Lisa's Kiss

As Lisa led me into her house and towards her bedroom, I became anxious about what I knew was going to happen. It was as if I was in a trance, totally under someone else's control and it was a feeling I had never experienced before. As I followed her, I noticed she had a glow about her, something very special. I wasn't sure if I had that same aura, but I knew that I was still very aroused, that my pussy was soaking wet and my clitty was still very excited and engorged.

Lisa stopped just outside her bedroom door, turned to face me and before I could react took my face in her hands and brought my lips to hers. As they touched, her lips pressing against mine forced my mouth open and our tongues touched. I had never been kissed open mouthed by another woman, and while I would not necessarily call myself promiscuous I will admit that I have been with many men. Never in my life, however, have I had an orgasm from a simple kiss. Lisa's touch was so tender, so sensual, that the kiss itself was one of the most beautiful and sensual moments that I had experienced in my life of 30-something years.

I couldn't help but kiss back -- our tongues darting and flicking at each other, the soft touch of our lips against each other, was causing me to moan and Lisa joined me in expressing the enjoyment of the moment. The burning in my pussy became overwhelming, and I reached behind Lisa to hold her as I pressed my pussy against her and began to sway and rub on hers. Lisa's hands went to her breasts and she cupped both of them, squeezing them as she pressed her nipples against my bathing suit bra.

The sensuality was becoming more and more intense for me, and I was losing any remaining self-control. Digging my fingers into the firm cheeks of Lisa's bottom, I pressed my pussy harder against her until I felt spasms of an orgasm build with in me. My legs turned to gelatin and I nearly passed out, as Lisa seemed to know exactly what to do for me. Letting go of her breasts, she wrapped her arms around me and leaned against me, propping me against the wall. Holding me close, she took the initiative to break the kiss, moaning softly as she pulled her lips from mine. With her arms behind me, Lisa began to softly stroke her fingers on my back and cocked her head to nestle it against my shoulder. She kissed me softly down my neck and over my shoulders until she reached my cleavage. She darted her tongue between my breasts and then looked me in my eyes.

With that perfect and pretty smile of hers, Lisa told me that she wanted to make love with me. She told me that it would be all right if I didn't make love with her, that I didn't have to do anything to her if I didn't want to. She asked me if it would be okay to continue. Unable to form words, I could only nod my head. She took my hand and led me the rest of the way into the bedroom. As we reached the bed, Lisa took my bathing suit top and lifted it over my breasts and then over my head. I knew my nipples had become swollen and I could feel them rubbing against the inside of the cups since the top was a little too big for me. But I never expected to see them as hard and erect as they were. In all the years of playing with myself, or having my breasts played with, had my nipples ever grown this large. I was quite proud of them and arched my back a little hoping that Lisa would take the hint that they were begging to be suckled, but that was a missed opportunity as Lisa's hands reached down to slip into my bathing suit bottom.

Something suddenly snapped inside me, and I reached to stop Lisa's hands from going any further. I knew that when she took of the bottoms, she would see my hairy pussy, most probably soaking with my wetness, and because of the orgasms, I wouldn't be clean for her. I told her that I would first like to take a shower, and she giggled and asked me why. It seemed as though we would never have a secret between us again, so I told her.

She began to kiss me again, but this time it was only for a second. Then she looked into my eyes and told me that she wanted to taste me the way I was. Before I washed myself, she wanted to taste the way I was, naturally, with the traces of all of me lingering on my bush. With that she lowered herself to her knees and lowered my bathing suit to my ankles, lifted my leg to help me step from it, and slipped her hand up my inner thigh to coax me to spread my legs. I was scared to death that this wonderful afternoon would come to an end when Lisa tasted or smelled my pussy. We had lain in the sun and I knew that there would be traces of perspiration. I had peed, and although I had obviously wiped myself, there would be traces of that too. Then, there would be the rivulets of my juices on the hairs near my opening -- in short I was deathly afraid of my cunt smelling and tasting dirty. Why hadn't I trimmed myself, I wondered.

Before I could stop her, and insist that I needed to shower, Lisa pressed her face against my hairy mound and I could literally hear her sniff my pussy as she moved her nose through my bush. Taking her head away, I heard her say "Ahhhhhh", as she pressed her face against me a second time, taking time to smell me again. As she continued, she opened her mouth and took in a mouthful of my bush near my soaking wet opening. Tugging at the hair, Lisa sucked at my hairy pussy. After a few minutes, she stood up before me. Lisa told me I tasted and smelled even better than she imagined and told me to lie down on the bed and spread my legs. God, how I hoped this day would never end.

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Lisa's Pool

Last summer I joined a health club to keep active during my vacation from teaching. I would usually go in the mid-morning and work out for a couple hours, then return home take a shower and do whatever chores I had planned for the day. There was another woman about my age (30-something) that was evidently following the same schedule, for I saw her nearly every day. Often, we would even arrive around the same time. She was attractive, and certainly didn't need to work out, but I assumed she was like me and just wanted to stay in shape.

Over the course of next few weeks we introduced ourselves, and became friendly acquaintances, even to the point of sharing some information about ourselves and our families. Lisa was divorced, and worked evenings as a shift-supervisor at a local grocery chain. She talked about her marriage and how the break-up happened, and she also talked about the settlement. She was able to keep the house they had owned, and her ex was required to pay the mortgage and some of the other bills. All in all she felt like she was doing ok, but she did mention how sometimes she felt lonely.

Our acquaintance with each other turned more into close friendship, as we discovered more about each other, and that our tastes were quite similar. Naturally, when I was invited to go to her home and take a swim in her pool one day after our workout, I quickly chose to join her. As we left the club, she suggested that I follow her to her house, and I giggled as I told her that I would run home first and get a bathing suit. She told me I could wear one of hers, and I laughed as I told her that I wouldn't want to ruin one of her bathing suits by ripping it trying to stuff my bottom in it. She smiled, and told me, first I didn't have a big ass, and second, she was sure that she had a suit that would fit. I blushed as I told her that I kind of had another problem. She asked what it was, and I reddened even more when I explained that since I hadn't been to a pool all summer, and never really had the need to, I hadn't done any trimming for awhile, and I had grown a little bushy. I told Lisa that I had a suit that would cover that up. Lisa smiled, her natural pretty smile, and said not to worry, that she was still sure she had a suit that would fit me, and even if a little showed it would be no big deal since her pool was very secluded in the rear of her house, and she wouldn't be bothered with what I looked like.

Since I lived about 10 miles in the opposite direction from Lisa, I decided to take her up on her offer, and followed her to her home. Nestled on a wooded slope, overlooking our town, the word private hardly described her beautiful home. The house was barely visible from the road, and when she showed me around inside, I was nearly overtaken with the view. Her pool, tucked off the back of the house, must have been a nightmare to maintain with all the trees around, and her high fence also added that much more privacy. Lisa showed me all around, and really tried to make me feel very comfortable. We stood in her kitchen as she brewed iced tea, and then she led me off to her bedroom where she began to rummage for a bathing suit for both of us.

Although Lisa's breasts were larger that mine, I finally decided on a conservative two-piece suit after determining that I could stay in it without falling out. And, even though a few hairs peeked from the leg openings, for the most part my bush was concealed. After changing in her bathroom, while she changed in the bedroom, we went to the kitchen, got our pitcher of tea and some glasses and went to the pool. We laid on the lounge chairs, rubbed lotion on ourselves, and settled in to a relaxing afternoon of chatting and taking a dips in the pool from time to time.

After awhile, Lisa got up and giggled that she had drank way too much tea, and that she would be back in a few minutes. I stayed at the poolside, thoroughly enjoying the sun, and lost track of time. Before too long, I had the urge to pee, and I went back to the house. Just off the kitchen was a small bathroom that Lisa had shown me on my tour, and I assumed it would be empty so I ventured there. I opened the door and was stunned by what I saw. There before me, legs spread wide, with the bra of her bathing suit raised above her breasts, was Lisa furiously masturbating with a large vibrating dildo. Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were closed as she rapidly plunged the toy in and out of herself. My entrance must have startled her as she stopped for a moment as I stammered an apology, and she blushed about 6 shades of red. I quickly left the bathroom, and went to the one off her bedroom that I had used for changing.

After using the toilet, I went back through the house, and as I passed the bathroom Lisa was using, I heard little gasps and moans of pleasure, and I knew that she had continued her masturbation even after being caught. I decided that I wouldn't say anything, because I was sure I had embarrassed her, and besides, as a divorced woman it was logical that she also had needs to be satisfied, and she would have to do that by herself.

Back at the pool, I stretched out and began to enjoy the sun again. After several more minutes, I saw Lisa's shadow as she approached the pool. I could hear the clinking of ice cubes, and knew that she was bringing the rest of the tea. As if I hadn't already been shocked once for the day, I was stunned when I finally saw Lisa. Completely naked, Lisa was carrying a tray with fresh glasses, another pitcher of iced tea, and also on the tray was the dildo she had been using.

Sitting down on the lounge chair, Lisa quickly told me that although she had been embarrassed when I had caught her, she hoped I wouldn't mind if the urge came over her to masturbate again. She told me that since I had seen her nude, she wasn't embarrassed about staying that way, and besides, she could work on her all-over tan now. I really didn't know what to say or do, but I did know that I didn't want to destroy our friendship by acting in a way that she would think was immature. Besides, seeing her masturbate had been very erotic.

As we began to chat some more, Lisa started to add a sexual twist to the conversation. She abruptly stopped talking, excused herself and said it had happened again. Apologizing, she took the dildo, rubbed the tip against her pussy, and began to masturbate again, right in front of me. I tried to keep from watching, but I really couldn't help it. She looked at me with half closed eyes, and asked if I like what I saw. I couldn't speak, but I bit my lip and slowly nodded my head. She smiled and said that she was glad, because she also liked what she saw.

I must have gotten a stupid look on my face, because she stopped her playing for a moment, the vibrating dildo humming as it lay buried in her pussy, and told me that she thought I was very sexy, and that it was me that had turned her on so. Before I could answer, she asked me if I would do her a favor. Again, unable to speak, I simply nodded. I was stunned when Lisa asked me to stand up, spread the leg opening of the bathing suit and show her my bushy cunt. What little bit of dampness I was feeling became soaking wetness. I stood up and we gazed upon each other as I showed her my pussy and watched her masturbate with the dildo. By the time she was ready to explode, I had joined her, pumping two fingers into myself and we came together in a wonderful orgasm. Getting our breath back, Lisa suggested we go back into the house. What happened then is the subject of another story.

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Lane

The wind had caught my hair and dished it up great. I looked like a relative of Harpos'. Wondered if my hair would matter so much in the scheme of things. Wondered about the time we would spend so close to one another.

I wondered too, about the openness of our lives online. What we had shared, leaving ourselves open and vunerable. The exchange of pictures that would leave no doubt as to whom we were, yet only silhouettes of the 3D personage we call ourselves.

In my haste to have her know me, I sent her every poem and erotic story I had penned, hoping to show her exactly who I was....within a soul painted picture. My passions about my art expelled there in the body of an email, gracing her screen and the countless others on a single mailing list. Passions about sailing, making love, writing, grapes and wolves. Passions. Eruptions. Deliverance and rebirth, all in the name of lust.

In my haste to know more of her, I asked only that she be honest with me, that she be open and proud with me. I didnt want her past, her lovers names or even the moments when she cried someones name into a night filled with more passion....only asked for a future where she might scream my name...where she might even blush in the still of a nights tone...the silvery soft colors of dusk.

Its wicked the games the mind plays. Its unforgiven and evil...when your mind plays against you. More so, here I sit waiting for the womyn who holds my heart and where she is...I havent a clue, just a thought.

I told her to come to the pier. That we would wait till she would appear, and then I would take her to sea, with my crew and I. And so I have waited, against a night filled with the scents of the sea, the flying fish for free, jump as high as the moon and my heart aches for the womyn I call 'Lover'.

She comes from so far away. Her winters longer than the tides that will take us out again, take us into an eddy with thought. Clearly the moon wanes as I wait, and a shadow of regret hangs in the balance.

I wonder if she will like me as she says she loves me. I wonder if her arms will wrap around who she says she longs to hold, am I too bold in wanting more than just the dream?

Its a Caribbean tide that pushes us out through the canal, frigates on either side gather steam in the early hours of eve. Their nocturnal enterprise harbors a commercialism based on noise, greed and neglect.

Soon we see a car that rides slowly down the pier. I see her blond head leaning from the open windows, wondering if she looks for a way to turn around when she sees the eagerness in me. Suddenly I feel small and unattractive. Suddenly I am not poised. My feet lumber under me. My hands inept as I wring them in inadequacies of my mind. Those damn games.

She is smiling. More than I. And then we share that first moment, when time stands still. When the sounds around seem to hold their tongues in the silence. I know her as my lover. I long to bend to take her in, but all I can do is say 'Hello', which she answers just the same.

I rise from my post and jump from the railing to the dock. She laughs a hearty tone that beckons and calls to me. Suddenly Im swept away with passions that I have felt in the early hours of a dawn on all night cybers. We stand face to face. Our eyes locked in a loving embrace. I take her slowly into my arms and kiss her moist lips. I feel as her tongue parts my own lips, pushing in past my teeth. Again I have felt this rebirth. A miraculous overwhelming rise that begins from deep within me and continues all the way to nirvana. I feel her hands grasping, her fingers laying themselves upon me. Her richness filling me. I am alive like never before. In my mouth she tastes like dawn. Bright. Refreshed. Loving. I grab her bags and motion for her to follow me. Our silence is broken by the rapid breaths of two womyn who know passion. I turn to look at her. She is smiling. I am happy.

I take her to my quarters. I have placed orchid petals around the room, and lilacs upon her pillow, though now I know her scent to be more of what I yearn for.... Again she falls into my arms. Her own hands circle my neck, pulling me closer to her. I feel myself spurting from within. Fires that flame and erupt like volcanos that pour and run. She is the goddess of my fire. I am engulfed by her beauty. I roar. I am free within this fire. As it consumes me, so it delivers me. As it lifts me, so it soars with me. And as I soar I know I belong to her, to this womyn I have waited for. She lays her head against the pillow and marvels about the decor. All I can see is her face and the way she smiles at me. All I can taste is who she offers to me.

I come and kneel between her legs on the bed. She hoists herself up against the headboard, watching me and playfully pulling away. I hold her down with my hands placed firmly on her thighs. Her jeans tight against them. Her shirt half way nudged up, revealing her exposed navel. I bend and push my tongue into its center. She laughs and I know again I am hers. I pull my shirt off, exposing me further, then tear at my shorts, barely unhooking them, but the urgency is there. I watch as she smiles and suddenly blushes. I have sensed that innocence before in the late hours of online hushed words. Now she is here with me and I see her naivete. I stand naked before her. Her fingers tracing the outline of my body, my fur breezing in the Caribbean wind. I lean in and kiss her again, this time my lips brushing hers, lightly at first, then pressing harder as we come fully together. My hands unbutton her sweater till she is naked against my chest. Our breaths timed simultaneously, our skin flamed with each breath. I slip a finger inside of her shorts, tugging at the elastic band. Tugging at time. Tugging at my heart. Pulling the fabric from her. A gasp escapes her perfect mouth. I am open to receive that what she offers to me. That which I have longed for. That which is mine to keep..she says so. In those few words comes a trust. Undeniably truth. And mine to keep.

Now we lay close. Our fur rubbing the others. Our skin touching chills that run the length of want. Chills that excite and blend, mingled with lust and love. Is there any difference when you lay so close to perfection? When you slip so deep into heaven. I feel her as she moves inside. I touch her as she dives into me. She feels me as I plunge into the dream, now more than 3D, now more than time. Our lips pressed, the aromatics of that volcanic rush. That marvelous wet that seeps and runs, that rains and delivers. That electric way it pulses inside of me, inside of her. Whatever hesitancy I felt before, whatever ambivalence...it was all gone now, gone in the breeze of a sudden kiss. Gone in the embrace of my lover. And time, well that is fleeting, but I care not to note it at all anymore. It is not significant when one is reborn in her arms.

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Red Eye Surprise

My name is Beth and, at the time this took place, I was one of those harried post-doctoral students you hear about, scrambling to get my career started. The previous two and a half days had gone like a whirlwind. Into San Francisco Sunday afternoon, then two days of conferences, my paper to present, conference dinners, workshops to schedule and now, on my way back home to New York. I had a 10:00 AM meeting on Wednesday with the head of my lab about the results of the trip and the follow-up research I'd be supervising while she was in Europe for three months. The paper I presented at the conference had created a little stir and I considered the trip a success.

I hoped that my mentor would as well. As I boarded the American Airlines jet for the 10:00 PM red eye back to JFK, I figured that with a little luck I could catch five or six hours of sleep. The good news was that this was a non-stop flight and, thanks to frequent flyer miles, I was booked into business class. I had made it to the airport early enough to change out of my business clothes, into a cotton, button-down-the side skirt, loose knit top and sandals. I looked forward to settling into my seat and dozing off. I was sorry to be leaving San Francisco so soon. I had never been there before and would have enjoyed seeing some of the city, but as a barely employed post-doc, I didn't think it would be smart to miss the boss's meeting! I had an aisle seat on the left side of the plane. The boarding area had been pretty empty and I mentally crossed my fingers hoping that no one would claim the window seat next to me. Easing all five feet five inches and 110 pounds of me into the seat, I closed my eyes and actually had started to doze off, when I heard a soft voice say "Excuse me, but I think I have the seat next to you."

I opened my eyes to see a beautiful girl, with peaches and cream skin, blonde shoulder length hair and a lovely figure looking down at me. I guessed her to be about 18 or 19. Dressed in a light blue skirt with buttons down the front, a pale yellow knit top and little white sandals, she looked good enough to eat. To top it off, she had pert little breasts (32B maybe) and, since her nipples seemed ready to poke right through the material of her top, I assumed she wasn't wearing a bra. The girl must have mistaken the surprise she read on my face for annoyance, because she blushed a little and said "I know the plane is almost empty up here, but I really do hate to sit by myself. Do you mind?" Of course I didn't and quickly made room for her to get by. She brushed my knees with her legs as she slid past me and I felt an electric shock shoot up my body. I watched her as she put her carry- ons under the seat and settled herself. She was beautiful, willowy. Now, I know that I'm pretty, but there are some (though probably only a few) men and women who don't find my dark eyes, dark hair, olive skin and obvious Italian heritage appealing. This girl, though, was something else: the perfect white chick. Everybody falls in love with a girl like this, including me; I got wet just watching her.

As she was getting settled, I introduced myself and asked her name. She said it was Elizabeth, but that she preferred Lizzie, mainly because it drove her mom crazy! She said that with an infectious, impish smile and we both laughed. We chatted for a while as the plane taxied and finally took off. I told her about the conference and a little about my research. Lizzie, in turn, told me that she had been visiting her dad (her parents had divorced years before.) He was a surgeon of some kind, who lived up in Marin County. She was heading back to Manhattan and her mom who taught at one of the law schools in the city. Lizzie teased me about all the things I had missed in San Francisco and the wine country by not having time to sightsee; I thanked her for rubbing salt in my wounds! I knew we were going to get along. After about thirty minutes or so, the last three days started to catch up with me, and as attractive as I found Lizzie, the thought of some sleep was even more appealing. So, when one of the stews (Paulette, very cute) came by, I asked her for pillows and blankets for the two of us. When they appeared a couple of minutes later, I told Lizzie I was going to get a little rest. She said wanted to read for a while and asked if I minded having her reading light on. I told her nothing could keep me awake (found out later that was wrong!) and in a few minutes, I was out. It seemed like I had only been asleep for a short time when something caused me to wake. Our little section of the plane was dark; Lizzie had turned out her reading light.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was just past midnight; I had been asleep for about an hour. As I slowly came awake, I looked around trying to figure what had roused me. In the dim light, I could see that Lizzie was laying back in the V where her chair met the cabin wall. Her eyes were closed, but as I looked at her, I noticed that her breathing was a little labored and more rapid than it should have been. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed that her right leg was bent at the knee and pulled up onto her seat. I could see that her right hand was moving rhythmically under the blanket. Looking around, I noticed a lump of what looked like crumpled white cloth tucked against the bag under the seat in front of her. Looking back at Lizzie I suddenly realized that my traveling companion was masturbating! At 40,000 feet in a plane at least half full of strangers, she was diddling herself! I could feel my nipples hardening under my bra and my pussy begin to moisten as the lips became swollen and started to open. Watching Lizzie's face intently, I waited for the first indication that she was about to cum. I noticed her left hand moving up beneath her knit top, rubbing the nipple of first one, then the other breast. Her breathing was still labored, but she didn't seem to be getting any closer to orgasm.

I longed to lift the blanket, so I could watch her at play, but I was afraid to move even a muscle, and risk startling her. After a couple more minutes (which seemed like hours), Lizzie's hands slowed and then went still; apparently she had decided that it was the wrong time or place and that she wouldn't be able to make herself cum. I'm still not sure where I got the nerve to do this to a perfect stranger, but I reached out my hand and put it on her right leg, which was pulled up on to the seat. Her eyes flew open at my touch, but she didn't seem alarmed, just a little startled. Stroking her leg through the blanket, I looked her in the eyes and said "Sometimes, you just need a little help." Taking her right hand out from under the covers and looking down, she brushed it lightly across the top of mine. Then her eyes came back up to mine and she said "I'd love to have you help, that is, if that's what you want to do." What I wanted to do, was kiss her on the lips and put my tongue in her mouth. I wanted to peel off her clothing and explore every part of that beautiful body with my fingers and my tongue, but....what I wanted and what I could get away with were two very different things! I'd have to settle for some gentle fingering. But it would do. Lifting the arm that separated our two seats, I straightened up and had her lean back against me, so that the top of her head was just at my cheek. I spread the two blankets over our laps and whispering into her ear, I asked her to spread herself for me by putting her right leg on top of my left.

Reaching down under the blanket, I undid the last two buttons on the front of her skirt and then ran my hand between her legs. Caressing her thighs lightly, I let my hand inch upward, until I felt the first strands of her pussy hair. Turning my hand, I cupped her mons and gently rubbed it, then parted her moist lips with my middle finger, pushing it a small way inside her. I was rewarded with a sharp intake of her breath and a soft moan. I turned my lips to her ear and whispered "Do you like this, too?" As I asked the question, I slid my left hand up under her top and gently began to circle her nipple, running my fingers across the top of the swollen aureole. "Yes, oh, yes" she sighed as I began to pinch the nipple and then cupped her entire breast. With my right hand I had been rubbing the lips of her pussy. Now I moved it up and started circling her clit with my index finger. Every few seconds, I ran my fingers back into her pussy to lubricate them so I could continue to play with her now swollen rosebud. Lizzie was squirming under my fingers, and her breathing was coming faster and faster. "Yes, yes, oh yes, rub it, please rub it!" she moaned. Her clit was fully erect and free of its sheath and begging for my full attention. Then I felt another set of fingers touch mine.

Putting her hand over mine, Lizzie pushed my fingers down between her pussy lips, saying "Here, put them inside me and fuck me with them, please." Inserting first two, then three fingers between the lips of her pussy, I pushed them in as far as I could, and starting pumping them in and out. I heard her moan in satisfaction. In the meantime, she was circling her clit with her fingers and rubbing it; occasionally our hands bumped against each other as we both worked to bring her to climax. It felt deliciously naughty to be "doing her" together! Lizzie was now thrusting her hips up at my fingers, as I tried to bury them deeper and deeper inside of her. Her breathing was shallow and rapid and I knew she was on the edge. My left hand pulled at her nipple; I rolled it between my fingers and squeezed it as she moaned. Suddenly, her whole body went stiff, and I could feel her muscle spasms as she started to climax. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes" Lizzie just kept repeating those words and it seemed like she would cum and cum forever, but finally, her muscles relaxed and she let her weight fall back against me. My right hand was still gently rubbing her swollen pussy and my left was cupping her right breast. Turning her head towards me, she sat forward and then kissed me on the cheek.

"That was wonderful, Beth. I don't think you learned that just by practicing on yourself!" She moved her leg off of mine and slid back into her own seat, curling her legs up under her and wrapping a blanket over her unbuttoned skirt. Laying the side of her head against the back of the seat she just looked at me and smiled. "No" I answered her. "I love making love to other women and I've had a fair amount of practice." Lizzie just smiled, and then said "I can tell." It had been a long time since I'd had an orgasm just from touching someone else (probably high school!) But Lizzie really had an effect on me. She looked so beautiful when she started to cum! I had felt the churning inside me come to a boil and, to my surprise, had my own mild climax. Now, looking at her laying back against the seat, with her legs curled up, I felt my pussy start to stir again. She looked gorgeous, I could have lost myself in her blue eyes. Smiling, she said "What are you thinking?" "That it's a long time since I came just from touching someone else. You really got me going." "Well, you stirred me up, too!" she laughed, adding "I hadn't been with another person since I left Manhattan, but you were worth the wait." I know I blushed, something I seldom do, and to change the subject I asked how old she had been when she first became aware of sex. Lizzie, said that she had been about three. I know my face registered surprise and probably some disbelief, because she said it was really true.

She remembered her father tucking her into bed at night and after he left the room, she would take one of her stuffed animals and put it between her legs and go to sleep that way. Her mom and dad had split before she turned four, so......I was amazed. Lizzie paused for a moment and I saw her hand move a little under blanket (stroking her pussy?) Then she said her first encounters with another person started when she was about five. Lizzie had a babysitter named Tracey, a high school girl, she really liked. She said Tracey would always play games with her, watch silly television shows and generally do things a five year old liked to do. The best things, though were the baths and the "tickle fights." "She would go into the bathroom with me, and while the tub filled, she would help me undress and the get into the water. Tracey would wash me all over with a cloth, tickling me and making me giggle.

Then, she would have me stand up and spread my legs a bit." Lizzie paused a moment, and I saw her hand moving again under the blanket. I felt myself getting warm and, unbuttoning my skirt a little, slipped my right hand into my panties. "Tracey would lather up her hand and starting rubbing my pussy. She called it my cunny. She made sure to run her fingers between the lips and spent maybe three or four minutes doing this. Of course, I couldn't cum, but I sure loved the way it felt!" Lizzie said that after her baths, Tracey would dry her and help her on with a nightie (not pajamas.) She never put underpants on her. Then, they would go into Lizzie's bedroom, where at some point, Tracey started a tickle fight. The tickling covered all parts of Lizzie's body, but always came back to her pussy and especially her clitoris. She said Tracey called it her "rosebud." Occasionally, Tracey would let Lizzie tickle her through her panties or under her blouse. Tracey had told Lizzie to keep the tickle fights their secret, or they might have to stop, so she'd never said anything to her mom. Tracey went off to college when Lizzie was eight, and Lizzie said that's when she started to masturbate. "I didn't come, of course. In fact I didn't even get wet until I was about eleven, but I missed Tracey - the rubbing had gotten much more exciting as I got older - and I didn't want to go without." I looked down and saw that Lizzie's hand was still doing it's gentle massage under the blanket.

Meanwhile, my index finger was gently caressing my swollen pussy lips, and I felt a fire slowly starting to build inside of me. After a moment, Lizzie continued with her story. "When I was almost eleven, I had an experience that really changed things for me. I woke up one night with a tummy ache and couldn't sleep. Though it was well past midnight, I went to my mom's room to see if she would rub my stomach for me, to ease the ache. As I got near her room, I saw her door, normally open, was all but closed, though her light was still on. Getting closer, I could hear what sounded like moaning." "I knelt by the door and looked in and saw my mother laying nude on the bed.

Her legs were bent and slightly spread and she was rubbing what looked like a pink tube, with a rounded end, over her pussy. I could hear it buzzing. Her other hand was pulling at the nipple of her left breast, rolling it between her fingers." "As I watched, she stopped playing with her breast, and reached down by her side. Her hand came up with another pink tube, which she put between her legs and then pushed into her pussy. She started moving the second tube in and out, faster and faster, while holding the vibrator on her clitoris. I was fascinated; her butt was moving in circles, and at the same time, thrusting up to meet the dildo as she pushed it in. Her moaning got louder and louder, until finally she made one long sound. Her body went rigid and her legs shot straight out. I'll never forget how her toes actually curled! "The spasms that shook her body finally subsided and, after a minute or two, she started to sit up.

My stomach ache was gone and I thought I should get back to bed before she saw me at the door. As I hurried back to my room, I could feel a wetness between my legs and I thought I must have peed. But when I got in bed and started to touch myself, I just felt all slippery......making it much easier to play with myself." Lizzie paused for a second, and looked at me (her hands was still moving under the blanket) "I know that probably sounds sick, but I never wanted to do anything with my mom, I was just really fascinated by what I saw and heard. So fascinated that when she went on a business trip a couple of weeks later, I snuck into her room after the sitter was asleep and "borrowed" her toys. I couldn't get the dildo more than a couple inches into my pussy, but I had my first orgasm with the vibrator that weekend." "Later, at a slumber party, I told several of my friends about the 'tubes' I had seen my mom use and they all said 'gross,' so I dropped the topic. Later, however, when the lights were off, my friend Laurie, curled up beside me and said her mom had the same things and she told me they were called vibrators and dildos. She said that her mom used them when her dad was out of town. She also said that sometimes her dad's sister, Tess, visited while he was gone and she and her mom used them together."

"That really got my heart pounding and I asked Laurie if she had ever tried what her mom and aunt had done. She said she hadn't but wanted to and invited me over to her house the following week. I didn't know it at the time, but I was about to be introduced to sex with other girls." Lizzie paused here and closed her eyes. I could see that her hand was moving faster and faster under her blanket, and she had started to rock back and forth on her curled up legs, her heels pushing up into her pussy. My whole hand was under the elastic of my panties, by this time and my index and middle fingers were deep in my puss, while my thumb was circling my clit, faster and faster. I closed my eyes, too and as I felt the waves of a small orgasm wash over me, I heard Lizzie sight as she too reached climax. Slowly our breathing returned to normal and I finally opened my eyes to see Lizzie still curled up watching me, with a little smile on your face. "You came pretty fast; I didn't even realize you were playing with yourself." "Years of practice in unusual places, like dull PhD lectures." I told her. Lizzie laughed and said that it sounded like there should be a story there. I told her there probably was, but I was more interested in what had happened with Laurie. Turning herself in the seat so she could face me more directly, she resumed her story. It seems that Laurie had things pretty well planned out when Lizzie came home with her the following Monday. Before Lizzie knew it, she said both of them were undressed and laying next to each other on Laurie's bed. After some touching and lots of kissing, Laurie pulled her mother's vibrator and dildo out of her night stand and used them on Lizzie. Lizzie said she thought she was in heaven and had the second orgasm of her life as Laurie buzzed her clit and moved the dildo in and out of her pussy. When she returned the favor for Laurie she said she learned what a turn on it was to watch someone else cum! She had another orgasm just watching Laurie. Laurie also taught Lizzie to make love without the toys. Scissoring her legs, she showed Lizzie how her mom and her Aunt Tess rubbed their pussies together and used their fingers to play with their clitties. Lizzie closed her eyes for a moment and then opening them, she smiled and said

"Those afternoons with Laurie were wonderful, everything was new and fresh; every orgasm was different and shiny. It was great." Laurie and Lizzie stayed close through junior high and then Laurie's dad got transferred to Houston. Lizzie said by then she had become more than a little interested in boys, but losing Laurie was still a blow. She had made other girl friends into lovers, but none had been as close to her or as much fun as Laurie. I thought I saw a little tear in her eye - hard to tell, the cabin light was pretty dim, but I reached over and patted her on the leg. We were both quiet for a couple of minutes and then I told her that I really needed to use the lady's room to wash my hands, especially the right one. We both laughed and then Lizzie reached out and touched my leg. Looking up she said "You've been very sweet and I would love to return the favor, but I'm not sure we could get away with it here again. Why don't I wait for about two minutes and then join you in the lavatory. You, can, uh, get ready for me." I didn't need any coaxing. We agreed that when I heard two distinct knocks on the door, I would open it for Lizzie.

Grabbing my handbag, I walked toward the restrooms. On the way, I passed Paulette, the stew who had brought us the blankets and pillows. She gave me a very, very bright smile and said "Well, the two of you seem to be enjoying the flight! It's nice when you have someone who can come along on these long trips, isn't it" I just smiled one of my own brightest smiles back and kept on going. I knew that Lizzie and I had been a little louder than we had intended but I didn't know we had alerted the stews. I wondered what she would think when Lizzie followed me back in another minute or so. The lavatory was vacant and I went right in. Undoing the buttons on my skirt, I pulled my soaked panties down, stepped out of them, and stuffed them into my handbag. Resisting the impulse to bury a couple of fingers in my pussy, I instead unbuttoned my blouse and then opened the front of my bra.

My breasts aren't huge (34B's) but they're firm, with long nipples that get even longer when I'm aroused. And I was aroused! As I waited for Lizzie to knock I pinched and pulled at them, feeling the excitement growing inside of me. I again resisted the urge to fuck myself, preferring to wait for Lizzie to arrive. I didn't have to wait very long. There were two sharp raps on the door and as I opened it, Lizzie slipped in. I sat on the sink, so she could get all the way inside. Taking her head in my hands, I pulled Lizzie's mouth to me and we kissed. I had been wanting to do that since I first saw her. Her breath was musky, as her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, doing a tango with my tongue. I felt her hands go to my breasts, as first she cupped them both in her hands and then started to lightly run the palms of her hands over the tips of my nipples. I felt them burn from her massage and get even harder. We were still locked together in a kiss and I ran my hands through her hair, then down the side of her face. Her hair was silky and her skin soft, like a baby. Up close, Lizzie was even lovelier than I had realized. Her right hand had traveled down from my breast, across my tummy, to a spot just above my clit. I felt Lizzie flatten her hand against me, as she pushed down, between my legs and then curled it slightly to cup me. My clitoris was erect and I could feel how swollen and open my pussy lips had become. Lizzie gently ran the flat of her hand across the edges of those lips and I felt my internal pressure starting to build. Flexing her index finger, she pushed it between my lips and began moving it up and down. Almost of their own volition, my hips started to rotate as I strained to push down on her hand. Breaking our kiss, Lizzie bent over and took my right breast in her mouth. I felt her tongue flick my nipple, and then her teeth nip at it. At the same time, her thumb started rubbing my clit, as she penetrated me with her index and middle fingers. I felt, more than heard, a groan of pleasure escape my lips, as my head swivelled back in ecstasy. I ground my pussy into Lizzie's hand, willing her to push her fingers deeper and deeper inside of me. My breath was coming in great gasps and I knew I was making a lot of noise. I wouldn't have been surprised if the pilots up in the cockpit could hear me!

Lizzie was now on her knees, her tongue leaving a wet trail down my stomach as it moved toward my clit. I spread my legs as far as I could, as I felt her cheeks come in contact with my thighs. I felt the wetness of her tongue flicking my rigid clit, as I pushed my pelvis forward to meet her. It felt like Lizzie had her whole hand inside of my pussy, as she fucked me, faster and faster. Looking down, I could see her other hand busy underneath her own skirt. My hands, almost of their own accord, were massaging my breasts and pulling at my nipples which felt like they were on fire. Lizzie's head was bobbing between my thighs as her tongue ran up and down over my clit and the top of my pussy lips. Those lips throbbed as her hand continued thrusting into me and I felt myself building toward a tremendous climax. Pulling my nipples straight out and pushing my pelvis into Lizzie's face, I felt myself go over the top, as wave after wave pleasure washed over my body. Lizzie continued to lick my clit and finger my pussy until I saw her suddenly throw her head back and groan as her hand brought her to her own orgasm. For a moment the two of us just sat, letting the spasms subside, as our breath and heart rates returned to normal. Then, reaching down, I put my hands on Lizzie's face and gently pulled her up, so she would get to her feet. When she was standing, I looked at her, licked her cheek and then laughed "Your face is a mess, it's all shiny and it tastes like pussy!" I said.

Still laughing, I put my arms around her and pulled her to me. She brought her face close and we kissed, a long, satisfying, "I am so glad to be here, with you" kind of kiss and just held each other. Then we started thinking about getting cleaned up! A few paper towels and a couple minutes of brushing, buttoning and snapping later and we were both relatively presentable. Thank God nobody wears makeup any more! Lizzie left first and I followed a couple minutes later. A few people seemed to be watching us, but no one took very much notice. As I approached my seat, however, I saw Paulette walking towards me. She stepped into a row of empty seats to let me by. As I passed, she put out her hand and pressed a card into mine, saying "I like people who know their mind. I hope I get to see both of you again." As I sat down, I looked at the card she had given me. It had her name and phone number and on the back she'd written "Boys are good, but girls are even better. Call me, please. Paulette" I showed Lizzie the card and she thought it held potential. Then, completely sated from the evening's escapades, we leaned against each other, pulled our blankets around us, and as we sped toward New York, finally fell sound asleep.

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Cop

Finally the class was over and I could go home. I couldn't remember when I had ever been so bored. OK, I know it was my fault for driving too fast. That's the breaks. I got tagged for speeding and had to do this offenders class on safety, but the majority of people in the class were sauces, very few speeders. The cop who tagged me was a tall Highway Patrolperson who I always referred to as "Bad Mary." Turns out her name is Officer Joelle Campion, and she not only pulled me over, but also 4 other cars all at the same time. I thought that I would still use the moniker, but would of course change it to Bad Joelle. She was quick and she was cute. So even though she was writing me for a $270.00 ticket, she looked good doing it. It was hard to remain mad at someone so perfect.

She was tall, about 6 ft, large brown eyes that seem to scream out at you when she looked at you. Her lips were full and she wore a modest red lipstick. She was of a medium build, though through her shirt sleeves, I could make out the definition of some muscles. For a fleeting moment I thought about what it would feel like to have those arms wrapped around me.

But I did say fleeting. She handed me the fine to sign and quickly I was brought out of my fantasy world. She handed me the ticket and told me to have a nice day, all the while smiling at me. As she walked away, she turned and over her shoulder she said, "Hey, I really like that streamer on your back window. I haven't seen that one before," and with that she got into her car and waited for me to pull away first. The flag she was referring to was my minute gay statement. This particular streamer was iridescent and seem to glimmer more in the sun.

And so there I was every Tuesday night for an hour and a half, sitting in a small room with other traffic offenders and an officer. Most nights we viewed films left over from the 50's. You know the type, very grisly traffic accidents, where none of the victims ever lived. And it was always some drunk or some reckless speeder who caused the deadly scenes. Some night we would sit and talk about situations where we believed we were right, all related to vehicles. This night, however, was so boring. Our usual officer couldn't make it, so another person was filling in, and she hadn't a clue as to what to do or what was usually done, so we sat around while Big Eddie (major sauce) told us his own grisly stories of driving around Sonoma County as a kid. I think I slept through most of it.

The next week, I found out that our usual Officer Kenton Clark was still off work due to the flu. Someone standing outside the place smoking said there was another womyn stand-in for the evening. I heard myself moan, thought that I too would call in sick and just as I was heading for the phone, I noticed Bad Joelle. My heart fluttered. I cant even begin to tell you how excited I was to see her. Hell, the first time we met, it cost me close to 3 bills...she wasn't cheap.

I grabbed a seat near the rear of the class, knowing that when she entered the room, she would walk by me first. I just wanted to get the whole effect, to watch her stride across the room. When almost everyone was there, and she still hadn't come in, I stood up and wondered if my eyes had been playing tricks on me. I walked into the corridor and looked one way and then the other and no Joelle. Damn! I realized then that I should have called in sick. I decided to hit the restroom before the session started.

I washed my hands and face, pushing my hair back over my ears. I remember looking tired. After working 10 hours at the restaurant, traffic school wasn't really what I had in mind. I took my comb out and brought it through my hair trying to adopt a cooler attitude with a new look. While I was preening myself, I didn't notice that anyone had been in the bathroom until I heard the commode from one of the stalls flush. I wondered then if I had been talking to myself, because sometimes I had done that. Not that I was crazy or anything, but just sometimes when you don't have anyone else to bounce things off of, you might find yourself talking to yourself. Worked for me, but I was a might bit worried that someone else would find me daft. I started for the door when I heard Bad Joelle. "Hey there, remember me?"

I turned and damn if she didn't look better than that fateful day when we met. She was dressed in black slacks and a salmon colored cashmere sweater with a low rounded neck. She wore simple pearls around her neck and looked so stunning that I found myself possibly staring at her with my mouth open.

"I was the cop who gave you that ticket over on Highway 12 a few weeks ago, remember? You and 4 other cars?" "Yea, I remember well," I said shaking my head up and down like some simpleton. "How are you?", I asked. "I've been great, thanks for asking" "Pull anyone over since then?" I asked her and then laughed. She laughed with me and told me she had pulled over possibly 75 people since then, and then added, " But none as cute as you!" WOW! I was blushing so red and couldn't see it in her chocolate skin, but knew that she had to be, was hoping that she shared this moment in red with me. But then another thought came to mind and I thought maybe this was how she got her dates, first ticket someone and then hunt them down.

"Hey, I better get in there. I have a class to teach. Take care," she said and walked out of the lounge. I just stood there up against the wall, in a sort of dazed state. She was smooth. Some people have said I was smooth, but not like this womyn. I decided then, even though she was teaching that class, I was cutting it. I went back into the class and grabbed my jacket and saw Joelle watching me as I left the room.

5 am and the phone was ringing. Who the hell would be calling so damn early? I reached over my pillows and grabbed for the phone and placed it to my ear, just as someone hung up. I hate that. I tried going back to sleep, but all I did was toss and turn, eventually getting up. I decided to go for a run. I went and dressed for a winter morning and headed out the door. The phone started ringing as I was putting my key in the door and I just said, To hell with it. I ran down Baywood and then onto St. Francis all the way out to the strip mall and then back on McDowell. Just as I neared my place, the sun was coming up in the East as a huge ball of fire. I looked at the clock when I went into the house and noticed that I had better get my ass in gear.

I was racing down Lakeville when I picked up lights. Damn! My insurance company wasn't going to like this. I hadn't realized that I was going so fast, maybe I could talk myself out of this one. I was just getting my license and registration together when I saw her coming towards the car. I didn't know whether to be happy or scared. Joelle had a rather intimidating look on her face and I didn't want to be just another statistic.

"Ma'am, may I see your license and registration please?", she said as I rolled down the window. "Hi. Its me, Cary. I didn't think I was going so fast, was I?" "Well, what do you think?" she said while standing there with one hand on her hip, the other holding her ticketbook. "I'm sorry. Really I am, but Im in a bit of a hurry. I have to hit the bank before I go to work, couldn't you just this one time let me go?" "First of all, why did you leave the class last week?" "O. Geez, don't tell me you can write me another ticket for leaving?", I asked with a concerned frightened look on my face. Another 300 dollars out the window would leave me in a tight space. I was hoping that my pleading would help. I gave her that charming smile that most dykes go crazy for, she just looked at me and then spoke, "No, don't worry. No ticket for leaving. I was just sort of surprised to see you leave. You know you have to have a valid excuse for leaving. This is like a probation and you have to report." "OK, I promise not to leave anymore. I only have 50 weeks left,," I said kind of laughing. She smiled. It was the brightest part in my morning. She could have written me a hundred tickets at that moment, instead she said, "I pulled you over because, well first of all, I wanted to know why you had left and secondly, because...," and she hesitated for a second and turned and looked at the cars racing by, "I wanted to know if we could maybe go out sometime?" She had taken me totally off guard, but rather than being coy and not answering, I almost tripped over my tongue when I said, "Yea sure..I would love to go out with you sometime. Will you wear the uniform?" Now it was her turn to blush, and I saw it, subtle but creeping up in her high cheekbones. She handed me her business card and told me to call her sometime. I said I would and she walked back to her squad car and drove off. My heart was beating louder than big bass drum..Yea, I started singing the Stones on the way home.

I worked 10 days in a row and thought of Joelle often, just didn't have the energy or time to call her. I didn't want to give the impression that I wasn't interested, so I called her number and left an answer on her machine. It went something like this..."Hi Joelle, this is your little traffic offender and I was calling to say that I would love to see you, its just that Ive been so busy with work, that I haven't had time to breathe. Just wanted you to know I was thinking about you. Bye," and then wished that I had said something else instead. It wasn't like email, where you could unsend and then resend something else. I really felt foolish, but maybe she wouldn't see it as such.

Another 12 days of consecutive work. I was burned out and in dire need of some time off, but Henri wouldn't hear of it. He said he needed me. I told him I would quit if he didn't give me at least 2 days free. He humphed and grumped around a bit and then said he would give me next Monday and Tuesday off. I told him I needed it now and I was firm. I do believe that he believed every word I spoke, so he relented and gave me the rest of the week off.

I went and had a massage and then ran for 5 miles, went home and noticed there were 11 messages on my machine. I decided to get a shower first and then check them later.

The messages were all from Joelle. She was happy to hear from me and she wanted to see me soon. The next 5 messages were from her while she was driving down the road chasing another infractor. And then the last message, was somewhat cut off and I didn't really know anything of what she said. I thought I would give her a call after my dinner, but first I was going to catch a little nap.

I awakened to laughter. When opening my eyes I saw Joelle standing over me and the bed. I tried to move, but soon realized that my hands were cuffed to the bed railing, one on either side. She stood there with that incredible smile across her gorgeous lips. "Hey baby, I just couldn't wait," she said as she leaned down and ripped my shirt from my body. The fabric stretching was taut and stung as it came away from me. "Ouch, that hurts," I cried out and she covered my mouth with hers, pushing her forceful tongue into my mouth. She pushed in far back into my throat making me choke and I tried to turn my head away from her. "Listen to me, I want your attention. Don't try to turn away from me. If you do, I will punish you. Do you have that clear?"

I was frightened. It wasn't that scaredness I felt when I thought I was getting another ticket, this one was born from deep within me. It erupted in a voice of its own. "What the fuck do you think you are doing to me.,in my own house, get me the fuck outta these," and with that she moved her knee down into my belly. I was really scared. She meant business. I decided to cooperate. "Now that's better baby, you can have it two ways. The nice way or the way where I win and you feel lousy afterwards. What will it be?" "Your way". And I laid there silent, waiting for her next move. I watched as she put on a waist harness and slipped a big black dick into it. I was the one who usually wore the harness in relationships I was in, was never the fuckee. I watched as she moved over to me and when she kissed me I kissed her back. This time the kiss was softer and I felt her fingers touch my nakedness. She moved her knowing thumb and forefinger rolling over each nipple till it was taut and rocky, then she squeezed a little tighter till I moaned. She seemed to like that. She inched her way down my torso, taking her time and just as I was getting into the gentleness, she stopped abruptly and said, "Bitch, now its your turn to please Daddy." She stood up and moved up to where my head lay. She got right up to the couch and holding the massive cock in one hand said to me, "Its tube steak time baby, do it good. I want to watch." I watched her watching me as I licked the bulbous head of her toy, and then licked down one side of the shaft and then down the other, each time quickening my pace. I could hear her saying "Good baby, good baby, o yea daddy loves his baby" and the faster I got the hotter she became. I felt her fingers grab hold of my bush and tug and then she jerked her pelvis up into me, so that the cock made its way into the rear of my mouth. I swallowed it as far as I could and watched as her eyes almost rolled into her head as she fucked my mouth. It was so incredibly hot watching her get off, I couldn't help but puddle up under me. I felt her erupt sweetly on my face, my tongue lapping it up and Joelle saying, "O baby, O yes. And now I have something for you sweet baby, o yea daddy has something for you." And I watched as she pulled the harness off and for a minute I thought maybe she was going to give me head, but instead she pulled on a sterile glove and if I thought I was frightened before....

She laid on the bed next to me, stroking my nipples and kissing me. She kissed my neck and collarbone and trailed kisses down my belly. She ran her tongue in my bush and down to my clit. I almost jumped from sheer excitement. She drove her tongue down my path to the entrance to heaven and darted just inside the opening. I moaned and my mouth became parched. My breath rapidly beating in my chest. Waiting for her next move. I started to say something and stopped, for somewhere inside of me I wanted this as much as she....

She parted my labia with her gloved hand. The polyurethane was weird the way it rubbed against my skin. I felt as her forefinger entered me and then the middle one and then the third. She started fucking me slowly with those three. Long and slow deep thrusts. My body moved against her as she came in and then pulled away and then slammed back into me again. I felt waves building inside of me and then her pinkie finger slid into me and then the breadth of her hand. It was tight inside, but I eagerly wanted her. There was a thirst growing in me,. a desire beyond all others and then I felt it. Her thumb slowly moving into me. Her knuckles and then her wrist and o God, I couldn't breathe at all and she told me she would wait till I felt good and o God, how I felt. How I longed for her to fill me up, fill me up and take me. This was such divine pain. My body started moving again against hers, taking note of my rhythm, she drove her fist in and out of my pussy. I was on fire, a comet all its own burned inside of me. And still she raged in and out of me, slamming into my heaven. My legs wrapped around her, pulling her closer to me. I felt her wet cunt with my thighs as she dripped onto me. I was ready to burst apart when suddenly she used the key and freed my hands. I wrapped them around her neck and buried my face into hers. Our lips found each others. There were tears streaming down my face. I didn't remember crying, it was just so much emotion filling me and then I erupted sweetly.

We were kissing, it was morning and the light came shining into the room. We had remained locked in each others embrace all night. Her uniform was slung over the armchair across the room. Her harness near the foot of the bed. "Hey sleepyhead, don't you have to get dressed for work. You don't want to be late and have some other policeman give you a ticket, do you?" "Baby, I have the rest of the week off, no racing for me. I just want to stay here with you under house arrest" "Make that bed arrest and I'll race you to the shower", she said as we both scurried for the bathroom.

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Picture Perfect

Let me tell you about the best lover I've ever had. She's kind of chubby and not much to look at, but she knows exactly what it takes to make me come. When I'm not in the mood she leaves me alone, but when I'm hot and ready she goes right to work. We've been having a red-hot affair for years and years and I still love to see the horny little grin on her face -- every time I look in the mirror.

The two of us have never been very discreet and I always figured that our lack of restraint would come back to haunt us some day. It finally happened a couple of months ago and I will get to that story in a while. But first, I think you will enjoy the story of how we got acquainted in the first place

We met at an all-girls Catholic boarding school right after I turned fourteen. My parents had never talked to me about sex, but I could see that I was developing breasts and hips and hair on my pussy. I had also begun to notice that, when I showered with the other girls, I was experiencing oddly pleasant feelings between my legs. And I kept having those feelings again and again because I simply couldn't keep my eyes off the firm breasts, perky nipples and triangles of pubic hair right there in front of me.

But then one day in the shower I noticed that the feelings got better and better while I was rubbing my pussy with my soapy hand. It soon got so good that I didn't want to stop, but I knew that I had to. I toweled myself off and went back to my room and found myself alone. I lay on my bed and started rubbing my pussy some more. And it just kept feeling better and better -- way beyond anything I had ever felt before.

I soon found myself spreading my legs in a most unladylike way. I was shocked at myself, but couldn't stop what I was doing. My pussy had gotten soaking wet and I could feel the slick juice all over my fingers as I rubbed myself harder and faster. As my arousal reached an indescribable peak nothing seemed to exist except the amazing sensations between my legs. Finally a huge electric thrill engulfed my entire body and I let out a loud moan of pleasure as I climaxed for the first time in my life. I was bathed in sheer ecstasy and kept coming again and again and again until I finally stopped from sheer exhaustion.

I spent the next few days scared to death that the steely-eyed nuns, in their old-fashioned black habits, would know what I had done just by looking at me. But nothing seemed to change and, needless to say, I was hooked. I now knew exactly what to do when the sight of all those tits and pussies gave me that special itch between my legs -- and did I ever love to scratch it! I soon found myself getting wet just by thinking about the girls in the shower and I would do myself several times a day when I could find some privacy.

But eventually I ran into a string of days when I was never alone. I was hopelessly horny and was becoming desperate. It was particularly difficult in Algebra class where I sat next to a big beautiful well-developed Black girl named Tanya. All I could think about was the way her huge magnificent boobs, topped by wide jet-black nipples, swung back and forth in the shower. I finally had to stuff toilet paper into my panties before class.

Desperate times demanded desperate measures and I finally couldn't wait any longer. So I threw caution to the winds and started playing with myself in the shower when no one else seemed to be around. I was so horny and the jerking off felt so good that I was soon off in my own little world. I desperately stifled my cry when I felt the blissful contractions between my legs and then, after a minute, I opened my eyes. Standing right in front of me was Sister Margaret Claire. She was younger than most of the nuns, but, like the rest of them, could be as quiet as a ghost when she wanted to be. I turned red as a beet and covered myself up, but, much to my surprise, she smiled.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of Louise," she said. "You did something that is completely natural. Would you be shocked if I told you that I do it too?"

The truthful answer would have been yes. It had never even occurred to me that the Sisters had bodies under their habits. But she had a gleam in her eye that told me to say no.

"Do you know that some women enjoy looking at other women's bodies?" she asked.

"I guess so Sister," I stammered.

"Would you like see my body?"

I had a spasm between my legs that was so powerful that I had to lean against the tile wall to keep my knees from buckling. I could feel my pussy starting to throb again.

"Yes Sister," I stammered again.

"Then meet me in the chapel tomorrow during gym class. Just say you are feeling ill."

She turned around and swept out and I staggered back to my room. I was overjoyed to see that for the first time in days I was alone. I instantly lay on the bed, spread my legs and started to masturbate. And I was now using a new trick that made it feel even better. I wet my finger in my mouth and slid it into my asshole as I rubbed my swollen clit with the other hand. As I fantasized about Sister's naked body under the habit I was overwhelmed by a series of huge climaxes that left me breathless.

I had never looked forward to anything so much in my life. Every time I would think about Sister Margaret Claire I would become aroused. I even snuck into the hallway bathroom after lights out that night and masturbated as quietly as I could. I found myself alone again for a few minutes the next morning so I flopped on the bed fully clothed, hiked up my plaid school jumper, stuck my hand inside my panties and did it again. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was time for gym class. I told them I felt ill and went to the chapel -- with toilet paper stuffed inside my underwear.

Sister and I were alone in the chapel and she beckoned for me to follow her through a doorway hidden behind some drapes and up an unlit flight of stairs. She led me to a large oaken door and unlocked it. We went inside and she bolted the door behind us. The room contained a bed and little more.

Sister wasted no time. She slipped off her shoes and removed the black and white wimple and shawl which covered her head. I could now see she had very thick jet black hair and I felt a spasm between my legs as I began to imagine the hair on her pussy.

She removed the silver pectoral cross around her neck and pulled the black habit over her head. I could now see the outlines of her soft plump body for the first time. Beneath the habit she wore a camisole and half-slip which she quickly removed. She then pulled off a pair of black tights and the panties underneath and her pubic hair was more spectacular than I even could have imagined. The thick forest of long black curls went halfway up her belly

The last thing was her bra. She bent forward as she unhooked it and removed it from her large pendulous breasts. Her areolas were four inches across and her large bumpy pink nipples were hard as rocks. She took her breasts in her hands and closed her eyes as she squeezed her nipples hard. Then she did something that I will remember until the day I die. She lay back on the bed, opened her legs wide and spread her pussy lips for me. Her hairy cunt was swollen and glistening and her pussy lips framed her open vagina and her large beautiful erect clit.

I had never seen anything so exciting in my life and I suddenly found myself grabbing the wall for support as I came in my pants. That had never happened to me before and I was stunned at the power of the climax which washed over me without my even being touched.

Sister could see what had happened and she gently laughed. "You are a lucky girl Louise," she said. "Would you like to give me those feelings?"

I nodded yes.

"Kneel down and lick me," she said. "I think you'll like it too."

That turned out to be the understatement of the century. I kneeled in front of her and plunged my face into her hot wet pussy. Her musky scent was sweet and powerful and I was in heaven. I started licking her slowly at first and then faster and faster. When I got to her clit she whispered "That's my special place. Do it there Louise honey. Please. Don't stop."

I licked her steadily and insistently and finally she grabbed my head in her hands, arched her back and pulled me into her as she climaxed. She let out a moan of pure pleasure and squirted hot fragrant juices all over my face. I came in my pants again and collapsed between her large creamy white thighs.

We didn't have much more time so she quickly undressed me. She smiled gently and knowingly when she saw the wet tissues stuffed into my panties. She lay me on the bed and ate me out skillfully. She must have had telepathic powers because as I quickly got closer and closer she slipped a finger into my ass and I came like a wild animal bucking and thrashing as she licked me hard and slid her finger in and out.

I would have done it with Sister every day after that, but she kept it to about twice a week. She taught me a million things. She lovingly punctured my hymen so that I could enjoy the pleasure of her fingers and the amazing collection of dildos and vibrators she owned. She must have been registered at a sex boutique when she married Jesus Christ.

She even tried to convince me to become a nun. She told me that it was a pleasant life and that the number of horny lesbians underneath all those black habits would surprise me. I told her that nothing would surprise me any more, but that the religious life just wasn't for me. We made quite a scene at graduation as we hugged each other and cried like babies knowing that we would now have to be apart. We remained good friends, however, and have stayed in touch to this very day.

I went to college and law school and never lost one iota of my love for masturbation. I also discovered that when you are as orgasmic as I am you don't need to be Miss America to have plenty of girlfriends. I could come so hard and so often that I made women feel like they were the greatest lovers in the world. And I rarely failed to please them thanks to the many lessons taught me by Sister Margaret Claire.

I spent several years first at a small law firm and then in a corporate law department. Then I finally ended up in the perfect job for me. I can't say too much about it, but I work for the federal government in the field of security. The best part is that I have an office door that locks and a job that makes it perfectly normal to work behind locked doors.

You have probably figured out that working my pussy is an important part of my workday. Unless I am terribly busy or not feeling well, I lock my door a few times a day and get myself off. And am I ever shameless! When I get the urge I usually take off my shoes and pantyhose and sit in a small wing chair. I drape my legs over the arms of the chair and spread myself wide open. Sometimes I just use my fingers and sometimes I use a vibrator or a dildo, but I make myself come and then get back to work (until I get that itch between my legs again).

But after about a year on the job I received a phone call from Lucy Forrester, one of the highest ranking supervisors in the office. She asked me to see her the next morning without explaining why. I was ushered into her large plush office and she was sitting at her desk. She was a small woman with gray hair and dark intelligent eyes. I figured that she was in her late 50's.

"We have a situation," she said. She paused for a minute and I could see that she was struggling to find her next words. "Something is showing up in our surveillance and I frankly don't know exactly what to do about it. I want you to deal with it. You will understand why I am giving this to you rather than one of your male colleagues. You will have full power over the matter and you can handle it any way you think best."

She reached into her desk drawer and removed a videotape and a small file. "Read the file, watch this tape and then decide what you want to do. I am sure you will find it all self-explanatory."

I rode the elevator down to my floor and frankly couldn't wait to find out what this women-only problem might be. The personnel file belonged to Ruth Bolton, who worked in video surveillance at an office across town. Her job was to scan a number of TV monitors that displayed the ongoing activity in several secure areas. There was a photo in the file and she had a pleasant round face and light brown hair. She was about my age, early-thirties, and was single.

I locked my door, put the tape in my video machine and started to watch. I couldn't tell what was on her screens, but could see her looking from screen to screen and making an occasional note on a clipboard. Then she began to watch one screen intently. Soon she pulled up her dress and slipped her hand into her pantyhose. It was clear she was masturbating. She kept rubbing herself while she watched the screen and I could see that she was breathing faster and faster. Soon threw her head back and was obviously climaxing. After a minute she removed her hand from her pantyhose, sniffed her fingers, straightened her dress and went back to work.

As you can imagine, my hand instantly went inside my pantyhose. I came quick and hard from this incredibly erotic scene. And I now also understood Lucy's concern. She had probably gotten the tape from a nervous male surveillance officer who wisely wanted to distance himself from this situation as quickly as he could. Lucy was concerned not only for this woman's privacy, but also for the department's reputation if anything like this ever got out.

Lucy had given me total control over the situation so I immediately ordered that all surveillance tapes of Ms. Bolton be delivered only to me . I received a tape every day and would fast forward through it. Ms. Bolton was one hot lady and masturbated several times daily. I, of course, used her to help me do the same.

After a week of this delicious voyeurism I finally remembered that I was actually asked to do something about the situation. I knew that I needed to tell her to keep her hands out of her pants, but of course that made me feel like the world's biggest hypocrite. But my duty was clear so I drove across town to see her. I punched in the security code to admit me to her locked area and walked in. She turned around to see who it was and she let out a gasp when she saw me.

"I don't think we've met," I said, surprised at her unexpected reaction.

She opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak. She finally stammered "I'm really sorry."

"For what" I asked.

"For watching you," she said.

"Watching me"? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. She had been watching ME while she was masturbating. I collapsed into a nearby chair.

We both sat there in shock and nothing was said for several minutes. She finally asked "how did you find out"?

"I didn't know until you just told me. I know this will come as a shock, but I was watching you too. Believe it or not, the reason I came over here was to tell you to stop playing with yourself. That's pretty funny."

Again nothing was said for a minute. And then the two of us, as if on cue, looked at each other and started laughing hysterically. It was so ludicrous! She had been jerking off watching me watch her jerking off and neither of us knew it. I was laughing so hard that my sides were starting to hurt and she had tears rolling down her face as she continued to howl. We laughed until we couldn't laugh any more.

I said "why should I be the least bit surprised that I was under surveillance? Ever since the Chinese thing broke I should have known that there would be no privacy any more."

Just then the door opened and in walked none other than Lucy Forrester herself. "I've turned off the surveillance cameras in here and coded the door lock so that no one can come in."

She turned to me and gave me a wicked smile. "You certainly took your time getting around to doing what I asked you to do."

I could feel myself blushing as she continued. "I know you two have figured out half the story and I'm here to tell you the rest."

She explained that she had secretly put surveillance cameras in all of the offices on my floor during the China scandal and monitored them herself. She said "I was so turned on by watching you Louise that I started masturbating in my office too. I love it! It makes me look forward to coming to work every day and I feel twenty years younger."

She then explained that, even before that, she had been looking at Ruth's surveillance tapes and noticed that Ruth had developed a habit of absent-mindedly squeezing her nipples through her clothes and then adjourning to the ladies' room. (Now it was Ruth's turn to blush.) So Lucy decided to see what would happen if she put me on one of Ruth's screens. Ruth, of course, never even made it to the ladies' room any more. Lucy then had the brilliant idea of putting me in charge of watching Ruth.

"The two of you had me using so much Astroglide," Lucy said with a smile, "that I should have bought stock in the company."

Lucy tried to apologize for her manipulative behavior, but Ruth and I would have none of it. I knew my masturbating would come back to haunt me some day and Ruth said that "secretly" watching me had given her some of the best orgasms of her life.

Lucy then reached into her handbag and took out a videotape. "Fair is fair," she said as she slipped the tape into a video machine which fed into Ruth's screens. One of the screens was now carrying an image of Lucy masturbating in her office.

"I taped myself doing it while watching the two of you," she said. "I figured under the circumstances you two deserved to see it and might enjoy it."

The tape had a sound track and the camera was pointed right at her pussy. She didn't have a young woman's body, but that made it even more exciting when I heard the liquidy noise of her hand working her cunt. Soon she closed her eyes, moved her hips and began making the beautiful noises that women make when they come.

I was soaking wet and couldn't restrain myself a moment longer. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my panty hose, pulled up my dress and started to rub my pussy with my legs wide open. In a flash Lucy and Ruth were doing the same thing and the three of us masturbated together. Ruth came first and as she let out her cry Lucy orgasmed with a loud moan and then I climaxed powerfully too. We twinkled at each other after our breathing returned to normal and we each sniffed our fingers, as we had watched each other do so often.

The three of us have gotten together at Lucy's apartment many times after that. We also found the perfect way to keep our hands off ourselves -- we joyfully eat each other out. You may be wondering what it's like to eat a woman Lucy's age and let me tell you it is wonderful. I love her sweet scent and, thanks to her taking hormones, menopause hasn't slowed her down a bit and she comes every bit as hard as her two younger friends.

We had agreed to erase all of the tapes, but there was an old debt I wanted to repay first. Few women had been more important in my life than Sister Margaret Claire and I wanted her to share the excitement of seeing these tapes. I knew that she would erase them immediately and was sure she would have the time of her life watching them. So I sent them off to her with a loving note and assumed that was the end of it. But it wasn't.

A week later a video arrived in the mail from Sister Margaret Claire. I put it into my machine and discovered it had a soundtrack. It began with a picture of the school and some Bach playing in the background.

Then the tape showed Sister Margaret Claire sitting on a lovely large bed. She proceeded to do the same striptease she had done while I was in school with the Bach still playing in the background. It made me laugh out loud. Piece by piece she removed the many layers and, although she was a little older and grayer than before, the look in her eye told me that she was every bit as hot.

Finally, sitting there nude, with her legs wide open, she looked at the camera and said "Thank you for the tapes Louise. You have no idea how much pleasure they gave us."

US!!!!

Then the camera panned away from the bed and, on a large couch, were sitting three nuns all wearing their full black habits. Two were white and one was Black and I didn't recognize any of them. And I had to laugh again. Sister had a cheering section!

They waved at the camera and gaily said in unison "hello Louise." Then the Black nun said "do you remember me Louise? This is Tanya. They call me Sister Immaculata now." (The other two nuns started laughing.) "And don't you dare think for a second Louise Padden that I didn't notice you staring at my tits in the shower!"

Well you could have knocked me over with a feather, but I now knew for sure that this was going to be quite a party. So I stopped the tape, stripped naked and sat in my favorite jerk off chair with my legs draped over the arms.

I restarted the tape and the camera panned back to Sister Margaret Claire and she was now lying down on the bed with her legs wide open. Her hairy cunt was just as beautiful as ever and she was gently circling her clit with her finger. Then she reached over and picked up a flesh colored butt plug and slipped it into her ass. Next she picked up a large black dildo and slid it into her wet pussy half way. She moved it in and out for a minute and then pushed it in deep.

I could hear the sounds of her rapid breathing and could see that her large clit was now fully erect. She raised her head, looked right into the camera, and said "I love you very much Louise and I'm going to come for you. " My cunt started throbbing from those hot beautiful words.

She reached for a small powerful vibrator and started working her clit with one hand while she slid the dildo in and out with the other. After a minute she started moving her hips up and down and then finally lifted her wide open legs into the air. I could see that she was getting close.

Then, when I least expected it, the camera panned back to the couch. Now the two white nuns had their habits hiked up to their waists, their feet up on the couch, and their bare legs wide open. They were fingering their pussies like crazy. One of them was also slipping her finger in and out of her ass. Sister Immaculata knew what I wanted to see, however, so she had stripped naked and, while she fingered her cunt with one hand, she kneaded one of her huge black breasts with the other.

As you can imagine, I was working my clit like crazy as I watched this amazing scene. The camera panned back to Sister Margaret Claire. Her wide open legs were now even higher in the air. She was thrusting the dildo in and out faster and faster and was working her clit round and round with the vibrator.

Then, off camera, I could hear a loud moan of pleasure as one of the other nuns started coming. Then I could hear the other two climax simultaneously and their loud cries of sweet ecstasy were unmistakable. Sister Margaret Claire could hear them too and that pushed her over the edge. She jammed in the large dildo up to the hilt and a powerful orgasm swept over her. As she writhed with pleasure she began to shout "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus" as each of the powerful contractions deep in her cunt bathed her in blissful sensation.

I had held off as long as I could, but was now powerless to stop myself any longer. I slid a finger into my ass as I bore down on my clit and the thought of Sister Margaret Claire's magnificent climax gave me the most powerful and sustained orgasm that I had ever experienced in my life. Huge heavenly spasms of ecstasy surged through my swollen cunt again and again and again until I was completely spent.

After a couple of minutes I got up and turned off my video camera. I sent the tape to Sister Margaret Claire the next day. I can hardly wait to see what she sends back to me.

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Happiness Found

We lay in bed, our legs entwined. My left hand lightly stroking the soft skin of her back. I bent my head forward and softly kissed her forehead as she calmly slept. I could feel the soft velvet skin of our breasts pressed deliciously together and the slick wet folds of her pussy resting on my upper thigh. I listened to the rhythmic sighs of her breathing and felt her warm breath as it caressed my cheeks. A smile of bliss spread across my face as my right hand ran lovingly through her silky auburn hair. My left hand danced slowly down her back and then ran up the gentle flair of her full round hips. My lips moved forward to kiss her pert little nose and then the full softness of her upper lip. Her lips parted as she slept and I pressed mine to her in a soft wet kiss. Outside a cold February wind roared past the window as we lay under a heavy down comforter wrapped in sweet bliss.

Never before had I felt so alive, so complete, and so at one with myself. I wanted to caress her entire body, to run my hands over her tantalizingly soft skin, but instead I lay there in her sweet embrace. I wanted to kiss and suckle her big beautiful breast and to drink from the fountain of her soft folds, but instead I lay next to my sleeping beauty and enjoyed the serenity of the moment.

I had been lying here since the early hours of the morning drifting in and out of a semiconscious state unable attain a deep sleep because of the flood of emotions running through my body. I had made love to a woman for the very first time and it was the single most satisfying moment of my 28 years.

We had met at work, where I was the employee and she the wealthy customer. My boss's instructions were to keep her happy because her accounts meant a lot to the company. Everyday she came into the bank to take care of her finances, and everyday she waited for my window to clear. She was always so friendly and her warm smile sent chills through my body. I had never experienced a conscious attraction to another woman but I found myself drawn to her. She would compliment me on my hair or my clothes and I would thank her while looking into her deep green eyes. She would tell me I look beautiful and I would think that the only true beauty in the entire room was her. She was in her early forties with short hair and a full curvaceous body that made me drool with envy and desire. Her friendly disposition hid her enormous wealth and the stature she had in the community.

At night while I lay in bed with my husband my mind was filled with thoughts of her. I was intrigued and confused by my desire for her and I tried to brush it off as curiosity. It was probably due to the decline in my marital happiness, or was it the cause of it. My husband and I now rarely made love and I didn't miss it. Instead I longed to make love to Cynthia the intoxicating woman at work. I would dress for work and wonder what she would think of this outfit or that. I bought new sexy clothes hoping to draw a compliment from the woman I desired, and she would always respond.

I cut my blonde hair short and stylish at her suggestion and her response set me afire. She reached across the counter and touched my cheek causing a rush of warmth to spread through my body. She told me the short hair showed off my beautiful face as her hand lightly stroked my soft hair. Then she asked if I would like to go to dinner with her. I told her I would love to as a familiar tingle danced between my thighs. My nipples stiffened at the gentle caress of her hand as it accidentally brushed my breast on it's way across the counter. The rest of work was a blur as my mind spun a web of sensual thoughts and desires.

I rushed home after work to change my clothes and freshen up before our date. Is that what it was? Was I really going to Cynthia's house for a date? A date with a beautiful woman I had lusted after for months. I felt like a young school girl getting ready for a dance. Not this outfit, too dressy. Not that outfit, to casual. I finally settled on a blue sleeveless dress that reached just above my knee with a short white jacket. I spread the outfit on the bed and ran a hot bath as I picked out a dark blue matching bra and panty set to wear. I called and left a message for my husband who was in Chicago on business telling him I would be out late with a friend from work and then I called and asked my mother to watch Jessica my two year old daughter for the night.

I soaked in the hot tub for an hour trying to relax and settle the butterflies in my stomach. I carefully shaved my legs and trimmed my panty line. I climbed from the tub and toweled myself off while I imagined her gently caressing me. I freshened my sex with a cinnamon scent and picked out my favorite perfume before slipping the lingerie onto my smooth soft body. I dried and styled my hair trying for perfection for the woman of my dreams.

As I drove up the long private road to Cynthia's house a thousand butterflies battled in my stomach. This was the point of no return I though as I rang the bell. Cynthia opened the large oak door wearing an elegant long black dress with a low neckline and slits up each leg. she invited me in with a soft kiss on my cheek and I felt my face flush as she took my hand in hers and led me through the large foyer into the sitting room. She told me she had given the servants the night off and it was only the two of us. I felt a flow of moisture seep into my sex at the thought of being there alone with Cynthia. She asked if I would like anything to drink and I wondered if it would help ease the nervousness I was feeling. I told her I would love a glass of wine, a merlot if she had it. I watched her hips sway gently under the sleek black dress as she walked into the kitchen.

When she returned she placed the glass of wine of the table and sat beside me. Our thighs lightly touched as she took my hand in hers. I looked at her full red lips and longed to kiss them. She sensed my desire and moved her face to mine. Our lips slowly pressed together and I could taste the sweetness of her lipstick. My eyes closed and my lips parted begging her tongue to enter. Her hands gently held my face as we kissed softly, our passion building. Her tongue licked my lips and teeth before slipping through and dancing with mine. We kissed furiously like two teenagers as passion took over our bodies. Her hands slipped beneath my jacket and softly rubbed my bare skin. My nipples hardened at her gentle touch and my own hands began to roam over her soft curves. I touched her bare back and then caressed her soft hair while we kissed passionately on the couch.

The soft chime of a dinner bell interrupted us and let us know that the food was ready. We reluctantly broke our kiss and Cynthia led me by the hand into the dining room. She served our dinner on fine china and we drank our wine from Waterford crystal as I gazed across the table into her beautiful eyes. Her foot slowly slid up my calf as we ate in blissful silence. I reached across the table and touched her hand softly causing her to smile brightly at me.

When we finished our meal Cynthia walked around the table to me and helped me to my feet. She pulled me close and kissed me softly. Our bodies pressed tightly together and the soft flesh of our breasts squeezed tight. My arms went around her waist and I pulled her tighter wanting to become one. She kissed me hard our lips parting and our tongues entwined. She pulled her lips away and whispered softly in my ear "I want to make love to you. I have wanted this moment since I first saw your beautiful face and soft brown eyes. Let me take you upstairs and we can experience a night of passion and bliss."

I responded by kissing her forehead and I whispered "I want to be with you. I have never been with a woman before, but I have thought about this moment. I have dreamt about touching you and feeling your body on mine. Please take me upstairs. Make love to me. Let me feel the passion and the warmth of you next to me. Yes, please."

We entered the bedroom and Cynthia turned to face me. Our lips met again in a passionate kiss while her hands slid my jacket from my arms. She slipped my dress off my shoulders and it dropped to the floor while we continued to kiss. I stepped out of the dress and began to undress the beautiful woman before me. I slid her dress from her soft round shoulders, and past the gentle flair of her hips until she stood before me in just a pair of black lace panties. I kissed her neck and ears while my hands explored her soft feminine curves. She led me to the bed and pressed me down before her as she knelt between my thighs. She lowered herself onto me and I felt her warm soft skin pressed against me. She began to kiss my face and then my neck. I let out a soft moan as her lips brushed the nape of my neck and then trailed down my body. She released my small firm breasts and began to suckle and nibble on my hard aching nipples. I moaned louder as she took the hard nub between her teeth and bit gently. My hands roamed over her back and rubbed her silken skin and she lovingly kissed one breast while her fingers moved lightly over the other. She paid loving attention to my breasts until she sensed my desire for more. She slowly kissed my belly and tongued my navel before settling between my thighs. She pulled my wet blue panties down over my hips and past my feet before holding them to her face. She inhaled my scent and the lewd act sent shivers through my body.

She looking lovingly into my eyes as she lowered her beautiful face to my swollen mons. Her lips touched mine and I melted with passion. Her fingers spread my lips and her tongue slid deliciously along the outermost folds of my wet peach. My fingers ran through her soft hair as her mouth brought me to dizzying new heights. She ignored my clit for a long time, just licking deep into my hole and all around while she savored juices. My back arched and my hips bucked trying desperately to rub my aching clit. She knew I was ready now and her tongue attacked my clit like a thirsty kitten drinking milk. I let out a soft yelp at her first contact then settled into the wave of tingling sensations. She brought me to the edge of bliss before backing off causing me to go crazy with desire. Her tongue began to lick my clit again while she slowly inserted her fingers into my warm wet hole. Her tongue brought me closer and closer to climax. My body quivered as I approached the abyss and then as I reached the apex she slipped a finger in my rectum causing a flood of new feelings. My body went stiff then loose, and then stiff again. Wave upon wave of glorious climax shook through my body as I experienced the most fantastic orgasm of my entire life. She pumped her fingers into my two needy holes and ignored my hypersensitive clitoris bringing about another series of small tremors. My back arched, and my legs went rigid before the final ripple rolled past my toes.

Cynthia kissed her way up my exhausted body and pressed her delicious curves on top of me. I kissed her lips tasting the familiar sweetness of my juices. I kissed her furiously as our tongues danced a passionate tango. Inspired by her kiss I rolled on top of her and began to explore her sensual body with my mouth and tongue. I lost myself in desire as I caressed and kissed her big beautiful breasts. They were full and soft and the nipples hardened with my touch. Her nipples were long and fat and I sucked on them like a baby. My mouth moved from one marvelous breast to the other nibbling on her swollen nipples while my hands caressed the rest of her fantastic body. She moaned my name and loving words of encouragement as I learned the art of pleasing her. My fingers roamed over her body while her hands ran sensually through my short blonde hair. I kissed my way down her luscious curves. She lifted her bottom so I could slid her panties past her full hips and down her firm tan thighs. I lay between her legs and inhaled her sweet scent. I looked at a woman's folds up close for the first time. Her lips were smooth and shaved and a small mat of fur rested just above her swollen clit. My fingers touched the soft wet flesh as I studied her beauty. I parted her lips with my fingers and lowered my tongue to taste her juices. They were sweet and tangy on my tongue like a combination of honey and a 9 volt battery. My tongue began to move around searching for more juices.

Licking her outer lips and then around the outside of her warm swollen lips before sliding deep inside her juicy hole. I lost myself in the warm comfort of her sex as my lips attached themselves to her soft mons. My tongue started to stroke her hard little clit causing her to purr softly. I slipped a finger inside her while my tongue worked softly on her clit. Her fingers held my head steady while her hips moved slowly up and down in time with my tongue. Her breathing became labored as she approached climax. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her warm thighs against my cheeks as I lovingly kissed and sucked on her wanton pussy. She was getting close and began to moan my name and gentle word of encouragement. I was only a beginner but the feelings were so intense that it was as though I had been there a thousand times before. My tongue slid over her clit as my fingers rhythmically moved in and out of her wet warm hole. She began to shiver and quake before her body tensed. Cynthia yelled out my name and let me know that she was cumming. I was rewarded with a flow of her tangy sweet juices as she experienced the sweet contractions of ecstasy. I continued to lick around her sensitive area but avoided her clit while searching for the final drops of her nector. Then I slithered up her gorgeous body and lay beside her. I nuzzled her neck and listened to the pounding of her heart slowly return to normal. I kissed her face and lips and thanked her for the most incredible experience.

"The fun has only begun my dear," she said as she kissed my eyelids tenderly.

"You mean there is more?" "Oh yes, so much more and we have the whole night to play." She said as her fingers began to roam over my body. She lightly touched my body and for over an hour we lay there just cuddling and caressing each other.

I felt the tingling in between my legs again as her lips met mine and we began to passionately kiss again. Her lips trailed down to my breasts again causing me to moan softly. She played with my nipples and squeezed my small round breasts while my eyes closed and I enjoyed the sensations. Her hands moved down to my soaking wet sex and she inserted a single finger. A flood of my juices released and ran down my thigh while her thumb stroked my still sensitive clit. She climbed between my legs and lowered her mouth to my slick folds as she slid a vibrator deep inside me. The tingling between my legs increased while her mouth worked on my clit. I began to climax quickly and repeatedly when her tongue touched my anus. I bucked hard against her face and screamed out in pleasure as her fingers penatrated my tight ass. Her tongue licked me while her vibrator and fingers put me past the point of sanity. The intensity of my climax caused me to black out for a brief moment and when I came to Cynthia was kissing my face and lightly stroking my neck with her fingers. I reached up and kissed her lips my tongue forcing it's way past her teeth. Our tongues danced and played while our hands explored. Our legs entwined and I could feel my pussy rubbing against her thigh. We ground together while we kissed like teenagers until we both climaxed again and then we drifted off to sleep. My sleep was brief because I could not believe what I was feeling, so I just lay in her arms and smiled.

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