What follows is based on a true story of love between two women. Reema, a dear and sensuous friend of mine in her mid 25s, agreed to answer a series of questions I put to her regarding the details of her recent love affair with an attractive married woman. This is the essence of what she told me. The names have been altered and some of the details filled in so as to give extra satisfaction to the reader. Reema is an unassuming woman and it took some encouragement from me for her to realise how much erotic pleasure her experiences would yield. If you enjoyed this account do please write to let us know so I might encourage Reema to relate some more about herself and her lesbian desires.
Q. Reema, can you remember when you first realised you were turned on sexually by other women?
A. Sorry I cannot give a specific age – it sorta just sprung up on me – but I would say it was around 19. I remember looking at girls my age and older and saying to myself ‘They’re cute’ or ‘I wonder what they are like in bed’. Although I was interested in guys and had a lot of male crushes at that time, still my mind always wandered to women. At night I used to lie in bed running my hands over my growing breasts and stroking and fingering my pussy thinking about some sexy woman I’d seen and wondering if she’d be open to lesbian sex. As the years went by my love, attraction and admiration for women grew. I started to look at women more and actually think about what it would be like to have a girlfriend, romantically as well as physically. You know, a woman to love and share things with, like going for a meal, or to a nightclub, or just shopping or watching films together. Although guys always stayed in my mind, there is and always has been an empty part of me that will not be satisfied unless I have a female lover in my life.
Q. I know you consider yourself bisexual. But on balance do you tend more towards women or men – are you more lesbian or more hetro?
A. Truthfully, to answer your question, I have my days in which I tend to favour men and others when I tend to favour women. But my thoughts are more focused on women. I don’t think of myself as a lesbian, but I would really want to explore that side of me more considering I am a little more inexperienced with women than with men.
Q. Is there a special woman in your life at the moment?
A. Yes, there is – a married woman with a couple of kids. She and I have been lovers for a few months now.
Q. Would you tell me how you met?
A. I first met her at the grocery store. The lines were long and the store was packed – but for some reason she stood out more than others. I couldn’t help but stare at her, she was so beautiful. And I couldn’t stop myself blushing when her eyes finally locked with mine. She has gorgeous dark eyes and a smile that would make you melt! I love women with dark hair and exotic, sultry features. I was so nervous when we stood next to each other in line. Thankfully she was the one who talked to me first, telling me her name was Ruby (I was about to die!… because I was nervous and afraid). But after awhile we started to talk and I felt more at ease.
We went outside to chat more while we were waiting for our rides. She has such a great personality and is really down to earth. She also has a very calm demeanour that makes you feel all warm and safe inside. As I got to know her more what especially attracted me to her was her intelligence – she’s a very smart woman and knows how to handle herself, and well, yes, me as well. She is very independent and has a strong will. I really appreciate these character traits in a woman. Strong, confident, women turn me on big time.
I felt right then I was falling for this woman. My head was light and my pussy was tingling and oozing juice! I was secretly hoping that she would take me home with her and that we could make love while her husband was at work. Well, that didn’t happen – not then at least. But we did exchange numbers and that evening she rang me on the phone. My heart was pounding when I heard her sensual voice again. We spoke a long time and increasingly flirted with each other. She suggested that we meet up again for coffee, which we did on two or three occasions.
Q. Can you describe those meetings?
A. God, they were incredible. There was this amazing erotic tension. I wanted her to notice me, to want me. So I wore my tightest jeans and a very hugging black top that showed off my large breasts. Previously, in the supermarket, I’d been wearing only a loose sweet-shirt. I wanted this woman to see my curvy body and sexy cleavage. We sat in a secluded corner of the café, which was quiet – which helped. We were sitting close together and, well, my arousal rose like never before with every minute she was close to me. She fixed her attention on me completely, leaning across to look deeply into my eyes, only shifting her gaze from time to time to my breasts. I was finding it hard to concentrate, to keep calm. Her perfume scented the air and her soft voice made me go weak at the knees. I loved the feeling of being with such a confident, intelligent, strong and sexy woman. It’s what Id always fantasized about.
I think Ruby sensed my arousal, my deepening infatuation with her, because she kept smiling and fingering her hair and then, very discretely, she gently lowered her hand onto mine and ran her fingertips up my arm. I kept as still as I could, trying not to react. I didn’t want to show my nerves or frighten her off in any way. And then, still slowly and smoothly, she slipped her hand under the table and placed it on my thigh. She held it there, squeezing gently, before stroking back and forth. Her gaze locked onto mine and she smiled and said in her low soft voice.
‘I hope this isn’t making you feel uncomfortable, Reema. I don’t want to presume too much. I mean, some women wouldn’t want another woman to touch them, to softly squeeze their thigh. But then, your not one of those women are you Reema? I didn’t think you’d object to being touched by a woman. And I was right, wasn’t I? In fact, I think you rather want this don’t you my dear?’
She squeezed more tightly now, her hand moving closer to the crutch of my jeans where my pussy was oozing juice.
‘Yes, Ruby, yes, I do want you to touch me. I’ve been wanting this badly…’
I placed my own hand on hers and stroked her soft skin. She smiled.
‘Ummm, I can always tell when a woman is open to the possibilities of female love. Tell me, Reema, have you ever made love to a woman before?’
‘Yes, I have, in my college days. She was my class mate. She seduced me one evening.’
‘And how was it, my dear?’
‘It was incredible. She was a beautiful lover. She smelt and tasted so good – I loved every moment.’
‘Good. Good. And would you like to repeat the experience – this time with a married woman, a woman who thinks that you are wonderfully beautiful and deeply desirable…’
Her hand was pressing now on the crutch of my jeans. My pussy was yearning for her touch, for her tongue. ‘Oh yes, Ruby, I would, I would love that very much.’
But, I added, wouldn’t her husband mind me visiting? Oh no, she said – he’s very keen to meet you. And then she added:
‘Don’t worry, my sweet. My husband never interferes between me and my lady friends. You will have my undivided attention.’
Q. Tell me how you prepared to visit her home. Were you excited?
A. The first time I went to her home I was nervous yet excited. I tried to keep my excitement at a reasonable level but that did not work. In the couple of days leading up to the visit I couldn’t think of anything else! I was perpetually horny. It was like I was on heat. I lay in bed in the mornings just stroking my pussy and running my hands over my breasts, teasing my nipples, imaging I was with this woman. No one, male or female, had had that effect on me before. I lost count of the number of orgasms I gave myself. I couldn’t wait to be with her.
After lunch on the day we were to meet up I took a long bath and washed my long black hair. I shaved my pussy nice and smooth. I’m usually shaven anyway, but I wanted to be completely bald for my lover, so I could open my pussy lips fully to her gaze and touch. After moisturising and scenting my body I selected a simple tight-fitting babydoll T-shirt and short jeans that hugged my full rounded arse. I left for her house – my heart pounding loudly!
Q. What happened when you got to Ruby’s house?
A. When I first arrived she greeted me at the door then gave me a hug and we then walked to the kitchen. She was smiling and relaxed, wearing a black top and short black skirt that set off her tanned legs and auburn hair beautifully. She wanted to put me at my ease, exchanging pleasantries and fixing us drinks. After a little while she suggested we go through to the den to relax. As we got to the den I was floored and stopped in my tracks because there on the television was a film of two gorgeous lesbians going at it. Their love making seemed to fill the room, with their sighs and moans and words of pleasure.
We sat together side by side on the sofa. My eyes were locked on the screen. The women were so sexy and they were making love with such passionate intensity. As I watched I felt Ruby slip her left arm around my shoulder, gently pressing me to her. I felt so warm and secure in her arms and leaned into her. Her right hand was placed on my exposed bare thigh. She whispered in my ear.
‘It’s hot isn’t it? I thought you might like it. They’re beautiful aren’t they? It’s my favourite video – it always gets me horny, it always gets me ready for some girl to girl love making. I hope it has the same affect on you Reema…does it?’
I turned my head towards Ruby and smiled. My throat was tight and I found it hard to speak audibly.
‘Of course it turns me on. But just thinking of you has made me horny all week. Please Ruby, kiss me….’
With a still and calm expression Ruby moved her lips slowly – I thought they’d never reach me! – towards mine. At last her soft lips touched mine – only faintly at first, brushing my own pouting lips. She raised her right hand to my cheek, gently stroking it and then sliding her fingers through my hair.
‘Oh my beautiful, dear young creature. This is going to be delicious….’
She leaned forward more purposefully now planted a firm kiss on my lips. She was hungry, and her lips moved over and around my own. Iwas hungry too and showed her this by pushing my tongue forward to her lips. She opened her mouth and our tongues met. God this woman knew how to kiss another woman! Her right hand was smoothing its way over my body now, caressing my thigh, moving up to my hips and waist. I lowered my hand, took hers, and lifted it onto my swollen, aching left breast. She squeezed it through the fabric of my top and bra. I was breathing heavily and Ruby was moaning quietly under her breath.
Only after some minutes of passionate kissing did she draw back, run her hands through her hair, and then step off the sofa. She offered her hand and I clasped it as she drew me to my feet. She walked me to the centre of the room before the television and stood me in front of it. She then slid behind me, pressing her body against my back, using both her hands to roam over my full figure.
‘Watch the pictures, my darling. Feast your eyes on those lesbian beauties. Aren’t they every woman’s dream?’
They were amazing. There was a nicely toned woman of about 35, with light brown hair and pert breasts, making love to a younger dark haired Latina woman. I couldn’t take my eyes off the Latina . She had long luxuriant black hair and deep dark eyes framed by long eyelashes. Her young body was very curvy, and her breasts were full, big, and heavy, with huge dark nipples. She was squatting over the prone position of the older woman, her pussy full on the woman’s face. She squirmed as she was eaten out, all the time massaging and sucking in her own big breasts.
The film itself was enough to make my pussy drenched with cream. But at the same time I had my own darling female lover caressing me with her hands and kissing and licking the back of my neck.
‘Don’t you love the dark woman with the gorgeous breasts. I love big breasted women – and you, Reema, have the most wonderful breasts. I couldn’t take my eyes off them in the café. I couldn’t stop thinking about them. Oh, they feel so good, so full….’
She was exploring my breasts with both her hands. I leaned back and sighed loudly. To help her I lowered my hands and pulled up my top over my breasts and over my head, to expose my bra and the flesh of my cleavage. Ruby was kissing and nibbling at my neck and shoulder, her hands now sliding over the upper part of my breasts and the soft flesh of my stomach. Her grip was firm and she was pulling me to her tight. I liked her taking control – it felt so right. Locked together she began to sway her body in a dance like motion, grinding her navel against my arse, which I pushed back to respond to her movements.
‘God Reema, you have such a sexy body. I’m going to want to fuck you for hours
I’m going to want to bring you into my marital bed, I’m going to kiss and lick every inch of your kinky body, I’m going to eat out your hot pussy and suckle on your breasts while my husband watches, I’m going to give you all the female love you ever wanted my dear sexy delicious girl….’
Q. What happened next?
A. After running her soft hands all over my body as we stood in front of the TV she turned me towards her and we kissed. We then slid to the floor with her on top of me, between my open legs. I was clawing at her back, pulling her against my large bust and rounded tummy. Her lips and tongue were all over my face and neck and I was squirming with the passion she was stirring in me. She was making love to me with her mouth, like she wanted to savour every inch of me. No man had ever remotely turned me on with his kisses like this woman was doing. I was groaning loudly, encouraging my lover, telling her that I was all hers that I would do anything she wanted, that I wanted her to initiate me into the depths of lesbian love making.
Only after we’d kissed for what seemed like ages did she ease back onto her knees and begin to unbutton her blouse, smiling at me as she did so. Easing the blouse from her shoulders she then unhooked her white bra to reveal to me her sweet, succulent breasts. Her skin was pale but her nipples were large and deep pink. Tenderly she squeezed each nipple to its full length before beckoning me towards her. Of course I wanted to feel my lover’s breasts and rose to my knees to face her. Tentatively I lifted my hands towards Ruby’s waiting breasts, but as I did so she caught my hands in hers and lifted my fingers to her mouth to suck each in turn.
‘Mmmm Reema, won’t you free your breasts for me too, my darling. I want to feel your soft flesh against mine….’
I reached back to unclasp my bra, arching my back and pushing my chest forward as I did so. I kept the fabric in place with my arms, inviting Ruby to expose my naked breasts. She was breathing hard: she has a breast fetish and is obsessed with my cleavage! Gently she reached out, took the top of my black lace bra, and peeled it down over my full 36 inch c-cup breasts. She moaned deeply as my tits swung free and my large dark nipples were revealed. Oh my god, oh my god she kept repeating, you are so beautiful
Reema, your young breasts are so sexy, you’re making me so horny…
She stretched out her hands to cup each of my breasts, my ample flesh spilling over her small, slender, hands. Her pale skin looked so beautiful set against my own darker complexion. God, my breasts were aching for her attention! Unable to wait I placed my own hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth down towards my left nipple.
‘Come to me my darling Reema, let me suckle you my love.’
Her experienced mouth opened to receive my nipple and it was my turn to moan as her lips and tongue sent a surge of tingling pleasure through my breasts. I held her close, stroking her long hair with my fingers, sighing with contentment.
‘Mmmm, my darling, yes…oh yes, yes…Feed at my big breasts my dear…They’re yearning for you’re your kiss, your tongue…They’re yours, whenever you want them, just don’t stop honey, please….’
Luckily Ruby had no intention of stopping. Back and forth she went from one breast to another, teasing, sucking, licking, nibbling, massaging, making love to me with an intensity and passion I’d never before experienced – even dreamed of. My breasts were full of desire and I could feel a long, deep, orgasm stirring in my pussy. But then, bad luck, the phone began to ring!
Ruby didn’t want to answer it and I didn’t really want her to either. But I convinced her she should… it could have been important like her kid or something so she slipped from my grasp and walked up to the receiver. From her response it was immediately obvious that it was her husband on the line.
‘Humm darling, yes, I’m fine, very fine. I’ve got company, honey…yeah, its Reema – the attractive girl I met at the grocery store the other day, remember? Oh yeah, we’re getting on beautifully. She’s so sweet – and very hot….’
As Ruby spoke she beckoned me towards her with her finger. As I approached I stopped just short of her and slowly peeled my jeans over my hips and arse, easing them down my thighs and stepping free. I then removed my panties as well so I was naked for the first time before my lover.
Q. How did you feel at this point?
A. Well, I know I carry some excess weight. But I knew too that Ruby loved large breasted women, women with full, curvaceous, figures. So I felt good and sexy as I revealed to her my young ripe body. I allowed my hips to roll seductively as I approached her, my heavy breasts swaying before me. Still clutching the receiver with her left hand, she slipped her right arm around me and pulled me to her. I slipped my own arms around her and hugged her tight, placing kisses on the nape of her neck and up to her jaw, chin and cheek. Ruby was breathing hard now and her husband was getting turned on by the sounds of her arousal.
‘Ohhh Ramesh, my darling Reema’s naked in my arms. Ohh she is sooo sexy, baby, god you’d want to fuck her, I know you would. She’s just the woman you like, with a juicy arse and ripe, succulent, tits. But she’s here for me darling, she’s kissing your wife, running her hands over my body, making me crazy with desire…..Is this turning you on, baby, are you getting all hard for me? Go on, stroke your cock, make it big and hard…. I want you to cum while you sit at your desk….You know how much you like to think of your wife making lesbian love. Oh I am darling, I am going to make long, hot, passionate lesbian love to Reema – and she wants it, darling, she wants it badly, don’t you my dear?’
Yes, I did want it badly and I pushed my body up against Ruby’s back, my soft tummy gyrating against her arse. My hands gently caressed and squeezed her breasts before sliding down to unfasten the front of her skirt which I then slid over her hips. I then eased my hands beneath the elastic of her panties so I could feel the cheeks of her arse. Ruby sighed deeply – her sighs turning to groans as I placed my right index finger up against her tight anus. As Ruby arched her back to push her arse to meet my finger I leaned forward to place my mouth close to the receiver.
‘Hi Ramesh, it’s Reema here.’
My voice was barely audible at first. I was shy at the idea of speaking to another woman’s husband and my voice was tight with desire. But I knew that this was what Ruby wanted – that she wanted her husband to share in her desire.
‘I hope your cock’s real hard, Ramesh, I hope you’re wanking it real good. I hope it turns you on to think of me with your wife. She’s so gorgeous; she’s such a good lover. Oh Ramesh, I love Ruby, I need her, I’ll do anything for her – and she can do anything to me, my voluptuous body and 36 inch tits are at her disposal. I hope you don’t mind, Ramesh, tell me you don’t…’
Ramesh was moaning and breathing heavily on the phone. From his obvious excitement I took it that he had no problems with me fucking his wife! I pulled her panties over her arse and pushed them down her thighs. My lover was naked too now – except for her heeled shoes. My hands roamed freely over her nicely curved body – her firm thighs, her round arse, her tight stomach, her soft breasts. With my lips I was kissing my way along the middle of her back, loving the taste of her scented body. Ruby had arched her back, gazing up towards the ceiling, moaning loudly into the handset for the benefit of Ramesh. With her free hand she slid her fingers to her pussy.
‘Oh Ramesh, oh Ramesh, I’m fingering my pussy darling. I’m so wet honey – my cunt’s all wet and slippery. Reema’s got your wife all juiced up, darling. Ahhh, ahhh….I’m lubricating up my fingers…I’m scooping up juice, from my pussy, I’m licking my fingers, licking off my juice….Oh ummm, it tastes soooo good, you know how good I taste, don’t you baby? I can’t wait to have Reema lapping at my pussy, I can’t wait to spread my legs for her….Ohhh Reema darling, feel my wetness, feel my desire….’
Ruby pushed my hand towards her pussy. I slid my fingers over the trimmed pubic hair that crowned her pussy before sliding my fingers over her lips. God, she was wet – very wet. Her pussy lips were large and exposed and I began to finger her with both my hands simultaneously, allowing my fingers to explore her lips, her pussy-hole and her clit at the same time. Ruby began to hump her pussy rhythmically against my fingers, her body trembling against mine, her breathing heavy and punctuated by shrieks and squeals of delight.
‘Ah Ramesh, oh my God, Reema’s fucking me with her fingers, this is so good, urghhh, ah, ah, I’m gonna cum, your wife’s gonna cum…..Yes Reema, yes….I’m loving this, baby, faster, faster….Cum Ramesh, cum baby, beat off that cock of yours, I can’t hold back…..ahhhh…..yess, yess, arrhhhh……’
Ruby writhed in my arms as she orgasmed against my fingers. I guess Ramesh came as well as a loud moan emanated from the handset. Ruby’s release was a powerful one and as she gave herself up to her lesbian desires she dropped the phone to the floor. With both hands now free she reached back to clasp my head for support, her body heaving in my arms as she recovered her breath with deep intakes of air.
Only slowly did she ease me round to face her. The two of us smiled and locked our gaze – each woman looking into deep into the eyes of the other. My desire for her was developing into love and I felt she was sensing the same emotions. We drew together and slipped our arms around each others waists. I opened my full lips and she gently lowered her mouth to mine. I tilted my head slightly to one side and relaxed into the kiss.
Q. Tell me about that kiss. How did it feel?
A. Mmm, there’s something wonderfully special about kissing a woman – and when that woman is mature and experienced in kissing other girls the feelings amazing. I felt like she was opening new worlds to me. Her lips and tongue and taste were touching the core of my being. While we kissed Ruby’s hands gently explored my body. They were cool and smooth on my skin, running over my full soft arse, the curve of my hips, along my back, feeling my shoulders and the base of my neck. I kept my eyes tight shut, concentrating on the experience and trying to please Ruby with my lips and my tongue. I felt like the centre of me was melting and my pussy was oozing a continual flow of juices. I shifted to part my legs and Ruby took the hint, pressing her thigh between mine, rubbing her leg against my hungry pussy. I groaned deeply.
Q. Was Ruby quiet, or did she talk dirty to you?
A. Oh yeah, she talked nice and dirty – which always turns me on. She said she loved my kinky body, my fat juicy tits. She made me feel so good about myself – she said that I was so beautiful and desirable. That my soft, curvy figure made her so horny. She called me her luscious lesbian bitch, her hot little dyke. She said that she wanted to fuck me and fuck me – that she wanted me all to herself and she would make her husband sleep in the spare room. She kept moaning and telling me how much she wanted to eat out my pussy and push her tongue in my arse and rub her clit against mine. All this talk was getting me hotter and hotter and I pleaded with her, my darling Ruby, to take me to her marital bed and make love to me and teach me and make me her devoted lesbian slave. At this she took my hand, lifted it to her mouth, kissed it, and gently led through to the bedroom.
Q. What happened in the bedroom?
A. Well, she was slow and gentle with me which I loved! She handled me with such kind and gentleness like I was an antique china doll…like if she were to be rough I’d break. Ruby is really a connoisseur of women: unlike any man I’ve been with she knew how to completely satisfy me as a woman. She just focused on me and my needs – there was no rush, no hurrying on to a quick fuck. She paid attention to my whole body for a generous amount of time, straddling me and using her whole body to give me pleasure.
At first we just made out, kissing deeply, running our hands through each others long hair, speaking of our love and desire, enjoying the feeling of our breasts meeting and caressing, the smell of our wet pussy. Ruby was getting more and more passionate – her kisses stronger and more insistent. Her saliva drooled from her mouth and I licked it up. She was stirring me up incredibly. She was in complete control and I was being made into simpering horny dyke in her arms.
I kept imploring her to kiss me and take me and eat out my pussy and fuck me – but she kept teasing me, taking her time, letting my lust build. I was getting a little frustrated – not because she didn’t let me cum, but because I am a giver meaning I’d get more pleasure pleasing her body rather than her pleasing mine. But god did she please me! She pulled a couple of pillows over and lifted my head on to them. As she did so she whispered in my ear.
I going to eat out your cunt baby – and I want you to have a good view of my head between your legs. Believe me, it will make it sooo much better. Now spread your soft thighs for Ruby you horny little whore.’
I fixed my eyes on hers, easing my legs apart, clasping me fleshy thighs in my hands, exposing every fold of my glistening bald pussy. The blood was throbbing in my cunt. The heat was palpable and the smell of my arousal was pungent. Ruby breathed in deeply and began to kiss her way down my soft belly and to the underside of my thighs. My skin is sensitive there and her probing tongue sent a thrill through me. I was in heat already and she hadn’t even touched my pussy yet! Between each lick, each caress, she sighed and uttered some words – dirty, sexy words that filled my lust. She was filling all my senses – with her touch, her look, her words, her smell.
‘That’s it, baby, that’s right. Open your legs nice and wide for me – show me your lovely wet pussy. Oh I love young pussy, it’s so sweet and juicy. God I’ve wanted this, needed this. I’ve needed to taste your juices, to press my tongue between your lips, show you what a woman’s love means. Spread your legs you darling lesbian whore, give Ruby a good view of your cunt lips, your clit….ummm, its so ripe, so engorged….let me lick it honey, let me suck it…is this good, baby, is this what you want? Show me darling, so me what you’ve got for me….’
This was what I’d wanted alright. Ever since I’d first made Ruby’s acquaintance I had fantasised about her eating me out, her beautiful face between my legs. But this beat any fantasy, the experience was too intense to be imagined. And yes, Ruby was right to say how sexy it was to watch yourself be eaten out. I was mesmerised by the rhythmic movement of her head between my legs. Ruby’s hair was dishevelled and moist with sweat and every now and then she would look up and smile before thrusting out her powerful tongue, licking her lips, and continuing her passionate ravishing of my cunt.
I was dissolving now before my lover’s desire. Juice was flowing freely from my pussy into Ruby’s mouth and my whole body felt like it was melting, draining my essence into the centre of my womanhood. As my orgasm built and then broke forth I arched my back, gripping my large breasts and letting out a large full-throated cry which only gradually subsided as my orgasm ran its course. Ruby was delighted with my performance, telling me as she took me in her arms how much she loved a woman who came loud and hard. Never, she said, hold anything back: give me it all….
Q. Did you pleasure each other all night?
A. That evening I certainly learned to give and take it all. Ruby was obsessed with my body and never ceased to love me. To give me time to recover she pressed her well-toned body against my ampler form and we exchanged tender, romantic kisses. As we did so Ruby told me some more about her personal history and her lesbian experiences.
Her first relationships, she said, had all been with women – first at school, and then at college. It was only shortly before graduation that she had formed a short-lived infatuation for a handsome college sportsman and soon, without really knowing the why or how, found herself accepting his proposal of marriage, living in a suburban villa, and pregnant with their first child.
This pregnancy marked the end of her brief flirtation with heterosexual love. The more pregnant she got the hornier she got for other women. Her frustration became intense until she found release in the arms of a rather maternal but very lesbian midwife. It was partly to maintain the cover for their relationship that she became pregnant again quickly after her first child. Of course the inevitable happened and her husband one day found the two of them in bed. She thought the marriage was over, but to her surprise her husband was understanding – helped no doubt by the fact that he had himself been having an affair – and gradually her love for other women became the centre piece of their erotic life, with her husband often watching her make lesbian love – and sometimes joining in, providing the other woman was comfortable with that. I guessed what was coming next.
‘Ramesh will be home shortly, my dear. Would you mind if he watched us make love?’
I replied that I had no objection at all – though I’d never performed sexually before someone else before.
She continued ‘And would you, I wonder, be willing to let him join us to make a threesome…..or would you prefer to keep me all to yourself?’
I was flustered by the question, not wishing to disrupt a beautiful evening and friendship.
‘To be truthful, Ruby, I’d prefer for it to be just us two. Do you mind?’
‘Not at all! That’s what I wanted you to say. Believe me, I want your delectable body all to myself as well! You will stay with me tonight and we will confine Ramesh to the spare room. I think we both know that we don’t need a man, don’t we?’
With a broad grin Ruby slid from the bed and walked across to a large cabinet. She opened the door and bent forward to reach inside a drawer. I took a good long look at the view of her delicious arse that she presented me with – rounded, smooth, and nicely filled out. There is, for me, no sight more alluring than the arse of a sexy woman!
When she turned she was clutching a large pink dildo, sculptured like a real cock, with a veined texture and bulbous head. Still smiling she fastened the dildo to her with a series of straps until it was firmly positioned and jutting out like a real hard-on. I squealed delight at the sight. I had always wanted to be fucked by a woman and to see such a sexy, feminine, woman, sporting a male endowment sent me into palpitations! My cheeks flushed and my pussy oozed juice. Ruby moved towards me, the cock swinging as she rolled her nice full hips. As she crawled back up the bed to me she leaned forward to kiss me tenderly and I reached between her legs to stroke her phallus. I knew then that Ruby could satisfy me in ways that exceeded even my deepest fantasies. With a voice tremulous with desire I encouraged my lover.
‘No, Ruby, I don’t need a man. I need you. Fuck me, my darling, fuck me please….fuck me with your cock until I’m raw, fuck your lesbian slut please…’
Unexpectedly, Ruby grasped my hips and pivoted me onto my front. I drew up my back legs to present her with a full view of my plump arse. She gripped the flesh of my cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing my shaven pussy and my arse hole. I moaned as her tongue slid its way over my exposed cunt lips, teasing and exploring and stirring me up with all the experience she had of the female body. I was slumped forward, my sweat soaked face buried in a pillow. I was completely absorbed in the intensity of the moment – and brimmed with anticipation of what would surely follow. It was at this point that I heard the bedroom door open and saw Ruby’s husband Ramesh enter the room from the corner of my eye! Q. How did you react?
A. At first I was very uncomfortable – embarrassed and, well, nervous frankly. Ramesh was a biggish man, wearing a dark grey suit, with a shock of dark hair. The tension lifted a little when he smiled at me and said hi – adding that I was indeed as beautiful and sexy as Ruby had said.
‘But then, my wife has always had impeccable taste in women. Please don’t worry about me Reema – I shan’t bother you two sweet ladies.’
I turned around to look at Ruby, wanting her reassurance. She ignored her husband and clasped me in her arms, kissing my neck and whispering in my ear.
‘Yes, baby, yes honey, it’s just me and you my darling. I love you my gorgeous woman and your mine alone. Ignore my husband and focus on me and us. God, I’m aching to fuck you…’
I let Ruby push me back forward onto the bed. Again I lifted my arse to her and this time I felt her mount me from behind, the fat head of her cock pressing against my arse and then my the lower lips of my pussy. I clasped my arse cheeks and pulled them wider to help her drive her cock home and with two or three thrusts she eased herself into me.
I had never taken such a large, hard, cock and the sensation was piercing at first. But Ruby knew how to fuck a woman! She kept herself still within me for some time, allowing my pussy muscles to adjust to her member and my juices to build. With her hands on my hips she encouraged me to move back and forth against her cock. My movements were small at first but gradually they became deeper and more pronounced. Each time I impaled myself on my lover I let out a deep cry. I must have looked a sight: I was hot and sweating and my long black hair was hanging over my face. But I didn’t care: I was being consumed by an overwhelming lesbian lust. To my right I could see a now naked Ramesh transfixed on us two women, wanking a decent sized cock. But I had no interest in him. My thoughts were only for his wife – and I’m sure she reciprocated.
Gradually the intensity of our fucking increased. As I thrust back, Ruby began to push forward to meet me. Each of us was now fucking the other, each of us in the grip of a profound passion. Our fuck was long and hard. After some minutes Ramesh let out a grunt and a fountain of white cum fell on to his large belly. His cock immediately began to soften, but Ruby remained hard for me, ready to fuck me as long as I could stand it and begged for me. As she pounded my arse she shouted at me.
‘Go on, you horny bitch. Take my cock. Grip it with your pussy mussels. This is how you’ve wanted to be fucked, this is what you wanted. Oh your wet, you dirty little dyke. You can’t get enough of my cock, you’re so hungry for it. Tell me you want more, tell me you want me to fuck you all night. You’ve made me so hot, so hard. Cum my little lesbian, cum for Ruby, show her your desire, drench me with your cum….’
Of course I came, and as I did so I yelled uncontrollably, arching my back, my large breasts jiggling before me, my pussy on fire and letting loose a flood of feminine desire. Ruby continued to service me with her cock, and it was only when I collapsed onto the bed and drew my legs together that she gently eased her juice-soaked cock from deep in my pussy. Tenderly, she planted kisses up my back and I reached back to take her into my arms. Each of us exhausted by our passion we nestled in one another’s arms, each caressing the other, treasuring the intimate contact with another woman. As I looked across I saw that Ramesh had left us. And thus began my first night in the bed of a married woman.
Q. Did you make love again during the night?
A. Oh yes, we made love off and on throughout the night. Gradually I took the initiative in pleasing her. I’m not so experienced when it comes to women but I enjoyed everything I did to her and just tried my best and did what I thought would feel good. I guess it worked because she came hard! We both came a decent amount of times during the night – sorry I cannot say how many times, I lost count! I wanted her to cum as much as possible and ate out her pussy for long periods. She loved that, but she had to push me away several times to let her rest. If I could my lips would be attached to her!
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Michelle is hooked

How it all began

A story as told to me.

Melinda grumbled, “Bah Humbug I hate Christmas!”

This happened. It’s up to you if you believe me, I don’t really care. I want to write it down though. While I don’t think I will ever forget this for the rest of my life, I want to remember the smaller details while they’re still fresh in my mind. I haven’t been able to get it out of my head ever since it happened. A large amount of it is about me, a 17 year old male with nothing but my dick and my messed up thoughts. So no homo. You’ll get a better idea of what actually happened and how amazing this was for me if you read it all.
Two weeks after finishing school for the day I decided to visit my auntie and cousin with whom I haven’t seen in quite some time. I’ve always been really close to both of them, and they’re more like a second mother and sister to me. My auntie is a single mom. The dickhead dad ditched her and his daughter around 4 years ago. He moved 200 miles away and started a new family with some other woman. He sends money and Birthday cards though, so that’s OK.
Both myself and my cousin are only children with no siblings, so the two of us have been especially close to each other growing up. She’s a little bit older than me, 18 years old, in her first year of University. I’ve always thought she was pretty. The fact that she is related to me has always compelled me to limit my perception of her as merely “pretty”. You can judge for yourself from the New Years Eve photo. Not sure why the Christmas tree is still up though.
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My cousin Emily was on her Christmas break from University for a few weeks. So I got there and there was no one home. I’ve had a key for years since it’s my 2nd home, so I decided I’d go in any to get some food. I went and made myself a sandwich and coffee and watched some TV. I wandered into my Emily’s bedroom, curious to see any University work she had brought home just to see how difficult it was.
I spent a few minutes looking at some of her books, and photos, I dunno, just snooping around…bored. I don’t why, but I to opened up the top drawer on the dresser. I saw all her panties, bras, socks, and tampons. I questioned why I was looking through her drawer and was about to stop, but just before I did I caught something shiny out of the corner of my eye. It was one of those small “bullet” vibrators. I picked it up and turned it on, and it started vibrating quite softly. An image immediately crept into my mind of her lying on the bed, naked, with the vibrator on her privates while she moaned softly. I looked around further, and found a dildo with some sort of weird attachment which I suppose was meant for the clitoris. There were also several condoms in the drawer, including a few empty packets that had obviously been opened.
That was the first time I had any sexual thought about her. Yeah, I know she’s hot, but we’re cousins. You don’t really think about that sort of thing unless something triggers it. There was only two occasions I can remember in my life that might be considered sexual between the two of us. One time when I was about 6 years old, during a time when I was obsessed with Wrestling, I found a porno mag which must have been her dads. This was my first exposure to sex and it confused the hell out of me. Why are the man and woman naked and holding each other? Why do they look so happy? All I can remember afterwards was that myself and Emily were playing as we always did upstairs in her room when my mom was visiting my aunty. We were both naked. We were both copying positions that were in the porno mag. Out of fucking nowhere my mom opened up the door on, looked angry, split us up and we went home. Nothing else was said and never has been. I’m not trying to say I was having sex with my cousin at 6 years old, we were just sort of rolling around and play fighting. We had no idea what the fuck we were doing. 10 minute beforehand she was watching saved by the bell on TV and I was playing Pokemon Red on my Gameboy(blue is for faggots son)
The second incident, to cut a long story short, was my proper introduction to sex. Emily’s dad had bought a new PC and an internet connection. This was the only computer in the house, and no one was allowed to touch it. Absolutely no one. Apart from her dad. So she’d always be over at my house using my family PC to go on Myspace or Kazaa. She was around 13 years old, and one day when we were alone she showed me a hardcore porn video.* Dick. Vagina. Semen. She said that I was supposed to watch it and pull on my penis and it would feel good.
“That’s what some of the boys in my year said they do”
And that was that. My Sex ED lesso. So it began. I guess this was the exact moment I became a teenager. Like before, this was never brought up again. But within one week of Emily showing me that video and saying the words “Pull” and “Penis”, my family PC was littered with “DIRTY-TEEN-FUCKEDHARD-18YEAR-ANAL.exe” and thousands of its variants. Gone were the days of looking curiously at the lingerie section in my mom’s clothing catalogue and questioning the meaning of life. Welcome to the internet. Enjoy. I’ve been jacking it almost every single day since then like the filthy animal I am.
I’ve never heard her talk about boyfriends or anything like that. She teases me about girls and deliberately makes me embarrassed when she asks me if I’m a virgin. I’ve always thought of her as a sweet and innocent girl. It’s not like she dresses slutty or even talks about guys she thinks are hot. No posters of Justin Timberlake and Enrique Iglesias on her wall If you get what I mean. But It would be quite naïve to think a girl as hot as her doesn’t get any sexual attention from other guys. And the condoms in her drawer pretty much confirmed that. Behind all the innocence, girls can be just as naughty as guys.
Anyway, I kept looking. There were bikinis, briefs, french knickers, shorts, thongs, g-strings, suspenders, tights, stockings. Everything from plain white cotton to dark red satin and see through black mesh. All styles and colors and materials. Hard to picture her wearing any of this stuff. After a quick scan I picked up one of the thongs and without even thinking of what I was doing, my motions on cruise control, put the part where the vagina sits up to my nose. I inhaled deeply.
It was absolute heaven.
These weren’t dirty panties, but I could still smell the scent of her vagina. I didn’t even know what a fucking vagina smelled like, I had yet to so much as finger a girl. But it was a smell so distinct it had to be it. And mixed with that “fresh out of the washing machine” smell, it was just beautiful.
Standing there in the middle of the room with my head back and a pair of panties on my face, I suddenly realized the fucking window in her room looked out to the entire street with the curtains wide open in broad daylight. I was almost about to snap out of it, to stop being such a fucking weird perv, and just go home and distract myself from all of this with my crack-like addiction to Starcraft and 4chan (shoutout to mah niggaz MVP, Zyzz, and based adam farrignton)
I felt a twitch in my trousers. I felt aroused. Very aroused. Then I felt like any moment now my Auntie or Cousin would walk past the window and see me standing there with the panty drawer wide open and with absolutely no explanation to offer. So I went into panic mode. I picked up 4 pairs of underwear. Rationally thinking that 4 missing would be too suspicious, I put one back. Irrationally thinking with my dick, I picked it back up.
Regular cotton white briefs with a black playboy logo on the front. Some sort of tutu/micro skirt black underwear with frilly pink bits that stick out. Then I don’t know what they’re called, but like a tiny version of mens boxer shorts that were yellow and with a sort of see- through mesh material. And finally, a dark red and black satin/ silk thong. Really smooth.
So I crammed them all into my jacket pocket. Left the house, and started walking. It was a good 15 minute walk to the bus stop, which involved me having to go the shop to pick up some things, so my arousal level slowly faded until I had forgotten everything about the last 15 minutes.
I was sitting at the back of the bus where the only other person was a middle aged woman and her daughter at the other side. I had my music playing, half reading the newspaper. In the back of my mind was trying to ignore the fact that I had just stolen 4 panties from my cousin, for no apparent reason. I stared out of the window and contemplated for a good minute how fucking weird this was. One part of my conscience telling me I should be so fucking ashamed of myself, the next It’s “normal” to do this and not that bad really. Whatever it is, when I put my hand in my pocket and felt the materials of each of the panties, I didn’t give a shit about what I was doing. I imagined how I would feel if I found out some girl had stolen my boxer shorts so she could rub them on her pussy. That would be fucking awesome. Then I remembered the really weird part about the situation. That the panties didn’t belong to just any girl, but my cousin. So then I pictured Emily masturbating with them instead, and well…that didn’t really change my mind.
I was sat right next to where the bus engine is, and anyone in Britain knows how much vibration there is at the back of the buses. Felt like a faggot getting turned on by erections, but it felt good. Those slight vibrations in my penis. I was just sitting there staring out the window, quietly content with the semi in my pants and the silky texture of the panties in my hand. I was telling myself to be patient, because I knew my mom wasn’t home and in about 15 minutes I’d be jacking it like a motherfucker.
The patience ended after about a minute. Packed bus. Woman and child sitting a few feet away. Couldn’t give a fuck. I just couldn’t help myself. Delving into that fucked up weird sexual state of mind every guy knows, I decided to up the ante. I slowly pulled out the pink satin panties that were in my jacket pocket, and slid them down my trousers. I was looking sort of to the right a little bit, so I could see the woman and child out of the corner of my eye just to make sure they weren’t looking
(No homo for the next part. Seriously, the girl will come, chill out. I’m just enjoying remembering every detail of this as I type)
I hadn’t masturbated in over a week, and as soon as I put that soft material touched on my penis…rock hard. All 7 inches of my virgin dick. Thick, solid, tight. I felt it grow an extra half inch that I previously didn’t know was there. Every capillary felt like an artery. Testosterone and every chemical aphrodisiac hormone there is were flowing through my body. My dick was pulsating. For the guys reading this, you can identify with this state of dickdom. There are different tiers of erections, sometimes you can masturbate while semi hard and it’s not so great. Sometimes when you think you’re fully hard you look at your dick and notice it’s slightly smaller than what you’ve seen before, and you can feel a slight limpness in it. On those rare occasions, you know your dick is a fucking Redwood tree. You just know it.
And that silky sensation of the panties brushing over the head of my penis was a hippie treehugger nourishing and taking care of my 100 foot wood. I began to become less aware that I was in a public place, and my alertness faded as the sensations and fantasies took over. Very slowly, as if I was I tugged the strap of the panties, moving my foreskin up and down. I’d grap it hard and let go. I’d pull my foreskin all the way down and hold It there, then massage the exposed head with the saddle of the thong. Imagining my cousins warm juices that were previously once there mixing with my precum, which by now was literally flowing down the entirety of my penis. A weeks’ worth of semen is demanding to be released, but I’m just enjoying this as much as I want right now. I was sitting there, not giving a fuck. Hand in pants, rock hard cock, the bulge In my pants visibly moving up and down. Eyes staring out the window at nothing. Jaw open like a complete and utter retard. I don’t even have any idea if anyone had saw me. If they looked in my general direction for even one second they would have clocked it. Some 17 year old virgin loser jacking off in the back of a public bus in the middle of the day. Fuck it. So I continued. In a total trance. Then I realised I had missed my stop. 5 fucking minutes ago.
I snapped out of it, looked around and the woman and child were long gone. They fucking saw me I knew it. Fuck it I need to get home and spew this fucking load.
Next stop. Ring the bell. “Thanks.” Out the bus. Hands in packets, feeling those panties around my fingers as walked as fast as I could back home trying to keep an erection.
I got back home, my dick hard as ever. No one’s was home so it was straight to work.
Laptop positioned, lube in place, trousers down to my knees.
I felt like some Sunny Lane. I’ve always had a thing for her.
To keep this sort, what followed was an hour of ecstasy. An hour of hanging delicately, but with a state of the art harness, on the edge of orgasm. Sometimes you can control it. Sometimes you get within an inch of It and your body just takes over you. My dick was in a different state that day. An hour of watching porn and an hour of jacking off my rock hard dick in which I was almost constantly on the edge of orgasm. Throughout my fap, I did all sorts of weird shit with those panties. I couldn’t help it. Half way through I…..I put the lace ones on.
Possibly the lowest I’ve ever sanked so far, and it’s hard to admit. But yeah, I was sat there jacking off while wearing a pair of my cousins panties. Weird I know, but fuck it felt good.
I decided I had had my fun for the day and time to go for the money shot. Fuck it, not even going to cum in my hand or a sock or tissue or anything. All my clothes are off. I’m aiming for the ceiling if I can. Sunny Lane is getting railed and she’s loving it. Taking it like a champ. She turns around and some dude is about to ejaculate into her mouth. I decide to cum as well, and I increase my intensity.
Just at that point.
I hear the back door open
“Anon, are you home?” my mom said
There were other voices there with her
They were my Auntie and my cousin Emily.
Most guys know the deal here. Being caught masturbating is not a nice experience. Those few seconds you have between being caught with your dick out or sitting there chilling on the computer are precious. Girls don’t know shit about multi-tasking.
Picture the situation. I have Sunny Lane on my laptop about to receive a gallon of cum down her throat with the fucking guy who won’t stop moaning with the volume very loud. I’m sitting in the living room completely naked except for a family members panties wrapped around my crotch. I have dick that is screaming to cum everywhere and to top it all of I have lubricant on the table, a pair of panties in my hand, and another of which I have no fucking idea of their whearabouts.
I made a decent effort though. It was almost perfect. Emily was the first one to see me. I caught her eye as soon as she appeared in the doorway, while my waistband was simultaneously being snapped back into place over her thong I was wearing and the laptop lid being smashed closed. She had witnessed the final few milliseconds of the aftermath of what had been a weirdo sexual adventure that lasted a good 3 hours, starring my fucked up self and the her panties.
It hadn’t clicked immediately, but it was the very first moment of eye contact with her that gave it away for me. Some of these things you just know, an unexplainable sixth sense. Or just a tiny giveaway in visual communication.
Despite this, I hadn’t seen her in like 4 months. She walked towards me with her arms wide open and a huge smile on her face. Too afraid to get up and reveal my erection, I remained seated as she leaned over to hug me. I snapped back to reality. She was my beautiful cousin. Like a big sister. I missed her.
My mom and auntie came shuffling in yammering about something uninteresting. The three of them had been shopping in the post-Christmas sales and had bought a shit load of clothes
I was so fucking paranoid. I was still transitioning from sexual beast mode to my normal self. Emily was asking me how I was getting on, telling me she missed me, telling me about the University, her classes, how much fun she’s having… I was finding it hard to pay attention, more worried about the missing panties that were somewhere in this room. I know I had a pair stuffed in my pocket. And a silky red thong riding my asscrack and holding in place my limp dick. The other two were a fucking mystery. Emily kept trying to talk with me. More chit chat. What Universities I applied to. Telling me I should go to the same as her. Telling me about the apparently crazy parties that happen. Wasn’t paying any attention. Face was still red, tiny beads of sweat crawling down the sides of my face.
Emily is staring right into my eyes having a one way conversation. I’m looking at the ground mumbling incoherent responses. I hear something coming from my mom and aunty, who have been engrossed in conversation with each other and arguing somewhat. I picked out the words “use” “anon” “ebay” “laptop”, and aftwerwards “anon im just going to order something off ebay”.
My Auntie reaches over to grab my laptop. As soon as she opens that fucking lid she, my mom, and Emily are going to be greeted with a full screen image of the beautiful Sunny Lane. All glazed up with fresh cum and with a huge veiny cock resting on her tongue.
I snatch at the laptop at yank it away from her in with one hand in one lightning quick motion.
“hold on a second I need to check some of my music downloads” I mumble.
Emily lets out a faint giggle. I glance at her and she’s covering her mouth looking at the ground, trying to stop herself from bursting into laughter. My mom asks her what’s so funny and she just says she’s remembering something funny that happened earlier.
Well there it fucking goes. I might as well have whipped out my dick and finished the job in front of my whole family. The jig is up.
While this was extremely embarrassing, out of the three of them I’m glad it was Emily who had caught me in the act. No doubt my mom and auntie would have made a huge scene. And I can imagine your own mother catching you in the act must be the worst feeling in the world. It had to happen sooner or later. Multiple times a day, every day since the the time Emily showed me that video of the cheerleader on her knees getting demolished by the big black dude. * (google “Vivian valentine cheerleader locker room” if you’re curious)
My cousin is a very chilled out girl. She makes light of everything, and has never seemed to have either a care in the world or be bothered by anything negative in her life. I knew she knew. And she probably knew I knew that she knew. But she was nice enough to not make a big deal out of it. I’m just jacking off after all. Right?
A few hours go by. I eventually relax and catch up with my cousin. We talk about everything, with most of it being about her first semester at University. When my mom and auntie leave the room to make some coffee, me and Emily were left alone. I was expecting her to mention something, but instead she just continuous as normal. Yapping about whatever. She had matured so much since the last time I saw her. A different person, like she had gone from a teenage girl to a woman in the space of a year. I suppose it feels that way for any high school kid who meets a University student. Something about her did seem slightly different though. Whereas before I was somewhat of an equal while growing up with her, now she was like a big sister teaching her little bro about life at university. I had noticed how much more revealing her clothes were as well. I’ve never seen her dress like this before, but she was wearing some sort of leather type pants and a white vest and jacket. Her legs and ass in those pants, everything was skin tight, her curve in her lower half revealed. I could see her goddamn camel toe whenever she stood up. I knew she was hot, or to be appropriate since she’s my cousin, I always thought she was a pretty girl. Now though, seeing her like this…
She’s fucking smoking.
Eventually, my mom drives them home. They live only 10 minutes away, so before they leave I’m already planning my ninja wank. I tell Emily I’ll see her before she goes back to University, say bye to my auntie and give my mom some money for some food, trying to delay her as much as possible. Emily is the last to leave the room. I’m sitting on the sofa watching her walk out. With the laptop sitting in front of me on the table. Just before she walks through the doorway, she turns around, looks me in the eye, and says “Have fun anon”, giggling as she walks away with a huge smile across her face. I’m sitting there and I don’t know how the fuck to respond.
Sure enough, as soon as I hear the car driving away, I’m pulling my dick out of the red satin panties I’m stiill wearing and I’m going to town. I don’t need any porn. I’m rock solid within seconds with my eyes closed picturing that tight little ass moulded in those leather pants she was wearing. That tiny waist those perfectly shaped perky tits. Jacked off to my cousin. Finished within a minute. Exploded everywhere.
I cleaned up, found the missing panties which were stuffed down the gaps in the sofa, and tried to come to terms with the shame I brought upon myself that day.
For the rest of the day, I was just alone in the house with my mom, doing a bit of studying, wasting away time on the internet. The house phone rang at 8pm and my mom answered it. It was Emily.
She asked my mom if she had left any underwear there, I could hear her on the phone too. Telling my mom she thinks some of her panties she bought from the store had fell out of the her bag.
“Can you ask anon if he has seen them please?”
“Have you seen any underwear lying around anon?” my mom asks.
Emily then gives a description of what they look like, and specifically asks my mom to pass this information on to me in case I find them. The yellow shorts/hot pants. The white briefs with the playboy logo. The black mini skirt. All described in perfect detail.
“Yeah ask anon if he has seen any of those.”
My heart is fucking pounding. As if getting caught wasn’t embarrassing enough. She now knows that for whatever reason, 3 of her panties happened to be in my house at the time she caught me. And not only that, two of them stuffed in the sofa that I was sitting on, one of them hanging out my trouser pocket clear as day.
My life is fucking over. I’ll never be able to look her in the face again. Ashamed of myself for the rest of my life. And now she’s just fucking with me.
So for the next week, nothing eventful happens. I’m on my Christmas holidays doing a little bit of night shift work when I can for some extra cash. Mom is working through the day. New years eve comes and goes with nothing special happening. I’m not so big into parties, and I just end up spending new years eve with a couple of friends and family. Emily had arranged weeks in advance to spend New Years Eve with one of her University friends and her family who live across the country.
Two days later. It’s Thursday morning. Four days ago at the time I’m writing this.
Emily hadn’t spoken to me yet about anything, and I’ve deliberately tried to avoid her. I honestly just don’t think I’d be able to handle the embarrassment. She might not have come out and say it, but I knew she knew I had been jacking it with her panties.
I wake up around 10am to the sound of my phone vibrating. My mom has already left for work a few hours ago. I pick up my phone to read the text..
Emily – “Hey anon need to use your printer for some coursework, be down in 20 minutes xxx”
Nothing I can really do, so I prepare myself for inevitable awkwardness and beta behaviour. And I’m guessing she’ll end up staying for a while and want to spend some time with me before she leaves for University. Because coming in, printing a few things off and leaving straight away without saying anything isn’t in her nature. She could meet a stranger and be best friends with them by the end of a day. She’s an incredibly friendly girl with no malice in her whatsoever. Everyone gets along with her. Not even the most jealous girls would dislike her.
Me on the other hand, I’ve just turned 17 years old and I’ve ever been with a girl. The most I’ve ever done is make out with some girl in school when I was 14. It wasn’t exactly asking my friend to ask her friend to ask her if she would isn’t exactly the smoothest move. I have few friends as well. To be honest, I’m just shy. I live in a remote town of less than 10,000 people.
I stayed in my bed, analysing the situation. Running it through my head, everything that happened over the holidays. I’m still ashamed and extremely embarrassed. Wearing my cousins panties. Masturbating in them while thinking about her. How fucked up can you get. I had to throw them away as soon as I could that day.
And there I was, waiting for her to arrive. Absolutely petrified. It will be ok. She won’t even bring it up because she knows how embarrassing it was for me. I masturbated with my cousins panties and she knows about it. The thought never goes away. I get changed and go and wait in the living room for her to arrive
I hear her open the front door and she calls me name
“Yeah I’m here” I respond.
She walks into the room casually and says hello and asks me what I’m up to.
While I’m talking to her, she talks off her winter coat and hangs it up. I don’t know what the fuck she’s trying to do, but she’s wearing a tiny skirt that must have been around 10 inches long and a fucking tied up t-shirt showing off her stomach. She is so goddamn sexy.
I can’t even look her in the eye I’m so nervous and embarrassed
She says she’s making coffee and asks if I want one. When she comes back she sits down next to me on the sofa. What the fuck is she doing? I thought she needed to use the printer?
General bullshit chat continues. The fact that she’s dressed like a stripper doesn’t is never mentioned. She’s just her normal old self. But the way she’s dressing is so out of character. I consider asking her why she’s dressed like that, but I pussy out. She tells me about her New years. Asks about mine. Asks me if I hooked up with anyone. Yeah. We spend 10 minutes talking, although much like before, it was more of a one way exchange with me mumbling back short answers. I wanted her out. I love her as a cousin but I can’t handle the embarrassment and tension. She’s acting as if nothing happened but to me it was really fucked up and shameful.
I ask her if she still needs to use the printer, Trying to rush her out.
After I tell her where it is, a few minutes later she calls me through, unable to get it working.
So I get up and go in the other room. I fiddle with the printer and then sit in the chair and ask her what the problem is. She shows me what she needs printing off while leaning over my shoulder. The smell of her perfume is overwhelming.
She stands up, and then out of nowhere I hear a spark. I turn around and she’s lighting up a fucking joint. What the fuck?
I was pretty fucking shocked. She’s never so much as talked about any drugs. She isn’t even a regular drinker.
She’s acting casually, as if she’s been smoking weed her entire life and explains that everyone in her University dorm does it. She really has become a completely different person. Not necessarily in a bad way, but seeing her smoke weed is really weird. She asks if I’ve ever tried it and after saying no she puts it in my mouth without even asking if I want to and tells me how to inhale it. I honestly didn’t really feel any different. Probably didn’t inhale properly. But she is completely baked. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her like this, and I don’t know how to react. She tells me to put some music on and I then remind her that she wanted to print something off.
So I ask her what she wants done. She moves around the chair and sits on my knee, explaining that she can’t see the screen.
Her coursework is printed off. It was only 3 pages. And it just lies in the printer next to the computer. She stays sat on my knee and asks me to check her Facebook.
So now I’m sitting here with Emily on my lap, my arms around her waist controller the keyboard and mouse, and she’s telling me where to go. She continues smoking the joint and hands it to me every so often. I have no idea what I’m doing or if I’m even inhaling properly, but I don’t want to seem like a pussy. I’ve started to warm to her being her, and my embarrassment over the situation a few days ago has gone. We’re both kind of chilled out and just having fun together at this point. Listening to music, watching youtube videos, browsing facebook. She shows me various pictures of her at University and tells me all about it. We’re chatting away and having a good time. This is what it had always been like. We were always close friends. I realised there’s no point in being embarrassed about what happened, and to just get over it.
At this point, what I think are the effects of the weed start happening. It’s not very intense, but I do feel a warm glow in my body. A light tingling. I notice I have a huge dumbass smile for no reason. Emily continues talking about the people she’s met at University. She’s still sitting on lap, just down next to my knee.
Then things start turning a little strange.
She starts talking about the boys she’s met at University. She turns around and looks me in the eyes, and she’s completely stoned.
“Are you still a virgin?”
“You can tell me the truth you don’t have to be embarrassed”
I fucking hate this. She’s done it before and she’s doing it again. She’s giggling while saying it as if it’s cute that I haven’t been with a girl. It’s embarrassing and I still haven’t admitted I am. So I try to dodge the question by saying dumb shit like “I don’t kiss and tell”. She knew I was lying and after pressuring me she got me to admit it.
“Jeez it’s nothing to be embarrassed about, stop worrying.”
We continue chatting about random stuff. And after a while we end up reminiscing about the fun times we had together.
She brings up the time we both got caught “wrestling”. She can’t stop laughing about it and I’m playing along pretending it’s funny when all I can think about is the enormous erection that has now filled my shorts. If she ever looks down she’d see the outline of it stretching all the way down the other leg from the one she’s sitting on.
We continue laughing about old times and at one point she shuffles her body, raising her left leg over my right so that rather than sitting on my leg she’s now straddling it. Her skirt is splayed over my leg as she continues talking, I can feel her underwear on my bare leg
She is soaking wet.
I’m getting extremely nervous at this point and I have no idea what to do. We’re both high as a kite. My dick has been rock hard for 10 minutes now and now I can feel her pussy on my thigh.
Suddenly, she brings up the event that happened a few days ago.
I knew it was coming.
“The other day, when I walked in on you. Were you jacking off with my panties?”
I froze. Complete silence. The only thing that filled the air was the sound of the computer fan and both of us breathing.
I didn’t know how to respond, so I just came clean.
“Yeah…” I said sheepishly.
Another five seconds of silence passed, then she replied with “That’s hot”, while she simultaneously began grinding her pussy on my leg very slowly.
I was speechless. I have never been in a situation like this before. For the next minute or so, I was pretending to be clicking on websites with the mouse, oblivious to the juices seeping through her panties and down my leg as she continued moved back and forth. Back and forth, never gaining speed, just going slow. We didn’t speak. All that I heard was very faint moaning. I could tell she wasn’t trying to make it obvious, I think we both knew what was happening but were too afraid to admit it and go all out. We are first cousins after all. It’s fucking weird. But she sure as hell was enjoying herself. We were both facing forward and I leaned forward to look at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. She was the one taking charge and I just let her. This was my first sexual experience with a girl and I didn’t know what to do. I reached down my pants and grabbed my dick, moving it up to lie on my belly. I started stroking it slowly over my shorts, while still clicking away on random things that I wasn’t paying attention to, trying to act cool about the situationill.
She continued lightly moaning, making it slightly more obvious every time.
She asked in a me stuttered mumble, “Why did you jack off with my panties, that’s…uhhh, kinda weird”.
All I could say was that, “They looked nice and feel really good on my dick.”
At that point she stood up and in one slow and smooth motion without hesitation turned around and faced me. I leaned back in my chair, I had never been so fucking excited in my entire life. Adrenaline was pumping like a motherfucker. She was looking me in the eyes as both her legs hanged over mine, her skirt covering her panties. She lifted it up and reveal her crotch.
“What do you think of these ones?” She asked.
At this point she’s staring deep into my eyes. My eyes are darting all over the place. I can’t look her in the eyes even though I know she wants me to. It’s just too intense. I look at her underwear an just mumble “..wow”
Her plain jane white cotton panties are two different shades. She is absolutely gushing.
She moves her body forward and rests her pussy on the obvious bulge in my shorts. She begins grinding up and down. Slowly to start with. My hands are behind the chair, but she grabs both and moves them around to her ass, making me grip her ass cheeks tight. She’s still looking at me in my eyes, every time I tried to look back I can only last a few seconds. She stops for a second and stands up.
She pulls my shorts and underwear down, and my dick springs right out. It is rock hard. Absolutely fucking rock hard. It’s actually a tiny bit painful, as if there is too much blood in my dick, but when she sits back down she’s resting her panties right on my dick. She starts moving up and down faster and faster, moaning louder each time. Her hands are on my shoulders and she’s really working it. All the precum from my dick creams her panties, and by now they are so wet that they are almost see through. She’s grinding really hard and I can see the outline of her pussy lips underneath her panties. They’re wrapped right around my dick, with her clit riding the shaft up and down. By this point she’s not moaning but giving out short exasperated gasps. She leans forward and throws her arms around me, her pussy is not moving up and down on my dick like a jackhammer. I can feel her thighs vibrated as she lets out a huge moan.
I’m pretty sure she had just come. Her legs twitched randomly as she slowly came to a rest. She sat upright with a look of complete exhaustion across her face, her hair messy and with sweat on her forehead. Her eyes went moved staring at the ceiling down to meet mine. She was still sitting on my dick. Still twitching. She leaned forward and we both stared deep into each other’s eyes.
She whispered in my ear
“I want you inside me”
I didn’t even respond. I didn’t know what to say. Was I really about to lose my virginity right now?
She sat upright once again, pulled her panties to one side. Her pussy was amazing. It was tiny, with small hole with two tiny pink edges. Her clit was in clear view and glistened with whatever fluid was on it. She grabbed my dick and raised her body.
I wanted to say something, I don’t know what, just something. I blurted out
“But I don’t have any condoms”
All she said was “It’s OK”. I didn’t even know why I said that, because to be honest I couldn’t give a fuck. I was about to put my penis in a vagina.
She took control of my penis and rubbed the tip on her clit. She moved it down, made sure it was positioned correctly, and in one motion she just sank into it. All the way down. I went right inside her as far as I possibly could. I couldn’t believe how tight it actually was. It gripped my cock as much as I did whenever I masturbated. It was just fucking amazing. She went up and down slowly to start with, and it didn’t take long until she was riding me hard.
I don’t think she was getting as much enjoyment out of it as I was. She had already came, but she fucked me hard, and gazed into my eyeballs. A minute after it began, I was ready to blow. I said to her “I’m gonna cum”.
Without taking my eyes off me the entire time, she just whispered “Go ahead…”
And then it happened. I squirted out cum about 7 times. It started spilling out of her pussy and on to my stomach immediately. We kept looking into each other’s eyes, and she slowly began to ease the pace. And our heaving panting slowly began to die down.
While still inside her she leaned forward and embraced me. At the point, she whispered inn my ears.
“I’ve wanted this for so long”
She immediately felt embarrassed after saying this, and then she climbed off me. Cum started dripping out of her pussy as she got up off my still erect cock. She didn’t even clean herself up, just moved her panties back over her pussy and that was it.
She told me what would happen. She told me it was a one off thing and the weed she smoked just made her lose control. Apparently, this was probably some bad weed, that had been sprayed with “crystal meth” and that was the reason she had lost control.
I’m not an idiot. Even I knew she was bullshitting and making excuses. She told me not to ever tell anyone or she’d never talk to me again. After we had both regained our composure and settled down, we realized together how fucked up it was. But I could sense that she didn’t regret it. I know I didn’t. We lay down on the bed talking for a while, and through all the excuses and shame, she still couldn’t help herself and told me she had had the best orgasm of her life. We both looked at each other with wry smiles.
After a while, I noticed what time it was. My mom had finished work already and was on her way home. She wouldn’t have been suspicious about anything if Emily had stayed, but we agreed it was best to save ourselves from the awkwardness. I walked her to the front door and we said our goodbyes. She started walking towards the door to leave, and I just gazed at her firm ass I could see from under that tiny skirt.
She stopped at the door and turned around to look at me for one last time. Then she looked at me and smiled. Walking back towards…she said “Since I might not see you again for a while….and this sort of thing seems to turn you on…” Reaching under he skirt, she pulled down her panties and held them in her hand. She moved closer and shoved them down my trousers, wrapping them around my cock while stroking it and standing on her tip toes to make out with me.
She stopped just as I had got erect again.
“…You can keep those”
She turned around and left. And that was that.
Anyway, she went back to University on the 8th of Jan. 300 miles away. I’m have no idea what will happen in the future, but when we do see each other again it’s certainly going to be interesting. She didn’t get in contact with me since it happened on the 3rd until I woke up this morning and noticed she had sent me a text last night at 3am, the night before she she was leaving.
“Remember Anon, DON’T TELL ANYONE. If you do, we’ll never be able to do it again. xoxox <3”

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