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First Anniversary,  
 
    I like to think of myself as urbane, and I like to think of Chicago as the
ultimate urbane city.  It really is just the way it looks in movies.  Slick.
Clean.  Great architecture.  Lots of live music if you know where to look.  But
I also like to daydream too much.  I was at my favorite Japanese steakhouse,
thinking about how good the city looked at night.  Fortunately my girlfriend
didn't notice.  She just sat there on the right side of the secluded
booth...nibbling at nigiri sushi, lesbian sex.
    The last time we were here was a year ago, after we first met.  And just like
the first time, our booth was very out of the way.  A little darker and cozier
than the rest, the low cushions lining the side and back walls just a bit more
plush.  I sat in the center, my attention less focused on my own food than how
she enjoyed hers...the chopsticks sliding over her lips, lesbian porn, the demure way she
dabbed them dry.  I never understood why she was so dainty about food or
anything else, as Michelle is nearly eight inches taller than me and quite the
soft butch.  Well, tall or not, she's cute when she's eating.
    My food was lukewarm (as opposed to being properly chilly), and I had lost
interest in it some time before.  I just watched her eating, savoring the rice
and sake.  And her lips...they've always been very full, and red, lesbian teen, even without
makeup.
    Instead of letting her use the napkin, I leaned in for a kiss, licking the
sweet liquor from her lips.  She paused, setting down her cup; accepting my
lips, and then my tongue, and then returning my interest with her own.  Her
right hand caressed my face, but her left...there were fingers.  Soft ones.
And they were up my skirt.  Michelle keeps her fingernails manicured and
painted silver, but short, free lesbian porn.  For me.
    I couldn't even feel her nails inside me, only firm, insistent flesh.  And
her thumb pressing my clitoris.  My panties she had pulled aside, and now she
got to the point.  She pulled my panties down to just above the hem of my
skirt...her right hand still on my face, she stopped kissing me.  She looked me
straight in the eyes, as a predator might taunt its next meal, kissing lesbian, and was no
longer simply touching.  Her fingers began sliding in and out as she
unashamedly, unabashedly began to masturbate me.
    I stared into her eyes in disbelief.  We were in public.  And she was so
matter-of-fact...she didn't care where we were.  Part of me wondered who would
walk past the booth, but there had been no traffic in 15 minutes.  I let go,
kicking my heels off and sinking my head onto her shoulder.  For a few moments
she kissed my face...and surprised me again.  She took her right hand from my
face and went back to eating her food and drinking her wine, hot lesbian.  Her left hand
didn't miss a beat.  Consistently, laboriously, she began to press against my
G-spot.
    She kept her thumb on my clitoris, stroking it up and down, massaging my clit
with my own sheath.  I turned my head, still on her shoulder, to face her.  To
look at her expression, you'd think she was just enjoying a regular meal.  Her
face was...not just blank.  Smug.  Sinister.  This diabolical bitch was going
to make me spill all over her hand without breaking a sweat.  God, lesbian orgy, yes.  I
wasn't ashamed.  Not at being masturbated in public, not for lubricating all
over these fine cushions.  If I was a slut, I was her slut.  I held onto her
shoulder with my right hand, my left around her waist.
    I buried my face in her shoulder, finally free and able to simply enjoy her
ministrations to my sex.  Her smooth, round fingertips sensed me tightening, girl lesbian,
and pressed upward, the pressure on my G-spot so insistent I thought I might be
lifted off my seat.  For her part, she remained deadpan, almost clinical.
Simultaneously, she intensified her stimulation of my clitoris, and took
another sip of wine.  I was sobbing, ready to scream, and this was just child's
play to her.  She looked in my eyes (which had widened to the size of saucers),
smiled, and went back to her sushi just as my body started heating up, first her lesbian sex.  My
pussy was on fire, I was afraid that when I came I would crush her hand.
    I quickly forgot that concern.  Her hand's every motion startled me with both
its gentleness and its strength.  Her hand, only a few fingers of it really,
had tamed my sex, mastered it.  While the other nonchalantly stuffed her face.
The heat in my pelvis began to toast the rest of my body, and seemingly the
whole room...I managed to relax my muscles, knowing that release was
imminent, amateur lesbian...
    And it was.  My toes curled and my hand spasmed around her arm as the first
shuddering waves of tight hot sweetness came.  She inserted more of her
fingers' length, more warm flesh for my pussy to hold onto as it lost
control.  I was soaking wet, spilling more than enough juice onto her fingers
to let her slide against my G-spot.  She combined this with alternately rubbing
the shaft of my clitoris and the exposed tip, lesbian young.  I squeezed her forearm between
my thighs, gasping, trying not to make a sound as my body betrayed me...
    As the orgasm finally began to subside, she finally turned from the meal.  She
looked at me with the amused expression of a cat owner seeing her pussy chase
its tail.
    "You see what I can do to you?  Imagine if I'd had both hands free.  Now I
think you've been finished with your meal for some time, and I've finished
mine.  So...I think you should put yourself back together, wipe your juice from
your thighs, and I'll take you home so you can see what happens when I'm really
imaginative."
    I hadn't been to her place in some time, probably a few weeks.  She had been
telling me off and on about some remodeling she'd done to her apartment.
Nothing major, just new furniture and things.  Not that her apartment really
needed improvements.  The Lake Point Towers in downtown Chicago were already
pristine.  For eight grand a month, hers certainly had better be.  But I was
still interested in the changes.  These thoughts were not absent from my mind
as I collected myself, lesbian sexy.
    I had no idea silk napkins were so absorbent.  Or at least they felt like silk
as they cleaned my inner thighs off.  She had stepped out of the booth to pay
our bill at the maitre'd's desk, while I cleaned my vulva and pulled up my
panties.  Finally she parted the curtains and stuck her head back in, lesbian pussy.
 
    "Ready to go?"
 
    I replied in the affirmative, slowly finding the composure to stand and smooth
my skirt.  As I stepped out of the booth, I felt as if my forehead had "slut"
written across it.  I held onto Michelle and she held onto me as I
half-stumbled to the car.  I guess it doesn't take alcohol to get me drunk.
Fortunately there were no excessively odd stares from the patrons, although God
knows what the waiter found when he got back to our booth.
    Finally we got to her sedan, and she set me in the passenger seat.  I watched
her as she walked around the front to the driver's side.  She moved like a
predator, like a tigress protecting her cubs, even in something so mundane as
taking me home for more desperate fucking, lesbian naked.  All of the fifteen minutes it took
to drive to her place, I was squirming in my seat.  Half from the residual heat
in my pelvis, and half from what I suspected would be done to me when we
arrived at her place.  Which after what seemed like ages, we did.  I stood
close to her in the elevator, nuzzling her arm like I'd never been out in the
world before.
    I hadn't.  Not with my pussy threatening to drip onto my shoes, at least.  We
got to her floor, and she led me to her apartment.  At first, I couldn't point
to any specific changes.  The living room looked the same.  Maybe the kitchen?
No, that was the same, olive oil bottles and everything.
    I asked about the remodeling, and she innocently replied..."Oh, all of the
remodeling was in the bedroom, sweetie."  I've got rather pale skin, but I'm
sure I turned even whiter when she said this.  I didn't even ask, I just let
her lead me into the bedroom...and was presented with a sight that made my
heart leap into my throat.  This was no longer a bedroom, fucking lesbian.  This was, however
soft and plush, nothing less than a sex dungeon.  The king size bed was still
present, still centered to take full advantage of the breathtaking view of
downtown Chicago.  But the sheets were now black satin, and the pillows dark
red chenille, apparently inspired by my suggestions a few weeks earlier.
    To the head and foot boards were tied two sets of fur-lined leather
cuffs...for wrists and ankles.  On the wall next to the bed hung various and
sundry toys.  And set in the middle of the bed was some sort of...seat, lesbian orgasm.  It was
elevated slightly, and affixed to the sides of the bed by thick metal rods.
Michelle tossed me over one shoulder and carried me to the bed, setting me
down.
    She removed her clothes for me, letting me drink in the sight of her as my
thighs involuntarily held my forearms to my glowing vulva.  Her breasts, larger
than mine.  Her hips, wider.  Her pubic hair thick and luxurious, trimmed only
near the center to allow easy access.  Once she was nude she stood me up and
began to undress me.  My shirt, my slightly damp bra.  Her height placed her
breasts almost at eye level for me.  She knew I loved her breasts, and moved
closer, just close enough that they were almost touching my face.  She slid
down as she slid my panties down with her.  She lifted each foot out of them,
tossed them aside, and as she stood back up, she licked me, lesbian nude.
    Her tongue started at my clitoris, slowly trailing upward.  My tummy, my
breastbone, until she arrived at my lips.  She paused there, kissing me with
the taste of my own need on her lips.  She took my bottom in her hands, and
lifted me onto the bed.  We began to make out, her hands gently caressing my
breasts as she kneeled on the floor in front of me, my own small hands on her
shoulders.
    After drinking in each other's lips for several minutes, she took me in her
arms, moving me farther up onto the bed.  Finally I arrived with my bottom on
the strange cushion fixed in the center of the bed.  It was molded to support
my bottom and lower back.  And there were restraints I hadn't noticed before.
They were wide strips of soft fabric, designed to fold over my legs as I sat in
the cushion.  A third such strap was under my waist.  It was wider, and
slightly tapered like a corset.
 
    She looked me in the eyes.  "What's our safe word?"
 
    "California."
 
    "Okay."
 
    First she affixed my waist with the corset.  This centered my bottom on the
cushion.  It was snug, but soft, and supported my back comfortably, lesbian story.  The straps
at my thighs, when she secured them, held my thighs open at about a 45 degree
angle.  Just enough to fully expose my genitals.  My pelvis was completely
immobile, elevated, and I couldn't close my thighs.  Fortunately she had placed
a huge towel under the seat, knowing how leaky my body would get.  Of course, I
could reach down and fumble the straps and corset open if necessary.  She fixed
this rather quickly, as I felt the fur-lined cuffs being secured around my
wrists and ankles.  Only when I was comfortably restrained spread-eagle on the
bed did I notice the mirror on the ceiling, lesbian licking.
    I watched myself strain against the bonds to no avail.  I couldn't move my
thighs a single degree closer together to cover my private parts, and I
couldn't move my pelvis an inch.  Mercifully, she didn't start with my exposed
genitals.  She left me lying there, the warm air brushing my skin, and went to
get something.  Restrained as I was, I couldn't turn very far to see her.
    She came back to the satin bed with a set of two small plastic cups connected
to flexible tubes.  She generously licked my left nipple and areola, coating
them in her mouth's wetness, and set the cup upside down on my small breast.
Looking into my eyes as she moved to the other breast, she repeated the process
with my right nipple.  The tubes leading from them she then connected to
something under the nightstand I couldn't see, first lesbian time.  I heard a low humming sound,
and the soft rubber edges of the cups pressed into my breasts as the cups began
sucking my nipples.  The device under the nightstand must have been a breast
pump.  We had been experimenting with making me lactate, by various hormones
and massage techniques.
    Some months before it had started to pay off, as I began to lactate whenever I
was sufficiently aroused.  I could feel my milk leaking through my erect
nipples as the pump did its work.  Michelle helped the process by gently
rubbing warm cherry-scented oil into my breasts around the edges of the nipple
cups.  As she did this she gently kissed my lips.  "Are you okay?"  I nodded,
trying to arch my back as my breasts began to throb with pleasure...
    The pleasure from my breasts radiated to my genitals, but I could not rub my
thighs together to stimulate myself.  I tried to look down, lesbian sex story, and Michelle
realized I needed something done to my pussy.  She moved her right hand from my
breast down to my swollen vulva, not focusing on any one part, but cupping my
sex.  She firmly pressed the palm of her hand into my genitals, giving me a
surface to press back against as I closed my eyes and let go.
     Keeping her hand there, she stretched to turn off the breast pump.  She
removed first one nipple cup, then the other, tossing the plastic cups off to
the side of the bed.  I continued leaking milk, the thin smooth white nectar
streaming down the sides of my breasts, as much as was possible on my back.  As
she drank from my breasts, she began gently to massage my labia.  For a moment,
she brought her hand back up, soaking it in my milk before returning it to my
pussy.  Her masturbation of me continued...slow, gentle, pleasurable but mild.
She wasn't going to make me orgasm too soon.  I moaned in gratitude as she
relaxed my body and mind, licking the milk from my chest and whispering her
love.
    Once I was lubricating freely, unable to contain my moaning, she moved from
the bed...I heard her getting something, lesbian love, but  I didn't see what.  When she came
back, in her hand was a thick silver vibrator.  She turned it on by twisting
the bottom end, but I could not quite make out any sound coming from it.  But
when she brought the smooth, warmed, tapered end to my leaking nipple, I knew
it was working.  Slowly she dragged the milk-dipped vibrator down my body.  Its
vibrations pleasured first my small breast...then my tummy...finally she began
teasing my clitoris.
    My body was screaming for more, but I couldn't move at all.  I needed
desperately to press my clitoris against the vibrator, or at least to feel it
inside me.  But my clitoris's only steady comfort was the warm air, punctuated
by intermittent kisses from the vibrator.  I began sobbing, and finally she
relented and gave me what I needed.  I was slowly, gently filled by the
vibrator, and she slid back up to kiss my lips before moving back down.
    Once there she began to massage my labia with her fingers as she sucked my
clitoris.  My genitals felt raw, hypersensitive, free lesbian sex.  Every touch was extremely
intense, but she knew how to stimulate me just enough to avoid causing me pain.
 As she sensed I was close to orgasm, she took her tongue from my clitoris and
left me with only the vibrator and her fingers on my labia.  She changed
techniques on my labia, using them to stretch the skin leading to my hood.  My
clitoris couldn't feel anything directly, only the pressure and stretching near
it.  I would not be able to orgasm without her tending to my clit.
    My body was ready, my vagina lubricating openly, but she would not take care
of my clitoris.  She angled the vibrator upwards, pressing against my
G-spot...and I could just feel the vibrations in my clit.  This would not let
me come, but I was getting closer.  Just as my insides began to heat up, she
began sliding the vibrator in and out.  A plateau was coming, but not an
orgasm...I began to actively grip the vibrator.  I began crying out amid the
intensifying pleasure...and she delivered the coup de grace.  She gently pulled
back my hood, squeezed the shaft of my clitoris...and slowly dragged the length
of her wet soft warm tongue directly across the exposed tip.
    My pelvis exploded.  My pussy went from simply being warm and twitchy to
convulsing uncontrollably.  I began screaming, and she quickly undid the straps
on my thighs so that I could press them together.  As my legs wrapped around my
spasming genitals, she undid the wrist cuffs...and finally I was able to hold
my pussy and ride out the convulsions.  She opened the corset, letting me sit
up, and sat behind me...she took my hands away from my private parts, replacing
them with her own and expertly stroking me to prolong the orgasm.  Her fingers,
longer and more skilled than my own, made my softest flesh throb in ways I
never could on my own, pulsing and quivering, the pleasure intensifying in ways
I couldn't fathom despite having experienced her love before, fisting lesbian.  It was almost
frightening, beyond my understanding, but a perfect vindication of the trust I
placed in Michelle every time I exposed myself for her and confessed my need.
She owned me.  I needed her to own me, needed to be her plaything, her pet.
Her domination of me meant bliss, meant safety, meant satisfaction.
    Finally I collapsed in her arms, smiling, coughing, my body spent, unable to
lactate or lubricate any more.  She leaned over to disconnect the cushion, and
swung it off the bed.  It was followed by the milk and lube soaked towel.  She
had another towel ready, and used it to wipe the sweat from my forehead and the
juice from my pussy.  As I snuggled up to her, pressing my back against her
breasts, she pulled the heavy comforter from its folded position at the foot of
the bed and wrapped us in it.  And we lay there, her hand cupping my swollen
vulva with the soft towel, until I fell asleep in her arms.

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The Dress Shoppe

 I was visiting Montreal, Canada for the first time in a long time and decided to do some window shopping on St. Catharine Street, before I headed back to the hotel. Walking and looking in the store windows I saw this quaint little shop with some Summer prints in the window. Now usually I can't buy anything off the rack because it always needs to be let out in the bust, so I usually wear just tops and pants, but I decided to give it a try.

Opening the door I was greeted by a little bell announcing my arrival and welcomed by a striking lady, who I assumed to be the owner, while another lady sat in a chair nearby. With a smile she welcomed me in French, and I replied in English that I was interested in the prints in the window.

Looking me up and down, she asked "a size 4?" "No" I replied, "I'm a size 6". "Follow me" she said, as we headed to the back and the changing rooms. Upon entering the room I noticed it was nothing like the changing rooms I was used to. It had lamps and a small sofa, which gave it a continental touch.

She motioned to me to remove my clothes so that she could get the correct measurements, and when she saw that I was braless, she remarked "no bra? Oh but you need the support. That is a D cup, no?" "No" I replied "a C cup", as I tried to explain that I had been hours on a flight and the straps were hurting my shoulders. As she proceeded to take my hip and waist measurements, I couldn't help notice that her eyes kept returning to my breasts, but my gaydar radar didn't tell me she was a lesbian, and I can usually tell because I'm a lesbian.

As she stood behind me to measure my bust she took the measurements, and then cupped my breasts to show me, or so I thought, how I needed support. I felt the slightest pressure between her thumb and forefinger on my nipples, and instantly they got rock hard. I could see our reflection in the huge mirror. There she was standing behind me with her hands on my breasts and I was loving it.

As she moved her head closer to my ear, she whispered in her cute French accent, "you like that, no, Cheri?" I whispered back "yes" but looking toward the door, I started to question about her friend, to which she whispered "no fear", and dropped one hand to creep under the elastic of my bikini panties to feel my soaking lesbian pussy.

As I parted my legs I felt her finger explore the very core of my womanhood, as her other fingers continued to roll and pull my rockhard nipple, and her mouth was on my ear. Her tongue licking lesbian every crevice, as she finger fucked me in front of that huge mirror. "Cum for me Cheri, and then I want to taste you" she whispered.

My mind was a flurry of thoughts. Here I was in an almost strange city. In a dress shop I had never been in and with a lesbian woman I had only met minutes before, who was finger fucking me in front of a huge mirror, but my thoughts were interrupted as I felt the tingle build until there was no turning back, and the floodgates opened with a massive orgasm.

She could feel my pussy contract and my body going stiff as my pussy honey poured out, and I moaned, biting my lip to try and not make noise.

Whispering in my ear she said "yes Cheri, good Cheri, and now I taste you Cheri." With the quickest of movements she pulled down my panties and stepping out of them she led me to the sofa.

Kneeling in front me she lifted my legs over her shoulders, and took a deep breath of my fragrance, before touching my lesbian pussy with her tongue, and softly licked like a kitten. Exploring my delicate folds with her tongue, and pulling my pussy lips with her lips, before parting my pussy lips with her thumbs so she could lick my inner lips.

Watching her with her mouth on my lesbian pussy was the hottest thing I think I've ever experienced and I cupped my breasts with my hands and pulled and pinched my nipples, as I squirmed on the sofa. Her kittenish tongue plunged deep in my pussy and she licked and probed my pussy walls.

I noticed her taking one hand and putting it between her legs so she could finger her own hot pussy, and with her other hand she patted my swollen lesbian clit as she tongue fucked me.

It was as if I was having an out of body experience, as I saw these two women enjoying each other, when I noticed the door open just a crack, and then close again. Moments later the door opened again and the lady that was sitting in the chair was standing there totally naked lesbian with a huge black strappon protruding out in front of her.

Giving me a smile, as if to question if it was alright, I smiled back to signal it was, and she knelt behind the shop owner who was busily licking my hot pussy. Hiking up the woman's skirt from behind she did something I assumed was lubing up the dildo, then I saw her hips push forward abruptly and the dildo disappeared.

I was having unadulterated sex with 2 total strangers and loving every minute. Little orgasms were happening to me, almost one after the other, but I knew it wouldn't take much to have the big one. The tingle was building stronger, from the tip of my toes up towards my hot lesbian wet pussy, and I tried lifting my hips to get my pussy closer to her mouth.

I had brief thoughts that I was going to ruin this lady's sofa because I gush when I cum strong, but my thoughts went away as the lady who was licking me moaned loudly into my pussy as she came, and that was all it took. Screaming "I'm cumming", my body tensed up as the most wonderful feeling in the world swept over me. Wave after wave it hit me, until I collapsed in a heap on the sofa, watching the lesbian woman with the dildo fucking until she had hers.

"Ze dress will be ready tomorrow Cheri" the lady said as I prepared to leave, and with the little French I knew I said "merci".

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"Brenda & Sarah"

As a guy I have always dreamed of watching two women together, and when it finally happened, it was better than anything I could have imagined.

Brenda was a 23 year old brunette lesbian that lived next door to me and my girlfriend. My girlfriend, Sarah, is 21, brunette, and has a killer slender figure. Brenda used to have at least 3 to 4 girls over to her place every week and I used to whack off at the thought of what she might be doing with those lesbian girls. I didn't think that Sarah was even interested in anything bi-sexual until she caught me masturbating with my ear against the wall that adjoins Brenda's apartment bedroom. I confessed everything, and she told me that she wouldn't mind 'doing it' with Brenda.

The next day when Brenda left her apartment with a laundry basket full of clothes, Sarah and I followed her with our own basket of dirty clothes. At the laundry-mat we started our laundry as if everything was normal and then I took out my Nikon camera, the one I used while on the high school year book staff, and started taking lesbian pictures of my girlfriend. I suggested that Sarah give me a breast shot and she gave a shy look at Brenda as if to say 'is it okay?'

 Brenda watched as I took pictures of a partially nude Sarah and then finally said 'Can I join in?' She joined Sarah and started lesbian kissing her deeply. Sarah then started to unzip Brenda's jeans and I couldn't believe my luck. Sarah completely undressed lesbian Brenda, and Brenda took off Sarah's pants and then proceeded to go down on her. Sarah climaxed in no time and then she returned the favor to Brenda. I asked to join in and Brenda told me that she doesn't screw men but she would like to watch me fuck lesbian Sarah... and she did just that.

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I don't know, but for some reason I always felt different.  The other girls in my
class were all starting to go boy-crazy and I just didn't get it.  I dated a
little, kissing, getting felt up, but it never really seemed to be as interesting
as the other girls made it out to be.  It wasn't as if the boys weren't
interested in me.  I have dark red hair and a fair complexion.  The boys all
considered me pretty, even though I thought my breasts were still too small and
my butt too big.
 
But still, I just never found boys all that interesting.  I had guy friends, it
wasn't like I didn't like guys, but I just didn't like them the way all my female
friends semed to.  I started to worry that I might be gay.  I knew that there
were a lot of people in my small town who disapproved of homosexuality.  And I
was raised to think that it was wrong to like somebody your own gender, that way.
 So when I started to find myself attracted to the other girls in my class, I got
very worried.  I became depressed and moody and started to shut myself off from
my friends.
 
One day, after gym class, I was changing in the locker room and noticed Terry. 
She was very tall, almost six foot.  She had flowing dark brown hair halfway down
her arched back and a trim, athletic build.  I couldn't keep my eyes off her. 
She had just started school here, she had moved in from Colorado.  She was
lovely.  At night, when I couldn't control myself any longer, and started to
touch myself, it was her angelic face that was in my mind's eye.
 
It didn't take long for me to develop a giant crush on Terry.  I was thinking
about her day and night.  But I was so ashamed, I kept it to myself, withdrew
even further into myself.  My parents made me see a psychiatrist and what few
friends I still had were very worried about me.
 
I started to feel more and more ashamed of myself.  I caught myself staring at
the other girls in the locker room almost on a regular basis.  And in the shower,
I'd watch them soaping up their bodies and rinsing themselves in the hot, steamy
water.  There was a shower stall that was around a corner and you couldn't see
into and I'd sneak off in there and put my fingers on my hot little lesbian pussy and
masturbate furiously and try to squelch my moans.  I always tried to not get
caught.  But I was worried that sooner or later, one of them would catch me.
 
Then, something happened.  It was after shcool.  It was two days until Christmas
vacation and things were slowing down.  Most of the kids were vacationing with
their parents early and school was almost deserted.  I went to get my stuff out
of my locker before leaving. When I opened it, a note fell out.  I looked around
before I picked it up.  I opened it and read what it said, "I saw you.  I know."
 
It felt like I had been hit in the stomach.  I felt sick and ran to the girls
room to throw up.  I tried to regain my composure, but every time I thought I was
just about calmed down again, I'd start to cry or shake.  I was at least thankful
that I had the bathroom to myself. The next day, I faked sick so I wouldn't have
to got to school and face it.  Since my parents were at work and my sister and
brothers were all at school, I was alone in the house.  I couldn't make up my
mind if it was a good thing or not.  I was alone, but that left me with no
distractions.  I worried all day and then I started to cry again.  I ran to my
room and put my face into my pillows to keep from beig heard should anybody come
home early.  Who was it that had seen me?  What would they do?  They'd probably
get their friends together and beat me up.  Or report me to the guidance
counselor, who'd probably tell my parents.  They already had me going to
thearapy, they'd probably send me to a nuthouse if they knew I was looking at the
other girls in the showers.
 
All through Christmas vacation, I worried about it.  I was a wreck and my parents
were loosing patience with me.  They were not tolerent in any sense of the word. 
They wanted me to straighten up and start acting like a normal sixteen-year-old. 
And I could hardly get out of bed in the morning.
 
Finally, vacation ended and I had to go back to school.  I went through the first
three classes constantly worried.  I was a nervous wreck.  I couldn't pay
attention and got yelled at by two teachers, which made it even worse.  I tried
to keep my eyes to myself, but eventually, I started looking around, to see if
anybody was looking at me.  I knew in my head that they  were all watching me,
the little dyke.  They were all looking for some oppurtunity to do whatever it
was they were planning to do.  But whenever I looked around, I didn't see
anything unusual.  Just a bunch of teenagers annoyed at being back at school
after a vacation.
 
Then it was time for fourth period, gym class.  On my way, I was so nervous I
stopped in the bathroom to try to calm down.  But it didn't help any.  In the
locker room, I kept my eyes to myself and didn't do anything that I thought might
make me look suspicious, but I was still worried.  After the class was over, I
avoided going into the locker room until the other girls had left.  Lunch was
next, so I didn't have to worry about missing class.  I was starting to think
that maybe it was just some kind of practical joke.  Just somebody messing with
my head and that I was just reading too much into it.
 
I was changing at my locker.  I was wearing nothing other than a pair of cotton
panties when somebody came up from behind me and slipped a blindfold around my
eyes.
 
"Shh.  Don't say anything."  It was a calm voice, but I didn't know it off hand. 
She tied the blindfold around me.  I started to turn and she said, "No, stay
still, Molly."  Then I felt soft, warm hands reaching around me.  They were so
hot, and I was so frightened, I thought my body would melt under her touch.  They
slowly moved up my body and to my small breasts, cupping them and pinching my
nipples very gently.  Through my fright, I barely heard a very soft moan and
realized it was my voice.
 
She started to kiss me softly.  First on my shoulders and neck, then she tilted
my head to her and took my lips to her mouth.  I was shuddering and terrified,
but I could feel my panties getting damp.
 
"Don't cry.  Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of, Molly.  I saw you
looking at me, at all the girls.  I knew what you were doing in the shower and
every time I'd finger my lesbian pussy late at night, I thought about you doing it. 
About you looking at the girls, at me, and touching yourself, putting your hands
inside those pubes of yours. You know, I love redheads...  I thought about you
stroking your clit and how much I wanted to suck your nipples and put my tongue
inside you, taste you and make you cum hard.  About what I'd do to you if I ever
got the chance.  And then I decided to make my own oppurtunity. So I put the note
in your locker.  I was hoping I'd get to see you the next day, but you didn't
come to school.  I masturbated for hours that night, thinking about you..."
 
Finally, I spoke,  "W-w-who are you?  Tell me."
 
"No.  Not yet anyway."  There was a faint hint of a giggle when she said it and
again I felt her hands on my body, pulling me closer to her.  God!  She felt so
hot!  She pressed her body up against my back and started running her hands up
and down me very, very slowly.  She was still clothed, but I could feel the heat
coming off her, it wasn't just my fright, which was now almost gone.  It was her,
she radiated heat.  Her whole body.  I couldn't belive she could keep from
bursting into flames.  It seemed to come off her in waves, nearly searing my
naked flesh.  Again, she kissed me.  Her mouth was like velvet and even hotter
than her body.  Gently, she probbed my mouth with her tongue.  It moved into my
mouth and began to caress my own.  I could feel the liquid heat between my legs. 
Like just before I would cum when I fingered myself.  Except it was hotter.  It
was more intense than anything I had ever felt.  The girl kept kissing me, deeper
and more passionatly.  She had the back of my head in her hand and was running
her fingers through my hair.  Then all, of a sudden, I felt a little pulling
sensation, almost imperceptable.  I heard a soft click. By the time I had gotten
the blindfold off, she was gone.  She had taken a lock of my hair.
 
I was going to get my clothes on and try to find her, but I realized I had other,
more pressing matters to attend to first.  My white panties were soaked with the
juice from my lesbian pussy.  I was hot and needed a release.  I went to the showers and
found my favorite stall.  I stripped my panties off and started the water.  I
took a second to sniff my panties before I got in the hot water and couldn't
believe it.  They were stronger than ever and were soaked clean through.  I
stepped into the steaming water and put my hands at my little lesbian pussy immediately. 
I rubbed my clit like a madwoman, my other hand plunging its fingers deep inside
before I even realized that I was doing it. My insides were clutching at my hand
and I felt something start in my belly.  It was a second or two before I realized
that it was an oragasm.  I had cum before, but nothing like this.  It seemed to
wash over me and melt my entire body in waves of pleasure.  I felt like I was
drowning in a warm sea of it.  I rode it out and stifled my cries by shoving my
mouth against my shoulder while my hands kept violating my own body.  Finally, it
happened, the oragasm came and I collapsed onto the tiles, my lesbian pussy still
grasping obscenely at the two fingers left inside.
 
Needless to say, the rest of the day, I was much more relaxed.
 
 
 
A couple of days went by without event.  There were times when I almost convinced
myself it had all just been a dream.  The note, the blindfold, the girl, the
heat, cumming in the shower.  But I had bruises on my knees and arms from falling
in the shower.  And every time I brushed my hair, I could feel that there was a
lock missing.
 
At night, I would bury my hands in my lesbian pussy and my mouth at my shoulder.  Or my
pillow.  Or a stuffed animal.  Or just twist my face up in knots and try to keep
from yelling and crying out loud at the pleasure my hands and dirty thoughts were
giving me.  I no longer cared that what I was doing or thinking was a sin
according to my upbringing.  At church on Sunday, I went through all the motions
and pretended eveything was normal.  But later that day my brother pulled me
aside.
 
"What's up with you Molly?"
 
"What?  What are you talking about?"
 
"You've been acting weird lately.  Even for you."
 
"No I haven't.  And you oughta mind your own business."
 
"I would, but I can hear you crying and moaning at night through the wall.  My
room is right on the other side of that wall, you know. What are you doing in
there?"
 
"Nothing.  Leave me alone."
 
"Oh," He said with a look of realization coming across his face.  "You better not
let mom or dad catch you, Molly.  They'd finally ship you off to the looney bin
like they should've already."
 
"Fuck you!"
 
He reached to slap me, and then he thought better of it.  Even though my parents
were not too happy with me lately, they'd still take my word over his on
anything.
 
"You just watch yourself."
 
That night, the euphoria I had been in for the last few days was shattered and I
cried myself to sleep, careful not to make any noise at all.  My face was buried
so deep in my pillows I could barely breathe, but I gradually learned not to make
any noise.
 
 
 
Monday, I was back at school.  I went to my locker to get my history book, my
favorite subject.  I opened my locker and there on top of my stuff was another
note, slipped in through the vent slots.  It was written on silky red paper with
black ink.  It was the same writing as the first note.  I instantly felt my
crotch grow damp.
 
I waited until I got home that day and was alone.  I locked the door to my room
and sat on my bed.  I started to read.  Her writing was beautiful.  She was
telling me how beautiful she thought I was and how she dreamed of me and wanted
me so badly.  Nobody had ever said these kind of things to me, never expressed
such warmth or passion towards me and I didn't know what to think.  I had always
felt worthless and ugly and ignored.  And now here was this girl I whose name I
didn't even know.  Whose face I hadn't seen.  And she was telling me how crazy
she was about me.  Something rose up deep inside me, from a very dark place and
told me that this was wrong, that this was a girl and I shouldn't have those
thoughts about a girl.  Then all of a sudden that was pushed away.  Because I
read the next line.
 
She wanted to meet me.  Alone.  Some place private.
 
The next day I found another note with the time and the place.  The woods at the
edge of town.  That Friday night.  That night I held the notes in one hand while
my other hand rubbed and clutched madly at my lesbian pussy.  I smelled the perfume on
the paper and ran its surface over my naked chest and neck and shoved my mouth
hard against my bare, trembling shoulder until my hand finished its work and I
came.  I fell asleep that way, the love letters in one hand, clutched to my small
breasts, the other hand tucked away inside my wet crotch.
 
And that was the way my older sister found me the next day.
 
She was astonished.  She came into my room to wake me up and found me naked, I
had kicked off half my covers in the night.  My hand was between my legs and
there was still a large wet spot on my sheets from what I had done to myself. 
She closed the door quickly behind her.  I turned bright red and almost began
crying until I realized she wasn't mad at me, she was worried.
 
"Molly, what is going on?"
 
"Nothing, I just-"
 
"Save it.  I'm not mad at you and I'm not going to tell mom or dad or anybody. 
I'm just worried about you.  I am your sister, you know."
 
I hid the letters immediately, even though she had seen them.  I still didn't
want her to read them, though.  "I was just uhm, you know."
 
"Yeah, I know," she said with smile.  "And I do it too.  You don't need to feel
embarassed, Molly.  A lot of girls do that.  So what have you got there that's
getting you so hot and bothered?  Love letters?"
 
"Um, yeah, kinda."
 
"Must have been pretty hot.  Who is he?"
 
"No 'he'," I said before I even realized what I had done.
 
"No 'he', huh?  What, is it several guys?  Let me guess, you're dating the whole
basketball team, right?"
 
I blushed and tried to hide my face and not look at my sister.
 
"C'mon, who is he?"
 
"It's not a he," I said.  This time I knew exactly what I was doing. I had to
tell somebody, finally.
 
"C'mon, if it's not a he then-" she broke off, a look of suprise filling her
face.  "Oh my god, it's," now she went to a whisper, "a girl?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Oh god, Molly, a girl?  You're gay?"
 
"Yes.  Don't tell anybody, please.  Mom and dad would kill me.  I-"  I broke off
and started to cry.  The next thing I know, she had her arms around me.
 
"Don't cry, okay?  I won't tell anybody.  How long have you know you were,
y'know, that way?"
 
Through my sniffling, I said, "I don't know.  A long time."
 
"God, Molly.  You kept this to yourself?  No wonder you've been such a wreck."
 
"Yeah, you're the first person I've told."
 
"Well, I guess this girl knows," she said, pointing at the letters behind my
back.  "Who is she?"
 
"I don't know.  She wouldn't tell me her name.  She wants me to meet her tomorrow
night in the woods outside town."
 
"Are you gonna go?"
 
"I don't know."
 
"You ought to, if you like her."
 
"Would you cover for me, with mom and dad?"
 
"Hey, what're big sisters for?"
 
 
 
I kept to myself that day.  Then, at the end of the day, there was note in my
locker again.  Again, I waited till I got home and was alone before I opened it. 
She wrote about how beautiful my I looked in the showers that day.  She said she
could see my body when she closed her eyes, like a ghost in her mind.  She told
me how much she wanted to kiss me again and rub her hands and mouth all over my
naked flesh.  I got up and wozily walked to my door to double-check the lock. 
Then I moved my dresser in front of the door, too.  And hour later, I stumbled
downstairs to dinner, flushed and barely able to walk.  My sister noticed and
gave me a coy smile.  I grinned and went bcak upstairs to do my homework.
 
 
 
Friday, I was nervous again.  Not for the same reasons I had been nervous before.
 this time I was nervous about meeting her and what would happen.  But I was very
happy, too.  My friends noticed it, too. Beth asked me what was going on.  I gave
her the same smile I gave my sister and said, "What, is there some law against a
girl being happy?"
 
Franky spoke up and said, "There is when it's you.  You're always Miss
Doom-and-Gloom."
 
"Fuck you, Franky."
 
"Any time, gorgeous."
 
I laughed and went to history class.
 
 
 
After school, I went home to change.  I put on tight jeans and a flowing blouse. 
No bra.
 
I snuck out under the pretenses of studying with Beth and Franky.  I planned to
study, but it wasn't going to be the Pythagoreum Theorum or even the Civil War
tonight.  Tonight I was going to study biology. The female body, in particular.
 
I went to the spot in the woods she had told me and sat down.  It was almost
sunset.  I sat on a large, flat rock and watched it go down.  I had thought to
bring a flashlight, luckily.  And I know these woods like the back of my hand.  I
used to play here all the time as a little girl.  My black denim jacket wasn't
much protection agains the Pennsylvania winter, though.  I started to get
impatient, and was just about to leave, thinking she had chickened out when I
heard a voice from up in tree, say, "Put the flashlight down, Molly."
 
I did and heard her climbing down fromher perch.  She had been there the whole
time.  She hugged me and she didn't even feel cold at all, even though she had
been out longer than me.  In fact, she felt hot, just like she had in the locker
room.  I still couldn't see her face and I asked her again who she was.
 
"You don't know?"  she asked, a little suprised?
 
"No, you wouldn't tell me."
 
"I thought you knew.  You came all the way out here in the cold and the dark and
you didn't even know who I was?"
 
"Yes.  Please tell me."
 
She took her flashlight out of her coat, pointed it at her face and turned it on.
 It was Terry, the girl from Colorado.  She leaned forward and kissed me again,
that velvet mouth moving over mine with even more passion that before.  I held
her tightly and kissed her back.  I think I had known who she was.  I don't
really know how, but I think I had known.  I think, mostly, I just wanted to look
at her face again before we kissed.  She moved her hands up and down my back as
our tongues danced in each others mouths.  I held her head in my hands, pulling
it towards mine, towards my mouth.  She broke it off.
 
"Come with me.  You'll freeze to death out here."
 
"Where are we going?"
 
"To my house."
 
I was afraid, but I went with her.  She held my hand and told me how beautiful I
looked in the moonlight.  We got to her house.  We went in and she introduced me
to her parents!  I couldn't beleive it.  She introduced me as her new girlfriend!
 And then she took my hand and led me to her room.
 
She led me into her room and we sat on her bed.  She smiled.  We talked for a
little while about school and stuff like that.  She reached over and held my hand
in hers and I thought my heart would jump out of my chest.  It was incredible. 
She went to the kitchen and got some popcorn and grabbed video on her way back
up.  While she was gone, I looked arounnd her room.  She had all the same CD's
and books I did.  It made me grin when I realized that.  It meant, at least to
me, we had something in common other than just a physical attraction.
 
She came back in just as I was going through her bookcase.  "See anything you
like?"  I turned around, a little embarrassed, and she just stood there witha big
smile on her face and a bowl or popcorn in her arm.
 
"Sorry.  Didn't mean to spy or anything."
 
"Why do you think I left you alone?  Silly."
 
She put the tape in her VCR.  It was Empire Stikes Back.  We both made fun of the
same lines and made the same jokes at the screen, then we cracked up about that. 
She cuddled up against me and took my hand in hers and laid her head on my
shoulder as we watched the movie.  That was it.  That galaxy far away was long
forgotten.  We sat through the rest of the movie and I don't think I heard one
line after they landed on Bespin.  My mind was buzzing with thoughts of Terry. 
And here she was, right here with me and she wanted to do the same things.  I
didn't feel like a pervert anymore.  I didn't feel bad about the feelings I was
having, because she was having them, too.
 
I looked into her eyes and moved in and kissed her softly on the lips. This was
it.  This was what I had been waiting for.  She reached behind me and took off my
jacket and we kept kissing, more and more passionately.  She moved her hands
across my back and I did the same thing to her.  I put my hands under her shirt
and ran them slowly up her back.  It felt like it was on fire and she moaned
loudly into my neck as I touched her.
 
She got up off the floor and held her hand out to me.  I reached up and she
helped me up and led me to her bed and we sat down.
 
She untucked my blouse from my jeans and moved her hands up my sides, under my
arms, around my back and then back to bring them to my breasts again.  She rolled
my hard nipples between her thumbs and index fingers and I cried out in spite of
myself.  I was getting wet now, I could feel it seeping out of me.  I kissed
Terry harder and pulled her t-shirt off and took her breasts in my trembling
hands. They were just a little bigger than mine and very firm.  The skin was so
soft and smooth, like the finest porcelin.
 
"Put them in your mouth."
 
As nervous as I was, I couldn't do anything other than put my mouth to her
beautiful breasts.  I took her left nipple to my lips and sucked it like a baby. 
She moaned loudly into the back of my neck and the heat of her moist breath sent
delicious shivers up and down my spine. Her hands were on my back, tracing
delicate lines up and down my spine while I sucked her nipples and licked at the
flesh around them and I was in heaven.
 
She pushed me back and with a wicked smile said, "Your turn."  She slowly
unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it back from my chest.  She bent down and put
that firey mouth on my left nipple and I had to stifle my cries of pleasure into
her flowing, dark mane of hair.  It smelled like rain and strawberries.  I took a
big lungful in while she renewed her attack on my naked chest.  My panties were
soaked again and I could feel a small spot of the denim of my jeans grow damp. 
My breasts were slick and glistenig with her hot saliva, now cooling in the
chilly room.
 
Slowly, she laid me down on her bed and moved over me, kissing her way up from my
waist to my lips, putting her soft hands all over me. Sending her heat through my
skin and into my brain.  My mind was on fire for her.  I could feel the begining
tingles of sweat cropping up on my shivering flesh.  She lifted my arm and began
to lick the sweat from under it.  I moaned and instantly tried to stop myself.
 
She moved up and held my face in her hands and stroked my cheek told me I didn't
have to be quiet.  "My parents know why you're here.  And the door's locked. 
Make all the noise you wa-"
 
I silenced her by grabbing her head and forcing her mouth to mine.  We kissed and
rubbed our naked chests together.  Her whole body was hot. I still couldn't get
over it, the heat coming off of her naked skin. It was the middle of January. 
The room was freezing.  She should be like ice, but she wasn't.  She was so hot
that she was making me sweat underneath her.
 
She pulled back.  She grabbed my belt and said, "I want to taste you, Molly.  I
want to put my tongue inside you."
 
I just lay there for a moment, uncertain what to do next.  Astonished at her
dirty talk.  Then I snapped out of it and smiled and lewdly undid my pants for
her.  Slowly, so slowly I thought my mind would over-heat, she eased my jeans
down my thighs, her soft hands brushing against my now-naked skin on their way
down.  She pulled off my shoes and finished taking my pants off.  She took my
right leg in her hands and took off my sock.  And then she began planting soft,
small kisses on my bare feet.  She began licking my toes and then sucking on
them. I hadn't expected anything like this.  I gasped, my eyes wide.  She looked
down at me and smiled and I knew it was alright and closed my eyes again and let
her work her way up my foot and then up my calf and then my thigh.  She started
to lick my skin when she got to my naked thigh.
 
"God, Molly.  You skin is like milk..."  Terry said in between licks and kisses,
the heat of her mouth and breath going through my skin and into my bloodstream. 
Her hands were under me, on my butt, rubbing and kneeding my flesh through the
thin cotton of my panties.  She kissed down the inside of my left thigh and then
back up and moved between my legs.  She laid my legs down on either side of her
and squirmed under them, so that my ankles rested on her back.  She moved right
up to my crotch and then looked up, right into my eyes.
 
"Molly, I, I've never done this before.  I've went with girls, but it never got
this far."
 
Knowing that she liked dirty talk, I put my fingers to her lips and said, "Shut
up and eat me"
 
She smiled the most wicked smiled I've ever seen and put her head down again,
right between my legs.  Her breath was so hot!  I thought it'd scaled me through
the thin cotton.
 
"You're so wet.  Do you get like this when you play with yourself in the showers?
 Does your lesbian pussy burn and tingle and soak your jeans in class?  Do you play with
it a lot?  I can see those red pubes through your panties.  Pretty-girl panties. 
White cotton turns me on."
 
I couldn't take it any more and I did what I knew she wanted me to do. I reached
down and ran my hand under the waistband of my panties and put my fingers inside
of myself, right there in front of her face.  I moaned softly as my fingers went
into put tender lesbian pussy.  I was on fire, too.  My lesbian pussy walls contracted and
twitched at the invasion. Shivers ran up my spine and I had a tremendous orgasm.
 
Terry reached up, took hold of my hand very gently, and removed it from me.  She
brought it to her mouth and began to lick and suck my dripping fingers, running
her velvet tongue over the soaked palm of my wicked little hand.  She licked me
clean.  Then she put her face between my legs again and started to tongue my
throbbing little clit through the soaked white cotton fabric.  I moaned again as
her mouth explored my crotch.
 
Then she reached up and took hold of the waistband and eased my panties down my
thighs and threw them to the floor.  Then she moved down between my trembling
legs again.  She moved her hand through my soft, red pubic hair and told me how
beautiful it was.  She bent her head down and suddenly took my clitorus in
between her moist lips, setting my mind reeling with the heat of her mouth on my
private parts.  Her tounge and lips were on my skin, my hotest place was being
devoured and I felt like I wass drowning again in pleasure.  Every fiber of my
being was twitching under her delicate touches and kisses and licks.  She nibbled
at my clit and prodded my tight lesbian pussy with her tongue, trying to put it as far
inside my wetness as she could.  I was whimpering and writhing under her.
 
She ate at my twitching lesbian pussy like a starving woman.  She licked and tongued me
for what seemed like an eternity.  She made me cum again adna again.  Every time
was better than the last, my lesbian pussy was now red and sopping wet.  I had soaked the
blankets on Terry's bed with my juices.  She still wasn't done with me though. 
As she ate me again, her hand working on my clutching lesbian pussy, she did something
I'll never forget.  She folded her hand up and slipped it all the way inside me.
My eyes flew open in a mix of suprise, pain and, mostly, pleasure. She looked a
little concerned and started to take her hand out.  I told her I liked it and
begged her to keep it inside me.  I could feel every finger wiggling around
inside my body.  I contracted my muscles around her hand and saw the look of
suprise on her face.  Her tongue had went back to my clit and resumed its nasty
work.  And then it happened.  I came.
 
It was the most incredible experience of my life, that orgasm that Terry gave me
that night.  My eyes flew open again when I realized that what I had mistaken for
some kind of heart attack or something was acually my impending orgasm!  I
thrashed around on Terry's bed and screamed and screamed and screamed.  I let go
all the things that had been on my shoulders for so long.  It all washed away and
when the orgasm had finally subsided, Terry later told me it had been a couple of
minutes, I lay limp and sweaty in a puddle of my own cum in the middle of Terry's
bed.  She looked up from between my legs and deeply into my eyes with that same
angelic look on her face that made me fall in love with her to begin with.  Her
face was slick with my cum.  Her hair was a little matted with her sweat and she
looked more beautiful than anything I had ever seen.  Very gently, she took her
hand out of me.  There was loud slurping noise as it came out and Terry made a
show out of licking it clean.
 
I could barely move, but I wanted to give Terry the same kind of pleasure she had
just given me.  I asked her to sit on my face.  She smiled, stripped off her
pants and her blood-red lace panties.  Then she crawled up on top of me and
lowered her lesbian pussy to my face.  First, I touched it with my fingers and stroked
her clit a little.  She gave a loud whimper and threw her head down.  Her hair
fell all around her lesbian pussy and my face and I was blinded for a few seconds.  I
took in a big whiff from her hair, then she moved her head back up and I took a
tentative sniff at hr crotch.
 
It smelled divine.  There was a musky, sweaty smell to it, but it also smelled
like soap.  She must have showered right before she went into the woods that
night.  Just like I did.  I smiled at the thought of her going out of her way to
please me and then extended my tongue to her silky folds.  I traced my way up her
lips and found her hard clit and began to nibble at it.  She bucked andd moaned
above me and I was a litte worried she was going to crush my head in between her
strong, silky thighs.  But she was very gentle, always.  She reached down and
stroke my hair while I licked her hot lesbian pussy.
 
She came and gushed hot clear juice down on my face and she moaned and clutched
at herself.  My whole face was covered by the time she was done.  I told her to
get up.  My legs were feeling strong enough to stand, if only for a few seconds,
so I laid her down on the bed and moved over her.  I nibbled at her rock-hard
nipples and kisses and licked and carressed her tall, amazon body.  I traced her
tan lines with my fingers and felt her quiver under my touch.  Then I bent down
and kissed her long and deep, tasting my cum on her lips and tongue. I ran my
hands all over her body as we kissed and I put one hand at her lesbian pussy and started
to finger her soft, wet folds.  She moaned into my mouth.  As I kept my fingers
pumping into her grasping, twitching body, I kissed my way back down her body and
softly bit at her nipples.  This set her off and she came again, this time
coating my hand with sticky, gooey warmth.
 
I didn't even bother to clean it off, I just dove face-first into her again.  I
started in on her lesbian pussy ad heard her gasp.  I licked her furiously.  I pretended
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The flesh of her lesbian pussy was so tender and she was so wet.  It was delicious.  It
was salty and musky, like I thought, but I was a little suprised to taste a
slight sweetness flowing out of her.  I lapped it up.  I needed her lesbian pussy.  I
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nostrils and making me wet, too.
 
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in her.  She whimpered that she didn't think she could take it.  That she was
exausted.  I was going to let it drop.  I moved up to kiss her and she stopped
me.  "No, I changed my mind.  Put your hand in me, please.  I want it."
 
I went down back between her long, slender legs and nibbled teasingly at her clit
a little and she started to whimper, so I started to stroke her with my hand.  I
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 Slowly, I moved my hand ever upwards.  Then, before I knew it, my wrist was
engulfed by her swollen lesbian pussy lips.  She gasped for air again and started to buck
under me.  I put one hand on the smoothe skin of her tummy and held her down. 
Then I put my face between her legs again and started to lick her with renewed
fury.  I lapped at her clit and shoved my hand in and out of her.  She was
moaning and wailing as I violated her over and over, she was begging me not to
stop, to fuck her cunnt wit my hand, so I kept on.  Soon, I felt her internal
muscles begin to contract around my probing fingers and clutch at my hand.  Now,
it was so tight inside her, I couldn't get my hand out, so I moved it around
inside her and licked her clit while she thrashed around on the bed, cluthcing my
head and my hair with both hands, shoving my face into her her musky crotch.  She
began to cum and it was and eternity before she had finished.  She thrashed
around so much, I was afraid she hurt one of us.  But I couldn't go anywhere. 
Her strong legs were locked behind my head and wouldn't let go.  And I didn't
want to stop until it was over.  Finally, her orgasm passed and her legs relaxed
and I pulled my hand out of her with a loud slurping pop sound and we both
started to laugh like lunatics.
 
We climbed in under the covers together and she held me in her arms. She was
still twitching a little from her orgasm.
 
"Is it alright if I stay tonight?"
 
"Sure," Tery said.  She carressed my sides and my shoulders and planted a little
kiss on my shoulder.
 
"Your parents know you like girls?"
 
"Sure they do.  And you can say the word lesbian, right?" she said with an easy
smile.
 
"I-i- only told one person.  My sister.  That was just yesterday."
 
"Wow.  You mean you never told anybody else?  Tell me."
 
"Huh?"
 
"Tell me you're a lesbian."
 
"Why?"
 
"You'll know why once you've said it."
 
I thought about it for a moment.  I wasn't sure if I understood, but I knew I was
crazy about Terry and wanted her to like me.  So if that's all it'd take, I
figured what the hell...
 
"I'm a lesbian."  Instantly, I felt something inside me give way. Some protection
that had kept me from being who I was, that had held my real self behind a mask. 
I started to cry and Terry put her arms around me.  I tried to silence myslef, to
be quite like I had learned. Terry wouldn't let me.
 
"Don't hush it up like that.  Let it out, cry if you want."
 
And I did.  I cried and let it out.  That night, in her arms, I told her
everything.  All those things I had been hiding and ashamed of seemed alright
that night in Terry's arms.  I came out a few days later to my parents.  To my
suprise, my dad was very understanding and gave me a big hug and told me he loved
me no matter what.  It was my mom and oldest brother who disowned me.  A rift
developed between my mom and dad.  They divorced and he got custody of me and my
sister and younger brother.  I'm now nineteen and in college.  Terry and I are
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It was 6 A.M. when Kristen hit the showers. She had an 8 o'clock class..... what was it? Anthropology? God, why did she sign up for that subject? Oh well, she needed an easy elective lesbian sex. How else was she going to maintain her busy social schedule? As the hot water beat softly against her supple skin, the fog started to clear from her head and she remembered that she wasn't in her private shower back home.

She lives in a college dormitory now and the showers were all open to each other. "Why don't they provide a little privacy around here?" Oh well, Kristen secretly enjoyed this new lack of privacy anyway. Sometimes she found herself wondering, with a certain sense of excitement, just who would be joining her in the shower each morning. She would cast her eyes shyly to the floor and become very quiet as she struggled to find an excuse to look at her bathing partner.

Just how long do normal women look at each other in the buff? Would anyone suspect anything if her eyes stopped momentarily to appreciate certain portions of the female anatomy? Kristen often worried about this.

After all, she only dated men. She had never been to bed with another woman. She thought of herself as quite heterosexual. And yet?---- Oh God, what was she going to do with these new feelings?

Kristen's troubling thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another shower being turned on. Startled, she glanced across the tiled floor to the shower opposite her. It was little Sally. Actually, little Sally wasn't so little. She was only about 5 feet 1 inches tall, but she had round firm breasts the size of cantaloupes. Kristen and Sally said good morning to each other politely and then looked away.

Kristen reached for her soap and worked up a lather. Her hands went to her own breasts which were quite nice also. She felt aroused, and her nipples were erect. She started to feel embarrassed. She pulled her hands away from these sensitive organs and began to wash her stomach and arms. She dared to sneak another quick look at Sally.

Sally was bent over reaching for her bottle of shampoo on the floor. Her back was turned toward Kristen and the view left nothing to the imagination. Little Sally was wide open. Kristen's soapy hands darted back and forth over her own swollen genitals. She thought, "What am I doing? This is just silly." But the more Kristen thought about Sally's body, and noticed the sexy way she moved, the more turned on she got.

Kristen's embarrassment was beginning to turn to guilt. She wondered what Sally would think of her if she knew how sexually aroused the sight of her nakedness had made her. Oh, how she longed to touch her just once, to press her lips against hers -- hard! To wrap her hands around Sally's gorgeous tits and suck each nipple into her mouth. Would Sally become wet? Would she want more? Or would she tell everyone that Kristen was a freak and that they should keep their doors locked?

Kristen became very frightened by such thoughts. For a moment she lost her sexual desire and retreat into a secret corner of her mind.

Sally abruptly ended such an escape with "Do you have any conditioner?" She was all cheery and wide eyed standing directly in front of Kristen. Her beautiful breasts heaved with a little girlish sigh. Kristen stumbled for words as she handed Sally the bottle of conditioner. "Sure - uh - here you are - uh-." Sally said thanks in the same cheery fashion as before, and gently tweaked Kristen's left nipple, turned and went back to her own shower.

Kristen was totally stunned. 'Why had Sally touched her nipple? What did she mean by it? Was she just joking around or does she entertain some of the same sexual fantasies I do?' Now Kristen was determined to find out if Sally was as sexually aroused as she was.

To hell with what others might find out or think of her. She wanted Sally, now in the worst way and if there was any chance... well, the risk is worth it.

Kristen walked deliberately towards Sally. As she approached, Sally turned and smiled. "Need your conditioner back?" she asked. Kristen hesitantly took the bottle from Sally's hand and as she did her eyes fell upon her breasts. They were so round and firm, and they stood there at attention as if asking to be admired. Kristen's free hand reached for Sally's right breast. She gently cupped it and began tracing circles around it with her fingers not looking at anything but the one breast, hoping that Sally wouldn't strike her hand away.

Sally stiffened a little at first but offered no resistance to Kristen's advances. As she continued to massage Sally's breast with her left hand, Kristen dropped the bottle of conditioner which created any echo-y sound in the shower stall. She brought her right hand to Sally's other breast and squeezed and fondled both... she had admired them for so long.

The touch of Sally's skin was ten times more delicious than she had imagined. Kristen was becoming very aroused and she could feel her whole body beginning to throb with anticipation, her heart has pounding so fast, she could feel her pulse beating in her throat. Vaginal secretions were beginning to flow in abundance and she could feel them trickling down the inside of her left thigh. Kristen let out a deep but barely audible moan as she gloried in the excitement of the moment.

"How is little Sally's pussy doing," she asked, as she reached down with her right hand to caress the dark patch of hair that covered it. Gently she pulled at the curls and then slowly slid her middle finger into Sally's wet pussy. She traced the inner and outer lips with her exploring finger hot lesbian, they were slippery with Sally's excitement. Kristen found her clitoris and began to massage it gently. The excitement she felt was overwhelming. Sally struggled to quiet her screams of delight by burying her face in the crook of Kristen's neck and shoulder.

Periodically Kristen would bring lubrication from Sally's vagina to her clit by inserting her finger a few inches in then out lesbian naked. Sally's knees were beginning to get weak and she was holding on to Kristen very tightly, she whole body was trembling, she felt like she fall.

The water from the shower was drenching both of them and it was making things very slippery. Kristen decided she had better make Sally more comfortable before they both fell and hurt themselves. As she helped Sally to the floor she came face to face with her beautiful snatch. She ventured a taste, allowing her tongue to flick lightly over Sally's moist lips. Kristen marveled at the sweet taste of Sally's deliciously clean sex girl lesbian.

Kristen went wild. She began to suck and lick and mouth every part of Sally's womanhood. Her tongue finally came to rest on Sally's throbbing love nub. As Kristen slowly and methodically licked her love button, Sally was writhing on the floor of the shower in a state of shear ecstasy. Kristen reached up to grasp both of Sally's nipples while she continued to feast on her now very juicy pussy, and as she gently pinched them between her thumb and forefinger, Sally came....

Sally's supple body convulsed with waves of pleasure and she let out a loud moan. Then her body went completely limp and she lay back against the wall with her eyes closed, breathing very hard. The only sound was Sally's breathing and the water running first her lesbian sex.

Kristen felt very pleased with herself as she looked at the gentle contented smile on Sally's face. Then Kristen glanced at the wall clock as she helped Sally to her feet. It was now 6:45 A.M. Kristen thought, "lucky no one walked in and discovered our morning interlude."

They began to gather their things to get out of there before someone did walk in on them. As they started to leave the room, Sally grabbed Kristen's arm gently and asked her, "why don't you come down to my room for a few minutes?" Kristen obliged.

Sally's roommate had already left for class when they arrived amateur lesbian. As they entered the room Sally closed the door and locked it. "You won't mind being a little late for class this morning will you," Sally asked coyly? Kristen smiled, "No, I won't mind at all."

Sally undid the knot in Kristen's towel and it fell to the floor. She lesbian young knelt down and spread Kristen's pussy lips, exposing her clit. Kristen's eyes fluttered closed, and she braced herself against the door. Her pussy was already wet but as Sally began to lick gently on her swollen clit her love juices began to flow like a river down the inside of both thighs. The walls of her vagina were contracting so hard that her stomach was heaving in and out in an obvious fashion. Sally's lesbian sexy tongue was flicking and caressing her clit and she could feel a finger thrusting deep into her vagina lesbian pussy.

Kristen stood rigid, her tan smooth legs tense, stomach muscles rippling in an effort to keep from screaming her passion. She felt as if she were going to explode. And she did!!!! all over Sally!! Her pussy juices gushed out as her entire body shuddered in ecstasy.

Sally didn't mind the unexpected shower, she just patted herself dry with Kristen's towel and let out a little giggle. Kristen slowly slumped to a sitting position in front of the door, kissing lesbian as Sally leaned over to share her taste with a long deep passionate mouth opening kiss. Kristen was lost in her own world of orgasmic bliss.

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I was visiting Montreal, Canada for the first time in a long time and decided to do some window shopping on St. Catharine Street, before I headed back to the hotel. Walking and looking in the store windows I saw this quaint little shop with some Summer prints in the window. Now usually I can't buy anything off the rack because it always needs to be let out in the bust, so I usually wear just tops and pants, but I decided to give it a try.
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She motioned to me to remove my clothes so that she could get the correct measurements, and when she saw that I was braless, she remarked "no bra? Oh but you need the support. That is a D cup, no?" "No" I replied "a C cup", as I tried to explain that I had been hours on a flight and the straps were hurting my shoulders. As she proceeded to take my hip and waist measurements, I couldn't help notice that her eyes kept returning to my breasts, but my gaydar radar didn't tell me she was a lesbian, and I can usually tell because I'm a lesbian.
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As she moved her head closer to my ear, she whispered in her cute French accent, "you like that, no, Cheri?" I whispered back "yes" but looking toward the door, I started to question about her friend, to which she whispered "no fear", and dropped one hand to creep under the elastic of my bikini panties to feel my soaking pussy.
As I parted my legs I felt her finger explore the very core of my womanhood, as her other fingers continued to roll and pull my rockhard nipple, and her mouth was on my ear. Her tongue licking every crevice, as she finger fucked me in front of that huge mirror. "Cum for me Cheri, and then I want to taste you" she whispered.
My mind was a flurry of thoughts. Here I was in an almost strange city. In a dress shop I had never been in and with a woman I had only met minutes before, who was finger fucking me in front of a huge mirror, but my thoughts were interrupted as I felt the tingle build until there was no turning back, and the floodgates opened with a massive orgasm, first lesbian orgasm. Watch two hot lesbian teens toying each other reach orgasm. 
She could feel my pussy contract and my body going stiff as my pussy honey poured out, and I moaned, biting my lip to try and not make noise.
Whispering in my ear she said "yes Cheri, good Cheri, and now I taste you Cheri." With the quickest of movements she pulled down my panties and stepping out of them she led me to the sofa.
Kneeling in front me she lifted my legs over her shoulders, and took a deep breath of my fragrance, before touching my pussy with her tongue, and softly licked like a kitten. Exploring my delicate folds with her tongue, and pulling my pussy lips with her lips, before parting my pussy lips with her thumbs so she could lick my inner lips.
Watching her with her mouth on my pussy was the hottest thing I think I've ever experienced and I cupped my breasts with my hands and pulled and pinched my nipples, as I squirmed on the sofa. Her kittenish tongue plunged deep in my pussy and she licked and probed my pussy walls.
I noticed her taking one hand and putting it between her legs so she could finger her own hot pussy, and with her other hand she patted my swollen clit as she tongue fucked me.
It was as if I was having an out of body experience, as I saw these two women enjoying each other, when I noticed the door open just a crack, and then close again. Moments later the door opened again and the lady that was sitting in the chair was standing there totally naked with a huge black strappon protruding out in front of her. lesbian fuck dildo strapon. Watch tight little pussy take leso lovers huge strapon deep.
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I was having unadulterated sex with 2 total strangers and loving every minute. Little orgasms were happening to me, almost one after the other, but I knew it wouldn't take much to have the big one. The tingle was building stronger, from the tip of my toes up towards my hot wet pussy, and I tried lifting my hips to get my pussy closer to her mouth.
I had brief thoughts that I was going to ruin this lady's sofa because I gush when I cum strong, but my thoughts went away as the lady who was licking me moaned loudly into my pussy as she came, and that was all it took. Screaming "I'm cumming", my body tensed up as the most wonderful feeling in the world swept over me. Wave after wave it hit me, until I collapsed in a heap on the sofa, watching the woman with the dildo fucking until she had hers.
"Ze dress will be ready tomorrow Cheri" the lady said as I prepared to leave, and with the little French I knew I said "merci".

 

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I'm a lesbian and have never tried to hide it. I mean, I don't go out knocking doors in the neighborhood proclaiming that I'm a lesbian, but if somebody were to ask me if I was, I would say yes. Now my partner Valerie is different. She works at a school and if it ever got out that she liked women, her career would be over, at least that's what she thinks. Fat Strapon Lesbian pictures. Fat lesbian mom having strap on sex with naughty college girls.
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"Oh my God it's us" I screamed. It was pictures of us making love in the living room. I was trying to rack my brain how somebody could've taken our pictures because we live on the 10th floor of a high rise apartment. The closest building was quite a ways away. Then I read the note. It said unless we paid them they would report my partner to the school and she would lose her job. We were to expect them that night.
As we both went to the balcony and tried to figure out how they could have taken pictures, we heard the buzzer to the intercom indicating that it had to be the dirty bastard who took the pictures and I was furious. As Val went to answer the buzzer I went to do a couple of things to prepare for our visitor. Deep Lesbian Penetration pics. Lesbian mature woman having strap on sex with redhead girls. 
I returned to the living room to see a woman about 18 years old, dressed like a school girl, and carrying another envelope. She told us in case we had torn the pictures up that she had extra copies, and that she wanted money and to also see us up close having sex.
On our way to the bedroom I asked her if she was a lesbian and she replied that she didn't know, but for us not to try anything because she would call her father and he would have us arrested, so I ushered her into the bedroom and had her sit on a chair, where she could see everything.
As I took Val in my arms and started to kiss her and rub her back, I could see our visitor was very interested, so I whispered to Val "let's give her a really good show". Doing a sexy strip tease I tried my best to get this stranger hot, and seductively slipped out of my clothes, and sat and watched Val do the same, before we sat on the bed.
I had fully intended to fake it but kissing Val always got me hot, and in no time I was moaning, as I licked down her front to her beautiful breasts. Flicking my tongue to each of her nipples before drawing one into my mouth and pinching and pulling the other one, as she ran her fingers through my hair.
Licking just under her breasts, and then licking down her tummy, my tongue left a little wet trail, as I reached her belly button. Changing positions so I could lay on my tummy between her legs I noticed our visitor was squirming in the chair, and catching a glimpse of her pink panties I could see wet marks. Little snail trails were announcing to my eyes that she was loving every minute of what we were doing. Mature Seduces Sluts pix. Mature horny lesbian seducing and fucking sexy sluts.
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Plunging my tongue in deep, and with my fingers patting Val's swollen clit, I probed her pussy walls with my tongue. Tongue fucking her hard as I listened to the moans of Val and our visitor, until Val stiffened her body and her pussy gripped my tongue as she came with a loud moan, only to be followed by the moans of our visitor cumming.
With that I raised up and said to our visitor "Ok bitch it's time for you to join us. So get over here and eat my pussy". She said, "I'm not a fucking lesbian and you can't make me".
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Pushing my hips hard I could see the plastic dick enter her pussy, and as I fucked her pussy I could see specks of blood on the black plastic dick, but that didn't stop me as I was enjoying the feel of the dildoe end on my pussy. Soon she stopped struggling and even started pushing back to match my rhythm, and as I looked at Val I could see she was loving watching us and had her 3 fingers in her hot pussy, masturbating like mad.
I knew it wasn't going to take much for me to cum, but I wanted more than 1 orgasm, and I started pushing harder and faster as I fucked our blackmailer. Her breath was coming faster in little pants and I knew she was going to cum from being taken so roughly, and when the volcano erupted from deep inside of my hot pussy I kept fucking, until I heard a little sigh, and she almost fell to the bed from her orgasm. Strapon Taboo Insertion pics. Strapon lesbian mom shows girls what bizarre taboo insertion means.
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Val was humping our visitors face as she got close and the sight of that made the tingle stronger, and I knew Val and I were going to cum at any moment, but I wondered if our visitor was going to cum with us.  I didn't have to wonder long as our visitor licked furiously and Val screamed "I'm cumming", and I screamed as the floodgates opened "yes". Our blackmailer just moaned with a little "oh", as she joined us in our supreme ecstasy.
After we had a chance to freshen up and talk to our blackmailer she promised to never again try blackmail and asked if she could join us again sometime. To which we all agreed.

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Lenya looked down and started licking. Her tongue lapped at Marte with a mechanical cadence. Passionless.
"I'm sorry, okay?" Marte said. "I'm still psyched from the win, that's all. Take your time if you want. I`m cool."
Marte lay back and relaxed as Lenya now went down in earnest. Marte figured she would. Lenya was good to her. Better than she deserved.
 Lenya quickly had her Amazon mistress moaning. Marte looked at the angelic face between her thighs with grateful appreciation. That such a dainty slip of a girl could go down like a waterfront whore when she really wanted to, to please her woman, to please Marte, gave Marte such a rush that she suddenly let loose a gushing climax.
"Ooh, thank you, my little Dynamo. I love you." Marte said, petting Lenya's hair. Then stroking her cheek and lifting her chin to get a better look at her submissive angel. Deep Lesbian Penetration pics. Lesbian mature woman having strap on sex with redhead girls.
"I'm an ogre, aren't I?" Marte said. "All my teammates are jealous of me. Having you to come home to and eat me. They'll be lucky to get licked at all much less by an angel."
Lenya just smiled and put her face to her little friend, her little duckling.
Lenya brought Marte to orgasm a few more times and Marte fell asleep contented.
Lenya nestled herself against the sweet softness of Marte's crotch like she was a
duckling snuggling in the nest.
Marte briefly opened her eyes and smiled sleepily at Lenya placing her hand on Lenya's head.
Before she drifted off to sleep again Lenya asked, "Am I your little duckling, Marte?"
"Yes, sweet thing, you are my little duckling."
 Together they fell asleep.