Lesbian

They were my best friends, but they grabbed and it cost me a lot. My name is Gloria and I’m 18, brown, and what I’d call a lucky girl. My only problem is that I’m shy. I was only dating once and it was a disaster. I couldn’t talk to the boy at all. It was my 18th birthday that all my girlfriends gave me a surprise party in one of their homes. The girl’s parents were out of town, so we had her house alone. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was gonna be a makeup party for me where my friends were gonna try to catch up and break my shyness. They all had friends and they knew that I was probably the best girl at school who was still a virgin at my age.

Allison Munro is frustrated. His first year at the university was over, and there was no fire, no alarm. Two ordinary sexual pales and experiences did not give her the wild time she wants to remember when she is old and gray. And then, quite unexpected, on a hot steam night, she and her best friend begin to be in the calm of a dark park, and her world changes. As every new sexual experience opens its wider eyes, it emits its inhibitions and becomes increasingly wild and bold, by seduced the brother of her girlfriend, then father, then mother, then reaching the others around her, filled with the excitement of sexual conquest, the pride of a beautiful nymphlet, and the heat of evil desire.

After the reception, Elizabeth and I returned to the hotel room where we were. We shared a room with my brother Anton, but he was always trying to pick a chick at our table.

Liz and I shared a double bed, and Anton had the other one in the room. It was midnight and Liz went to the bathroom first and ready for the bed, I undressed and in my night shirt. I came to realize when Liz came back from the bathroom in a towel that I had never seen her completely naked, she always had on the underwear as she did when the towel fell and I saw her little black breasts. Liz is dark while she’s half Greek. Liz and I have been sisters since she was 8 and I was 10, her father married my mother. Over the past 8 years, she has spent 2 years pensioning because of her behavioural problems.

I watched like Larry pulled his dick out of her pussy and got the sex tube from her desk drawer. He pulled a bunch of slippery stuff out of his new secretary’s hole. Her name was Amy. He rubbed her a little on his cock covered with pussy juice and put her to his asshole. It was an ebony work of art. At 51, she was the oldest that Larry had ever fucked. It was also the first black woman he had fucked. She had about 5'8" and about 130 pounds. With its 38 DD breasts, its slender size and its fairly generous hips Amy was a very curvaceous package. I saw why Larry went after her, after all that she was a carbon copy of me just a little bit more tan. She was currently bent on the back of the leather sofa in her desk. I watched from my office through a closed circuit camera system. I watched him on my 19-inch screen. There’s a hundred dollars in the fall. You see Larry betting me a hundred dollars he’d fuck her in less than two weeks. It was Friday and exactly five days in the betting and I looked like the head of his dick threw himself in his ass. Ass, it was gonna cost me another note. Our stuff was always a hundred per hole. Of course, mouths don’t matter. I was jealous of him right now, while I saw his big white dick disappearing in his black cave. His shaved balls bounced from his pussy lips while he grossly jumped his ass. She started to groan and grow so he could fuck harder. Goddamn it, how could I beat it? I looked at five long exhausting covers Amy’s face and make him white with his cream. She started using her fingers to push the cream in her mouth when Larry stopped her and leaned and started licking her face’s sperm. After he had finished, he kissed her loud and shared her sperm with her.

I was lying alone in my bed last night, thinking about you. It was so many years ago, and yet it only seemed a few months. The feelings that you lie next to me, in front of me, behind me, above me, seem so vivid. How did it start? As I remember, it was my thing… you stayed there, and since there was only one bed, you slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. I don’t know what made me start… just a friendly comfort, I guess, but I started to caresss your back, feel the shape of you through the silky material of your night shirt. You moved slowly under my touch, enjoying sensual sensations of being froted. Little by little, I pushed my fingers a little further around your waist, feeling the curves of your belly. You couldn’t decide if you wanted me to go on like that while you’re still going, and even get away from me. I persisted, quietly, gently, and you gradually gave and relaxed, allowing me to rub you. My very light touch now, I started to trace a line down your leg, feeling the change of satin to flesh and my heart jumped a beat. My lower lip caught between my teeth, I started the journey up your leg, giving you room to move your shoulder to the bed, so you were now lying looking at me propelled on a elbow. I hung up and kissed your lips so soft and you didn’t flinch. Your lips were wet. First, you did not answer, except to stay passively but very gradually, as I kissed gently, you started kissing me, your lips sharing slightly to allow me to start exploring with my tongue. I didn’t want to break the fate that we created, I didn’t want to bury you by pulling me out, so I went back to rub your belly through the satin of your shirt, moving my hand up to feel the contour of your heavy boobs. You have the most beautiful, very thin body with large breasts that I could have bury my face and drowned, with the greatest pleasure. You started moving again under my hand, enjoying sensations aroused in you. I felt the outline of your nipples, erected, now, and as I passed from one to another, dragging a line around them, you gave a little moaning of pleasure. I kissed you once again, this time with more definition, and there was no trouble taking your answer now. You liked you, me, and you kissed me, your tongue knowing my mouth, disguising me, our tongues caressed each other.

It was a hot summer day in Foyil, Okalahoma when Terri, who visited his cousin, renewed their lesbian relationship. They got close. They had begun to inspect the bodies when they were in puberty. It’s gone to look and touch to suck. They both appreciated the feeling, but as they entered their teens, they stopped playing with each other because they were afraid that people discovered what they were doing and called names.

I live in a two-bedroom apartment with three of my friends, my roommate is also my best friend since the second year. The two rooms are master rooms, we have a third bathroom of the kitchen that comes a lot, all accoutrements, inside, outdoor pools, laundry service, full gym with just about every machine known to man, you get the photo. I don’t remember who came with the idea of sharing our money and living as queens, but it really worked well for us, especially the fact that we have twenty four hours of security service and no one can enter the door without the approval of the tenant and I.D. My roommate and best friend, Toni and I had started making bets in high school on the result of TV shows and things like that and the winnings increased last year. We do this once a week and a few weeks ago, I won, our roommates worked late, so I did to Toni make dinner and serve me in the nude, which was very fun for me and as it turned out, as for Toni. I broke her ass a few times when she served me, I rubbed her ass and when I asked about the desert, Toni put me in the mouth, telling me to enjoy the desert. To not be overwhelmed, I took her nipples in my mouth and sucked on it, making me realize why men loved our tits, it was very pleasant. The next week, I won, made Toni give me a bath and shave. Next week, Toni won and she never said a word about the salary, really asking me what was in store for me. We were watching TV, all four of us, Toni said it was late, looked at me, crumbled my finger so I could follow and I knew it was time to pay.

I guess my sex life started one day in the summer of my thirteenth year while I was doing my chores. I was in my brother’s room that kept his clothes clean, and I found a pile of pornographic magazines in his drawer. Out of curiosity about what could be so big about things like that, I pulled them and went to my room. I closed and locked my door, then sat on my bed and started looking in the magazines. There was a photo of naked or semi-nudes girls in erotic poses, and reader stories about their various sexual exploits. After reading and looking for a while, I started thinking that if sex was as exciting and mysterious as these magazines did to be, then maybe I was missing (I guess for the first time I was getting excited). I started wondering how my body compared to the girls’ bodies in the pictures, so I removed my clothes and sunk before my full mirror with the magazines broadcast in front of me. I look pretty good. My hair was long on my shoulders and brown, my blue eyes, and my lips were full and soft. My five-foot shape was smooth and firm with the young. In the summer, I was tanned a rich brown outside of the milky white triangles on my smooth round ass, soft blonde pussy, and pit, boobs size fishing.

Over the last ten years, I have come from a gentle, innocent, extremely naive 18 years of the Bible belt to, with the possible exception of my aunt Sally, the best cock and pipe artist to find. I left the house when I was 18 to go to college in South California. My parents were very strict; My father is a Baptist pastor and my mother teaches the summer school and leads the church choir. They only agreed to go to school if I stayed with my aunt Sally, who lived in some college blocks. Sally was only ten years older than me, but had a master’s degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and Dad approved it and felt that she, despite only 28 years old, would be a guardian fit for their sweet virgin girl. As we didn’t know.