A Woman's Touch (And a Whole Lot More!): Five First Lesbian Sex Erotica Stories

by Nancy Brockton

  I felt her nipples hardening in my fingers and couldn’t for the life of me remember moving my hands from her face to her breasts. I pulled away for a moment and saw them resting on them, though, her bikini top up and over her breasts. I took my hands away and reached behind my back. A moment later my bikini top was on the floor. She pulled hers off completely and then both of us seemed to hesitate. I worried for a moment she was backing out but instead she reached down to her waist and slid her bottoms off. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her naked. We’d been friends forever, and roommates for a few years, too. It was the very first time, though, that the sight of her pussy thrilled me.

  I felt obligated, naturally, to pull my bottoms down, although by phrasing it that way, it might seem like I wasn’t happy to do so. I was. I was more than happy. I reached down and slid mine off, and the moment I was naked, Crystal lost all sense of hesitation. She immediately kissed me again but she also moved her hand between my legs and rubbed at my pussy. As the stimulation got powerful and I felt myself losing control, I threw my arms around her shoulders and held her tightly. It was really amazing because whenever a boy had rubbed me there, it always seemed too rough and too insistent. Not with Crystal. She teased along my petals with an expertise that could come only from being a woman and knowing how a woman wants to be touched.

  I felt a pretty intense need to give as well as receive, and I let my hand slide to her pussy and began teasing along her lips. I didn’t know if I’d be as good as she was, so I was relieved (and grateful) when she let out a surprised and very sexy moan. It encouraged me, and even more than the moan, the feel of her encouraged me. She was wet, very wet. It made me realize that I was wet, too. I don’t know why there was so much significance in that fact but it thrilled me and I got a bit more aggressive, teasingly almost penetrating her with my finger several times while she squirmed. She finally took her hand off my pussy and forced my finger into her. I felt a surge of triumph and when she put her hand back, she slipped two fingers into me. I added a second finger to her and we spent the next several minutes kissing and fucking each other with our hands.

  The position didn’t change abruptly, but it did change. After a while, and with her fingers still moving inside of me, Crystal pushed me back a little bit and put her mouth on one of my breasts. With all that had already occurred, the feel of her lips on me and her tongue flicking at my nipple was really, really good. It was like she was licking my clit and not my nipple and I moaned loudly and realized I’d stopped moving my fingers in her pussy. She didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, it seemed to turn her on that I was distracted by her attention to my breast.

  After a few more minutes of that, she pushed me flat on my back, and that was when I discovered Heaven. My fingers slipped out of her but she kept hers moving in me and then kissed each nipple and then between my breasts and then on my belly and then my navel and then right above my clit and then right on my clit. I felt a burst of pleasure and had a kind of mini orgasm. It was unlike any I’d had before. It was an orgasm without the release, like only the non-clenching part of cumming, no contractions just warm pleasure without the explosion. Frankly, it was wonderful. It didn’t end, either. She kept moving her fingers and just kept her lips over me and I came in that strange way for two or three minutes straight.

  Then her tongue slipped out from her pursed lips and stroked over my hard little button and the full-blown orgasm arrived in a furious burst of clenching power so that I actually screamed nine or ten curse words as my body tensed impossibly and then bliss flooded me. She moved her fingers harder and faster inside of me and I writhed on the couch and moaned like a slut as the pleasure seemed to grow in intensity. It felt impossible. It was already so fucking intense but it just kept getting stronger until my moans were choked off because I couldn’t breathe properly so it all came out like some kind of a crazy and almost sobbing sound. At that point, it was too good. If I could have managed some control over my body, I would have pushed her away.

  I had no control, though. One of my hands gripped the back of the couch and dug into the cushion. I tried to let go but my fingers wouldn’t listen. The other hand was similarly occupied but with one of the seat cushions. The horrible irony about it was that hand was only inches from Crystal’s mouth and my ass even bounced against it as I bucked wildly under Crystal’s assault. It seemed to go on forever, and I went through moments of time where I thought I would black out and other moments when it seemed like white light streaked across my vision.

  It was just devastating.

  Then, Crystal let out a scream, and the vibrations of her voice against my lips made my entire body clench hard enough that I ended up in a sitting position. She backed away, leaning the other direction, and I saw her fingers moving furiously in her own pussy. I realized she’d been masturbating the entire time she’d sent me on the incredible roller coaster orgasm that still raged in me, only less grippingly, even without additional stimulation as I watched her fucking herself. It took me a moment but I got enough control to lean forward. I pulled her fingers from her pussy and slammed my own inside. She screamed again and moved her hips and I tried to put my mouth on her clit but she pushed me away and my fingers slipped out.

  Then, she climbed on top of me and kissed me and held me, and we both began coming down. I think both of us were devastated because the next thing I knew, I was waking up. It was dark outside and Crystal was still on top of me, her head on my shoulder and her breath sending soft, warm breezes over my neck. It was so damned strange to feel her on top of me and so damned wonderful at the same time. The night was cold, and she shivered a bit so I gently roused her and since she was half-asleep, led her to her bedroom. I got her into bed and got the blankets over her but when I reached the hallway to get back to my room, I missed her. So, I made my way back to her bed and crawled under the blankets with her. She was already fast asleep again.

  The next morning I woke her early. I woke her with my lips. Her eyes opened and she smiled at me and returned the kiss. We didn’t have sex that morning although I was eager to taste her for the first time. Instead we had breakfast and didn’t talk about the night before. By lunchtime, I was really worried things were going to be awkward between us. She had an afternoon class, and we still hadn’t talked about it. I was nervous and scared. When she returned home, she finally said, “Why don’t you want to talk about last night? I thought it was wonderful and you kissed me this morning and I thought everything was okay so what the hell is wrong?” I realized both of us had been waiting for the other one to talk. I laughed and threw my arms around her.

  We didn’t laugh long, and we skipped dinner. It was really amazing how much more we could do on a bed than we could on a couch.

  Spanking Drusilla

  (Controlling the Vampire Girl at the Convention)

  A Tale of Lesbian Domination and Submission

  Dominated at the Sexy Cosplay Convention Story Number

  by Melody Anson

  all rights reserved copyright 2014 by RW Futures Erotica

  Lindsay stepped out of the hotel room, her heart beating wildly, and headed toward the elevator. Alistair was waiting for her in the lobby, waiting so they could go to the convention. It had already been such an amazing day, and not at all what she’d expected. She’d anticipated getting right to the convention floor and looking at all the costumes. She’d anticipated that she and Alistair would be flirtatious, and that innuendo would fill their day until the returned to the hotel room in the evening for urgent and overwhelming passion that had built for hours while they stared at men and women in flashy costumes. She’d expected to tease Alistair mildly about some of the more elaborate sexy costumes the girls were bound to wear, costumes that left almost nothing to the imagination, costumes that made the wearer seem even more naked than they might have if they were completely undressed. She’d expected the tension to mount for hours until they returned to the hotel room and crossed the threshold a passionate mess with t
heir lips locked together and their hands working desperately to get the other one’s clothes off.

  None of that had happened. Hell, they’d been in the hotel for about three hours and she was only now heading to the convention. She’d meet Alistair in the lobby and the two of them would enter the convention proper and that would be her first look at everything that was happening. As far as building tension, it was a bit too late for that now. Hell, is was well beyond too late for that. They hadn’t been in the hotel for fifteen minutes before Alistair had instructed her to seduce and please a young woman dressed like a vampire. The girl, Connie, had never been with a woman, and there had been something profoundly wonderful about kissing her, undressing her, and then bringing her to orgasm with her mouth. It had been particularly wonderful because she’d been ordered to do it. Alistair had given her very clear instructions to please the woman and every now and then he made comments or added nuances to his instructions as she licked, and as always she loved being dominated by him.

  But there was more. The girl was terrified! Sure, she was excited but she was nervous and so damned new and fresh and unsure. So, even though Alistair was clearly dominant to Lindsay and there had been a playacting illusion that he was using a magical necklace to control Lindsay (who was dressed up like a sexy vampire-hunting demon) so that she would please Connie’s vampire persona Drusilla; that wasn’t at all how it felt. Sure, Lindsay felt all of the normal wonderful excitement about being instructed by Alistair but she also got a taste of control. In many ways, what she’d done was to dominate Connie. She hadn’t given the girl specific instructions but there was no question at all. She’d been in complete control. When she finished and they’d sent Connie on her way, she was ready for Alistair to take her and take her hard! That hadn’t happened, though. Instead, she’d been instructed to do a strip tease and then to masturbate in front of Alistair while she told him the plot of one of her online hentai videos. It had been scary and humiliating and wonderful to do it, and the orgasm had been astounding but she’d desperately wanted Alistair to fuck her and he hadn’t. Instead, he’d praised her for doing a good job and left, telling her to shower, get dressed up again, and meet him in the lobby so they could go to the convention.

  It was maddening! She was so desperate for him that it almost hurt. She’d thought there would be a gradual buildup of tension that would all be released at the end of the day but instead, the tension had grown to impossible proportions almost immediately and had remained that way even after her orgasm! She took the elevator down to the lobby, eager to get to the convention and spend her time with Alistair trying desperately to get him so damned turned on that he’d have to take her back up to the room and have his way with her. When she reached the expansive lobby, though, she couldn’t see him. She looked around in vain until a perky looking woman in a hotel uniform appeared in front of her. “Are you Lindsay?” the woman asked with a bright smile. Lindsay nodded. The woman handed her a slip of paper. “A gentleman left a note for you.”

  She took the note, thanked the woman and opened it. She recognized Alistair’s handwriting right away. Lindsay. I have an errand or two to run. Go to the convention and I’ll join you later in the afternoon. She looked at the clock. It was just before eleven o’ clock. She felt a bit disappointed but when she looked at the note, there was more. If you behave, there might be a reward for you. That last sentence thrilled her, and she wondered if Alistair had only pretended to have errands in order to give her a chance to “behave.” She felt excitement building like crazy, and it was strange because she was still so damned horny for Alistair, so damned desperate for him. She could still feel the remnant tremors of her orgasm coursing through her, could still see images of the tentacle story she’d told Alistair.

  God! It was frustrating, though. She wanted to feel the orgasm long after it happened but she wanted Alistair! She wanted his cum inside of her, filling her. She wanted it inside of her and so much of it that it overflowed, so that it spilled onto her thighs and she felt it dripping down her legs. She wanted to feel it seeping from her. She wanted to walk with her pussy filled up and she wanted to feel it sloshing inside of her, to feel cum just sliding on her leg. How she wanted to let it spill out and leave it there and keep it there. She wanted it inside of her, every sperm fighting to find the prize and then when they found it to assault the egg with a vengeance so that new life just sprang up inside of her. God! She wanted it so badly. Sometimes she imagined some kind of magical man who could cum buckets, literal buckets worth of semen filling her up and overfilling her and spilling out all over her legs and still cumming until she was just covered with the stuff. Lately, when she imagined the magical man, it was Alistair. God! Just to have him cum inside of her!

  And instead she got to walk down to the convention with an empty pussy so she could “behave.” She realized as she walked that the sweet lady who’d given her the note hadn’t even looked twice at the outfit she’d worn. Lindsay liked that. There was something liberating to be able to dress up in a cosplay outfit. Hell, she’d do it all the kind if she could but when the convention was in town, she didn’t get any of those sideways glances from people who weren’t in the activity, the glances that started with shock but essentially ended up as disdain. At the convention, the looks were all admiration or (even better) lust. She walked through the lobby and stepped through the front door to make her way down the sidewalk to where the convention auditoriums were set. She made it about a dozen steps before she stopped because Connie was standing there, drinking a soda. A wonderful idea filled her mind, and Lindsay took a deep breath. It wasn’t exactly behaving but on the other hand, Alistair wouldn’t be back until very late and there was a good chance he wouldn’t even know, or if he did he’d find out after he’d finally fucked her anyway.

  Of course, she had no idea if the plan would even work. It was sure as hell worth a try though. She strode toward Connie purposefully but the younger woman dressed like a vampire didn’t notice her until she spoke. “Hello, Drusilla,” Lindsay said.

  Connie looked up, and when she saw it was Lindsay, her face turned a deep shade of red immediately. She bit her lip and giggled nervously. “Um… hello.”

  Lindsay smiled maliciously. “I’m afraid Alistair isn’t here.” She leaned close until her face was only inches from the girl’s. “That means he can’t control me with the necklace.” Connie’s eyes opened wide and Lindsay said, “So we’re going back to the room and this time you’ll be the one who does what she’s told.” She leaned even closer, and the younger girl breathed in sharply and Lindsay noted her lips parting to receive Lindsay’s kiss but Lindsay turned her head and instead put her lips right against the girl’s ear and whispered, “Come with me right now.”

  It was a terrible gamble but Lindsay just turned and began walking back to the room. She’d felt an inordinate thrill just from ordering the girl around but it would all be for nothing if Connie didn’t play along. She was worried about that but she kept walking and forced herself not to turn to look. She walked through the lobby and to the elevators and pressed the button. She didn’t turn to look and when the doors opened she stepped aside. She had to keep from sighing in relief when she turned around and saw Connie stepping nervously into the elevator with her.

  She waited until the elevator doors closed and then immediately leaned forward, pressing the girl against the sides of the elevator with her body. She put one hand between the girl’s legs and squeezed as she leaned in to kiss her. It was a rough kiss. It was a claiming kiss. It was designed to make sure Connie understood that Lindsay was in charge and that the events to follow would all be about obedience. She slid her tongue slickly over Connie’s and squeezed her pussy through the leggings while the girl let out a surprised moan at her aggression. When she broke off the kiss, the elevator doors opened for their floor but Lindsay remained in place with her hand still between Connie’s legs and her eyes locked on the vampire girl’s face.

  “How old are you?�
�� she asked.

  “N…nineteen,” the girl replied.

  Lindsay squeezed hard and the girl gasped. “Connie,” Lindsay said. “Connie, Connie, Connie. You’re going to have to do better than that.” She squeezed again and the girl let out a moan as she stared at Lindsay with frightened eyes. “Have you seen Return of the Jedi?”

  “Wh—what?” Lindsay squeezed again, and the girl moaned and said, “Yes! Yes, I’ve seen it!”

  Lindsay smiled and released the pressure but continued to gently squeeze and release. “At the end, when all the little fury guys are celebrating, Luke notices three people standing and watching, and they’re all dead. You remember that.”

  Connie breathed out a moan through her sighs as the elevator doors closed. The girl turned to look at the closing doors so Lindsay squeezed hard again and the girl gasped and turned her attention back to Lindsay. She smiled and said, “They were all dead but Obi Wan and Anakin and Yoda were all too strong with the force to fade away. They were eternal. Do you understand?” The girl nodded. Lindsay continued as she felt the elevators moving. “I’m a demon, a succubus. I’m eternal, too.” The girl stared and nodded. “Well, I asked you how old you were and you didn’t tell me, you little vampire girl. You told me how old Connie is. You’re not Connie right now.”

  The girl gulped and the elevator doors opened. A woman walked in, about forty or so, and didn’t even seem to notice what was happening. Lindsay didn’t take her hand from Connie’s pussy but she did turn her body a bit to hide it. She looked at the woman with a smile and said, “What floor would you like?”

  The woman smiled back and said, “Three please. Why is everyone in costume?”