3 comments/ 38340 views/ 2 favorites First By: aa822005 I have never had any lesbian experiences. It was something I would think about once in a while, lesbian erotica, but not take seriously enough to be a preference. So after everything that has happened, it somewhat surprises me and makes me see a different side of my self. I was twenty-four, newly relocated after being hired as a designer for a publishing company. I was so excited over getting this job as it was in an industry I wanted to pursue myself in a few years, by then as a writer. My department was quite small enough for us to be very friendly with each other. Work was work, but during break times and off office hours, it was easy hanging out and after a few weeks on the job, I have gotten pretty close to some. One Saturday night, P, my colleague, called me up and invited me to a drinking party his ex, S, was throwing. I was amused that this thirty-year old man was still in need of a security blanket. Just to make sure I do not make a fool of myself, he half-joked. I did not have anything planned for the night and agreed. Wear your most smashing outfit, he added cheekily, a few of eligible bachelors there. We arrived at S's house around nine. Her friends welcomed us warmly. After a few minutes of casual talk, everyone was joking with me as if I were a long time friend of the group's, which was fine by me because it was a fun group to be with. A couple of drinks and dances later, the doorbell rang and S went to answer. As J and I returned after a crazy rendition of a tango, laughing hysterically all throughout, we sank into the sofa—and then my eyes met the confrontational stare of a shockingly red-haired beauty. My laugh grew silent and my neck tensed up. For a fraction of a moment, a piercing quietness suddenly descended, at least in my head. Then I caught myself staring back and half mumbled an introduction and extended my hand. She smiled, "I'm M, nice dancing," accepting my hand as if nothing happened. I wondered, was the staring part tricks my imagination? Anyway, I tried to act cool as she was introduced to the rest, a friend of S's from work, even if my head was going mildly haywire. During the course of the night, I would catch her stealing glances—actually, I was not even sure if they were stealing glances or just coincidental looking, but regardless, it astonished me that it made me feel a bit giddy and made my cat do small claps of excitement. Admittedly, I was confused as well why she had that effect on me. I would sometimes smile back and she would nod and turn back to the person she was in conversation with. Very slim, elegant woman, with intense eyes, and that fiery hair. Whenever she would cross the room to get drinks or change the music being played, her slender frame so graceful and limber, under that fit sweater and jeans, my eyes were addicted, stealing whatever peeks I hoped went unnoticed. When she laughed or just talked, my ears would zero in on her voice despite the noise in the room. One time J's hand playfully lingered on my knee and everyone was teasing him about copping a feel and we all laughed, she casually looked at me, as if trying to read me, then meeting my eyes, she would smile. It was so odd. My heart pounded every time our eyes would meet and this was caused by a person I hardly knew and barely talked with the whole night. Rounds of beer later, people were one by one leaving as it was getting pretty late. Soon, it was just the three of us left, me with M and J. "I'll go check if P's ready to head home now," I mumbled. I found P and S slow dancing in the next room and decided to give P a couple more minutes—they were surprisingly sweet to each other the whole night. I headed for the bathroom to freshen up. My face was close to zombie-like. It has been a while since I partied until three in the morning. When I got back, M and J were seated on the sofa. An empty space beside M. She motioned for me to sit beside her and I did. Seated so close to her, I could smell her perfume and closed my eyes to just enjoy her smell and the warmth of her body. "So I guess P has other plans to cap off the night. I can take you home if you want, I'm dropping off J anyway," she said softly. I opened my eyes and looked at her, how long have I been asleep? Then I saw her face, rolled to its side, barely three inches away from mine. I just looked at her, dumbfounded by her aura. I saw her lips moving. She was asking something, but it was not registering. I do not know what came over me—the intimacy of the dimly-lit room or the soft music or the beer or her eyes, I just closed my eyes again, leaned over the three inches and kissed her softly on the lips. Five seconds later, I pulled back, the shock of what I just did hitting me. Instantly, I was awake as if someone doused me with ice-cold water. After mumbling a hasty 'Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry', I stood up, grabbed my coat and literally ran outside. I really didn't know what to do. I went for a walk. I was embarrassed. Freaked out if P found out (and told in the office!). Hell, freaked out I kissed a woman! I was self-hating at the same time smiling. I cannot believe I just did that, I laughed. Two blocks later, I decided this craziness must end and started to head back. M and J were standing by the door as I approached. "Hey, you. We're heading home. I told P I'm bringing you home and gee, he didn't really put up a fight," laughed M. "Come on, he gave me your address already." Great, thanks a lot, P. Well, at least the drive home will be uneventful as possible having J with us, I thought. "And you're riding shotgun, J's place is up first," she added. "Okay," I mumbled and flashed her a smile. Act normal, I nagged myself. On the way to (the really smashed) J's place, we got into talking about her job, apparently, she was on a temporary gig now, doing consumer research for a company, how we both missed our family and friends. Then conversation pretty much died down and we drove in silence. After dropping off J, we were on our way to my place which was roughly twenty minutes away. The silence in the car was far more difficult than a while ago. More tense. I was so aware of her hand handling the stick, shifting gears. She would occasionally look at me and ask if I was sleepy and to just go ahead and sleep if I were. No, no, I'm up, I said, and thanked her again for giving me the ride home. Then silence. I'd clear my throat occasionally. She'd hum really softly a bit. Then silence. She tried to break the ice and talked about S and P for a while, she mentioned being surprised by S's warm personality as she was all business-like in the office. "But I'm glad to have met her friends," she added and smiled at me. We then talked about other things we were interested in—food, movies, traveling. It was pretty good, she was very interesting to talk to. Talking about anything except what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to apologize for the kiss actually, but did not know how to bring it up. "Um, listen, M... hmm, about the kiss...umm," my voice trailed off in discomfort. Suddenly, she swerved to the side of the road and put her hazards lights on, then turned to me, her hands on her lap "I know you're not gay, don't worry. Neither am I. I was just a surprised over my, well, let's say, fixation over you the whole night. It was weird but it felt good, so we can just leave it at that." The way she was looking at me, frowning and filled with such seriousness, I wanted to give her a kiss, just to shock her. I was not THAT disturbed over it, more of I'm disturbed for her sake. I laughed a bit. "What? Why're you laughing?" and I told her why. "Oh, okay," she grinned sheepishly, "I was trying to comfort you the best I could. Don't worry, it's not a biggie for me either. Well, in any case, even if I were interested in you, I don't think I can take being a lesbian," she shrugged. "Okay, friends?" And we shook hands. "This is me," I said as we rolled along the front of my building. We sat inside the car for a while. It might sound strange, but despite what we just talked about, if she were a man, I would have been totally dying to ask him up. She looked like she was in no hurry to leave either. We stared at each other from the opposite sides of the car, leaning on the door. Seeing the futility of the situation, I leaned in for a hug, "Well, it was nice meeting you," I said and stepped out of the car. As I closed the door, she came dashing out and came to my side. "Wait, wait..." she said. It was almost light outside, yet the streets were still empty. We stood there silent for a while. Looking everywhere but at each other. Here we were standing on a dead sidewalk, streetlamps were still on and leaves gently blew past us—stop it! Stop looking too hard for signs! Stop being a drama queen and say goodbye, I scolded myself. The silence went on too long. Confused as I was to say goodbye, I knew I could. Then it hit me: if this was goodbye, I might as well make the most of this craziness (and get it out of my system). I spun her to face me and kissed her squarely on the mouth. Her cry of surprise melted into sighs. Her soft lips, so soft and so hungry. I felt she, too, just wanted to make the most out of this moment. Her tense body softened and felt it press against mine urgently. Our tongues intertwined, danced and sparred. She was delicious. Her tongue was delicious. She kissed my jawline, I kissed her eyes. My body began to throb and I was close to euphoric. We embraced so tightly there was no air between us. As we ended our hungry kiss, I felt her warm breath, her slow exhale against my face. We opened our eyes, glazed, and smiled. "Friends?" she laughed softly. "What now?" "I don't know, I don't know," I kept muttering because I really didn't, but I suppose the silly grin on my face said otherwise. We were then standing side by side, enough distance between us. "Come up with me?" Without a word, her hand crept to mine, shyly. I felt electricity as her slender fingers slid against mine, intertwining. I felt my smile widen to Joker proportions. I was giddy at the same time nervous. I had nothing to offer her expectations, as I was just as new to this as she was. We went in and as we stood waiting for the elevators, I looked at her and her eyes were boring into me. I wanted to kiss her, but I was in my building, with the night guard just a few meters away; I contented myself with just looking back. She stood slightly behind me in the elevator, to my left. As the elevator went up, I felt her right hand slowly climbing up, from my left hip to my right. I leaned towards her and we stayed like that for a few seconds. Tough I felt lust for her, but more so, I felt comfortable warmth. The doors opened six floors below mine, and an old woman stepped in. We both snapped out of our haze and stood at attention. "Good morning Mrs. L," I greeted stiffly. The old woman smiled back, "Hello, just going up to catch some fresh air by the deck." What's with old people and waking up at this time of the morning, I mentally complained to Mrs. L. M was slowly withdrawing her hand to put some distance between us, but my right hand caught it. She still tried to pull back, but I held on to it. M gave up, we rode the remaining floors with our hands laced behind me. As we got off my floor and walked to my unit, she hesitated. "Hey, listen... all this was fun but this is something different now. Can we agree if something's off, we can just stop and just talk and be friends?" Of course, I assured her, a bit relieved she was as nervous as I was. As we walked inside, she gave me the Look. Of Lust I presume. We sat by the sofa, facing each other, just as we did early that evening. "You want something to drink?" I asked. No, she answered a bit breathless and a shy smile. I picked up her hand, and held it to my face. I could smell her perfume, something I would use myself, musky fragrance. I kissed each fingertip; then the palm, once, twice, three times, then placed her hand a bit above the center of my chest. I got her other hand, kissed the fingertips and held it above her other rested hand. All the while, she just watched, as if enjoying the tribute I was giving her hands. She lifted herself and sat down in front of me, straddling my lap. She leaned in for a soft kiss. Kissing a woman is definitely unlike kissing a man. The pacing, slow, rhythmic, patient, but hungry. Which intensified as her tongue explored my mouth. Darting in and out. Sucking my lips. Darting in and out. I was almost livid. Her hands were in my hair. My hands were under her sweater, rubbing her back. "Do you know you're so beautiful?" she asked. She gathered my hair, which by now was a mess, then she paused. "Let's dance." Sure, I sighed breathlessly, glad this seemed to slow down our pace. I turned on the player for some fitting music. We danced slowly and so closely. We were in a tight embrace, eyes closed, and swayed to the smooth jazz playing. A few seconds into the song, she stirred and kissed my neck. "No kissing on the lips," I said with a smile. She smiled back wickedly. My hands went back under her sweater, massaging her back up and down. She had a very lean back, I felt the smooth but firm muscles, sliding as she moved. Her hands roamed my behind, nicely curved by my skirt. I ran the tip of my tongue down the side of her neck, from below her earlobe down to between her clavicles, marveling at the graceful hollowness at the center. I licked, she gasped. She ran her nose over my tilted face, breathing me in, and liking what she smelt as she mumbled in soothing tones. She then pushed her knee between my thighs. The cat was throbbing and I rubbed myself against her thigh. I heard my shameless moan and sighs, but when I opened my eyes, I saw her tilted face, looking up in the same ecstatic expression with her mouth slightly open. As I ground on her leg, we lifted her sweater and off it went. She had average sized breasts, a bit bigger than mine, with the nipples fully erect against the brassiere. My tongue continued its journey. From her clavicle, it went down to her cleavage then to her right breast. To be honest, after a few seconds of sucking, I realized it wasn't my thing (although I think she enjoyed it) and so with my tongue back to her neck, my left hand wandered over the front of her pants and rubbed up and down. She went berserk here and slammed me against the wall. "We're not dancing to the rhythm," I pointed out. M's flushed face broke into a smirk. She was so beautiful. Flawless pale skin, flush red lips and cheeks, as red as her hair. She covered my lips with a wild kiss, as if sucking the blood out of it. Our breasts were squished together. I felt her stomach rub against mine up and down. Her pubic bone gnashing against mine. My hand went up and down faster against her crotch as she pumped herself against my body. She held my hand over her crotch as she moaned with pleasure, "Stay there, stay there," she guided and whispered my name over and over. Unable to take it anymore, she dragged me back to the sofa, removed her pants and panty. Fully nude on my sofa, with legs partly apart she was more beautiful than I thought, so picturesque with her wavy red hair framing her face and a flame of red marking a sweet spot. "Come, baby," she invited, with an outstretched arm. I kneeled in front of her and kissed her belly. Very trim figure. As I kissed her, her hand caressed my hair. "Down there, please," she gasped after a few seconds. I knew how much she wanted it by the way her body rhythmically arched. My tongue lined the insides of her thighs to her pained delight. Then her legs moved to rest on top of my shoulders. My head was buried in her crotch. "Now," she panted. I lowered my head, until in slow motion, my lips met hers. It throbbed. Granted it was my first time to face this kind of lips, I was nervous as to what to do. I covered the big lips with kisses. She chuckled in approval. Then to the thinner lips. She smelled of arousal. "Now," she reminded me. "Shhhh..." I replied, to her exasperation. I kissed the big lips once more, and could see her opening wiggling in anticipation. With a big wet tongue, I ran it all across her clit. M gasped. Sensing she liked it, I swept my tongue back and forth, and in circles. Pointing my tongue sharp and hard, I quickly thrusted it inside, surprising her. She moaned as my tongue darted in and out. She was shaking with pleasure. "Baby, baby, now, now, mmm....." she moaned. She was near cumming. I darted my tongue in and out of her quicker, but this time a bit curled to the top while my thumbs massaged each side of her throbbing lips. She squeezed my hands tightly as she bucked wildly against my face. I rolled my tongue over and over her clit. Sweat lined her legs and crotch. Full force, I ravaged her with my tongue and mouth, as deep as I could, as hard as I could. She was shaking, shaking until, boom, she exploded. Her high pitched cries melted into sighs. I gave her one last kiss, then started back up. Kissing her stomach, her collarbone, her neck, then finally up to her mouth. We kissed for a long time, her legs curled behind me, locking me close to her. "Your turn, baby," she smiled as she tried to lift my tube top. I could see she was exhausted. Happy but exhausted. We both were. My mouth possessed hers, savoring her taste. "Later, let's rest for a while." She scooted to make room for me. As I closed my eyes, I felt her body behind me shift to a position then relax, to my delight as I liked spooning. I felt at peace with what just happened. It felt so natural and at home, to have this beautiful naked woman lying so close to me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear, with her arm and leg over me in a protective embrace, possessively, and caressing the side of my face. She took my hand and kissed the palm, long and tender. "Goodnight, baby," she whispered. Sleep came in no time. Only to be was roused from my sleep that afternoon by butterfly kisses on my back. First I can feel myself trembling. I've wanted you a long time, since we first met online and you touched yourself, coming for me on the phone. It turned me on so much that I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since. I want to move beyond that, to not only hear you, or watch your words as they appear on the screen, but to be with you when you come. I want to taste your cum, smell you, and feel your body as you orgasm, and not just wonder what that would be like anymore. My hands shake as I reach out to touch you, knowing we're crossing that forbidden line we've both been thinking of and talking about. You are standing with your back to me and don't expect me to move behind you and put myself against you, but I do. I slide my arms around you, my breasts pressing into you, and I lay my face against your shirt, and just stand like that for a minute, being with you in the flesh. I begin to move my hands along your back, up across the top of your shoulders, down your arms, feeling you for the first time through your shirt, inhaling your scent, getting accustomed to you. I raise your shirt in the back, slipping my hand inside so it's against your skin. I slide it from your back to your stomach. I want to undress you, and start to. Slowly, bending down, I kiss you where each bit of skin gets revealed, on your side, your back, your shoulder, your arm. I kiss the back of your neck, just below your ear, while my hands run along your sides past your waist downwards toward the back of your thighs, and up again, rubbing along your ass, then to the front of your legs, up and down your thighs, loving how your body feels as my hands stroke you everywhere I can reach. I listen to your breathing, and remember what you sound like when you come. I get your shirt off and toss it out of the way. I reach around your waist to unfasten your belt and then unbutton and carefully, very slowly, unzip you, letting my hand rest against the your cock, feeling it through your clothes under my palm, just for a few seconds, and I hear you hold your breath while my hand is against you, and I move it away. My arousal is growing quickly as I touch and taste your skin and feel your body under my hands. I feel heat start to build and spread through me, as inch by inch I slide your pants down, kissing and licking along the way, taking my time. I kiss and gently suck and nip everywhere, underneath your butt cheek where it meets you leg, then to the inside of your thigh, behind your knee, and the back of your calf, putting my mouth where the pants have left bare skin as they've come down, until you step out of them and turn around to face me. You pull me to you and kiss me, very gently at first; it's almost so subtle that I can barely feel it, and then harder as I respond. I open my mouth so you can taste me, and pull on your bottom lip sucking, to show you I want more, and you open your wider and slide your tongue across my lips, then inside, our tongues meet and the kiss gets harder and we start exploring each other's mouths, and then it's stronger now, with more urgency, and you grab my hair, twist it and use it to pull me towards you again, until we're kissing so hard it feels like my mouth might bruise. I feel sparks of electricity go off between my legs. I can't help it; I start to grind against your leg while we kiss and hear a moan escape me. Oh my god. We fall back onto the bed, kissing, and I pull my shirt off and throw it to the floor, then lay back and raise my hips up to slide my skirt down and off. I'm laying there in my bra and panties and black thigh highs. You bend and kiss my shoulder, reaching out to grab my breast and rub your thumb around and across my nipple, feeling it harden underneath my bra. My breasts are so sensitive that when you slip the cup of my bra down to uncover my nipple and put your mouth there, I feel like can come right then, with you sucking me, and I feel very early spasms already starting. But I'm busy running my hands up and down your body, wanting to touch your cock, but holding off, making myself wait. And not wanting to wait. You run your hands up and down me, my arms, my stocking covered legs, my sides, kissing and sucking my breasts, and I move so that one leg covers yours and you're on your back and then we're kissing again and I want to taste and see and feel you now, so I start to move down, licking you and nibbling on you as I go, and finally I'm between your legs and you open them for me and I lay my face against your lower belly, the heat of my breath on your cock, and I touch you with my hand, surprised how hard you are already, by how big and thick you really are, and good it feels to touch you. I knew it would. I look up at you and tell you I cannot wait to see what you taste like. I say that I've been anticipating this, wanting this. I know you want it to, which excites me even more. I only have to move very slightly, lick my lips, and then slide them over the head of your cock until my mouth is wrapped about you. I begin to swirl my tongue around the head, playing with the little indention underneath. I press down and open my mouth further, sliding you deeper and deeper inside my wet mouth, sucking, pulling you in. I start to move up and down on you, gliding my tongue along the underside of your shaft, circling the head, back down as far as I can take you in, drooling now, loving how you taste, smelling your most intimate smells while I'm fucking you with my mouth. After a while, I move myself back, and down the bed a little bit, so I can have access to your balls while I play with your cock with my hands. I brush my face across your balls, back and forth, then my lips. My tongue travels to the crease where your legs meet your groin, and I lick up along the groove, burying my face there, then across, moving my tongue underneath your balls and behind them, and then up and down on the other side. I'm so turned on I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, and I lick and suck your balls, opening my mouth to take one in, holding it so carefully there, gently sucking it for a while, teasing you with my tongue, and then I move to the other, bringing it into my mouth, moving my tongue on it, around it, across it. I pull gently, and suck them while I'm rubbing your cock with my hand, playing with you, sliding my thumb back and forth over your opening, and then I release your balls from my mouth and cup them in my hand, holding and fondling them, and head back up to your dick. I take it all this time, down deep in the first thrust and hold it there for a few seconds, way down in my throat, and then go back up and down again over and over while I'm pumping the base of your cock with my hand. You're rock hard now. I concentrate on the head of your cock again, and bob up and down a there for awhile, and alternate that with sucking and licking your shaft, and taking you all the way in and then almost out of my mouth, moving up and down on you, and your hand is on my head, your fingers wrapped in my hair, not forcing me, but guiding me lower, to take you in deeper and deeper, helping me find a way to accommodate your hard cock in my mouth, as much as I can get down, and then it's getting faster, and you tell me you want it sucked harder and deeper and that you want me to keep taking it all in. You want to come, you say, and I keep sucking you, sliding you in and out, and your breathing gets harder and faster until you start to moan now, and your body stiffens and I keep moving my mouth over your cock. You tell me it feels sooo good, that you're getting close. You start begging me to make you come. You want to come so bad. I'm moaning now, it's so hot. You can feel the vibration of my moan on your cock. You're moaning too now and I can feel you on the verge, listening as your breath gets raspier, hearing the animal sounds you're making, until I suddenly feel your cum shoot into my mouth while you hold my head perfectly still so I can't move with you anymore, and here comes more and more cum as you hold me there, until I'm drinking your cream and it's running down my chin, and I'm swallowing as much down as I can. I keep my mouth on you until I feel you release the pressure of your hand on me, and i just stay that way, holding you in my mouth, relishing the taste of your cum. Later, you slide your hand down to my panties and rub me through them. As you do this, you tell me you're going to fuck me now. Oh god. I can feel how wet my panties are from getting so excited when I sucked you. And now it's getting worse, from what you're saying to me and the way you're touching me. You take a finger and slide my panties over to the side and work your way to my slit. Before you fuck me, you say, you're going to make me cum using your fingers, and your mouth. First First She was egging him on while they sat on the lawn, behind a dormitory at their college. "Just Do it. Don't be a chicken-shit. You know I want you to, so what is stopping you?" He couldn't come up with a good reason not to kiss her; not to physically show her how he had felt about her since they had met. "I don't know," was the only reply he could spit out. She started to pester him more, physically. She grabbed handfuls of dead leaves and started shoving them into his t-shirt. Started shoving and poking him. "Just do it," she said, again and again. They had been at this for almost an hour. He wanted to give in, but was afraid of what that meant, for him, for her, for both of them. At the forefront of his mind was the fact that he was a virgin, and he knew she was experienced in that field. He felt that a kiss would change everything. "Come on, please? You don't have a good reason not to." He considered the statement for a moment. Then took a plunge. He reached for her, put his hands on either side of her face and drew her in. His heart beat uncontrollably as their lips met, parted, and their passion ignited. "See, that wasn't so hard was it?" she said, as they moved away from each other. "No, it wasn't. It was great. I would like to do that again, but that made me hard, and I think I need to sit here a minute before we get going." They sat and talked, holding and rubbing each other's hands. They stood and made their way back to her dorm room. Her roommate was not there, she rarely was. Once inside the door, she turned and locked it, before turning again to face him. She smiled at him sweetly. He approached her slowly. Reaching out and touching her face once again. "I am glad you convinced me to do that. I have wanted to for a while now," he said. She placed her hands on his hips and moved her mouth closer to him. Their lips met once more. With more passion and intent. Their tongues exploring each other's mouths. They moved to the side of the loft that was in most of the dorms on this campus. He continued to kiss her, and she kissed him back. He felt his stiff cock pressing against his clothing, felt the instinct to use his erection. He moved his hands down to her breasts and felt the weight of them. He tenderly caressed and squeezed them in his hands, feeling his cock grow harder still. He pulled away from her soft lips, watching her face as he continued caressing her breasts. The look of joy and sexual excitement aroused him. As he leaned in to kiss her again, he slid a hand down the front of her pants, placing the other on her back. He felt his fingers run through her pubic hair, and found her moist slit. He slowly started to rub a finger over her clit as they kissed. She started to moan through her kisses, and he pulled his lips from hers to look her in the eye. She looked back at him, aroused and feeling his finger on her. She was breathing heavily; he could feel her legs starting to shake with what he could only imagine was an orgasm. She suddenly announced, "I can't keep standing if you are going to keep doing that." He pulled his hand from her pants. "You want me to stop?" he asked, suddenly feeling like he may have done something wrong. "No, just, let me kneel at least," she replied, and sank to her knees. He joined her, kneeling next to her. He reached his hand back to her pants, but had to unlace them to allow his hand access. He slid his hand back to her pussy and started rubbing her clit again. She moaned and looked him in the eye. Soon she was cumming again, and her body shook as the feeling coursed through her. He leaned in and kissed her as the orgasm subsided. "Let's go up to the bed. I want you inside me," she whispered. As she stood, she pulled off her shirt and dropped her pants, leaving them where they lay. He drank in the sight. Her milky white skin juxtaposed by her black bra and panties. She grabbed his hands and kissed him, before turning to climb the ladder to the bed. He watched her ass as she ascended the ladder and rolled onto the bed. He took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor; followed by his jeans. He kept his boxers on, embarrassed for someone to see him naked with an erection. He climbed onto the bed next to her and laid down, turning his body toward her. She ran one hand down his shoulder to his forearm. Her hand drifted across his stomach and down toward his cock. "I don't want to do this if you are not ready," she said. His response was to kiss her. "I do. I want you," he replied. He placed his hand on her covered pussy and caressed her, as she reached into his boxers and pulled his cock out. They laid next to each other on the twin mattress, caressing each other's sex. They continued to kiss while they used their hands to explore each other's bodies. After a few minutes he reached around her and unsnapped her bra, freeing her breasts. He grabbed one breast in his hand and caressed it. He drew his mouth to her nipple and sucked on it for a moment. She let out an audible moan. "Please," she said, "will you let me have it?" She rolled onto her back and slipped her panties off, exposing her mound. He looked at her entire body, feeling a bit embarrassed again. He followed her lead and slipped his boxers off. "How...where should I be?" he asked, blushing, and running a hand over her. She grabbed his shoulder and guided him over her, moving her legs around him. He placed his arms on either side of her, and looked down at her. "I don't have a condom," he said, blushing again. "I have other birth control. Don't worry, be happy!" she said, with a silly grin. He kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth; feeling her body against his. She was warm and soft. Their mouths parted. "Are you ready?" she asked, a look of arousal on her face. She reached a hand down and grabbed his cock, guiding his member to the entrance of her pussy. He could feel the heat of her sex on the foreskin of his cock. It made him want to feel the inside of her pussy. To finally know what is was like to be inside another person. "Slowly," she whispered to him, "you will remember this forever." He pushed the head of his cock against her pussy, feeling the lips part and draw him in; peeling back his foreskin. Slowly, he pushed forward, his cock gliding past her lips and up into her. She moaned as he made his final push, burying his cock inside her. "Oh my god," he said, "that feels amazing." He pulled his cock out slowly, leaving only the tip inside her. "Keep going," she said with a smile, "it gets even better." She ran her nails up and down his back, encouraging him to love her. He began moving his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy. They moaned together, feeling each other's energy and desire. "Faster," she moaned, "please, can you go faster?" He began moving his hips more quickly. Still soaking in each and every moment. He had done his share of masturbating while growing up, and could last for some time, but this was different. He could feel his orgasm growing closer. "I think I am going to cum," he moaned, "Oh god, it feels so good!" She started to scratch his back with force. "Please, cum. I can cum with you," she said, "Look me in the eyes when you do." He had not realized that his eyes had been closed up to this point. Probably a result of his natural shyness. He opened them and looked at her, absorbing her sultry beauty. "Thank you," she said, and kissed him. Only a stroke or two more at that moment, and he would cum. "Oh fuck," he moaned, "I am going to cum!" He kept his pace steady, feeling her pussy pulsate and squeeze around his cock. Her nails dug deeper into his back as she moaned, "Now, please! I'm cumming!" She moved her hands to his face. As she came, she looked deep into his eyes. "I am cumming too!" he announced. He felt his cum flow into her, filling in the space his cock did not take-up. His cock pulsated inside her. He laid on top of her, cock still buried deep in her pussy; his head resting on her shoulder. "Thank you. I really liked that," he said, "I would like to do that again." She giggled and pulled his head up to look into his eyes. "Thank you for letting me be your first," she said. "We will do that again! But, right now I need to get up for a minute." He rolled off of her and laid on his back. She climbed down the ladder, disappearing from his sight. He rested his arms behind his head and looked at the ceiling; naked, his cock beginning to soften. She returned to his side moments later and laid on his arm, looking at him. "How did you know how to use your fingers like that if you have never done anything like this?" she inquired, placing a hand on his chest and running her fingers over him. He chuckled, "I don't know, it just seemed like that was the way to do it. Was it okay?" He blushed once again, thinking he may have done something wrong. It was her turn to chuckle. "Yes, it was amazing." she replied, and kissed him on the cheek. They spent the rest of the afternoon, and most of the night laying in her bed, talking and touching each other. He never wanted the day to end. First 2 Come "The first one to cum will be the play thing for all these men." Master gestured with his hand to show us the assembled men. There was 6 of them plus the Master. This was one of his games, his power struggles, to prove how much he controlled us by having us pit against each other. Master has not been happy with my attitude lately and he definitely needed to prove his control to the new girl. We were tied with our hands under a flat board, balanced on a fulcrum. We were joined in a scissor formation, my right over her left and our pussies snuggly together. We were inserted with a double headed vibrator. "Are you ready?" he was not really asking us. "Let us begin!" He reached over and turned the vibrator on to the first setting. Jill's sudden jolt away from the instant buzz sent her backwards and tilting her down just a little. She squealed out with surprise as my weight was brought forward because we were tied so securely together. The men moved forward and around to watch, cheering on both of us. Most had very pronounced hardons pushing their trousers out. I jerked my legs up, forcing Jill's legs up and her end of the vibrator pushed in side her. She whimpered again. Master reached over and flicked up the tempo. There was 2 more setting to go. I closed my eyes, to concentrate. "No, no Shannon. That's cheating. You have to keep you eyes open. That's a penalty. Men, you may touch Shannon for 5 seconds." Eager hands slid over my body, teasing nipples, belly and over my humming sex. Damn it! "Stop!" The hands withdrew but not before they did damage to my control. I could win this though and I jerked my legs again, adding a slight twist. "Shannon!" Jill called to me. "Please, stop!" "No way bitch, I'm not getting fucked by these horny bastards." Master scowled at me for calling his clients bastards but his expression eased when they hooted and laughed. They began to cheer me on. "Shannon, Shannon! Fuck her Shannon, make her cum. We want her Shannon, give her to us!" The board tilted down more, sending Jill upside down and I tried to squirm down after her, pushing and twisting. My own cunt was dripping wet but I felt I had better control than Jill and so I went for it, figuring I'd send her over the edge before I did. "Gentlemen, why don't you show the winner what is in store for her." The 6 men stripped naked, most stroked their already hard cocks to purple swollen erection. "You may insert your cocks into their mouths one at a time for 5 seconds." Bastard! That's not fair! He knows I love the feel of a thick mushroom head slipping past my lips. The board was brought back level, making me lose my advantage. Our heads were turned to one side and then the other for six times. Again I decided to push the envelope and as I had each cock in my mouth, I would moan with pleasure for Jill to hear. I humped my ass up and down and twisted like I couldn't get enough. And when the six had their turns, Master leaned over and skipped the next level on the control, pushing it all the way up. Jill began to cry. I knew why. I pushed and twisted until the board once again tilted her head down. She could not escape and she cried out loudly when she came. The men all cheered! And with their approval ringing in my ears, I came too. There was another round of approval when they realized I had cum too. Jill and I were untied. She tried to claw at me but the men had her securely amongst themselves. Master grabbed her hair and tilted her neck back. "You shall not fight! You will accept your fate. Be good to my guests for if you are not, I will remember this." Master attached the small chain to my throat collar and led me from the room. I did not look back when I heard the men roar with pleasure nor as their toy began to whimper and cry out.