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If you have not read Part 1 please do so as this follows on and will make better sense if you read that first. Please read them in part order otherwise there will be no flow. These are purely my fantasies, stories I dream up and hope you enjoy as I share them. As always criticisms good and bad always appreciated but remember I am no professional writer and I have no one to proof read except myself. Adverts not welcome nor appreciated in the comments box. Part 2.

We had hired a little car and followed a narrow lane down to a small inlet in front of some sand dunes. We parked up and followed a wooden planked path between the high hills of sand and coarse grass, to discover a beautiful cove with soft white sand and an azure coloured sea. Dotted here and there were pairs of sunbeds with umbrellas, probably about fifty pairs in total either empty or occupied by men and women, men together and women together, all naked laying in the sun in this wonderfully hidden away nudists’ idyll.

We located a vacant spot, stripped off, grinning stupidly at one another like we were a pair of shy girls changing for gym class, laying down in the hot sun. After a while we both needed to cool down and paddled out into the water to soothe our sun baked skin. As I turned to face the beach, I pulled Alice’s back to my front, the water was shallow enough for me to stand with my shoulders just out of the water but Alice trod water. I pulled her closer, her tits bobbing in the water, I reached round to hold her breasts which were slippery with sun oil and played with her nipples. I leaned into the curve of her neck, biting the sensitive skin there whispering,

‘I want to make you cum so so badly. I couldn’t think of anything else but earlier this morning and how it had turned me on more than anything ever before.’

Whilst absentmindedly plucking at her nipples as she laid her head back on my shoulder, I focussed on the beach area and paid more attention to the people sunning themselves.
Fascinated by what I saw, I whispered into Alice’s ear,

‘Look onto the beach, fourth sun parasol along from the left.’

There was a couple laying close together on their backs, their feet facing the see, his hand was covering her pussy lips moving in circular motions, his cock erect and laying up his groin as he stroked it with his other hand. Then we spotted two guys, one laying on his side, his free arm caressing and pulling on the other guy’s cock which was hard and heavy in his hand. Further over another couple in the shade of their parasol but clearly she was leaning over and sucking his cock vigorously, his hand guiding the back of her head, pushing her mouth deeper over his swollen penis.

By now we were both breathing heavily, turned on by the erotic tableau in front of our very eyes. I pulled Alice tighter to me and pushed my knee between her thighs,

‘Sit astride my bended knee so I can press my thigh against your hot pussy.’

Pinching her nipples tightly,

‘Slide your hard clit against me.’

Looking further around the beach we spotted another couple fucking, she sat on his cock facing him, her back to us, slowly riding him. As we continued to watch, he pulled her forward, lifting her arse higher, pulling her arse cheeks apart and exposing her completely to us as he drove his cock into her hard.
By now, Alice was wiggling her pussy on my thigh, tilting her hips so that her clit was rolling back and forth on my leg. Another couple, girls, are doing a sixty nine, eating each other out hungrily, the sight boiled Alice over, as she rubbed herself to satisfaction, her nipples tightened and she came, it was brief but so sexy to feel her hot, wet, self, against me in the coolness of the water.

We moved out of the sea, returning to our sunbeds, noticing as we made our way across the sand exactly how many people were making out in some sexual scenario or other. Alice covered herself in a sundress and disappeared back to the car to retrieve her book she had forgotten and I sat up on my elbows watching the exciting view.

When she returned she was so excited, I thought she was fit to burst, she had lost her way on her return from the car, coming back through the sand dunes.

‘I met a young girl and I struck up a conversation with her. She said that the beach we are on is some kind of area for hedonists and voyeurs! Its common knowledge that not only is it a nudist beach but it is also a free for all, the people who used it are well aware that others watch and additional participation isn’t unheard of! She also told me that up in the sand dunes there are more discreet areas offering more privacy but also this is where the additional people could join in, if invited!’

We remained on the beach for the rest of the day, continually in a high state of arousal watching people satisfy themselves. We returned to our rooms later, to shower, change and find somewhere to eat. I went into the shower area, whilst Alice was busy in the bedroom and started to wash by body clean of sun tan oil, still aroused at the memory of the view today, I rubbed shower gel over myself but couldn’t help pinching and pulling my nipples then slipping my hand between my legs to rub at myself.

Alice joined me under the shower, kissing me briefly before kneeling between my legs, propping my leg over her shoulder as she pushed her lips against my clit, drawing my aching, starved, tense knot into her mouth, stoking the bud over and over. I clutched the back of her hair and pushed myself against her face over and over. I came quickly, it didn’t take much, after all I’d witnessed today that was no surprise.

Later after eating, we tangled up in bed together, our minds exhausted, we both fell into a deep fitful sleep. We awoke late, the sun streaming in through the partially opened curtains, the sun bathing our bodies in a warm, soft glow. Alice lay on her back with me laying sideways facing her, thigh and knee across her legs and my arm across her chest, my other hand down the side of her ribs. I lay awake watching her sleep, her face relaxed, her suntan giving her a healthy glow and her long eyelashes flat against her face.

I instantly wanted her, craved to touch her everywhere, wanting to see her body respond to my caresses and to hear her moan my name when she came. I could not believe how lucky I was, to have had such fantasies about her for so so long, not knowing that she had felt the same towards me. I drew my hand back across her breasts, those beautiful dark pink nipples puckering the instant I touched them, her aureoles the skin tightening into tight wrinkled knots. My fingers floating over her skin, over her belly button and down to her small, puffy pubic lips, teasing the crease. She sighed in her sleep and automatically opened her legs, spreading herself wide open, allowing me unfettered access. Instantly wet to my touch, my digits sliding up and down between her labia, spreading her wetness all over her pussy, coating her folds and all over her clit with her muskiness.

I moved over the bed and knelt between her open thighs, as always blown away by her flesh, coated in her juices, her wonderful tasting cream oozing from her cunt. Catching some on the tip of my finger, I sucked her juices off, tasting her addictive flavour and sighed with delight. Putting my face into her I started to lick her juices from her, making sure all her intricate folds were attended to. By now she was awake, moaning softly showing her appreciation for me, rubbing her pussy back and forth over my mouth.

Sitting back up, placing one knee over her thigh so I was astride her left leg, I leaned up and over her to kiss her passionately. As our kiss deepened and became more urgent, I rubbed my throbbing, wet pussy against her thigh, sliding against her skin, needing the friction in an attempt to satisfy the ache in my core. Wanting to be closer to her I sat up, pulled her right leg closer to me and positioned my pussy against hers. The sensation was electric, I clutched her thigh closer, starting to rub my clit against hers, our wet openings mashing against one another making hungry, slurping noises.
My clit buzzed with shocking sensations, turned on all the more by the sounds of labias stroking one another, my eyes looking down, seeing our juices pushing and sliding against one another. Faster and faster I bucked my hips against her, grinding into her, fucking her with my cunt until the tension was too much and we came together in an earth shattering climax. As the spasms subsided, I eased off grinding down on her and letting our pussies slide back and forth in a gentle motion.

Untangling myself, I collapsed down on the bed, drawing her to me and kissing her flushed face. We eventually got up, showered and had breakfast, deciding to return to the special beach. Today it was packed, bodies everywhere there wasn’t room to move, it was too much. Alice grabbed my hand and pulled me up into the dunes to find somewhere quieter. As we explored the dunes for a suitable spot, we came across a couple, she was laying on her back soaking up the sun, she was quite young, tall and thin with small breasts, a little strip of clipped pubic hair which disappeared at her fork. Her partner lay beside her, he was much older, quite well built, he lay with his eyes closed, stroking his semi hard cock. Alice elbowed me and whispered,

‘That’s the girl who spoke to me yesterday.’

Over the next dune to theirs we discovered an unoccupied pair of beds and decided to stake our claim there for the day. We stripped off, applying sun oil to ourselves, Alice offered to help, pushing me down on the bed on my back, taking the bottle from me, pouring a generous helping of liquid into her palm, rubbing both hands together coating them in the viscous fluid and starting to massage it into my breasts. I closed my eyes, tilting my face toward the heat of the sun as she coated my mounds in oil, sliding my nipples back and forth between her fingers.

She sat astride my hips, her hot pussy resting against my mound, I reached for the bottle and started to reciprocate, rubbing the slippery liquid over her tits, pulling her swollen nipples between my finger and thumb, loving the tight but pliant flesh sliding back and forth against the pressure. Alice moaned, pushing her sex against my mound, my raised pubic bone pressing on her tightened clit. I moved one of my hands down between her legs and pressed the thumb against her button, it obviously hit the spot as she started to grind harder and harder against it.
Balancing herself on one hand, Alice moved the other hand behind herself, seeking out my own pussy, opening my legs a little not wishing to disturb the beautiful sight of her getting herself off against me and my thumb. She slid her upturned fingers into my cunt and circled her thumb against my clit, increasing the pressure over and over. Alice tightened her thighs against my hips and ground down hard, groaning as she spasmed to orgasm, fucking my thumb which was pressing hard on her swollen nub.

Removing her hand from me, leaving me gasping for attention she slid off me and sitting astride one of my thighs, she plunged her fingers back inside my wet opening and recommenced stroking my tightened clit, I slid my other thigh wide open off the side of the sunbed allowed unrestricted access.

‘Faster…..’

I gasped,

‘Fuck my cunt faster, jam your fingers into me as hard as you can!’

Her poor petite hand was working as hard as she could, fucking me aggressively, you could hear my dripping juices slapping against her hand making really crude noises. My toes curled, my hips tipped up towards her plunging hand, my orgasm rushed through me, sparking ripples of sensation out in all different directions.

I reached up and pulled Alice down onto my body, kissing her deeply as I panted into her mouth trying to get my breathing to recover. As I opened my eyes, I suddenly realised that the girl Alice had befriended the previous day, sat up on the dune bank watching us. Holding Alice tightly not wanting to startle her, I asked the girl,

‘How long have you been sitting there?’

She quietly replied,

‘I watched most of your make out session.’

Alice obviously recognising her voice, seemed not to panic as I had anticipated and just sat up, kneeling between my still open legs, facing her not seeming to be bothered by her own nakedness.

The girl introduced herself as Sarah, she was wearing an opaque pink sarong but it did nothing to hide her nakedness beneath. We chatted away and we invited her down to sit on the sunbeds and offered her a glass of wine from the cooler. After a while of talking, she explained,

‘I am on holiday with my partner who is considerably older than me, I am in my twenties and he, John in his late fifties.’

I didn’t ask the whys and the wherefores but I got the impression she had not made good choices in the past with her relationships and he offered her financial security and a nice life which she gladly embraced.

Sarah went on to say,

‘We holidayed here last year and John had enjoyed it so much we chose to return.’

Alice asked her,

‘Why here? It’s certainly different.’

She blushed and said,

‘This was John’s choice, our sex life is not that significant and he enjoys being a voyeur. He likes watching people’s different sexual lifestyles and appetites. He wants to…….’

But fell silent as she blushed further, so I pushed her to finish what she had started to say.

She confessed in a burbled rush,

‘John wants to watch me with other people, not with other men but other women.’

I asked her,

‘How do you feel about that?’

She exhaled a huge breath and quietly acknowledged,

‘Initially I didn’t feel confident about the idea but now I have watched Alice and you….. I am quite aroused by the prospect!’

I glanced over at Alice to gauge her reaction, she must have been reading my mind as her nipples were tight and she was gazing off into space chewing on her bottom lip. We said no more about the matter and continued to pass the time of day about something and nothing, until Sarah got up to say goodbye. We both stood up and she drew each of us into a hug, pulling our naked bodies into her and kissing us on the cheek. As she left Alice said,

‘I hope we see you tomorrow.’

We remained on the beach for the last remnants of the day, both of us quiet in our own thoughts either reading or sleeping. That evening in the quiet corner of the restaurant, I brought up the subject of our conversation with Sarah and asked Alice,

‘What do you think about the conversation with Sarah earlier?’

She had obviously thought about it a lot, she admitted,

‘I have had fantasies about you from virtually day one of our first holiday together but didn’t have a clue how to approach it. Exploring our bodies has been the most exciting, uplifting thing I have ever done and whilst I love Tom, I have no desire to leave him, I would dearly love to continue our holidays in the same vein as this one.’

She continued to say,

‘With regards to Sarah, whilst I have no interest in sparking up another relationship apart from the one with you, the thought of exploring another female’s body alongside you, turns me on hugely. I’m not so sure about John watching us but if he could give his absolute assurance he would only watch and not touch, I could be persuaded.’

I reached over, held her hand and stroked her palm, my eyes wide and sparkling with excitement. I reassured her,

‘My feelings toward you are the same, I have no interest in finding another woman for anything long term, only to explore my fantasies on a casual basis but the thought of the both of us bringing a third female into the mix and the joys of another woman’s body excites me enough to make my panties wet!’

After returning back to the apartment, we sated our sexual urges, falling asleep, our arms and legs entwined.

In the morning, our bodies thrummed with sexual excitement, we shaved each other’s pussies meticulously, making sure our skin was soft and stubble free. We drove to the beach in silence, both quiet with our own thoughts, on arrival we met Sarah in the parking area, retrieving something from their car.
We greeted and hugged each other, Alice quietly told her,

‘If you feel inclined, happy and settled in your mind that this was what you are agreeable to, you would be welcome to join us for a play on the strict proviso that John would watch discreetly but any attempt from him to physically become involved would not be welcome and everything would cease.’

She smiled sweetly, assuring us,

‘I must confess I have secretly been hoping you would agree, I am more than happy to lay down the rules to John also. We are in the same spot in the dunes as yesterday and I have placed my spare beach towel on the same beds you used yesterday, in the hope that you would come to the beach today.’

We left her rummaging in the boot of their car and made our way into the dunes, we passed John on the way but he was on his front appearing fast asleep. We quietly discussed how to go about this new experience, Alice a little worried how to orchestrate it, I reassured her telling her not to worry and let it evolve as and when it happened.

We both stripped off, laying on our backs, our bodies simmering with anticipation, Sarah did not appear, so thinking she had perhaps had a change of heart we had both slipped into a dozing haze. Alice heard Sarah arrive before I did, I heard her greet her, I opened my eyes and sat up moving my legs to the side of the bed and standing up next to Alice. Today Sarah was wearing a white translucent sarong, her darkly suntanned skin appearing darker than ever against the white of the material, the slight breeze pushed the gauze against her flesh, showing the outline of her small breasts.

We invited her to sit down and Alice poured us each a glass of white wine, I sat next to her and Alice opposite, we remained naked, there didn’t seem to be the need to cover ourselves. Sarah kept making furtive glances at our nakedness, the more we chatted, I smiled to see Alice’s confidence increase so much so she was now leaning back slightly on one hand, her legs resting slightly open, giving Sarah an unabashed view of her body, her pussy not spread completely open but enough to leave the rest to anyone’s imagination.

As we talked and drank more, Sarah’s body relaxed further and at any opportunity during our conversations I made sure to touch her arm or lay a hand on her thigh, trying my hardest to keep her at ease. As time went on I managed to leave my hand on her thigh, softly circling my fingertips teasingly over her skin as we talked about insignificant things. At some point she complemented me on something,

‘What a darling girl you are!’

I reciprocated and kissed her shoulder, she didn’t shy away so I left my lips on her skin, kissing and nibbling at her young flesh adding small licks as well. Sarah leaned back on her arms, her head lolling back and sighed at my ministrations, I shifted my body so I was facing her and gently tickled the skin above her breasts where the sarong started. Certain by now that she was ready for this, I tugged at the tie to one side near her arm and pulled the delicate fabric free, the material pooled either side of her body exposing her breasts but hiding her lower area. With the back of my hand, I stroked her face, moving down to her neck, then further to her breasts, grazing her nipples enjoying the pressure on my hand as they instantly tightened in reaction.

Alice sat opposite quietly watching, her own hand softly caressing herself, her legs now fully apart, her hips tipped back, exposing herself fully. My hand reached back up to the side of Sarah’s face as I leaned further over and pulled her face closer to mine, I kissed her softly, my tongue gently sweeping over her lips, probing carefully seeking permission to delve into her mouth. Sighing, she open her mouth, letting me in to lick inside, pushing for her tongue to tangle with mine, gaining confidence she pressed her lips against mine,

Turning my hand over, I squeezed her tiny breast, bringing my finger and thumb closer her to her nipple, pinching and rolling the flesh, she pushed herself forward into my grasp so I tightened the pressure causing her to moan into my mouth. Alice had stood up and moved to kneel on the bed behind Sarah, stroking her shoulders and down her arms, tasting her neck and shoulders with licks and bites.

I moved off the bed, I had no need to push her legs apart, they were already open waiting for me. I settled between her legs, kneeling in the sand and started to kiss and lick my way up her inside leg from her knee. Alice had taken over attending to her tightly budded breasts, leaning over one side to kiss and lick each one, then alternating between sucking each as Sarah softly held her head in place, gazing at what she was doing, moaning in appreciation.
Wishing for unfettered access, I gently pushed Sarah until she was laying full length on the sunbed, I instructed her,

‘Open your legs and place your feet down on either side of the bed on the sand.’

Alice leaned over one side, continuing to lap at her breasts. I laid between Sarah’s legs and placed each hand on each of her inner thighs, sliding up until I could pull each of her labia open to expose her completely. Her pussy lips were tiny, very little extra folds of flesh, her clit starting to protrude from its hood, she was already wet, a small drop of juice appearing at the opening of her cunt.

So gently, I licked the delicate flower, she tasted so sweet, as I explored each tiny crevasse, her groans of contentment more and more. Looking up at Alice, I saw that Sarah’s hand had furtively crept between Alice’s legs and that her fingers were coated with my dear friend’s juices as our new friend explored her pussy. Emboldened further, I moved my mouth up and over her clit, sucking it into my mouth. She instantly bucked her hips, pushing herself into my face, so I drew on that wonderful bud of nerves and pulled it tighter, sucking it in a rhythm, vibrating my lips against her skin.

Sliding my long index finger up and down between her labia, coating them with her lubricating juices, I gently pushed against her cunt opening, gliding my digit into her tight hole. Her soft vaginal walls, clamped their muscles against my finger, sucking it deeper inside her, I drew it back out and very slowly added another, careful to stretch her open without causing her discomfort. Once her cunt had accepted my two fingers, I started to slide them in and out in time with the sucking of her clit.

I looked up to see Alice sitting astride Sarah’s face, with our new student hungrily slurping at her dripping pussy! Alice’s fingers spread her lips, exposing her own swollen clit, as she rolled her hips and pushed into Sarah’s open mouth. She instantly realised what Alice was seeking and latched her lips around it, mimicking my own ministrations on hers.

It didn’t take much for Sarah to come, she was oozing copious amounts of fluid, as her cunt walls contracted around my fingers again and again as the orgasmic spasms rocked her body. Whilst moaning audibly with a mouthful of Alice’s clit, she continued to draw on her flesh like a pro. As I eased the pressure off and gently lapped with soft licks at her exuding cream, I watched Alice come undone, panting and writhing against Sarah’s firm hold on her.
Both Alice and Sarah caught their breath as I sat watching them with a huge grin on my face, my pussy was dripping having been left out of proceedings, but it was such a huge turn on to watch and help bring this young girl to orgasm whilst witnessing her in her inexperienced way tend to my friend.

Alice moved away from astride Sarah’s face and leant over to kiss her deeply, tasting her own juices. The girl hungrily licked at Alice’s tongue and mouth obviously enjoying tasting pussy. They parted and Alice said to me,

‘It’s your turn now.’

Looking at Sarah she asked,

‘Have you ever seen a woman squirt during orgasm?’

I rolled my eyes embarrassed at her excitement over her new ‘discovery’. Sarah confessed,

‘I have seen it on many of John’s collection of porn DVDs, but I wasn’t sure what it was and had assumed the girl was urinating.’

Alice excitedly told her,

‘No, she definitely doesn’t pee, is doesn’t taste or smell like pee!’

‘Wow!’

Sarah explained,

‘You’ve actually tasted it?’

‘Oh yes, I have drunk it and it is divine!’

Alice cooed.

Suddenly Alice took over, propping one of the sunbeds to its most upright position, she instructed Sarah,

‘You sit on one side facing the upright cushion….’

She sat on the other. She then directed me,

‘Perch on the top of the upright end, with your legs open facing outwards.’

Both girls started to kiss and lick their way up each of my thighs, then Alice slid her fingers into my very sodden cunt as Sarah licked, nibbled and then started to suck at my already enlarged clit.

Looking down at both girls giving me attention, Sarah gazing up at me her top lip pursed against my clit, I reached down and pulled my labia wide apart so I could have a better view. Alice was pumping me with three fingers, intent on watching Sarah’s cheeks tighten in and out putting unbelievable pressure on my knot of nerves. My legs started to tighten and tremble as my first orgasm hit me,

Alice excitedly told Sarah,

‘You must keep sucking, no matter how she screams or tries to push you away, you must not stop what you are doing no matter what!’

My cunt walls clamped onto Alice’s pumping fingers as the fireworks burst behind my eyes and the explosion of tingles rushed through me. Slowly the spasms waivered and I bit my lip to ride through the painfully over sensitive sucking that Sarah unrelentingly continued to do. Alice continued to fuck me with her hand, scraping at my g spot with her nails, the second orgasm came quickly, as intense but for not as long. Sarah’s nostrils were flaring as she tried to breathe through her exertion, still she continued exactly as Alice had told her.

My third orgasm was very brief, pretty much a non-entity except for the fiery pain as Sarah continued to suck, I gasped,

‘I can’t do another orgasm…..please, please don’t make me cum again!

But Alice continued to encourage Sarah,

‘Carry on, do not stop sucking her clit, suck harder if you can!’

The pain eventually passed, Alice continued to twist and pump me, Sarah drawing my clit between her teeth and rubbing the distended end with her tongue. I felt my body tighten, flexing my fingers and grasping Sarah’s head, pushing her against me, using the other hand to hold myself up, my legs were juddering so much I thought they were going to give way! The explosion of my orgasm blew me away, I’d had some mind blowing orgasms this holiday but nothing compared to this.

Sarah continued to hold on to my clit like a limpet, Alice brought her face closer to Sarah’s just as I squirted, squirt after squirt into their faces. Sarah let go of her hold, her and Alice drinking in the fluid as they caught it in their mouths. Their faces soaking wet, three or four times I squirted all over them, once I had stopped they licked at each other, mopping up whatever it was. I slid down and squatted on the sunbed not able to move exhausted beyond words.

Both girls enveloped me in their arms, we all took turns kissing one another, at one point Sarah looked up and smiled, I followed the direction of her gaze and spotted John disappearing back over the dunes, he had kept to his promise, none of us realised he was there until we had finished. Sarah and Alice’s kissing became more urgent, I waved them away, wanting time out, I was happy to sit and watch.

They moved on to the other bed, kissing and running their hands all over each other’s bodies, fingers pinching nipples, lips sucking at the same, fingers delving into one another’s cunts, I was so happy to watch from the side-lines, boneless. Alice angled herself as I had done the previous day, clamping her pussy over Sarah’s in a scissor position, grinding her clit against the young girl’s. The wonderfully crude, slurping sound of two wet pussies sucking against one another reached my ears, I closed my eyes and absorbed the sexy noise,

Sarah came first, throwing her head back and trying to keep her shouts as quiet as possible but I was impressed with her stamina as she continued to grind herself against Alice until she came too, the sawing against each other, slowing to a soft circular action enjoying the last of each other’s nerve tingling sensations.

After both girls caught their breaths, their heartbeats slowing down to next to normal, Sarah got up grabbing her discarded sarong, kissing us both deeply and hugging us,

‘Thank you both for a wonderful time.’

Disappearing off over the dunes to find John. Alice and I both flaked out on the beds, exhausted, soaking up rest of the day’s sunshine, unable to move.
That evening’s meal was brief and quiet, Alice and I both knackered after such a busy day. We wandered home, undressed and fell into bed together, I spooned behind Alice pulling her tightly to me and we fell asleep almost immediately.

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Trent and Kylie grow closer, with Whitney’s help

The Imperfect Storm. Ch. 5

(Trent just got a new job offer, but was too drunk to drive all the way home. He took a taxi from the airport to his sister’s house.)

I tipped the cabbie, and walked up to the front door of Kylie’s house. She opened the door just as I was about to ring the bell. She held the baby on her hip and stretched out her arm for a hug.

“Oh there you are!! Welcome home, baby!” She planted a kiss on my cheek. I guess we’re keeping up appearances for the baby.

“Get yourself a drink. And pour me a wine? I’ve gotta put Jesse down with a story and some milk first. Make yourself comfortable.”

Make myself comfortable, hmmm. Well this fucking suit isn’t comfortable. And I’m wearing Dick’s underwear, that’s not comfortable. My ‘guys’ shouldn’t be mixing with his ‘guys’. I went to Kylie’s bedroom and disrobed, hanging up everything carefully. I found a white terry cloth robe, that will work. I could hear Kylie singing a little song to her baby, so I went back down to the kitchen and got us some drinks. When I came back upstairs, she was just pulling the door closed to Jesse’s room.

“She’ll be down all night. Nice robe.”

Kylie took her wine, then held my hand and led me back to her bedroom.

“I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.”

“I’m going to watch.”

“Really?” she giggled.

I undid my robe and leaned against the door to her walk-in closet which, by the way, was about as big as my apartment. Almost.

Fresh air felt good on my cock.

“Well let’s see what we have here… ah here’s a nice number… tell me what you think.”

This brought me back several years when I used to sneak peaks at her through the crack in the door as she got dressed. Serious jack-off times, those were. But now, I stood here in plain sight, with a drink in my hand!

Kylie unbuttoned her blouse, and tossed it onto a shelf. Her industrial strength nursing bra was made up of what seemed to be yards of material.

She slipped off her little yoga pants to show me her full ass. No undies. She turned and walked towards me and faced away from me, lifting her hair. Her scent enraptured me.

“Undo me please?”

“Do you have wire-cutters?” I asked, ever the smart-ass. These were some serious hooks, however. I managed to undo them. My hands started to move forward but she slinked away, shaking a finger at me like Mom used to do.

I admired her now completely naked body. For having a baby recently, she looked remarkably good. Five foot eight, somewhere north of 150 or 160, she wasn’t a tiny thing. But she had it in all the right places. Firm legs, ample ass, curving in at the waist, then curving back out as you looked higher… complete hourglass figure… but she still had her back to me.

She stepped into some see-through purple undies, and threw on a ‘baby-doll’ in the same see-through purple. She turned around.

“Jesus fucking christ…”

Her enormous tits swung free under the sheer fabric. My cock rose to full attention.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t like baby-dolls.”

“I don’t fucking care! Come here!”

She smiled and turned away, shaking her finger at me again.

“You’re the naughty boy, aren’t you? Watching your sister change.”

She pulled the lingerie over her head, and slipped off the panties. With her back to me, I could see the sides of her tits. I had to grab my cock a little bit. She looked over her shoulder.

“Naughty naughty! Oh let’s see, this might do the trick.”

She stepped into this indistinguishable bunch of black lace, but it began to take shape. All, black, it had a little tiny mini-skirt around her hips, then lacy-doily action in the front with a bare back. Then it was topped off by a collar that she fastened around her neck with velcro.

I held my breath until she finally turned around.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, amazed at the view.

Her voluptuous breasts were barely covered by the sheer material, if she bent over I think everything would fall out. Now that would just be too bad, wouldn’t it! The little skirty-thing barely covered anything. Jesus, I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.

“Go get in the bed, hot stuff,” she told me.

I flew to the bed and ripped down the blankets and sheets about three quarters of the way down. Threw off half of the stupid pillows but kept a few, just in case.

I sat there, leaning against the pillows, my dick in full effect.

Kylie entered the room from the closet, or rather, her leg did. Just a leg with black stockings and black stripper shoes. She came out, all sexy-like, doing some very good poses that would make any porno magazine editor proud. Hugging the wall, thrusting out her ass, then turning and shaking her tits for me.

I was right, too. It didn’t take much. Three good shakes and her massive tits broke free from their tiny prison. I reached for her. I couldn’t take any more of this!

“Oh no you don’t!” she said, trying to mimic a ghetto gal, shaking her finger at me.

She grabbed her right breast with both hands and brought it up to her face. She pressed on it, and several little fountains sprayed in the air. Giggling, she pointed the sprays towards herself. With her open mouth she caught several of them.

“Mmmmm!” she moaned. “That’s delicious! You want some of Mommy’s milk?”

I vigorously nodded my head, yes. Mommy, sister, whatever. I didn’t fucking care.

Kylie proceeded to grab both her awesome tits and hose me down. She started at my feet, then worked up to my cock, which got a lot of extra milk. She continued on up my stomach and chest, and then they arrived at my face.

I opened my mouth to receive my gift, cherishing the warm, sweet taste. It’s awesome, I heartily advise you to have some breast milk. It’s good for you, too. It’s not as thick as cow’s milk, it’s just like manna from heaven.

I couldn’t remain still any longer, I grabbed a fucking tit hard and pulled it towards me! Latching on, I sucked hard. To get good milk, I found out, you don’t just suck the end of the nipple. You’ve got to get as much as you can in your mouth. That stimulates the milk so it flows, and flows, and flows.

“Ahh Trent, baby, thank you. Jesse can’t possibly drink enough from me! I need six or eight more babies! Ohh this feels so fucking good! You like?”

I opened my eyes and looked at my sister, nodding and “Mmmm Hmmm!” ing. She smiled at me, her little brother. Well, not so little anymore.

I sucked her huge fucking tits for several minutes. This morning, we were kind of in a hurry to fuck and, to tell the truth, I was in a hurry again! But, My dear sister needs a good long fucking, so I’ve got to try and hold on.

I pulled her onto the bed where we kissed and kissed, rolling around slowly while we hugged and fondled each other. Her ass was awfully firm, I tested it with a few good cracks of my hand!

Slap! on her ass!

“Ohh!”

Slap again!

“Trent!” she teased. “You always were the little twerp!”

Slap again on her ass!

Then she did a little “Raaaawwwr” for me!

Finally I pushed her back down on the bed.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” I told her. “Come on… wider! That’s my good girl. As they said in that movie with the tall blue people, ‘I SEE you’!”

And I did see her. Her luscious puss was in full view; lips tinted a little darker on the edges, nice and pink center. Her lingerie-skirt not hiding anything. Female aromas filled the air. I bent down, and went in.

First, I kissed her little patch of hair that she left. Then I kissed just off to the side of her pussy on her thigh. Then the other side. Then I rapidly kissed everywhere except on her lips themselves.

She yelled at me, “Get in there, you fucker!” And she clamped her legs down around my head, forcing me face-first into her steaming cunt.

And it was steaming! Well, almost, anyway. My face was immediately dampened as she forced my head side-to-side, grinding her cunt into me. This was fantastic, I like being overwhelmed by things, but I had to tap-out after a few moments.

“Okay you bitch!” I teased. “I gotta breathe, ya know!”

She made a face at me. “Do your job then!”

“Alright alright alri-i-i-ght…” I continued to talk to her, with my lips inside her pussy. The vibrations seemed to drive her pretty wild. I told her that I loved her, that I loved her body, that I loved her tits, all kinds of good stuff. None of it made sense to her ears, but her pussy enjoyed it!

I stuck my tongue inside as far as I could go. It was like a volcano in there. I looked up at Kylie, she was squeezing both her tits, spraying milk on herself and the bed, and just kind of lolling about.

I let go of her legs so I could finger her. I love doing that, exploring a woman with my fingers. It’s like, I’m inside you baby, checking you out! I moved up to kiss her while my finger, then two, worked on her.

Kylie greedily kissed me.

“You know,” she started. “Some girls find that to be a turn-off. How did you know I would like it?”

I grinned at her. “I’ve seen you masturbate. You always dip your fingers or your dildo inside yourself and the lick it clean.”

“I would never do that! And you never watched me!” she said, feigning shock.

“All the time. You never locked your door, you know.”

We kissed more, our tongues circling each other. Deep, slow kisses. I could feel her breath deepen. Something was beginning to happen. I needed to get back down there and help it along!

I jumped back down between her legs and licked her slit thoroughly while I put a third finger inside her vaj. Then I concentrated on her clitoris, licking it hard and nibbling it a little bit.

“JESUS Christ you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing… oh fuck yes…”

I sucked on her clit, pulling it and the surrounding cunt flesh into my mouth. My lips munched on all of it. My hand pumped her pussy as fast as I could.

“Goddamit! Fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK!! Oh god fuck me fuck me FUCK ME!” She couldn’t say ‘fuck me’ fast enough! I didn’t remind her that I was licking and not fucking, it seemed the time was wrong to say anything.

Then she stiffened up and made a face like she was almost in pain, and convulsed heavily with a serious scream!

“AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGH!!!!”

Her clit trembled and flexed as she came all over my face. Milk leaped from her nipples involuntarily. I could actually feel more fluid come out of her pussy! I pulled my hand out to see spiderweb strings stretch from her pussy to my fingers. This hazy fluid oozed from her pussy, down her crack to her asshole. I licked up a bunch of it, fuck yeah. This wasn’t that “Squirt” that you see on porn sites. That’s just pee. This was real.

“Ooooh baby”, she cooed. “Gimme some! gimme some gimme some yesssss.”

I put my three pussy-drenched fingers in her mouth, pushing her lips all around. I kissed her more, letting her get her tastes from my lips and cheeks, too.

“Ohhh baby brother,” she whispered. “You are soooo good! I’ve pictured this a thousand times. I didn’t think it would ever actually happen, though.”

We chatted a little more, I let her calm down some even though my cock was still raging. Both of us wished we had said something long ago. But, it’s one of those things; if you say something wrong you can’t ever take it back. Neither of us took the chance when we were younger. It took Stacy to bring us together.

“Hey Bro?”

“Yes?”

“Would you fuck me doggy style? Dick thought that was …undignified.”

I thought he was probably doggy-styling that Taylor chick right now in the airplane bathroom but I didn’t say anything.

“Doggy style huh? I guess so, if that’s what you want.”

She growled at me again and assumed the all-fours position.

“The only problem is,” I continued. “You can’t see what I’m doing back there. Anything is liable to happen! Might get, undignified.”

She made a face like “oh yeah?” and spread her legs apart.

From behind her, I could see her wet asshole peeking through her cheeks. Her extended pussy lips glistened from her cum, spread apart, just waiting to be fucked.

I sidled up to her rear and rested my cock right on her vulva. It only took a little moving around to get my cockhead all juicy,

I pressed forward and inch, and slid inside my sister’s cunt. Her slick but tight walls held me firm.

“Well?” she asked.

“Just enjoying! Shhh!”

She sighed, wanting me to go faster. She bucked rearwards, forcing another couple inches in.

“Hey!” I yelled. “I wasn’t ready!”

“Bullshit! Come on and fuck me!”

I guess the kidding around was pretty much over. I guess we’re playing for keeps now.

I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her luscious brown hair, and pulled her head back. Far back. It had to hurt, just a little, anyway.

“You wanna get fucked?”

“Yes Trent!”

“You wanna get really fucked?”

“Please! For the love of God!”

“You’ll do whatever I want?” I asked this as I slowly pulled my cock out.

“Come on Trent just give it to me! Fuck me!”

“Say it then!”

“Alright Jesus christ, whatever you want!”

Boom! I shoved in my cock as far as it would go. Her vise-like tunnel opened for me under protest, but her juices eased the way. Still pulling her hair, I fucked her with long hard strokes. Pulling my wet cock nearly all the way out and slamming it back in. My thighs slapped against her ass cheeks and thighs. Jesus this felt good!

“Bark like a dog for me!”

“What?” she asked.

I pulled her hair more.

“Woof!”

“Again! Better this time!”

“ROOUUFF!”

“Good girl!” I patted her head.

I started fucking her faster. And faster. I had to let go of her hair and grab her hips just to hang on and stay aligned. I could hardly see my blurry cock!

Sweat dripped down my body as Kylie panted like a racehorse. But she was giving as good as she was getting. I grabbed her big fucking milking tit and squeezed it hard.

“Fuck… You!” she muttered in between her pantings. I grabbed the other one just as hard. I slowed my rhythm a bit; you can’t fuck lightning-fast just holding onto tits. Too much sway and freeplay.

My cock fell out and went low, fucking her thigh for a moment. She stopped while I got it back in. We resumed our furious fucking for a few minutes, panting and heaving and thrusting and straining. this was some serious fucking.

And then, it happened! Was it accidental? Was it maybe my fault? Did I rise up a little too much after that dick-fall-out a couple minutes ago? Or did she drop down a little?

Whatever, as I fast-fucked Kylie’s cunt, my cock slipped out again. Too rambunctious, I was. When I thrust forward again, it went back into a hole.

Except, it was a different hole than I was fucking a half second ago. This hole received a lot of lube from before, and her cunt juices fully coated my cock, so the lube situation was pretty good.

Still, it was quite a shock to Kylie to get a throbbing cock shoved all the way up her ass!

“GAAAAWDD!!” she shrieked and lunged forward, trying to lessen the impact and perhaps remove my cock from her ass. But I fell forward with her. She hit the bed face down with me on top of her, my cock impaled in her rather delicate area. I held still.

She strained for a few moments… then breathed again… and finally whispered to me between her panting.

“That’s… Richard and I… we never did this… just wait a minute…”

I stroked her hair and held still, although I flexed my cock a couple times. I couldn’t help it. I like being in virgin territory.

“Jesus,” she whispered again. “I just… wasn’t expecting… it took my breath away! I’m so… stuffed…”

I kissed her on her cheek and, ever so slightly, lifted my pelvis up. Didn’t even withdraw my cock, just relaxed some of the pressure. Then gently let it back down again as I rested.

“How’s that, baby?”

“It’s okay I guess… doesn’t hurt…anymore….”

I moved a little more, this time pulling my cock back just a little, so there was some actual friction. Some fucking. Some butt fucking.

Kylie lay there, accepting the new standard in ‘undignified’ behavior. I pressed a tiny bit more, tiny bit faster. A low moan escaped her lips.

“oooohhhhh that’s good that’s good that’s good…”

I sped up more, pulling farther out, and fucked her ass for real. She was fucking tight, but we had enough lube from her cunt. I couldn’t hold on long; this was way too much, both the physical feelings and the mental turn on. It’s not every day you get to ass fuck your hot sister.

I stopped for a second so I could jam one of the little pillows under Kylie’s cunt. She gratefully accepted it, and ground herself into it with each stroke of my pounding cock. We both grunted and wrestled like animals, I tried to fuck her as hard as I could, she tried to to meet me stroke for stroke but just gave up and let me pound her ass, forcing her cunt into the pillow. I shoved my hands under her chest, not an easy task but eventually was able to get some milky tits in my hands. The milk just flowed from the constant pressure.

Our sweaty bodies writhed against and with each other. I decided to strike up a conversation.

“So you… (pant)… liked the… movie.”

“unh… fuck yeah…”

“I showed… (pant)… it to the… sister bitches… fuck your ass (pant) is tight! They loved it. (pant). We had… an all-out… orgy afterwards”

Kylie rose up a little and turned her head back as much as she could. We both stopped moving for a few moments.

“No fucking way!”

“Yes Way,” I panted. “Holy shit I’m worn out! But yes, I fucked all of them.”

“Bullshit!”

“I’ve got crappy footage to prove it. And… AND!! They all went at each other, totally.”

“Bullshit again! Take your lying cock out of my ass and go jack off!” she teased.

“I swear, Kylie! They ate pussy, all of them. And shared my cum.”

“Even Whitney?”

“Even Whitney!”

“That’s fucking hot. You may resume the fucking, please!”

I smacked her ass, CRACK!

“Ow! What was that for!?”

“I dunno! Just thought it needed to be done!”

I pulled out almost all the way and dropped hard back in deep.

“Oh my God!” cried out Kylie.

I fucked her hard and fast again.

“Just… picture… Missy’s tongue… dipping into Whitney’s… hot cunt.”

Kylie just moaned. I pinched her tits.

“My sperm… was inside Whitney… and Missy… lapped it up like a cat.”

“Holy… unh… fuck!”

“Stacy was sitting… on Whitney’s face.”

“Jee-zus.”

“I can’t… Kylie… baby… I can’t hold on”

“Fucking cum in me! Cum in my ass, Trent!”

With a few final strokes, my cock reached it’s limit and erupted inside her dark tunnel. Like a pulsing firehose, it shot load after load deep inside my sister. The word “Awesome” is thrown around rather casually these days. But this was pretty fucking awesome!

I could feel the walls of her ass flexing, apparently my cum had set her off, too. I was a rag doll on top of her, but she dug into that pillow with her pussy until she couldn’t pump any more.

We both lay there, breathing hard, spent. I wanted to kiss her or something, but I just couldn’t muster the strength at that moment.

After a minute or so, I kind of slid off and out of her and rolled onto my back. Kylie managed to snuggle up beside me. Even though we were hot, she crossed a leg over me and pressed her chest into my side.

“Hey loverboy!” she cooed.

“‘Hey’ yourself!”

“You were right, anything can happen doing doggy!”

“You seem to be ok?”

“Yeah! It was very weird at first. And it was a shock, of course! At first, anyway. But then, it felt good. And then it felt great.” She stretched up and kissed me on the lips.

“I lost my virginity to my brother! You know I love you, right?”

“Well… I love you too, Kylie. But…”

“But? But what?”

“But I’m going to marry Whitney.”

Silence. Oh shit, she’s hurt.

Then, “Well, yeah. I mean, you’ve been going out for two years. I guess.”

I looked into her eyes. “I’m sorry?”

“Nah, don’t be. You guys are in love. Although I could actually picture being with you for a long time.” She was trying to make the best of it.

“I have to tell her about this,” I said.

“No, you don’t!”

“She’ll be fine… probably. And hey, she might even want to join!”

“Ohhh, ummmm… hadn’t thought of that. We’ll have to see, I guess. Not really on my bucket list, ya know?”

“Oh, bummer. Well we’ll see what happens. Hey, I need a shower and uh… so do you!”

“Brat!”

She checked on Jesse while I got the water running. When she came back we got VERY clean. Even her soiled ass. She sucked me off in the tub. And swallowed.

We went to bed with her laptop. I plopped the memory card in of my orgy with Whitney, Stacy, and Missy. Kylie really couldn’t believe her eyes. It was unedited, and much of the time the camera was just sitting on the table,but you could get a pretty fucking good idea of who was doing what.

Kylie scrolled back a few times to see Melissa dipping her tongue into Whitney’s cum-filled cunt. It was my favorite part too. Well, one of them. We managed to fuck once more that night.

And we fucked again before I left in the morning.

And she called me on my way home and masturbated for me.

– – –

Whitney and I talked when I got home, she was on another upside down shift. But we didn’t talk about Kylie. Mostly we talked about what had to happen to make this job change work. I had to change clothes and go to my old job. I needed to give my two days notice and try and get them setup for my departure. We needed to apartment shop this weekend, I didn’t want to commute an hour plus!

Then she let me know some news: Our bank already had half of the signing bonus deposited.

“Wow, that’s… quick.” I said, a little puzzled. this whole thing was happening so fast. I hadn’t even started yet.

My boss said the same thing. Aren’t I going too fast? This sounds too good to be true. I’m not all that smart etc…

Got an email from Richard saying that I am to report to Ken S. on Monday, but will be reporting to his gal Taylor when they get back from their far-east tour of Korea, Japan, then down to Singapore and Malaysia, then up to China. Glad that isn’t me. I like this country!

– – –

About 11 pm, I was getting ready to call it quits when Stacy called me.

“Congratulations, tiger! I talked with Whitney, she said you’re working late.”

“Thanks! Yeah, it’s very busy all of a sudden, trying to clean up this place before I go.”

“So you stayed at your sisters?” Zing!

“Yep.” Be cool!

“How was that?” I could detect an air of excitement in her voice.

“Uh, fine? Why?”

“I told her, Trent. I told her about the story, and that you wrote it!” Yeah, I found that out last week.

“Right, she mentioned something about that.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Well, dumbass! She had to have seen that half of it was about her! Or is she as dense as you are?”

“She uh, she kinda smirked a few times, I didn’t know why.” That sounds plausible. Normal people would try and be coy about it. If they even decided to do anything about it.

“Uh huh. Right. She smirked.”

“Yeah, whatever, Stacy.”

“You know, Trent. We used to hang out, Kylie and me. She was a fucking sex maniac, kind of like you. I don’t think she wouldn’t say anything.”

“I don’t know. Look Stace, I’m tired and trying to finish up here.”

“Sure, I get it. Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“You’ve got something to write about now, right? I mean, us sisters?”

“Oh yeah, tons of material!”

“And, maybe you could write about your sister again.”

“Why? There’s not much more to say.” Except that she can take a good ass-fucking. And she is a sex maniac.

“Right. I’m calling her next.”

Ahh crap.

– – –

Friday was a blur, again worked at my old job until almost midnight. They will survive, but it won’t be pretty for them. Sorry dudes! Gotta get mine, you know.

Kylie offered for Whitney and I to stay at her house this weekend while we apartment hunted. She’s so thoughtful, my sister. Yep. Just trying to help out her little brother. I noticed when I left, I forgot to grab that memory card from her. She’s probably been watching the Sister Bitches and I in our little adventure. Shit, I’ve got to film those better! We needed a cameraman.

By three o’clock on Saturday, Whitney and I were pretty pooped. We only saw one apartment that was worth a damn, but it was even smaller than our place we have now. Things are pricier down here near the city. Shit. We were having some cocktails on Kylie’s patio when she surprised the shit out of us.

“Whitney?” Kylie asked. “Did Trent tell you about Richard?”

“You mean, that he’s also apartment hunting? Yeah, I’m really sorry, I didn’t know what to say earlier.”

“Thank you. But to tell you the truth, I’m taking it better than I thought I would. Of course, Trent helped me through that first rough day and night.”

Gulp! I helped myself, is more like it.

“He’s so sweet!” Whitney chimed in.

“Yes, he comforted me when I really needed it. And I needed it a lot!” Kylie smiled all sweet and innocently at me.

“Well,” I sort of stumbled. “You’ve got to be able to count on your family, right?”

“So right!” exclaimed Kylie. “In fact, I want to return the favor. If you guys don’t find some place soon, you guys can stay here until you do!”

“Oh Kylie!” shrieked Whit. “That will help so much! But, you sure it’s not putting you out too much?”

“Oh don’t worry about it! I’ve got 4 or 5 bedrooms I’m not even using!”

“You know,” I said. “We really didn’t see much. Maybe we should spend tomorrow dragging some of our crap down here. Then next weekend we can concentrate on looking for a place. Would that be alright, Kylie?”

“Sure! Bring all your shit!”

We tinked our glasses in a toast to the new, albeit temporary, living arrangements. Of course, my brain was just running through all different kinds of schemes and scams, and good outcomes and bad ones, too. This could easily implode into a massive Black Hole…

Whitney and I helped Kylie cook up some steaks, au gratin potatoes, and a Caesar salad. Topped it off with a nice bottle of Justin Cabernet.

“Um…. how much is this wine?” asked Whit, after dinner. We were playing with Jesse, Kylie’s little baby girl.

“About, oh I don’t remember. 125 maybe?”

Holy shit! That’s like our alcohol budget for the month!

“Don’t worry Whit! Our boy Trent here will be making the big bucks here soon enough!”

Jess started fussing, despite Whitney’s attempts at soothing her.

“Help me get her ready for bed?” suggested Kylie. Whitney enthusiastically agreed.

“I guess I’ve got dishes then. Yay for me.”

Whitney carried Jess upstairs first. Kylie stopped for a moment, turned back to me and squeezed her tits for me! Then she went upstairs after the other two.

Doing dishes sucks. But it’s better than doing diapers. When I have my own kid, I’ll do its diapers. But I sure don’t need to do anyone else’s!

When I got done, I headed to the foot of the stairs. I could hear splashing and playing noises, sounded like baby bath time. I grabbed a cold one and went to the great room and turned on the TV.

Dick has some nice shit, I thought. 70 inch flatscreen. Awesome leather couches. Wonder what he’s going to leave here and what he’s going to take?

After my second beer, the girls finally came back down. They had changed into their sleeping stuff, and they were all giggly and weird. They re-filled their glasses and came and sat with me, Whitney snuggling up.

“What’s up with you two?”

They just laughed some more. Ditzy chicks. Whit didn’t have her bra on, just a little t-shirt and sleeping pants, also pretty much made of t-shirt material. Kylie had on a heavier shirt, but I could tell she was free-range, also. Things like that make my cock stir.

I finally had enough of the giggle twins and went to get another beer. When I came back, they were whispering.

“Alright!” I said, a little pissed off. “What’s the big secret?”

Whit started. “Well, if you must know–“

“When we were upstairs,” interrupted Kylie. “Whit was …wondering something.”

Pause.

“Yeah, well, what the fuck!” Patience isn’t one of my virtues.

More giggles. Jesus Christ. I held up my middle finger.

“Oh calm yourself, disckhead!” snapped Kylie. Always the loving sister. “I was feeding little Jess, and Whitney was wondering if I had ever, you know, tasted the milk.”

“And you said…?”

“I said I did!” The girls started laughing again.

“Then I asked Whitney if she wanted to try it. First she said no. But then, she changed her mind.”

Holy shit! I needed to hear this.

“So, uh… Whitney, how was it?”

“Well,” she began. “First of all, Jess went to sleep in her crib. Then we went to Kylie’s room to get these sleepy clothes. We were changing and, well, you can’t help but notice Kylie’s boobs. And, well, they were dripping. I asked if I could have some.”

I looked at her expectantly.

“So I got down on my knees and let some of it drip in my mouth.” Whitney paused for a moment, then she let out a big smile. “It was fantastic!”

“Holy shit!” I couldn’t believe it.

“But, well, it was just drops. Kylie told me to take a real taste.”

“No!” I said, egging her on. “You didn’t!”

“I did!” she beamed. “I sucked her tit and got more milk! A whole shitload of milk! God she has a lot, Trent! You should try it!”

Kylie gave me a knowing look. Whitney says I should try my sister’s milk. Um, been there done that! Also ate her out, fucked her, ass-fucked her… but I can’t let on.

“Well, I don’t know man. She’s my sister! That’s all kinds of fucked up!”

Whitney actually got a little mad at that remark.

“What do you mean ‘fucked up’? You didn’t think that the other day with Stacy and Melissa when… oh shit. Kylie, did Trent tell you about that?”

Yes I did. I told her everything. It got Kylie fucking hot.

“Um,” Kylie struggled. “Tell me, what?” Good girl!

“Well, we had some drinks the other day. And there was some, fooling around, with my sisters. And It wasn’t fucked up. Asshole!” Uh, now she’s more than a little mad. She moved away from me. on the couch.

“Whitney! No, it wasn’t fucked up! That just slipped out and I didn’t mean you! I just meant, well I thought you would think… or I thought you wouldn’t like the thought of…” Jesus I’m blowing it! Come on you stupid brain!

“You know, girls mess around sometime, it’s not a big deal. But boy/girl, brother and sister, it’s kind of a bigger deal and, most people would be creeped out by that. I’m sorry. Whit. Really.”

“Okay,” she relented. “I guess you’re right. That’s the normal reaction. But, this was something that I thought we could share. A new experience. I just wanted you to try it, not make a big deal about it.”

I leaned over and kissed her deeply for a few moments. I gently touched her cheek.

“I’m sorry. I would love to try it.”

“Good. I just want to know how you feel about it in case, you know, we ever…”

“Have a baby?” I asked.

She nodded.

“I would love to have a baby with you, Whit! And I’ll love everything about you. Every step of the way.”

We kissed some more.

“Well,” interrupted Kylie. “I guess I’ll go upstairs now! You guys are so cute!”

“No wait!” said Whit. “I wanted Trent to try you. I mean, your milk. Can he?”

“Um, sure. I guess. I’ll get a glass then.”

“Ohhh, he can just have some straight, I think.” I do love this girl Whitney!

“Well,” said Kylie. “Here ya go, then.”

She pulled up her shirt, exposing her huge left tit. I breathed in sharply and my cock began expanding. Kylie stood in front of me.

“Go on, honey, really.” Whit seemed insistent. I can’t deny her.

Kylie’s tit loomed in my face. I moved in, placing my lips around her aereola. I sucked her nipple into my mouth. Milk flowed instantly. Warm, slightly sweet, mother’s milk. I sucked greedily, swallowing all of it. I made lots of “mmm-mmm” noises while I looked Whitney in the eye.

“You getting some?” she asked.

I pulled off and opened my mouth. Milk ran past my lips, dripping to the floor.

“Well don’t waste it!” Kylie said, excitedly.

I got back on and sucked for at least a minute. Needless to say, my cock was near burst levels.

Then Kylie said, “Whit, the other one’s leaking now. Would you maybe like some more?” She pulled her shirt completely up, exposing her other tit.

I looked at Whitney as she sucked on my sister’s right tit, while I sucked the left. Both of us sucked and slurped and swallowed all we could.

“Hey guys, um,” began Kylie. “I’m getting weak in the knees. Can I sit down?”

We made room for her on the couch, then both re-attached ourselves to her lactating breasts. Whit and I put an arm around each other, and simultaneously began caressing Kylie’s boobs with our free hand.

After swallowing, I pulled off and told Whit to also pull back. Then we squeezed Kylie’s tits together, and sprayed our faces down! It was 4 or 5 tiny squirt guns shooting out of each nipple! We all laughed as Kylie drenched our faces with the spray.

“Whitney?” Kylie asked. “Will you… will you give me some?”

Whit proceeded to latch on and get a mouthful. Then she moved up to where her head was a little above Kylie. My sister opened her mouth, and Whit let some milk escape, dripping it into Kylie’s mouth. Whit opened wider, and she poured the rest into Kylie’s mouth. Whitney moved in a little and kissed Kylie gently. Their open mouths searched each other, little strings of milk formed between their lips.

Whitney raised her arms up, I helped take off her skimpy shirt so her tits could be free.

Kylie grabbed her breasts and squeezed them, hosing down Whitney’s breasts. So much milk, it looked like Whitney was now lactating! Then Kylie bent down and licked and sucked on Whitney’s tit. At this point, I had backed up a little so I could get a better view. And it was a nice view; my sister sucking on my girlfriend’s tits. I decided to tease my sister a little.

“So, uh, Kylie. I thought this wasn’t on your bucket list?”

“I’m getting used to it!”

“You don’t mind me too much?” Whitney asked Kylie.

“Here,” Kylie responded. “Help me out.” And she brought one of her breasts up to her face. She licked her dark brown nipple; milk flowed out and dripped down the length of her upturned breast. Whitney leaned in and helped to tongue Kylie’s nipple. The white milk intermingled with their pink tongues.

They took turns sucking Kylie’s nipple. Sometimes they swallowed, sometimes they let the milk ooze back out. They kissed and frenched each other. Lots of little moans and smacking noises. Mind you, this is all happening about a foot from me.

My cock basically yelled at me to get involved. And, selfishly, I did!

I stood up and started unbuttoning my pants. The girls paused for a moment, but I told them to keep going. I finally freed myself of my stupid clothes and stood there for a moment. Pre-cum oozed out and formed a droplet at the tip.

I grabbed my penis. It throbbed at my touch, thankful for some contact. With my other hand on the couch back supporting me, I leaned in and pressed my rigid cock right into the middle of the action.

Both girls giggled at the new player. Kylie was holding back out of respect for Whitney, who began licking the tip.

“Come on!” she whispered to Kylie.

As my cock pressed into Kylie’s warm titflesh, both girls began licking my cockhead and shaft. Somebody squeezed Kylie’s tit and her nipple fountained out a ton of milk on my cock, their faces, my thighs.

“Go on,” urged Whitney. “Grab it.”

Kylie looked a question at Whit, who nodded in the affirmative. Kylie shrugged her shoulders and smiled, and gripped my cock, hard.

She stroked upwards just once, and a minor flood of pre-cum poured out of me onto her tit.

“Get some!” said Whit.

Kylie paused a moment, then placed her warm lips around my penis head. With a big “Mmmmmmm!” she put more and more of it down her throat. She let go with her hand and took me down completely. She bobbed a couple times, then came up for air.

“Holy shit, brother!” she exclaimed. Whitney immediately gulped down my cock, covered as it was with Kylie’s saliva. They traded off doing that a few times.

“Um… girls…” I warned.

“Oh shit,” said Whit. “He’s gonna blow! Get ready!”

And ‘blow’ I did! Whitney death-gripped my cock and gave it a couple hard strokes, right beneath my cock head on the special spot. Kylie squeezed her tit to provide some milky lubrication.

“Holy fucking christ I’m cumming!”

The girls went cheek-to-cheek and opened their mouths just in time as my steaming hot cum jetted out of my cock. Waves of pleasure rocked me as pulse after juicy pulse of cum shot onto their faces; some on their cheeks, some on their noses and foreheads and eyes, and lots in their mouths. And the rest of it dripped onto Kylie’s nipple and tit, setting just beneath their chins.

“Hold still!” I commanded. “Don’t move a muscle!”

I fumbled in my pants for my cell phone. Finally found it.

“Okay… don’t move… okay smile! Good. Again… great… now touch your lips together… great.”

I switched my cell phone to video mode.

“Okay,” I said. “Do whatever!”

Both girls swallowed what they had in their mouths, then began kissing each other. The cum from Whitney’s nose pressed into Kylie’s cheek. Kylie began licking Whitney’s face, cleaning her up. She made a big production out of getting the cum, MY cum, into her mouth and swallowing it.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she said, straight into the camera. “I love my brother’s cum.”

“You’re such a cum-slut!” countered Whitney. “I love it more!”

And Whitney hoovered up the cum on Kylie’s face. Then she grabbed my cock and milked out more and swallowed that down. She frantically grabbed Kylie’s tit and licked and sucked my cum from the nipple and skin, getting some milk with it, of course.

I captured all this on my little phone cam. It’s not great, but it isn’t bad, either. I gotta spend some of that signing bonus and buy a fucking real camera!

I sat down on the couch next to Kylie, temporarily spent. Whitney sat on my lap and kissed me deeply. I could taste my cum on her lips. Kylie was right there, rubbing my back. Whitney pulled back, I turned and kissed Kylie. Our tongues gently explored each other’s moist mouth. As far as Whitney knew, this was our first kiss. I made it look good.

“Alright already!” joked Whitney. “You guys forget I’m right here?”

“Sorry babe! I love you, Whitney. Truly. Thanks for suggesting the, um, taste!”

“Yeah, well, go eat some cookies or something. You’re going to need your strength. You aren’t done here yet. Not by a long shot!”

I did actually get up and went to the kitchen to get some chocolate chip cookies.

“I’ve got milk for you!” teased Kylie.

I came back from the kitchen with my cookies in hand. Kylie was crawling on top of Whitney like they were going to get into a sixty-nine, but instead she stopped short so they were just sucking each others tits.

Just… sucking each others tits. Like, you know, that happens every day to me. Right.

I took some more pictures. Ate some cookies. My cock said ‘let’s get in there man!’ but I told it to shut up and watch for awhile.

If my girlfriend and sister want to eat each other out, they don’t need any interference from me!

I grabbed my phone and started video-ing again.

I couldn’t wait to show Stacy and Missy!

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To be continued!

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I have noticed that my more recent stories have been getting longer, so here for a change is something a little shorter. It is a kind of companion piece to my very first story (Shoplifter Surprise), although the location and characters are different. The story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

I had no idea that I could be so easily seduced. All it had taken was a few glances, a couple of touches, and here I was, in less than five minutes, spreading for a total stranger – why, I didn’t even know her name!

In truth, I was simply gagging for it, and perhaps it showed somehow, radiating subliminal signals to anyone attuned enough to pick them up. I was sixteen and a half, a lesbian without a lover or any prospect of one (in fact, with no sex life at all), and I would have gone with any woman who made a pass at me – I just wish some of them had known that!

So here I was, a demure-looking schoolgirl, pretty as a picture in my uniform of navy blue unbuttoned cardigan, matching pleated skirt, white knee socks, crisply-ironed white shirt and striped tie – underneath all of which was a frustrated sapphic slut just begging to be let loose. I nicely look my age, perhaps even a little less, with my open features and slightly snub nose. My eyes are a clear grey, and my hair – light brunette which I streak with a little blonde colouring – falls straight from a single centre parting to hang below my shoulders, where it ends in slight curls and twists. My figure is slim, but with more than hints of the woman to come; at the moment there is more curve to my ass (which juts out fetchingly) than my tits, which are still only an A cup – but heading soon to upgrade to a B. My misleading look of innocent purity was completed by the modest plain white bra and panties I was wearing underneath.

It was a weekday afternoon, and I was idling time away after leaving school, doing one of my favourite things – browsing the women’s clothes in our town’s largest department store. I was enjoying looking at the ‘little black dress’ selection, inspecting one or two, and fantasising about having them unzipped and peeled away from my body by someone really sexy – like, say, Ms Carraway, a busty good-looking teacher in her late 20s who I had a real crush upon, but who disappointingly seemed to be heterosexual or an adherent to the rules (or probably both!).

At that time of day, the store was not very busy, and I couldn’t help noticing a woman who was also checking out similar racks of dresses. She looked to be in her late twenties, and was smart and attractive. She was stylishly but simply dressed, wearing a classic style of short black dress, low-backed with single spaghetti straps, that contrasted with a plain white short-sleeve top. On her feet were pointed-toe black heels, her slim legs were encased in plain black panty-hose or hold-ups, and she was carrying a largish black handbag. Her hair was blonde (but from a bottle, not natural), of similar shape and length to my own, but somehow more adult in cut. I saw from the corner of my eye that she had a good figure: slender waist, nice neat ass, and the rounded swell of medium-sized shapely breasts.

In the natural way of things, our glances met a few times, and on the third occasion she smiled at me – and so I smiled rather shyly in return. It was enough of a bridge for an opening gambit, and she moved a couple of feet nearer to stand beside me, apparently interested in the same black party dresses. She made a casual remark – I have no recollection now of what it was – and I replied, and we chatted for a moment or two in the inconsequential way of passing strangers. However, I couldn’t help feeling that she was appraising me in some way, and certainly her eyes ran a couple of times up and down my body, and a slight gleam came into her eyes. That might have been because I was checking her out as well – and, being young and inexperienced, was probably rather more obvious about it.

After a moment, she said something like: ‘Well, I shouldn’t keep you – you’re such a pretty girl, I’m sure you’ve got a boyfriend waiting for you somewhere!’

‘Oh, no!’ I assured her, with vigorous emphasis, ‘nothing like that, I don’t have a boyfriend’; and then I artlessly added: ‘I’ve got lots of time, really.’

I suppose my subconscious could have made it a little less subtle – like maybe unfurling a huge banner proclaiming ‘fuck me, fuck me, fuck me’.

The woman had an attractive smile, which warmed my stomach and loosened my hips. She turned aside (letting my eyes fall on the profile of her bust – nice, oh very nice!), and picked up the dress that she had been looking at a few minutes before. She held it up, and said:

‘I think this would look good on you – you have such a nice figure.’

I was flattered and thrilled, blushing and mumbling back something inane like: ‘Oh, really? Do you think so?’

‘Mmm, yes!’ she said, and followed with a certain emphasis: ‘I’m quite sure – I know what I like’.

Without saying anything more, she held the dress against my body, her hands lingering far longer than could ever have been necessary in an innocent encounter. Seeing that I made no complaint or resistance, her touch became firmer and bolder, cupping and stroking my breasts through the three layers of thin fabric – the black dress, my school shirt and my soft cotton bra. Her thumb rubbed from side to side across my nipples, bringing them almost instantly to a hard, tingling erectness – which she must have detected.

One of her hands smoothed the short sexy dress down over my stomach to my upper thighs, and then pressed in firmly between my legs, pushing against my Venus mound. I gave a gasp, made up of one part surprise, two parts arousal and three parts desire. She slid her hand down my crotch, unerringly tracing the fold of my cleft, and then quickly thrust under my school uniform skirt and cupped my cunt. The feel of her fingers on my pussy, separated only by the thin layer of my cotton panties (now quite damp and clinging), was unbelievably exhilarating. It was such a sexual rush, such a release of my intense longing and desire, that I almost fainted. I moaned softly, hardly able to believe my luck – there was not a shred of doubt that I was being propositioned sexually; at long last, it was happening, and I would gladly give myself without a second’s hesitation.

All the time, whilst she was caressing me, her gaze had been locked on mine, holding me transfixed. In fact, one thing that made her physical advances so arousing was that she did not look at what her hands were doing, confident that they had reached their target and were attaining their mission objectives. My pupils were dilated, my nostrils were flared, my face was flushed and my breathing was coming in short shallow pants – it was clear from this, and my sopping pussy, that I was more than ready to be plucked and fucked. The blonde woman smiled in satisfaction, and said quietly:

‘I want you, come with me – I know where we can go, there’ll be no problem.’

She gave me the black dress to hold, took my other hand in one of hers, and quickly led me through the clothing department to the fitting-rooms in the far corner. They are surprisingly spacious, almost as if they had been designed to allow you to take a friend in with you. Best of all, they did not need to be regulated by a member of staff, because all of the merchandise was electronically security-tagged, and there were also cameras at various places around the store. At such a quiet time, there was no one about to notice us; the blonde woman and I slipped into the end fitting-room together, and she clicked the plywood door closed behind us. I hung the black dress on one of the hooks provided on the wall – both of us knowing that it had nothing to do with why we were there.

I leaned back against the rear wall, my tongue wetting my lips in anticipation, and for a tantalising moment we just looked at each other, consumed with lesbian lust. Then she stepped closer, undid my school tie and unbuttoned the shirt, pulling it sideways to expose my chest and my budding breasts, encased in a girlish plain white cotton bra. She ran her fingertips below the cups, which had an electrifying effect, and then traced around to the nipples. With a deft movement, she scooped both of my tits out of their bra caps and bent her head to suck on each of them in turn. I gasped with the tingling stimulus of pleasure that resulted, as the sensuous tickle of her blonde hair fell across my shoulders and my upper chest.

In response, I hoisted my skirt up to my hips and thrust my pelvis forward, legs spread slightly apart. The delectable blonde’s hand almost instantly slipped inside my panties to feel me for a while, until with one hand I pulled the gusset aside to expose my cunt, spreading my legs still wider. Her fingers stroked me again, rippling teasingly along my slit.

‘Are you a virgin?’ she asked. I replied that it was OK, she could go ahead – I had seen to that myself (although, in truth, this had not been by calculation: I knew where my mother kept her vibrator, which I used on myself when alone in the house for an evening, but a few weeks before I had got carried away and thrust it in too hard, breaking my own hymen).

The blonde woman dropped to her haunches, bringing her face level with my cunt. Using two fingers, she spread my labia apart and prised open the pink treasure hole between, and her mouth fastened onto my pussy. After a moment, her tongue moved up to the top of my slit, searching under the clitoral hood for the sweet nub itself; in its place, two fingers were pushed deep into my vagina and began pumping in and out.

Whilst she was doing this, she tucked her own skirt around her hips and thrust her unoccupied hand between her legs, pulling aside her panties and frigging herself even faster and more roughly than she was doing to me. We both began to breathe raggedly, to gasp quietly and to start to shudder, building our way to a climax – of what would be, for me, my first orgasm from the ministrations of another lesbian, which I considered to be my true loss of virginity.

At that moment, utterly without warning, the fitting-room door was whisked open (Jesus Christ – hadn’t she locked it?!!), and our making-out session was interrupted by the uniformed female store security guard. Her body loomed over the crouching blonde, one hand descending to grip her shoulder. As I stared this astonishing apparition in the face, I emitted a strangled high-pitched shriek – partly of horror at being discovered and exposed, with all the consequences which would flow from that with family, friends and school, and partly of desperate frustration. No, no! – the cup (or rather, cunt) could not be dashed from my lips in this way, it just wasn’t fair! I was on the point of bursting into tears, when I noticed two unexpected things: the security officer was smiling at me, with hungry desire in her eyes, and the woman eating my pussy seemed to be not in the slightest bit surprised or alarmed at this intrusion into our impromptu love-nest.

The guard gave me a wicked grin, and said: ‘I see you’ve met my bitch, then?’ She gave a firm and possessive caress to the top of the blonde woman’s head, fortunately not interrupting the slurping of the latter’s tongue in my vagina and the mounting bursts of wild sensation that were coursing through me in response.

‘Or, rather, she’s met you, pretty titties, hasn’t she?’ And to my delight, the uniformed guard pulled the booth’s door closed behind her – and locked it (yes!!). She reached forward and stroked my breasts, taking one of my stiff nipples between her first and second fingers, and squeezing it firmly. The effect sent a new wave of arousal which somehow amplified those radiating from my cunt.

I stared at the security guard, open-mouthed until she leaned closer and kissed me, her warm tongue pushing between my lips and sweeping around my gums like a cavalry charge. She was a handsome woman in her early thirties, a little taller than her companion. Her mid-brown hair fell from a centre parting in a straight cut that was attractively shaped to frame her face, longer at the front of her neck than at the back. Her warm brown eyes were highlighted by dark make-up, and her full lips were accentuated by a rose pink lipstick which contrasted well with the faint olive tone to her skin – a hint of something Mediterranean, perhaps French or Italian, in her ancestry. Her uniform added to her authority and charisma; she was outfitted in black boots, a fairly short and tight black skirt, a shirt in light brown or khaki, with a contrasting dark brown tie and uniform cap.

The guard’s hands did not falter in their fondling of my breasts, whilst the blonde woman – her lover, I now understood – increased the tempo of her pussy-munching. Under the combined attentions of the two women (Oh, wonderful, how could I be so lucky! I thought), I soon recovered my nerve, and my body began again to enter the throes of sexual climax. I was less audible now, because the uniformed guard had her mouth mashed against mine, French kissing me vigorously. She had one of my breasts in each hand, stroking, squeezing and teasing by rubbing the palms of her hands across them and then trapping the tit between two fingers and pulling on it. Down below, the blonde was still giving me the full benefit of her skills with her mouth and one hand (and she was clearly a practiced pussy-eater), whilst shafting her own cunt with her other hand. My own hands were splayed out against the wall on either side of me, partly to steady myself lest the fireworks exploding in my body and brain should cause me to faint, and partly to brace myself and push my pelvis outwards so that the blonde woman could get at more of my pussy.

The sensations mounted like a ride on a jerky escalator, but always heading to the top. At last, I reached the crest and plunged over, stunned by the explosive pleasure of my first-ever full orgasm. Tears were streaming down my cheeks – tears of release and relief, tears of delight and joy. The uniformed guard produced a tissue from somewhere, and with gentle solicitude wiped my eyes dry, murmuring ‘there, there, baby doll, you’re just fine now’. Her partner gave me some last licks on the cunt, lapping up my juices, and then rose to her feet and kissed her lover, who drew my taste into her mouth, savouring it. I noticed the two women briefly exchange a glance and a nod.

The brunette guard turned back to me, and for a moment her hand explored my pussy, slipping a finger into me for an inch or so. I gave a sigh of pleasure and tried to spread my legs further apart for her, responses which she noted with an approving smile. She told me that what she intended to do to me would get too noisy for here, and so the blonde and I smoothed down our clothes and followed her across the shop floor, into the lift, and down to the security office in the basement. This was quite a bare room, with two desks and a couple of chairs, some lockers against one wall and, along the other, the most useful thing of all – a sturdy camp bed covered with a large grey blanket.

It became apparent that the blonde woman was not only the security guard’s lover and live-in partner, but her work colleague as well – in fact, she was the undercover plain-clothes store detective. No wonder that she had the time to cruise the various departments, making casual soundings of the attractive women or pretty teens who she encountered. It was their practice, when either of them spotted someone who they thought might be receptive, for the blonde to start the opening moves whilst the uniformed guard watched through the security cameras. If the blonde could persuade her prey to come into the fitting room, the guard allowed five minutes for things to get hot and then staged the ‘discovery’.

‘Nearly all of the lesbians in this town pass through our hands, at some point or other,’ said the uniformed guard with evident satisfaction. ‘After all,’ she continued, ‘most women shop here at least sometimes, and we are pretty good at picking out the vibes from the lezzies, whether they’re fourteen or forty – it’s just something in the way they are looking at the other women, checking them out.’

‘It’s true’, affirmed the sexy blonde, ‘especially if you watch how they look at a pretty young chick, or someone with a short skirt or a lot of cleavage showing. I mean, straight women will look too, of course, it’s instinctive to take note of the competition, but us lesbos have a different kind of interest, another way of doing it, with just a special sort of glance – and we are experts at spotting that!’

They explained that, as a result, they were at the centre of a wide lesbian network, having roles varying from match-makers to party organisers. In particular – and my interest in this was obvious – they could put young teens in contact with experienced mature women who had a place where both could enjoy mutual pleasure, the older woman tutoring the young girl in the lesbian arts. This sounded good, so good – and it had all been here, been going on under my nose, and I never knew it before!

I asked tentatively whether there was any danger of their activities being found out by the store manager. The uniformed guard replied with a derisive laugh:

‘That dyke bitch? No way – she has a thing for young black chicks, and the deal is that if we get one of them, we break her in and then pass her pussy upstairs to the boss. That keeps her happy – and her mouth full of black cunt, just the way she likes it!’

‘In fact’, added her blonde lover, eyeing my school uniform, ‘the last black bitch to drop her panties for us was wearing the same uniform you are – I’ll bet you know her, she was hot stuff.’ I gasped in wet arousal at the prospect that any of the girls at my school, black or white, was an active promiscuous lesbian.

The uniformed guard took up her stance, leaning back against one of the desks, her hips resting against its edge and her feet about a yard apart. The blonde woman gestured me to kneel in front of her lover, and I hastened to comply – for it heralded another first, one in many ways I was looking forward to most: my first turn at making love to another woman, my first taste of female cunt. As I assumed my position, the blonde slowly pulled up the other woman’s uniform skirt, like the lifting of the curtain at the theatre for act one of the play. There came into view a stunning sight, for the brunette had a traditional taste in underwear: her old-fashioned stockings were held up by straps from a lovely garter belt in a soft lilac colour, with matching panties that were decorated with sections of black lace. With a sense of wonder, I slipped a finger inside the waistband of her panties at each side, and felt a luxuriant thrill as I slowly drew them down her legs. This revealed to my delighted gaze her protruding and completely shaven pudenda, glistening along its central slit with a sheen of wetness.

The security guard took over the duty of holding up her skirt, as the blonde woman transferred her attention to her partner’s uniform shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling it back to hang from the shoulders. This revealed the bra that completed her lingerie set, its lilac side panels and cups decorated with black polka-dots, and with the top half of the cups made of the black lace. She had firm breasts, medium-sized but probably at least one cup size larger than those of her blonde companion. The latter began to caress these with one hand, whilst with the other she gave an encouraging push on the back of my head, impelling my mouth forward onto her lover’s pussy, and avidly watching everything that I did.

I tried to remember how the blonde had serviced me, and did my best to emulate it – an effort which turned out to be pretty good, from both the noises and physical reactions which followed. When I found what I was sure must be the nub of the woman’s clit with my mouth, I sucked and licked it as firmly as possible, and pushed my index finger deep into the vaginal hole, savouring its warm and wet muscular strength. After I had pulled this in and out a dozen or so times, at increasing tempo, she suddenly shouted: ‘Oh, fuck – I’m coming, I’m coming! – yeah, now baby, fuck me now!’ I was electrified, and gasped as her hips juddered violently and sweet juices ran out of her pussy all over my face and hand. I felt wonderful – I had made a woman orgasm, and had enjoyed it so much I thought that I had probably come myself when she did.

Finally, they gave me the last step in my initiation into fully-fledged lesbianism – my first ever full penetrations by another woman. The guard removed her skirt and shirt, remaining a true vision of female dominance in her boots, stockings, garter belt and bra, whilst her blonde companion stripped down to just her hold-ups and bra. From one of the lockers, the guard produced matching strap-on dildos, and they each fastened one into place. My eyes bulged at the sight: I did feel a moment of anxiety, but nothing was going to stop me now. I shed everything except my white knee socks and lay down on the camp bed, legs spread open. The guard knelt between my thighs, and with a firm forward push inserted her dildo into my pussy, whilst her lover offered her plastic rod to my mouth, and I sucked on it as the brunette began shafting me in the missionary position. I was too inexperienced to be able to hold back my orgasm for long, and within a minute or so my back arched, I thrust my hips into the air, my fists beat on the side of the bed, and I gave an ululating cry of ecstasy.

It had been amazing and wonderful, but I found that the next stage was even more to my taste. After the brunette pulled out of me, her blonde companion got me to roll over onto my hands and knees, my ass thrust up and out at her. She scratched my back for a moment (very sensuous, let me recommend it), reached under to squeeze my tits again, and then the next thing that I felt was the tip of her strap-on nudging between my gaping labial lips. The blonde took a firm grip at my waist, and with a smooth thrust slid the plastic phallus deep into my well-lubricated hole. The arousal and eroticism was indescribable, and in this way I discovered my favourite sex position. I squealed with pleasure, and my begging encouragements for her to be harder, faster and deeper produced the requested result. I felt almost as if I was on the end of a battering ram, and my breaths became strangled gasps and shudders as I was bowled along into the biggest, best, most bone-shaking orgasm of them all.

After it, I was weak and exhausted, but deliriously happy. As I lay on the camp bed between them, my body receiving their gentle fluttering kisses and caresses, my thoughts returned to the tale of the black girl from my school who had eagerly responded to their advances – and who, I suddenly realised, had also been taken by the same strap-ons that had just been shafting my own pussy. I wheedled more details from them, until suddenly the blonde detective recalled that she had kept some of the security camera film from that day (which had been about four weeks ago). She put it in the video player, and my knees buckled with surprise when I saw who it showed. I recognised her at once, of course, with mingled shock and instant blazing lust, for she was indeed gorgeous and beautiful. Miranda was none other than Deputy Head Girl of the school, someone I had always thought of as a swot and a complete goody-goody. She was openly very Christian and moral, although as her father was an evangelical preacher, maybe she didn’t have much option there – in fact, I mused, watching Miranda’s eager response to the blonde woman, as she hurried with her into the fitting room, maybe her surface appearance was all just an act, maybe she was just like me, a lesbo slut gagging for pussy.

I thanked them both profoundly – for giving me my first lesbian experiences in such a fantastic and complete way, and for the information about the full-breasted black babe. Even if she was regularly spreading for the store manager, there must be plenty of other times when she was on her own, and perhaps she would be keen to have a girlfriend who shared her tastes – and who tasted her. I tottered from the building, sore and a bit bruised between the legs, but wonderfully fulfilled and transported with excitement at the prospects so suddenly opening up ahead of me.

Before I left, the blonde woman gave me her mobile phone number and said to call them if I wanted more; if I did, they would give me directions to their house, where I could come and be fucked all day on Sunday; I could also then arrange to be put in touch with some other women. I walked out into the street, stopped under the awning at the shop’s front, and rang the number immediately. The blonde woman answered, and laughed when she realised who it was.

‘Tell me now, please, and I’ll be there’, I said, ‘I just can’t wait!’

And I couldn’t, not only for Sunday but also for the very next day … never had I been so impatient to get to school before, where I was longing for a quiet word with our stunning, curvaceous and – it would seem – lesbian Deputy Head Girl.

If you enjoyed this, check out ‘Shoplifter Surprise’ and my other stories … you might like them too … (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

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Julie is a hot 13 year old, who is seduced by her lovely neighbor. Little do the lustful couple know, Julie’s Mom Ann, sees the whole thing. And it turns her on!

“Mrs. Lyon, you just don’t understand,” Julie Walker was saying, “I love my mother… we’ve got a really beautiful thing between us, you know?”

Julie lay on her back, the young blonde tilted her head lazily, her eyes searching the cloudless sky, her bare toes playing little games with the golden brown grass that covered Mrs. Lyon’s back yard.

“I mean, my mother doesn’t try to control me the way some mother’s do. She treats me like an adult, so there isn’t any need for me to set boundaries with her. I mean she’s my best friend, you know?”

Mrs. Lyons took in the full length of the sexy 13 year old in front of her, and smiled, “I wonder if your mother is as understanding as you seem to think she is.

“Of course she is Mrs. Lyons!” said Julie, turning over

“Yes of course she is baby, I know it’s true. We have been neighbors since you were a baby and even when you were older, your mom took you everywhere as if were some kind of teddy bear or something…”

“A teddy bear!? I don’t think so. Mrs. Lyons you have never had a daughter, maybe its hard for you to understand the kind of love that exists between a mom and daughter.”

“Perhaps you are right,” said Mrs. Lyons, who couldn’t take her eyes off Julie’s tight little ass, “Anyway, it’s Saturday afternoon, and the sun is shining… let’s talk about something else. Are you having a good summer?

Julie looked over at her as Mrs Lyons managed to look the beautiful girl in the eyes. Julie sat up, her long blonde hair was tangled with strands of grass, and she se smiled at Mrs. Lyons. Julie had always thought that for an older woman, she must have been almost fifty, Mrs. Lyons was beautiful with her long red hair and her slim figure. Julie noticed that Mrs. Lyon’s one piece fit her like a glove showing off her flat tummy and her firm ass. Julie also notice the slight camel toe in the crotch of her neighbor’s swim suit.

Mrs. Lyons was amazed at how Julie’s face was almost an exact replica of her mother’s, with the same soft brown eyes and delicately formed features, but lacking the coolness, the distance her mother had cultivated. Julie was so young, only thirteen, but girl had a body that made the older woman’s pussy twitch. Julie had firm, rounded breasts and gently flaring hips, and soft smooth thighs that were tanned a delicious golden brown. Her slender arms reached out around her shapely legs, and clasped together tightly around her knees.

Julie glanced over at Mrs. Lyons, and tried to decide if the older woman was checking her out. She decided that it was silly to even suspect that Mrs. Lyons wanted her.

“Mrs. Lyons, you’ve known my mom a long time. She never talks about my dad, did you ever meet him. I mean did my mom ever have men around when I was younger.”

Mrs. Lyons closed the distance between them, placing her hand on the girl’s tanned shoulder. “To be honest Julie I never met your father, and your mother never said much about him.” Mrs. Lyons let her hand run through Juile’s soft hair picking out the bits of grass..

“No, there were no men to speak of. But there were women. Your mother was very close with a number of women before you turned five, then she stopped seeing them.” Mrs. Lyons moved her hand down to Julie’s warm back feeling the softness of her young skin. “I was envious, of all of them of course. Here’s a secret for you Julie, I have lusted after your mother for many years,” said Mrs. Lyons with a sigh.

Julie looked at her in surprise, but saw Mrs. Lyons was serious. She’d wanted her mother as a love all these years.

“Oh, Mrs. Lyons, I had no idea. I know my mother is beautiful but… did you ever tell her how you felt?” her breath was growing heavy at the thought of Mrs. Lyons and her mother, together, fucking. Mrs. Lyon’s hand kept rubbing her back and shoulders and it felt so good. Julie could feel her young pussy begin to tingle. She began to think that maybe she was wrong, maybe Mrs. Lyons did want her, because she looked so much like her mother. Julie closed her eyes and whispered, “Do you want me too, Mrs. Lyons.”

Mrs. Lyons leaned over to her, and drew her supple young body over to her,

“Oh yes Julie… I want you so badly it hurts,” Mrs. Lyons moaned.
Julie sighed, and eased herself into the curve of Mrs. Lyon’s soft sensual body. She snuggled up like an infant against her large breasts, and worked her face up against the Mrs. Lyon’s cheek, sighing with pleasure. She felt the Mrs. Lyon’s press the pussy against her hip, as they both wanted closeness, and giggling Julie reached down cupped her tanned hand over the crotch of Mrs. Lyons one piece. She was surprised to feel that it was nearly soaked through with pussy juices.

“Mmmm… oh Julie, yes touch me, feel how wet I am for you…” sighed Mrs. Lyons.

“Yeah, this is amazing Mrs. L., I often think about you when I’m in my bed at night, and imagine touching you just like this. It makes my little pussy so wet, “ said Julie blushing.

Mrs. Lyons turned Julie over onto her back, and pressed her breasts back against her small frame, as Julie pushed back against her. Mrs. L. reached under her skimpy bikini top and ran two fingers over one soft nipple, raising it to an instant hardness then pinching it firmly, before moving on to the girls other firm little tit.

“Oh Julie your little titties are amazing so firm and so soft at the same time,” he said breathlessly.

Julie moaned with the pleasure as Mrs. L began pulling on her hard little nipples. The young teen reached down seductively to slowly and pulled aside the thin material that covered Mrs. L’s cunt. Julie let her fingers part her neighbor’s slippery cunt lips and plunged two fingers inside.

Mrs. L, moaned and humped her pussy at the girl’s magical fingers forcing them deeper into her soaked cunt.

…

Ann Walker eased her SUV into the driveway. She noticed Julie’s bicycle was still locked by the garage. Julie had said she might go to the mall with her friends, but she must have made other plans. Ann opened the mailbox and was sorting through the mail when she heard sounds coming from the direction of her neighbor, Mrs. Lyons backyard. It sounded as if two small animals, dogs perhaps were rutting away with abandon. Silently, Ann moved around the garage and crouched by Mrs. Lyons fence. Peering through the fence boards trying to catch a glimpse of whatever it was making that arousing noice. She was soon surprised to hear what sounded like muffled voices as well, coming from inside her neighbors yard.
She crept around the side of the yard, and the sounds became more distinct. They were voices, she decided, and involved in a fairly intense discussion it seemed. If she just got a little closer she could perhaps just… Ann’s hand suddenly flew to her mouth, and she stifled a horrified shriek which threatened to burst from her constricting throat. As she stared through the fence. Her eyes grew wide with disbelieving shock, and she groped frantically grabbed the fence beside her to keep from falling.

For the words she had just heard distinctly were the unmistakable passionate tones of her own daughter, Julie, crying out madly: “Yes, Mrs. L, yes! Yes, I love your tongue in my tight little cunt! I love it inside, love it filling my cunt! Ohhhh! Fuck me, with that long tongue of yours fuck me like this forever! Ohhhhhhhh!”

Ann steadied herself and slowly lowered her trembling hand from her mouth. This can’t be true, she thought to herself wildly, I must have made a mistake! That’s not… it can’t be! She pressed her face against the fence, unable to break away.

Ann gasped almost audibly as her eyes took in the two people unaware of her presence. Her body tensed completely as she saw that they were both naked, and that the girl, with her legs spread wide, had long flowing blonde hair, just like her daughter’s. No, she tried uselessly to convince herself, it can’t be Julie!

But it was Julie, her face contorted in the twisted throes of a building passion, her long, slender legs draped over the shoulders of the woman who was eating out her pussy. Ann could see her little girls ass lift from the grass undulating grinding her pussy into the thrusting tongue of her lover. Ann sank to her knees, unable to even bear her own weight. Her daughter, her one love in life was making love to, to… Ann looked again, she was now certain, it was Heather Lyons, her long time friend and neighbor who was going down on her own daughter.

… Julie Walker lay flat on her back on the lawn as Mrs.L now lifted her head and twisted two of her long slender fingers in and out of her tight little cunt in a quickening rhythm. Julie groaned as her cunt walls slowly expanded her neighbors passionate probing. When her fingers were in her pussy as far as they could go Mrs. L lowered her mouth onto Julie’s throbbing clit, sucking it into her mouth then lapping it back and forth before pinching the love bud between her lips and teeth.

The tingling sensations coursed through Julies cunt and spread through her whole body sending little chills that began to run along the base of her spine as she felt the measured tempo of Mrs. L’s wet fingers push against her cunt walls at just the right place to drive her closer and closer to climax.

Julie’s naked body began to twitch and writhe under the assault of Mrs. L’s fingers and tongue, and she heard mewling sounds tumbling from her lips, incessant little noises of passion that bubbled uncontrollably from her sensually parted mouth. Mrs. Lyons came continued flick her tongue over and around the girl’s pink and sensitive clit.

“Oh fuck Mrs. L, you horney fucking bitch you are going to make my tight little cunt cum so fucking good! Don’t stop, don’t ever fucking stop!”

Julie spread her legs even further, her buttocks moving provocatively against the softness of the grass, her seething pussy contracting as the bliss-building sensations increased unbelievably with every stroke of Mrs. L’s fingers, and tongue.

With her free hand Heather Lyons reached between her own legs and parting her legs traped her throbbing clit between her knuckles and began grinding back and forth on the sensitive nub like a wild woman. Julie’s young pussy was amazing and the older woman cojuldn’t get enough of it. Julie cunt-flesh clasped at her thrusting fingers, and the girls juices ran down from her cunt and over her sweet little ass.

Julie began mewing and purring sounds filling the air as the hot young girls head rolled from side to side on the grass. Mrs. Lyons slipped a third finger into the virgin cunt and immediately Julie’s her hips started a slow, rotation around her thrusding fingers as the pushed deep into her young cunt. Julie clenched her teeth tightly, sensing she was close, so close.

Ann couldn’t believe her eyes as she watched her i young daughter thrusting her beautiful, hungry young pussy lewdly up against her neighbors face and fingers. Part of her wanted to scream out, to rush in and tear them apart, but she couldn’t. All the strength in her had instantly evaporated in the burning realization that Julie was feeling no shame, was in fact aggressively accepting an older woman’s passionate attention with an abandon and ecstasy that reminded her of herself when she was that age. Ann couldn’t take her eyes off Julie and Heather couple, her eyes riveted on the glistening area her own daughter’s cunt, how fiercely, Heather finger fucked and sucked her little girl.

Ann’s own body beginning to tingle with the unwanted vicarious thrill of Heather’s fingers sliding, in and out, of her daughter’s set young cunt. Her had went immediately under her short skirt ripping aside the thin crotch of her thong and plunging two fingers deep into her slick cunt hole.

She had been Julie’s age when she had her first affair with an older woman, the lady that sold cosmetics door to door to her mother. On one occasion her mother wasn’t home, and the beautiful redhead asked if she could paint her toe nails.

Ann too was in her bikini as she led the woman to the couch let her paint her nails the perfect shade of pink. Ann closed her eyes as the lovely woman kissed her way up her leg, and thigh and kissed her pussy through the thin fabric of her bikini. In seconds the woman had the bikini off and her tongue lodged deep inside Ann’s young cunt.

Ann thought about the incident as she peered at her daughter and Heather. Heather’ legs were spread giving Ann a perfect view of her shaved cunt. Heather was now fucking herself with three fingers as she worked three fingers of her other hand deep into her sweet little daughter’s pussy.

Ann remembered how the redhead smiled at her as if she were the most important girl in the world as she slowly eased her middle finger into Ann’s slick little cunt hole. Ann loved it, all of it and she came for the first time as the lovely cosmetic sales lady licked her stiff little clit and pounded her fingers in and out of her wet cunt.

Ann realized that she needed Julie in the same way, she need all of her, to love her that much. Then she heard her sweet girl cry out.

“Oh fuck yes! That’s it, bite my fucking clit you, hot fucking bitch, you are going to make me spill my little girl juice all over your fucking face!” Julie was now slamming her wet cunt flesh onto Heather’s fingers.

Julie”s eyes widened, as she felt an abrupt new wave of sensual saturate her whole tingling body. A maddening electric-like prickle began deep in her little cunt, spreading relentlessly over the raw nerve ends of her satin smooth flesh. She knew that a mass of exquisite sheen of sweat covered her body. She rotated her hips excitedly from side to side around Heather’s, plunging fingers. Heather plunged her fingers in to the hilt then circled the sensitive g-spot inside Julie’s cunt. Heather was herself approaching climax and pinched then twisted her throbbing clit to speed its coming.

Julie let her trembling, impassioned body hump up to meet every thrust of heather’s fingers.

Ann wanted to cum with her precious little girl and she pushed three fingers up against her own g-spot and let her thumb press hard on her stiff, pulsing clit.

Ann watch, fascinated by the lust in her little girl’s body as Julie’s moist, grasping cunt took Heather’s fingers, the thin pink ridges of inner cunt flesh pulling out and clinging to her neighbor’s graceful fingers as her luscious buttocks humped off the grass Heather’s tongue lashed mercilessly over Julie’s clit, and as Julie began to moan, like a bitch in heat, Ann could feel her climax begin to build deep inside her cunt.

Overcome with her own lust, Heather thrust her fingers wildly into her cunt and came squirting cum all over her lawn. Heather sucked down hard on her young neighbor’s cunt and let her teeth scrape over her tender clit flesh.

“Auuugghhh… ooohhhhh… ooohhhh,” Julie grunted she saw the cum squirting from Mrs. L’s cunt. “Oh… Ohooohhh… yes! Yessss! Here it cums! Oh my God! Now… Nowwwww! I-I-I’m cuummmiiinnnggg!”

Julie screamed and thrust her tight little ass off the grass and came so hard her whole body began to tremble and jerk uncontrollably, for the first time in her life her cunt began to squirt cum like a fountain, Drenching Heather’s face and body and flowing into the green grass of the lawn.

Julie’s beautiful mother let her fingers flash over her clit as she leaned against the fence for support; she bit her lower lip hard as she came like she hadn’t cum in years, sending a fine spray of cum down her legs and over the lower part of the fence, like a bitch in heat. Ann’s eyes wide with lust as she watched her thrashing young daughter in the throes of her climax.

Julie’s soft, lovely body seemed suddenly drained of everything and her limbs collapsed loosely on the matted grass as Heather crawled up to lay beside her. Julie lay spread-eagled and spent.

Ann Walker suddenly became aware of where she was, and what she had witnessed. She felt a strange sense of guilt invade her being; she had told herself that she wanted Julie, her own daughter as a lover.

Ann peered through the fence one more time, and saw that her daughter had reached over and cupped Heather’s cunt gently, as though it were a cherished doll she loved to play with.

She would need to leave and come back, and pretend she was aware of nothing. It wouldn’t be easy.

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This is the first in an occasional series of stories set at Hirstmere Hall, a girls-only boarding school in the south of England. It is the same location as my series ‘In The Headmistress’s Study’ (which I will be continuing), but those stories take place in 1961 and these are present-day. The story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

Parry! – lunge! – parry! – our blades made a sharp metallic sound as they clashed together. Then I over-committed myself in an attack and left an opening, which Miss Champney was quick to exploit. With lightning speed, the tip of her foil flicked against the padded collar of my protective tunic, and our practice bout was over. I wasn’t disappointed that she had won – she is my coach, and had been testing me on some new feints that she had demonstrated earlier in the training session.

My name is Rebecca, but everyone calls me ‘Becky’ for short. I am nearly sixteen and a half years old and a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an exclusive boarding school for girls in the south of England – what we in Britain call a ‘public school’, but which in the USA would be called a private school. As we live at the school during the term, it has many facilities to fill our leisure hours and occupy our energies, although quite a few of us engage in our own very unofficial activities … energetic ones, too … well, what do you expect with three hundred teenage girls all cooped up together? I’ve heard that the school was quite a lesbian hotbed in the past, back in the 1960s and 1970s; I don’t know about that, but there’s certainly plenty of girl-on-girl action available now, if you are inclined that way. I am – I’m so inclined that I’m not leaning, I’m horizontal; preferably in my second-most-favourite position, which is on my back with my legs spread wide apart, ready for a female fuck-fest.

Anyway, one of the additional sports offered at the school is fencing, which I took up with enthusiasm about a year ago, and I’ve made good progress. The fencing tuition is given by Miss Champney, one of the science teachers; she is very skilled at the sport, and when at university was a member of the national team. Being single and living here in the school buildings (she is one of the teachers who also supervises the residential side), she is able to give individual coaching lessons in the early evening to the older girls such as myself. She takes over the smallest of the school’s three gymnasiums for this, and always locks the door on the inside – she says it could be dangerous if someone came rushing in by mistake, not wearing a helmet or anything, and also that great concentration is needed and it is essential that there won’t be any distracting interruptions.

On this spring evening, I was having one of my twice-weekly individual coaching sessions with Miss Champney (I also attend the team practice with the other girls). We had been working energetically for over thirty minutes, and it was time to move on to the other part of the programme. I froze when Miss Champney’s blade scored its touch on my neck, and then moved only my right arm to point my own foil down and away to my side.

‘I submit’, I said, looking directly at her. Saying this, rather than the usual term ‘I yield’, was my signal that I felt had practised enough and – with her approval, and if she was satisfied with my efforts – we could now have a rather different type of workout. I held my breath, as for a long moment she stood as still as a statue, appraising me, and then she took a step backwards into the ‘at rest’ position, brought her foil to the front of her helmet in formal salute, and nodded once in silent permission. With a pleased sigh, I removed my fencing helmet and placed it and my foil carefully on the floor beside me. Then I took up the position of submission: I sank down onto one knee, the other on the wooden floor, and looked demurely downwards.

I know very well that I am an attractive girl, and I don’t try to minimise it. I am quite tall at five foot ten inches (and still growing, I will probably reach six feet), and this gives me a long reach that is an advantage in fencing – Miss Champney is an inch taller than me. Like her, I am quite slender with arms and legs that are slim but strong; as well as the gymnasiums, the school has a well-equipped exercise room with rowing machines, bicycles, weights, presses and so on – it’s quite a busy and popular place. We differ in other ways: I’m a brunette, with almost black hair, quite wavy and shoulder length – for fencing, I pin it up under my helmet – and I’m actually more curvy than she is! Miss Champney has quite thin hips and small breasts, whereas mine have filled out in the last year – not large, just nicely average or even a little less, pyramidal and pointy C cups. Miss Champney says rather disapprovingly that their weight on my chest will slow me down just that tiny bit which will prevent me from getting to the highest level in the sport, even though my eye, my reflexes and my instincts are all very sharp. However, I don’t mind – I enjoy fencing and can beat most opponents (not her, of course), but I’m not ambitious to make the Olympic team, as she did in 2000 when she was twenty.

As I knelt, looking downwards at my teacher’s white shoes, I felt the touch of her fencing foil once again. Its blunt tip moved across my padded body-tunic and came to rest with unerring precision over the nipple of my right breast, which instantly hardened in response to the firm pressure. Miss Champney moved the tip of her foil in a tracery around the tip of that breast and then across to stimulate its neighbour in the same way, making me give a slight moan of sweet arousal. Then she withdrew it, stepping back a pace into her previous position, and still without speaking a word. There was no need, for I knew exactly what to do – this was very far from being our first time. Even then, about eight months ago (Miss Champney had a little anticipated the understood, of course unwritten, rule at the school that teachers did not have sexual relationships with girls under the age of seventeen), I had been far from a lesbian novice. I have had affairs with my classmates since a week after arriving as a new girl, aged fourteen, when I found plenty of willing takers for mutual masturbation and wet sloppy cunnilingus, and I lost my virginity not long before I was fifteen to the strap-on dildo of one of the Sixth Form prefects – again, my height and growing figure, making me look older, led her also to sidestep another convention, which was that the seventeen and eighteen year-old Sixth Formers didn’t screw the under-sixteens. However, I was making no complaints either in that case or when Miss Champney first fucked me, after about two months of lessons – in fact, I deliberately enticed the prefect, who I had quite a crush on. The truth is that I have an unquenchable appetite for lesbian sex, and a wide and catholic taste in lovers: anyone from puberty to fifty, any race or colour, with only two total turn-offs – I can’t do the overweight, or those with bad breath (and I’m sorry, but that includes you smokers out there; I mean, seriously, would you want to kiss or lick an ashtray?).

So, still kneeling, I quickly unfastened the protective tunic that covers from the crotch to the neck, tossing it away to the side, and then I peeled away the sports bra which had kept my jutting breasts confined during the fencing lesson. Now that I was naked from the waist up, I resumed my pose of demure obedience. The fencing foil came into view again, and repeated its circling of my stiff pink nipples, the touch of the cool steel having an incredibly arousing effect. Miss Champney then moved it a little lower, running the tip along under each of my breasts, slightly lifting them as she did so. My nostrils flared, my breathing became a little ragged, but I made no other sound. Then the foil moved down my chest, circled twice around my navel, and stopped at the waistband of my three-quarter length white fencing trousers.

I held my breath. Would she, would she … oh, would she?

YES!!

My silent prayer was answered, as Miss Champney snapped the blade of her foil smartly up between my legs, giving an imperative double rap against the crotch of the trousers. They are padded slightly too, so again there was no discomfort – in fact, it turned me on that she had to deliver quite some force to get an appreciable feeling and sound. I bounded eagerly to my feet, and quickly discarded all of my remaining garments: shoes, socks, trousers and the already damp panties that had been underneath. Miss Champney handed me her foil, which I carefully put next to mine, out of our way, and then like a squire in some medieval tournament, I removed her helmet and unbuckled her tunic. When she was free from the helmet she tossed her head once, shaking her short blonde bobbed hair back into place, but otherwise she stood as still and silent as a statue.

Miss Champney’s breasts are nice but quite small, I rather think just A-cups, and she did not need to bother with sports bras – indeed, she had no bra on at all under the fencing jacket, so when I removed it she was naked from the waist upwards. As she stood quietly, but with a slight smile playing around her mouth and a gleam of desire in her eyes, I came back around to her front and bent forwards. I cupped her right breast in my hand, kissed her nipple, and then began quite vigorously to lick and suck it. After a few moments, as I heard her breathing quicken, she gave me a slight tap on the top of my head, which was the signal to transfer my attentions to her other breast. This I did, but still keeping one hand massaging her right breast with occasional tweaks of its tit.

The next signal came a few moments later – a firm downwards pressure on both my shoulders, quite unmistakeable in meaning. I relinquished her left breast with some reluctance – they may be smallish, but her tits really turn me on – and dropped to squat on my haunches in front of my lithe and attractive teacher. I undid the buttons and zip at the side of her trousers, and drew them down her legs; with a flick of her fingers, she indicated that her panties (a small bikini pair, just in plain white cotton) were to go now as well, and so they followed the trousers over her ankles as she lifted first one foot and then the other to allow me to remove them. Miss Champney was now entirely naked except for her shoes and short white ankle socks.

My squatting position meant that my face was just at the right level for her cunt, and I took a second to admire her lean flanks, trim hips and the curve of her pelvis – she had quite a wide gap between her legs at the top, and her mound jutted forwards, neatly shaven as always. Leaning forwards, I brought my lips up to it, giving first a soft kiss on her puckered and extended outer labia – a kiss of greeting and of reverence. Then I became more purposeful and energetic, and took a grip behind on her ass to steady and brace myself. I thrust my tongue into her vagina, tasting her slightly bitter juices, delving into her hole and then pulling out in order to sweep upwards, like a cavalry charge, seeking the treasure trove of her clit. My lips fastened around her pussy with limpet-like determination, sucking vigorously one second and then in the next plunging my tongue into her, penetrating her as firmly and far as I could reach.

Miss Champney began to lose a little of her poise and cool – which was what I loved about this part, because driving this very experienced dyke to climax gave me an amazing sense of sexual power. My teacher’s hips began to jerk in a rhythmic counter-response to my oral thrusts, and her breath broke up into ragged gasps. She reached for my shoulders again – not to send any signal to desist, but purely to steady herself. Then, quite suddenly, Miss Champney gave a harsh barking sound, grabbing my head and pulling my face almost suffocatingly into her cunt. This had the effect of rubbing my nose into the top of her vaginal cleft and under the clitoral hood, and I feverishly nuzzled her swollen nub. At the same time, my tongue – curled up for greater penetrative impact – never ceased to bore into her hole. After her broken cry, I felt all of my teacher’s muscles lock into rigidity during the powerful burst of her orgasm, and my tongue tasted the flow of fresh sharp pussy juice that almost squirted onto my tongue and cheeks.

Miss Champney spoke her first wards to me since the end of our fencing bout:

‘Thank you, Becky, that was very nice … very nice indeed. Now – take up your position!’

I obeyed with alacrity, lying down on my back on the thin rubber mat we used for the practice matches, and spreading my legs apart – I don’t shave my pussy (we schoolgirls aren’t allowed to, lest we injure ourselves with the naked blades), but I keep it carefully trimmed, with just a ring of short black hair drawing the eye to the pink cleft in between.

As soon as I was in place, Miss Champney straddled me, taking up the classic 69 position with her mouth going down onto my cunt and her ass above my face, her legs arched apart and giving me a full view of her gaping slit. I was eager to taste her again, and was stimulated near to frenzy by what she was doing between my legs – she was using both her fingers and her mouth to stimulate my vagina and clit, and to expert effect. I reached up to wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her pussy downwards to press against my mouth, and I began my second session of cunnilingus.

I was the first to come – that woman has such a deft touch, she can play me like a piano! I gave a kind of scream, and then spasmodically my butt jerked upwards and then thumped back on the mat three or four times in rapid alternation, and as I came my legs flopped sideways, even further apart. Miss Champney gave a final flick of her fingers on my clit, sending further orgasmic shivers through me, and then she reared upwards, squatting her cunt on my face. Her hands went to her own small breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples, and she rocked backwards and forwards, her eyes closed and her vagina grinding down against me. I managed to squirrel a hand in under her as well, and shoved two fingers into her pussy – in response, she shifted slightly further back, so that my mouth could devour her clit whilst I pistoned the fingers roughly and rapidly in and out of her sex-hole. Before long, she climaxed as well – her second orgasm, and I thought it seemed at least as powerful as the first.

My teacher climbed off my naked prone form, and then bent to give me a soft kiss, one of her hands gently tracing down my body to caress first my breasts and then tenderly to stroke my pussy. I stretched and purred like a cat … well, I am such a pussy-cat, it just seems right! Also, I was pretty sure that I would be getting my full reward tonight – it doesn’t always happen by any means, sometimes because there is not enough time left and sometimes, though not often, because I have not tried hard enough or concentrated properly during the actual fencing lesson.

Miss Champney looked down at me, and then her slightly sharp features melted into the attractive smile which I love, but which she rarely shows in class. She gave me a nod, and I scrambled round onto my hands and knees, my legs braced apart and my ass up in the air. After a moment, I sensed Miss Champney standing behind me, and then I felt the cold steel nub of her fencing foil. She drew it across my back, and then with tantalising slowness – but wonderful effect – scraped it down my spine to rub against the small of my back. Then, as I waggled my ass in the air as eagerly as a young puppy wagging its tail, the flattened tip of the foil moved on, down the cleavage between my ass-cheeks, around my anus, and so reached its prize – the base of my pudenda: soft, wet and hanging open. Miss Champney changed tactic; up to now, she had exclusively used the tip of the sword, but now she slid its long flexible length along my cleft, coaxing the blade into the jut of my vagina, and then pressing more firmly, easing the foil from side to side to open me up further and then slowly sliding the side of the blade back and forth. I was quivering, nearly fainting from stimulus and desire, when she paused and withdrew the foil – with unerring instinct, she knew that I was close to coming, and that was not on the agenda just yet.

The fencing mistress put down her foil, and reached for another kind of weapon – one which was familiar to me, and I greeted it like a long-lost friend (it had been too long – a week! – since the last time). She buckled on the harness of a long, thick and curved strap-on, and then knelt behind me, bumping the end of the fake phallus against my distended labia. I arched my back in response, and at once she plunged the dildo in, nearly to its full-length; I was delighted that I had the capacity to take it, to take it all the way.

Miss Champney kept up a steady stroke – indeed, her smooth rhythm reminded me of the rowing machines in the exercise-room, as she grasped my hips and pivoted backwards and forwards behind me. This is my most-favourite position: I just love being taken with a strap-on from behind, doggy-style, especially by an older woman. I’m not usually the submissive sexual partner – in fact, I believe in the principle that it is better to give than to receive, and I particularly get off on fucking other girls this way, but with a good-looking experienced dyke like Miss Champney, I love to surrender myself and get really shafted, really drilled – the harder, almost the rougher, the better. Miss Champney knows this well; it’s one reason why I’m more or less her favourite piece of ass amongst the pupils (of course she has sex with other girls – and teachers too, I’m sure; I’m not at all jealous, after all I’m in the bed of another teacher regularly, plus two prefects and about five girls in my own class and the ones both immediately above and below!).

So, within a few seconds of giving me the first few strokes, Miss Champney upped the tempo and began really slamming the rod of the dildo into my pussy, the faceplate of the harness slapping against my outer labia as it was thrust home. I was giving squeals of delight, accompanied by pleading imprecations for her to do it more, do it deeper, do it harder – basically, just to fuck me to bits. Miss Champney is very fit, and she barely broke sweat as she adjusted her angle of attack, took a firm grip on my hips, and began to batter the plastic cock in and out of me with almost savage intensity. I felt like I was being torpedoed, and that very soon there would be an explosion inside me.

Without pausing in her faster and more frenetic impalements of my cunt, Miss Champney removed one hand from my waist and used it to pull out the clip and comb which had kept my hair fixed up in a tight bun during the fencing practice. I know that my glossy and wavy black hair is one of the things which Miss Champney finds most attractive about me, and she let my long locks cascade across my shoulders and fall down my front, dangling in front of my wildly jerking breasts. Then she grasped a great clump of my hair on the back of my head, and used it as leverage – both to steady herself, and to pull the front of my torso upright, bracing my body against the thrusts of her bucking hips.

Tears were starting to form in the corners of my eyes – not of pain, certainly not of fear; they were the tears that you get when your sensory system is overloaded, as mine surely was then. My mouth gaped open, my eyes were glazed and staring forwards, and all of my slim form was trembling and shaking in that starburst second that comes before a climax. I gave a rapid series of grunts, each one forced out of my guts by an even deeper merciless penetration from Miss Champney’s strap-on phallus, and then almost without warning all my joints turned to water and I collapsed face-down, simultaneously with climaxing. I gave a gasping and ululating moan as I came – it was the orgasm, as always a bone-shaker when Miss Champney fucks me like this; it was a most intense, out-of-this-world experience and I wanted to acknowledge it somehow.

It took me a few seconds to recover my breath, and during this Miss Champney leaned forwards and kissed me softly in the middle of the back, before flexing her hips and withdrawing the dildo – it was an extraordinary sensation as it was extracted from my cunt, making a wet popping sound as it emerged from my love-tunnel. My teacher massaged my back for a moment, giving me a lovely feeling as her fingers and nails stroked down my spine and out across my hips. Then, as Miss Champney rose to her feet, she gave me a playful but quite forceful slap on my ass.

‘Good girl – you’re improving!’ she declared.

She unlocked the door that connected to the pupils’ changing room and showers, and as I gathered up my gear and scuttled through, I wondered whether she meant the fencing or the fucking? Perhaps she meant both? Mmm – I do hope she meant both!

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This is a story I am still in the process of finishing. I have realised that it is very long so I have decided to break it up into parts. Please read them in part order otherwise there will be no flow. These are purely my fantasies, stories I dream up and hope you enjoy as I share them. As always criticisms good and bad always appreciated but remember I am no professional writer and I have no one to proof read except myself. Adverts not welcome nor appreciated in the comments box.

Alice and I had holidayed together for several years, twice a year we would go to Europe somewhere for a week to catch the sun as neither of our partners enjoyed the heat. We both had hectic jobs and appreciated the relaxation that a girlie holiday could offer.

I was a tall brunette, good bones, large bust, I guess you’d call me Amazonian in body structure. Alice was petite, very fair, with a lovely set of boobs but very fine and dainty. We always had a laugh together, relaxed in our own skins and comfortable to be together, often sleeping in the same room sharing the bathroom, we were both in our mid thirties been around in the world long enough to be comfortable with ourselves. We normally sought a European style self-catering apartment, the usual lounge area, combined toilet/bathroom with a large bedroom with twin beds. Holidaying, particularly favouring Greece, the apartments were basic and clean, our normal routine was breakfast, topless sunbathing on the beach all day, an evening meal at a local eatery, back to the apartment to read our books and then to bed to start the routine the next day as before.

This year we decided to try a different island, this one seemed less commercial, I had read somewhere that it was renowned for its nudist beaches, at the time I had mused to myself that that might be fun to try. I picked her up from her home and we chatted and babbled together all the way to the airport, the flight and the taxi to the resort. We had a very easy friendship and enjoyed each other’s company.The heat hit us as we came off the plane, that wonderful balmy temperature which was a refreshing change from the early damp summer of the England we had left behind. We arrived at our apartment late in the evening, a nice clean apartment with a large open plan wetroom/bathroom and a large bedroom complete with two double beds.

We unpacked our suitcases, ventured out to the nearest restaurant to eat a quick meal and then back to the apartment to strip off and lay under the cover of cool cotton sheets looking forward to our full first day of our holiday and soon dropped off to sleep.The next morning I was raring to go and as Alice still seemed to be asleep, I dived into the bathroom to shower and shave all my bits as I hadn’t had time to have the full wax treatment prior to leaving due to work commitments. I was busy in the shower area shaving the small amount of hair stubble which had grown over my pussy when Alice walked in chattering away. I continued to slide the razor up, over my high inner thighs, labia and pubic bone area with my leg alternately up on the shower stool to get better access to those hard to reach places.

Alice’s banter I noticed seemed to come to a sliding stop so I looked up to see why and found her staring intently at my pussy which was now stubble free. She suddenly realised I had caught her looking, blushed and then quietly asked me,

‘Why do you shave down there?’

I explained, ‘Normally I wax but I hadn’t had time so was shaving.’

‘I don’t mean that, I wondered why you actually liked to be bald down there.’

I had always been a direct kind of girl so told her,

‘I like it hairless and it is more sensitive.’

She cast her eyes back down to my pussy and I couldn’t resist asking or perhaps I meant to dare her,

‘Do you wanted to feel it?’

She stepped forward and softly touched my pubic area with her fingertips, it took all my concentration not to gasp at the electric shock that went through me when her fingers came in contact with my skin. With my leg still up on the stool, she shocked me further by sliding her finger tips between my legs touching the skin on the outside of my labia. Crikey I nearly came on the spot with the delicious feelings her actions created!nShe drew her hand away then said in a whisper,

‘I’d like to shave mine.’

Straightaway I laughed wanting to steer away from the intensity of the situation and said,

‘Why not? Help yourself to my razor and gel, I’m happy to share.’

Biting her bottom lip she told me.

‘I want you to do it.’

My skin instantly prickled into goose bumps. Although happily married, I had had many girl on girl fantasies, found myself easily turned on by lesbian porn and could not deny that I had masturbated on more than one occasion imagining Alice being the one to bring me to orgasm. Well every girl needs some off the wall fantasies sometimes don’t they? I nodded that I would do it for her, not wanting to frighten her by appearing too keen,

‘Strip off your robe.’

She stripped off, placing her robe on the vanity unit and came to stand about a foot in front of me. Oh god, she was so close, I flexed my fingers by my sides nearly overcome with the need to stroke her tits, my own boobs tightened and pebbled into hard knots screaming at me to pinch and twist them in my fingers. Quickly dropping to one knee as I said,

‘Let’s have a look.’

Desperately avoiding eye contact, I was then faced with her pussy covered in a light dusting of fair hair, I couldn’t resist stroking it with the back of my fingers and softly murmuring,

‘You don’t have much to shave off but if it’s what you want…..’

I reached for the shave gel and explained,

‘This is a clear non foaming gel I prefer to use, as it enables me to see where I am shaving but allows the razor to glide over such sensitive areas without any aggravation to the skin.’

Squirting some into my hand, I smoothed it first onto her pubic area then applied some more between her legs letting my fingers slide between her pussy lips. Although I had always had girlie fantasies, I had never actually felt another woman’s pussy, it was so soft, the gel letting my fingers slide backwards and forwards over her folds. Even though I had been caressing her for a short time, my fingers felt her clit tighten up in response to my fingers, I looked up briefly and Alice had her eyes closed biting her bottom lip, her chest rising and falling as she took deep breaths.

I so wanted to continue stroking her but I still wasn’t sure if I dare go further with her, she was such a good friend, I didn’t want to lose that friendship. So I stopped and grabbed the razor and started to shave, using my other hand to manoeuvre her folds to remove the hair. Once finished I turned the shower head on and using my hands rather than a wash-cloth (any excuse I know!) I washed the gel and shaved hair her off of her pussy relishing in the opportunity to touch her again.

I needed to be sure none of the gel had got pushed up into her cunt, so I explained to her as I opened her folds with one hand and directed the shower head directly to her pussy what I was doing. At one point I couldn’t help myself and slipped one finger a little way into her cunt. She was certainly slippery up there and I am certain the shave gel didn’t get in that far and I was sure I heard a soft moan from her, excitedly I wondered to myself whether my fantasies could become realities.

I had to stop myself before I got carried away, my own pussy was thrumming away and screaming to be stroked, talk about feeling like a sex starved woman! I turned off the water and brightly said

‘All finished!’

I reached for a towel for myself and passed one to Alice, escaping the bathroom before I went too far. I hastily rubbed myself dry and couldn’t resist giving my pussy a vigorous rub with the towel in a feeble attempt to satisfy its silent shouts for my fingers to bring myself to a quick orgasm. I couldn’t even slip into the bathroom with my vibrator which was stashed in my bag, I always brought it with me and used to slip away in the night when she was asleep and bring myself off biting a towel to silence my moans of satisfaction, I would have to wait until that night.

We had breakfast and went to the beach, oiled up and sunbathed and slept for the rest of the day not saying much to one another. This was not beyond the norm anyway, as the first few days of our holidays we both slept virtually all the time, occasionally waking up to apply more sunscreen or to drink, we always took a while to wind down from our jobs.

That evening we had an enjoyable meal, chatting away to ourselves and the waiting staff, fortunately nothing seemed to be any different despite what had happened in the bathroom, so I began to think my fantasy was one sided and tried to put it to the back of my mind. We walked back to our apartment and retired to our beds to read and eventually fall to sleep.

I awoke early in the morning in a frazzled state. I had had a very erotic dream about Alice and had awoken just as she was about to suck and finger me to what would have been a mind blowing climax I am certain. The sheets had been kicked off, my skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and my fingers were stroking my very wet pussy. Desperately in need to bring myself off, hoping Alice was still asleep, I quickly glanced over to find her facing me propped up on one arm watching me. Mortified I hastily removed my hand and scrabbled to cover myself with the sheet. I mumbled,

‘Sorry.’

and said no more. She then asked,

‘Were you having a good dream?’

I sighed and said.

‘Yes.’

There was no point denying it. She then went on to explain,

‘It’s clear to me you were talking in your sleep, that it was very erotic and I watched you pull and squeeze on your nipples and then move one of your hands down to your pussy to stroke you clit. You were moaning in ecstasy and I found it very arousing. What were you dreaming about?’

By this time she was sitting on the side of the bed, naked and facing me. She again asked me,

‘What were you dreaming about?’

I figured shit or bust by this time, so I told her,

‘I was dreaming I was in bed with another woman, that she kissed, licked and sucked her way down my body, drawing each of my nipples into her mouth, licking them with her tongue and raking her teeth over the flesh. Moving down to lay between my legs and suck my clit, fingering me with two fingers curling up and massaging my g spot and I had been about to explode as I frustratingly woke up.’

She didn’t say anything in response, so I looked over at her and what a sight I saw. She sat with her legs apart, one foot on the floor the other propped up on the mattress, completely exposing her pink pussy to me, stroking herself with her fingers, her pink lips and fingers covered in her juices. She opened her eyes and looking at me directly, asking me,

‘Who was the dream about?’

So I told her,

‘It was about you and since I shaved your pussy for you yesterday morning, I haven’t been able to think about anything else! I’ve been left in a constant state of arousal and not had the opportunity to do anything about it.’

She mumbled something, I was sure she said along the lines of, well do something about it now, but I guess because I didn’t expect her to say such a thing. I claimed,

‘I didn’t hear you, what did you say?’

To which she said exactly what I thought she did which was,

‘Well do something about it now…..’

I was in such a state, I didn’t know what to do, how to react, should I just lay there and masturbate stroking my swollen clit to orgasm in front of her while she watched or should I tell her to come lay beside me and make my fantasy a reality. Needless to say I bottled out on the latter and sat up, moving to the edge of the bed to copy her pose, exposing my wet aroused self to her. She continued to touch herself but gazed at my wet core, her breaths becoming faster and faster. So turned on was I by our confrontation and the sexy sight of her wetness, that I moved my hand to the top of my thighs and slid my fingers over my pussy, mirroring what she was doing to herself.

By now I was positively panting myself, as she started to rub herself harder, her fingers stroking her wet lips less and less and starting to massage her clit in small circular strokes. I mimicked her, starting to feel the pressure build, the tingling more intense and my toes started to curl. Watching Alice, her cunt secreting oozing white cream, I could smell her sex and desperately wanted to taste her but I so didn’t want to ruin the moment and frighten her off.
Her moans became louder and louder, she clutched each of her nipples in her fingers, twisting and pulling at each of them harder as her fingers danced over her tight button of sensitive flesh. I realised she was getting close too and increased the friction and pressure on my clit desperate to come as the same time. She closed her eyes as she came and threw her head back, groaning as her orgasm coursed through her, copious juices pushing out of her and ran down between her arse cheeks.

My own orgasm shocked me, I had orgasms aplenty with my partner but not like this, my vision clouded and the spasms wracked my body over and over again, leaving me woozy and sated. I got up on wobbly legs and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, then ducked into the bathroom to wash my hands, by the time I returned Alice had covered herself over and gone back to sleep. I wanted to hold her and caress her body but wistfully I realised that that wasn’t to be. I so hoped our interlude had not been a one off, only time would tell.

We slept through a little late into the morning, Alice seemed to be fine with me and we breakfasted and went off to the beach to laze the day away. As per our normal routine in the afternoon we returned to the apartment, showered, changed and ventured out into the balmy evening for something to eat. Alice continued to be her normal bubbly self, no mention was made of the early morning incident and I began to feel like I had dreamed the whole thing, even though I so wanted more!

During the night, I was dreaming again about Alice, she was in my bed laying beside me, leaning over me sucking my breasts alternately. It was divine, drawing my aching tight nipples of flesh into her mouth, sucking and raking her teeth making me moan. Her lips left my tits leaving me bereft until she proceeded to lick and nibble down my ribs, across my belly and over my pubic bone. She licked the start of my slit, her tongue probing the groove of my lips, I automatically opened my legs craving her tongue to venture further. Still leaning across my hips, she pushed her tongue against my clit, lapping at it, the sensation was so mind blowing that I subconsciously must have moved my hand down to touch myself to mimic the visions in my dream.

I nearly wet myself as my subconscious turned into reality as I realised that my hand was not touching my pussy but a head of very soft hair, Alice’s hair! Not wanting to disturb her or stop the glorious electric shocks of feelings radiating out from my pussy, I started to gently run my fingers through her hair, putting gentle pressure on the back of her head as my hips pushed up to greet her exploring mouth. I kept my moans very soft, wanting to scream my head off though, my breaths increased as I felt her hand creep across my thigh and start to probe my opening further.

I could not control the loudness of my moan as she slid one of her slim fingers into my cunt, it slid in with no resistance but that was no surprise as I was so wet. Not satisfied with one finger feeling my silky depths, she pushed a second digit in and then a third, starting to pump and circle her wrist, whilst sucking my clit harder. By now I was panting erratically and pushing her head into my clit as hard as I could, bucking my hips into her mouth as I edged closer and closer to climax.

Another mind blowing orgasm stuttered through my body, judders of shocks radiating out to my toes and my head, it seemed to go on and on. I screeched as she continued to draw my clit into her mouth even after the orgasm subsided, my clit became so sensitive and I tried to push her head away, finding the pressure unbearable. She refused to budge and continued to suck and pump her fingers into me, as the unbearable sensitivity seemed to subside, I felt myself building to a second orgasm, something which I had experienced only once before using my trusty vibrator.

As the next climax hit me, she continued her onslaught, still drawing my clit between her teeth and pushed her fingers into my cunt, again I attempted to pull away but I was so drained, I struggled to find the strength. She teased me higher then backed off, then higher again until my body started to tighten up for a further orgasm, I was seeing stars and panting through the sensations. Again I orgasmed but this time I felt fluid squirt from me, not thick cum but water textured liquid, I could see it splashing onto her face, Alice gulped hungrily and mopped it up, slurping her mouth over me sucking up every trace.
At last her voracious sucking of my clit ceased and she softly lapped at my pussy soothing my extremely sensitive flesh. Once my breathing had calmed down, she crept up the bed and lay on her back beside me saying,

‘My God! You have no idea what a turn on it is to find someone who could squirt during orgasm!’

I replied,

‘I didn’t know I could! But it was awesome all the same.’

I rolled onto my side facing her, leant on her shoulder and kissed her softly, then more confidently probing my tongue into her mouth as she opened her lips. She seemed to welcome my tongue, duelling her own with mine, exploring my mouth with more and more urgency, allowing me to taste myself. I placed my hand on her belly, softly rubbing in circles, higher and higher until I stroked the underside of her breasts, lightly caressing my fingers until I felt her nipple. It tightened under my ministrations, so I pinched it between my finger and thumb, rubbing the tight flesh back and forth. She moaned into my mouth, so feeling encouraged I transferred to the other one, pinching and screwing the flesh giving her pleasure with a little pain. She again moaned, arching her back, pushing her breast into my hand.

I broke away from our kiss, nibbling and licking down her neck, to her collarbone, tasting her flesh over the mound of her breast until I reached her nipple. Drawing the tight knot into my mouth, raking my teeth over the puckered flesh, distending the nipple before releasing it as it popped from my mouth. I repeated the process several times before moving to the other one, making the flesh red and shiny with my saliva.Drifting further down her petite body, licking over her rib cage, taking small bites at the tight skin over her hips, moving across towards her now bare and smooth mound. I teased the crease of her pussy, sucking each outer lip of flesh into my mouth, she placed her hand on the back of my neck, applying pressure and pushing her hips up to me, moaning,

‘Please……please.’

Feeling emboldened, I asked her,

‘What do you want?’

Continuing to lightly tease her pussy lips with my mouth and tongue, she again replied,

‘Please.’

I moved my mouth away and firmly asked her,

‘Alice, tell me, what do you want?’

‘Please do me!’

Was her desperate reply,

‘Do what?’

I asked her forcefully,

‘Spell it out to me!’

‘Please make me come!’

She wailed,

‘How do you want me to make you come?’

I pushed again,

‘Tell me, spell it out to me and demand what you want!’

I pushed her further.

‘I-I-I-I need you to suck my clit, h-h-hard, f-f-f-fuck my aching cunt with your long fingers, hard, I need you to make me come soooo badly!’

At last she had managed to cry out what she needed. I moved between her legs, pushed them wide apart, shoving her knees towards her chest, lifting her bottom higher and grabbing a pillow and placing it under her arse so she was fully exposed. Her pussy was so wet, white juices oozing from her cunt. I crouched over her opening and flattened my tongue, licking from the bottom all the way up to her clit in long, sweeping movements, tasting her cream and realising an unbelievable fantasy. I pushed her labia further apart and inserted my longest finger into her, her cunt walls felt so soft and velvety, clamping against my finger as I twisted it round to enable my finger tip to find her g spot.

‘Oh fuck!’

She breathed,

‘More……more, push more fingers into me!’

I inserted my index finger, pushing the two fingers apart inside her stretching her wider. Adding a further finger I started to slide in and out, feeling no resistance from her silky wetness, pumping my fist and screwing my fingers left and right as hard as I could as she bucked her hips up to meet my thrusts.
I placed my mouth over her clit and sucked the little nub as far into my mouth as I could, clamping my front teeth over the extended flesh and flicking my tongue over the bud. As my fingers pumped faster and faster into her cunt, my tongue rubbed over her clit harder and harder until I felt her moans turn to quick pants, her hips curled up to my mouth and her muscles tightened. The pants turned to cries as her cunt muscles clamped down on my fingers over and over again as she spasmed into her climax.

Once her vaginal walls stopped grabbing at my fingers, I slowed down my finger fucking and gently released her clit from my teeth. Looking up at her, her face was a picture of satisfied bliss and both hands were clutching her nipples and pulling on them as she lay in sated repose. I laid back up beside her and we both drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, I woke to find myself spooned behind her, one arm under the crook of her neck and my other hand holding her breast. I tried not to disturb her as I eased my arm free and left the bed to go to the bathroom. I sat on the loo, deep in thought recalling the early morning’s events. I wiped myself and flushed, washing my hands and splashing water over my face, leaning over the basin staring into the mirror, the memories again distracting me. Alice walked into the bathroom, naked, leaned over my back, kissing my back and shoulders as her hands snaked round and cupped my breasts.

Her nipples pebbled against my back as she gently rubbed her soft skin against mine causing my pussy to instantly tingle in response. I straightened up and turned to face her, placing my hands on her shoulders, caressing her neck until my hands held her face and I kissed her lovingly on her lips. She pushed up on her toes to meet me, her hard nipples rubbing against mine as she pushed the gentle kiss into a more urgent one. We eventually broke apart and ventured under the shower together, washing one another’s hair, massaging soap and slippery fingers into all our intimate places, bringing each other off to brief but satisfying orgasms.

During breakfast, Alice suggested we try one of the nudist beaches, I had no idea where her new found confidence had come from but did not hesitate and we agreed to go and explore.

Part 2 to follow……

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This story involves my Daughter and our Family Dog, following my Daughter asking me to check her breasts for “lumps”.

My name is Amy, wife of Simon, daughter of Kate. I have been sexually starved for many years, mainly my fault, until the last few weeks.

About a month or so ago I came downstairs late at night to get a drink from the kitchen when I saw Kate at the laptop with her night shirt off and her large tits fully exposed. I said “Kate, what do you think you are doing?” , and she replied by saying “I am checking my breasts for any lumps”. Being sexually naive for many years I didn’t think anymore of this, especially when she asked me to help her to check for any lumps. I did this, I hadn’t felt any tits for many years, more of this later, but I did notice Kate’s nipples starting to get erect which slightly excited me but I did not say anything. Kate thanked me for helping her and I went to get my drink and back to bed. To say that Kate and I had a difficult relationship was an understatement, she is definitely closer to her Dad.

A couple of weeks later Kate was in her bedroom when I went in to her room to take some clean clothes. She said “Mum, can you show me how to feel properly for any lumps in my breasts”. It seemed a strange request as she had only checked them a couple of weeks ago, but I felt that it is better to be safe so I said “ok, take off your top and bra”. I gave Kate a good feel, all over her breasts. She seemed to be enjoying it rather than checking what I was doing. I hate to say it but I started to get some dampness in my knickers, this hadn’t happened for many years. After I finished Kate said that she should check mine. I said I suppose that it is best to check as well, so I took off my blouse and bra. Looking back now I was extremely quick to do this. I hadn’t exposed my breasts to anyone for many years, not even my husband.

Kate was extremely keen with her hands, rather too keen I felt but I was enjoying it. My dampness was increasing, then all of a sudden I felt a cold feeling on my thigh. It couldn’t have been my sex juices because I was damp but not leaking. The feeling moved further up my thigh then on to my knickers. What was it? I looked down and Patch, our German Shepherd dog, had poked his nose under my skirt and was now licking my knickers. It felt so good and brought back many happy memories of when I was a teenager. This will all be explained in my next story. Despite my enjoyment I was feeling embarrassment especially with Kate feeling my tits, what must she think. I pulled up my skirt so that I could open my legs wider to give Patch better access to my knickers which were now sopping wet through his tongue and my sex juices. I started to orgasm and my body started to shake. Patch was going harder and harder on my pussy and I noticed myself slipping down the bed. Kate had removed her hands, not that I needed anything else to help me cum. I could feel Patch’s rough tongue through my wet knickers they were so wet. By now I was flat out on the floor, my whole body convulsing, something that hasn’t happened to me for nearly 40 years. I started to scream “get him off me, stop him”. I didn’t want it to happen but I thought that I might die as my body was doing things it hadn’t for many years. Kate dragged Patch off me and out of the room.

I was flat out on the bedroom floor looking totally disheveled, tits out, skirt revealing totally soaked knickers. How do I explain to Kate what just happened. I looked over to her, and said sorry, I don’t know what happened there. She had a big smile on her face. She said “it’s ok Mum, come here and put your hand in my knickers”. I said “I can’t do that, I am your Mum”. She persisted, and eventually I thought the only thing that would keep her quiet would be to do it. I went and sat next to her, and put my hand in her knickers. Her pussy was soaking. She told me that it was so hot watching what had just happened she had cum in her pants. I not only felt her pussy I inserted two fingers inside. She felt so hot, her nipples erect, my pussy was on fire. She took my fingers out of her pussy and licked them. That felt so slutty, but I was loving every minute of it. We then heard keys in the front door, Simon had returned from having his Coronavirus jab. We quickly put our clothes on, and told him that I was in Kate’s room having just brought the washing up. Fortunately he did not come upstairs otherwise he may have been asking why we both looked so flustered.

For the next week Kate and I were quiet with each other, probably feeling awkward with each other. As I have said previously we did not have the strongest of Mother/Daughter relationships. Then one morning after her Dad had gone to work early Kate came in to my room and got in to bed. She snuggled up closely to me and I really enjoyed the feeling as she started to stroke me. She started to kiss me and play with my tits and I didn’t stop her. I then said “Kate, I have something to tell you”. I decided to tell her about my past which would come as a big shock to her.

” Kate, when Patch licked me last week it wasn’t the first time I have been licked by a dog, in fact it has happened many times when I was younger. We lived on a farm, and one day I went out in to an outhouse and I saw your Aunty (my sister is 2 years older than me) having sex with our dog Fido. She was 17, I was 15. I was in shock, said it was gross and I was going to tell Mum and Dad. She said it is not, it is great, dogs have massive dicks and they can’t get you pregnant. She said sit down and watch. I did as she said and it was very sexy. I started getting aroused and began to play with myself. Sis said “” do you want me to help? “” , and she went down on me to start licking my vagina, so now not only was I watching my sister having sex with our dog I was having incest sex with her. Over the next few weeks the same thing happened many times. Your Aunty then got me to enjoy Fido licking my vagina before progressing to me having sex with a dog. All of this time your Aunty and I were having sex together. I am ashamed to say it but it was the hottest and sexiest time of my life “.

I could see that Kate was shocked but had also enjoyed what I said because her nipples were very big. She took off her night shirt and I could see that her knickers were very wet. I was very aroused and also took my night shirt off, then without thinking my knickers. I told Kate that even though I was happy when I had married her Dad, over the past few years my feelings were back more towards girls even though I had never done anything about it but she had rekindled passion in me that I thought had gone forever. Kate gave me a massive kiss, not a Mother/Daughter kiss but a girlfriend kiss. We held each other tight, our near naked bodies caressing each other, when I shocked even myself. I said “Kate, I want to have sex with Patch, see if it is still as good as ever with a dog”. I couldn’t believe what I had just said and there is no way that I would have even thought about it a couple of weeks ago, but Patch licking my vagina and feeling Kate’s sexy body had made me ache for sex again, and besides, I had many years of catching up to do. I asked Kate if she thought that Patch would know what to do. She said that I am sure he will and she will assist him.

Kate went to fetch Patch whilst I laid on the bed on my back with my legs wider open. I thought that if Patch licked my vagina first he would get erect and be ready to have sex with me. Patch didn’t need much encouragement to lick me, his big rough tongue licking all the way from my anus to the top of my vagina. I started to have my first orgasm when Kate said “I think he is ready, get in to the doggy position”. I moved towards the end of the bed, got on to all fours and waited. Kate guided him in to my wet vagina, and he started to pound me hard. The way he went about it he obviously knew what he was doing. I looked over at Kate and she was sitting on the chair fingering herself. She had a massive smile on her face whilst mine felt contorted as Patch’s knot entered my vagina. He felt so big it felt as if he was going to come out of my stomach. Then it happened, his first burst of cum exploded in to my womb as I screamed. It kept cumming, torrents of the stuff filling up my womb until I felt as if I was pregnant again. Eventually he finished but he had to wait for his knot to go down before he could get out of my vagina. Spunk was oozing out of my vagina when Kate came over and started licking my vagina. Wow she was good, bringing me to orgasm again very quickly. Her tongue lapped up all of mine and Patch’s juices. Her face was covered in my sex juices as she came up to kiss me. At that moment I forgot about her being my Daughter, just an amazing sexy lover.

A week later late at night I went downstairs and Kate was on the computer with her tits out of her bra and no knickers on. Without even thinking about it or the consequences I went down on her and licked her wet vagina. She tasted so sweet but different, almost a doggy taste, but I didn’t say anything to her. I asked her who she was talking to and she said it was a lovely middle aged guy who she enjoyed getting naughty with. She told me to take my night shirt off which I did, so all I was wearing was a pair of white cotton knickers which were getting wetter by the minute. Kate then said that the guy wanted her to lick me, but she said that the only way it was possible was if we swapped positions which would mean me going on the forum. I had never been on a Sex Forum before so was very nervous of what to expect. I noticed that there was no “history chat” so I don’t know what Kate had been talking about but I didn’t care. I introduced myself and said that Kate was licking my wet vagina. The guy “Robertbi” said that “vagina” was a very old word. I had never used bad language even during sex but without thinking I typed “she is licking my wet cunt”. Another taboo broken, and it got better as I said to Kate “fuck my cunt”. My pussy juices exploded as I said it and Kate looked up at me and smiled. “Fuck me Kate, fuck my cunt” I continued as I typed with one hand and played with my small nipples with the other. I orgasmed again all over Kate’s face, and this time I licked my juices off her face. We both then came to senses and decided we should go to our beds before we got caught and would have a lot of explaining to do.

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Bree and Trina at it again.

Beep beep beep…

Bree woke to the sound of her alarm clock beeping its god awful sound from across the room. It read 7:05. She had actually woke up right at the start. I guess an earth shattering orgasm is just the ticket for a good night’s sleep she thought. She walked across the room and although her mood was surprisingly bright she still slammed her fist down on the hated alarm clock.

She then heard a soft knock at her door. Bree threw on a robe and went over to open it. Trina stood there all made up and ready for school. She couldn’t help but notice the way Trina’s eyes explored the folds of her robe. Bree wished suddenly that her robe wasn’t such an old, dirty looking thing. Then again it didn’t appear to bother Trina at this moment so she let the thought go.

“So. How did you sleep last night?” Trina asked with a small smile.

Bree felt slightly embarrassed. It had been funny last night when her sister had made the “bitch” joke. She had known then and Bree had known she’d known. Now though as she stood there talking with her about it she couldn’t help but redden at the thought of basically being caught masturbating. “It was fine. I guess” Bree said looking at the floor.

“Oh come on. Don’t be embarrassed. How can you be embarrassed around me of all people? I’m the one who should be standing here looking at the floor all shy like.” She poked Bree playfully in the shoulder. That was something she did often and something Bree had always hated. “Anyway I brought you a little gift. Don’t open it till you get to school or when you get home ok.”

“Sure Trina” Bree said still feeling strangely shy.

Trina sighed and rolled her eyes “you better snap out of this girl. Its cute but I miss wise ass Bree” she smiled and gave a little wink before turning and heading down the stairs.

Bree picked up the little present that sat in front of her door. Damn Trina had wrapped it perfectly and had even slapped a little red bow on top. It was thin and weighed next to nothing. Bree wondered if the pink wrapping paper and bow weighed more than whatever was inside. She picked at one of the corners of the paper but stopped herself while she still could. Trina wanted her to wait and knowing her she probably had it bugged in someway so she’d know if it had been opened early. Bree put the package in her backpack then slung it over her shoulder before heading downstairs.

Bree couldn’t help but think about what could be in the package as she made her way to school. Her bag felt like it was being weighed down but knew it was just her curiosity playing games with her mind. She could see the school a few blocks ahead and had to stop herself from sprinting to get there. Part of her was worried that this was all some well planned out trick by her sister. That maybe she would open the gift and it would be a little letter saying “I knew you were a freak”…

Bree entered through the big double doors at the front of the building. She walked to her locker and frowned when she saw Mike standing in front of it. He was a nice kid and his love for online games made sure they always had something to talk about. Normally she was happy to have any kind of companionship she could get. Not today though. Today she just wanted to sit with her back to her locker and open the damn package that was driving her insane.

Bree stopped infront of Mike and smiled thinly hoping he would take the hint that she really wasn’t in the mood for chit chat. He didn’t however and she was stuck hearing all about his latest accomplishments in their online world. He talked excitedly about slaying a level 37 dragon. He talked about an online chess tournament he wanted to join. He talked and talked and talked… until the damn bell rang for first period.

Bree had never killed anyone before. She had no weapons on her. She was not a big fan of violence of any kind to be honest. At that moment though she wondered if Mike could withstand a firm beating from her math book. It was quite heavy and he was quite small. He walked beside her to her first class not knowing of his imaginary death by math book.

The first two classes of the day went by so slow that Bree thought she may soon pull her hair out. Twice she caught herself tugging on it in fact. The second hand on the clock seemed to tease her every time it made its move and even when it had finally made its full rotation she swore the minute hand didn’t move. When the second bell finally rang she sprung from her seat and made her way quickly to the door.

Normally she hated art class. She had no real artistic skill to speak of and she normally used the class to catch up on homework that she had refused to do at home. Today however it would be her best chance to finally open the package that Trina had given her that morning. If she had to wait till she got home to open this damn package… well she feared for her sanity.

She sat down at her table and waited for everyone to start working on their projects. She had a big block of clay infront of her that she poked and prodded from time to time hoping it would give the illusion that she was hard at work. After five excruciating minutes the chatter in the class quieted down and it looked as though her classmates were busy doing work of some sort.

Bree reached into her bag and undid the wrapping paper as quietly as she could. There were three pieces of lined paper inside with her sister’s handwriting on them. She pulled the first one out with a shaking hand. Her heart was pounding when she finally looked down to see what it said.

Bree

I thought since I interrupted your reading last night that I would make up for it by letting you see what else I had written in my diary concerning you and my feelings toward you. I know that this is all confusing for you believe me. I don’t want you to feel rushed to make any kind of decision but I would like you to see more of the big picture and know that I’m not just attracted to you physically. There’s more to it than that now and its something you need to know as you weigh your options. Anyway I’ll let you figure it out for yourself.

Love you
Trina

Bree could feel a blush spreading from head to toe on her body. She kept her head down hoping nobody would notice and then reached in to grab the next sheet of paper.

October 20th

It’s been awhile since I last wrote anything in here I know. Normally I wrote in here at night but now my nightly schedule is filled with my strange obsession for Bree. I find myself spending hours watching her as she plays games, watches TV, or just lays in bed doing school work. That last part happens very rarely… I know that this isn’t normal and I’m willing to admit that. This whole situation is crazy and wrong on so many levels. I’m probably a therapist’s wet dream at this stage. I’ve only had two other times where we’ve masturbated together and I’ve gotten to the point where I know when she’ll be naked and when she’ll touch herself. Yet even though my initial feelings appeared to be strictly sexual I’m beginning to wonder if there is something more to it. I find myself sticking up for her more often to my friends and the other day I even slapped Brad for saying she was a stuck up bitch. I can’t help but wonder… am I falling for her?

Trina

Bree’s heart lept at the thought. Sure she knew that there was a sexual attraction that they shared for each other. Could it be possible that Trina had the ability to really, truly love someone and could that person actually be her? She reached in and grabbed the last piece of paper from her bag.

November 4th

I love her. I can finally admit it and writing that down to actually see before me is such a liberating feeling. I know that its a doomed relationship. Not to mention a one sided relationship but it still feels great to know what these feelings really are. I’m in love with my twin sister. It feels so good to say that. I’m afraid I may write it a hundred times. I sing it in my head from time to time. Its amazing really. I used to see her as this weird girl that could be so much more if she was willing to put the kind of effort into it that I do. Now I realize how strong she is for being herself and not giving a shit what other people think. All along I’ve been the weaker one. She’s brilliant. She’s her own person. She’s the one person I truly love. She’s my sister Bree.

Trina

Bree could feel tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she read the last note again while making her way home from school. When she had read it the first time in art class she had to leave the room before she burst into tears right there. She would have never thought her opinion of her sister could change in the matter of a single day… but it had. All of these feelings. These thoughts. This hidden side of her sister made her heart ache. Had it just been sex she may not have went through with it but now as she made her way up the front steps of her parent’s house she knew there was no turning back. She just needed to tell Trina that her answer was… yes.

Bree entered the house and did a quick walk through of the main level. She was sure nobody would be home as usual but under the circumstances she wanted to be absolutely sure. She poked her head into the kitchen. Empty. The library and living room were empty as well. She let out a small sigh of relief. No matter what happened next they would not be disturbed.

Bree made her way up the stairs taking two at a time as she went. Once upstairs she went to Trina’s door and knocked gently… no answer. She turned the knob and looked inside. Her room was dark except for the light coming through the windows. She had doubted Trina would be home yet since she had cheer practice after school but she couldn’t help but feel disappointment.

She went over and lay down on Trina’s bed staring up at the ceiling above. Little glow in the dark stars were pasted above her bed. They had been there since Trina was little and had been scared of the dark. She had grown out of that years ago but for some reason had never taken them down.

Bree lay there and let her mind wander. She realized that despite her disappointment at her sister’s absence there was also a slight feeling of relief. She let her mind explore the feeling as she tried to find the answer to why she was relieved. It wasn’t that hard to figure out really. She was nervous about what could possibly happen next between them. She had almost no experience with any of this.

She had only kissed two people in her life. Once when she had been nine she kissed a boy from school on the playground. That had been because of a dare from a dumb friend of her’s. She remembered his face as the memory came rushing back. He looked a bit like a Chucky doll. He had grinned at her like an idiot after that and for the reminder of the school year had followed her around like a love sick puppy. She later learned that her friend had dared her to do it in hopes that he would leave her alone and pay attention to Bree. It had worked… at least until his family had moved away.

The only other kiss had been last night in the cave with Trina. Her heart quickened as every detail of it replayed in her mind. Then the nerves came back as she wondered what was in store for her next. Would Trina be content on just kissing now? If she wanted more did Bree have it in her to go through with it? What the hell would she do if she did go though with it?

Bree felt her stomach clench as she realized she had no idea how to pleasure another person. She was only ok with doing it to herself. What if Trina didn’t respond the same way to it as Bree did and even if she did would that be enough? She felt like she was going to be sick all of a sudden and was just starting to think that maybe she should wait a little longer after all when her phone buzzed.

Bree opened it and saw it was from Trina. The fist that seemed to have an iron grip on her stomach tightened. She opened it and read “You home”?

A simple question but it still had Bree’s head pounding as she wondered what to do. Maybe she could go to her room a pretend to be sleeping so she could buy herself a little more time. She looked again at the phone’s screen glowing back at her and the two simple little words that seemed to hold her fate.

Finally she typed “yes” and quickly hit the send button before she could change her mind. Her heart was racing as she waited for a response. Her mind bounced between the thrill of her excitement which had been building between her thighs for some time now and her fear of the unknown.

Her phone buzzed again and she nearly dropped it. She opened the message and felt another spike in her emotions. “Cool just coming up to the house now”.

Oh god oh god what the hell was she going to do? Should she get naked? No that would be ridiculous… right? Should she try to pose herself in some seductive manner? Dammit she had no idea how to look seductive.

Bree heard the front door close downstairs and jumped. She didn’t even have time to put on something sexy… fuck she hadn’t showered. Feet on the stairs now. Oh no… what am I going to do? What is she going to do? The doorknob started to turn and Bree had to force herself to breathe. The door began to open and Trina took a step into the room.

“Hey” Bree said a bit to loudly.

Trina jumped and her books fell from her hands. Her gaze fell to Bree sitting on her bed. “Jesus tap dancing Christ Bree! You scared the shit out of me”.

“You scared me too” Bree said back quietly.

“I scared you? You knew I was coming home and this is my room. I’m sure you could hear me running up the stairs and could see me coming through the door. I however did not know you’d be in here and could not hear you…” Trina stopped with a strange look on her face. “What are you doing in here Bree?”

Bree sat still for a moment looking into her sister’s blue eyes. This is it she thought. If I don’t have the courage now I may never have it. She stood and crossed the room to where Trina was standing. She watched as Trina’s expression began changing from slightly ticked off to excited. They both started to reach out for one another even before Bree had made it to her.

Bree wrapped her arms around Trina and her lips soon found her sister’s expectant mouth. Her hands ran up Trina’s back as she felt Trina’s running down her’s. Bree was still nervous but as their kiss continued she felt it begin to melt away from her mind. Her only focus was on Trina’s lips pressed against her’s. Trina’s tongue as it swirled against her own.

Bree moaned as Trina’s hands finished their decent down her back and she felt them slip down inside her jeans to firmly cup her ass. Then Trina pulled her hips forward and Bree could feel Trina’s leg slide in between her own. Bree felt the pressure of Trina’s thigh against her pussy and she was soon rubbing herself against Trina’s leg desperate to find any friction she could.

Trina broke the kiss and took Bree’s hand in her own guiding her towards her bed. Bree felt her previously quieted nerves start to climb back into her belly and she froze suddenly.

“Bree what are you doing” Trina asked.

Bree felt a shameful blush color her cheeks as she answered “I’ve never done this… anything before.”

Trina reached out and pulled Bree’s shirt up over her head. “Don’t worry. I’ll go first. Just try to relax. Ok?”

Bree nodded and reached behind herself to undo her bra as Trina began unbuttoning Bree’s jeans. Bree’s heart thundered in her chest as with Trina’s help she wiggled out of her pants. She stood before her sister in nothing but her pain white panties and wished she had changed them to something a little more seductive. From the look in Trina’s eyes though seduction was entirely unnecessary.

Bree let her sister lay her back slowly on the bed. She closed her eyes and focused solely on the feeling of her sister climbing slowly up her body. She could feel Trina’s hands on each side of her hips. Then a soft brush of Trina’s nipples against her thighs and realized that Trina had removed her top at some point. Bree’s body shuddered slightly as she felt her sister’s tongue start a path from the top of her panties, up her tummy till her tongue came in contact with her breast.

Bree finally opened her eyes and looked down to watch as her sister nibbled her way around each breast. Taking her time to pay close attention to her excitedly hard nipples. Trina’s tongue flicked and teased each one and Bree felt her hips starting to rise with each warm touch.

Then Trina stopped and began kissing her way up her chest to her neck. Bree gasped as she felt Trina bite down softly while she worked her way up. Then their mouths met again and Bree felt Trina’s weight as she collapsed on top of her. The kiss was intense and Bree moved her hands to the back of Trina’s head, her fingers entwined in Trina’s hair.

Trina finally pulled back and Bree watched as she slowly crawled backwards down the length of the bed. Her eyes closed again as she felt Trina’s fingers slip into the sides of panties. Then in one excruciatingly slow motion Bree felt her sister pull them down her legs. Her heart was pounding with excitement and nervousness. This was really it she thought.

Bree could feel Trina’s movements as she climbed back over her. Then Trina’s hand was on her thigh gently urging her to spread her legs open. She obliged and was rewarded with soft kisses between her thighs. Teasing kisses that ran up her thighs accompanied by soft licks. Then she felt Trina’s hand firmly cup her pussy and a moan escaped Bree’s lips. Her hips again raised as she tried desperately to get as much pressure against her as she could.

Bree felt Trina’s fingers gently spread her pussy and then she felt her sister’s warm breath against her wet flesh. She opened her eyes in time to watch as her sister’s tongue peeked out and gave her a soft lick over her aching clit. The feeling was electrifying and caused her hand to grab the bedspread tightly.

She watched as Trina’s head moved down and she soon felt her tongue slip inside her. Bree could feel her moving it in and out of her. Bree began rocking her hips trying to force her sister’s tongue deeper inside her. The feeling was driving her mad. The heat of her sister’s tongue as it moved inside her seemed so foreign and new that it had her thoughts melting. All she could do was focus on the feeling and try her best to hold her growing orgasm back so she could enjoy this as long as possible.

Trina’s head pulled back and her tongue was soon replaced with a finger. Bree watched as she moved her face back over her and soon felt Trina’s tongue on her clit once again. Bree could feel her orgasm building as little shock waves ran through her body with each flick of her sister’s tongue. All of her prior nerves were washed away as she focused only on what her sister was doing to her. Each soft flick of her tongue was like a bolt of electric pleasure going up her spine.

Bree could hear herself panting as her sister’s tongue picked up speed. Her legs began shaking and her grip on the bedspread was tight enough to leave marks in the material. She dug her feet into the mattress, arching her back and raising her hips higher forcing her sister’s tongue to press down harder on her aching clit.

Bree felt a scream escape her lips as the first waves of her orgasm washed down over her. Trina’s tongue did not let up as she felt herself starting to let go and her finger was joined by a second and then a third. Bree could feel her pussy tighten around Trina’s fingers as extacy continued to course through her veins. Shivers ran up and down spine and her screams got louder.

Bree watched as Trina sat back and watched her writhe in pleasure. She could see the excitement and desire in Trina’s eyes at knowing she had just made her sister cum for her. Then Trina took her fingers and one by one licked and sucked Bree’s wetness from them. The sight was so erotic that it sent another small tremor of pleasure through her. Good god Trina was a dirty girl she thought… and Bree liked it.

Trina layed down on Bree and pressed her lips tightly to Bree’s. Bree could taste herself as Trina’s warm tongue worked its way inside her mouth and the mixture of the two was intoxicating. Her head swam as the last of her orgasm began to dwindle down and soon her breathing returned to normal.

“So?” Trina asked smiling as she rolled to her side looking at Bree.

“I… I don’t think I can move… I had no idea anything could feel like that” Bree said closing her eyes a contented smile played on her lips.

“Want me to do it again? I will. Gladly.” Trina said laughing.

“No. I mean yes. Just not right now. I think if you did it right now my head might spin off” Bree said giggling.

“You enjoyed that then?” Trina asked clearly knowing the answer but wanting a little stroke to her ego.

Bree looked at her and rolled her eyes. “You really need me to tell you? The screaming and thrashing about wasn’t enough?” for you

Trina smiled and shrugged. “Fine fine. Enjoyed would probably be the worlds biggest understatement of what I just felt. I can’t even think of a good word to describe it. I mean I’ve had an orgasm before.” She gave Trina a wry smile “as you of course already know… but nothing anywhere near that.”

“So… do you think you’ll be able to do the same to me? Did I give you enough tips during that or were you too caught up in the moment?” Trina asked playfully.

“Sorry I forgot to write down any notes durning all of that. My hands were a bit preoccupied with squeezing the bedspread.” Bree said laughing “but I’m very excited to try.”

Bree watched as Trina lay her head down on her shoulder. Together they lay there knowing that this was just the beginning. There was so much more Bree wanted to try and so much she wanted to do to her sister.

End of Part 3

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After a divorce, she needs consoling.

Mmm, I was so horny. I was in my pool, naked, sitting in the shallow end the night before my flight, fingering myself. With my free hand, I grabbed a breast, easily bringing it to my own mouth to suck. It’d been months since I got any action.

I was fine with that. I didn’t feel like dating. I didn’t care to meet up for drinks, to wait by the phone, to come up with crap to talk about; everything that went along with dating. I was fine being alone, having sex to, well, myself. I had my toys, my fingers, everything I needed to orgasm. I also enjoyed spending time with my son.

There was desire to have a person in me, yes. I got so horny sometimes, the lust and desire to touch another human, I had to masturbate in the bathroom at work. However, I stayed strong. I would have no drama in my life.

After I climaxed, I climbed out of the pool, the cool night air sending tingles over my body. I grabbed my towel, went inside and called Kristen. I couldn’t wait to see her to tomorrow. I was flying to Atlanta to visit her for my vacation. My son would stay with his Aunt, and it’d be a trip I’d make alone.

Unfortunately, the circumstances weren’t happy. Her soon-to-be ex-husband, Trent, betrayed her. He cheated on her with another woman. I was shocked and saddened by this. My friend, Kristen, someone I met back in my sophomore year of college, 14 years ago, was so hurt she moved away from LA, away from everyone. She said she needed time to adjust and try to move on. I thought she might’ve been embarrassed by the whole ordeal. The only thing I could do to comfort her was hold her.

When I arrive in Atlanta for my visit, I’ll do just that – hold her, let her cry, for as long as needed.

I gave her a call, unwrapping the towel from my body, sitting on the bed.

*

I wiped a few tears, unable to sleep, as usual. Wendy called me. I knew she’d know I was wide awake. I sniffed, collected myself and answered.

“Hey,” I said, trying to sound like I was asleep.

“Hi there. Tomorrow at this time, I’ll be there with you. We’ll be drinking, talking, laughing,” Wendy told me.

“Yes, I can’t wait.”

“You sound so excited,” Wendy joked.

“I’m sorry, Wendy. I just –“ I had no words, other than I was miserable.

“It’s fine, it really is. You don’t have to wear a happy face for me. I’m here for you, and tomorrow, I’ll be there for you.”

“I know and I am looking forward to it. I could use your hugs,” I told her. It was true. Being held by my old friend, takes me back to my freshman year of college. I was so scared, but she was the RA of our dorm, and helped me get through it. We became best friends – sort of like sisters.

She was my maid of honor. Ugh, why’d I have to think of my wedding? I have no idea how I’ll ever get through this, how I’ll ever stop thinking of Trent and how he hurt me.

We finalized our plans, when I’d pick her up from the airport and so on. I ended the call and walked around my new apartment. There were still boxes strewn about. I haven’t had the energy to unpack or do anything really.

One box in the corner had a lot of memorabilia from the wedding, from the marriage; gifts, photos, stuff like that. I stared at it, contemplating throwing it all away, chucking it in the dumpster. Then I thought about dating.

I can’t do it. I can’t go out and try to meet men. The one man who I thought was perfect, broke my heart, ruined our marriage. I have to be alone for a while.

I sat on the edge of my bed and cried again. All the plans I had, children, a nice house together, were ruined. I thought about Wendy. She’s been my best friend since college. I couldn’t wait to see her. I imagined myself becoming like jelly in her arms at the airport. I needed her hugs so bad.

*

“Kristen!” I exclaimed, running to my friend, throwing my arms her. She was already tearing up. We stood there in the airport, holding each other. She was crying. I was expecting that. I just held her.

She gained her composure, I grabbed her hand, and off to baggage claim we went. Kristen reminded of that scared, nervous freshman, whose parents pushed her out of the nest. I was there for her then, and now in her greatest heartbreak, I’m here for her again.

“You look gorgeous,” I told her.

“Please don’t,” she wiped her eyes.

“You do. Crying face and all,” I smiled at her. I put my arm around her, her head resting against my shoulder. “We’re going to have a great week. I’ll be like your medicine!”

“Ha, sure,” she laughed weakly.

I wished she hadn’t moved away. I wished hadn’t run from everything. But, I suppose I can empathize.

Grabbing my luggage with one hand, her hand with my other, off we went. I followed her to her car and got in.

We arrived at her apartment a little later. I set my bag in her room, used the bathroom, and headed out to the living room. There Kristen was, crying on the couch. I immediately went to her side.

*

I knew when Wendy got here, everything would come out. I guess having her around enabled me to really let loose and cry. I almost regret leaving LA, but I had to get away from him, from everything that reminded me of him.

Wendy was so warm. I guess those big boobs of hers act as pillows. I closed my eyes, feeling her fingers through my blonde hair, pulling me against her chest. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?” she asked me.

I sat up, wiping my eyes, “Pillows.”

“Oh, these?” she looked to her chest. “Feel free to use them!”

I smiled, collapsing against her again. I could hear her heart beat.

“Maybe we could go out tonight,” she suggested. “Get some drinks, maybe go dancing.”

“Oh, no, no way. I’m not going to some club with a bunch of guys trying to pick up ladies. I don’t even want to be around guys right now.”

“Then we can go to a gay bar,” Wendy said. “You wouldn’t have to deal with guys hitting on you. I mean, look at you, I can totally see how that’d be a problem.”

I couldn’t help but blush. “Sorry, I’m not a lesbian though.”

“We’ll just have to pretend then,” Wendy winked at me. I know she was trying to cheer me up, to get me out of the apartment, to take my mind off things. I guess if I were to ever pretend to be with a woman, she’d be the woman I’d pretend to be with. If we went to a gay club, I wouldn’t have to deal with guys coming up to me – not that they would, in my opinion.

I smiled, took a deep breath. “Sure. Why not.”

*
Kristin looked so beautiful. Seeing her in her dress, makeup, in the low lit lighting of the club, made me angry to think Trent gave this up – gave her up.

We drank, we danced; it was her and I, lost in our world together.

I saw her smile. Her beautiful, full lips, were so incredibly kissable. I almost did. I suppose I could’ve blamed it on the alcohol.

A woman approached her when we were chatting at the bar. I shrugged, nodding to Kristen, saying she should dance and shooed her away.

I watched from afar. The woman was behind Kristen, her hands on her hips. Kristen was grinding against her, laughing at herself, having a good time.

When the song ended, the women led Kristen back over to me. She thanked me for letting her dance with my partner. We didn’t correct the woman. We simply smiled, grabbed each other’s hands and left.

“So you have fun dancing with that woman?” I asked on the way to Kristin’s apartment.

“Yep. You know? She was kinda hot.”

“Oh is that right?”

“Yes, but there was a much hotter woman there. She had long dark hair, big boobs, her name was Wendy I think,” Kristen joked.

“Oh yeah? You should’ve got her number, maybe gone home with her,” I said.

“Or I could’ve brought her home with me. You wouldn’t have minded, would you?” she asked me.

“Not at all! But I would’ve brought home a girl too. She was the hottest one there. A blonde named Kristen. Mmm,” I smiled at her.

“Ah, looks like we missed out then. Guess we’ll settle for each other. Maybe Trent ruining my marriage has made me become a lesbian!”

“Well, baby,” I laughed, “I’ll be gay with you!”

*

We got home, changed into pajamas, grabbed some wine and went to bed. I was using Wendy’s boobs as a pillow again.

“Thank you for being here, again,” I told Wendy.

I couldn’t help but smile. Her arm draped over me, rubbing my back

“I’m glad to be here. I missed you. I know it wasn’t that long since you moved here, but it felt like a long time. I thought about driving by Trent’s and egging his house,” Wendy said.

“You should have!” I sat up, grabbing my wine, gulping it down. “Ah. Back to my titty pillow.”

“You can use them for that if you want,” Wendy extended her arm, smiling as I snuggled against her.

Running my hand over her tummy, her warm tit-pillow against the side of my head, I told Wendy I loved her. It had to have been the alcohol mixed with my gratitude of her flying out to spend time with me during a sad time of my life.

“I love you too,” she kissed the top of my head.

In her arms, warm, cozy, at peace, I fell asleep with a smile on my face – something that hadn’t happened in a long time.

*

I got up early, cooking breakfast for Kristen. I drove to a grocery store nearby and got bacon and eggs. I was standing there in the kitchen, turning bacon, when I felt her warm body against my back. I set the fork down, turned around, and hugged her.

“I’m taking you shopping today,” I said, kissing her head. “Then tonight, we’re going out to dinner.”

“Wendy, you don’t have to do this,” she said.

“I want to. Now go shower, save me some water. Unless you want me to get in there with you. These big boobs would take up a lot of room though,” I joked.

Kristen eyed my chest, “Yes, yes they would.” She playfully licked her lips.

“Mmm, naughty girl,” I grinned, tending to the bacon.

A few hours later, we found ourselves holding hands again, as we walked from store to store. I didn’t mind. She didn’t seem to either. I thought it was sweet – whatever brought her happiness.

I bought her several things, much to her protest. New shoes, a dress, were among the items.

I drove back to her apartment, my hand resting on her thigh. “We’re going to eat some place night tonight. It’ll be very romantic.”

I rubbed her thigh. “Ooh, I could use that,” Kristen said, caressing my hand.

“Good. You’re my woman, tonight,” I grinned, thinking how stupid Trent was to hurt her.

*

We sat in a nice, secluded booth. Wendy was right, it was very romantic. For some reason, maybe loneliness, or joy that she was there was with me, I held her hand the entire dinner. We spoon fed each other dessert too.

She told me I was beautiful. I blushed, but let it roll off me. I figured she was telling me this, being sweet to me, hoping to cheer me up. It was working.

Wendy drove back to my place afterward. I held her arm, and she led me to my apartment.

I stopped her at the door, giving her a big hug. “Thank you for a wonderful, uh, date,” I smiled.

“No, thank you. I love spending time with you,” Wendy said.

I leaned in, reflexively, and gave Wendy a kiss on the cheek. “Would you, uh, care to come in?” I joked.

“Mmm, absolutely,” Wendy grinned, grabbing my hand, as I led us inside.

I set my purse down, making my way to the kitchen. Wendy sat on the couch, playing with her long, dark hair. I grabbed two wine glasses, filling them up. If this was a date, it was a great one. I was so happy my old college friend was there with me.

I sat next to her, turned to face her. Wendy facing me. We were mostly quiet, sipping our wine, giving simple caresses to a hand, forearm, knee, trading smiles.

*

Kristen was so gorgeous. I was in awe of her. Her heart was broken, she moved away, destroyed, yet there she was, on the couch next to me, radiating beauty.

Her lips, I couldn’t help but stare at them. They’re so big, full, beautiful.

“You need to be kissed,” I spoke up.

“Huh?”

“I said you need to be kissed. With lips like yours, those beauties need to be kissed every day. It’d be stupid for anyone to not want to,” I told her.

“Wendy,” she blushed again, looking away. “I know you’re just trying to –“

I lunged at Kristen, grabbing her face, planting a big kiss on her mouth. She was shocked and moved away. “Sorry,” I said. “I, uh –“

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s ok,” She smiled awkwardly.

“I thought maybe I could, I mean, you would’ve liked –“

“No, yeah, I did. I liked it. I just didn’t think you would. I guess maybe I could use a kiss. Or two,” Kristen said.

“Or two?” I smiled.

“Well, maybe more. It’s just you. My friend,” she looked away again.

“Hey,” I placed my hand on hers.

*

I kissed Wendy. When she put her hand on mine, I lost it. I went for it, I kissed her hard. I didn’t care that she was a woman. Then and there she was my friend, someone who was there for me when I needed her – possibly in every way.

We broke the kiss, gasping for air. “Sorry,” I said.

“No, don’t be,” she smiled back. We kissed again, this time much slower. Our hands went to each other’s hair, our lips caressed each other’s, our tongues very subtly met in the middle.

We couldn’t stop. I didn’t want her to.

Wendy pushed me away, climbing on top of me, straddling me on my couch. We kept kissing and kissing – it was so soft and sweet.

Wendy ended the kiss. “I um, not normally like this.”

“Me neither. But, I think I need it,” I looked to her eyes.

“Then I’m here. All for you,” Wendy said. She then did something that made my eyes widen and mouth drop. She pulled her dress aside and exposed her bare breasts to me.

“Suck them,” she told me. She brought her hand to one, holding it for me to take.

“I, uh,” I stammered.

“It’s ok, it’s just us. Take it, You need it,” she said.

I nodded, flicked my tongue across her erect nipple, gave her one last look, then grabbed that big tit and sucked on it as hard as I could.

*

Oh shit! I almost climaxed just watching another woman, Kristen, suck from me, nurse from me, wrap those big, beautiful lips around my nipple. Trent was one lucky man to have her. I can imagine those same lips wrapped around his cock. He was a fool to throw it all away.

“Kri-Kristen!” I whimpered. She stopped sucking my breast, licking her lips, looking up to me.

“Yes?”

“Are, are we gonna, you know?” I asked.

“I need this. I need you. Yes, we are,” she said. “Kiss me again.”

I did as she requested, planting my mouth on hers. Both of them opened, both tongues slithered out, both mouths were joined and closed on top of the other.

I was grinding against her, riding her, through one of the hottest kisses I’ve ever had.

I nibbled and pulled at her bottom lip, smiled, and reentered her mouth with my tongue. I could’ve done it all night – kissing her, sucking her lips and tongue.

Eventually, she ended the kiss, both of us panting for air. Kristen looked to my other breast, then back at me.

“Yes,” I smiled. “I’m your medicine, remember?”

She licked those big lips of hers and nodded slowly.

*

“Mmm, delicious,” I thought, sucking on Wendy’s other breast. I wished there was milk in them. This felt so good, like all my troubles and heartache were washing away by my best friend giving her body to me.

She orgasmed in my arms. I couldn’t believe it. I gave a woman an orgasm. I kept sucking and sucking on her tit, wondering if I was a lesbian now.

Smiling up at her, releasing her nipple from my mouth, I said the word “lesbian” in my head again.

“Let’s go to bed,” I suggested.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I replied.

Wendy got off me, I stood, we held hands and headed to bed.

“You made me cum,” She said as we walked, pushing a long lock of hair behind her ear. Her massive breasts were still hanging out.

“I know,” we arrived at the foot of my bed.

“I’d like to return the favor,” she said.

“How so?” I asked, not putting two-and-two together.

Wendy said nothing, only removing the rest of her dress. She stood nude before me, smiling softly. I looked over her hour glass body.

I undressed next while maintaining eye contact. We stood in front of one another for a moment. I imagined she was thinking the same thing I was.

“I’m about to have my first lesbian experience,” I thought. I inched closer, we grabbed each other’s faces, and once again, invaded each other’s mouths with our tongues.

*

Not taking my mouth off Kristen’s, I guided her to the bed, gently onto her back. On top of her, I kissed her neck, in between her breasts, over her sexy tummy, and on down to her pussy.

I scooted her up a bit, grabbed her legs, her knees on my shoulders, and I got to work. I drove my tongue into her, tasting something familiar, something I’ve tasted on my own fingers – wet, juicy, pussy.

My hands traveled all over her body, her stomach, breasts. My thumbs caressed the lips of her mouth, while my tongued parted the lips of her pussy.

I wanted her to cum so badly, to forget about Trent, to forget about the heartache he caused. With my tongue coated in her delicious nectar, I licked at and sucked her clit. Seeing her arch her back, grab her own breasts, and moan loudly was incredible. It’s what she needed, and I was going to give it to her.

As she moaned, her mouth opened. I slid my fingers in for her to suck. Continuously flicking my tongue against her clit, I drove those saliva drenched fingers into her pussy.

“Come on, baby. Come on,” I whispered to my friend, watching her face, her body, looking for signs while fingering her.

I continued my care of her clit. I licked everywhere, I nibbled it and her pussy lips; I forgot to breath. I’d kiss all over her inner thigh while catching my breath.

“Come on, Kristen,” I whispered again, urging her to let go.

She arched her back once more, I saw her core muscles tense up, and her thighs slightly trembling against the side of my head. “Yes,” I thought, “cum for me, baby. Please!”

“W-Wendy!” Kristen cried out, her hands gripping my head, holding me in place, my mouth covering her clit and my fingers going in and out of her.

“Yes!” she cried out. It was so great watching her climax, watching her shake, watching her let go of all the pain

*

It was incredible. Trent never ate me out like that. He’d occasionally play with my clit, but nothing like Wendy. Plus her fingers, mmm, so good.

She climbed on top of me, our mouths melted together again. I tasted myself in her mouth, moaning as I swirled my tongue all around the inside of hers.

We were moaning, kissing so much, I didn’t immediately notice her thigh against my pussy – mine against hers.

I was pinned down. Her big breasts mashing against mine, her hands propping herself up above me, and our mouths joined – we fucked each other. Our grinding wasn’t fast. Our pussies, our clits, slowly banged against each other’s. Sex, this lesbian sex, with my old college friend had me cumming far quicker than sex with my Trent.

Wendy was cumming too. She broke our kiss, sucking my tongue as her mouth left mine. She peered into my eyes, “Kristen.”

I moaned into her face, “Ah! Wendy!”

“Let’s, let’s, c-cum,” she tried to speak.

“Together!” I managed to eek out as we grinded our thighs against the other’s pussy.

Staring into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily on each other’s face, Wendy and I climaxed together – and it was beautiful.

Our thighs were soaking wet with our juices. Our hearts were racing. Our bodies were going numb. Wendy fell on top of me, then rolled off, taking me with her. I rubbed her stomach, using a breast as a pillow.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“Yes,” I agreed, my eyes closed, a smile on my face.

“Kristen? Do you want to keep going?” Wendy asked me.

I raised up, kissing her lips tenderly, “Absolutely.”

*

We rolled around, kissing, grinding, making love through all hours of the night. I loved hearing her cry out in my arms. I loved it when she returned the favor on my pussy until I came.

I lost track of time. Kristen and I were in a 69-position, eating, licking each other’s pussies for hours. We practically sprayed each other with our juices. Her room echoed with our cries of pleasure.

On top of her again, I dangled my breast over her open mouth. I watched that tongue of hers slide out of her mouth, flicking my nipple, just like she did to my clit earlier. She sucked from me so very much.

We kept going and going, until we fell asleep, hot, sweaty, covered in each other’s essence.

We woke up a few hours later. It was after nine. I led Kristen to the shower. We immediately resumed kissing. We somehow found time to lather each other up with soap, shampoo our hair, and rinse off.

After our shower, we were right back in her bed, pussies grinding.

For lunch, we made sandwiches, finished off some wine, and kept going.

Dinner was the same. Near midnight, we were in her tub. I was kissing and licking Kristen’s feet, massaging them and her calves. I loved hearing her moan.

She straddled me in the tub, her tongue finding my mouth again. Our kissing led to us standing in the tub, leaving it, not bothering to dry off, and finding the bed.

Our pussies we practically attached for so long, so hard, all the bathwater left on our skin turned into sweat. We were exhausted, but kept going, kept fucking.

Sweat dripping from her chin, Kristen spoke up, “I think we should stay in bed the rest of your visit!”

“Yes!” I said, my hips, my pussy grinding away against hers.

*

Wendy, my old college friend, and now, my medicine.

Our bodies slithered together, covered in sweat and pussy juices. Shaking, moaning, climaxing over and over again, throughout her entire visit.

In brief moments of rest, I thought about Trent, how he hurt me and ended our marriage. I forgot about him when I tasted Wendy’s pussy, when I sucked her breasts, when I licked her everywhere. I forgot about him when she did all those things to me.

On her last day, we had sex until I took her to the airport. At the airport, we found a bathroom stall and went at it again. We didn’t care who came in there and heard us.

I held her hand as long as I could before reaching the security line.

Looking into her face, our smiles long since faded, we knew how much we’ll miss each other.

“So is this a one-time thing?” Wendy asked me.

“I don’t know. All I know is that I need this again,” I told her.

“Maybe I could visit again soon.”

“Or I could visit you. We can drivr by Trent’s house and have sex on the front lawn,” I said.

Wendy smiled, fighting back tears.

We hugged and kissed goodbye. I told her I loved her, she said the same.

I watched her leave, making her way through the security checkpoint. I felt better, much better. She gave her body to me to use as medicine and it worked. I had no idea how long. But for now, I felt fine.

When I got home to my empty apartment, Wendy and I having sex in my bed flashed in my mind. I smiled, looking at the empty bed.

I undressed and fingered myself to orgasm in the bathtub.

Just before going to bed, I looked up plane tickets to LA. I booked one to go see Wendy the next month. I had a feeling I’d need more medicine.

The end.

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Lisa and i are happy together.

Part 2 takes place a few weeks after Lisa and I move in with each other.

It’s mid February and cold outside which is normal for a northern climate that we live in.
Lisa is working at a convince store and I’m looking for work in my field. Computer repair.
I graduated from a local university five years ago. I got work right out of school, but lost my job just before Sandy and I divorced.
It’s a tough field to find work in. I guess it’s a good thing I graduated top in my class.
My highschool buddy Ted was second and remembering the fact that he owed me a big favor, I went to see him when the company he works for had a job fair.
I’m still not totally comfortable with myself yet. But Lisa is helping with that and I am more and more comfortable as time goes by.
Ted as I found out was in charge of hiring at a local computer repair shop.
I prepared my resume the week before. I was confident I would get the job without using my favor.
I arrived 20 minutes early and sat in the waiting room patiently as two other people went in and left.
Finally I was called.
I entered and was asked to sit which I did. He was reading my resume, then looked up and said I was in this same class, but you claim to have graduated top of the class!? I happen to know the guy that aculay graduated at the top and it wasn’t you. Can you explain please.
Looking straight at him and realizing he didn’t recognize me, I say Ted I know this is going to sound unbelievable but it’s me. Jim!!! I’ve been through a lot in the last year or so. But I can explain.
Ted being the sarcastic Ted I know starts to say something, but I cut him off and finished his sentence.
He just sits there and looks at me and says, you must have known Jim in order to know what I was gonna say.
Ted, it’s me. Remember that trip that you and your girlfriend and I made to long lake. My girlfriend at the time got sick and couldn’t go so it was the three of us.
Ted sits back and thinks a little and says ya I remember. What did you find in the lake the second day there.
Without hesitation I say a sword but it wasn’t in the lake it was in the forest leaning against a rock.
Ted now has a stunned look on his face and says Jim, wha what the hell happened to you. His eyes squinting with a curious look on his face.
It’s a long story Ted, one I promise I’ll tell you another time. I’m here because I really need a job Ted. Can you help me.
Of course, are you kidding. Welcome aboard Jim. Then looking down he corrects himself and says Jill!?!? ( I changed my name to suit my female look ).
Ted says when can you start.
As soon as possible if that’s ok.
How about Monday morning 8 am sharp. A whole week away I think to myself but agree.
I was wondering if you’d like to catch up, I haven’t heard from you since school. I’d like for you to meet my wife.
Sure, can I bring a friend?
Ted looks at me puzzled and says in a bit if a broken voice, boyfriend.
Laughing at him, no. Lisa from grade school.
Ted smiles, ah yes, Lisa. Sure. How about tomorrow night at 6.
Sounds good.
On my way home I called Lisa to tell her the good news but she didn’t sound to happy about it, expecially after I mentioned Ted’s name but wouldn’t talk about it either.
I got home and started super and awaited Lisa’s arrival. She works from 7-3pm and should have been home be 3:30 at the latest but at 5 o’clock I tried calling her. No answer. I was getting worried by the second when she walked in at 6:30 saying sorry I’m late. I had no choice but to work. My replacement didn’t show up and the boss had to come in early. I was mad because she could have called but I guess she was to busy to bother. We ate dinner and talked a bit.
I got a job today. I start Monday morning at 8. I’ll be working with Ted.
Ya, okay. Good for you she says, not looking up from her plate.
Something wrong Lisa?
No, everything’s fine. Monday, that’s good.
Ted wants to catch up. He wants to meet us for dinner at 6 tomorrow night… is that okay?
I don’t… I mean I can’t… I might have to work late again.
Are you okay, you don’t sound to happy?
I’m fine. She says but I know something’s not right.
The next day and she’s not home by 5. So I tried calling her and got no answer. I left her a message telling her where to meet us and headed to the restaurant.
I got there and Ted and his wife were already there. Ted introduced me to his wife Jan.
Ted and Jan meet almost 4 years ago and we’re married two years now. They are expecting their first child in another four months.
The evening was fun, reminiscing about old times but at 9 o’clock and no word from Lisa I told my company I needed to go but wanted to do this again.
I got home at 9:30 to find Lisa in the living room. She didn’t look to happy.
What’s wrong Lisa. I know something’s wrong.
Ted and I used to see each other years ago. When we broke up it wasn’t nice.
I didn’t know you and Ted were an item. We didn’t see each other that long. He wanted sex and I wasn’t ready she replies.
Well he didn’t mention anything about the two of you. Just watch yourself around him okay Jill. She says.
It was 11:15 am Thursday. The phone rings. It’s Ted. Hay Jill, can you meet me for lunch, I’m at the old mill restaurant on the east side.
Sure, I’ll see you there I told him.
A short while later and I’m at the place but wondering why he wants to meet at an old abandoned place but I wait for him to show up. Ted arrives in a BMW. Nice car I think to myself.
Hi Jill, let’s take a walk.
You know I always liked you he starts out saying. And you look really good. Not what I expected but you do something to me and I was wondering if you feel the spark between us that I feel.
I wasn’t paying attention but we were inside this old building and Ted is rambling on about nonsense.
Suddenly he grabs me by the arms and kisses me.
Now I’m getting scared. I pushed Ted off me, that’s when he slapped my hard across the face and pushing me to the ground. I lifted my right knee just as he came down on top of me, I hit him in the groin, he rolls off me moaning in pain. I got to my feet and yelled what the fuck do you think your doing Ted?
I’m sorry Jim, I mean Jill but all I can do is think about you and what sex with you would feel like. Ever since the lake when you and I did Shawna, I wanted you. Isn’t that why you got a sex change, because you’re into guys?
No Ted. That’s not it at all. I told him angrily!!!
Ted just looks at me. Not sure what to say.
But if I was into guys it sure as fuck wasn’t to get raped by a so called friend, what the fuck is your problem Ted?
Please forgive me. I wasn’t thinking. I don’t know what…
Shut the fuck up Ted. This is bull shit. Fuck this shit. I’m outa here.
I got into my car and started to drive. I needed to cool off.
What the hell was he thinking. What am I gonna do now.
Shit, I gotta start work on Monday with him.
I finally cooled off enough to go home.
Lisa was waiting for me.
Where where you. I’ve been worried. It’s after ten Jill!
Oh well I was out just driving around thinking and stuff.
If I’d told her what happened, I’m sure Ted would need medical attention.
Lisa told me she worked until eight o’clock and when she got home and I wasn’t there, she got scared and called my mom.
I’ll call her in the morning… no you better call tonight Lisa says.
Hi mom, I’m okay, I just needed time to think so I went for a drive. My mom was sobbing as she replied, my god, your alright, thank goodness. You can’t just do whatever you want you know.
I know mom, sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise. I gotta go mom, I’ll call you tomorrow.
Lisa and I got ready for bed. Sex was the furthest thing from my mind.
Lisa reaches over to me and touching my cheek. She pulls me to her and we kiss.
Lisa always knows how to get me aroused and in the mood. Our hands are all over each other in milliseconds.
Suddenly there’s two fingers in my pussy. I gasp for air and tense up. Wow, that was fassttt I whisper into the air as she fucks me hard with two digits, kissing me hard now she slips a third finger in. I’m shaking now as I’m in sensory overload. I spread my legs wider to allow her more access. Lisa looks me in the eyes and pulled her fingers out of me. She has a devilish look on her face. She’s fumbling with something down between my legs. I can feel something pushing into my pussy. It’s big and warm. It’s a… OMG. It’s a dildo.
Before I can protest she has it inside me about three inches or so. Suddenly it starts vibrating. It’s a vibrator.
My eyes roll back into my head and I’m really shaking now. I’m almost lost in my own body. I manage a low grown. A sound that couldn’t have come from me but I know it did. Lisa worked my pussy with the vibrator for a few more moments. The groan slowly built up inside me. I closed my eyes and let out a shaking vibrating sound I’ve never heard before. Lisa just kept going. Suddenly I exploded all over the vibrator and Lisa’s hand as she shoves the toy all the way in and holds it there. God I’ve never felt so full in my life.
Smiling at me, lisa says I know you’ve never done this before but I’m pretty sure you liked it and she kisses me as she slowly pulled out of me leaving me with an empty feeling.
I just smile at her and reply with wow. I had no idea that would feel that good.
Lisa gets up and straddles my face planting her pussy on my lips she says you might like the real thing one day. I immediately go to work licking and lapping at her hungrily. God dose she tasted good. She grinds her pelvis over my mouth and nose. I reach up and stick a finger in her ass. She slows down and starts to moan lightly. I decided I’m going to go right for it. I stick my tongue as far as I can up her delicious cunt. And shove three fingers in her ass at one time.
She squeals loud and starts to squeeze he thighs together, I just kept lapping at her sex. She’s squeezing her breasts and arching her back while she’s grinding her pussy on my face. I stop suddenly and she slowly orgasms on my face.
I reached down and grabbed the vibrator and touched it to her ass. She jerks up and moans loudly.
I flipped the switch and pushed it up to her ass opening and she sits down and grinds her hips on my face and the toy. Lisa cums hard as she shakes. I lap at her sex. She grabs my head and screams. She slides off me after she calms down a little and snuggles up to me as we drift off to sleep.
The next morning I got Lisa up and off to work. I kissed her good bye and went back into the living room, sitting down I started to think about last night and the fact the the vibrator felt so dame good. Before I knew it I was in the bedroom playing with Lisa’s toys.
She has quite a few toys in her toy box. The one that caught my eye was the biggest one there. It felt so real. It was at least 10 inches long and about 3 inches thick. It had a large head and was quite veiny. It had a large suction cup on the bottom and it was flesh colored.
I decided to take a shower and play with this toy.
I got undressed and noticed I was wet down there. I fingered myself for a bit before I got in the shower. I was really wet now. I stuck the toy to the wall and placed the head to my opening and slowly tried to get it in but it wouldn’t go in.
I took it off the wall and stuck in on the floor. I got down on my knee’s with the toy between my legs. The hot water running down over me. I touched it to my pussy opening. Momentarily thinking back to the days when I was a man. Remembering when the girls I was with were over me, about to sit down on my cock. I close my eyes and slowly sit down on the dildo.
Snapping back to reality as I suddenly realized this thing is huge and the pain I feel is so intense but it feels so good at the same time.
I can’t move as I hold the toys head just inside my cunt. It starts to feel better so I slowly slide another inch inside.
The pain returned more intense. My eyes are closed tight as the pain turns to pleasure so I slid down another inch.
The toy is stretching my box to the max. I’m shaking a little now but I want more so I slide down another inch.
I feel so full but I know there’s more there. After a little rest I slide down more. This time there’s no pain just pleasure. So I kept sliding down until I couldn’t get anymore inside. It felt like I hit something inside that wouldn’t let me go any further.
I pulled up and sat back down again. Over and over again. Grabbing my tits and tweaking the nipples. Up and down feeling every inch as it filled me to the brim.
I’m really shaky as I grind the prosthetic cock into my cunt.
I can feel my orgasm building deep inside as I ride my new friend. I’m feeling really hot. I’m breathing heavily as I start to cum. I can’t hold myself up any longer, I’m shaking, feeling week I slid all the way down past what ever was stopping me before. Screaming loudly as I cum hard. Shaking and screaming, pulling on my tits, impaled on Lisa’s toy I finally collapse on the floor in the shower.
Suddenly there’s a banging on the door and someone is yelling are you okay in there
In as strong of a voice as I can muster witch was quite shaky I reply yes, I’m fine. Sorry I slipped but I’m fine.
Pulling myself up and turning the water off I got out of the shower and put a white robe on and went to the door.
There stood the building superintendent with a worried look on his face.
Sorry Berry I respond in a much more stable voice as I smile at him. I slipped in the shower.

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