0 comments/ 73683 views/ 1 favorites Her First Toy By: T_R It's later this afternoon, and you are laying back on your bed, you've been reading some erotic stories, so you're slightly aroused. After a couple of the stories you figure what the hell, and pull your skirt up, pushing your thong panties to one side, toying with your outer lips, rubbing them lightly. Your fingers push back and forth through the wetness forming beneath them, Rubbing your clit, your mind fills with images from the stories, images of pool tables, star lit nights, and hot tubs. You push one finger inside yourself, rubbing your clit with your thumb, your body writhing underneath your touch. You didn't hear me knock on your dorm room door. I'd tried two or three times, but you didn't answer, one of your neighbors said that you were there, so I pushed the door open just a bit. I see you on your bed, your eyes screwed shut, your fingers buried inside of you. I quickly come inside your room and quietly shut the door behind me. I'm bringing you a late birthday gift, a brand new vibrator. I strip down as you continue to pleasure yourself. "You really know how to tease a guy." You jump at my words, but you're too far gone to stop. You continue, staring at the new toy in my hand. "Is that for me?" "Well, it ain't for me silly, don't stop." I walk over to your bed and help you take off your shirt, skirt and panties, and we make sure that between our hands there's always something touching your wet pussy. I kiss you on the lips and bring your new toy up to where you can get a good look at it. "It has fresh batteries in it." Your eyes lit up at that comment. I put it to your mouth and you eagerly suck it in, I fuck your mouth with it briefly getting it good and wet before tracing it down your body, between your tits which I am now playing with and sucking on, across your stomach, circling around your belly button, before finishing the journey between your legs. I pull your hand out of your wet little hole and push the on button on the vibrator as I touch it to your clit. "OOOOH," you moan, "that is sooooo different.....I like it." Slowly I circle your clit with the tip of your new toy, before pushing it into you. "Oh my god, that feels great." Your mouth drops open with the new pleasure. I continue to push it in and out of you while I suck on your nipples. Finally I can't stand it anymore, I have to be inside of you. I turn you over and put you on your hands and knees. I push the head of my cock to your open waiting wet pussy. My other hand reaches around and puts the tip of the vibrator right on your clit, as I push myself into you. You bury your face in your pillows because this new experience is going to make you scream soon. I begin quickly thrusting in and out of you pushing the vibrator against your swollen clit, you do scream into your pillow, followed by moans of pleasure. The vibrations are affecting me too, and I tell you that I'm about to cum. "Pull out of me," you manage to say between gasps for air. I pull my cock out of you but I leave the vibrator right on your clit as I stroke myself. I suddenly cum without any warning, it splashes on your ass, seeping down the crack of your ass. The naughty feeling of my cum dripping down your ass is too much for you and you cum, our juices mixing together and running down your thighs. I'm not done with you yet, though. I push my cock into that cum on your ass and rub it around getting it nice and slick to push inside of you. As I push my thick head into your ass, I push the vibrator up inside your pussy. Your face goes immediately back into your pillow. I go slow in my strokes into your backside, but I have to hand the vibrator off to you, so that you can control the pace that it slides in and out of you. You finally get used to the large intruder in your ass and you are furiously humping the vibrator in and out of your pussy, moaning each time your hand grazes your clit on the in stroke. It doesn't take long for me to match your rhythm, just the opposite of yours, as you push it into you, you push your hips back into me and I push myself deeper into you. You remember the story about the hot tub and begin to grip my cock inside of you. Basically stroking it with the muscles in your ass. I can't hold out any more and I pull back but not before I start to cum. The first shot goes in your ass, but the second is after I've pulled out and hits your pussy lips right where the vibrator is pushing you towards orgasm. You violently hit an orgasm, your whole body spasming and shaking as you drop your vibrator. I can tell that you only got half way through your orgasm so I quickly drop my mouth down to your pussy, pushing my tongue inside of you. That is all it takes for you to finish, with an earth-shattering orgasm that has you moaning into your pillows to try to keep quiet. As you roll over on your side and I crawl up next to you I whisper "Happy belated Birthday, hon." "mmmmmmm," is all you can manage to reply. Her First Toy In October of 1996 my ex, Pam and I visited her sister, Katy and her husband, Dan at their new second home in the mountains north of Atlanta. The house was a new small 4 room bungalow in a small college town that they had purchased as their retirement home and was in contrast to our large home in the suburbs. We had enjoyed the hot fall days walking in the quaint town and hiking in the mountains. Late on the last night of our visit to their home, my ex and I were lying naked on the air mattress in their den facing each other kissing and caressing. She rolled onto her back and while maintaining a deep kiss, I slowly moved my hand over her flat mid-section, over her neatly trimmed pubic mound and between her slightly open thighs. I slid my palm over her entire pussy and gently stroked her pussy. I could feel her arousal and she moaned very softly. (I mentioned it was a very small house.) In an effort to introduce some variety to our usual foreplay ritual where I would continue this gentle pussy palming until she came, I moved my hand back up to her navel and returned to her by then very wet pussy and used my middle finger to directly touch her clit. She angrily pushed my hand away since she had an extreme aversion while sober to direct stimulation of her love button. At that point it did not look like either of us was going to get off that night. I was really sorry and I tried to explain to her that I was trying to spice up the moment. She was not amused. As we could do in that point in our marriage we were able to view it as a humorous incident and we discussed as we had several times before (this time in hushed voices) what kind of stimulation turned us on. The whispering turned to her giggling when I related that the first time that I came when I masturbated, that I had moved my pillow between my legs and humped it while pretending that it was the blonde beauty in the second row of my eighth grade English class. Then I whispered a question in her ear," How did you first come when you masturbated?" Pam said, "I am too embarrassed to tell you." In pressing for an answer I joked, "Give me a hint and I will try to guess." She said, "I used something you would find in the home." I asked, "Which room?" She said, "Guess!" I started my guesses, " Was it the kitchen and with a cucumber?" She giggled a little louder and said, "Not the first time." Next I guessed, "The basement and with your mother's massager?" The massager was not the wand type of today but rather a device that was the size of a treadmill and had belt that went around the mid-section and a motor that moved the belt. Pam laughed out loud at that one and said ,"You have a vivid imagination but next time we go there I'll have to see if the thing still works." My next guess, "Was it the bedroom and did you hump a pillow like me." She said," I have tried a pillow many times as a warm up but can't quite get an orgasm from doing that." Then said," I give up." She didn't want to quit yet so she urged me on, "You forgot about the bathroom!" I thought to myself, "I think she is enjoying our game and she might actually tell me. But there are a hundred things in the bathroom. Which one is it?" "The handle on a hairbrush?" I asked. "Not even close," she answered. "A comb?" She shook her head no. "A toothbrush?" "Uh!Uh?" "A toothpaste tube?' "Nope!" "A small bottle?" "You're close," and Pam blurted out," it was a Tickle deodorant bottle!" Then she literally threw herself on me and planted an almost violent French kiss on me while quickly but gently groping my dick. She was really turned on and she proceeded to warm me up by taking my rapidly hardening dick between her lips and flicking the head with her tongue as only she could. When I was hard she slung her leg over, and rode me like a cowgirl for about a minute to an intense orgasm. She collapsed forward onto me and smothered my mouth with a kiss as she came to muffle her usual load moan of pleasure. We had this movement we had choreographed where we would transition from the cowgirl position to the missionary position without uncoupling. I remember how tightly she held her legs around me that night as we performed it. Pam was still aroused and came again after a few minutes and then she held back until I couldn't anymore. I could feel my juices building up and started pounding into her. She bucked right back holding her own despite the 80lb difference in our weight. We both came at the same time. The intensity was only magnified by the need to stifle our orgasm noises because of our hosts on the other side of the wall. The next morning as we were getting into our rental car and saying goodbye, Katy said impishly, "We're 'Tickled Pink' that we were able to come up to see us." At first Pam blushed, but then the two of them giggled while Dan and I broke out into laughs. Despite our efforts to be quiet, they had heard everything and in our passion we never noticed their love-making on the other side of the wall. Katy teased Pam, "Baby sister, do you remember who told you about sex when Mom dodged your questions? Remember when you were 10 and you asked her why Walt's (their younger brother) pee-pee got hard sometimes and she told you it was because he ate too many potato chips?. Who told you that it was because he needed to put it inside of a girl and it wouldn't go in soft? And by the way didn't you walk in my room a few years later and see me making use of the Tickle?" Pam shot right back, "Bet you didn't know that you were getting 'sloppy-seconds' that day!" We all laughed heartily at the exchange and we drove off to Atlanta to catch our flight early the next morning. As we drove Pam slid across the seat and sat very close to me. We groped each other never making it to Atlanta that evening. We made an unscheduled stop along the way at a Georgia State Park and hiked up a trail kissing and fondling each other along the way. Pam was wearing a pink blouse that she had tucked into cut-off jeans. At the start, I dared her to take off her bra, un-tuck her blouse and tie it under her breasts ala "Daisy Duke". I expected her to take off her blouse to do this but she used the old "take off the bra under the blouse" trick. My attempt to see her topless in the wild was foiled, but she did give me the extra treat of unbuttoning all the buttons on the blouse flashing her tits before she tied it. Pam took the lead as we followed the trail and the sight of her tight little ass in the tight cut-offs and her bare mid-drift was more than I could resist. Several times along the way I would stop her, place my hand between her legs from behind and caress her thighs sliding it up to her ass cheeks and crotch. She complained at first, but after the third time she would lean back into me and crane her neck back for a kiss. I would then reach around and under her blouse to cup her breasts. We were both very hot from the foreplay and the 80 degree day, so after about 30 minutes we found a spot next to a stream where we thought we were alone, stripped each other and went skinny dipping. We were in the water for about 10 minutes alternately embracing and splashing each other, when we noticed a bald eagle circling above. I wonder what the majestic bird was thinking as he eyed the two human intruders to his realm. After a few more minutes we got out of the stream and then realized that we didn't have a towel to dry off, so we had to air dry. We did have a camcorder so I picked up and started to video my mountain nymph who frolicked around the stream-bank and played to the camera. Her poses ranged from coy to seductive and at one point she sat on a rock spread her legs and played with her pussy. The tape ran out and as I was changing it, she beckoned to me to and I put down the camera with our clothes and obediently came to her, sat next to her, and replaced her hand with mine. We kissed and she put her hand on my dick. We fondled each other for several minutes and we were both close to cumming when we were jolted by the sound of a gunshots and swearing voices that seemed very close. We grabbed our clothes and the camcorder, scrambled into a clump of some bushes and hurriedly dressed ourselves. It was then that two "good old boys" came off the trail. We were pretty sure that they didn't see us. We could hear that they were both complaining about missing their shots at the buck. They walked down near the stream where our clothes had been piled and one of them bent over and picked up a black item and said to his buddy, "I 'rekin' some tourists dropped this tape, Jake. Should I toss it?" "Yeah! It's probably boring 'scenry' and 'critter' stuff, Homer." The buddy replied. Homer skimmed the tape across the stream where it hit a rock and shattered. I looked at Pam and she whispered, "If those two yokels knew what was on that tape besides 'seenry', I'll bet they would have jerked off every night watching it. I just put on quite a show for the camera!" We waited about ten minutes after they went on and I waded out and retrieved the tape from the water. The cassette was shattered and some of the tape inside had come off the spool. It was ruined. I shook off the excess water and asked Pam, "What we should do with it?" "We can't leave it here. Some animal might try to eat it and die." She answered. "We can toss it in the trash when we get home." With that settled, I put the tape in my shorts pocket and we hiked back to the car. We got in and the fondling and groping resumed and continued until we reached Dahlonega, the next town. We were still about two hours from ATL but we pulled into the first motel and got a room. We were on each other immediately and the sex was incredible, as was the video-posing Pam did after we finished. But that's another story. Her First Trio The two main characters in most of my stories are based on my wife and myself and tend to be about first time experiences, do not take them too literally. If you read all my stories then we have had many first experiences, so they will often contradict each other, they are more about stories I have created to capture those first feelings we had. All I can say is that many of the events are true and the feelings we experienced are all true. Her First Trio. I’m sure many couples have instances during their life together, that help to set the boundaries for the ensuing chapter of their relationship, a fork in life’s rocky road so to speak, where a wrong turn may alter the rest of the path ahead for good or ill. Thousands of stories on this site alone testify to the fact, last night was one such moment for us. Not massively sexually cataclysmic by many more adventurous couples standards, no great leap, but definitely a couple of tiny steps on the road to sexual enlightenment. My wife Anne, who I adore and still fancy the knickers off, is no shrinking violet in the arena of bedroom gymnastics. Not unlike the heroine of many a sordid tale published here, she can be positively filthy, a quality I have always found attractive in a woman. However, it is always within the confines of a normal monogamous relationship; last night we introduced a third party, albeit in thought only. Cuddled up together on the couch, watching a fairly erotic porn film on the telly. A regular Friday night in for us, bath bottle of wine and a film, not always porn, but Anne had borrowed this one from a female friend, who vouched for the highly erotic content. Anne was wearing just a short white silky nightgown and I had on a pair of baggy cotton shorts. I had already pulled the sash of her nightgown as we watched the plot unfold, my left arm around her shoulders pulling her to me as my right hand pulled the silky material away from her breasts, she has gorgeous breasts still very firm at forty years old. She never had children for one reason or another and as a small recompense for this; her body is in wonderful shape, kept slim, firm and wonderfully toned without having to work out excessively. I love to watch her and still get that rush of anticipation as she reveals herself to me, either consciously as we ready to make love or unconsciously as I she goes about the house, often scantily clad or even naked. She is a bit of an exhibitionist who is proud of her body and likes to show it off and I am a voyeur who loves to see it, perfect match, so to speak. She was gently stroking my cock through the front of my shorts as she watched, eyes never diverted from the action on screen. The action in question, showed a very attractive natural looking young blonde woman seducing and being seduced by two men in a hotel nightclub. It was considerably subtler than the usual porno flick, where the silicone enhanced starlet, usually gets shagged senseless by two or three of the male leads within five minutes of the film starting. I’m sure the outcome will eventually be pretty much the same, but this particular plot was easier to watch, as each man takes turns to dance with, kiss and caress increasingly more private and sensitive parts of her body, before she accompanies them both to a hotel room, for drinks and more of the same attention. I could understand why this film could appeal to broad-minded sexy women; it created an atmosphere of sexual tension and a sense of anticipation as the plot unfolded. We both watched, as the young woman, sandwiched between the two men, swaying gently to music was slowly being undressed whilst passionately kissing each man in turn. I turned my attention back to Anne’s erect nipples, wetting the tips of my fingers with my tongue before gently stroking each one in turn. Her breathing was heavier as the scene unfolded and my fingers increasingly teased other parts of her body. I stroked lower, pulling the robe completely open to reveal her recently trimmed pussy, my fingers stroked the very short pubic hairs before gently wafting them over her pubic bone and onto her clit. She gasped gently and parted her legs slightly allowing better access for my searching fingertips. I wet them again with my lips and returned them quickly to her most sensitive spot, not wishing to lose the momentum. She watched the young woman, now completely naked, release each mans cock from their trousers in turn, before stroking them both to full erection, cock in each hand as they inserted prying fingers into the most intimate parts of her body. Anne shuddered to a tiny orgasm as I inserted a finger into her, whilst rubbing her clit against my thumb; She often comes easily and it hadn’t taken much effort this time, due to her aroused state. “You’re into this, aren’t you?” I asked, whilst continuing to tease her clit. “Its ok I suppose,” she responded, still breathing heavily. “You can’t kid me, you’re well into it.” “Its very erotic, not too in your face, I can see why Kate recommended it.” Kate was Anne’s friend, the owner of the video, and her good friend for years; she lived with Anne for a while before we got together, when she was between relationships. I liked Kate and she obviously still had a bit of a wild side, they still went out for the odd girls night out. Although they were both now settled down, I know that they both liked and often encouraged a bit of male attention, as do many women if they were honest. I get slight pangs of jealousy when I think about it even though I trust Anne completely, but I am quite proud of the fact that young men are attracted towards her. I never understood some men’s reaction to the attention their spouses may receive, would they rather be with women completely unattractive to others. I know I would not and as a huge bonus, whether because of the attention she receives or the alcohol she consumes, I suspect a little of both, she comes home unbelievably horny. We have some of our best sex after she has been out into town with her friends. “Do you think Kate’s ever been with two men at the same time?” I was fishing. “I know she has.” “Get out of it,” I responded, surprised. She turned to look at me. “You’d better not tell anybody,” she snapped, “ I shouldn’t really say anything, she’d kill me.” “You’ll have to tell me now, or I’ll badger you until you confess all.” “Ok, when she was at college, she was two timing two other students, sleeping with them both.” “That doesn’t count.” “I know, are you going to let me tell you?” “Ok, sorry,” I smiled. “It turns out, both guys played for the rugby team and got to talking about the girl they were both sleeping with, swapping notes like you men do, before realising they were talking about the same girl.” “Fuck!” I exclaimed. “Exactly, Anyway they confronted her and told her to choose.” “Well!” “She chose both of them.” “And they were ok about that?” “Must have been, lasted for six months, they even went on holiday together during summer break. She says they only actually got into a threesome a handful of times, rest of the time they took turns.” “Nasty girl” I mused. “Not nasty men then,” she shot back defending her friend. “Of course,” I corrected, not wishing to incur her feminist wrath, especially as she had removed her hand from my cock. I pulled her face to mine kissing her passionately, I was even hornier now, and I knew she still was because she reached for my cock again, this time sliding her hand under the waistband of my shorts, grasping me tightly. I stroked her clit again, whilst our tongues snaked into each other’s mouths. I pulled away seized by the overwhelming urge to torture myself “Have you ever done it?” I asked bravely. “What?” “You know, had two men at the same time,” I was on dodgy ground now, turned on in some weird way by the thought, but not sure how I would react to a positive response. Slight pause. “No,” she replied. Disturbed by the pause and doubting the sincerity of the response I continued “Ever thought about it?” “Course I have,” she replied, “Me and million other women probably” “Would you do it though?” She paused “I could understand the attraction,” she replied, grinning, giving my cock a little squeeze, she was teasing me now. “So can I.” She raised her eyes “Ya think? I’d like to see your reaction to me doing that” she gestured towards the screen. The girl was lied on her back whilst being fucked by one man, she was sucking the other mans cock as he knelt by her head. “Nothing wrong with fantasizing about it though” I grinned back “True,” she replied, “I do it all the time.” “Nasty girl.” “I know, fuck me,” she commanded. She remained seated on the sofa, as I positioned myself knelt between her thighs. I pulled open her nightgown all the way and gazed at her erect nipples and swollen pussy lips as she parted her legs a little further. Sliding my hands slowly up the outside of her thighs and onto her hips, I pulled her to the edge before stooping to run my tongue along the length of her slit. I lifted up her legs to spread her wide. “Hold your legs,” I instructed. She grabbed her thighs, spreading herself wide open for me, I spread the cheeks of her bottom and licked the sensitive spot above her ass, receiving an appreciative gasp I ran the tip around the rim before continuing up to tease her clit. I lifted up and held my cock in my hand up against her pussy, rubbing it gently before sliding it in. “Aaaggh!” she exclaimed loudly. I fucked her hard as she bucked into me all the time ordering me to fuck her even harder, we often talked dirty during wild sex and I loved it, this was a little different, we had opened the door to a different fantasy. I pulled her up to kiss her, our tongues buried deep in each others mouths, then kissing and nibbling her neck. “What are you thinking?” she whispered in my ear as I pounded into her. I paused for a moment, fork in the road, easy to get this wrong, I might be way off, but I had an idea what she was thinking about and if I pushed the right buttons, she would be insatiable. This was how we were, I had not been fantasizing about anything in particular, but I was now. “We are on the beach,” I ventured; we had used this one before. “What are we doing?” “This.” “Oh yes! “ “We’re being watched,” she loves the idea of being watched during sex, we have been caught a couple of times outdoors. “Who by? This was new, she never asked for details before, second fork. “A young bloke.” “How young?” “In his twenties.” “Oh yes!” she gasped. Bingo! Proceed to next fork. Don’t get me wrong it was her buttons I was trying to push, not my own, I get off by her getting off and she definitely seemed to be getting off. “Where is he?” she asked. “He’s moving closer, kneeling next to us, watching you.” “What’s he wearing?” “Really tight Speedo’s, his cock is poking out of the top, you’ve made him hard, can you picture it?” She closed her eyes “Oh yes!” “What’s he doing?” I turned it around on her; I wanted her to tell me what she was thinking. “He’s touching it.” “Do you want him to take it out?” “Yes.” “Do you want to see his cock? See how turned on you’ve made him?” “Yes.” “He’s pulled his trunks down, can you see his cock?” “Yes.” “He’s stroking it while he watches you.” “Oh yes,” her eyes were still closed; I knew she was picturing it; I was so turned on to see her like this and wondered how far her fantasy reached. “He wants to touch you, stroke your nipples, should we let him?” “Yes,” no hesitation there, I started to pinch her nipples. “Oh, that’s it, god I’m coming, come with me.” “He’s coming as well, his cock is right at the side of us, do you want him to come?” “Oh fuck, yes, come inside me, I’m coming.” I duly obliged, we came together, all three of us. We lay together for a while, panting, our heavy breathing gently subsiding; not knowing what to say now the moment was over. “Did you enjoy that?” I broke the silence. “Did you?” probably a little concerned of my reaction at her enthusiasm. I let her off the hook. “Oh yes, very sexy,” I did and it was, even if I was concerned by her enthusiasm. “So did I.” “I think that’s the under statement of the year, nasty girl.” She giggled. “I am, aren’t I?” That was it; we gathered up our things and went to bed. That was last night, this morning I lay in bed at the side of my sleeping wife tormenting myself with the thoughts of her involved in a threesome, convincing myself there was a reason for her pausing before answering my question. I pulled the covers away from her to watch her breasts rise and fall as she slept. She stirred a little as reached out to stroke her nipples, before moving my hand down her naked body to tease her clit with the tip of my index finger. Her breathing quickened as I applied a little more pressure, I wanted to wake her up to an orgasm and seemed to be succeeding as she began to moan softly, probably not quite awake but still with her eyes closed. It took a couple of minutes before she tensed, cried out softly, and shuddered to a smallish orgasm. She opened her eyes to look at me, smiling. “Morning,” she said to me “ that was nice, can I have another please?” “Ok, if you tell me something.” “Oh, ok what would you like to know.” “Last night when I asked whether or not you’d had a threesome, you paused before answering, I don't think you were exactly telling the truth.” She looked at me “why do men do this?” “What?” “Interrogate their wives and girlfriend about their sexual past, getting all turned on and freaked out at the same time.” She had a point, but I still wanted to know, I wanted her to convince me I was wrong, thinking it was ok to get all horny over the thought of it, providing it never actually happened. We definitely are the weaker sex, or at least the more immature. “You’re mistaking me for one of those Neanderthals you dated in the past, I’m way further up the evolutionary ladder than any of those intellectual pygmies, we can talk to each other about anything,” not sure who I was trying to convince. She turned towards me “What a load of crap,” she was right of course, so I didn’t respond. “Ok, I’ll tell you what happened.” Oh fuck, I thought, she’s actually done it. “It was while I was with Tony.” Anne had been married before we met, her ex had been a real shit over the break up, no details needed, but as she explained to me that they had virtually no sex life for the last years of their marriage resulting in her inevitable frustration and terrible low self esteem. She felt unattractive and needed a lift, Tony was a friend of a friend’s friend, introduced to her at a party, he did this for her. They had a twelve-month on off relationship of sorts, he had other girlfriends that he did not make a secret of and did not intend giving up. Anne said they would meet every three or four weeks, have a night out, bit of a laugh and invariably ended up with some good sex, something she really needed. She always maintained that they never had full sex because he would not use condoms and she would not let him without one, I had no reason to disbelieve her because she had no reason to lie to me about it. She didn’t love him, but she liked him and he was good for her at that period in her life, I suspect they still occasionally speak but as he lives some distance away, there is little chance of them seeing each other by accident. I don’t get jealous about it, as I genuinely believe that we are meant to spend the rest of our lives together and in some ways, I was grateful to him for his part in her rehabilitation. “Go on,” I urged. “I told you he was a shocking womaniser, even whilst we where supposed to be seeing each other.” “Yes, I seem to recall,” still nervous of what was going to be confessed. “Well,” she paused “I can’t believe I’m telling you this, you’d better not give me any shit about it afterwards.” “I wouldn’t do that,” I replied to try to reassure us both; I don’t think either of us was convinced. “He confessed to me that some years ago he’d had a threesome with an old girlfriend and a friend of his from college, apparently they’d all got pissed one night and what started as a bit of flirting ended up as a full blown shag fest.” “What’s that got to do with you?” “I’m going to tell you,” she waited a moment “ Its seems he really got off on it as he mentioned it to me several times and one night he asked me to do it.” “Fuck! And what did you say.” “I asked him if he had anyone in mind.” That was not the answer I expected. “You didn’t say no then?” “No, not at first, I was intrigued” “And did he have anyone in mind?” “Yes, his flat mate Steve, apparently he fancied me and was always asking about me.” “What about you, did you fancy him?” “I’d never really thought about it, you know me, there are very few men that turn my head.” “You didn’t answer the question.” “I suppose he was attractive, he never seemed to be short of female attention anyway.” “So you did fancy him?” “I suppose it was possible, I was flattered, but that doesn’t mean I was going to shag him.” “And did you?” “What?” “Shag him.” “No I didn’t,” she replied pretty indignantly “If I wasn’t shagging Tony I wasn’t going to do it with his best mate.” I suppose that was some consolation to me. “Well something must have happened.” “If you stop butting in I’ll tell you.” “Sorry.” “We didn’t see each other for a while, we were both busy and that’s how things usually worked, it was very casual. He rang me to ask me over one Saturday for a bit of a party, I wasn’t busy so I went. There were only about a dozen people, a few of Tony’s mates and four or five girls including me.” “Was Steve there?” She looked down “As it happens, yes he was.” I was beginning to get butterflies in my stomach, wondering what was coming next. “In fact, because Tony was chatting to his mates for most of the evening, Steve spent most of the night chatting to me.” “You mean chatting you up.” “No, not really, well I didn’t think so at the time I just thought he was being nice, he was a that sort of bloke.” “Go on, what happened,” I urged, realising I would be tormented whether she told me or not. “Nothing then, the party fizzled out around three am, there were just the three of us left, all of us quite pissed.” “And?” “Tony and I went to bed.” “Very nice,” I said sarcastically. “Hey,” she responded “we both had a sex life before we met each other, as I recall you more than me.” This was true. “Sorry, carry on.” “When we were in the bedroom, Tony mentioned how well that Steve and I seemed to be getting on and half jokingly suggested we invite him in with us.” “What did you say?” She looked at me “What do you think I said? I said no, I wasn’t ready for anything like that, I mean we only really had a fairly casual relationship anyway, I didn’t trust him the way I trust you.” She stroked my face gently as if to reassure me “Something must have happened.” She looked away from me slightly and answered softly. “We let him watch us.” “What!” “Tony asked if it was ok for him to watch us for a while and I agreed providing there was no touching,” She stopped. “Well?” “Well what?” She replied “That was it, he came into the bedroom and watched us for a while then went back to bed.” “You’re not getting off that lightly, I want you to tell me every detail.” My stomach was doing cartwheels but I needed to know what had happened and I was beginning to believe that there was more to it than she was letting on. She looked at me quizzically “Are you sure? Every detail?” Her First Trio She wanted to tell me, I could see that and I wasn’t to sure whether or not I wanted to hear but I knew I would be worse if it was left to my furtive imagination. “Every detail.” “Ok,” she turned towards me, we were lying face to face, my hand rested lightly against her naked thigh “Tony went into Steve’s bedroom.” “What did you do?” “I sat on the edge of the bed.” “Where you still dressed?” “Yes, I didn’t know what to do, I suppose I felt a bit awkward.” “Where you turned on?” “Yes, I suppose I was,” she paused “are you sure you want to hear this?” I wasn’t sure at all, it was heart wrenching knowing that she had been so openly sexual with another man, but I needed to know. Until you have experienced a situation like this, it is impossible to explain fully the combined feelings of deep jealousy and strong sexual excitement that I had previously only read about. “Yes I’m sure,” I lied. “Does it turn you on to think of it?” she reached down to stroke my cock, it was achingly hard, “I think it does,” she teased. “Go on” I urged. She continued to stroke me softly, “Tony came back into the bedroom with Steve following behind, he sat on the other side of the bed. “Was he dressed?” “He was only wearing his boxers, I suppose I was a little shocked at that, I don’t know why really, he’d obviously been in bed. I didn’t know what to do I just sat there, Tony reached for my hand and asked me to stand up so I did, I remember him asking if I was ok, I just nodded.” “Where you ok?” “I suppose so, I felt safe, it wasn’t intimidating or anything like that, but I was really nervous.” “What did they do?” “Tony stood at the side of me kissing my neck and ears, you know how much I like that.” I nodded “I started to relax a bit, he stroked my tummy for a bit then undid the button on my jeans, probably just to test me, Steve didn’t do anything he just watched.” My stomach lurched but my heart was racing “What where you wearing?” “Nothing special, just jeans and a vest top.” “What underwear?” “You really want every detail don’t you?” “It helps to build a picture.” “Ok,” She squeezed my cock, “just panties, no bra,” she knew I was turned on by this and was drawing it out. “He moved behind me so I was facing Steve and slid his hands under my vest, he was kissing my neck and playing with my nipples,” she gasped a little, I pulled the covers back to see her other hand between her thighs, gently rubbing herself as she spoke. “Then what,” I whispered. “He pulled the zip down on my jeans and started to slowly slide them off my bottom.” “What was Steve doing?” “Watching, he had his hand on the front of his boxers, stroking himself.” “Did that turn you on?” “Oh yes, my jeans where pulled part way down and Tony was rubbing me through my knickers.” “Did he make you come?” “I don’t think so, I didn’t used to come as easily as I do now.” “Then what?” “Steve put his hand in his boxers, I could see he was hard just like you are now,” she stroked me again “he was stroking it right in front of me, it felt so dirty.” “Was he big?” “I couldn’t really tell.” “Did you touch it?” “No.” “Did he touch you?” “No.” I didn’t believe her and said so. “Why do you not believe me?” “Because of how turned on you are,” she was still playing with herself at this point, “Tell me, did he touch you?” “Yes,” she finally admitted in a soft whisper. I felt nauseous, but my throbbing cock in her hand indicated otherwise and I couldn’t let up. “Did you touch it?” I repeated. “Yes” in the same soft whisper. “What happened?” “I suppose he couldn’t really see too much, Tony pulled my jeans down to my ankles and I stepped out of them, but I still had my vest and panties on.” “What did he do?” My heart was pounding out of my chest. “He asked me if he could he take my top off, he was very nice, not a bit pushy.” “What did you say?” “I didn’t know what to say.” “But you didn’t say no?” “No, I suppose I didn’t, he reached out to touch my vest and because I didn’t say anything he pulled it up over my bust, I remember him just looking at me for a few seconds then telling me how beautiful I looked.” I started to speak again; she put her finger to my lips. “Shhh, let me tell you, Ok?” I nodded. “He looked at me for a while before lifting his hand to touch my nipples, by then I wanted him to touch me, I let him stroke me, he even leant forward to kiss my nipples and I didn’t stop him. I could feel Tony behind me; he must have taken his clothes off by then because I could feel his cock pressing into me. He was stroking my body with his hands and kissing my shoulders and neck, I lifted my arms up and they both pulled my vest over my head.” My stomach lurched again as I imagined them all together, two almost naked and aroused men pawing the practically naked love of my life and she was obviously enjoying it. “It was a very erotic situation,” she continued, “I just stood there with my arms by my side and let them touch me. Steve hooked his fingers into the front of my panties and pulled them forward, I remember him looking into my eyes to see my reaction before looking down at my pussy, he told me how gorgeous I looked, I was very flattered. Tony pulled at the sides of my panties and I just stood there motionless as he pulled them down over my bottom and to the floor, I stepped out of them.” She paused, gauging my reaction, then, “Steve took my hand and placed it against the front of his boxers.” “Did you leave it there?” This was already more than I had imagined. “Yes,” whispering again, “I squeezed it and I remember him catching his breath.” “Go on,” I urged again “what did you do next?” “I wanted to see it, so I pulled on the front of his boxers.” “Was he big?” “I suppose so, quite big and circumcised.” “Just how you like them,” it was a statement rather than a question. “Yess.” “Did you touch it?” “Yes, I pulled his boxers over his cock, he helped me to slide them off, it sprang out in front of me, so I put my hand round it and stroked under the head with my thumb. I remember his reaction, He sighed and his knees wobbled slightly, I felt sexy and really in control, thinking how both these men at that point would have done anything I wanted either for me, or too me.” “What did you do for them?” my heart was pounding. “Part of me wanted to stop them because it had already gone way further than I’d agreed to, then Steve stroked my pussy and I knew I wouldn’t. Tony moved me back onto the edge of the bed and I lay back as Steve knelt down between my legs and started to use his tongue on me.” “He was licking your pussy?” I wanted to force out more detail. “Yes, he licked my pussy.” She was being overly descriptive in her depiction of events, drawing out every detail, for maximum effect. The result being, we were both massively turned on, I was very troubled by the whole thing and had to just keep reassuring myself with the fact that it happened before we met and how hard it must be for her to talk to me about it. Fact was my cock was ready to burst and I wanted to feel it inside her, the feeling was obviously mutual as she pulled me onto her and guided my cock straight into her very wet pussy. I moved slowly into her not wanting to rush things, she still hadn’t finished recounting her experience to me and I wanted to hear how far she had gone. I kissed her neck and whispered. “Go on, tell me what happened, every detail. “No more, I can’t tell you any more, just fuck me,” she was practically begging me for it now. I pulled out of her, she groaned and reached for my cock trying to draw me back into her. I nibbled her neck and ear lobe again. “Tell Me,” I whispered again. I needed to know and this might be my only chance of drawing it out of her. “Ok then, if you really want to know,” She began again, speaking softly and sexily, “Tony was sitting on edge of bed watching Steve go down on me, stroking himself, he obviously loved to watch, I think that was probably really his thing,” she pushed up against me again, “Aaah, are you thinking about it?” I was. “Yes,” I hissed into her ear, “Did you come?” “Yes” she waited for my response, almost taunting me. “Go on” I urged. “I put my legs over his shoulders and pulled his head into me until I got off.” “Where you satisfied,” she looked down “No” she whispered. “What happened, tell me” It was beginning to dawn on me the cold realisation of what had probably happened, especially as she couldn’t look me directly in the eye. “I can’t tell you” “Tell Me,” I ordered, she now looked up at me. Steve knelt up between my legs, pressing his cock against me, sliding it up and down, then pushing into me, I reached down to stop him,” She closed her eyes, obviously imagining it, “I held his cock, stroking it, I told him to stop.” “Did he?” “Yes, he just carried on rubbing against me” “Did you want him to stop?” “Yes,” she insisted, then she looked away again “no not really, it felt like the easiest thing to let him, I don’t think I’d ever been that turned on before, I’d never done anything like that before.” “Go on” “Tony came over and knelt on the bed at the side of us, he started kissing me, stroking my body and whispering to me.” “What did he say?” I had a pretty good idea. “He wanted me to do it, telling me how gorgeous and sexy I looked and how he could tell how I really wanted it.” “What did you say?” “I don’t think I said anything.” “You don’t think?” “I know, I know, I didn’t say anything,” she confirmed. “Go on.” “While we where kissing he must have handed Steve a condom because I heard him rip the packet. When I looked down he was rolling it over the end of his cock, he just carried on rubbing against me, not trying anything else,” her eyes where gone now, she stared slightly past me, obviously picturing it, re-living it to some extent. “Tony asked me again, kissing my mouth and neck, I remember him saying I could stop anytime, just say no if you want us to stop.” “What did you say?” “I didn’t say anything.” “What did he do,” I wanted every detail. “I felt him push his cock against me, sliding it in really slowly and gently, he lifted my legs up and pushed in all the way, filling me,” I suppose she had just confirmed my worst fears, served me right I know, but once I’d started I couldn’t stop. My dilemma now, was the fact that she was so turned on, it really got me going again and I wanted to please her. “Like this?” I asked as I pushed into her again. “Yesss! Like that” she cried out, eyes now shut again. “Are you picturing Steve fucking you?” “Yessss!” god, what had I started “Fuck me” she pleaded. I did, it was wild, lifting her legs up as high as I could, over my arms, pinning her back so I could get as deep as possible whilst still kissing and whispering to her. “What was Tony doing?” I was a little curious as to how he got off in this little scenario. “He was still whispering to me, kissing me, telling me how hot I was, stroking my body. I grabbed his hand and pushed it down so he could rub me, Aaaaagh, I’m coming, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I had no intentions of stopping. “Did they make you come?” “Yeesss.” “Did they come?” “Yeeeessss,” she was getting louder and my back must have been red raw as she dug her nails into me. She pushed up forcing me of the bed, we came together, intensely and loudly, it was as good as I could ever remember it, she trembled underneath me as the waves passed through her. I continued pushing into her; although I had come, I wanted to finish her completely. Her trembling slowed into small twitching movements and little whimpering noises; completely spent she soon lay still. I lay on top of her, breathing heavily, trying to support my weight, equally spent; I waited a minute then rolled to her side. She lay with her head on my chest, I stroked her hair, I did not know what to say to break the silence, she spoke first. “Are you angry?” “Should I be?” “I hope not,” she was very sheepish, “it was a long time ago.” “I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed,” she looked at me. “Why?” “Some thing so important and I wasn’t part of it.” “Do you think you could do something like that, with me and another man?” “Could you do it again?” “If you where there, maybe,” she looked me in the eye, “I could do it for you.” “I wouldn’t want you to do it just for me.” “Don’t worry, it wouldn’t be just for you,” she smiled sexily. “What happened after?” “Nothing happened after, ever. After Steve had come, he kissed me and asked if I was ok, he was very nice. I told I was fine, which I was, then he got up and went back to his room. Tony had obviously finished himself off whilst watching us, I think that’s when I decided to move on, it had been fun, but I didn’t want it anymore. I’ve only seen Tony once since then and I’ve never clapped eyes on Steve; I left early the following morning. We spoke about it later on the phone, he wanted to do it again but I couldn’t, well wouldn’t, we wanted totally different things and then shortly after, you and I met, we’ve never seen each other since. “Have you spoken.” “Once or twice, he’s called a couple of times, but soon as he realised you and I where serious he stopped calling.” “I think I want us to do it at least once.” “You sure?” she gazed at me earnestly “Yes, when I fantasise about it I want to be able to picture me there, until we do it, all I can imagine is you and two strangers.” “Ok,” she whispered, we’ll talk about it. The End For Now. If I think anybody is keen to follow this story I will write some more, there is still a lot to tell!! Her First 'True' Love Becky had spent the whole morning showering, shaving and exfoliating herself, as she "prepared" to meet Sandra that evening. She was happy, excited and terrified, all at the same time. She was happy because she had recently met Sandra, a sensual lesbian woman who had managed to give a whole new meaning to her life. She was excited because they had planned a meeting that night and she knew it was going to be something different and she was terrified, as it was the first time she had been on a 'date' with another woman. Only a few short weeks ago she was a depressed student teetering on the brink of a nervous breakdown after her boyfriend had dumped her for one of her housemates!! That made it really tricky as she kept apologising all the time and it made her sick. She needed to move on and find alternative experiences. It was difficult as Simon was the first 'real' boyfriend Becky had had since those silly relationships at school and she really liked him. She had even given him her virginity. How she regretted that now! After that experience she had become totally 'anti' all men, and yet still had the feeling that something was missing from her life. However, as she thought about the past she realised she was trembling with the thought that that night she was going out with a woman, Sandra, for the very first time alone and she actually started to wonder what it would be like to be in bed together. This was the first time she had ever been 'courted' by another woman. She realised that she desperately wanted to be seduced by Sandra and was prepared to do anything to make that happen. The last time she had felt this very same feeling of nervousness and fear, mixed with the thrill of being courted and seduced, was just before her School Graduation Ball. She was considered one of the prettiest girls in her class and had been invited by the hottest hunk in the school, which now brought about this sense of deja vu. Running the scenario through in her mind, she knew exactly what a guy wanted but was clueless when it came to deciding what another woman would look for in a sexual relationship. Knowing that it could be very different with Sandra, she didn't want to do anything that would put off this lovely creature. Sandra was gorgeous and had many admirers in the local lesbian community and Becky had been worrying the whole week about what dress to wear, what makeup, what jewellery. What would Sandra like, what would excite her, what would put her off? These, and many other questions were running around in her head and she just didn't have the answers. It's so easy with guys, especially if you are good looking or sexy, or both. If you are really good looking the guys will inevitably chase you, and then parade you around with them, bragging about their latest acquisition. You'll get the full royal treatment, flowers, chocolates, dinner, etc., at least until they find somebody prettier or sexier or just get bored with you. Even if you're not that pretty, you only have to play easy to get and you will almost always get a guy into bed with you if that's what you want. Guys are just so predicable! What's really interesting is that at that stage, most of the time it's not even real sex, it's more like he's just masturbating inside your pussy. They don't care what you want in a relationship nor your likes and dislikes. As a rule of thumb, guys only want you to be ready to drop your knickers for them whenever they have an erect cock! If they enjoy it that's all that matters, they never ask you for your opinion and I guess they don't even care most of the time. They certainly hardly ever try to find out which of your 'buttons' to press, or what turns you on. As far as they are concerned you are just supposed to lie back and enjoy the experience! However, it was now Saturday morning and Becky still hadn't made-up her mind what to wear. The most difficult decision seemed to be to decide what to wear underneath. She realised that she would be undressing for a woman for the first time in her life and wasn't at all sure what would titillate and tease a woman. It's 11.00 a.m. and she decides to call Karen, a much older friend and comforter in chief since her break-up with Simon. It was Karen who had persuaded Becky to forget men for a while and seek a lesbian relationship as a way of getting her out of a deepening depression. At this stage, Becky felt that she hated men and she was even considering making friends with pills and the bottle. As an ex-alcoholic, Karen knew just where Becky was heading if something wasn't done soon. Karen had been in the same position a couple of years earlier, after losing her husband to a younger woman. However, that was before she had found love and happiness in the arms of Michelle, a nurse she met at the local chapter of alcoholics anonymous. It was Michelle who introduced Becky to Sandra. Once Karen & Michelle were sure that Sandra & Becky liked each other, they organised many "events" to which both of them were invited such as dinner parties, theatre trips, etc. They carefully plotted to sneak away and leave the two of them alone as soon as they got into conversation. Once such plot had resulted in their first kiss. It happened at a local 'gay' bar, where Karen & Michelle frequently organised their "events". Karen and Michelle had given Becky a lift to the bar, but had slipped away without saying, conveniently allowing Sandra to take Becky home. The two of them had touched, cuddled and held hands throughout the evening and once Sandra discovered that Becky's friends had deserted her, she offered to rescue her from her plight, like the proverbial white knight, and take her home. Sandra's reward for taking her home was a kiss, which then led to many more kisses, and then eventually to that long, French kiss in the foyer. For her part, Sandra wasn't in any hurry, she really wanted to seduce this good looking "lesbian virgin" without her realising that she was being seduced. They had caught a cab and Becky was soon in Sandra's arms. As the bored and sleepy cabby drove them home, Sandra slowly caressed Becky's breasts through the thin silky dress, which just made her sink further into her arms. As the cab eased to the kerbside outside Becky's apartment, Sandra took her hand and whispered "Will you go out with me next week - just you and me alone? I promise to make it something special for you" Becky's life has been turned upside down since that night. She made that long neglected trip to the beautician, put new batteries in her vibrator, bought some sexy silk lingerie, rented X-rated lesbian video tapes and then masturbated whilst watching the tapes and thinking of Sandra, just to get herself into the 'mood' for this experience. Becky now dialled Karen's number and the line connected, it rang for a few minutes before the sleepy voice of Michelle came through. "Hi Michelle", said Becky "is Karen in"? "Morning, Becky what time is it"? Michelle mumbled sleepily. "It's 11 in the morning, you girls still in bed"? asked Becky. "Oh last night was really heavy, Karen was worse than a bull moose on heat," said Michelle giggling. "Don't listen to her Becky darling, what's up, you ready for your big night"? said Karen, taking the telephone from Michelle. "I don't know Karen, I'm not sure of anything just now, how should I look, what should I wear? I just haven't got a clue". "Like I said before Becky, wear something thin and sexy outside as well as underneath, wear light makeup, light hair do and a mild perfume" Michelle who was also listening added "Don't panic honey, be calm, have some wine before you go, let it happen and enjoy the ride". Putting the telephone down, Becky realised that the call to Karen hadn't been much help, but at least it had convinced her to dress simply. She selected a short dark blue silk dress and decided on black lace underwear and a pair of fishnet, self-support stockings. Later that evening, Becky was checking herself in the mirror for the hundredth time when she heard Sandra's car honking in her driveway. With a deep breath, she picked up her bag and opened the front door slowly closing it behind her she walked to the waiting car. She was trying to look as normal and casual as possible, but she noticed that Sandra had the interior light on probably to reassure her all was OK. "Hi Becky" said Sandra cheerfully, as Becky slid into the passenger seat and pulled the door shut. "Hi Sandra" Becky managed to blurt out as Sandra reached up to switch off the interior light. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, you look gorgeous in that dress," Sandra said as she killed the light, "it certainly doesn't hide much" she said with a knowing smile. Sandra then leaned across towards Becky until their lips touched lightly. She felt Sandra's warm lips wrap around her upper lip and was paralysed as she experienced a strange feeling of joy mixed with fear and anticipation engulfing her body. She started to feel the heat building up between her legs, as Sandra's left hand gently brushed over her breasts under the thin silky material. The bliss was suddenly broken by the headlamps of an oncoming car, so Sandra eased back into her seat, started the engine and backed out onto the road. Sandra had chosen a quiet, gay-friendly restaurant close to the beach. The food was great and the wine was nice and light, they chatted for ages learning more and more about each other. By the time they were ready to leave, Becky was sure she was in love with Sandra, and the choice of wine had helped her to fight off the butterflies in her tummy. After the meal they left the restaurant and walked slowly up the beach hand in hand. Sandra carefully led Becky to a secluded area and picked up from where she had left off outside Becky's home, kissing her deeply and sliding her hands over her body. Becky overcame her shyness and the kisses became more passionate as they explored and savoured each others mouths. Becky was just fondling Sandra's ripe breasts when she felt Sandra's slender fingers lifting her skirt up and squeezing the cheeks of her bottom. She quivered with excitement and quickly looked around to see if they were alone. She was very wet now and hoped Sandra wouldn't stop. She wasn't disappointed as she felt Sandra's fingers slip under the top of her panties and slide around to the mound of her pussy. She moaned softly as she felt Sandra's middle finger part the moist lips and enter her vagina. This was heaven she thought, at last she had forgotten all about men and was just letting this feeling of pleasure and fulfilment wash over her. Becky cradled her head on Sandra's left shoulder and kept massaging Sandra's breasts with her right hand, as her new love played with her pussy, she was now moving two fingers in and out of her and Becky didn't want it to stop. Sandra slid her fingers out of Becky's pussy and started tracing them over her face and lips so that Becky could taste her own juices on them. "Would you like to come home with me darling?" Sandra whispered in Becky's ear as her tongue traced patterns on it. "would you like me to make love to you?" "Oh yes, I want you to take me" Becky moaned, as she continued to suck her own juices off Sandra's fingers. The wine and the heat made Becky feel a little 'heady', but Sandra held her close as they walked back to the car. Becky really didn't remember, nor care, how she got to Sandra's house as she was in a haze of passion. All she wanted now was to make love to this sweet woman, who had already been a better lover than any man she had ever met. Sandra took Becky into the house and led her over to a large sofa. "Make yourself comfortable baby, I'll be back in a minute with something to drink" Sandra said as she disappeared towards the back of the house. "Wine OK or would you prefer a long drink?" "Wine would be nice," said Becky looking around and seeing a neatly kept room with everything in its place. It was so obviously 'girly' with lots of soft furnishings, cushions, pictures and flowers. Coming back into the room Sandra said "I remembered that I received a nice bottle of champagne as a gift from a friend a while ago and I was just waiting for a special occasion to open it, I can't think of a better occasion than this" Sandra said as she sat down beside Becky with two full glasses in her hands. The comfy sofa sank slightly with Sandra's weight and seemed to move them together almost imperceptibly. Becky shivered a little with excitement and smiled at Sandra as she sipped from her glass. They drank quietly, just looking at each other but deep down each wishing the other would make a move. Sandra was the first to react as she dropped her hand onto the smooth thighs of her new lover. Becky closed her eyes and lay back against the sofa as Sandra's cool fingers traced patterns up and down her thighs and onto the bare flesh at the top of her stockings. She could feel Sandra's fingers moving along the edges of her panties and teasing her pussy through the thin lacy covering. Becky's hands moved onto Sandra's breasts and her lips parted expecting attention from Sandra. However, instead of kissing her, Sandra whispered into Becky's ear, "lets not waste time here, let's go to the bedroom". Standing up, Sandra took Becky's hand and led her through to the bedroom. It was a spacious room with a large bed in the centre, already illuminated by two scented candles on either side of the headboard. Sandra sat down on the bed and beckoned Becky to her. "Please show me your beautiful body... Let me help you undress". Reaching up, Sandra slipped off the straps of Becky's dress and slid it down to the floor revealing her smooth white flesh enhanced by the black lace lingerie. As Becky stood displaying her body, Sandra slid off the bed and down into a kneeling position facing Becky's stomach. Becky felt her knees weaken as Sandra leant forward and started to kiss and nuzzle her panty-covered pussy while her fingers played with the cheeks of her bottom. Sensing Becky's pleasure weakened body, Sandra slowly stood up and gently laid Becky back onto the bed. Lying on the bed with her legs still hanging over the side, Becky unhooked her bra as she felt Sandra slowly slide off her panties. Standing over her, Sandra slipped out of her own outfit and then reached around and unhooked her own bra releasing her full, firm breasts. Becky couldn't take her eyes off them, as they seemed to be reaching out to her with their firm, erect nipples. Having never really looked at a woman's body before, Becky was quite surprised at how it made her feel. After slowly removing her panties Sandra gently lowered herself down onto Becky and she closed her eyes as Sandra's luscious lips covered her mouth again and they kissed each other passionately. Sandra lay on her for what seemed like ages, breasts on breasts, pussy on pussy, kissing, sucking and devouring each other's lips, neck and ears, their tongues exploring every mound and crevice they could find. Now moving slowly down Becky's body Sandra let her lips play with Becky's hardened nipples before continuing on downwards, over her belly and into her mound of pubic hair. Becky moaned and arched her back as she felt Sandra's tongue flicking out onto the wet lips of her pussy. Becky stroked Sandra's soft blond hair, urging her to go deeper as she felt her tongue pushing into her vagina. She was moaning in sheer ecstasy now as she felt Sandra's tongue moving in and out of her, circling around her clit and then up and down the soft wet lips. She felt Sandra pushing her legs wider open so that she could get her head between her thighs and her tongue even deeper inside. Becky's love juices were now flowing freely as she jerked and arched her back, sensing an orgasm slowly building up within her. Sandra sensed Becky's passion and her own heat was now building up and swamping her own shaved pussy in juices. She turned around and extended her long legs towards Becky's face. Lifting her arms, Becky instinctively guided Sandra's thighs over her and let her lips rest on her wet pussy. She knew that her lover wanted the same attention that she was giving her and before long they were both in total ecstasy, their moans of pleasure only muffled by the fact that their lips were busy sucking at each other's pussy. Sandra's tongue was exploring now and found Becky's tight ass. With a little push she forced her tongue in and this was just too much for Becky to bear. She couldn't hold on any longer and with a huge sigh she started to shiver as the first orgasm overwhelmed her. She went delirious with pleasure as she climaxed into Sandra's face. She passed through the sensation by sucking hard on Sandra's engorged clit, whilst moving two fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy. Within a couple of minutes she felt Sandra climax as the sweet, creamy juices flowed over her face. Becky drank as much as possible but Sandra's flow was just too much to contain and it flowed down her chin and onto her neck and she reached down and rubbed it onto her own breasts. They lay for a few moments as they enjoyed the surreal afterglow, spent of their energies and intoxicated with each other's juices. Sandra sat up and turned around to face her new love, kissed her sweetly and stroked her hair. Becky buried her face between the breasts of her newfound queen; adoring and caressing the still erect nipples. They lost track of time in their bliss, as they cuddled together, and soon fell fast asleep in each other's arms. Becky suddenly woke up to the sensation of a hot tongue working hard on her labia. As her eyes adjusted to the soft light of the candles in the room, she saw Sandra, head between her thighs again. "Aaahhhhh" Becky moaned as she reached out and stroked the soft hair of this lovely woman who was lovingly kissing and caressing her nectar filled folds. The bedside clock chimed 3.00 a.m. Becky whispered, "I love you Sandra, mmmmmmmmmmmm please don't stop" as she felt the soft kisses and sensual caresses slowly building up her second orgasm of the night. Becky widened her legs and lifted her knees to give her lover more access to her treasure and was soon rewarded for her decision as she felt Sandra's tongue snaking towards her tight ass and back, slowly exploring both openings. Becky couldn't hold out any longer as, sensing the approaching climax, Sandra started to quicken her pace and her tongue pushed ever deeper into each hole in turn. Becky suddenly erupted in a massive orgasm, rewarding Sandra with her precious nectar, which Sandra licked greedily until Becky was completely spent. Now Becky reversed the roles and performed the same ritual on Sandra, exploring the heavenly folds of Sandra's pussy and giving the same level of attention to Sandra as she had received herself. As her tongue flicked against Sandra's tight ass Becky felt quite strange as it was the first time she had done this to anyone and the pleasure it gave her made her spine tingle. She pushed her tongue deep inside and was quite surprised at just how tight it was and could feel Sandra stiffen each time she forced it into her. Moving back to Sandra's pussy she started to suck hard on her clit whilst her wet fingers explored both her pussy and her ass. Soon her new love was experiencing the same pleasures that she had enjoyed only a short while earlier and she was soon rewarded with her second serving that night of Sandra's sweet creamy secretions. After licking her clean, they both cuddled up together and drifted off into a blissful sleep, knowing that this was only the start of a wonderful adventure of lovemaking that each of them would enjoy for a long time to come. At last Becky had put Simon completely out of her mind!