ever witnessed, and it was something that I was seriously thinking about trying with my husband. If she could get this much pleasure from my tongue in her ass, then there was no telling what having a hard and thick cock back there would feel like.

  Her body was bucking against my face, and her eyes were closed with her tongue lolling outside of her mouth. This woman was using me and I was letting her think that I had no will of my own. Once she was done with cumming all over me, her lips touched my flesh and ignited my own desire all over again. She didn’t just let it be at that, but traced her juices with her own tongue and then kissed me, making me suck the juices off her tongue, as we shared her orgasm with each other.

  When she was done with all that, she sighed and then she tidied up, and then told me to get dressed, which I did, but I did it so slowly that her eyes were glued to the spectacle taking place in front of her. You could say I performed a reverse strip tease that had her rubbing her own tits and pulling at her own nipples.

  After she counted to 10 again, I pretended to wake up and stretched like I had been asleep for days. “Wow, that was great, I feel so refreshed, but did it work, and am I now cured?” I had a feeling what her answer was going to be and I wasn’t disappointed in any way.

  “Well, I think we have a lot of work to do, but with time and patience we’ll get there. I’ll set up appointments for once a week.” I left there knowing that I was going to be having a lot of fun in therapy that my husband was paying for. Funny, I went home and I actually slept soundly for the first time in years. My husband was so happy that he insisted that I continue to go to therapy and who was I to refuse his request.