Erotica Stories
Angie Angie was my first friend away from home. We shared an apartment on the east side of campus. It was a dingy little one bedroom affair, with too little light to really grow house plants. But we made the best of it, my bed on one side of the room, hers on the other, and in the middle, two ragged looking dressers. Our bras and other unmentionables drying side by side over the tub in the bathroom. We got a bunch of fluorescent lamps to make the place brighter and managed to grow a hand full of homely looking green things that we called plants. The cats, we had two, would occasionally attack the stringy shoots, doing mild damage. Yet they grew anyway, sickly though they might seem. Angie was in the Chemistry program, I was in English literature. We shared few classes, and our schedules were different enough for the first three months we hardly tripped over each other running to and from lectures. It started out like that anyway. I met her when I was looking for apartments. We'd both showed up at the same place. Neither of us wanted it, even making the same disparaging remarks about the condition of the place. After we finished laughing at assessments we shared, we hit a local coffee shop. Angie is tall, well, taller than me. I'm only 5'2", and I feel short. She easily tops 5'10". She took up more of the table than I, but it didn't matter. We simply spread our notes out and started to talk about where we'd looked. By the time we finished discussing advantageous areas about campus, we concluded that together we could afford more than twice the apartment for the same amount, if we both lived there. Set about to find a place we could share. As I said, this worked for several months pretty well. We even started to go together to parties, and sometimes hit the bars in each other's company. We had one of those tacit little agreements college roomies make about bringing someone home, who would sleep where and when. Somehow it hadn't yet happened though. One day, everything changed. We'd been in studying for too long. The evening shadows had stretched into continuous darkness and we had skipped dinner. Suddenly Sambo, our gray stray, spent a period being sprayed with the kitty discipline bottle. I'd gotten him once, Angie got him once, then we both reached for the water at the same time. It caused a bit of a chuckle. "We should go do something," Angie told me. "Something to get out of the walled in mind set. "What did you have in mind?" "I'd like to raid one of the Frats..." "Raid? I don't know what you mean." "We'll break in and swipe something. Like their letters banner or something." "That's not such a great idea, Angie." "It's okay, we just won't get caught. Come on," and taking me by the hand, she hauled me away from my studies, Sambo, and any real social event we might have attended that night. Now I won't bore you with the details of how we got up to the Tau Delta Chi's banner, hanging over their front door. Suffice it to say we were on our way down, when one of the guys shouted about two girls stealing their flag. It was a bit of a fright, soon the entire frat was scrambling about the campus searching for us. Okay, it was a stupid stunt, and I was scared. What happened next is what really shocked me. And the shock, yes, even the surprise, was inside me. We ran in front of the administration building, down the steps towards the park behind. We saw a bunch of the frat hanging out in the open area ahead of us, and more in pursuit behind. The only hiding place we could find was amid the bushes behind Hickory's statue. Hickory was some kind of founding father, sitting atop a large horse with the feet firmly planted. I hadn't gotten the story yet about the purpose of this chunk of bronze, but the bushes had grown up against the pedestal, a perfect hiding place. Unfortunately, the frat search party thought so too. So to escape notice as they approached, we climbed the statue. Me first, then Angie. I know this doesn't sound too reasonable as a course of action. But over the years, the university had allowed the trees about Hickory to grow freely. Now the leaves and thin branches afforded a certain amount of concealment. We got up on good ol' Hickory's horse, me right behind him, and Angie clutching at me in turn directly behind. That's when it really started. The rustling in the bushes below soon subsided. "Hsst," Angie's warm breath whispered into my ear. "I'll try to stretch, see if I still see them in the field below." My view was obstructed both by tree and statue alike, so I simply nodded. She humped herself up a bit, her hands on my hips. She soon found a hole she could peek through, and dropped back down again. Her breath was hot, not warm, as she breathed against the back of my neck. I could feel the small hairs stiffen there in response. "They're still out there, Jane." She held on to my hips. I felt very unusual, trapped on top of a statue with my roomie, a stolen Frat banner in my hands. Fear had vanished, a certain conspiratorial sensation drew me closer to Angie in that moment. A sense of comradery, perhaps a sense of close affection. She started to pop up and down, peering out through the branches, pushing down on my hips. Every time she did this, I found myself being pushed into a ridge on the back of the horse statue, my crotch rubbing against the fabric of my jeans. After the first few times, her hot breath on my neck in combination with the rubbing, I was beginning to feel weak, I tucked my head against my chest while I held onto Hickory tightly. "I still see them," she whispered, her lips right up against my neck. Goose bumps shivered down my spine. I could feel her holding herself along the length of my back, her chest an interesting and soft pressure from behind. My breath caught once, a red haze of warmth flowing up my back, and down from my neck. A few more movements on her part and I was panting. I tried to cover it up, but I felt sure she must hear it. She must know, my body was adding it's own motions, grinding the statue against my crotch. But I bite down, suppressing the sounds trying to escape from my throat. I fought to hide, not only from the pursuing frat members, but from the girl who had quietly become my best friend. Her fingers rested on my waist, and moved to my hips as she continued to check for our victims. For myself, every touch she made brought more heat to my cheeks. I could even imagine feeling her nipples rubbing against my back. I prayed to myself for a soft gentle orgasm, that she not know how her body had aroused me. "I think they're gone, roomie." She quickly started to slide down the back of the horse, apparently unaware of the effect she'd had on me. I rejoiced I hadn't betrayed us with an orgasm while hiding out. I also rejoiced she hadn't found out she was arousing me. Our friendship would be over, and I wouldn't have that. I managed to settle myself down before dropping to the ground. It was good the darkness concealed my face. I had to have been flushed red from the excitement contact with Angie's body had given me. I felt my body calm itself, and Angie apparently believed my panting on the statue was from fear. She became very protective of me for the rest of our little jaunt, making me hide while she stood watch whenever she suspected the frat search parties were near. We slipped into the apartment an hour later, our trophy in our hands. Relief washed over us. I gave her a roomie hug, and dropped the trophy into her dresser drawer. It was really her prize. She should keep it to remember our fun. After that night though, my view of Angie changed. I knew she aroused me, even if she didn't. I could no longer look at her without seeing the tender fingers which had brought the tingling arousal through my hips, the breasts that rolled against my back, and the lips that had brushed so softly along my neck. Sometimes, just looking at her lovely face brought the goose bumps back. I longed to hold her close, the feeling was eating away at me so strongly. But I dared not say anything. She would turn on me immediately, I felt sure. The next week she went out with some guy she knew from Organic. A chemistry class of some sort. This brought the entire sensation into a sharper focus. I watched her dress, putting on a very sexy blouse I'd helped her pick out. I watched as she put on her makeup, a few simple touches to accent her already beautiful face. Then I saw her smile at him, hold his hand and leave. I sat and cried for an hour. I knew she wouldn't be mine. I wanted to hold her hand and have her smiling at me. I would have to settle on knowing she would be my friend, as long as she never learned how I really felt about her. I cleaned up, fed the cats, and went to bed. There wasn't anything else to do, no place to go, no way to fix it so I didn't feel this way. I hid it pretty well the next day, she couldn't know what I was looking for in her. Just one clue she'd return the feelings I had. It was all I really wanted to see. We decided two days later on a shopping trip. Neither of us had a car, so this meant riding the bus. It turned out we'd picked the worst possible hour to leave, and the bus was packed. After we had paid our fare and worked our way in, we found ourselves stuck between a large guy looking for all the world like the epitome of a Hell's Angel, and some fat fellow neither one of us wanted to get close to. We tried to face each other to chat, but soon we were bumped so close together we were looking over each other's shoulder. Well, not quite. My head was leaned against Angie's shoulder. If I were to let my chin drop, I would have my face buried between her breasts. Leg room was cramped too. Angie being larger than myself had her knee almost in my crotch. On top of this her moist breath was once again raising goose bumps along my neck. I felt my chest tighten, a sharp breath come into my lungs, and soon my body was moving on it's own again from proximity to this creature of my desire. I don't know how best to explain it other than to say the potholes in the road are bad, and the suspension of the bus were equally bad. I could feel each bump thrust Angie's knee into my crotch, and my body was a glowing flame in response. I couldn't swear it happened but I thought she was almost kissing my neck. The noise of the bus barely covered my moans. I still don't know if she heard me. My weak knees dropped me lower, almost certainly into her large soft bosom. Well not quite, but I could no longer tell. Her knee wasn't grinding against me. But it might as well have been, for shortly I shuddered, a small orgasm whose sounds I squelched to the best of my ability. I had to have been flushed into a fresh red tint, but no one other than Angie would have seen it. And she was still looking over my shoulder. I thought so anyway. "Are you all right, Jane?" She sounded concerned as I gasped for breath. "I'll be fine as soon as I can get some air...," I managed, just barely in control now. I feared her reaction if she knew how she had come to affect me. "We'll get off here then, I don't want you to faint on the bus." "No, No," I faintly decried the idea, "I'll be fine, really." "I'll judge that after I have you out of this terrible crowd." She dragged me out into cooler air, holding me up in case I fainted. I wasn't going to, but by then I knew I'd rather she thought I would, than she really know what had happened. We abandoned the shopping trip and started home. I had really wanted a new dress, but I agreed with her about the crowds being too much. So we stopped at the corner deli, bought sandwiches and had a picnic in our company room. I settled in on the couch. She turned on the TV and sat down with me. We laughed a bit at a Soap Opera, picking out our favorite actors or actresses, finding we had lost track of who was sleeping with who. All the time in classes had kept us from staying current with the plot twists. After a few moments Angie turned to me, took my shoulders and pulled me towards her. She leaned in herself, and gave me a tender, unquestionably sexual, kiss. Then she pulled back again. "How do you feel about that?," she whispered, a twinge of fear in her voice. I was startled. Here I was terrified she'd find out about my desire for her, she was screwing up her courage to come on to me. I wondered for a moment just how accidental her knee in my crotch was on the bus ride, and then, if she knew how I'd reacted on the statue. It took seconds to realize I didn't care. I could find out later. I put my arms around her neck and pulled her to me. I explored her lips, those same lips she'd excited me with on the statue and the bus. I found behind them the soft tongue, and in moments I was lost to the passion of holding her tightly, her breasts against mine. She took the next step. It was Angie's fingers playing along the tips of my nipples bringing them sharply to attention. I felt the cupping grasp she used, and her delicate rubbing with thumbs to excite me. I couldn't help moaning. She stopped our embrace and unbuttoned my blouse. I wouldn't stop her, she was taking charge of our lovemaking, something I found strangely exciting. I'd never had a woman at my breasts before. It was delightful to see her, eyes closed, worshiping my chest with her lips. I watched as her eyelids fluttered open momentarily, only to shut again in total pleasure. I'd never felt so sensual and aroused before. She undressed me as much as possible with her free hands as she suckled. After a few moments, her red lips released my breasts, and her hands pulled away my jeans. Not allowing her to simply strip me and be done, I began to pull her buttons open. She simply sat. She submitted willingly to my peeling off her clothing, pulling my fingers to her lips from time to time. Naked, we sat together, side by side. I carefully explored her body with my fingers, trying to elicit the moans from her to match the moans I couldn't hold in. After what felt like moments, but must have been an eternity, I heard a low tone escape from her lungs. Inside I rejoiced. Her tongue had discovered my neck though, and she was certainly in charge. After a few moments of nibbling and kissing my skin below the hairline on the back of my neck, she pushed me to my back. Her tongue traced a slow and ever so sensitive trail along my chest and tummy. When she reached my legs, she very gently worked back and forth from one leg to the other until she had worked down to my toes, sucking them, and back to my crotch. I was by now writhing, bucking up whenever I sensed her near my sex. Her breath tingled in the tiny hairs, drawing me towards her. She flitted her little pink tongue across my outer lips, sending a tingling heat radiating outward wherever she touched. Soon she touched the hot spot, and a jolt of sensation sent me into a humping wave motion, now making so much noise the neighbors must hear. I shoved a hand into my mouth, hoping to suppress the sounds sex brings out. Her tongue did lazy circles at my sex. It jolted me into stronger and stronger motions. And she found a way to get those wonderful soft fingers up to my nipples, rolling them softly, bringing out surprisingly sharp sensual feelings there too. A moment later I came. The bus had been a gentle ride. This was violently rough. I screamed into my fist, still in my mouth. My hair tossed from side to side as I rolled my head in total sublimation to the act. Angie had pulled my orgasm from me and it was a strong force, bouncing me against her face. Then I started to come down. Breathing deeply to recover my equilibrium, I could sense I was on the verge of unconsciousness. Angie moved up to kiss me, and held me. I clung to her, but soon my grip relaxed and I dropped into a light sleep. When I awoke, she'd been holding me for almost two hours. She smiled at me, a smile of deep affection. Her needs had waited, I smiled as she stroked back my hair and kissed me again. I wasn't going to let her just sit there. Inside my heart was bursting with joy, it was my turn to please her. Back to top |
A Tale of Two Ladies Gina was rolling her head from side to side on the pillow. Her jet black hair was sprayed out in all directions. She was using her hands to guide Di's tongue to just he right spot. SOOOOOH God yes Di!!!!, she screamed as Di's tongue danced across her clit. Di drove harder at Gina's soaking pussy. As she licked up and down the lips and around that swollen little clitty she thought to herself that Gina was really enjoying her first orgasm from a girl. And what a prize Gina was. At eighteen Gina was still a virgin. Her hair hung straight down reaching the very top of her 35 inch hips. Di ever so gently started to rub her finger around that little puckered rosebud. Gina cried out, SOOOH! OOOH! OOOH! Di I never knew. That feels so good. OOOH! Don't stop, I feel so tingly. Di moved her other hand up to take those raspberry sized nipples into her fingers and roll them around. All the while she was gently licking those swollen lips getting all of that sweet nectar she could. Her finger began to probe Di's tight little hole. She wanted to give Di a very good cum. Powerful. When she was done it would be her turn to be worked over and she wanted Di to have plenty of ideas of what to do. Di's nipples stuck out like very ripe berries and were so hard, sitting atop soft mounds of creamy alabaster. Gina had never seen a woman with 38 inch C cup breasts that stuck straight out like Di's. Gina was starting to buck her hips and press against Di's finger as it worked its way into her asshole. Di started to move it in and out slowly half twisting it with each stroke. Shoving her face hard against Di's wet pussy she took that swollen clit into her lips and gently pulled it. Sucking hard and then light. She pinched first one nipple then the other. SAAAAAAAAH!!! OOH, I feel so hot. I'm going to do it! YYEESSS! NOW!! I'M CCCUUUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIINNNGGGGGGR, Di blurted out. She was arching her hips to Gina's mouth. Bucking all over the bed. Gina buried her face into Di's pussy and sucked hard, lapping up all the cum juices. She shoved her finger deep into Di's ass. As Di slowly returned to earth Gina withdrew her face and finger. She moved up Di's hard flat stomach licking and nipping. As she reached her face she leaned forward and covered Di's mouth with her own, parting the lips and tonguing deep into her mouth. Di responded with her tongue battling back and nipping lightly. Now Di, I want you to give me the same pleasures I have given you. Don't be afraid. You won't hurt me. Just take your time and lick and suck me all over, Gina told her, looking into those large brown eyes. Di reached up and started to cup a breast. She ran her thumb over the nipple which instantly sprang out hard and round. As Di began to rub and lick on Gina, Gina let her mind start to wander again. She would do just what she wanted. And when Di gave her that orgasm with her mouth and tongue she would give her just what she had promised. A shower. A long hot screamingly exciting Golden Shower. Not what Di was expecting, but she wanted to introduce her to all the great varieties of sexual activities. She would love it, just like Gina did. Back to top |
Another 2 Girl Story Shirll spread her legs and reclined on her bed. The music pulsed deeply, going into her very essence, causing her erotic mood to become highly sensorial. Her fingers traced the smooth lines of her body. Using a knife to cut away her panties seemed more erotically stimulating that simply removing them or masturbating through the soaked cloth. She arched her back and tried to rip open her bra by thrusting her enormous breasts forward. Through the material of her bra you could see her enormous tits and the dark subcircle around them. They were very wet from her secretions. Then she massages her breasts with her left hand, while her right hand is lying gently and unmoving upon her thigh. Under the smooth caresses and fondling, her elegant breasts dilate as she sighs and smiles, she is beginning to come. Her bosom is so awe inspiring through her bra that one wonders how one could bear it if seen unclad! Suddenly the door opens and her roommate walks in.... and stares. Shirll makes no attempt to cover herself whatsoever. She spread her legs further apart and gently touched her fingers to her genitalia and brought some of the flowing juices up to her tongue. "Hi Tanis", she said, and arched her back with a scream of pain and ripped open her bra! The things stood almost straight out, rare for someone who has 'em that enormous. And on the end of those immense nipples there was a clear fluid seeping that somewhat resembled semen. Tanis was gaping in astonishment, partly because she had never seen her stripped before, and the other reason being that of the alien fire she felt racing through her body. Unconsciously she touched herself through her jeans, as she always did whenever she felt like it -- she had done so in front of Shirll many times, and had even got off when Shirll was in the room watching, however nothing ever developed beyond watching each other masturbate through their cloths. Now, however it was looking like that might change. Tanis closed the door, and walked over to Shirll, and stood by her. They looked at each other a long time, and finally Tanis pulled off her t-shirt to reveal her own chest. She never wore any support even though she was fully developed (ripe?). She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over next to Shrill, and could feel heat from her, and smell her seductive bodily scent. Shirll started masturbating herself again, this time more directly, with the back of her index finger against her slit, pointing up while her second finger was inside her vagina searching for perhaps the famed Graffenburg Spot(1), while the other fingers were stroking her labia and inner thighs. She reached out and brushed her hands across Tanis's nipples, eliciting a cry of something best described as a frantic purr! Tanis stood up and ripped off her jeans, showing off a drenched pair of red silk panties. As she quickly exposed the remaining parts of her she revealed that she was not new to the world of orgasmic pleasures. The flesh around her cunt was very enlarged and distended, one would like to think from thousands of hours of personal self pleasuring activities. She climbed onto the bed and kneeled next to Shrill, and spread her thighs. Then she took several fingers of both hands and unfolded the lips of her (words fail me here), and you could see the innermost parts of her vagina... talk about pink! Suddenly they were in each other's arms, laughing and crying at the same time. Their breasts were matched, nipple to nipple, and were pressed and rubbed together with the natural lubrication supplied by Shirll. The size of their cunt's was very helpful in getting good contact, and soon they were reaching an orgasm together. Now that the initial built up tension was released, they calmed down to talking and masturbating each other. They would laugh when one of them would be talking and would drift off for a minute when one of them got off by the others hand. As their "operations" got more bold, Tanis told of how she had laid with her older sister for many years while growing up, and how they would go to sleep, nude, and in each other's arms, often with their fingers inside the other one's slit. Tanis and Shirll finally got up the courage and the passion let the other one lick them off. There is something to be said for the salty sweet taste of a girl when she comes while having the hell licked out of her by another girl, as you know usually only a woman knows how to please another women where it counts...Back to top |
Women Loving Women I am a young, very successful professional woman, 5'3", 105 lbs., natural blonde and, I'm told, considered quite attractive. I have a nice figure, which I work very hard to maintain and all-in-all, I consider myself very fortunate. Except when it comes to men. With the exception of two married men with whom I've had incredibly passionate affairs before we went our separate ways, my love life and, consequently, my sex life, has been one bad experience after another. Until now. I had my fill of men, both literally and figuratively, so, about a year ago, I made a conscious decision to become celibate. I still dated, frequently, but I no longer jumped into bed with my dates as quickly as I did before. I felt I wanted the men in my life to be friends first, then, if a true, loving friendship developed, sex would follow naturally. I'm still waiting. Celibacy, by definition, has one inherent drawback: no sex, no relief. Consequently, I became an incessant mastabateur. I found myself buying (through anonymous mail order catalogs) a variety of dildoes and vibrators which I began to use religiously. But as much sexual relief as these marvelous devices provided, I still craved the warmth and comfort of a gentle, caring body next to mine. About six months ago, after a particularly horrendous episode with an over-amorous date who tried to rape me, all of my anger and frustrations suddenly boiled over and I found myself crying uncontrollably in, of all places, the laundry room of my apartment building. One of my neighbors, a striking Japanese woman whom I had seen often but never really knew, found me and took me back to her apartment which she shared with another woman I had also often seen. After about half an hour, I finally calmed down and, embarrassed, I apologized to these two wonderfully caring and thoughtful women, Neiko and Linda, thanking them profusely for their genuine concern and comfort and I left to go back to my own apartment. The following night, Neiko knocked on my door to inquire how I was feeling. She invited me back to her apartment for tea and conversation with Linda and her boyfriend, Mark, and I gladly accepted. It was a delightful evening with truly delightful people. I learned that both she and Linda were registered nurses in the famous research hospital not far from our building and Linda's boyfriend, Mark, a tall, extraordinarily handsome man, was a resident in the same hospital. Mark had to leave early, but Neiko, Linda and I talked long into the night about anything and everything. From there, our friendship blossomed. And it was wonderful. Occasionally, Mark would join us for a pizza and I could easily appreciate Linda's attraction to this man. But something else was going on; something I never would have suspected or expected. We had joined a woman's health club together and after one particularly grueling workout we all longed for the warmth and relaxation of the sauna. The three of us marched into the sauna wrapped in our towels, but once inside the incredibly hot room, Neiko and Linda unselfconsciously shed their towels and stretched out, completely nude, on the long wooden benches. Being ridiculously modest, I kept my towel on, but my eyes were continually drawn to their exquisitely naked bodies. Stranger still, I slowly realized that I was not only fascinated both by their beauty and their warm, casual manners, but I was actually being attracted to them. Sexually attracted. Neiko was petite and slender and practically flat-chested. Her tiny mounds were really no more than just puffy red areolas with exceedingly large nipples. She had the tiniest waist which flared out into wonderfully rounded hips and a flat, well defined stomach which sloped smoothly and gently to the extremely sparse, straight black baby-fine pubic hair that framed her pussy. Linda, on the other hand, was a tall, Nordic, athletic woman who, although not nearly as delicate as Neiko, had a perfectly shaped figure with extremely large yet firm breasts, crowned, like Neiko's, with very large nipples. As we talked, I'm sure they caught me staring, but neither Neiko nor Linda, to their credit, indicated that to me. So as casually and as nonchalantly as I could, I let my eyes sweep over their glistening nakedness, getting increasingly more aroused and excited every minute. As the weeks went on, I continued to date, with the usual, predictable, negative results. I continued to be celibate and I continued to masturbate, but with increased frequency and intensity. But the strange thing that was happening was that the objects of my mastubatory fantasies were Neiko and Linda; individually and together as I had seen them in the sauna. My fantasies were, I'm sure, uniquely naive. As a girl in college I had experienced some "flirtations" with several other girls which culminated in an occasional bump and tickle incident, but I had never experienced a truly fulfilling lesbian affair. So my fantasies involving Neiko and Linda were extraordinarily arousing. About a week after the sauna incident, I was returning a suitcase I had borrowed from Neiko. After knocking on the door and getting no answer, I let myself into their apartment with the keys we had exchanged. I stopped at the door and called their names. Still getting no response, I put the suitcase down and was about to leave when I heard music coming from Neiko's bedroom. I thought she had left the stereo on so I naturally went back to the bedroom to turn it off. The moment I entered the bedroom, I saw Neiko and Linda, nearly nude, on the bed, making love. To say I was shocked would be a gross understatement. I was amazed. Flabbergasted. Speechless. Yet instantly and incredibly aroused. My first instinct was to leave as quietly as I could; but I was transfixed. I couldn't tear myself away from the sight of my two beautiful friends lovingly entwined in each other's arms. Linda was lying on her back while Neiko, wearing a black garterbelt and black stockings, was lying on top, between Linda's legs which were wrapped around her thighs. Linda's arms encircled Neiko's back, hugging her tightly as Neiko's hands lovingly caressed Linda's face. And they were kissing passionately, moaning softly, delighting in each other's lips. I have no idea how long I stood there watching, it was probably only seconds, but, sensing my presence, they suddenly stopped kissing and both looked in my direction. I was so embarrassed I could have died right then and there. I stammered an apology or something, I don't remember what, and they smiled at me. Linda said something like "now you know" and Neiko added something like "I hope you don't mind." I just shook my head. I was so torn; I desperately wanted to leave, to collect my thoughts, but I couldn't. And then Neiko said, very softly, "please, Amelia, why don't you join us." I couldn't answer. My heart was racing, my mouth was absolutely dry and I could feel my whole body shaking. Sensing my conflict, my overwhelming apprehension and desire, Linda and Neiko got off the bed and moved across the room to me. I can vividly recall how gracefully Neiko moved and how sensuously Linda's large breasts swayed as they approached. Their bodies glistened with a patina of perspiration and I quickly noticed how stiff and erect their nipples were. I also noticed that unlike in the sauna, Neiko's pussy was now shaved clean and smooth. Linda and Neiko both took my hands in theirs and held them gently as we spoke. Linda told me that she and Neiko often talked about how beautiful and sexy they thought I was and they wondered if I was bisexual. I told them about my few fumbling experiences, but that I really didn't consider myself bisexual. Then, smiling warmly, Linda took my hand she holding and brought it to her breast, pressing my hand against her warm, damp flesh and said, in a whisper, that there was nothing frightening about touching another woman's body, it was the most natural and beautiful thing in the world. Then, still guiding my hand, she slowly moved it around her breast, underneath it to feel its weight and firmness, then up to her swollen nipple to feel its firm, spongy resilience. "It feels so nice, so warm, so smooth, doesn't it," she whispered? And it did, it really did. I had a catch in my throat and couldn't answer; closing my eyes, I barely shook my head in response. I was so suddenly excited and aroused, my legs became weak and rubbery. I could feel my own nipples growing and hardening beneath my clothes just as I could feel a familiar wetness seeping out between my legs and soaking my panties. Linda removed her hands from mine and raised them to my face, but my fingers remained on her breast, nervously stroking her long, rigid nipple. And then, while Neiko gently squeezed my hand, Linda slowly leaned in and kissed me. The touch of her mouth on mine was absolutely electrifying. Linda's lips were so incredibly soft, her breath so sweet and her touch so tender, it was so different, so unlike any man's kiss. And I wanted more. I pressed my own mouth firmly against hers, kissing her back, tentatively at first and then more passionately. I could feel her lips part slightly and then felt the tip of her wet tongue slowly wash over my lips. Following her lead, I opened my mouth slightly and allowed her tongue to enter, gingerly touching it with my own tongue, absorbing her warmth and wetness. After a second or two, Linda pulled away and smiled. "We want to make love to you," she whispered and I nodded; I knew, at that precise moment, I was irrevocably committed. Still holding my hand, Neiko led me to the bed, turned me around and the two of them began undressing me. While Linda pulled my tank-top over my head, Neiko deftly unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them over my hips and slid them down my legs. On her hands and knees in front of me, she slipped off my shoes and helped me out of my jeans. I stood between them, stripped down to my bra and soaked panties, discarding my modesty as quickly as my clothes. In a daze, I freely allowed Linda to unclasp the front closure of my bra and peel the lace away from my breasts. My nipples, although not anywhere near as large as Linda's or Neiko's, were rock hard, jutting out from my swollen areolas like two ripe cherries. Still on her knees in front of me, Neiko reached up and slowly eased my panties down my legs. I willingly stepped out of them and stood there, completely and unashamedly naked as their eyes drifted all over my body. They eased me down on the bed, fluffing a pillow under my head and then laid down on either side of me, pressing their bodies against mine. Their warmth and their softness and their tenderness were magnificent. My excitement was so intense, it is difficult even now for me to recall exactly what transpired. I felt as if I was consumed by a fog of pure, exquisite pleasure unlike any I had ever experienced. I know we kissed. Long and deep and passionately; first Linda, then Neiko and then the three of us together, painting each other's mouths and lips and tongues with hot, sweet saliva. And as we kissed, their delicate, practiced hands moved sensually over my body, exciting every nerve fiber their fingers trailed over, from my thighs to my neck and face and then slowly down to my thighs again. They had eased my thighs apart and each wrapped their legs around mine, pressing and rubbing their wet pussies against my flesh as we continued to kiss. Their hands found my breasts and squeezed and stroked and fondled and massaged them in unison. I could barely breathe and talking was absolutely impossible. My cunt was inflamed and throbbing deep within my womb, and I could feel my juices flowing like a slow lava stream down my thighs. I have no idea how long we continued like that, but all too soon, I felt, they pulled their lips from mine. Hungrily, I tried to reclaim their mouths, but Linda smiled, whispering words of comfort, and helped me up, shifting our bodies. Linda moved to the edge of the bed and sat up, cradling my head and upper body in her arms above her lap. My cheek pressed against her soft, smooth belly while her enormous breasts swayed above my face. This was going beyond my wildest fantasies and the feelings I had were so exquisite, I prayed it would go on forever. With my free hand, I reached up and touched Linda's breast, gently stroking its full, sloping underside. As I did, I could feel Neiko's hands on my breasts again, sliding up and squeezing my nipples between her fingers. Except for my clitoris, which one lover described as a "hair trigger", my nipples are especially sensitive. And Neiko knew exactly how to touch them. She rolled them between her fingers, gently tugging and pulling them upwards. I moaned loudly, twisting away, but Neiko kept a firm grip on my engorged buds and pinched them again. My whole body shuddered and I lost my breath. No doubt encouraged by my reaction, Neiko slid her hand down my breast, and, squeezing it upward, sucked my nipple deep into her mouth. My tit just melted into her mouth and she lapped and licked and sucked my sensitive nipple as no man ever had. I squeezed Linda's breast harder, trying to share my pleasure and joy. She moaned softly and leaned forward, pressing her long, stiff, fleshy nipple against my lips. Eagerly, I parted my lips and drew her thumb-like nipple deep into my mouth, wildly sucking it, making her groan with unrestrained pleasure. I could feel her nipple pulsate on my tongue and I swirled my tongue around it even more frantically. As Neiko sucked me, I continued sucking this beautiful woman's tit like a starving baby. And then it happened; a strange, hot, sweet liquid suddenly coated my tongue. Thinking I drawn blood, I quickly pulled my face away and looked at Linda's nipple and then at her face. Her eyes were closed and she had the sweetest smile on her face. When I could speak, I stammered something like "did I hurt you?" Linda just shook her head and giggled. "No," she whispered, "I'm lactating. That was milk." I was stunned. Then Neiko lifted her face from my tit and giggled, too. It was then that I noticed that while she was sucking my nipple, she was squeezing her own and there was a tiny droplet of white milk on the tip of her nipple as well. "We're both lactating," Neiko gushed, "it's one of the greatest joys of being a woman, don't you think?" I was in no condition to think. I gasped "oh, my God" and lifted myself from Linda, looking first at their beautiful faces and then their breasts which they were both now holding. I looked at Neiko and suddenly found myself muttering, "I want to see. Show me." Both Linda and Neiko were only too happy to oblige. Shifting positions again, Neiko sat upright against the headboard and Linda knelt down next to her. I positioned myself on Neiko's other side and watched as Neiko stroked Linda's head and guided her to her fascinatingly long, thick nipple. I held my own breasts, in empathy, I suppose, and stroked my tender nipples with my thumbs. As Neiko continued to lovingly stroke Linda's thick blonde hair, Linda held Neiko's tiny mound in her hand, opened her mouth and placed the flat of her tongue against the underside of Neiko's swollen nipple. Then, squeezing Neiko's puffy red areola between her thumb and forefinger, she began milking her nipple slowly and rhythmically while tenderly lapping and licking the tip of it. Then slowly, very slowly, Linda lowered her lips over the other woman's nipple and drew it deep into her mouth. Linda's cheeks hollowed as she sucked and Neiko just closed her eyes and sighed. It was immediately obvious that these two women had done this many times before. They knew each other's nuances and responded accordingly. As Linda continued to coax Neiko's nipple with her fingers and mouth, Neiko spread her stockinged legs and slid her long, slender fingers along her smooth, hairless slit, rubbing her elongated clit in concert with Linda's sucking, milking movements. Watching them, I was so turned on, I began squeezing and kneading my nipples so hard they began to throb painfully. And then I saw it; Neiko's milk, a thin white stream, snaking down from the corner of Linda's suckling mouth. I couldn't stand it any longer. My face went to Nieko's breast, my lips to her other turgid nipple and I drew it deep into my mouth, sucking it feverishly. In a matter of moments she began flowing, squirting jets of hot, salty-sweet, creamy liquid against my throat, filling my mouth. Nieko groaned and gasped as Linda and I both sucked her tits wantonly. A few moments later, Linda pulled away and I had Neiko all to myself. With complete abandon, I drew her entire tit into my mouth and continued sucking and milking her blazing nipple and then, almost simultaneously, our hands found each other's sopping cunts. Neiko's delicate fingers barely flicked over my throbbing clit sending bolts of electrifying sensations through my entire body. I completely lost my breath and had to pull away from her breast just to draw a taste of air into my burning lungs. But Neiko didn't stop. Her magic fingers continued to electrify my clit. And then I felt Linda between my thighs, lowering her face to my cunt. A second later, her soft-stiff tongue replaced Neiko's fingers, licking, sucking, flicking, swirling around my clit. My hips had a life of their own, bucking and gyrating uncontrollably against Linda's hungry mouth. I don't know how she held me down. Her fingers pried my cunt lips open and she plunged her stiff, wet tongue into my hole, screwing it deeper and deeper into me. Neiko shifted, pulling herself up, covering my mouth with kisses as she squeezed and kneaded my tits. She kept saying "come, baby, come, baby, come." I was on the edge. I was never so turned on, never so hot in my entire life. I could feel my orgasm building like a rumbling volcano deep within me. I screamed, I gasped, I held my breath...and then I came. Once. Twice. And then a third time like a shuddering explosion, losing myself completely to wave after delicious, exquisite wave of indescribable pleasure. And still Linda lapped my cunt as if it was her last meal. My clit was unbearably sensitive; even her hot breath on it made my entire body shake and quiver. Totally drained, I had to pull away. I had to catch my breath. I had to regain some semblance of consciousness. I begged Linda to stop. And then I begged her for more. And yes, more was to come. This was only the beginning. Back to top |
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