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John and Susan fantasize
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FANTASIES
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John reached over to the night table for his watch,
feeling slightly queasy as the waterbed rocked beneath him.
Seeing it was nearly seven o'clock, he sighed, and glanced about
the room. Susan, sitting at the end of the bed, had her
naked back towards him. Hearing him move, she turned, covered
the mouth piece of the phone, blew him a kiss, and then resumed
her conversation, which seem to consist entirely of "Uh huh", "I
see" and indecipherable grunts that could have been agreement,
disagreement or apathy.
John sat up in the bed, reached out and traced a long index
finger down Susan's smooth back. She shivered, and turned
towards him again, holding that position while she continued on
the phone. John looked down at the small breasts, capped by
the thick nipples that had excited him so much the previous
night. He reached out his hand and lightly brushed the tip of
her left breast, and was astounded again by the rapidity with
which the dark nipple erected. The slightest touch was enough to
cause the entire aureole to pucker into an engorged column at
least an inch long, almost as thick as his thumb, with which he
continued to rub the hard distended teat. The nipple on her
right breast, as if in sympathy with the left, was beginning to
rise, expanding quickly outwards until it too stood raised and
swollen.
John, feeling himself begin to harden, moved his free hand to
his groin, and lifted the heavy hose of his cock, pulling back
the foreskin, lightly touching his glans, then cupping the
scrotum, as if testing the weight of his balls, lifting the sac
against the base of the cock, then letting the balls relax a
little, then doing it again. Susan, watching his rising manhood,
squirmed a little, and shifted the phone to the other ear.
John leaned forward and whispered through the black hair lying
softly across her ear. "You have beautiful breasts" he said,
openly rubbing both her left nipple and his cock. "Your nipples
excite me," he continued "I want to suck them, I want to feel
their length inside my mouth, I want to pull on them until they
are longer than they already are."
Susan made a half-hearted attempt to stop his suggestions,
pointing to the phone, but John continued with the actions of
both his hands, and continued to whisper. "I want to see you play
with your nipples. I want so see how you pull on them."
John, who had excited himself as well as her, was now in
possession of 9 inches of thickly erect cock, jutting primitively
towards Susan, coaxed by the actions of his own hand and the
thought of her caressing her own breasts. He leaned forward
again. "I want to jerk off while you do it, while you pull and
rub your nipples." The previous night she had shown him that she
was capable of orgasm when only her nipples were involved in
sex-play. He had heard that this was possible, but Susan was the
first woman who had demonstrated the talent. She had let him
suck and suck and suck at her incredible teats until her hips
were grinding this way and that, and then she had come
explosively. Now he wanted to see if she was capable of
bringing herself off with only the actions of her own hands on
those long tipped tits.
John was now openly masturbating, his hand fisted around his
cock, pumping slowly along its solid length. He leaned forward
again, and said softly "I am going to come on your breasts. I am
going to spray gallons over those huge nipples." Susan turned
fully toward him, still holding the phone with one hand, but now
tentatively beginning to touch her left breast, watching the
action of his pumping hand. She plucked and pulled at her
nipple, pushing it over to one side, forcing it against the flesh
of the breast, then pulling it away from the center, straining
the surrounding skin upwards and outwards, then using her palm in
circular motions, flattening the tumid peak, then letting it pop
outwards again.
She continued her noncommittal phone conversation, but now her
"Uh huh" and "Umm" and "I see" were a little more drawn out, a
little less clipped, her hold on the phone a little shaky. A
visible flush had appeared on her chest, and she began to move
her hips a back a forth, slowly rubbing her sex on the edge of
the bed. Her mouth opened, and her tongue licked at her lips,
and began to breathe in rhythm with John's pumping hand.
She tried to move her hand from her breast down to her dark pubic
bush, but John merely said "No no," and got up on his knees
before her, so that the tip of his penis was inches from her
face. He was pumping a little more steadily now, and Susan
watched intently as the uncircumcised head was first covered and
revealed as the foreskin was pushed forward and then stretched
back. Susan became rougher with her nipple, pulling and pushing
and rubbing it quite roughly. Her breathing became harsher, and
her phone manner intense: "Yes ... ohhhh yes", "Ummmmm",
"Uhhhhh". Susan was almost panting, and John, seeing her
excitement, was goaded into the final short strokes. His scrotum
tightened, pulling his big balls close in against his body, and
he increased the pressure of his hand. He sank back onto his
calves in front of Susan, intent on aiming at the center of her
breast.
John groaned once: "Here it comes, here it comes", and then let
go. A single long arc of semen erupted from the tip of his
penis, and landed slightly off target, just above Susan's nipple.
The second spurt covered the distance, and this time was spot on,
soaking the center of the nipple. The third and final spurt was
way off, coating Susan's neck. The semen began its slow course
down Susan's neck and breasts. John released his hold and his
cock and slumped back, the thick tool still throbbing, a few
drops spurting from the tip, some running down the underside of
the shaft, others dripping down onto to Susan's thigh.
John was a little ahead of Susan, who, feeling the warm cum
splashing onto her, closed her eyes and began to further
manipulate the cum-lubricated nipple. For a few seconds the only
sounds were Susan's slight panting and the slick sounds as she
rubbed John's ejaculation into her now aching nipple, and then
Susan came too. Still clutching the phone she said "Yes, yes,
yes" and "Yes, Daddy, I love you too", dropped phone, and moaned
as wave after wave throbbed from her groin, through her rectal
opening and up her spine. Her hand continued its manipulation of
the sticky nipple. "Yes, yes, yes, Daddy, yes!" she cried, and
fell forward against John, her wet breasts pushed hard against
his chest.
John held her for a moment, then gently moved her away, and
lowering his head to her abused nipple, he took it gently in his
mouth and tasted the saltiness of his own cum. He licked upwards
over the slight curve of he breast, following a rivulet of semen,
gathering it onto his tongue and into his mouth, upwards along
the line of her throat and chin, to her open mouth. Opening his
mouth slightly, he let the mix of saliva and cum coat her lower
lip, spreading it with his tongue. Susan pushed her tongue deep
into his mouth, and they both savored the taste of his cum.
"Christ, you're weird," said Susan, "but sexy ... oh so sexy".
She sighed, lying back on the bed, stretching back so that her
breasts were pulled taut against her chest, the nipples still
pointed and puffy.
Looking at the phone where it lay on the floor, she commented: "I
wonder if he heard? If he knew what I was doing, he'd have a
heart attack". Moving a hand up to the breast, she idly flicked
at the still sticky nipple, and said, "He probably still thinks
his little girl is a virgin. He'd blow a fuse if he knew I lost
it in the back seat of his own limo, with his driver and my own
mother helping me along."
John, intrigued by the thought of her losing her virginity, lay
back too and asked her to tell him the story.
"Well," she said, "I lost it on my fourteenth birthday. But the
real story starts about a year earlier, when I had my first
solitary sexual experiences. At school, I sort of envied the
girls with big tits, but my mom said not to worry, that some
girls developed faster than others. She once showed me a nude
photo of her taken when she was still a model, and her tits were
quite small. Then she showed me the real thing, and they were
quite a bit bigger. She also let me touch them, and weigh them
in my hands. I guess she was sort of strange, because I remember
distinctly that her nipples started to grow hard when I touched
them. When that happened, she got all cross, and made me promise
not to tell anyone. Anyway, after that, I spent hours alone in
the bedroom, pushing my tits out at the mirror, hoping to make
them bigger. And somewhere along the way I found that pulling at
my nipples made them long and hard too, just like my mom's, and
created a tingling sensation between my legs."
"My upbringing was not all that sheltered - I'd giggled along
with the rest of the girls at school over the descriptions of
'the act' in books that some girl found on a baby-sitting job.
They used to have what they called 'girl parties' at somebody's
house quite regularly, which were mutual masturbation sessions.
But I never masturbated with them, although they asked me to
quite often. I guess I thought that they all had bigger tits,
and I was scared that they'd laugh at my paltry pair. I honestly
thought that my long nipples might be a deformity, and that they
would make fun of me, or spread rumors about my tits around the
school."
"Then one night, I had to do a baby sitting job. I arrived at
the place to find that the couple had left some food and a note
that the kid was asleep, and to check him once in a while. The
kid was OK, so I looked around for a television guide. I
couldn't see one and started looking at the books in the
bookcase. All of them were boring psychology books, so I
wandered through the house, and eventually went upstairs to the
main bedroom. At first, I just stood there and looked around,
with a feeling like I knew I was doing something wrong, but
somehow urged on by that same feeling. I guess it was a fear of
being caught mixed with the vague beginnings of sexual
excitement."
"I went over to the dresser and started mucking around in the
drawers, trying not to disturb anything. The first couple of
drawers had nothing but shirts and ties and socks and stuff. But
then I discovered the a drawer full of of bras and panties. I
looked at the bras and she was obviously a big girl, much bigger
than me. I got this weird thought that I should try on her bra,
just to see how much further I had to go. So I took off my top
and my little white bra and laid them on the bed. Then I found a
sheer see-through one of hers and put it on. My nipples by this
time were harder than ever, and I started pulling them and
rubbing at them. I put on the bra, and of course it was miles
too big. I flattened the soft material against my nipples,
making the cups poke outwards in the middle. I stood in front of
the mirror and turned this way and that, checking how my nipples
were visible through the bra. By now I had lost all sense of
fear, that I was in a strange bedroom, wearing someone else's
bra, and I started rubbing the silky material all over my
breasts, and especially against my nipples."
John was lying back with his eyes closed, trying to
imagine Susan as a nubile thirteen year old discovering the
pleasure to be had from plucking at her own nipples. Her story
had aroused him again, and his cock, not fully erect, lay hot and
heavy on his flat belly. "Go on, don't stop," he said, taking
her hand and placing it on his penis, which jumped at the contact
with her soft palm. She idly encircled the thick shaft, squeezed
it, and felt it engorge even further. Sensing that her story was
no longer one of mere curiosity to him, but another form of
sexual stimulation, she let go of his cock, and turned over to
lean on one elbow next to him. She dribbled some saliva onto her
palm. Then she lightly grasped his tumid cock again, and slowly
stroked her lubricated hand in short movements near the head of
his cock. John groaned softly as she continued the story.
"I was really excited now, more than I had ever been before, and
I could feel the creeping wetness between my legs. I was still
wearing that big loose bra, and I thought that I should try to
see if I could find a pair of matching panties, to complete the
outfit. So I took off my skirt and my schoolgirl panties and
stood there for moment, tingling with excitement. I moved one
hand down between my legs and just pressed it into myself. I
don't think I really knew what I was up to, but it felt so good,
and I was really wet and swollen down there. I guess I also
discovered my slit for the first time, and I started diddling it
from side to side. My knees were by this time trembling, and I
could feel something building and building, getting ready to
burst. I wanted to go on, but I also wanted to stop. I was
scared and sort of mad too, straining to hear the sound of a
returning car, but also not wanting to stop playing with myself."
Susan now was pumping John's cock in long deliberate strokes. He
felt hard and hot and enormous in her hand, and she watched her
hand as she spoke.
"I had my first orgasm then and there, standing in a strange
bedroom, frigging myself like crazy with one hand while I looked
through a drawerful of woman's panties. I was just sort of
feeling the sheer fabrics, and looking at the colors and shapes
of the panties when I came across a red and black frilly pair
that were really tiny, and they had a slit in the crotch. I
don't know why, but this drove me wild ... as I stuck my fingers
thought the slit, I felt this throbbing start all over my cunt.
And then I brought the panties up to my mouth and licked the
crotch opening, and that was it ... as I stuck my tongue out and
licked the silk, the whole world turned upside down, and I came
for the first time".
Susan sighed, remembering that night, and said "Now you'll think
I am the one who is really weird, but that's what happened."
John, lost in the world of his own imagination, and in the slow
sensation of the Susan's hand rhythmically pumping him, asked
softly: "What happened next?"
Susan, lost in thought for a moment, recovered, and said "The
inevitable happened. The couple came home. I heard the car
doors slamming just as I came, and I was scrambling for my
clothes and trying to get her underwear back in the drawer, and
trying to get dressed and trying to stop cumming all at once. My
heart was hammering, and I could hear the front door opening, but
I couldn't find my panties. I was in a real panic, but I knew I
had to get out of the bedroom, panties or no panties. So I
pulled on my skirt, my own juices running down between my legs
and I scurried across the upstairs hall to the kid's bedroom. I
heard the women call out "Susan, we're home", and I came down the
stairs saying something about checking the kid. I was sure I had
guilt written all over my face, but they didn't seem to notice."
"I was panicky about my missing panties, and was trying
desperately to think of some reason to go back into their bedroom
to get them back. But the opportunity did not arise, and after
they paid me, Jim, the guy, offered to drive me home. By now it
was snowing outside. I didn't want to walk home in the snow at
that time of night, but I also didn't want to face either of
them, knowing that sooner or later they would come across a stray
pair of pants somewhere on the bedroom floor. But they insisted
that Jim take me home, so I got in the car and waited for him.
We drove home, and we didn't say a word to each other until we
were outside my front gate. Then he reached into his pocket and
said, "I think you are missing these ...", and of course he held
my panties out. I didn't know what to say, I was just dying of
embarrassment, but I took them from him, and as I got out of the
car he said: "I don't know how you lost those, but it's OK, I
won't say anything." And then he just drove off."
"That night in bed, I masturbated again, this time safely in the
dark, all the time with the image of those panties in my mind. I
had never really seen a man's cock up close, but I imagined what
those panties would look like with a male 'thing' in them, sort
of dangling out of the slit crotch, and I rubbed myself raw that
night, cumming again and again with that image."
"I guess I became a habitual masturbator. I still never joined
the girls at school in their 'parties', but I spent a lot of time
alone with my hand in my pants."
"A couple of weeks later Jim's wife called me again to baby-sit
for them, but of course I couldn't tell her why I didn't want to
go over to their house again. So I went. This time there was
more food, and another note, and this time I went straight up to
the bedroom, and checked the underwear drawer. The bra I had
tried on was there, now neatly folded again, and the crotchless
panties were there too. I started feeling that same old tingling
excitement in my cunt as I fingered that open crotch, but I
resisted the urge, and went downstairs again. I flipped though
the television channels for a while, and checked the kid from
time to time. Jim and his wife got home, and he took me home
again. It was another silent journey, until he said: "I have
been trying to figure out why I found your pants in our bedroom.
I know it is not really any of my business, except that it is our
bedroom, I don't want to think that you had a boyfriend over
while we were out ...". He left the question hanging, and I
couldn't think of anything to say, so I just mumbled: "I needed
to pee, so I took them off."
"I knew he didn't believe me, but he never referred to the
incident again, and I only sat with their kid once more before
they moved away."
"Later on, I imagined that the scene in his car had happened
quite differently, and that he had produced his wife's crotchless
panties, and that he wouldn't let me out of the car until I put
them on. In my imagination, I saw him watching me while I pulled
off my skirt, and then slipped into the panties, which were
small, even for my thirteen year old body. Then I imagined that
he forced me to open my legs wide while he licked my cunt through
the slit in the crotch. I suppose that this was my first full
blown fantasy, and it kept my hand busy at my clit for many
nights. Of course, then he seemed like a really old man, but he
was probably only in his middle twenties, and quite handsome, but
I imagined him as a angry father figure forcing me to perform
these obscene acts against my will. I must have cum hundreds of
times with that image of his tongue licking me up and down though
that slit crotch."
"Also, I think that because my first orgasm was achieved with a
sense of danger, I started masturbating in all sorts of dangerous
situations, which all eventually led up to me losing my
virginity. I used to sneak down into my father's car, which was
a big plush expensive limousine with real leather seats and
tinted windows. There I indulged in my favorite fantasy,
imagining my father' car to be Jim's car. I used to take off my
panties in my room before I went to the car, and in the darkened
plush interior I would pull up my skirt, and feel the seat
against my ass, and then rub my hot cunt on the cool leather, and
cum again and again."
"One day, my fourteenth birthday, I got bored with the endless
round of doddering aunts and uncles at my birthday party, and I
snuck away to my favorite private place. But I got caught by
Harris, my father's driver. I was busy diddling myself, and just
on the point of orgasm, when he opened up the back door of the
car to find me, legs wide open, shirt undone, breasts bare and
swollen, with a couple of fingers up my cunt. He started to
apologize and back away when I did something that I still can't
believe. I said to him, with all the arrogance of a fourteen
year old, "Show me your cock." I didn't even slow the movements
of my hand on my clit. I had gone past the point of no return
anyway, and demanded again "Show me, I want to see your cock."
"He glanced nervously over his shoulder, and suddenly a female
voice said, "If she wants to see it, show her." I gasped, and
there, behind Harris was my mother. She had had a little too
much to drink, I think, and she said again "If my little girl
wants to see it, show it to her." Saying this she moved her
hand and pulled down Harris's fly. "Besides which", she said,
looking at me and winking, "I want to see for myself."
"Harris was mumbling about this not being right, and trying to
back away, but my mother tugged at this belt, and there was
Harris, in a pair of black underpants, with this pants around his
knees. In another swift movement, she whisked his underpants
down too, and there stood the embarrassed Harris, naked from the
waist down. I still lay, legs all spread, on the seat of the
car, and I hadn't even taken my fingers out of myself, and
suddenly, within grasping distance, was that often imagined male
member. From then on, Harris never stood a chance."
"My mother reached out and cupped his balls, making the thick
tube stand outwards a little, and Harris, despite his
protestations, began to grow in her hand. I lay there, not
knowing quite what was going on, but also aware that I was
tingling again, that my nipples were bunching up, and that I
wanted to see what would happen next ..."
"Then my mother said, "We have to make this grow for my little
girl, don't we Harris?" Then she turned him to face her, and one
by one, undid the buttons on her blouse. She wore nothing
underneath the blouse, and when the last button was undone, she
shrugged it off hr shoulders, and stood there with her
magnificent naked breasts. She moved her hands up to both
breasts and cupped them, and said "You want to suck on these,
don't you Harris? Go on, kiss them!", and Harris, who was too
stunned to do anything else, leaned down and licked one of her
nipples. My mother groaned, and said "Oh yes, just like that,
suck it into your mouth, suck it in hard." Harris obeyed, and
she undid the buckle of her skirt, and it fell to the floor."
"Underneath, she was wearing only a pair of tight black panties,
the kind that are cut high on the hip and are always in danger of
creeping round and bunching in the crack of your ass. By this
time Harris was twitching solidly in my mom's hand, and had grown
magnificently." Susan sighed at the memory, "He was a really
fine specimen of a man."
"Mother, like Harris, was losing a it a little. She moved her
hand so that it was tight around his shaft, and pumping slowly up
and down. Harris continued his sucking and licking, and her
nipples were standing straight out. While she continued to pump
him with her right hand, she pushed her left deep into the space
between her legs, and pulled aside the fabric at the crotch. She
started rubbing the exposed labia really roughly, and started
goading Harris: "You want me, don't you, you want to stick that
cock into me, you want to pump me full of your milk. But I won't
let you ... you'll have to be satisfied with Susan ... she'll let
you all the way in, won't you Susan?"
"At the sound of my name, I jumped. Up till now, this had been a
sort of weird game. Almost like a dream. Now my mother was
telling this man with that huge thing between his legs that he
could put it into me. I got a little scared, and started to get
up, to get away. But my mother was having none of this, and
Harris was now looking at me with unfocused, lust filled eyes,
while my mother pumped him slowly."
"Harris stopped the pumping of my mother's hand, and disengaged
himself from her,turning towards me. I was a little paralyzed,
half scared, and half mad with all the sensations running from my
crotch to the tips of my tits, which were clearly visible to
Harris. Harris was not a great one for preliminaries. He sat
next to me on the back seat to the car, lifted me up over him,
and used his own hand to determine where my cunt was, and just
lowered me straight down onto his huge cock."
"There is nothing that can describe the indescribable, the
sensation of all those long inches slipping endlessly into me as
I was slowly lowered onto him. It seemed to go on forever - a
delicious stretching invasion, the feeling of being turned inside
out. I was dripping wet and ready from my own manipulations, and
he slid in without hesitation. I could feel the lovely length
filling me up, going far back into my cunt, getting to places,
and sparking sensations I had never thought possible."
"Harris was pretty far gone by now, and he latched his mouth onto
one of my nipples and started sucking and groaning and basically
just using me, riding me up and down on his cock. I had lost all
sense of where I was, and had completely forgotten about my
mother. All I could feel was Harris's cock stuck deep inside me,
then a slow withdrawal as he lifted me up, and then that
stretching feeling as he let me down."
"I felt the orgasm building and I just let go, wailing and
screaming and scratching his back. Ad then it happened ... I
felt Harris cock start to throb like a mad thing inside me, and I
felt the warm flood as he came. He seemed to come for hours,
just throbbing away jet after jet of the warm stuff. He didn't
even groan, or say a thing. Just came silently. I eventually
began to regain some sense of where I was, and what I was doing,
and looked wildly around for my mother. She was still standing
there, but by now her panties were long gone. She had her eyes
closed and a finger or two deep inside her self, and from the
twitching of her hips, I knew that she too had just had her own
orgasm."
"I felt Harris growing soft inside me, and he lifted me off and
sat me back on the seat. A huge pool of his come dripped out of
me and dribbled onto his belly and thighs, and all over the soft
leather car seats. And then, without a word, Harris got out of
the car, pulled up his pants and underpants, stuffed himself into
them, and walked away, ignoring both of us.
"When Harris left us, there was I, come still dribbling out of
me, and my mother, naked and flushed. The was a moment of mutual
embarrassment while I pulled my shirt together and pulled my
skirt down. She put her skirt back on and buttoned up the
blouse, and insisted that I come with her to her room. We
sneaked up the back stairs, and when we got to her room, she
closed the door and locked it."
"I hadn't said anything yet, and my mind was whirling with all
sorts of questions. But she went straight into the en-suite
bathroom, and I heard the sound of the bath been poured. She
came out of the bathroom, naked once again, and took my hand, and
lead me into the bath room ... We bathed together in the big tub
that she had. She cleaned me all over, and then I did the same
to her. We dried each other, then she covered me in perfumed
talc and rubbed it all over me. There was nothing overtly sexual
about all this, the bath and everything, I mean, but it was kind
of weird, I suppose. Then she got some fresh clothes from my
room, and sent me back downstairs to the party."
Susan was still playing idly with John's cock, which was half
hard, half soft. She laughed self-consciously, and said "That's
how the other half is brought up, I suppose. Maybe it would make
a great steamy novel. I could sell the film rights, shock all
the remaining aunts, and have everyone guess who is a thinly
disguised caricature of who."
John, feeling slightly let down by the anti-climatic ending, said
"I wish I had been Harris ... what happened to him, by the way?"
"He stayed on with us for a few years, until he married, and
never mentioned the incident. He remained detached and proper,
although I think he and my mother became lovers after out tryst
in the car."
"How do you know?"
"She would get him to drive her out to fashion shows and the
like, and one day I wanted to go along with her, and she was
quite adamant that I shouldn't. So I got a taxi, and went by
myself. And she was nowhere in sight. I remember feeling
slightly jealous, wasn't I woman enough for him? and so on. But
I got over it."
"And your mother?", John asked.
"She eventually took off with a younger guy, some friend of
Harris's. We never heard from her again. She's probably on some
beach in Italy or France, flashing her tits and maybe her ass too
..."
"And she never mentioned the incident with Harris again, or got
you into any other sexual situations?"
"Yes, but ...", Susan hesitated.
"But what?", John inquired, "Did she or didn't she?"
"No, but she set me with a friend of hers ...".
"What was he like?", John asked.
"It wasn't a he, it was a she, and I'm not sure I should tell you
about it ... you'll start to think I'm a dyke or something."
John leaned over and licked her salty tit. "I know you're not a
dyke, you've proved that already. Besides which, we're all
voyeurs at heart, and it excites me no end to think of you and
some other luscious lady getting on together ...".
Susan turned and said "Mmmm ..." as John suckled her nipple
lightly. "I tell you what ... I'll tell you about me and Carol,
but only if you tell me about one of your kinky experiences ..."
"Okay", said John, "Its a deal ... but you first". He licked
once more at her now quite stiff nipple, and then lay back on the
bed, one arm behind his head. He cupped his right hand under his
balls, and began to rub them gently as Susan spoke, trying to
imagine the scenes she was describing.
"Well", started Susan, "it's hard to believe, but after that one
experience with Harris, I didn't have sex with a man for a long
time. I still masturbated, of course, perhaps more than ever,
but I was a little more careful about choosing the time and
place. This enforced finally celibacy ended when I was sixteen."
"Most of my girlfriends at school were still giggling about men,
and I had had the real thing, but I never told any of them about
my lost virginity. I guess I felt smug with my own little
secret, and a little scornful of their innocence. I guess I
thought I was very sophisticated and grown up ... but boy, did I
have a lot to learn!"
"Anyway, I came home from school one day, to find my mother
entertaining one of her friends. She was forever having some
woman or other over ... fat old things from the bridge club or
the actor's guild or whatever. She and the friend were 'taking
tea' in the front room. Usually I just came in, shouted hi, and
then went straight up to my room, supposedly to do my homework.
Of course, all the time, I wanted to sneak up and finger myself
in front of my mirror. My tits had grown a bit by now, as my
mother had promised, and I would stand with my blouse undone, bra
unhooked, posing in front of the mirror, all the while rubbing
lightly on my clit. I would imagine how I would look to a man,
any man, if he caught me, and how he would just take me, throw me
on the bed and 'do' me, like Harris did, without a word. You
know, just pure animal fucking. Eventually, I would get to the
point when my knees would shake so much that I would sink to the
floor beside my bed. As I began to come, I would stick two
fingers up inside myself, and imagine that anonymous penis
stretching me and stretching me, and ..."
While she talked, Susan had moved her hand down to her dark bush,
and was lightly stroking herself with her fingernails. She
almost forgot about John, and saw herself in her room again. She
began to feel the familiar tingle in her nipples and felt a soft
flood of wetness between her legs.
"Any, this day, it was different. My mom called out to me, just
as I was about to go up the stairs. 'Come and meet Carol!'. So
I went into the front room. Carol was not like the usual
afternoon tea time visitor at all. She was in her early forties,
dressed in quite a severe business suit. She had really short
blonde hair, and was sitting straight upright, legs tightly
crossed, stretching the gray skirt tight across her thighs, and
showing a little bit of knee."
"Carol got up as I came in, and said: 'I am so pleased to meet
you. You mother has been telling me ALL about you.' As soon as
she said this, I knew, without a doubt, that somehow she knew
about the incident with Harris. I blushed like crazy, and there
was a long silence, with me not knowing where to look, or what to
say. My mother rescued us, by asking me to sit down to tea with
them. I was feeling pretty embarrassed, and tried to get out of
it, but my mother insisted, and I didn't want to make a scene.
So I sat down to tea with my mother and this tall slim stranger,
who had been told, it seemed, my most intimate secrets."
"Carol started asking all the usual questions, like how I was
doing at school, and did I have any hobbies, and did I have a boy
friend, and so on. Only this time, I felt like she was really
listening to the answers, really taking an interest in what I had
to say. Not like those other friends of my mom's who would ask
all the same questions out of duty, and never wait for the
answers anyway."
"As we talked, the tension I felt at first gradually relaxed, and
I genuinely began to like Carol. Eventually all three of us were
laughing and joking, and I felt like I was being treated like an
adult for the first time in my life. We talked about real adult
topics, not just small talk. Eventually Carol had to leave, and
she left she hugged me briefly goodbye, and kissed me lightly.
The weird thing was that she kissed me full on the lips, like I
imagined a lover would. Not a heavy kiss, but for the briefest
moment, our lips were touching. Then she drove off, my mother
and I waving to her from the doorway. And I have to admit, even
at the risk of being scorned, that I felt the old familiar sexual
tingle. Ever so slightly, but there it was ... I was excited by
a woman!"
"That night, after Carol left, and I was up in my room, I was
very confused. I tried to masturbate, with that good old
anonymous penis image in my mind. But I couldn't control the
fantasy, and eventually I was cumming and cumming again with the
image of Carol's lips gently kissing mine, then moving down the
whole of body, kissing my neck, my shoulders, my ribs, my tummmy,
finally arriving at the promised land. I came just as I
envisioned her tongue lightly licking my clit."
"I had never thought about a woman this way before, but suddenly,
I really wanted to be with Carol, and to do this to her. Not to
just have some man doing things to me, but to have me take an
active part, and touch her in places where I liked to be touched,
lick and suck those places where I ached to be licked and sucked
..."
"Well, the very next day, my mom went out on another round of
errands, and slept in. About 11 o'clock, the doorbell rang, and
I heard the maid answer it. I got out of bed, and grabbed my
robe, and looked out of the window. Carol's car was in the
driveway! A million thoughts went through my head ... I would
hide, pretend that I was sick, I would walk down naked to the
front door, ask her up to my room. Then I heard her voice as the
maid asked her in, and told to her to wait while she called me."
"I was frantic for a moment, then a calm came over me. I belted
up my robe, looked at myself in the mirror, brushed my hair once
or twice. Then the maid knocked at the door and said that Miss
Carol was downstairs, waiting for my mom. I called out
that I would be right down. Then I waited till I heard the maid
go down stairs again."
"I went down to meet Carol, very aware that I had spent some part
of last night with an image of this woman licking my cunt. And
very aware that I was naked under my robe. Even as I walked down
the stairs, I could feel my nipples getting erect, as if they had
a will all of their own."
"Carol stood up as I entered the room, and I guess I knew then
that I was going to seduce this woman. It wasn't a choice,
really, just something that I knew I wanted, and that I was going
to do. I guess growing up as a little rich girl made me think
that I could get whatever I wanted."
"I said hi, and she said that she had come to see my my mom, and
did I know when she would be back? I told her I thought that she
would be out for another couple of hours yet, and would she like
to wait? Somehow things were awkward again, as if we were
strangers again. Carol seemed undecided, so I took the lead, and
said that I could show her round the grounds, if she waited while
I dressed. This seemed to please her, so I started to go up to
get dressed, and then turned to her, as if completely innocent,
and asked if she wanted to come up to my room, and wait while I
got dressed?"
"I was hell bent on that seduction scene now, and also a little
in love, and my heart was pounding like crazy as we went up the
stairs to my room."
"When we got to my room, I opened the door to the on suite
bathroom, and left it open while I started pouring a bath. I
could feel her eyes me as I bent over the taps, and I was talking
a mile a minute, out of sheer nervousness."
"I turned back to her, and saw that she was sitting on the edge
of my bed. Today, she was dressed so differently from the day
before. She had discarded the business suit in favor of a light
cotton skirt and matching blouse. I remember, as I turned back
to her, a moment of sheer breathlessness. The light from the
window was catching the sharp planes in her face, and she looked
beautiful. And sad. I stopped my mile a minute talking, and she
started to speak. She seemed sort of subdued and then she said:
'I should not be here with you, Susan. I should not be here
alone in this room with you.' "
"I didn't know what to say, and I grinned sort of stupidly. Then
she went on: 'I am a Lesbian, Susan. Do know what that is?' Of
course I knew, but I was so stunned by what she said. My
seduction scene crumbled away. And finally I realized that I had
been thinking about making love with a woman. I felt terrible
and guilty. And then I started to cry. And I went straight into
her arms. And she started to cry too."
John looked over at Susan. "This is supposed to be an erotic
fantasy, not a tragedy", he said. "I thought you said you had
sex with her?"
Susan looked quickly at John, and said "Well, here I am baring my
soul, amongst other things, and all you want is dirt. Hmmm ...
well, we're getting to the juicy bits."
"OK", said John, lying back again, "carry on".
Susan closed her eyes, and again started idly caressing her pubic
hair, and continued on.
"Carol and I hugged each other for a while. At first we were
just holding each other, sitting on the edge of the bed. And as
she held me, I began to feel better, and also angry. Why
shouldn't we enjoy each other? Why should we feel guilty about
our bodies? And slowly I became aware of her body against mine.
And the warmth coming from her. My head was on her shoulder, and
I opened my eyes and breathed in her scent, and felt the softness
of her hair, and looked at the smooth skin of her neck."
"And then I kissed her, very lightly, on the neck. Just like
that. I felt a shiver pas through her body. And I kissed her
again. And gradually I became aware that my arm was wrapped
around her, and that my hand was resting against the side of her
breast. I kissed her neck again, and began slowly to stroke the
breast through the thin cloth of the blouse."
"I remember the old familiar tingle begin to start, my nipples
getting stiff under my robe. I could feel that she had nothing
on under the thin top, and side of her breast was warm under my
hand. And I felt her hand come up and begin to stroke my neck.
So kissed her neck again, longer and a little harder this time.
And I put my tongue out, and gave her neck a little lick. Carol
groaned, and squirmed in my arms, so that the hand that had been
at the side of her breast was now fully on top it, and I could
feel her nipple under my hand."
"From then on, I, we, just did whatever came naturally. I
started to rub her nipple lightly with my thumb, and it began to
grow, until it was really straining against the cloth of her
blouse. I plucked at the nipple through the material, and sort
of rolled it around between my thumb and fingers. I guess this
was the point of no return, and I slowly licked along the line of
her chin, all the time my hand was pulling at her nipple. And
finally, I licked her lips, and then we were kissing each other.
At first it was just a tentative kiss, lips meeting lips, but
then I felt her tongue dart out a little, and lick along my lower
lip. This just about sent me over the edge. I almost had an
orgasm, just from the way she caressed my lips with her tongue."
Susan had excited herself in the retelling of her story, and
began to see the scene unfolding again, as it had that sunny
afternoon. She moved her hand down between her legs and began to
stroke two fingers up and down, alongside her labia. She could
feel the outer lips beginning to swell up and pout outwards. She
felt the hardening of her clit, and lightly brushed her thumb
back and forth over its protuberance as her fingers massaged the
petals of her lower lips.
As she lay there, reliving the story she was telling, she slipped
into the present tense, forgetting that John was lying next to
her. Her breathing became jerky, and she began to speak
in short sentences, as if she was describing the action as it
actually happened.
"Her tongue is pushing into my mouth. I am pushing mine back. I
can taste her. Oh god I want her. I want her to do everything to
me. I want to watch her suck me. I want her to see me sucking
her. I want her to ... unnn, she's pulling on my nipple. My
nipple wants to be sucked. I want to suck her nipple. She's
letting me undo the blouse. No time. No time. Want to rip off
this blouse. Pulling at the buttons. Have to get at her. Need
to get my hand on her tit. Want all of her lovely creamy tits in
my hands. Hand under her tit now. Beautiful and big and soft.
Moving to her nipple. Opening my eyes. Breaking from the kiss.
Moaning as I watch my hand cover her nipple. Rubbery under my
fingers. Want to stretch it. Pulling on her nipple. Rolling
it. She's moaning. I whisper to her: 'I want to suck you', and
she moans again. Bending down to tongue her nipple. Tongue
licking all over breast. Tongue touching nipple. Nnnnnnnn.
Sucking it in. Pulling it longer and longer. Pulling it in and
in. Growing in my mouth. Oh god, so beautiful. Hand on other
nipple. Pulling and pushing it."
"She's pushing my back on the bed. Standing up. Don't stop.
Please don't stop. She's taken off the blouse. Now the skirt.
Quick take of the panties. I want to get at you. I need your
center. Panties gone. Can smell her. Can smell her love. I
want to taste her. I tell her that I want to taste her, and she
falls on me. Kissing me. Telling me she loves me. I love her.
Tongues everywhere. In my mouth. In hers. On her neck. On my
tits. Gentle bites on my tits. God, everything opening up. I am
so open. So wet. Take me take me take. Her tongue on my clit.
Left and right licks. Lifting me up. Tongue inside me. Need to
cum soon. Soon. Unnnnnnn. Tongue on my backdoor. Little soft
licks. Tongue between my cheeks. Tongue in my little pussy. So
sweet. Carol be sweet with me. Carol be dirty with me. Fuck
me. Fuck me. Fuck me."
"She's laying me back on the bed. She's straddling me. Knees
apart. Christ. Her clit is huge. Its sticking way out. Inches
from my face. Inches from my lips. I want to suck her clit.
Pink and swollen, shiny. I want to suck her huge clit. I'm
telling her to let me suck her. She says later, later. And she
pushing her cunt down onto my tits. She's rubbing her cunt on my
left tit. God, she's wet. God, I'm wet. Her clit is touching my
nipple. She's reaching back. Her finger finds my clit too. She
pushing at my clit, rubbing it from side to side. And around and
around. And, oh god, my nipple is bursting. It will burst, and
she's still grinding her clit against it. And oh, uhhh, uhnnnnn,
christ, my nipple is inside her. She's got my lovely long
sensitive nipple up inside her cunt. And she's squeezing it.
She's squeezing me with her wet beautiful slippery cunt. And
she's moving up and down on me. My nip is going in and out of
her. She's coming. I know she's coming. Wait for me. Wait for
me .... oh god oh god oh fuck oh oh uh oh her finger is up inside
me and my tit ... is ... fuck ... ing ... HER OH YES YES YES
YES!"
As she brought herself to orgasm, John pumped his fist furiously
along his swollen shaft, and then her too came, a spurt of semen
arcing over his shoulder, and landing on the pillow. The second
thick white stream coated his own face, and the third and final
jet oozed onto his own chest, coating one of his nipples.
Susan's hand, frantically pushing at her clit, slowed down to
series of small caresses, as she panted through the last waves of
her orgasm. Her breathing slowed down, and slowly she opened her
eyes, becoming aware of John lying beside her. She reached for
his free hand. His other hand was still wrapped around his cock.
She looked at him, and saw the sticky cum coating several places
on his body. She rolled towards him and licked at his nipple,
from which a small river of semen slowly rolled down the muscles
of his chest. Getting up to kneel beside him, she started
licking the cum from his face, savoring the salty taste as she
licked it from the roughness of chin.
"Fuck me, John", Susan whispered, "Fuck me".
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