Pussy Licking

A message on the answering machine was the only notice of his imminent arrival. In less than 12 hours, Doug would be here to stay just 48 hours. She sighed deeply in frustration. Twice before she came to see him. The first time, several years earlier, it had been soundly rejected. It hurt her. The second was during a visit when he had undergone surgery on his shoulder. I can’t really blame him for not being sexually interested. He was suffering a lot. But she and Greg had talked to him several times as the man she could be with. It was certainly one of his fantasies. If it were to become a reality, it would be another story.

This story started a year ago. My husband and I made arrangements to send our 15-year-old son to a mountain summer camp where he wanted to go for a few months. Then my husband thought we should take a vacation too. We chose Cyprus to spend several weeks.

We did all the planning, bought the tickets to fly over and made reservations in a beautiful hotel on a picturesque beach. We were getting our passports, travel checks and money exchanged when my husband told me he had to go to Japan for business.

Even if I wasn’t looking forward to having friends tonight, I had to admit that dinner went well. My ribs slightly made me laugh at Steve telling us how he was trying to get into his high school football uniform and divide the crotch wide open. You suggest we’re more comfortable in the living room so we all filled our wine glasses and we went to the living room. Dimly lit and soft music playing the furniture filled quickly so I sat in your knees. Brian (who is never without a story) starts telling us the problems he had in chemistry at university and demanded tutoring. He told us that the only thing he learned from his tutor was the right way to fuck his fingers and we all laughed. Of course, this leads to the business of our erotic school stories.

I was 17 when I decided to finally try to sleep with another girl. I had been thinking about it since I was a teenager, but I had never had the courage to try anything, mainly because I was afraid that the word would come out from all over town. Some information:

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

Like Donna washed the morning dishes, she looks at her kitchen window and looks at her daughter playing in the garden with one of her neighborhood girlfriends. The girls played with tetherball. It was a hot morning and the girls had stopped playing temporarily and moved under the shadow of a maple tree where they drank water from a garden hose. They always felt playful and soaked. Donna smiles also herself while both fight for the control of the pipe.

I’m gonna be 23 in three days. This story is about what happened between my brother and I at the age of 14. At the time, I was very surprised.

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

It wasn’t a plan, but I expected it to work that way. I had planned “one day” to take a friend for a motorcycle. Her name is Debbie. Debbie is a pretty, not beautiful, dirty blonde. She’s got pretty, tip-sized tits by promising bumps.

We agreed to meet with her daughter in Boston, and I picked her up on my Harley Sportster. We stopped at the bank and then boarded for a trip to the Mohawk Trail. It is a little known secret that the bad road 2 has become a beautiful picturesque country that leads to Greenfield, MA.

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.