Maybe I’m not as crass as I let on. I love those tender moments when a girl who has never been with another woman first sucks my nipples or touches my pussy. Best of all is when one of those “virgins” goes down on me. Knowing that mine is the first pussy she ever has tasted makes me feel special.
“Are you going to eat me?” Darcey asked, sounding just nervous enough to be charming.
“I’d love to. Would you like that?”
She hesitated, then said, “Okay.”
I moved into position between her legs and gently pushed them apart. Her pussy was the modest type, with inner lips that didn’t extend beyond her puffy outer ones. I held those outer lips open and flicked her clit with my tongue. She put her fingers in my hair. I opened my mouth wide and covered as much of her cunt with it as I could. Then I tongue-fucked this sweet lovely until she moaned with pleasure.
Still mouthing her pussy, I scooted around on the bed and pulled her onto her side. I wanted her to take the hint and eat my pussy while I ate hers.
She ran her soft hands up and down my legs. I knew she was staring at my neatly trimmed bush. She was probably afraid of taking that big step of licking my cunt. But she came through like a champ.
She started by planting little kisses on my mound. But then she gave my pussy lips a good, long one. Next her tongue came out, sawing up and down between the pink folds of my cunt.
“Suck my clit,” I said. “I want to come with you.”
I didn’t know how she would do in the poetry class, but she definitely was a quick learner in bed. As soon as she started paying attention to my love button, I sucked harder on hers. We both came in a hurry after that.
We played a little more, all fingers and kisses and tongues, then I asked if the experience had lived up to her expectations.
She said it had been nice, but that she missed the feel of something big and hard filling up her cunt.
I opened a nightstand drawer and pulled out a ten-inch strap-on dildo that I keep for just those occasions. After I buckled its harnesses around my waist and up under my crotch, I pulled Darcey up onto her hands and knees. Her pussy was slick with girl cream.
She looked back at me as I pressed the smooth head of the rubber cock against her fuck-hole. I pushed my hips forward until its entire length was buried in her body, then I started fucking her with it.
She groaned, “God, that dick is so damned thick!”
I replied, “Baby, you’re a poet and don’t know it.” —K.S., St. Louis, Missouri
SUMMA CUM LOUDER THAN SUMMA OTHERS
Like most girls, I had my first lesbian experience at college. Blame it on love at first sight.
A porcelain-skinned girl named Laurie in my first-year drama class seemed to flick a switch in my head that I didn’t even know was there.
I had never thought of any girl as sexually attractive before Laurie, but when I fell, I fell hard. Within minutes of seeing her, I knew I wanted to go to bed with her.
She was a lot more outgoing than I was, more self-confident and assured. She also had a swell shape and I knew from looking at her that once I got a view of her cunt thrown at me, I’d be forever changed. I knew she could tell that I wanted to be more than friends, but I had no idea how to broach the subject. She solved the problem by inviting herself to my dorm room after class.
My first thought was, could this really be happening?
Laurie must have been pretty damned sure of herself, because her arms were around me as soon as I closed the door. I was nervous, because I had never even so much as kissed another girl until that moment. But we both knew what we wanted. I couldn’t think of anything but that bushy pink thing of hers from the moment she touched me.
Laurie broke our embrace long enough to pull her Polo shirt over her head and unsnap the front clasp of her bra while I watched. Her breasts were marvelous, big and full, with very spread-out nipples. I felt shy looking at her beautiful, womanly tits, since mine weren’t as big.
She didn’t wait for me to strip. She reached for my ribbed pullover top and tugged it up. I lifted my arms to help her take it all the way off. Then her hands were rubbing my breasts through the soft cups of my cotton bra and her tongue was in my mouth. We were kissing like a couple of high school lovers fondling each other’s titties and grinding our hips together as if we were fucking one another.
My nipples were stiff against her palms. They felt so sensitive under her touch that I couldn’t help letting out a little moan of pleasure. Her mouth tasted sweet, so much sweeter than any man’s ever had.
She pushed the cups of my bra up so my tits were fully exposed. The pressure of my tight, still-fastened bra against the top of my chest, while my breasts hung free below it, was indescribably erotic.
I wanted Laurie’s pussy then. In that moment, standing there kissing this girl whose hands were massaging and tweaking my breasts, I knew what I was. This was all new to me, completely new, but I had never felt anything so strongly in my life.
I wanted to see Laurie spread her legs and hold open her pussy lips and let me lick and suck her pussy. I wanted to rub my own pussy against hers, feeling her mound against mine. I wanted to make love to her for hours in that tiny dorm room.
I was getting wet, very wet. Laurie went to her knees in front of me and kissed the bulge of my pussy through my short cotton skirt.
I’ll never forget what she said to me then. “I can smell you,” she whispered. “You smell delicious. I think I want to be a nasty girl and suck your cunt. I bet you would love that, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, hell yes!” I moaned through my puckered lips.
Laurie gave me a lascivious look and pushed up my skirt. I wasn’t wearing pantyhose, but just a pair of white cotton panties. She kissed the crotch of my panties the same way she had kissed my skirt. She turned one of her hands palm-up and used two fingers to rub my pussy through my dampening underwear. The material there was getting damper and damper with my growing excitement.
I wanted to rip aside my panties and push my pussy against her mouth. God, I wanted her tongue in me. I wanted to feel her sucking my cunt, sucking it hard.
“Eat me,” I whispered, barely loud enough to be heard.
Laurie looked up with an innocent expression, purposely playing dumb. “Excuse me, did you say something?”
I was practically trembling. Red-faced, I said, “Eat my pussy, Laurie. Please eat my pussy. I want you to so much!”
“You know, I think I will do that,” she cooed, smiling sexily as she traced her tongue over the inside of one of my thighs.
I had my fingers in her hair. I was all I could do to keep from pulling her face against my taut, trembling body.
Laurie hooked a finger in a leg-hole of my panties and pulled the crotch aside, baring my juicy figlet for all the world to see—but it was just my lady lover Laurie who got to see my glistening prize.
She peppered my pussy with tiny kisses while her middle finger slid back and forth in the groove between my labia. I could feel the smoothness of her soft, feminine cheek on the inside of my thigh as her lips lingered along my slit. Then she made that finger straight and pushed it up into my little opening, practically sending me over the top when she did.
While she finger-fucked me, her tongue found my clit. I spread my legs further to give her more access to my mound.
I felt like my pussy was flooding with my juices. I wanted to move to the bed, or to the desk chair, or anywhere. But at the same time I didn’t want Laurie to stop what she was doing for even a second. The way she was nibbling and sucking my little clit was heaven, sheer heaven. I wiggled my ass a little to encourage her to get more of her tongue inside me.
It was Laurie who finally suggested we move to the bed. I felt so weak I could barely walk. I pulled off my wet panties while Laurie unsnapped the back of my bra. She pushed me onto the mattress.
“Let me see you, too,” I breathed.
She said, “Only if you tell me exactly what you want to s
ee. Exactly.”
Laurie could tell that I was still a little too breathless to tell her what I wanted. She seemed to like that.
I moved to the edge of the narrow single bed and looked up at her. “I want to see your pussy,” I said, bolder now that I was naked. “I want to kiss it. I want to taste it.” I felt dirty saying those words, but dirty in a good way.
She stepped away from me. She was already topless. She toed off her running shoes. She pushed her elastic-waist running shorts and her panties down at the same time and stepped out of them, so she was completely bare.
She was beautiful. Her short, pixie-cut hair made her breasts look even bigger than they were.
Her pubic bush was trimmed so close that I could see the tiny curl of each individual hair lying flat against her skin. They looked like shiny threads of jet-black embroidery.
She reached down and rubbed herself while she looked in my eyes.
“Is this is what you want? My pretty pussy?”
“Yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
She climbed onto the bed and squatted above my face.
“Then go ahead and take it,” she said.
I wanted to eat her so much that my own pussy felt like it was tingling. I cupped the cheeks of Laurie’s soft butt in my palms and raised my mouth to her cunt, so I could probe her warm slit with my tongue. She had a strong flavor and a musky aroma. I wondered if I tasted the same way.
“That’s it,” she said, riding my mouth. “Use your tongue, right there. Mmmm, now suck my clit. You know what to do, don’t you?”
I did know. I had never been with another girl, but I knew what felt good on my own pussy.
She bent over my body and ate my pussy while I ate hers. I tickled her asshole, poked and squeezed while I slurped her pussy juices delightedly. We seemed perfectly in tune with each other, knowing what felt good, and exactly how fast to go, and when to change the rhythm of our tongues.
She slipped a finger up my asshole. It felt so good that I did the same for her, prying open her puckered rosebud after I licked my finger and coated it in saliva. Laurie was wiggling all over the place, desperate to take more of my mouth onto her cunt and more of my finger into her bum. Whenever I slipped my finger out of her ass for a second, her tight little fanny hole would wink at me. I loved the taste of her womanly nectar.
When she started to come, I felt her asshole flexing around my probing finger and knew that my own anus was doing the same thing. We were coming together, bucking against each other and shaking the bed, groaning with joy.
It was more than the dorm bed could take. One of its side supports came loose and the entire bed collapsed. The shock of it scared us for a second. But then we both burst out laughing, realizing that after this experience we were both numb to anything that could possibly upset us anyway.
At that point we heard several feet running in the hallway and a sudden knock on my door.
“Are you okay in there?” It was one of the other girls who lived in my hall. “Hey, is everything alright?”
Apparently the noise of the collapsing bed, coupled with our loud groans, had the other residents of my floor worried that we were in some sort of danger or something.
Laurie and I started to giggle, an attempt to muffle our laughs. We were as far from danger as you can get. Being with another woman, in fact, makes me feel very safe. I knew this instinctively a long time ago, but in this moment I realized that it was truly an aspect of my sexual nature.
“Oh, no problem. Just a little mishap with the furniture. I have it under control. Everything’s okay, we’re fine,” I managed to say.
Laurie, once again with a lascivious look in her eyes, scooted down in the lopsided bed to kiss my pussy some more. I opened my legs wide. I caressed her cheek as her sweet tongue lavished my gaping hole.
“Just fine,” I repeated to the girls in the hall.—W.L., Las Vegas, Nevada
“GIRL MEETS GIRL” INSPIRES
THESE GIRLS TO GET IT ON
My name is Trish. I’m twenty-one—five-three, one-hundred and ten pounds—with dark hair and, so I’m told, a great body. I’ve lived in a small town all my life and I can tell you that it isn’t as boring or narrow-minded as you might think!
I’ve always loved sex, and while my boyfriend Mark and I have a great love life, his suggestion that I open my mind and consider lesbian sex really intrigued me. I tried reading the Girl Meets Girl section in Penthouse Letters and discovered that they made me very hot—so much so that I began to regularly masturbate while reading about girls eating each other.
But fantasy is one thing and reality is something else. I didn’t give lesbian sex serious thought until my friend Liz came over one night. Elizabeth is gorgeous, a voluptuous twenty-eight-year-old super-model-type woman that all the guys in my office are desperate to fuck. She’s never shown any interest, although she’s always complaining about her current boyfriend. She’s a sweetheart and I felt that if I were going to “test the waters,” even if it was just some flirting, she’d be good-natured about it.
On Friday evening, though, I started to lose my nerve. Thank God for Penthouse Letters. Liz found the magazine under the coffee table. “These girls are so sexy,” she said, looking at a shot of two girls licking each other. My heart fluttered. Trembling, I moved onto the couch next to her, and we exchanged smiles while looking at the pictures.
“Have you done it with a girl?” I asked, trying to sound sexy.
“No,” she casually replied. Smiling, she closed the magazine, leaned back on the couch and turned to me. “Have you?” she cooed.
“Oh no!” I said, looking away. “But I wouldn’t mind, you know, trying it sometime.” I felt like a fool.
“Yeah, it could be fun,” Liz said. “I’ve never been eaten out before, so I sort of wonder about that, what it’s like to have a girl’s tongue in my pussy.”
She leaned toward me, smiling, her big eyes wide. Suddenly I felt dizzy, and the next thing I knew we were kissing, her tongue sliding into my mouth. Her lips sucked in my tongue like a tiny cock. It was just a moment, and then we both pulled back quickly.
“Do you want to try this?” she asked.
“Well, if I was ever going to eat pussy, it would be yours,” I told her. She put her lips on mine again. Making out with another girl was fantastic—such a rush—and in a few minutes I was fondling her tits and sucking her nipples like a woman crazed.
Then I felt her hand making its way down and unbuttoning my jeans. I lifted my hips and together we took my jeans off. We began kissing again and slowly her fingers slid under the waistband of my panties. I never knew how sexy I could feel. Her fingers and hands were so soft. She gently pressed my cunt and finally pushed her finger between the lips. I was soaking.
She pulled her finger out of me and held it up with a smile on her face. It was slick with my sex juice. Staring at me, she put the finger in her mouth and sucked.
I knew what she wanted. I got down on my knees in front of her and, lifting her skirt, spread open her legs. Slowly, I licked her knees and up her thighs until I got to her panties. I pressed my face into her. She was soaking wet. The smell was heavy and sweet. I masturbated her with my face. She pushed her pussy against me. Finally, I pulled down her panties to reveal her wide, shaved cunt.
I gave her a soft, tentative lick. It was warm and tasted wonderful. I never knew pussy juice to be so sticky and thick. I wanted more. I wanted to eat her up. I stuck my tongue up her as far as I could, swabbing the walls for more and more cream, drinking her in. I wanted her all over me.
Lying back on the floor, I asked her to sit on my face. She covered me with her pussy and I lost myself licking her sweet, hot cunt.
She rolled off of me after she came, and we made out some more. Then it was my turn. I sat on the couch, pulling my legs up and spreading them wide while Elizabeth positioned herself between my wet thighs. She eyed my thick snatch and began to stroke and rub my clit. Finally, she lowered her head and sp
lit my cunt with long, slow licks. I almost fainted.
“Damn, you taste good, girl!” she exclaimed, her voice vibrating in my pussy. I grabbed her head and pushed her into me. It was so beautiful. Why did I wait so long to try this?
Elizabeth and I stayed naked and entwined ninety-nine percent of the weekend. Most of that time we were sucking the juice from each other’s pussy. We are now waiting for the next issue of Penthouse Letters!—T.J., Provo, Utah
AN OLD FRIEND’S CASUAL CARESS
CHANGES EVERYTHING
I was a normal married woman with two kids who thought that sex between two people of the same gender was repugnant. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that Kabrina and I would become lovers.
It started about five months ago when she was in town on business. We had been good friends in high school, and when I ran into her at the bank I invited her over for dinner. We were sitting together on the sofa afterwards, having drinks and reminiscing, when she casually caressed my leg.
I found it extraordinarily exciting. Of course, nothing happened between us.
In the months that followed we talked often on the phone. When she announced she was coming home for a family reunion, she said she hoped to spend some time with me. I was thrilled.
“That’s great,” I said. “I really want to see you again.”
I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I was, against my will, fantasizing about how it would be to taste her sweet pussy and to suck her big beautiful tits.
I was nervous when I saw her. I didn’t know how to approach her, or how to let her know I wanted her, wanted to kiss her, wanted to feel her body next to mine, wanted desperately to taste every part of her.
She came over for lunch. Afterwards, we found ourselves back on the sofa. We were talking about guys, just as we had in high school, when she suddenly asked, “Lindsay, have you ever been with another woman?”
“I have never even thought about being with another woman,” I lied. But I knew I had to tell her what I really felt. “No, that’s not true. The last time we were together and you were caressing my leg—I know you didn’t mean anything by it—but that really turned me on,” I admitted to her.
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