Pussy Licking

Fucking my best friend’s mother was the last thing I could think about when I went to his house. I rang the bell and she opened the door. I asked her if her son Tom was home. She said I just missed him because he left with a girl and they went to the mall.

She said I didn’t have to leave because she just made a pot of coffee and invited me to a cup. She worked in one of the city’s hospitals and was still in uniform. I asked her if she had another double shift. She smiled and said without a second salary to pay the bills, she had to work all hours offered to her.

A message on the answering machine was the only message from his arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would only be here 48 hours. She sighed with frustration. Twice before she touched him. The first time, many years before, she was strongly rejected. It had hurt her ego pretty bad. The second was during a visit when he had surgery on his shoulder. I can’t blame him for not being sexually interested. But she and Greg had repeatedly discussed him as a man she could be with. He was definitely a fantasy of hers. Whether it would become reality would be another story.

This story started more than a year ago. My husband and I had arranged to send our 15-year-old son to a summer camp where he wanted to go for a few months. Then my husband came up with the idea that we should also go on vacation. We chose Cyprus as our place to spend a few weeks.

We did all the planning, bought the tickets to fly over and made reservations in a beautiful hotel on a picturesque beach. We wanted to exchange our passports, cheques and money… When my husband told me he was going Japan had business to do.

Although I wasn’t looking forward to having friends tonight… I had to admit the food went well. My ribs were mildly painful from laughing at Steve tell us about how he tried to get into his football uniform and wide open the cross. You suggest that we feel more comfortable in the living room, so we all filled our wine glasses and moved to the living room. Dimly lit and soft music play the furniture filled quickly so I sat on your lap. Brian (who is never without a story) starts to tell us about the problems he had in chemistry at university and requires tutoring. He told us that all he learned from his teacher was the right way to fuck and we all laughed. This naturally leads to the exchange of our erotic school stories.

I was 17 when I decided to finally try to have sex with another girl. I had thought about it since I was a pre-teen, but had never had the courage to try anything, especially because I was afraid the word would come out all over town. A little background information:

My parents were mid-40s when I was 17; I had two sisters, Lora (16) and Lisa (15); My parents weren’t open-minded about “alternative lifestyles.”

While Donna was washing the morning dishes she looked out of her kitchen window and saw her daughter playing in the backyard with one of her neighbors. The girls had been playing with a tin ball. It was a warm morning and the girls had stopped playing and moved under the shadow of a maple tree where they drank water from a garden hose. They still felt playful and got wet. Donna laughed herself when they struggled to control the snake.

I’m turning 23 in three days. This story is about what happened between my brother and me when I was 14. At that time, I was very surprised.

My brother was 18 then. He wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to go out, he was more reserved and a little shy with girls. In December of that year, my mother decided it was time for him to have his own room. The only problem was that we lived in an apartment. I’d always shared room with him, but now I’d share it with my parents. I didn’t like it.

It wasn’t really a plan, but I expected it to go like this. I had “one day” plans to bring a friend of mine on a motorcycle ride. Her name is Debbie. Debbie’s a beautiful, not beautiful, dirty blonde. She tipped off beautiful big tits with promising bumps.

We met at her daughter’s house in Boston, and I picked her up at my Harley Sports Star. We stopped at the bank and started a trip across the Mohawk Trail. It’s a secret that the ugly, busy Route 2 becomes a beautiful, picturesque country, riding along Greenfield, MA.

I was in my bed alone last night, thinking about you. It was so long ago, and yet it seemed only a few months ago. The feelings of you lying next to me, for me, behind me, on top of me, all seem so vivid. How did it all start? As I remember, it was my job… You’d stayed and since there was only one bed, you’d slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. I don’t know what started me, just friendly comfort, I guess, but I started robbing your back, feeling the shape of you by the side of your night shirt. You moved slowly under my touch, enjoying the sensitive feelings of being rubbed. Once in a while, I pushed my fingers a little further around your waist and I felt the sidewalk of your stomach. You obviously couldn’t decide if you wanted me to go on like that while you were quiet and even moved from me. I kept quiet, gently, and you graduated and relaxed, and let me rub you. My touch now, I started tracking a line in your leg, felt the change of satin to flesh and my heart skipped. My underwear came between my teeth, I started the trip back in your leg, gave you room to put your shoulder on the bed, so you were looking at me on an elbow. I leaned forward and kissed your lips so softly and you didn’t blink. Your lips were damp. At first, you didn’t respond, except to be passive there, but very graduated, like I kissed gently, you started kissing me back, getting your lips a little divorce to let me explore with my tongue. I didn’t want to break the spell we made, didn’t scare you to pull back from me, so I returned to rub your abdomen through the satin of your shirt, raise my hand to feel the outside of your heavy tits. You have the most beautiful body, very slimy with big boobs where I could have buried my face and drowned, with the greatest pleasure. You started moving under my hand again, enjoying the sensations in you. I felt the outline of your nipples, honor, now, and when I moved from one to another, a line around them, you gave a little moan of pleasure. I kissed you again, this time with more definition, and there was no doubt about your reaction right now. You enjoyed yourself, me, and you kissed me back, your tongue that tried my mouth, tasted me, our tongues looked after each other.

It was on a hot summer day in Foyil, Okalahoma when Terri visited her cousin, renewed their lesbian relationship. They grew up close together. They started inspecting each other’s bodies when they were in puberty. It went from watching and touching to suck. They both enjoyed the feeling, but when they came into their teenagers, they stopped playing with each other because they were afraid that people would find out what they did and call them names.