Over all I plan to continue my relationship with Noelle for as long as I can and if that wears thin I’ll get a handsome lover on a permanent basis.
The world is so full of things that I can do now. And the bastard had better not say a word.—D.W., Seattle, Washington
HER FIRST TIME WITH A WOMAN
WAS THE TIME OF HER LIFE
Most of us remember our first time, even when other memories become faded and jumbled. For me, my first time with a woman is still extremely vivid.
Her blouse was open and her bare breasts stood straight out, tipped with long, dark nipples. I reached out to touch them and she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The smooth flesh and hard nipples felt strange to my inexperienced hands, but the excitement of touching her was like electricity.
She reached down and lifted my face to hers, kissing me full on the lips. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and I felt myself answering her probe. A rush of excitement coursed through my body. She urged my head downward until my mouth was even with her breasts. Then she lifted one to my mouth. I closed my lips around the tough, pink knob and began to suckle. I could feel my body beginning to ache, and dampness puddle in my panties.
She moved my mouth to the other breast, and I sucked the nipple into my eager mouth. She moved me gently away from her, unsnapped her shorts and let them slide down her long, long legs. Her thin, white underpants did little to hide her triangle of dark red hair, and she quickly slid them down and away as well.
I stared open-mouthed at the dark lips of her vagina. My lover reached for my hand and pressed it against her opening. Her pubic hair felt strange against my palm. The tips of my fingers touched the wet folds of her vaginal lips. “Go on baby, touch me. Feel me up and down and all around, honey,” she cooed. I slid my hand further into the wetness and felt her lips part and close around my fingers.
“I want to show you how to love me,” she whispered, and urged my head down until my face was against her vagina. Her scent rose in waves and soon became an aphrodisiac. “Use your tongue, darling,” she purred. “Stick out your tongue and taste me deep inside.” She guided me to the places she wanted touched. The salty taste of her excited me as much as the feel of her slippery lips.
She held me against her opening, then encouraged me to slide up until my tongue was pressing hard against her clitoris. “Yes! Yes! There! Yes! Lick me there! Suck my clit into your mouth. Oh! Yes, yessss!” she screamed.
Her body began to undulate beneath me, but she held my face to her body and the pressure continued to mount inside her. She kept moaning and writhing. Finally she pressed hard against my mouth one last time and then relaxed. “Oh, my sweet!” she said between labored breaths, “That was good, so good. Let me taste your lips.”
My mouth was wet, covered with the smell and taste of her. She bent forward and kissed me. She reached down, tugged my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside. Her soft hands began roaming over my skinny chest. She started kissing my body, down my neck and chest until she sucked one nipple into her mouth. I closed my eyes and tensed at the powerful and wonderful feelings rushing through me.
Her hand moved gently down my stomach, across my shorts, and to my inner thighs. She slid her long, elegant fingers beneath the elastic waistband and pulled my shorts and underpants down my legs. Her hand moved slowly up one leg, feeling each curve, each muscle and bone, until she reached my sex. She rolled over so her body could lie against mine. Her breasts pressed into me, her nipples rubbed against mine, her breath was on my neck and her fingers were teasing my most secret parts.
She slid between my legs and her tongue began playing with me, teasing me, tracing a line through my lips until she touched my engorged clitoris. She sucked my clit into her mouth, her tongue rubbing rapidly against the tip, until I fell apart in orgasm. An eighteen-year-old girl was introduced to wonderful sex by a thirty-six-year-old woman on an old park bench in a small-town park.
I’m twenty-seven now and married, but Lucia and I continue our woman-to-woman relationship.—A.O., Salt Lake City, Utah
SHE WAS WARM FOR ROOMIE’S FORM
IN THE COLLEGE DORM
I was a senior at an all-girl college. I have short hair, brown eyes and a generous figure that both men and women admire. I am—and was—bisexual, but not many people knew that, including my roommate Stephanie.
One evening I was in my room studying when Stephanie burst in, threw herself on the bed and started weeping. I went over to comfort her and she put her arms around me and started to sob into my chest. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that her boyfriend had dumped her for another girl.
Stephanie continued to cry for several minutes, which made the front of my nightshirt wet and clingy. I was not wearing a bra, and the feeling of her tears and her breath was erotic. She hugged me even tighter, which sent shivers down my spine and beads of moisture into my panties.
I tilted her head upward and wiped the tears off her face. We looked directly into each other’s eyes. I desperately wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. Stephanie glanced at my breasts and saw the effect she had had on my nipples. Then she looked back into my eyes. She reached her hand out gingerly and began to rub my tits.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and placed her lips on mine. Her tongue entered my mouth. As our breasts rubbed together, I felt her nipples harden under her sweater. While we kissed, she began to run her fingers up and down my back under my nightshirt.
I grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head. I had seen her naked several times in the shower and while she changed, but this was the first time I’d felt a sexual charge for her.
With her tits totally bare, I bent down and clasped a nipple between my lips. I gently tugged on it, then licked it with my tongue. Stephanie moaned and lay down on the bed as her hands continued exploring my tits. As I licked her cleavage, the faint smell of her perfume filled my nostrils.
My hand slowly traveled down her body, stopping between her legs. She was incredibly hot. I moved my hand back and forth across her crotch, causing her to whimper and her legs to stiffen. Still wearing her jeans, she ground her cunt against my hand and slowly moved her pelvis up and down. Her breathing became more rapid. Finally she let go of my tits to unbutton her jeans. I grabbed the waistband and tugged them off. After I pulled down her undies, I took off my nightshirt and peeled off my own moist panties.
We were both naked, and the feel of her hot skin and the cool air was sensational. Stephanie began to play with my nipples again, and I returned to sucking hers. My hot breath caused her nipples to get as hard as rocks in my mouth. Stephanie moaned and I continued licking and sucking her tits.
After a few minutes, Stephanie spread her legs and motioned shyly for me to go down toward her pussy. “Lick me there,” she sighed. “I want to know how another woman’s tongue feels on my cunt.”
My tongue darted in and out of the folds of her pussy. I could taste her juices as her hips began bucking. She pushed my face into her crotch with her hands, and I got a mouthful of her come as she climaxed. Her groans of pleasure filled our room.
Once Stephanie caught her breath, she urged me to continue. But first she had another request: “Kiss me now. I want to taste my come on your lips.”
I moved up and put my dewy lips on hers. Her tongue began to lick and explore my mouth. As she pressed her lips against mine, her muffled groans told me that she enjoyed what she was tasting.
As we continued to lock lips I put two fingers into her cunt. I rubbed my fingers inside her, moving them around so that she would get the full effect. Then she hit her second orgasm, this one even hotter and wetter than the first.
As she lay on the bed catching her breath I worked my hand back up her body. Then I whispered in her ear, “I’m hot for you. Please get me off with your fingers and tongue.”
Stephanie and I switched places. Before she
began to play with my sex, however, she reached into her drawer and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. She squirted the oil all over my tits and stomach and rubbed it in slowly. I began to groan and move my hips in response as she had done minutes before.
“I’ll get you off like you’ve never felt it before,” Stephanie said.
She put my legs over her shoulders so that my gap was wide and exposed for anything that she had in mind. She put three fingers into my cunt and began to play with me, saying, “Come all over my fingers. I want to taste you on my fingers. I want you to taste yourself when you come on my hand.”
Her fingers danced over my clit and I quickly covered them with my cunt juice. She pulled her fingers out, put two of them in her mouth and licked them clean, then put the other two fingers she had used in my mouth.
“Don’t you like the way this tastes?” she asked. “Don’t you like the way your come tastes on my fingers?”
My skin was burning like never before. In fact, Stephanie and I remained hot all night and into the early hours of the morning, when we took a long, cool shower. She soaped me from head to toe and I returned the favor. We didn’t overstay our time in the shower for fear that some of the other girls might walk in on us. Instead, we ran naked back to our room and jumped into her bed.
We continued dating guys, but if we were dumped, it didn’t bother us.—S.L., Lincoln, Nebraska
SHE COULDN’T FIND A BRA THAT FIT—SO SHE
FOUND ANOTHER’S TITS
It was a rainy day and I was bored, so I thought I’d go to the mall to pick up some new lingerie. I’m a full-figured woman who’s a bit overweight, so I can’t buy average-size clothing. But I like going to department stores anyway, to browse through the latest styles and designs.
I was in the bra section when one bra in particular caught my eye. As I picked it up a lady walked by me and knelt to look at some bras hanging at about knee height. As she reached past my knees to get the one she was looking at, her hand brushed my thigh and her face passed within six inches of my leg, causing my pussy to tingle.
“Excuse me,” I said, moving a bit to the left.
She put back the bra she had and said, “You smell very nice.”
“Thank you. It’s lily of the valley soap,” I answered.
“Mmmm, nice,” was her response.
I experienced more tingling sensations and felt juices stirring in my love-hole. I’ve never been with anyone but my husband, so I didn’t know what to make of this. I took a long look at her while she was busy browsing. I thought she was nice looking, almost beautiful, with beautiful, hip-length blonde hair.
“Do you like this one?” she asked. I just about jumped, I’d been so lost in my own thoughts.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m sorry. You were looking at me, so I thought I’d ask your opinion,” she responded, smiling.
“I was admiring your hair,” I answered, hoping she couldn’t read the truth. My cheeks were turning pink.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I enjoy being looked at. My name is Terry,” she said.
“Mine is Wednesday,” I answered, blushing madly.
“That’s a beautiful name. You know I can never find anything in my size in the styles I like. How do you do it?” she asked.
“I don’t usually get my stuff in the stores. I order most of it. But I do get lucky every once in a while, so I come in and look around.”
“I thought so,” she said, looking at my tits. “I’m a 38B and I have a hard time. And you are much better endowed than I.” This really got me tingling, because while she was looking at me she was licking her lips. Then she stepped closer, reached across at tit level and grabbed a bra. God, I thought she was going to grab my tit! By this time I felt all wet and ready to be fucked. “Do you like this?” she asked, holding the bra tightly across her chest.
“It’s okay, but this one is much prettier,” I said, passing her the one I had been looking at.
“Yes, I agree. It’s beautiful,” she nodded. “But do they have my size?” We both began looking for the bra in her size. As I began searching the upper rack, she bent over and reached for one at knee level. When she stood up she said in a husky voice, “Yes, you do smell good. Your soap mixed with pussy juice smells quite edible.”
“I’m sorry?” I gasped, jumping back nervously.
She reached up and lay her hand on the inside of my thigh, just above my knee. “Don’t move,” she whispered. “I enjoy smelling you. You smell very sexy.”
“Please, don’t,” I said in a quavering voice. I hadn’t been this turned on in a long time, and I had never been turned on by another girl.
As I was deep in thought, she said, “I think I’ll buy the one you chose. It’s very nice.” Then she found a pair of panties to match, looked at me, smiled and said, “Thank you for the help and for such an interesting hour.” Then she left. I was shaking so badly I don’t know how I made it to my car, but I do know that once I was there the first thing I did was put my hand under my skirt.
I was so wet that my fingers emerged covered with juice. I lapped it off.
A truck pulled in and four guys got out and went into the mall. I spread my legs a bit and started playing with myself. Because of where I was parked and how I was sitting no one could see me fingering myself.
I was really getting into it, so I didn’t see the men come back until I heard voices. I opened my eyes and one of them was smiling at me. Then, making sure the men were busy talking among themselves and that no one else was watching, I very slowly eased my index finger in and out of my pussy.
I knew they couldn’t see me or what I was doing, so I wasn’t worried when the guy who smiled at me kept looking over once in a while. I slowly continued what I had been doing. Every once in a while I would suck my fingers clean.
Now, if it wasn’t for a slight change in my breathing, no one would ever know when I get off. So after about ten minutes I came, not the least bit worried that anyone knew. But God I felt so much better!
I removed my fingers, sucked my come off and started my car. Then the guy who had watched me walked over to my car, bent down and said, “I couldn’t help noticing you getting yourself off. I just wish it was me eating your pussy juice,” he said with a big grin.
I stared at him for what seemed forever and stammered, “I’m very quiet and no one usually knows. What gave me away?”
“Hon, with tits like yours, anyone who enjoyed sex would notice the change in your breathing. Anyway, thanks for letting me watch,” he said and walked away.
About a week later I went to the beach. I was lying on my stomach reading a book when someone started rubbing my shoulders. A female voice said, “Fancy meeting you here. Lie still and I’ll grease you up so you won’t burn.”
After she rubbed lotion on my back and shoulders, her hands moved down to my thighs. I looked around and, Lord have mercy, it was Terry from the mall. Man, she was a knockout in her swimsuit! She tenderly stroked my thighs, occasionally slipping her fingers up to my crotch but not quite touching it.
As she rubbed a bit more, she said: “You’re a very naughty girl. You made me so horny last week I had to go to the ladies’ room at the mall to get myself off. And I’m loud when I come!”
Then I related my story to her. “Such a pity,” she sighed. “You should have gone to the ladies’ room with me and I’d have eaten you out . . . Such a waste.”
I smiled and asked, “What makes you think I’d let you eat me?”
“I’d like a chance to prove just how enjoyable it can be,” she whispered.
I looked at her and said: “I’ve never been with a girl. I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“Hon,” she replied, “I’d be pleased if you would let me be the first. Come with me.” Well, by this time I was so turned on that I was weak in the knees. We got up and I followed her into a nearby beach house. I sighed as she put her arms around me and kissed me full on the lips. She tasted sweet. Her tongue forced
my lips open and she French-kissed me. I just about melted. She broke the kiss, led me into the bedroom and took off her suit. I looked at her body, wishing mine was built more like hers.
“How do I look?” she asked.
With a voice made husky by lust I answered, “You’re breathtaking.” She walked close to me so that our boobs touched. Then she stood there swaying so that our tits rubbed back and forth. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. Then I felt my suit leave my shoulders, and we were flesh against flesh.
I thought I was going to come right there and then. She gently pushed me backward until my legs touched the bed. Then she knelt and removed the rest of the suit. I felt the suit land around my ankles. “Lift your foot,” she told me. As I did so, she planted a kiss on my pussy fur. Then she moved between my legs and slid her tongue in between my pussy lips, brushing my clit. My knees gave way and I landed on the bed. She was on top of me as fast as you could blink. She rubbed her titties against mine and I started coming.
“My God, I’m coming!” I screamed. She quickly slid down between my legs and lapped my come-juice until it stopped flowing.
“Well that didn’t take long,” she smirked. “How about we start all over?”
“I’ve never done this before, and I don’t know where to start,” I said.
“Sure you do. Look, let’s start with a 69. Whatever you want done to you, do to me and I’ll copy you. It’s great. You get an extra thrill because you actually feel like you’re doing it to yourself.” She turned herself around so her pussy was on my face and her face was in my pussy. Not sure what to do, I blew on her triangle. I felt her blow back on mine.
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