I was in my room reading when I heard my roommate Catherine come in early from her date. The deeper voice laughing with her signalled to me she wasn't alone. I heard the music go on and the fridge door swing open, then laughter and chatter coming from the living room, and I returned to my book. After awhile I noticed that things had gotten quieter and the silence attracted my attention. Our rooms were right next to each other, and I'd had to endure listening to her fuck more than once. She got a fair amount of attention, and from the sounds of things, enjoyed it. She was loud and tireless, and though sometimes the performances were awe-inspiring, a marathon session right beside my head when I have to wake up for work the next morning could be frustrating. Particularly when I wasn't getting any.
Cathy was also a babe, tall and slender with narrow hips and bee-sting breasts, but so far I had kept my feelings for her a secret. I had made a "no room-mates" rule for myself a while ago, and was currently enjoying a short self-imposed sabbatical from sex. She'd only been living with me for 3 months, and since I was into my fourth month of celibacy, she'd hadn't yet seen me with company over. I've been bi since high school, but the topic had never come up between us. And since it wasn't any of her business, I never offered.
It became obvious what I was in for when I heard her bedroom door open and the light flick on. "Well, this is it, the inner sanctum," I heard her say, "What do you think?". I didn't catch the reply. I heard the sound of one boot hitting the floor, then the other. I tried not to listen as the rest of their clothing went flying, till the unmistakable creak of her bedsprings caused me to put my book aside and sigh. "Here we go again," I thought, and knew there'd be no point in trying to concentrate any longer.
It was relatively quiet for awhile, just the odd creak of the springs, a low moan or a giggle. Eventually the sounds of sex grew louder, and I noticed a faint dampness between my legs as I imagined what was happening behind the wall. The cooings of my roommate were turning me on and I threw aside the blanket and began to caress my body the way I imagined she was being touched. I ran my fingers softly across the expanse of my own breasts and tweaked at the nipples, making them hard. My hand travelled lower down my body till it reached my dampening centre. The initial contact with my clit caused me to jump slightly. As I listened to her moaning, I closed my eyes and thought of her body, and what I might do to it to bring forth those same sounds. I was getting hot as I listened to them and decided to bring myself off. I reached across to my night-table, pulled open the drawer and drew out the vibrator I kept there for occasions such as this.
I switched it on, and the low hum of it filled the silence of the room. I ran it across my breasts and teased it against my nipples. I brought it up to my mouth and kissed it gently, then dipped it into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the shaft and down my throat. Moist now, I brought it down to my pussy, and with one hand, pulled my lips apart. I pushed a pillow under my buttocks and bent my knees to give me better access. I ran the vibrator up and down my slit, brushing it across my clit and back down to my dilating hole. "Oh yeah, lick it. Lick my clit" I heard her moan through the wall, and it was I who was doing the licking. "Gently now," she warned her partner, and I lessened the pressure of the vibrator on my own clitoris. "Fuck me," she commanded, and in my mind I was fucking her.
I dicked the vibrator in and out of myself to the rhythm of my room-mate's moans. I thrust faster and deeper as they did until I heard the unmistakable grunt of a man climaxing, and a cry of frustration burst from her throat. He must have come just moments too soon, and though I heard her beg him not to stop, stop he must have. I hadn't come yet either, and I was delighted to hear her say, "Fuck it, I'll do it myself. You just watch and learn."
It didn't take long for her moans to erupt again, and I was getting closer to the brink as I listened to her masturbate, stroking my own clit in my turn. I could sense her orgasm closing in on both of us, and felt her pace growing frantic as I tried to keep up. I heard her come, and came with her. I let my orgasm wash over me as hers did, and though separated by a sheet of drywall, it was as if we wound down together.
Fifteen minutes later I heard her door open and their voices pass my room on their way to the front door. I took the opportunity to dash down the hall to the bathroom to splash my face and have a quick pee. When I got back to my own room, I was shocked to find her standing beside my bed, completely naked and holding my still sticky vibrator in her hand.
She turned to me slowly as I walked in. "Just like a man to leave you wanting more eh?," she said. "10 to 1 this didn't do the trick either." I looked at the hand that was holding my vibrator, still glistening from my sap, and blushed. "You're blushing," she said, " That's so cute. Well, if it helps, mine's a little longer than this one, but yours is much thicker. I like the variable speed settings though, mine's just got fast, slow and off," She revved it and giggled as she brought it up to her nose and ran it underneath, sniffing at the musk. "Tangy," she said, flicking her tongue out to taste what she smelt. "Mm, and thick. Oh come now, don't look so surprised," she scolded. "What, I'm a moron all of a sudden? I don't notice when a woman's warm for my form? I can hear you as easily as you can hear me, you know."
"It's O.K. Ellen, I like you too," she murmured as she walked over to me. Taking my face in her hands, she leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. Softly at first, her full lips pressed gently against mine. She kissed my lips again, then my cheek, the tip of my nose, and back to my lips. "It's OK Ellen," she whispered again, this time into my neck as she moved her body in against me. I could feel the firmness of her breasts press up against my own as she gently brushed her body across mine. I guess she mistook my surprise for trepidation. I'm no stranger to the touch of a woman, but if that's what she thought, I was willing to play along.
"I wouldn't mind washing Steve off first though. Care to join me?" she asked as she grabbed my hand and led me to the shower. In the washroom she turned to me again, standing there in the flannel robe I had thrown on. "This has got to go." she said decisively. I just smiled and lifted my arms above my head, letting her pull it up and off. Then we were standing face to face, completely naked.
Her eyes roamed my full hips and voluptuous breasts with their dark pink buds. The cold air on my bare skin and the growing sexual charge in the room brought my nipples to attention again. It was the same with her smaller, tighter breasts, her nipples like crimson berries against the milk-white B-cups. She was taller than me, and slim. I could see her pussy lips still puffy below her tiny well-groomed bush. The sight of a freshly fucked pussy right before my eyes, and mouth, brought a new flood of moisture to my already juicy nether regions.
We came together and dissolved into each other's arms, hands roaming across our bodies. We kissed, long and deep, our tongues wrapping around each others. She rubbed her breasts against mine, and I felt myself gasp. Her hand reached around my back and down to my ass which she squeezed, letting a finger play along the crack and down to my perineum. One of my hands was running from the outside of her thigh to where our breasts squeezed together, and I stroked the flesh where they met.
Finally we broke apart. "Shower time," she giggled, "I'll wash your back if you wash mine."
Together we stepped into the stream of water, the steam circling around us. Looking me straight in the eye, she picked up the bar of soap and started lathering herself. Her soapy hands travelled across her breasts, coating them with suds. Her fingers picked at her nipples, making them stand even firmer. Her lips parted as she pressed them together, slippery with the suds she'd created. Never taking her eyes from mine, she soaped her belly, then down her thighs. As the water beat down on her back, her hand crept between her legs. I watched as she spread her full lips apart exposing her swollen clit to me. Slowly she rubbed a finger across it, down her labia, gently poking at her open hole.
Clean now, she traded places and moved in on me. She started soaping my body with both hands, concentrating first on my breasts. The slippery feeling of the soap brought a different sensation than just flesh on flesh and my lips opened in a quiet sigh. She washed my neck and my belly, bending down to stroke up and down my legs and thighs. She leaned in to where my legs met, inhaling deeply at the perfume that still hung there despite the shower. She lapped at my slit but had to pull back from the water that coursed into her mouth. She coughed as she said, "That's enough for me. Shower's are great for kissing and rubbing, but a person could drown trying to give a little head. All done?," she asked, and I nodded. She was in the lead and I was happy to follow.
She turned off the water and led me out of the tub onto the cool tiled floor. She picked a towel off the rack and dried me off, gently patting me with the soft cotton. A mischievous look cast over her face and she gestured to the straight-backed chair we kept there in the bathroom. "Have a seat, sweet-cakes, I have something to show you," she said.
I sat down and Cathy lowered herself on top of me, straddling my hips with her long legs. Our skin was still damp from the shower and clung together where it touched. She leaned down and we started kissing passionately. My hands went around her and pulled her towards me. Our breasts brushed together, and she reached down to grasp one of hers, rubbing the nipple across my own. Like twin bullets, our rigid nubs rasped across and around each other. We kissed like that for a few minutes until Cathy finally climbed off to take control of my body.
I sat in the chair in the middle of a steam-filled bathroom, thrilling at the ministrations of my lithe young roommate. She stooped over and licked at my neck. Her long damp hair cascaded around my face, tickling me where it touched. I cupped her firmly jutting breasts in my hands as her tongue travelled down my collarbone to where my own tits hung waiting for her touch. With her tongue, she circled the perimeter of one and then the other, spiralling in till she reached the centre where my nipples stood hard and swollen. Her lips closed on one of them, sucking it into her mouth. She nibbled it gently as her tongue laved around it, drawing it deeper into her mouth. I moaned with pleasure and desire as she moved across to the other, squeezing gently with her fingers the one she had just released from her mouth. The pressure of her tongue and hands on my breasts was filling me with desire, but I needed her to direct her attentions elsewhere. "Eat me," I moaned, "Lick my clit. Please. It's aching for you."
"All in due time, my dear," she replied, "I want to taste all of you." And with that she gave my engorged nipples one last tweak, threw a towel on the floor, and knelt down at my feet.
She took hold of one of my legs and lifted it off the ground to her mouth. She tickled the instep of my foot with her tongue, then sucked a toe into her mouth. Still holding my foot, she brought it in between her own legs, running it up her slit. I could feel the wetness there, and it caused an extra gush of moisture to run down my thighs. I was soaked with desire at this point and ached for her tongue on my clit. She let go of my leg and ran her tongue up one calf, then the other. Still kneeling, she licked up the insides of my thighs, stopping where they met to breathe deeply of my scent. She continued to tease me for a while, then finally settled in on the centre of my desire.
I shifted my buttocks on the chair until my sex was completely exposed to her. Slowly, she licked my slit from bottom to top, stopping to flick at my swollen button. She prodded at my hole with her tongue and my hips thrust forward off the chair to meet her jabs. I could feel one of her fingers flicking at the very base of my vagina, her nail scraping from one orifice to the other. Softly she dipped a finger in the entrance to my seething tunnel, then in one steady motion thrust it inside to the knuckle. At the same moment her mouth wrapped around my clit and she sucked it hard as she explored my depths with the tip of her finger. My hips bucked violently as I was overcome, sensing my orgasm welling up from deep within. She curved her finger to stimulate my G-spot and the combined energy of her sucking lips and flicking tongue coaxed my orgasm up and through me, peaking at last when she thrust a second, and then a third finger into my dripping tunnel. I rammed my hips into her face, trying to somehow bury her even further inside me. The chair scraped erratically across the floor as my whole being shook with the force of the orgasm that overtook me. She kept up a steady pressure on my clit as waves of ecstasy washed over me, eventually lightening her touch as she felt them subside. I shuddered one last time and collapsed against the back of the chair, arms splayed at my sides. She kissed my sex delicately and lifted her shining face from between my thighs.
"Did you like that?," she cooed to me, "Did you like to have a woman make you come with her mouth?" "I always like that," I murmured back, "But now it's my turn to make you come." I reached out to take the hand that had been inside me, sucking the sticky fingers into my mouth as I pulled her up off the bathroom floor. I led her down the hall to my bedroom and laid her on her back on top of the bed. Grabbing a pillow, I pushed it underneath her hips and told her to lift her knees and spread her legs.
Her lips were already spread and dripping moisture as I played a finger along her folds. I took hold of one of my breasts and ran the hard nipple up her gaping furrow. Her back arched as the hardness touched her pulsating clit and I flicked it rapidly over and around her dark pink button. She jumped at this new sensation, different from any tongue or finger. I brought the breast down to her burrow, pushing the rigid nipple inside her. Her muscles clenched around the nub and I squeezed it in further. My breasts are large, more than ample enough to be able to lick by myself without straining, and as I dove-fucked her, I sucked her engorged clit into my mouth. I continued like this, filling her with as much of my breast as I could squeeze in while at the same time flicking my tongue across her clit. Her hips thrust at me with a steady rhythm, her ass coming up off the bed with each lunge. I looked up to watch her face and saw both her hands on her own breasts, her tongue straining to reach where her nipples jutted into the air. Her breasts were too small for her long neck to reach, so she mashed them together, fingers plucking at the tips. Her mouth lolled open as she moaned loudly for me to suck her harder. I took the clit between my teeth and closed my mouth around the flesh. Holding her like that I flicked my tongue across the tip, all the while prodding her pussy with my breast. I curved a finger underneath and circled her anus, probing at the tight muscle. That was enough to send her over the edge and she shouted, "I'm coming, yes, don't stop. I'm coming." Her whole body heaved as she came, her muscles clamping around the soft flesh inside her. I kept sucking her as she came, shaking with each new ripple that coursed through her body. Her sighs died down and I eased my breast from her quivering snatch.
"Hey," she said when she had finally caught her breath, "You've done this before." I agreed that I had as I clambered back up her body. I kissed her lips and kept going till the sodden breast was directly above her mouth. She licked her own sap off the flesh and latched onto the nipple as I spun around to take one of hers into my mouth. Greedily I chewed and sucked at her small jutting bosom while she tended to mine. My hand ran down between her legs and I sunk my finger in the slippery nook where my breast had just been. She followed my example and reached up between my legs where my hips thrust into the air and stroked at my steaming slit. We masturbated each other, mouths slurping at each other's breasts as our fingers circled their targets. She came again, reviving the waves of her last gut wrenching climax
Finally I let go of my liplock on her breast and moved down her body, easing my vagina onto her face. She prodded my hole with her tongue as I lapped at the juices that ran between her legs. I found her clit again and sucked ravenously on it as I used both my hands to spread her lips apart. I ground my pussy into her face as she flexed her tongue inside me and rubbed my clit with the flat of her thumb. I moaned into her pussy as another orgasm washed over me. Her pelvis mashed into my face while she bucked with the throes of her third. We twitched together as we wound down, our bodies mere tangles of sweaty trembling flesh
Finally we were spent, our bodies still thrumming from the orgasms we'd shared. We fell asleep with her head on my chest and my face in her hair. It seems I'd broken my no room-mates rule, and I smiled as I looked forward to morning when I could break it again.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Rules Get Broken
I was in my room reading when I heard my roommate Catherine come in early from her date. The deeper voice laughing with her signalled to me she wasn't alone. I heard the music go on and the fridge door swing open, then laughter and chatter coming from the living room, and I returned to my book. After awhile I noticed that things had gotten quieter and the silence attracted my attention. Our rooms were right next to each other, and I'd had to endure listening to her fuck more than once. She got a fair amount of attention, and from the sounds of things, enjoyed it. She was loud and tireless, and though sometimes the performances were awe-inspiring, a marathon session right beside my head when I have to wake up for work the next morning could be frustrating. Particularly when I wasn't getting any.
Cathy was also a babe, tall and slender with narrow hips and bee-sting breasts, but so far I had kept my feelings for her a secret.
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Thursday, August 30, 2007
Cute Lesbians!
2 beautiful lesbians making love. Samantha Gauge and her friend are just amazing!
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Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Making the Sale
I just had to get back in that nice neighborhood! Women were home all day, probably bored out of their skulls. Besides, I hadn't reached my magazine quota yet. I could sell to these women and give them something in return. Everybody wins.
Pulling into the neighborhood around 10 a.m., I parked, pulled out my packet and large shoulder purse. I was ready to sell and in pursuit of pussy. A tallish brunette in a green dressing gown stepped out of her front door, heading toward a blooming rosebush. Bingo! When she looked up from the bush, I was right in her face. "Hi, I'm from the university--selling magazine subscriptions. Would you be interested?"
"Sure. I'm always willing to help further education. Come on in."
"Thank you," I said following her in and looking at her rear end swinging.
"I could use some self-help magazines," she said browsing through my samples. "Look here on Cosmo--'How to Make your Man Stay in Bed.' I need that! And this--'What To Do If He Fails You in Bed.' She looked at me and said, "I'll bet a girl as pretty as you doesn't have problems with men."
"No I don't," I smiled at her. "I have men as friends, but I prefer women as lovers."
"Do you now? That's interesting. My husband left me so unsatisfied this morning that I seduced the mail lady. She was my first."
This would be easier than I thought. "Good for you. I saw her as I was coming into the neighborhood! You must have done a great job on her. She was practically skipping down the sidewalk."
"Well, thank you. I just did her by instinct. She was reluctant at first but fell right into line with me when I started to lick her pussy," the lady said.
"How did her mouth feel on you," I asked. "The female mouth is the best, isn't it?"
"Well, we never got that far. I ate her--a lot-- and we screwed on the kitchen table, but I didn't ask her to do it to me. Besides, I don't think she would have anyway."
"Would you like me...you know to...I'd be happy to do you right now. You're a beautiful woman and I'd love to fuck with you." I was heating up at the possibility. "I can make you feel better than any man could."
She pulled her dressing gown aside, lifted her leg to the arm of the sofa and gave me a come hither smile. My next smile was in her shaved pussy. I sucked that entire shaved mound into my hot, wet mouth, tongueing it all over. She shivered as I licked her like a lollipop. I blew on her pussy after I licked away the wetness of my saliva and her juice. She moaned as I pulled her lips apart gently with my teeth, gasped as I erected my tongue and plunged it into her flesh. She held my head close--very close-- to her pussy as she squeezed my tongue inside her. Her ass arched from the sofa as she came three times. Then I started on her all over again--very slowly.
"You are better than any man, sweetheart. I didn't think I was capable of multiple orgasms," she said before she leaned over and kissed me. "My own husband is not even in the same league as you."
"Thank you. I can do other things with you that can make you feel just as good."
"Like what," she said teasingly.
"Like this." I rambled through my purse and pulled out the strap-on dick I'd hoped I would have a chance to use. "Ta daah!" When I held it up, her eyes lit up.
"Let's go upstairs." She pulled me up from the sofa and led me upstairs, the dick in my hand. In her bedroom, pillows were strewn on the floor and the bed unmade. The smell of sex still hung in the air. "Get undressed and let me see you put it on." She removed her gown and sat on the bed.
She watched me intently as I stripped down. Grabbing the dick, I stepped into the apparatus. I inserted my half in my pussy and tightened the straps. The seven inch long realistic, vibrating dick that I would put into her protruded from my pelvis. Wordlessly, I walked to her. She took the dick into her mouth and sucked it.
"Lie back. I'm ready for your pussy." She moved to the center of the bed. I straddled her waiting body, turned the vibrating dicks on low--I would do most of the work myself. I could feel mine circling inside my pussy. After spreading her legs and unnecessarily testing her pussy for wetness, I plunged in.
Her body rose off the bed on impact, driving both dicks in deep. I stopped all movement except kissing her deeply and pressing downward. Gradually, she started moaning and screwing lightly, the vibrations helping move the dicks around in us. The kissing and screwing gained a huge momentum just before we came together. Neither of us could have held back any longer. After a small interval, I pulled out, poising my self above her. Then I started fucking her again, but this time forcefully sliding the dick in deeply and almost pulling out completely. She was going wild beneath me, arms and hair splayed out over the messy bed, screaming for release. Totally in charge here, I let her come over and over, but only after I took her to the edge many times.
"It's a shame to waste all this nice hard dick," she cooed between sucking my breasts.
"What do you mean? Didn't I fuck you good with this? "I said stroking it.
"Yes you did. Better than anyone in my whole life. But I've never had it in the ass. He refuses to do it. Can you?" she asked expectantly. "I have lubricant right here," she said, opening a drawer.
"Can I do it? Can I do it? Just watch me, lady. Give me that tube and get on your hands and knees at the end of the bed," I demanded. I lubed the dick really well and stood behind her. I rubbed her ass relaxing her. Then I bent down and slid my wet tongue between her cheeks before applying a generous amount of the lubricant around her hole. I had to steady her because she trembled as my dick slowly eased its way into her asshole inch by inch. I met resistance, but was persistent until I was fully in. Reminiscent of my time with the tutor, I spoke as she did with me, "Did I do it? You're filled up, aren't you, hot bitch?" I asked and lightly slapped each cheek, thrusting lightly. "Do you like my dick in your ass? What?" Slap, slap. "Of course you do. I'm going to fuck you real hard now. Hold on. Your ass is mine."
Turned on by my own words and her sexy moans, I rammed into this woman with everything in me as she whimpered and begged for more. The vibrators in the dicks had long since lost power, but we were making our own. She put her head down on the bed, leaving her ass in the air for me. I opened her cheeks and watched as the dick slid in and out of her screwing ass, giving her a few of the slaps she seemed to enjoy. She mumbled that she couldn't stop coming, but I kept slapping and pumping. After a while, I let myself cum and eased out of her. Pulling her up by the shoulders, still on her knees, I rubbed my palms over her swollen nipples as I sucked a passion mark on her shoulder, the dick poking at her backside.
"Come here," she said sexily after I undid the straps and removed the dick. "I want to suck your pussy before you leave." I squatted over her face and went to heaven--again.
I was exhausted and sore when I left her house. What an excellent, energetic fuck she was and she bought five subscriptions! God, I love this neighborhood.
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Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Searching For Honey
It began the fall of my second year in grad school, at Ann Arbor, Michigan. I was twenty-three years old, a young woman living on my own for the first time, my life dedicated wholeheartedly to the study of physics, which I immersed myself in till my dreams were full of conversations between quarks and neutrinos. I knew Joanie from the weekly department parties. She was the wife of Jack Holcombe, esteemed professor of mathematical physics, who taught my tensor calculus course. Ex-wife, I should say. About half- way through my first year, the news came that they were separating. But after fifteen years as a faculty wife, Joanie was as much a part of the department social life as Jack was, and so no one found it odd that she kept coming to the department parties; it was Jack who dropped out.
For a woman in her fifties, Joanie was quite attractive. Take it from a woman who's spent a lot of time fantasizing about other women. She wore her long silver- grey hair pulled back in a neat braid or pony tail. And if her round face was creased with laugh lines, it was because Joanie laughed often, easily. She was short and rather heavyset; but to my taste, she was heavy in just the right places.
Now, as for me, I have short brown hair, slightly buck teeth, and big brown eyes. In high school, my nickname was "Gopher." I'm fairly petite, not very well-endowed in the chest department; though I have rather wide hips for my build (like a bottle of salad dressing, a girlfriend once said). I've been called cute more than once; though only Joanie has called my beautiful.
I began to realize I was a lesbian in junior high. I had a miserable, protracted love affair with Karla Gringold, which began in seventh grade, and didn't end till tenth. Mostly it consisted of me hanging around her like a devoted puppy, while she ignored me. Just when the pain got to be too much to bear, and I pulled away from her, she would suddenly turn into Ms. Sex Kitten around me, and we would feverishly kiss, touch, and -- when we got a little older -- lick and suck. Then she'd turn back into the Ice Princess. I never figured out what game Karla was playing with me, but when I finally broke up with her, I resolved to play it "straight", date boys, and channel my passions into my studies -- and so I did through the remainder of high school and, aside from a couple of flings, through college as well (though by then, I'd given up on men as well). But as I say, that didn't stop me from fantasizing.
I could fantasize about Joanie Holcombe, over a glass of white wine, from across the room, watching her gab with the senior faculty ... admiring the radiant smile that periodically flashed across her face ... admiring the generous curve of her hips beneath her denim skirt, the heavy swell of her bosom straining against her blouse. But Joanie was straight -- not to mention old enough to be my mother, and I don't have a general thing for older women. She was friendly enough to me, asking me how my research was going, telling me not to let Dr. So-and-so intimidate me, and so on. But she belonged to the world of the senior faculty: overlapping with, but far above my own world as a grad student. And so, it never occurred to me that I could actually have this woman as a close friend, let alone lover.
It was a few days before the Thanksgiving break. The party was winding down. I bade my farewells to the host, and headed out the door to my car. Joanie was parked behind me, trying to start her car.
"Molly," she called to me, "do you happen to have jumper cables? I must have left the headlights on." I didn't. We went back inside. It turned out that nobody there had jumper cables. "Um, I'd be glad to give you a ride home Joanie," I eagerly offered. "Your car will be safe here till tomorrow." "Are you sure it's not too far out of your way?" And so she climbed into my rusty Toyota, and we headed off into the frosty November night. "This is really very sweet of you Molly. I owe you one for this, OK?" "Oh, come on," I protested, "I'm just giving you a lift." "Well, how about if I cook you a nice dinner sometime. You know, living by myself now, I miss being able to cook for other people." The loneliness in her voice was palpable. "That'd be great," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Say," she suddenly lit up, "are you going to be around for Thanksgiving?" I was. I didn't say that I would probably be spending Thanksgiving hunched over my readings, eating a turkey TV dinner. "Well then, it's settled. Why don't you come over in the early afternoon." As I pulled up in front of her house, she thanked me again, then kissed me on the cheek. "See you Thursday," she smiled.
Now, despite my impending "date" with Joanie, despite the kiss, despite the fact that this magnificent woman had asked me to share most of Thanksgiving day with her, I spent the next couple of days determinedly keeping cool, reminding myself that Joanie was straight, she was understandably lonely around holiday time after her divorce, and that she undoubtedly saw me as, at most, an ersatz daughter.
Thanksgiving morning, I showered twice, and finally settled on a dark-grey blouse and slacks. The color reminded me of her hair. At 1:30 I took off for her place in my Toyota.
When she met me at the door, we both burst out laughing. She was wearing the exact same outfit, the same shade of grey. She made a joke about our "nun's habits", and ushered me into her house. Her house was small, simply decorated, but comfortable; and at the moment the atmosphere was filled with the comforting smell of roast turkey and stuffing. Vivaldi was playing on the stereo.
"Now then, the turkey will be done in about a half hour, and everything else is under control; so until then I suggest we park ourselves on the sofa and have a martini or two." "Um, OK, I'm not exactly used to drinking martinis though." "Well, neither am I," she laughed, "But you and I have some ice-breaking to do; and for that, I think at least one martini per person is required." One martini per person later, she had told me about her degree in musicology, what Jack had been like as a young man, her work in the university music library, how the physics department had changed over the years. "I'm sure you know that they all think you're their brightest student in years," she dropped. I sat for a moment, digesting this piece of news, feeling my head swell. And then I came out to her. "I thought you might be gay," she said quietly. "You don't flirt with the men. You know -- hang on, this is gonna take another martini." She poured herself one, took a sip, then resumed. "You know, I slept with a woman once. A few years ago. I've never told this to anyone before. She was an art historian visiting from another university. I helped her find some library materials, and then she took me out to lunch. I don't know how to make sense of it: she just swept me off my feet; and completely on impulse, we went back to her hotel room and made love. She went back to California that evening. I got a few cards from her, but I haven't seen her since." As she told me this, a tingly feeling shot down my spine, right into my cunny, which suddenly had become quite moist. "Is that why you and your husband split up?" "It was a contributing factor. Not that I ever told Jack about her. We had already drifted pretty far apart by that time. After my experience with Jeanne, I realized there was a part of me that was never going to be satisfied in a heterosexual marriage; but you know, a marriage can keep going for a long time on inertia, because it's familiar, and the thought of actually severing the ties is painful. Then one day Jack told me he was having an affair with a woman he'd met at the APA conference, and he asked for a divorce." I took her hand. She sat silently for a moment. Then her eyes popped open. "Oh, damn! The turkey's burning."
We rescued the turkey in the nick of time. As we sat down to dinner, I must have looked dazed: in truth, my mind was reeling from the martini, and from the bombshell she'd just dropped. Joanie took my hand. "Molly, I'm really glad you're here and that we're getting to know each other. I've wanted your friendship for a long time. I ... well ... I didn't know how to approach you without making you worry that I was ... coming on to you or something." "I've wanted you too. I mean ... I've wanted your friendship," I stammered, turning crimson. Then I ran to the bathroom and threw up my martini.
"Are you OK?" she intoned from the bathroom door. "I feel awful for making you drink that martini." "I'll be fine in a minute," I replied, rinsing my face. "I don't suppose you feel like eating a heavy dinner right now." "Not really. Could I borrow a toothbrush, to get this taste out of my mouth?" Luckily, she had an extra one, unused. I brushed my teeth in her bathroom sink. She told me she would wait to eat too. Then we sat back down on the sofa. Strangely, I felt emboldened: I'd survived the embarassment of thowing up in front of Joanie Holcombe, and I felt I could face anything. "Joanie, what do you think would happen if you did come on to me?" I traced my fingers over her cheek. She was silent for a long time, looking down at her hands. "I'm a good thirty years older than you, you know." When my lips found hers, she did not pull away, and she soon began kissing back. "Molly darling, when I invited you over, I honestly wasn't setting out to seduce you. But, God, now that you've started, please don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. My lips were getting drunk on the warmth of her skin, and my panties were sopping. As I kissed my way down her neck, her hands began touching my breasts through my blouse. Now, as I explained, I'm rather flat-chested; but I have big, extremely sensitive nipples; and Joanie's fingers were driving me crazy. "Joanie, take me to bed: I want to see you naked." Our arms round each others' waists, she led me back to her bedroom.
We fumbled with buttons, zippers, sleeves, and pantlegs, until she was in her bra and panties. She unbraided her long silvery hair, and it fanned out over her back like a waterfall. I unhooked the bra, it sagged forward, and she slipped it off her shoulders. Her untrammeled breasts seemed even larger than I had imagined: they hung down almost to her navel, a delicate tracery of blue veins visible beneath the skin, capped with large, brownish-pink nipples. Her rounded belly seemed soft and inviting. It was the body of a mature woman: there were stretchmarks and wrinkles and flab; but I fell in love with it on the spot.
"You undress too, love," she whispered, stepping out of her panties.
Taking off my clothes had never felt so deliciously erotic before. I felt proud and powerful, as her face registered admiration for my body. She took me in her arms then, and the shock of her warm, soft body against my bare skin sent me into an altered state. I could feel her thick erect nipples grazing my ribs, my tingling nipples rubbing against her skin. My hands travelled down her back and over the immense, soft roundness of her ass. Cupping one of her heavy breasts in my hands, I lifted it to my mouth, and began to lick and suck on the nipple. Her excited moaning suddenly became a sharp cry of pleasure, and her knees buckled. We staggered backward and flopped down on her bed.
"I came," she beamed, "just from you sucking my titty. God, look how excited you've gotten me."
She guided my hand down to the thick dark jungle between her thighs. As I rubbed her, my hand immediately became wet with her juice. I had to taste her. I clambered between her knees; taking her broad hips in my arms, and burying my face in that luscious grove, I drank deeply. Her honey tasted so good, I couldn't stop till she had come several more times.
Finally, she pulled my head back. "Now it's my turn," she growled.
She rolled me on my stomach, and began kissing the back of my neck, giving me delicious shivers; leaning the full weight of her body upon me, so that I felt engulfed in her warm softness.
"I've wanted to do this ever since the Christmas party last year," she said huskily.
She kissed a wet trail down my spine, down to my tailbone. Her hands began massaging my ass cheeks, spreading them apart and squishing them together. I felt uneasy: no one had ever done this with me before; and in fact, I wasn't quite sure what she was going to do next. But I didn't want her to stop either. Then I felt her hot, wet tongue travelling down between my cheeks, and my inhibitions went out the window. Her tongue circled around my madly contracting anus, then down into my sopping wet cunt. I heard her slurping loudly. A moistened finger was touching my anus now, slipping inside, and I bucked against it, taking it in deep. Her tongue was slip-sliding over my clittie. Other fingers were filling my vagina. The orgasm started like a gentle wave that picked me up, then intensified, carrying me higher and higher, till I felt I was riding a tidal wave, or rather a series of tidal waves that buoyed me up, one after another. Gradually, they subsided. I opened my eyes. The bedroom seemed to be suffused with a soft rosy haze, and through it, Joanie's face was beaming down at me.
"How about a hot turkey sandwich?" she asked.
She brought me dinner in bed. We both lay there naked, feeding each other forkfuls of turkey and mashed potatoes. Then she brought in apple pie and coffee. Food had never tasted so good before; though perhaps it seemed so because I was falling in love with her. When she asked me to spend the night, I wasn't about to turn her down.
"What can I do for you now?" I asked her. She thought for a minute, her arms folded behind her head. Then a smile lit up her face. "I feel like taking a bath with you. Would you wash me?" "Oh honey, you bet I will!"
I was delighted by her deep Japanese bathtub, big enough to hold two adults comfortably. As the tub filled, and the water heated up, we soaped each other up outside the tub, Japanese style. I paid particular attention to her nipples and the undersides of her breasts, before my soapy hand travelled down her belly and between her legs. She leaned back against the side of the tub, spreading her legs to give my hand better access. Soon three of my fingers were twisting and thrusting inside her honey-filled cunt. She was so beautiful like this, and the sounds she was making were driving me crazy; but I wanted to give her more.
"Turn around," I growled. Her back now toward me; she bent over the side of the tub, presenting her magnificent ass to my hungry gaze. I ran my fingers from her honey-hole to her anus, back and forth, till her whole between-the- cheeks area was lathered with soap, and with her honey.
"Please, Molly, touch me inside my ass," she whimpered. "I need you there." I did. Three fingers in her cunt and one in her ass, I thrust in and out of her, as I showered her beautiful broad buttocks with my kisses. I felt the beginning contractions of her orgasm against my fingers, fore and aft. Leaning over her, I murmured in her ear, "Joanie Honey-comb, Honey-woman, I love my Honey-woman. Make honey for me... " "Oooooooouuuh, Molllyyyy, I'm cuuuummmmmminnnnnggg!" she keened.
We sank down on the floor together. "Whew!" she said, when she could breathe again. "I've never come that hard before. God you're sweet."
We slipped into the tub then, letting the heat of the water envelope us. I wanted to hold her, so I sat behind her, my thighs wrapped round her waist, as she leaned back against me. My fingers brushed lazily over her stiffening nipples.
I admitted I'd had a crush on her for a long time. She was surprised.
"Our age difference doesn't bother you?" she asked timidly. "I'm not exactly ... well ... I'm an old woman, Molly. And you're so young and lovely." "No, Joanie, don't think that. Your body's fantastic. When we made love just now I felt so happy just looking at you and touching you, you took my breath away. And you make me come like gangbusters. Does it bother you that I'm an inexperienced kid?" "Molly, I'm so happy, so blessed, to have you as a lover." She turned back and flashed a knowing grin at me. "And I wouldn't exactly call you inexperienced."
We sat in the tub, kissing, laughing, holding each other, till our fingers and toes were wrinkled. At last we crawled out and towelled each other off. Joanie put on her bathrobe, and lent me a nightie. We went into the kitchen and she made us some tea. I sat drinking it, happily watching her, as she put away theThanksgiving leftovers. Then we did the dishes together. I felt so comfortable with her, so natural. When we finally went back to bed, I joyfully cuddled up to her, smelling the wonderful scent of her body.
"I'm falling in love with you, Joanie." "I love you too, Molly. I've never been in love like this before. I never loved Jack like this; even when we were happy together, it wasn't like this." She turned to face me. "Can you stay with me tomorrow? I have the day off." She started to kiss her way down my belly. "Mmm, yes. Maybe we could go to the art museum together? Ahhhhhh! There's a new surrealist show- ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
I'm not generally an early riser. But when I awoke at 6:45, I was too excited to fall back asleep: it was going to be our first whole day together. I got up silently, put on my nightie, and found my way to the kitchen. After a fairly exhaustive search of the cupboards, I found the coffee and the coffee pot, and started it going. There were some eggs in the fridge, and some milk, some tomatoes and onions. Soon I whipped up an omelette, made some toast, found the tray from last night. Proudly, I carried the tray of breakfast back into the bedroom to my sleeping Joanie.
"Molly?" she murmured sleepily; then she opened her eyes and sat up. "Have I died and gone to heaven? Darling, this is wonderful; nobody's ever brought me breakfast in bed before. Nnn, don't kiss me, I have morning breath."
I kissed her on her forehead. Her radiant smile melted my heart. If she smiled at me like that, I'd gladly make her breakfast every morning for the rest of her life. I sank down beside her and began to feed her bites of omelette, and she did the same for me. We drank our coffee slowly, and formed our plans for the day.
After a quick shower together, we stopped by my place, so I could get some clean clothes and some toiletries. Then we headed downtown to the art museum. I insisted on paying for her ticket -- so it would feel like a real date. We strolled through the museum together, holding hands when nobody was looking. I liked the dreamy quality of Chirico's paintings. Joanie filled me in on all the artists, and what the surrealist movement was about. Apparently, she knew about painting as well as music.
Outside the museum, we ran into my best friend from the department, Ken, with his girlfriend Sarah. They were heading in to see the show, but Ken, intrigued at this unexpected social development, persuaded Sarah that we should all go for lunch together first. We settled on an inexpensive Italian place nearby. I hung on to Joanie's arm proudly. Later, Ken told me I was grinning like the Cheshire cat. "You might as well have been carrying a sign: 'Look at the babe I just landed!'" he teased.
After lunch, we left Ken and Sarah at the museum, and headed over to the park. It was a brisk November day, but the sunshine and movement kept us warm. Here we could wander, holding hands, nobody else around. In a secluded corner, we huddled together on a bench, and made out. Unfortunately, it was too cold to do what we really wanted to do without risking frostbite.
After a while, we set off to find a find a cup of espresso and a place to pee. Later, as we walked back to the car, she suddenly told me to wait, and dove around the corner. A minute later, she came back and presented me with a single red rose. "For ardent love," she said. I kissed her on the mouth, right there, standing on the sidewalk, in front of everybody. "Goddam dykes," some guy muttered. Joanie glared at him and he slunk away. We walked quickly back to the car. The raw hatred in that jerk's comment shook us both up a little. But in the car, Joanie said, "I know there's a price to be paid for being 'out' as a lesbian. But I'm not gonna let that stop me from loving you." I felt safer after that.
We went home, and Joanie made up a delicious turkey- vegetable soup from the leftovers in her fridge. It was piping hot, and it thoroughly warmed me up. "Stay again tonight?" she asked. I nodded happily, sinking into her arms. "I've been waiting all day to make love to you, Honey- woman. Let's go to bed now." "Oh, Molly, I get so wet when you call me that ..."
In the bedroom, I undressed her, savoring the softness and the fresh smell of her, kissing her all over her body, slowly treasuring every dimple, every freckle, every hair. "I don't want there to be an inch of you I haven't kissed," I growled possessively. After a while, Joanie whispered, "Darling, my cunny, please..." And I moved down between her legs and began to lap up her honey. She came easily and powerfully for me, again and again; I felt so proud of my ability to give her pleasure.
Eventually, I crawled back up beside her. She sat up in bed, cradling my head against her ample bosom, as her fingers found their way down between my thighs. I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, as I felt her fingers slipping between my dripping lips, sliding over my tingling clit, filling me up deep inside, frigging me hard as I bucked and shuddered against them. All the while, she murmured into my ear, "Come for me, darling, come give it to me, give it to your Honey-woman..." I moaned into the fat breast that filled my mouth as I came and came for her till I was exhausted.
We fell asleep, cuddled together, my head pillowed on her soft warm bosom; happy, dreamy smiles on our faces.
After a few days like this, it was obvious that I had no more use for my own apartment; so I terminated the lease, and moved my computer and books into Joanie's house. She set up part of the study as an office for me, and my life as a grad student continued. At school, Ken teased me something terrible about Joanie: I was trying to sleep my way to the top, he laughed, but I'd made the mistake of sleeping with the professor's wife instead of the professor. Really, though, he was very supportive of my relationship with her, and when I sometimes had arguments with Joanie, I would go to Ken, and he would help me to cool down and and then go back and make up with her. The rest of the department, as far as I could tell, shrugged their shoulders and paid our relationship no mind. Jack Holcombe never said anything to me about Joanie. That spring, he anounced he was taking a job at Stanford. Joanie told me that that was where his new girlfriend was. Soon, I was typing away at my dissertation, while Joanie practiced away at her cello pieces.
My parents weren't as supportive as Ken. They met Joanie at my graduation. I introduced her to them as "my partner," but I guess they thought that was some kind of academic relationship, like research partners or something. Anyway, at the graduation party, my mother saw Joanie put her arms around me, and she screamed, "Get away from my daughter, you freak!" I quickly bustled my parents out the house.
"Listen to me! I yelled at them. "Joanie and I love each other: we're a couple. If you can't respect that, you just get the hell out of our house." And that's what they did. Without a word, they got in their car and drove off.
Joanie came out and took me in her arms. I collapsed against her, sobbing.
"I wish," she said, "my love could wipe away the hurt. I wish I could be your mother, so I could tell you what a wonderful daughter you are, and how proud I am of you." "You're my real mother now," I bawled. "You're my family. You're the one that loves me." She took me back inside. "Should we keep the party going, or do you want to be alone." "'Lone, with you." She graciously sent my professors and friends away. When she sat back down next to me on the couch, I sniffed, "I need some good loving from my Honey-woman."
"Your Honey-woman wants you to take your clothes off, Dr. Molly Steiglitz," she whispered in my ear. "Right here." I obeyed. She kissed and licked the tears from my face while her deft cellist fingers thrummed a concerto on my bare nipples. Soon she was kneeling on the floor, her head between my legs, while I rode her face to orgasm, bursting through the tears, surfacing into the sweet warm sunlight of pleasure. She took me to bed, tore off her clothes, and climbed in with me, cradling me against her warm naked body, lulling me to sleep with the sweet pounding of her heartbeat beneath my cheek.
I've barely had a word from my parents since that night, though it's been ten years.
I was offered several post-docs. When I suggested taking the closest one, so that I could drive home on weekends, she shook her head.
"Darling, I'm ready to retire from the library. I can sell the house. You take the post-doc that you want, wherever it is; and I'm coming with you." I hugged her long and hard for that.
I took the MIT post-doc. Joanie and I found a lovely little apartment right in Cambridge, which she began decorating with great glee. She told me she was happy to have a home that we were building together. She delighted in the rich classical musical scene in the Boston area, and soon joined a string quartet. Around the spring of my first year, the chair told me that a tenure-track position was opening up in the department, and encouraged me to apply. A few months later, I learned that I had gotten the job.
The night she took me out to celebrate, Joanie told me we'd gotten an eviction notice. It seems the landlord was planning to tear our building down and put up offices. I checked the figures in our bank account: we had a large amount from the sale of Joanie's house, on top of our substantial savings. The next day we walked into the landlord's office and bought the building out from under him, a hundred percent down. Instantly, we were the heroes of the other tenants. We promptly fired the property management company (it specialized in forgetting about repairs, and losing rent checks) and Joanie took over as property mangager (she bopped me on the head when I called her "Mrs. Worth").
The other tenants love her. We've never had a single problem from a tenant. Recently, various neighborhood groups have been urging Joanie to run for city council. If she ever decides to do it, I'll support her a hundred percent, and I know she'd be great for the community; but I'm not crazy about the idea, because I'm afraid it would cut seriously into our time together. And so far, Joanie has refused to run.
Joanie's sixty-five now, and I'm thirty-four. Before I met Joanie, I suppose I thought that sixty-five was way over- the-hill as far as sex is concerned. But that woman's appetite for sex just gets stronger and stronger. And her body is as beautiful and dear to me as it's ever been. My Honey-woman: I get wet thinking about her heavy breasts, and that special honey that flows for me in her secret place.
I know that our remaining years together are limited; that I will probably survive her, and have to face a long rest-of-my-life without her. So I savor the time we have left; and it makes our pleasure together more poignant. But who knows: maybe Joanie's going to be one of those feisty old ladies who lives to be a hundred ten. And I'll be an old lady sitting beside her in the rocker, with my hand up her dress, searching for honey.
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Monday, August 27, 2007
Violet Rose
Sharon Byrnes hummed an old 60's tune as she walked the streets of Greenwich Village. Never mind that the song had been recorded two years before she'd been born, it always made the 27 year old feel good. And today was definitely a day for feeling good. She had been hired by a large local clothing manufacturer to set up a new computerized inventory system. Her contract with the firm had called for her to have the system up and running in four weeks. Instead, she had finished it in three, making the fourth weeks salary a bonus. Walking down the street, the tall brunette drew the glances of several male passerby's. She gave them no notice. She was far too interested in the warmth of the sun on her face and the feel of spring in the air.
It felt so good to be able to shed that heavy winter coat and finally walk the streets in just a light blouse and skirt. So fine was the weather and with it her mood, Sharon had canceled her late afternoon appointment and spent the last few hours exploring the local stores. It'd been a long time since she had visited this part of lower Manhattan, but she always remembered it as a place where you could find something totally new with the turn of a corner. So it was that a small sign on a walk down storefront caught her attention. It simply said "Violet Rose." Unlike most of the shops along the way, no wares filled the windows. Instead, the whole window display consisted of a single violet rose laying on a white silk pillow. Intrigued,
Sharon started down the steps. She was surprised to find the door locked. Perhaps the store hadn't opened yet. She was about to retrace her steps back up to the street when a buzzer sounded and the door opened with an audible click. Stepping inside the small foyer, Sharon noted a small video camera hanging from the ceiling. She had seen similar security setups in jewelry stores. Wondering what kind of store this could be, she opened the second door. Once inside, Sharon saw a long u-shaped glass display cases that ran alongside the interior of the store. It reinforced the idea that this had once been a jewelry store. But the items in those cases as well as on the walls caused her to take a step back.
Filling every case was the most extensive collection of sexual paraphernalia she had ever seen. Some of the wares were familiar to her, having seen them in mail order catalogues. Others were so strange to her that she couldn't even begin to imagine what they were used for. Her blue eyes ran across the collection of leather goods, oils and lotions. Then across to the wall behind it and its large display of S & M gear. Still standing at the entrance, Sharon was trying to decide if she wanted to stay or leave. Then she saw the rather large selection of vibrators and dildos in the far display case. "What the hell." she thought to herself. "I could use a new toy." she added, feeling just a little naughty. Running her fingers across the display case as she crossed the room, Sharon smiled as she crossed over an assortment of handcuffs and other restraints. That was just a little too kinky for her tastes.
"Can I help you?" A voice from behind Sharon said. The tall young woman jumped at the sound of his voice. She hadn't noticed the salesman before.
"Oh, you startled me." Sharon said as she turned. The salesman smiled. He was incredible, Sharon thought. Muscular, over six foot tall, with curly blonde hair. He couldn't be more than 20 years old. Clad in a form fitting T-shirt that emphasized every muscle, the young man sent a quiver between her loins.
"Well, I'm looking for..... I mean I was interested in..." Sharon began, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Seeing her face turn red, the young man smiled even broader. It was a common occurrence in the store. People were really funny sometimes. "Were you looking for a vibrator or a dildo?"
He asked. "Well, I'm not sure." came Sharon's response. "To be honest, I really came across your store by accident." "Then maybe you should look around a little and let me know if you find something you like. My names Mark by the way." he replied before turning and walking away. Sharon couldn't help but lean over the counter and admire his ass as he walked away. He had a really great ass. Sharon spent the next twenty minutes exploring the various cases and displays. If nothing else, she was getting an education in erotica. At the same time, she was getting up her courage to perhaps ask that hunk behind the counter out for a drink.
It wouldn't be the first time she'd pick up a guy, but this had to be the most unusual place she'd ever considered it. Sharon was about to walk over and strike up another conversation when she noticed him buzzing another customer in. It was another woman. About 5'5" and 160 lbs, the woman looked to be in her early 20's. She had a stocky build but her weight was so evenly distributed that Sharon wouldn't have described her as fat. Her face was rather boyish and she wore no makeup. Short black curly hair added to that image. Despite the fact that she had tremendous breasts, clearly visible through the plain white T-shirt, she didn't wear a bra. With great familiarity, the woman walked across the store and behind the counter. The salesman smiled at her, obviously happy to see her. "Could they be lovers?" Sharon thought as she looked at the mismatched pair.
She'd seen stranger couples in her life. A feeling of reassurance filled her when Mark kissed the new arrival on the cheek instead of her lips. Friends yes, lovers no. The two spoke for a few moments as the woman glanced in Sharon's direction. The long haired woman quickly looked away, pretending to examine the selection of anal probes in the case next to her. Then Mark left the new arrival and disappeared into the back room. Sharon watched out of the corner of her eye as the woman walked over behind the counter and stopped opposite her. "Mark thought you might be a little more comfortable if I helped you." she said in a soft melodious voice that really didn't seem to go with her appearance. "I think that would be better." Sharon smiled. "Now what can I interest you in today." the saleswoman continued. "Well, I was thinking I'd like a new toy." Sharon mused.
"Actually, this is a spur of the moment thing. I only found your store by accident."
"We are a little out of the way." the short haired girl said as she and Sharon strolled back to the dildo and vibrator section.
"And most of our advertising is done sort of word of mouth "It is a nice shop." Sharon said for lack of anything else to say.
"Well I like it." came the response.
Ok babe, I'm out of here." called out Mark as he emerged from the back room. "I'm going to meet Peter at the gym." Ok dear, have fun." the salesgirl called out as Mark quickly crossed the shop and out the door. "That is one good looking guy." Sharon commented, not even realizing she'd said it out loud. "That he is," the woman behind the counter agreed. "But I'm afraid you'd be in the wrong ballpark with that one." Sharon looked a little confused. "He's gay." she clarified. "You're kidding." Sharon said. "Ok, I'm kidding. He's not gay - only his boyfriend is." was the reply with a smile. Sharon cursed her luck and really didn't hear what the salesgirl said next. "So what's your pleasure this afternoon." she repeated. "I think he just walked out that door." Sharon said under her breath. Then she replied in a louder tone. "I'm still really not sure, maybe you can suggest something." "Certainly." came a cheery reply.
"Can I interest you in a vibrator?" "Hmmm." Sharon murmured as she looked down at the samples.
"I actually have one of those, and all of these seem to look pretty much like it. Unless you've got something a little more powerful. You know, something that Black and Decker might make, a super-vibrator with four D-cells." "No, I'm afraid they haven't gotten around to that yet." she replied laughingly.
"It's a pity though. I'm sure their missing a untapped market. I know I'd buy one." Sharon laughed. "Well I guess a dildo then, I don't have one of those." "Ok, lets see what we can do then." said the salesgirl as she brought a tray of samples out and put them on the counter. "We pride ourselves on our selection." Sharon was impressed by the woman's demeanor. Regardless of her occupation, she took her work seriously. "Have you been doing this long?" Sharon asked as she picked up a small dildo and examined it. "Been a salesgirl I mean?" "Oh I'm not part of the hired help like Mark." she grinned. "I own this place." "Really?" a surprised Sharon asked. "Yes, really. My names Violet Carey. Violet Rose to my friends." "Nice to meet you, Violet Rose." Sharon said as she extended her hand, to be met by a firm handshake. "Sharon Byrnes." Somehow, she had thought that a store like this would be owned by some businessman who hid his name behind a screen of dummy corporations. Someone who wanted the profits but didn't want his name associated with this type of enterprise.
"So now that we've been introduced, what say we get down to business." Violet said.
"Would this be for personal use or where you planning to use it on someone else. If so would that be vaginal or anal use."
"I'm afraid I don't understand." Sharon said. "Well its quite simple actually." Violet explained.
"Would you be using this on a man, say your husband or boyfriend?" "Oh, no chance of that, I'm afraid." Sharon answered.
"Both categories are pretty empty these days." "I see. I asked because that would give me an indication as to size." Violet said. "Do you have any preference as to color. Quite a few woman seem to like this model. " she said as she held up a large black hued rubber phallic. "Although I'd bet none of their lovers ever see it." "I've never had an interest in that direction." Sharon said as she admired the craftsmanship and detail that had gone into the product. It even had tiny veins on the sides. "It was just a thought."
Violet said as she put down the dark rubber cock and picked up another to show Sharon. The two woman chatted as they went. Sharon found it amusing to be buying a sex-toy in a store like this. Violet acted like she was selling a scarf in Macy's. After examining a few more models, Sharon asked if Violet had a personal preference. "Sure," Violet said with a broad grin. "Wait a second, it's behind the other counter." Violet returned a few seconds later, holding a rather large piece of rubber. She dropped in on the counter. Sharon was taken aback by its size, it had to be at least 10 inches long and thicker than any she had seen so far. It was also a strap-on. "I think that's a little too big." Sharon said as she ran her gaze up and down it's length. It was as detailed as the smaller black one she had admired earlier. "I'd never be able to handle anything that big." she admitted. "Oh you'd be surprised at what you can handle."
Violet said as she ran her fingers across the dildo. "As long as the right person is on the other end of it." Sharon looked deep into Violet's enveloping smile. She'd have had to have be pretty stupid not to have noticed that Violet was as gay as she said Mark had been. And that she had been coming on to her since she'd come into the store. Not that Sharon felt awkward in being hit on by another woman. Back in her college days, she'd experimented a little with girl-sex. After that, she'd had a brief lesbian romp with a girlfriend following her divorce. But those had all been with girls that she would've described as feminine. This was the first time she'd drawn the attention of a butch. An attention that she found herself enjoying. "It does sound interesting." Sharon said.
"But since I don't live in the city, I'd hate to buy something that I'd have to come all the way back to the city to return. That is if you can return such things."
"Well there's an easy way around that." Violet said beaming. "And that would be?" "I'd be happy to give you a demonstration." Sharon's face now also beamed.
Violet led Sharon to the back room. Surprisingly, instead of the storeroom she expected, Sharon found a small one room apartment. It had a couch, television, refrigerator and microwave. All the comforts of home. "Do you live here?" Sharon asked as she looked around. "No," Violet said as she pulled the blinds, flooding the room with sunlight. "It's just a place to crash when someone needs it."
"Pretty nice, I......." Sharon was cut off in mid-sentence as Voilet abruptly grabbed her and pulled her against her large breasts. Any cry she might've wanted to make was cut off by the crush of Violet's lips against her own. The kiss was forceful, aggressive, more like that of man than a woman. Yet at the same time, it was exciting and intoxicating. It had been a very long time since Sharon had wanted to be taken forcefully by someone. Violet had connected with a primitive desire that was usually buried deep inside.
Continuing their exchange of lust filled kisses, Violet slid her hand beneath Sharon's blouse and fondled her smaller breasts. With practiced ease, she undid the front clip of her bra, letting her round globes fall free. Sharon moaned softly as strong fingers played with her nipples. Violet's touch was a combination of both rough and gentle. Almost immediately, both nipples were rock hard. Pulling against the yellow blouse, Violet ripped it open, sending several buttons popping to the floor. Sharon didn't have time to worry about how she was going to repair the damage to her outfit. Grabbing one of her now free hanging mounds, Violet lifted it to her eager mouth. "Oh God, yes." Sharon sighed as she felt the alternating pain and delight of Violet's teeth and tongue working on her sensitive tips. "Oh, baby, we're just getting started." Violet laughed as she turned her attention to the other breast.
Sharon ran her hand through Violet's short curls as she held her head tight against her breast. Not that the younger woman needed any encouragement. She found the feel of the short hair enticing. Not were Violet's much larger mounds to be ignored. Already covered with sweat, her large thick nipples pressed out against her thin shirt. Sharon reached out with her one free hand and took hold of as much of one as she could. Even through the material, Sharon could feel the warmth of Violet's skin. She couldn't wait to get past that thin cotton barrier. She didn't have long to wait. Violet released her hold on the older woman and took a long step back. Grabbing the bottom edges of her shirt, she pulled it up and over her head. Her gigantic orbs bounced heavily as they fell back into place. Freed of what little restraint her shirt had offered, Violets breasts were larger than Sharon had guessed.
Her nipples were almost a quarter inch in length and the dark pink circles around them measured nearly three inches wide. Sharon's eyes riveted on a small violet rose tattooed on her left breast. Violet took a heavy breast in each hand and lifted each in turn to her mouth. Her nimble tongue reached out and tickled the tips, then she took each rose petal into her mouth, whole. Sharon was getting incredibly turned on by Violet's exhibition. Her hands slid down across her now exposed breasts and stomach. Then she lifted her blue skirt and reached for the already wet mound beneath it. Thankfully, she rarely wore panties. A familiar feeling filled her as she felt her fingers glide inside her. It'd been a long time since she'd found herself this wet before anyone had even touched her sex. She played with herself for a few minutes, her eyes never leaving the sign of Violet suckling herself. Finally, Violet left her breast slip from her mouth and lifted both of them outward. Inviting Sharon to partake of their delight.
Never one to let an invitation grow cold, Sharon reached forward and cradled Violet's left breast, planting her first kiss right on her tattoo. A second kiss quickly followed, then a third, fourth and fifth. She quickly worked her way across the soft flesh until she felt the large nipple slip into her waiting mouth. Violet sighed as she felt Sharon's tongue make contact. She'd had her pegged right from the moment she first seen her. Like a child with a favorite piece of candy, Sharon rolled her wet tongue around and around the dark pink circle, sending tiny jolts of rapture up and across Violet's ample bosom. "God, I'd forgotten how good this could feel." Sharon thought to herself as she shifted her attention to Violet's other globe and began to feast on that . Even as the younger woman delightfully moaned in response to Sharon's efforts, Violet slid her hand down between the brunette's legs.
The carefully trimmed bush she found there was already wet. Instinctively, she slid two fingers in between her lips and began to pump them in and out. As Violet's fingers began to move in and out, faster and faster, the taller woman was unable to keep up her mammary ministrations. She released her mouths grip on Violet's nipple and let it fall free. Violet eased her back onto the couch and spread her legs wide. In a quick motion, Violet's mouth replaced her fingers. She only paused long enough to lick the tasty juices off her fingers. A few minutes under the tutelage of Violet's talented tongue was enough to bring Sharon almost to the edge. It'd been such a long time since she'd felt this good.
"Oh God!" she yelled out as she felt Violet's warm tongue reach up inside her once more. "Don't stop! What ever you do, don't stop!" Yet only a few minutes later, Violet did stop. It took a few moments for Sharon to realize it. Her eyes opened wide and sought out her lover. She found her a second later. Violet was now totally nude and was in the process of adjusting the strap on the strap-on she had shown Sharon earlier. Hanging down between her legs, it looked even larger than before. Strapped tight, a small nub at the base of the rubber cock extended into her own pussy, rubbing against her clit. "Now the real fun begins." Violet smiled. A sudden feeling of apprehension filled Sharon at the thought of being penetrating by that monster. It was bigger than any man she had known. She opened her mouth to say something but something held her back. Sharon remained mute as Violet reached out and pulled her up off the couch.
"Over the edge!" She ordered in an authoritative tone as she bent Sharon over the arm of the couch. From a tube in her hand, Violet smeared a large amount of clear lubricant over the cockhead of her dildo. Then she pushed her slippery fingers down between Sharon's legs and up into her already lubricated pussy. She pushed all five fingers in, stretching the opening. "Oooo" moaned Sharon as she felt the initial intrusion. Violet pressed her naked body up against the back of Sharon's own. She lifted her hanging cock and positioned the head against the now saturated tunnel. "Spread those beautiful legs, honey." Violet whispered into Sharon's ear as she nibbled at it. "Cause you're going to love this." she added with a kiss.
With that she began rubbing the round tip of her cock up and down the length of Sharon's pussy before taking a firm grip and pushing it within her. "Aaaaa!" Sharon yelled as she felt herself being penetrated . "Relax." Violet said as she eased the dildo out a little, before pushing it back in twice the depth of her first attempt. Violet reach around and rubbed her fingers against Sharon's clit. Doggy style was her favorite position, it gave her such a feeling of superiority. Her frantic motions against the small nub at the top of Sharon's cunt helped distract her from the pain as Violet began to thrust deeper within her with an ever increased frequency. Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to an increasing pleasure.
Even through the artificial cock, Violet could feel the walls of Sharon's cunt grabbing hold of her as she thrusted inside her one more time. "You love this, don't you?" Violet asked between thrusts as she grabbed both of the taller woman's hips and pulled her ass hard against her. "Oh yes," Sharon panted as she began to match Violet's rhythm and draw the dildo deeper inside her. Violet slid her hands up and down Sharon's body as she continued to fuck her with ever increasing ferocity. Her fingers closed tight against her breasts as she used then to pull Sharon against her time after time. Violet always got off fucking other women in this way. All of that sensitive lover crap might've been ok for others, but she loved to be in control. As short a time ago as this morning, Sharon would've never entertained the suggestion that she would let someone use her like this. Like just a pussy that was there for someone's pleasure. Yet that was exactly how she was letting Violet use her. And to Sharon's astonishment, that understanding was turning her on in such a way that she couldn't explain. Violet pushed Sharon's head and shoulders down across the arm of the couch, giving her greater access to the depths of her pussy. The constant rubbing against her own love button was sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot sweat covered each of their bodies as both shook with the energy and passion of unrestricted sex. Words between them were no longer possible, the best they could manage were animalistic grunts.
Yet even those were being constantly interrupted by frantic gasps for breath. Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Violet grabbed Sharon's long hair and pulled her head back. With a fierce fire in her dark eyes, Violet pressed her lips hard against the helpless girl beneath her. The taste of their tongues as they intertwined was enough to push her to within an inch of the abyss. "Deeper." Sharon gasped as Violet's tongue slid out of her mouth. Try as she could, it would've been physically impossible for Violet to get any more inside Sharon. At least in the position they were in. "On the floor!" Violet commanded as she pulled the dildo all the way out. "On your back!" Not even giving Sharon time to comply, the younger woman pushed her onto her back. She followed her a moment later and rammed the large rubber cock between her outstretched legs. Sharon screamed in ecstasy as Violet drove the dildo it's full length within her.
Violet's massive mounds pressed hard against Sharon's smaller globes, causing an electric tingling as their nipples touched. Burying her temporary manhood deep inside her new lover, Violet's body quaked in anticipation of the explosion she knew was imminent. Beneath her, Sharon was lost in a similar state. Continuing to pump away with all of her strength, Violet was taken by surprise when Sharon reached up with her legs and wrapped them around her buttocks, allowing her to penetrate to an even greater depth. Her arms also wrapped around her, binding them together in an unbreakable lock. "Fuck me!" Sharon screamed at the top of her lungs. A cry so loud that for a moment Violet wondered it she could be heard out on the street. One final thrust was enough to unleash the explosion that had been building within the two of them. Both bodies jerked violently as they were consumed by the bodyquake that ripped through each of them. Sharon drove her nails deep into Violet's back as an orgasmic paralysis gripped her. Violet continued to plummet the captive pussy that was pressed so tightly against her own.
Until she too was gripped by that same loss of control. Their journey through the endless ether of sexual bliss was both instantaneous and timeless. Fireworks filled the sky and rivers of joy caressed their quivering forms. Soft, quiet moans filled the air as hearts raced uncontrolled. As has been written many times, all good things must end and eventually the fire that had claimed both women cooled and their sweat drenched bodies began to untangle from each other. Sharon was still aware of the massive cock-toy still filling ever inch of her cavity.
The feeling was so unlike that she had after a violent love session with a man. Usually she was faced with a small feeling of disappointment as she felt his cock soften and slip from her. Instead it was now a constant reminder of the joy she had just experienced. Violet was simply too exhausted to even pull her strap on from within Sharon. Instead she simply stoked her now cool skin and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The fires of aggression had cooled within her, and now all she wanted to do was rest.
The late afternoon sun had already slipped beneath the tall buildings when Sharon emerged from the small shop. Thankfully the small apartment in back had been equipped with a hand held shower. She would've really hated to have had to make the long trip home with the unmistakable odor of sex clinging to her. Over the next two hours, as she rode first the subway and them the Long Island Railroad, Sharon gave little notice to the multitude of people around her. Instead her thoughts were focused on the narrow ten inch package she clutched to her breast. That and the promise that if she ever needed another demonstration of it's use, she merely had to ask.
With that idea, her smile grew ever brighter.
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Sunday, August 26, 2007
Hot lesbians in wild action!
A nasty brunette and a sexy blonde in a hot lesbian sex scene
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Saturday, August 25, 2007
Vicky's First Love
I have to go back a few years, I was 16 at the time, and still naive to much of the world of love. It's not that I hadn't gotten a lot of attention, but of course it had all been from guys. As a matter of fact I got pretty popular with some of the older guys, which confused me for a long time until one of my "boyfriends" confessed that my first lover, (at 13), had spread the word around about what kind of girl I was. My first lover, what a laugh. It wasn't exactly romance but if you want to hear about that one you can let me know. Hell it might even be therapeutic to write it down. Not that it wasn't hot, it was definitely that and more, it's just that it isn't the kind of thing that people think of as normal. (But then who among us is really normal anyway, Newt Gingrich??? find them all and shoot them for the rest of us....please!) I think you have an idea what I'm talking about, but for the more dense among you, my brother Daniel was the first to get into my pants, and he was none too gentle with me on my deflowering day. Soooo anyway, I have this older sister, Laura, she's really kinda cute and we were always really close even though she is almost 7 years older than me. The relationship got closer as I got older and it gave me the chance to meet and "hang" with some of her friends.
Welllllll, I got to know Laura's best friend, Lisa, pretty well over the years. She always seemed to be around when Laura was home on vacation and we had lots of opportunities to talk and ended up getting pretty close. Lisa got married right after she graduated and I went to the wedding. It was fun, her husband David is really a nice guy and actually gave me a lot of attention at the reception, which was fun for a 15 year old girl! Little did I know what HE was thinking!!! I remember having mixed feelings about David, I can tell you what it was now even though I didn't have a clue then...I was jealous. David and Lisa had a baby girl almost instantly! I guess I can't blame her for that, I mean he is pretty hot and seemed to be fun and all. Anyway, I started baby-sitting for them when the baby was about 2 minutes old. I mean really, they were always going someplace and it seemed like I was spending more time at their apartment than my own home! Each time I would come over, Lisa would always take some time and talk to me about something or other while David just seemed to drift in and out of the room. I remember thinking at times how sexy Lisa is and got nervous that she might notice me staring at her breasts or ass every chance I got. She would often sit close to me and find a reason to put an arm around me, once even touching one of my breasts on the pretext of measuring hers against my rapidly developing bust. Finally David would come strolling into the room and offer to drive me home, I never remember wanting to leave...ever.
On the drive home David ALWAYS asked about my boyfriends and if I liked dating and would comment on how I was growing up sooooo fast and all that bullshit, I knew he was checking me out, I mean come on! Well, the moment of truth arrived (finally you said?), when Lisa asked me to lunch on the pretense of helping her with the baby. We had a nice lunch and went shopping at Victoria's Secret and some other shops where Lisa bought some very hot stuff while I wandered around with Holly. I can still remember how excited I was when Lisa called me into the dressing room at Victoria's Secret to see one of her outfits. She asked me if I thought David would like the outfit, well shit who wouldn't, she was wearing one of those Merry Widows. I thought I would die! I told her she looked great and she did! You would never know this woman had a kid. Her breasts were still firm and full and her belly was perfectly flat. I think I kind of stammered something like "very nice" and left pretty quickly, the whole time wondering what was wrong with me, I was dripping wet and shaking with excitement. I was relieved in a way to be on the way back to Lisa's apartment, I was pretty confused about my feelings but I found myself staring at her as she walked in front of me, or leaned over me. It also did not escape my attention that Lisa was taking every opportunity to touch me as we talked and walked along. If all this happened to me now there would be no doubt in my mind what was going down but back then I was clueless.
I still remember today what she was wearing like it just happened yesterday. Those black stretch pants and tube top with that little vest were definitely for my benefit and I loved watching the way her hips moved as she walked in those high heels. This was a definite "fuck me" outfit. Things got interesting when we settled in at her apartment. Lisa surprised me by offering me a glass of wine. She had been drinking since lunch and was obviously buzzed. I put the baby down for a nap while Lisa prepared a snack. When I returned to the living room Lisa was sprawled out on the couch with a glass of wine. There was a glass for me and I did what any horny, nervous, sophisticated 16 year old would do, I sucked that thing down in about 30 seconds! Lisa got up almost immediately and got me another, with a little grin, telling me that I didn't have to worry about getting home right away and to just relax. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, she seemed to shift and move so sensually. I know she was watching me and noticed me staring at her legs and breasts, but I couldn't help myself. I could blame it on the wine but I knew that something was going to happen, and I wanted it badly. I got up to get something in the kitchen, god knows what. When I turned to head back into the living room Lisa was right there in my face, looking down at me with her blue eyes looking into my soul, laughing, leering, loving me. I stood there, frozen looking from her eyes to her boobs to my toes, shaking inside. Thank god Lisa knew what to do or I think I would still be standing there now. I could feel her breath on my shoulders, and could smell her perfume, it was such a turn on, I was really shaking when I felt her hand on my arm.
She slowly tightened her grip until I knew she wanted me to look up at her. When I lifted my eyes to hers I could see that she wanted me. I mean, here I was 16 years old alone with this 23 year old married woman and I was dripping wet, thinking about things that were so new to me, but I wanted it, I knew I wanted this more than anything. Things started happening quickly after that and I apologize if my memory of the events become less complete but I was having a lot of trouble concentrating at that point. Lisa put her arms around me and told me that she had been wanting to be with me for a long time. I mumbled something stupid about enjoying my time with her. Then she kissed me...I was finished. I nearly jumped out of my skin. My legs got weak, my heart was pounding in my chest and I started to tremble. I opened my mouth almost on instinct and Lisa immediately began probing my mouth with her soft tongue. I whimpered into her mouth and she released me for the moment, leading me into the bedroom by the hand. I thought, "my god, I'm going to make love to a woman....at last!" I remember her hands on my breasts and the soft touch of her fingers everywhere. I touched her breasts and she moaned into my mouth. My hands slid down her side and rested on her butt covered in those tight stretch pants. She pulled me in close until my boobs were pressed into her tight belly then she asked me the question that changed my life. "Will you love me Vicky? Will you love me like a woman?" At least that's the way I remember it. I realized suddenly that I wasn't breathing! My response came out as a kind of sobbing, moaning, animal noise. I remember kissing her long and hard as we fell back on the bed.
Her hands on my young body, everywhere, under my blouse, on my ass, between my legs. I responded in kind, stroking her back, playing with her big breasts and tentatively groping her tight ass. I was sooo hot I was moaning and crying out my passion for my new found love. Lisa was obviously experienced in this, but I had no way of knowing how experienced. I can tell you now that she was playing me like a concert pianist, and hitting every chord on the mark! This was something so totally new and exciting for me, there is no way in hell to describe it. Lisa's hands were doing things to me as she moaned and kissed me then I realized that my top was off and my pants were unzipped, and I was shaking like a leaf. I remember having an orgasm when she put her hand down my pants for the first time. I had orgasms before and lord knows I had been masturbating daily (usually 2 or 3 times a day) for years, but this was so totally different I decided that I really didn't know what sex was until that afternoon. Lisa's fingers running through the soft hairs on my pussy, down between my lips and sliding up and down my slit, slowly circling my stiff little clit, then gently pumping into my aching hole. I must have been moaning, grunting or something because Lisa was stroking my hair with her free hand and telling me that she loved me, that I was wonderful, that she wanted my body...etc. I came again while she stroked my pussy, I would have done anything for this woman, and did. After my second cum we rested a moment, really it was an opportunity to remove the rest of our clothes. I couldn't wait to see Lisa naked. She seemed to sense my need and teased me terribly. First she helped me take off the rest of my clothes, touching me everywhere while she did. My whole body was super-sensitive and each touch, every stroke would cause me to jump or groan, almost cumming when her fingers would stray between my legs.
I was trying to hump her hand, her leg, anything that got near my pussy, until I was finally lying there naked...and waiting for the next act in the most exciting day of my life. Once she had me naked I reached out for her but Lisa stopped me telling me to be patient and she wanted to get me excited, just to watch. Well hell, I thought if I get any more excited I'll explode!! She got up from the bed and looked down at me with a wonderful smile on her face and a look in her eyes that betrayed her lust. She told me that she had masturbated many times thinking about this moment. Her hands were rubbing her tits through the tube top and occasionally dip between her legs and she would squeeze her legs together and shiver. She told me that she loved my body, my responsiveness to her caresses. She asked if I liked her body. SHIT! All I could do was nod my head and mumble yes. She pulled off her tube top and began pinching her nipples. My hands must have gone to my own tits by themselves because Lisa just moaned and said that I should do it with her just like that. I wanted her back in my arms but I didn't dare move. Lisa turned her back to me and ran her hands over her butt. It was soo hot, I know I moaned something. Then she bent at the waist and began to slide her stretch pants down over her round ass.
I was hypnotized. My entire world consisted of that beautiful ass and my hand sliding down between my legs. When her pants were off she slid her fingers between her legs from the front pulling aside the little band of cloth of her panties so that I could see her playing with her pussy lips. She slid a finger into herself then took it out and licked it, then slid it back in with a moan. Now THAT got me VERY hot! She removed her finger and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slowwwwwlllly sliding them down over her hips, still bent at the waist. Her entire sex was now visible and I was surprised to see that she had absolutely no hair on her pussy. It was beautiful. Even though I had never done this before, all I could think of right at that moment was putting my lips to her pussy lips. When her panties were off Lisa began playing with her pussy again, this time sliding several fingers into herself, holding her lips open for me to see, then pulling out and rubbing her clit, which she completely uncovered so that it was poking straight out between her spread open lips. I think she came right then. Lisa started rubbing her juices all up and down her crack, sliding her fingers in her pussy, then running them up the crack of her ass, then back again, occasionally stopping and circling her little bottom hole then moving on.
What really caught me by surprise was when she slipped her finger up her ass and started pumping it in and out and grunting. She was kind of humping herself back onto her own finger while she did it giving the impression that she was getting fucked by someone or something else. Now I could understand why she kept her nails shorter than most women, (something that I have adopted for convenience as well). I think she had another orgasm while she did this because she was playing with her clit with her other hand, but anyway, she finally stopped and stood up, turning to me with a with a searching look, I guess trying to determine if what I had seen had excited me or turned me off. I must have passed whatever test she had given me because I was laying there pounding 2 fingers into my drenched pussy and pinching my nips. I also noticed that she wasn't completely shaved, there was a little tuft of hair just above her slit, it was really cute. Lisa climbed back on the bed with me and asked me if I liked the little show. I must have gotten my voice back because we talked for a while about what we liked to do in bed.
My comments were very short, hers were very enlightening. She explained to me about what she likes to do with other women, and I wanted it all. When she got to the part about anal sex I was totally lost. It looked like she really got into it but it was a completely foreign idea to me then. She told me not to worry, if I didn't care for it we could skip it, or I could do it to her and she would love that but not try anything like that with me. The whole time we were talking she was playing with my tits and pussy, or just rubbing different parts of my body, I was in heaven. Now I got to touch all of her naked charms as well. I found myself totally absorbed in her pussy, she pushed my hand away several times telling me to go slow, but I would always move back after a short visit to some other part of her. Basically, I told her I wanted to do everything with her a lover could do. My response must have pleased her because she hugged me to her and kissed me hard on the lips. I could taste her pussy on her lips from her playing before and it only served to excite me further. We hugged and groped each other for a few minutes when she started kissing my breasts and biting the nipples gently. I held her head in my hands and directed her from one tit to the other. She would grab one and squeeze the nipple between her thumb and finger while licking the other nipple, then switch, getting a little rougher each time, until I could feel her teeth on my flesh constantly and was experiencing an exquisite aching and occasional sharp pain that would immediately turn to pleasure as she would bite down on my swollen nips. I was moaning constantly and often yelping or screaming when she would bite me.
Without letting go of my breast Lisa began to lick down my heaving chest to my stomach, then to my bellybutton, which she probed and poked with her tongue. That was strangely exciting and I started humping at her again, waiting and hoping that she wouldn't stop there. Finally finished with my bellybutton she continued to lick down to the beginning of my hair line. She ran her tongue through the little ringlets of hair there. Because I am natural blond, my pussy hair is very light (when I let it grow in), and she seemed to enjoy running her tongue through my little patch. Now I should tell you that this was not the first time I had experienced a tongue in my pussy, however, I was in no way prepared for what Lisa was going to do me. I had let 2 of my boyfriends lick me before on several occasions and even had a few orgasms (and thought it was wonderful at the time). The hell with that! Lisa fucking devoured my cunt! I went from feeling like I had one giant tongue laving me from my clit to my asshole to thinking that Lisa was actually trying to climb inside my pussy, tongue first. I later realized that Lisa does have a rather long tongue...and I love every inch of it! She would slide the entire length of her tongue into my pussy then run up and tease my clit, then back and forth and slowly enter my ass (which became an incredible turn on) then back to my clit and on and on and GOD I couldn't believe it....THIS IS SEX!!!!!! At some point I started to cum and I knew it was going to be a big one, but then it hit and I was flailing around, half screaming, but it didn't stop.
I kept cumming, and Lisa kept eating me, and I kept cumming, and screaming louder (now into a pillow to keep from waking Holly) and Lisa was pumping 2 fingers in my pussy, and I kept cumming, I clamped my legs together and Lisa grabbed them and pushed me way back completely exposing my ass, and I was just starting to come down when she drove her tongue up my asshole. I immediately came again. Not like the previous cum, a totally different feeling.. The previous cum was intensely mind shattering and almost unbearable, this one was not as intense but more animalistic or something, I needed her to keep pushing into me. I began pumping my ass back on her tongue and grunting out for her to keep going She had my legs in her hands, pushing them back, I reached down and grabbed my legs and pulled them even further open, spreading myself for her. Lisa spread my ass with both hands and drove her tongue in and out of me until I finally begged her to stop. She didn't stop until I had asked several times, and when she did it was with reluctance, but I was completely exhausted and immediately collapsed when she removed her tongue from my ass. I started crying and didn't stop for a long time. Lisa came up and held me and I guess she was scared that she had injured me or something, but I wasn't in any pain.
It was just an emotional response to the most emotionally, physically, and mentally draining experience of my life. I had died and been reborn. When I could speak I tried to tell her this, but neither of us can remember what I really said, I'm sure it was close to incoherent. Lisa was eventually satisfied that I was okay and we just laid back for a little while and relaxed. I did go down on Lisa later that afternoon and she said it was wonderful, but my inexperience and exhaustion made it less than a stellar performance. I have gotten LOTS better since then I promise. The most memorable part of that scene was when she asked me to fuck her ass with a dildo while I ate her pussy. I was shocked when she took the whole thing pumping in and out of her ass and was banging her butt on the fake balls trying to get more. I was amazed that it was possible then, now I would be itching for my turn....but I guess that's yet another story.
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Friday, August 24, 2007
Kay's Story
Sharon stood up, "I'm going to shower then I'll show you the rest of the place." She said as she turned toward the door that lend to the showers and pulled off her top. She turned giving me a good look at her firm tits, "Come and talk to me while I change." She disappeared through the door. My pulse quicken as I walk toward the door, part of me screaming to leave, most of me wanting to stay. When I went through the door I entered a locker room. Down one side were full length lockers, in front of the lockers were several low padded benches, on the other side were showerstalls, sinks, and a couple of toilets. Sharon was facing away from me, bent at the waist sliding the jogging shorts down her legs. She was wearing panties after all, thong style, I could see the waist band around her hips and the strap that went down the crevice of her ass. After she removed the shorts, she stayed bent over and removed her shoes, then she stood, looked over her shoulder and blew me a kiss. Then she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slowly eased down the skippy panties bending over, giving me a wide open view of her creamy smooth ass, her puckered asshole and wet slit. I let out a moan, Sharon straightened, turned around and came to me. Her arms went around my neck and she hugged me. Her mouth closed mine and her tongue darted through my parted teeth. My hands caressed her back, and sides as I returned her kiss.
My hands found her tits and began to knead them till my fingers found her rubbery hard nipples. I pinched, pulled and tweaked her nipples, marveling at smoothness, weight and texture of another woman's breasts. My own tits were still confined in my bra, aching to be touched, the cups felt rough to my sensitive nipples. Our kiss broke, both of us short of breath. I pulled my blouse over my head and dropped it to the floor, reach behind me and unfastened my bra. Sharon pulled my bra off and let it fall. She ran her hands over my shoulders and neck, down the slopes of my tits, along the sides down to the top of my slacks then back up. Her hands barely touched me as they moved over my tits, never quite touching the nipples. I stood eyes closed concentrating on the feeling, after the third time she over my front her touch became heavier, squeezing, stroking, kneading but still not touching my nipples. My panties were sopped, my whole pussy throbbed, my nipples actually ached to be touched. Sharon pulled me to her, my nipples pushed against her soft warm tits, a shudder went through my body and I groaned. As she held me against her I could feel the hardness of her nipples, the softness of her breasts, and the heat from her twat.
My mouth was against her neck, I kissed did, licked. Sharon's hands were on my shoulders, slowly she moved my mouth down. I licked and kissed her tits, running my tongue over the soft skin, tasting the underside of each breast, circling my tongue slowly around one nipple, then the other. Her hands were in my hair now, she guide my mouth to her nipples, I flicked it with my tongue, then licked gently, when it was cover in salivas I blew air on it. The nipple puckered. "Suck it." she commanded. I took the nipple into my mouth, sucking in as much of her tit as I could. My tongue swirled around the nipple as I gently bit the tit in my mouth. Then I started to bat the Nipple back and forth with my tongue. I felt her body stiffen against mine. "Now do the other one". My mouth went to her other nipple, I flicked it with my tongue and then bit it softly before sucking it in my mouth.
Her hands pushed me lower, down to my knees, I licked her tummy as my mouth went down her body. I felt the tickle of her pubic hair on my chin and resisted for a second. I could feel the heat of her, the scent of her sex filled my nostrils. I brought my arms up and hugged her, holding my face just above her bush. My hands trailed down the cheeks of her ass, squeezing, weighing them. I stoked the backs, then the insides of her thighs. Then I moved my mouth down, licking around her bush, rubbing my nose through her red curly hairs. Then I tasted the juices that had leaked from her, what was left of my inhibitions s broke. I darted my tongue into the heat of her cunt. My nose pushed at her clit as I tongue fucked her. I pulled her against me with one hand while with the other I massaged the flesh between her cunt and asshole. Her hands spread her cunt lips apart and I licked my way to her clit. I flicked gently with my tongue then harder. My mouth closed on it and I sucked it as hard as I could. Sharon was withering against me, grinning her pelvis at my mouth. I bit her clit done too softly and she moaned. I started flicking my tongue up and down on her clit. Sharon went stiff and made a series of grunting sounds. As I felt her cunt start to spasm I jabbed two finger into her slippery cunt. When her spasms quit she took a deep breath and sighed. Then she helped me to my feet and kissed me long and deep, licking her juices from my face. "God that was good, now for a shower" She said.
"What about me? I'm so horny I can't stand it." I pleaded
"Do yourself." She replied.
"I've never done that, please you do me."
She turn and looked at me. "You've never gotten yourself off? I do believe someone has neglected your education." She walked to her locker and took out her purse. From it she took a cloth bag about 10 inches long. "This is a vibrating dildo, this is my phone number" she took a card from her purse.
"Call me about midnight and I'll help you get off. We'll finish your tour Saturday. I've got a date for dinner and you need to get home before it's too late." She kissed me softly and gave my tit a gently squeeze.
Then she headed for the showers. I picked up my blouse and put it on, then bent to pick up my bra, I saw her g-string laying on the floor, with a glance toward the showers I grabbed them. I stuffed the dildo, g-string and bra into my purse and head up the stairs to the bar. On the way out Linda waved me over. "We'll see you Saturday." She pulled me over and whispered, "I didn't notice what nice tits you have, glad to see you took off your bra." I turn red, I couldn't think of a thing to say. I look quickly around then noticed Linda had the erect cock of the guy sitting next to her in her hand under the bar. I stood up straight, my breast brushed her arm and she smiled at me. The guy beside her was no more than 20. I head for the door.
In the car I removed the dildo from it's bag. It was about 8 inches long rubber, and looked like a real cock. I took out Sharon's panties and sniffed them. The scent of her sex was very strong. I put everything back in my purse and headed home. I drove with one hand. With the other I gently fingered the damp crotch of my slacks.
When I got home my folks were watching TV. I told them I had a job linedup as a bartender. Both of them were a little opposed till I told them it was at the Inn Between. My dad said that would be okay cause Linda ran a tight business and looked out for her bartenders.
I went to my room, and lock the door. I started to undress and take another shower. As I peeled down my pants i caught a whiff of my sex juices and decided not to. I turn off the light, got the dildo, and Sharon's G-string. I lay down on my bed and sniffed the G-string, then rubbed my fingers through my pubs inside my panties and sniffed them. The smells were different, but both were definetly sexy. I took the dildo out, it felt like a real cock, only, cold. It smelled faintly of Sharon. I wondered how often she used it.
I dozed off for a second and woke with a start, looked at the clock, it was a little after 11. My twat still had a dull throb. I reached down, the crotch of my panties was still damp. I thought of Sharon, the things she had done to me and made me do to her. I didn't love her, I felt, I don't know, something for her.
Finally it was midnight. I turned on the lamp by my bed and dial the number she had given me. It rang a couple of times before she answared.
She didn't even say hello.
"Are you in your room?" she ask.
"Yes." I replied.
"What do you have on?" she asked next.
"Just my panties."
"Turn on all the lights in the room and open the blinds and curtains." She ordered. I did as I was told, holding the reciever between my cheek and shoulder and carrying the phone. Looking out the window I was glad my room was in the back of the house facing an empty lot instead of in front facing the street. Still it would be easy for someone to see me standing in front of the window in my panties. "Now get someting to blind fold yourself and lay down on the bed. Get my G-string you stole and the dildo. Blinfold yourself." As I followed her orders I felt my nipples harden and my twat start to warm up. Using the belt to my bathrobe I covered my eyes, wrapping it around my head twice. I used the loose ends to tie the phone near my ear.
"Squeeze your tits, push them together. Play with your nipples. Lick your palms and rub them wet across your nipples." My hands moved to her commands, controled by her voice not by my mind. I could feel my breast heat, my nipples hard. " Pull on your nipples." I pulled until I moan in pain and lust. "Stop! Smell my G-string. Think of my cunt, how you licked it, how it tasted. Now lick my dildo, does it taste like me? Imagine it's RC's cock fresh from my cunt waiting for you to suck it. Lick it up and down the shaft, suck just the head into your mouth. Flick your tongue across the head, pump the head in and out of your mouth. Now suck in as much as you can, think of RC's cock sliding in and out of your mouth." My cunt was dripping, the crotch of my panties was soaked, I could feel my juices oozing down my ass. "Take it out of your mouth. Spread your legs. Now touch yourself through your panties, lightly, just with your finger tips. Run your hands down the inside of your legs, bring them back up running just your nails over the skin." The muscles in my legs twitched, my hips started rocking on their own, heat spread from my sex over my whole body. "Cover your cunt with one hand, trace your slit with one finger, press the palm against your bush rub it againt your clit. Poke your painties as far as you can into your cunt. Are you wet? tell me how it feels."
"Yes I'm wet, my panties are sopped. It feels so good."
"What feels good!"
"My finger."
"What's your finger doing!"
"It's playing with me."
"Be more graphic or I hang up you little cunt."
"I'm fingering my cunt through my panties, I'm so horny, it feels so good. My clit is throbbing, my cunt is gribbing my finger. I want sometihing bigger, deeper in my cunt, I want to cum."
"That better, you really want to be a slut don't you?"
"Yes oh yes."
"Good cause that's what you are. Now bring your hand up and lick it clean. Suck are your juices off it. Tell me how it tastes."
"It tastes like you almost, like sex."
"Use your other hand now. Pull your panties up into your slit so you can touch the lips on either side with your fingers. Now rub you middle finger over your clit, down your slit, to your asshole. Rub your asshole gently, think of RC's finger up your ass, how it made you cum. Rub you finger back and forth from your clit to your asshole and tell me how it feels, what's going though your mind."
"I'm burning, my cunt and ass are on fire, my finger feels good, I wish it was a tongue or a cock, I want to be fucked, or licked, I just want to cum."
"Take off your panties. Pull your cunt open as wide as you can, use the index finger of each hand to trace your slit. Imagine your showing your cunt to RC, show him how pink and wet it is. Push a finger in, fuck yourself, use two fingers. Rub your little asshole with the other hand, sho him he can fuck it too." For an instant my mind went to the lights being on and the open curtains, I didn't care. Maybe somebody was watching, the thought set a spark through my clit, someone in the dark watching, seeing the slut putting on a show. "Talk cunt."
"I hope somebody is watching, I hope RC is watching, seeing how much of a slut I can be. He can fuck me, my cunt, my ass, my mouth anything he wants."
"What about me bitch, what if I want you?"
"Anything, I want to suck your nipples, lick your cunt, have you lick me, anything you want."
"Just like a little bitch in heat. Pull your legs up till the touch your chest." I could feel the hot points of my nipples against my thighs. The pressure sqashed my tits, it felt good. "Rub my dildo up and down your slit. Get it good and wet. Push it in your cunt, slowly, all the way in. Now pull it out, in again, out, slowly." My whole body twitch and jerk as I slowly fuck myself. "Push it all the way in, roll over. Up on your elbows and knees, rub your nipples back and forth on the bed. rest your head on the pillow so you can use your hands. Fuck your cunt with my dildo, imagine it's me doing it. Fuck your asshlole with your finger, feel the dildo sliding in out of your cunt as you finger fuck your asshole. Turn on the dildo."
"How?"
"There's a switch on the bottom cunt." I found the switch and pushed, the vibrations jolted through my cunt, I buried my face in my pillow to muffle my gasp and moans. My whole body jerked and rippled as I came and came.
My body was covered in sweat, my finger was still in my asshole the dildo lay buzzing on the bed between my legs, the blind fold had slid up off my eyes. I rolled over on my side, there at the window was the blur of a face, then it was gone. I jumped off the bed and turn off the light. I crouched down and crawled over to the window no one was there. I crawled back to the bed and picked up the phone, the line was dead. I turned off the vibrator and put it in my purse, picked up my panties and started to put them in the hamper, then had another idea and put then in my purse also. Picking up Sharon's G-string I crawled into bed.
I fell asleep sniffing her scent and stroking my slit.
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