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Conventional Sex Conventional SexErotic Story Submitted by - Sep 28 2007 - From Popular sex stories - Views - 22781In the year after I turned 18 three incredible things happened to me. The first two sucked. I guess the third did too but you ll get that joke later. The first thing was that I hit puberty. Like a brick wall. One day I was a normal kid a decent second-baseman in the school softball games no problem bigger than sweating out whether I d get a C- or a D+ in penmanship from Sister Mary Margaret. Sister Margaret had taught penmanship and nothing but penmanship for it seemed like a hundred years. Anyway she d taught my sister who was six years older than me and she looked old enough to have taught my mom and dad too. Nothing I could do for Sister Margaret was as good as my sister had done as the old nun was very open about telling me. Since my going to the summer Scout camp was dependent on keeping all my grades passing -- even though penmanship didn t count toward graduation -- I couldn t just ignore Sister Margaret s crotchetiness. It did seem that the harder I gripped the No. 2 Eberhard-Faber the worse my loops got but I was confident I could curl them enough to squeak out the C. Then everything went nuts. All of a sudden I was missing easy grounders and throwing 12 feet over the head of Eddie the first-baseman. I couldn t seem to control any muscle most importantly the ones in my fingers. My handwriting looked like the chart of a drunk s stumble down a dark alley.

And one gray rainy morning I got up and looked in the mirror and some stranger was looking back. Some ugly kid with big red pimples all over his face. And it was me. For the rest of my life I have studiously avoided reading anything about adolescence because I don t want to know just how late I was to the party. All I know was that I at last understood why our class softball team had sucked so mightily the year before. We weren t that great as eighth graders either but that was mostly because several key players skipped a lot of the weekend games to spend time with girls. I began to get a vague inkling why they thought that was a better way to spend their time too. You might think that having a klutz at second would contribute to our team s weakness as well but that only lasted a couple of games. No I didn t get any better not for a year or two. But Coach Carlson yanked me from the starting lineup in favor of some guy with six hairs already sprouting on his upper lip and I spent the next two weekends riding the bench before I finally threw in my glove. I don t blame the coach because my screw-ups had clearly cost us the last game I started. At least that s what everyone else on the team pointed out to me repeatedly. In fact my teammates in the spirit of constructive criticism conceived the nickname Goony Bird for me as a way to gently remind me that my flailing arms and stumbling running were not up to their athletic standards. It was only years later when I had no friends left who had known me when that I was able to shorten that to Bird and convince my new friends that I d been so tagged because my basketball ability reminded people of the Celtics great. I was able to put that over I think because I had finally grown into my arms and legs. But I don t want you to think that I was some repulsive freak as a kid. Well at least not any more repulsive than any other boy who s suffered massive hormone overload. If I kept to a slow steady pace I could actually put one foot in front of the other without tripping myself. And the photo I still have of me leading the Easter procession cross held high overhead white surplice and red cassock flapping in the spring breeze shows a rather handsome youth. We won t mention how many boxes of Stridex it took to make that so. I didn t get the top spot in the processional on looks alone. I wasn t even the tallest one in our group of altar boys. But Sister Margaret who doubled as sacristan and Uberfuhrer of altar boys wasn t about to let Peter Burke take first place. Pete was a few inches taller than me and about 30 pounds heavier. All muscle.

Including his brain as it happened. Pete was the only kid I ever knew who had been sent to military school -- after fourth grade a remarkably early exit -- and had made a comeback (two years later) at Ss. Swithin and Melchior s. Rumor had it his family had paid heavily to get him readmitted when even the goons at Wayne Academy couldn t beat sense into him but I believe it could be entirely coincidental that his return to Ss. S&M was followed only two weeks later by groundbreaking for the new convent. Whatever grease had been applied to slip Pete back into parochial school it wasn t enough to get him any special favors from the nuns. He was plunked into the front of every classroom -- so the nuns could keep an eye on him -- and into the back of every procession so the congregation wouldn t notice him. The top spots were reserved for the best students. I was one of them. In fact I was the top student and that was the second incredible thing that happened to me that year. I had always been a better-than-average student never coming in any lower than 10th among the 50 or so kids in our year but never rising any higher than fourth. Aside from Ken Rondini a curiously neat kid with a strong resemblance to Alfalfa in the old Our Gang series (if Alfalfa had been mown down to scarcely more than four feet tall) who occasionally bobbed up as high as second place in grades and won every other spelling bee the top spots in our class were always taken by girls: Betty the goodie-goodie; Linda the heavy-lidded immigrant who began wearing a bra in kindergarten; and Ann one of those spectacularly unremarkable people the kind who always hang around the edges of fame accepted by the stars of life because they so clearly will never challenge for the top. Remember those expendable crewmen in Star Trek? Same kind of personality. Anyway in eighth grade the girls in the class suddenly sank in the rankings. It seemed almost as if they had decided being smart was no longer a good thing. Being a good feminist -- having had that philosophy beaten into me by my older sister in fact -- I now realize that is exactly what happened a horrible effect of our maledominated culture s insistence that women must subsume their intellectual gifts or risk scaring away potential mates. Back then I just thought the girls went all goofy. Whatever the reason I suddenly found myself contending with Rondini for the best grades. School seemed to turn into nothing more than a succession of spelling bees and math quizzes and geography drills and time and again it came down to Rondini and me mano a mano -- or at least as mano as a wisp like Rondini could get. He had always been the butt of much classroom humor and as we were increasingly singled out in competition whatever he had rubbed off on me. It stunk. Worse yet Rondini crumbled under the pressure. It showed up first in the spelling bees where he began to insert irrelevant A s and inadvisable S s and once memorably let loose a very unfortunately timed P. The competition was over almost before it had begun and by the Christmas holidays I stood alone head and shoulders above the rest of my class. Of course the worst thing about standing out in a crowd is that it makes aiming at you much much easier. Everyone who hadn t made fun of me in fall because of my ineptitude on the diamond now piled on because I was too smart for my own good. Unless you have ever been the smartest person in your group you can t know just how awful that is. I say this with no false humility because by the time I got to college women had changed their minds about the need for brains. They had also changed their minds about the length of their hemlines and the combination of competition and distraction pulled me sharply back into the middle of the pack. But grade school was a simpler and harsher time. I was typecast as the bumbling brainiac and I hated it. In class I daydreamed of being just an ordinary kid. My daydreams were usually interrupted when one nun or another called on me to answer. Proving how dumb I was I always answered and almost always answered correctly. This was not the way to sink into blissful mediocrity. I thought about purposefully getting answers wrong but when my name was called my Pavlovian little brain insisted on spitting out the right ones. The one answer I couldn t figure out was how to escape my role as the geek of the class. Then one morning the glimmer of an answer appeared. It started when Eddie -- the first-baseman -- and I were serving 6 a.m. Mass. It was a cozy affair three old ladies one snoozing bum Fr. Pascalitis and us all alone in a church the size of a zeppelin hangar. You don t know what early morning is until you ve spent one trying to prop your eyes open in a barn filled with the scent of decades-old incense while some guy s snores are turned into the drone of a Sopwith Camel by the echoing walls. Not that Eddie and I worried too much about what would happen if we did take a nap. Fr. Pascalitis who we suspected knew Latin so well because his parents had spoken it as a first language could mumble his way from start to finish in the old rites without any assistance from us. That was good because he spoke so quietly that we couldn t catch the few syllables we used as cues for our bell-ringing and he moved his arms so little we couldn t watch for those telltale signs either. Sometimes we just rang the bell to see if we could wake the bum and Fr. Pascalitis didn t seem to notice. His lack of concern might have had something to do with the way he safeguarded the bottle of sacramental wine he reserved for his special use. It seemed somewhat paler and smelled considerably more powerful than the stuff Sister Margaret would set out for the parish s other two priests. We used to say that Fr. Pascalitis had the only 80-proof Jesus-in-a-bottle in the world. On the day I m talking about Eddie and I got to church around 5:30. Because it was Fr. P s week to do the 6 a.m. we didn t have to prepare the cruets of wine and water; he always took care of that himself. Come to think of it that water had a bit of a punch to it as well. This was back in the days before the congregation got anything more than a wafer at Communion though so we never got a taste for ourselves. Anyway with time to kill we occupied ourselves trying to write stuff on the 12-foot-high ceiling of the sacristy using the smoke from the four-foot-long candle lighters. Ss. S&M had been around a long time; it was hard to find a spot that wasn t already covered by soot. Comes Mass time and we trotted out with Fr. P taking his usual shortcut across the front of the church rather than going all the way to the back and up the middle aisle. Things were going along smoothly and Eddie and I were playing tic-tac-toe by scratching our fingernails into the green plush of the handrails on our kneelers when we heard a clang and a few words that were shocking not only because they were English -- this was a year or two before the Latin Mass declined - - but also because we d never heard anyone in a cassock (ourselves excluded) saying things like that let alone in church. We looked up to see the white altar cloth rapidly turning red and just about at that same moment a strong whiff of alcohol floated over us and made my eyes water. Eddie and I just stared for a while. Fr. P had righted the cup and was going on with the Mass. We looked out at the congregation and the old ladies still had their heads bowed. If they d heard anything they must have thought it was just another one of those Vatican II innovations they d heard about. At Communion a minute or two later Fr. P was swaying more than usual and almost missed the second old lady s mouth with the wafer before he punched it home. He ran through the rest of the ceremony even faster than usual and walked right back into the sacristy. Eddie looked at me and raised his eyebrows; we d always at least trooped across the front of the church along the Communion rail. It seemed odd to do that without the priest so we just grabbed the cross from its holder and ducked into the sacristy ourselves. Fr. P was gone by the time we got there; we shucked our robes and walked over to school killing time outside for a few minutes before the janitor opened up. Comes lunchtime and we re out on the playground. Eddie s not even noticing me anymore of course because there are other kids now and he wouldn t want to be associated with the class geek. I m used to this and I m leaning against the rough bricks of the school hoping some younger kid will be dumb enough to draw the attention of the big kids and keep them from picking on me. The key to not being noticed of course is not to look at anyone yourself so I m ostriching with my eyes pointed at my shoelaces and I don t know what s coming until my ear is being twisted so hard I see stars. Before I can react I m being pulled along and I see Eddie looming ahead his eyes getting bigger and bigger. All the other kids drift away from him but he s frozen in place and then I see a scrawny hand in a black sleeve reach past me and nab his ear faster than a cobra taking down a mongoose. The cackle that follows I immediately recognize as coming from Sister Mary Margaret but I can t turn around to check because now she s double-timing us both back across the playground to where the other nuns are sitting on lawn chairs and reading from their prayer books. She stops us in front of Sister Juliet our eighth-grade homeroom teacher. Sister Juliet is the only nun in the school who looks to be under 50. It s hard to tell because her hair is all covered up by the headpiece (or at least it s supposed to be; with Sister Juliet there s usually a wisp of blond strands peeking out somewhere) but I d guess now that she was in her early to mid-20s then. One thing about the nun s habits the tight bands around their faces gave them automatic facelifts so you couldn t go by wrinkles. But Sister Juliet s skin was still pink not gray like most nuns and she hadn t developed the thin-lipped scowl that was standard issue with the others. Sister Juliet looks up using one hand to shield her eyes from the sun. Before she can say anything Sister Margaret is yapping. I m thinking it s the candle smoke on the ceiling and wondering whether the old nun actually mapped out all the old charring but no. These two infidels she says yanking our ears for emphasis desecrated the holy altar of God this morning Sister Juliet. That s the kind of thing this Vatican Council nonsense is leading us to. The blood of the lamb spilled all over my clean altar cloth dripping onto the floor. Onto the floor Is that true boys? Sister Juliet is looking straight into my eyes. Well it wasn t our fault I start to say. And Eddie pipes up Fr. Pascalitis... Whatever he was going to say ends in a strangled Eerrp as Sister Margaret gives him another tweak. Of course it s true she shouts. And they ll pay for their sins these heathens. They are going to clean the floor on their hands and knees getting every drop of our Saviour s blood off that marble and then scrubbing it to a polish. Even if it takes all day they ll learn the wages of sin Not until after school Sister Juliet says quietly. She s looking past me now I guess into Sister Margaret s eyes. And we must not keep them out too late of course. I think an hour would be enough don t you? I believe Mother Superior would agree. Sister Margaret just snorted but she released our ears and we were able to go back into the school. A few years later I would figure out that Sister Juliet and a couple of the not-so-old older nuns including the principal who was also the superior of the convent were allied against Sister Margaret and the rest of the hard-liners. Back then though it was unthinkable that nuns could disagree so we figured it was just some kind of good cop-bad cop routine. And the bad cop -- Sister Margaret that is -- got us back at the end of the school day. Sister Juliet turned us over and watched as the older nun walked us toward the church but as soon as the younger nun ducked back into the school building Sister Margaret had us by the lobes again. It was a cold cold day and even if any boiler could have kept that barn of a church warm Sister Margaret was too stingy to fire it up in the middle of the afternoon just for the likes of us. Our fingers were quickly numbed and our knees ached from the hard floor and I swear there wasn t more than a drop or two of wine there in the first place -- let alone wondering whether it really had been consecrated before it spilled -- but Sister Margaret kept us at it well past an hour before Sister Juliet came in the side door of the church and said our parents were calling the convent about us and wasn t it time we were getting home? Sister Margaret had disappeared somewhere to wash the altar cloth so Eddie and I gathered up our cleaning supplies and piled them in the sacristy and took off before she could get back. Since no other kids were around by the time we escaped Eddie was willing to walk home with me. Our conversation was devoted to our feelings about Sister Margaret and dried-up old penguin was the nicest thing either of us said. We were just about a block from Eddie s house -- he lived kitty-corner and six doors up from me -- when I got the idea that I thought would not only produce the vengeance my heart craved but also the produce the regular-kid status my brain desired. Let s break the old bat s window I said. I tended to mumble whenever I said bad things about nuns though -- ingrained survival instinct from school -- so at first Eddie didn t know what I was talking about. Let s break the old bastard into what? he said. We sorted that out and he agreed that broken glass would be a worthwhile punishment. (In the years since I have wondered just how we thought that would work; was Mother Superior going to make her glaze the replacement window in herself? All I can say is it seemed like a good idea at the time.) Eddie though who had the street smarts I lacked suggested we wait a week or two until someone else had gotten a chance to tick off Sister Margaret so we wouldn t be the obvious suspects. We shook on the deal. It was almost a month and getting close to the end of the school year before we had our chance. As fate would have it Rondini was the one who rose up as a potential scapegoat when Sister Margaret caught him shuffling through the papers on the lectern during a prayer service in church for some underprivileged country or another. It wasn t clear just what was so wrong with what he did but Ken didn t help himself when he told Sister he had looked through the papers -- probably old sermons or something -- because he was bored waiting for his turn to read our prayer intentions. You could hear the entire class suck in its breath at once when he said that. Exactly what Sister Margaret did to him I ll never know but Eddie and I met after school (in his backyard so no other kids could see us) and agreed that now was the time. That evening was a Boy Scout meeting and Eddie and I ducked out early during a firelight ceremony. (Well actually two flashlights covered in red plastic and waved around a little; there was no way they d let us have a real fire in the old school hall.) We gathered up some likely-looking stones from the gravel driveway of the rectory garage and practicing our best Scout wilderness training ran from bush to bush until we were in sight of the convent wall. It was only then that we realized a major flaw in our plan. Being nuns the good sisters kept their blinds and drapes tightly shut especially at night. We could see lights pop on and off occasionally but we had no way of knowing whose room was whose. Eddie was all for picking one window at random and letting fly but that was a step or two too far over the line between being an ordinary kid and being a JD for me. I knew it might cost me my only chance at mediocrity but I talked Eddie out of it. Two days later Eddie passed me a note in class and we met in the boy s room. He had another idea. He wouldn t tell me exactly what it was but we were each to tell our parents that after the next Scout meeting in about a month we would be sleeping over at the other kid s house. That such a lame story worked for me isn t surprising; my reputation as a good boy was strongest at home where even my sometimes resentful silences were interpreted as respect. That Eddie s parents swallowed the tale not even bothering to check with my parents a few doors away surprised me. Eddie was a typical eighth-grader -- which is to say snotty sneaky and disobedient. I can only guess that his parents thought no one would be dumb enough to tell a lie that could be caught so easily. Or else they didn t care which given the state of Eddie s clothes most days even when he d just left the house seems entirely possible. This time we didn t even go to the Scout meeting. Eddie led me down an alley halfway between the church and our houses. There was a big overgrown mulberry bush about 50 feet up the alley and he ducked under its leaves while I stood guard outside. Two minutes later he was beside me again dressed in even grungier clothes than usual as he finished stuffing his Scout uniform into a paper bag. Then it was my turn. I wasn t thrilled about changing in the middle of an alley and besides the bush was right next to a smelly garbage bin that was swarming with flies. I knew I couldn t afford to skip out on my second chance at descending to Eddie s level so I held my nose and changed -- which isn t easy to do at the same time believe me. My mom had given me a duffel bag for my overnight stuff and after I was done we snuck it and Eddie s paper bag into a gap in the fence near the bush s roots. Eddie grabbed some loose cardboard from a garbage bin a few doors down and covered up our stuff. Eddie led us past the church and down another block then up another alley. Being an ordinary kid was a lot dirtier than I had thought; we jumped a fence and hid in the weeds between two garages and it smelled like the narrow space served as the bathroom when the neighborhood kids played ball. Truth is we used it ourselves while we were waiting -- for the Scout meeting to end Eddie told me. About an hour after dark we finally heard some guys walking past the alley and recognized Billy Kegelman s voice. He always stayed to last cause his dad was the scoutmaster so we knew if he was leaving it was safe. A few minutes later we crept out of the alley and over to the convent. The building ran from the main street the church was on almost all the way to the street behind with wide lawns in front and behind. The side facing the church was well-lighted because the shrines of the Madonna and St. Joe were there and the spotlights bounced off the white sculptures. On the other side where we crept up the convent was separated from the school by a fencedin garden about 50 feet across with an asphalt drive between that and the side entrances of the school. This was no picket fence; it was a chain-link that went up at least 12 feet. No barbed wire on top though. I think it was high because kids played pinner against the school walls at lunch sometimes and they didn t want balls bouncing in but the story we kids told was that a few of the nuns were crazy and the fence was there to keep them from escaping. There were some floodlights on the school side of the driveway and we stuck close to the fence to stay out of their glow me right behind Eddie. I still didn t know what we were doing but I was scared and looking back and forth all the time expecting something terrible. All of a sudden I look behind me and when I look back Eddie s disappeared and I almost pissed my pants. Then I hear a hiss and I m afraid I did but it s only Eddie and he s on the other side of the fence. There was a burrow about a foot deep at that point and I don t know whether it was from a dog or Eddie had been making preparations although given Eddie s IQ I wouldn t figure him for the planning type. That impression of Eddie s abilities was increased a few hours later. It must have been around 10 or 11; most of the lights in the convent were out. We d been squatting on the ground and when Eddie started to move I couldn t get my legs working right away. By the time I caught up to him he was at the convent wall. In a whispered conversation I found out that Eddie s entire plan for the evening consisted of getting into the convent through a basement window he d noticed they left half-open most nights. After that he said we d wing it. I expressed some doubts as to the effectiveness of that but Eddie ignored me and slunk along the wall until he d found the open window. Shaking my head I followed going in on a wing and a prayer. I guess if you re in a convent any old prayer will be answered because we managed to get into the place without knocking anything over. It was pitch black and musty though and I had a feeling that I didn t want to know just how many spider webs we were going through as we felt our way around. I was the one who found the stairs which at first I thought were shelves tipping over. Luckily I was by then way too scared even to squeak and I just gasped waiting for the crash. There was no particular logic in going up the stairs but then we were way past logic at that stage anyway. If we were going to do anything to get back at Sister Margaret we sure weren t going to accomplish it in the dark of the basement. Having watched too many detective stories on TV we knew enough to keep to the sides of the steps to avoid creaks. There was no light coming from under the door at the top so we eased it open and crawled out onto a thin rug. Now we could make some things out in the dim light slipping through the drawn blinds. We were in the convent s kitchen which was at the back. We slipped off our shoes and slid across the linoleum. At the far end was a set of stairs leading up. They formed one wall of a long hallway that went all the way to the front. As I was looking down the hall at a small table-lamp beside the front door I saw something move. A little shiver ran over me and it turned to a full shake when I realized it was the hand of a nun sitting by the front door turning the page of a book. Eddie had already started up the stairs but I tugged at his shirt and he came back to me. I pointed down the hall and was about to whisper a suggestion that we get out when we heard steps. We both looked up the stairs but couldn t make out anything; by the time we looked back toward the front we could hear Sister Margaret s rasp. I ll take over now Sister Juliet she said. Mustn t miss your beauty sleep. It didn t sound like a nice thing to say. That was the first time I realized nuns didn t always stick together. Sister Juliet went upstairs. Sister Margaret to our dismay didn t settle into the chair. She paced up and down by the front door for a minute or two. Eddie and I squeezed onto the stairs leading up peeking around a banister one in awhile. Maybe this wasn t such a good idea he whispered right in my ear and I wanted to tell him that was a brilliant deduction. But just then I looked around and saw Sister Margaret heading our way and I pushed Eddie up the stairs just as water pipes somewhere in the building started pounding. I would have settled for a few seconds grace from a toilet flush but this must have been a faucet because the noise kept going long enough for us to get all the way up the stairs. Well almost all the way up the stairs. The pipes quieted with a final thump just as I was about to put one foot onto the second-floor landing. In the quiet that seemed to drape the whole building then the creak of that last step when I lifted my other foot sounded like a siren. I froze -- not the smartest move because I was off-balance and my foot slapped back onto the stair loosing another high-pitched squeak. By now my heart was pounding and I couldn t think. Eddie was in the same state but here s where our different natures showed themselves. Where my initial impulse in danger was to lie low Eddie was a man of action. In this case that action was to take off running down the hallway directly in front of us. I just crouched down and peeked out from behind my hands. I saw Eddie disappearing into the darkness. You might think I was weighing my alternatives plotting out a foolproof escape. No way. But when I saw Eddie start to turn a corner I moved instinctively slipping down a hallway to my left. A door there was ajar; I stepped inside and leaned against the wall. Only then did it occur to me that I shouldn t have been able to see Eddie at all. The mystery of his visibility in the darkness was quickly solved when I heard steps moving closer and Sister Margaret s unmistakable voice beseeching a variety of saints to do very uncharitable things to this vile Satanic spawn she had captured and on like that. She was almost screeching and I could hear doors opening all around me and nuns whispering back and forth. Looking back it seems odd that they bothered whispering given that Sister Margaret was raising the devil at the top of her lungs but I guess it was force of habit. At the time I was just worried about being discovered. I was safe for the moment; a quick glance assured me the small bed in the room was empty and with just a chest of drawers and a straight-backed wooden chair as the only other furniture it wasn t like there was any place someone could be hiding. Nor I realized was there anyplace I could hide if anyone looked inside. The bright angle of light from the hallway was enough to tell that. Outside several nuns were shushing Sister Margaret and jabbering at Eddie at the same time. Give him his due the kid was a trooper; he didn t squeal. Before long all the talking resolved itself into a decision to call Eddie s folks and the pastor and the cops. Awful as all that sounded I had a feeling Eddie would rather take his lumps from any of those three than face the wrath of Sister Margaret. As the group moved away I had time to look around the room some more. It was kind of like how I d figured it: bare walls no decoration but a crucifix on one wall. Not even a mirror. There was a single bookshelf on the wall above the bed about half-full. I couldn t make out the titles; the light through the curtains on the one window was too dim and the light from the door stopped short. But that window seemed to grow brighter as I stared at it and realized it might be my only way out. I was about to head for it when I heard a creak right next to my ear and saw the room s door begin to open. I flattened against the wall and considered my options. I didn t have any. The only thing going for me was that I was on the hinge side of the door; if someone just opened it and looked inside I d be out of sight. I thought I d won that small grace when the door stopped halfway. Sister Juliet Sister Margaret s voice sounded so close I thought she was in the room with me. How many times must you be told you must wear your full habit at all times when outside your room? Yes sister my homeroom teacher said and though her voice was soft I realized she was even closer. But I was just washing up... No excuses before God sister What if that despicable devil who invaded our sanctuary had seen you What devil? What was that commotion I heard? Sister Margaret explained at length and including some involved words that I don t think get used much anymore outside of exorcisms. She rounded out the story and was working her way back to Sister Juliet s clothes while sweat trickled down my neck. I was glancing around the room looking for any kind of hiding place when I noticed the bare light bulb in the middle of the ceiling. I could just make out the fuzzy outline of the faint shadow it cast. I decided that if the light went on I would make an immediate dash for the window. The chances of my getting there getting the window open and climbing out before anyone got to me were slim but maybe I would get lucky; maybe the window was already open. Weren t those drapes moving ever so slightly? I figured that with two giant steps and a leap I could clear the sill

Sex stories - The babysitter

Your Mum - Your Mum Your Mum - Your MumErotic Story Submitted by cuckoldbob - Apr 10 2008 - From Popular sex stories - Views - 25214This is a secret I have kept to myself for years about what my stepmother Teresa did one summer morning. Now I think it s time I made all privy to this strange and lurid tale; the account of Your Mum Your Mum Some months after the incident of Teresa s Torture [which will be in another story] when I was 18 it happened. Firstly I heard some of the local 18 to 19 year olds talking about Mum and her secret porno film Obviously the film had gotten out to certain local thugs after Mum had made it with the gangsters whoring herself to save us. The teenagers obviously knew them. That was obviously how they got to see it and recognised MY MUM that apparently prim and proper middle class housewife they knew from down the road A copy of a video titled Teresa s Torture was put in our mailbox one day addressed to Mum with a note telling her who had seen it. It said that if she wanted them to keep quiet about it and not let it get around to people such as Dad s bosses and colleagues our friends and the neighbourhood too they wanted something from her in return for their silence At this time I hadn t seen any of the film and Mum grabbed it from me along with the note before I could examine the video. The note was from a group of youngsters in their late teens who hung around the area causing trouble being largely unemployed but getting their income from petty crime...

I d guessed it was some sort of sex film she d done even back then; but Mum said I shouldn t ask about it and pressed me to keep the note secret from Dad and everyone else. However whenever she went shopping with me coming along to help too we had to walk past the youths den which was a small clearing in a slightly wooded piece of wasteland on the bank of an old disused raiway down a lane. I had noticed before in recent months that whenever we went past them there Mum would get wolf whistles and muttered innuendo from them. Even the girls who were attractive but cheeky hard-boiled types.I d heard the girls were bisexual and had even been seen having lesbian orgies in there. I would always get an angry indignant flush at the youths comments to her and complain bitterly about it back home. However Mum forbade me to say anything back and told me to cool it saying it didn t bother her and that they were only baiting us. I uneasily agreed it would be silly to rise to the provocation.Secretly though I knew Mum was enjoying the attention and I was very jealous but began secretly whacking off at night about it. Also I noticed how she d begun to dress much more sexily even tartily and would swing her hips more on any day she was likely to pass by the gang. I always now neurotically plied her with questions about what happened what they d said etc whenever she d had to pass them on the lane without me. I d be in a worried harrassed state quite genuinely but have a mysterious bulge in my pants too as I obsessively queried her One day when we went past the youths were playing with a plastic ball that they were throwing to each other in the Den as we walked up the lane. Three of the girls were walking up behind us having been to the shop for cigarettes. As we passed the den a lad threw the ball out past us mischeviously and Mum picked it up. They insited Mum go into their den to give it back.As she went in there to do so the lads said Hey Teresa can we talk to you for a minute? I waited a few seconds outside then my temper rose and I began to storm off in a huff but slowly and uneasily dawdling for her to follow. I could hear them asking her It s you isn t it? You re in Teresa s Torture? The 3 girls were looking through the railings at Mum chatting with their mates and I can t have gone fifty yards before the girls suddenly burst into laughter and ambled after me then called out.The shortest girl shouted Bobby As I turned round she went The lads are asking your mum something The second girl worsened it by adding in her common tarty accent Something DIRTY...

The tall older girl of maybe 21 capped the taunt by pointing at me and shouting YOUR MUM YOUR MUUUM YYYOURR MMUUUUUMMMM To the tune of Cuck-oo Cuck-oo I came running back all flustered and found Mum sitting smiling on a log among the five lads.She giggled seeing my unease then said as if it was all a lighthearted joke Bob these nice lads have taken a bit of a fancy to me They ve asked me to take my clothes off for them One of the lads pushed it further still as if it was all just a laugh and said Hey Bobby your Mum s cool Can we shag your Mum? I blushed scarlet at that so taken aback I could hardly speak. Do YOU want to do it? I asked my Mum. She just smiled and said Yes I stammered and murmured Erm; okay then No I don t mind The youths burst into laughter. Mum assured me it was all a laugh nothing was going to happen; but she d taken an offered cigarette from them and told me to go on home she d follow soon after she finished her smoke and chat with these nice youngsters. My face was like thunder but I had to go home or risk looking silly as if I couldn t take a joke or worse as if I really thought she d do something with them.I stopped at the end of the lane and turned back. I had to see what was happening to Mum The girls had gone in the Den and I was able to hide in the bushes and peep on it all.Mum stood in the centre of the circle of youths beginning to undress Somehow she seemed like a glamourous sex symbol and a nervous shy intimidated housewife all at once. She lifted her dress a bit exposing her thighs and then her pantied bum to them as they egged her on. Then I shook in excitement as Mum unbuttoned her blouse unclipped her bra and popped her titties out to their view and they cheered as she let the cool summer air on her bare breasts. She continued in this vein removing her dress then shoes.When at their insistent demands she finally wriggled out of her panties and stood naked before the bold lustful and slightly cruel eyes of the lads and girls I felt the tension in the air come to a peak and I had a spontaneous orgasm She looked so exposed so naked and vulnerable yet so sexy The crude comments from the cheeky youngsters about her body and what they wanted to do to her seemed to prolong my cum while Mum seemed on a sea of bliss with their harsh croaky voices taunting her She smiled naughtily saying You saucy young Bastards I could hardly believe it. After prostituting herself before to Kabul to save our family from debt and repossession here she was about to prostitute herself all over again for the protection of her hubby and I Now the lads undid their pants and took them off letting Mum see their erect hairy young willies. Some were very big some average size but displaying prominent veins and two of their willies were rather funny shapes The lads stood in a circle with Mum as the centre of attention of their five hungry gazes while the girls sat looking on smoking and making dirty innuendo to her. The lads lewdly stroked their cocks toward Mum and waggled their foreskins in finger and thumb as they smirked and reiterated what they were going to do to her Suddenly Munchie their leader came to her. The lads all backed away a bit to let him fondle her. Mum shivered in excitement as he grabbed her from behind his hands coming round to squeeze her tits and she gasped in shock as he thrust his great big dick along her back and let it throb against her buttocks like an impatient wild animal demanding it s prey. Corr Teresa I ve wanted to do it to you for ages he growled.Mum was clearly very aroused now her desire had overcome shyness. She lay down on her back in the middle of the den s grassy floor and opened her legs WIDE They all stared at her perfectly formed fluffy blond cunt mound as Munchie lay down on top of her. He intently guided his hairy dark tool to her vulva s entrance.Suddenly she let out an explosive OOOOOOUUUURRRRGGHHH as he plunged it right up her blond hairy slit My stomach lurched as I saw the lad shove his dick up my Mum s juicy slit She wrapped her arms round his back and her legs round his thighs and they began to pump together. Here was Mum at last as I d envisioned her in shameful fantasies for so long. She lay naked among the gang of local rogues; a mature married respectable wife and mother being lustily balled by the street gang s leader This lad whom we d all told off so many times and who had always been [seemingly at least] just a street hooligan in Mum s opinion was now getting my Mum s womanly loving attentions She was loving his hard strong young body full of lust and wildness. Likewise he was enjoying her fit mature rather genteel and cultured body. They were locked together rolling in passion on the floor in front of his friends It was almost unthinkable; so strange and absurd but so seedy and horny you couldn t help but get turned on at the surreal sight of Mum shagging the street lad I must admit I wanked to my eternal shame watching Mum in turn shaming me and Dad and degrading herself with the nasty young shithead Her tits were really jiggling and wobbling like smacked jellies and she loved it going OOUURGH WOARRGH as the lad really bollocked and balled her I could even hear the slap and squelch of her body meeting his and his dick invading her warm wet cunt He fucked her like there was no tomorrow rolling her all over the floor with his hands roving over her body. He was squeezing her tits and often his face descended to lick at her engorged nipples which were glistening with her sweat and his saliva The gang grew quiet for awhile entranced by the spectacle of Mum shagging their leader and for some minutes no sound was audible. Well silence except for the gentle rustling of the breeze in the canopy of leaves overhead which dappled their bodies in patterned sunlight; and of course the straining and grunting of their voices as they fucked in tight rhythm. Hughh- A- Hughh- A- Hugghhh- A- HUGGHH I m sure Mum orgasmed. I heard her seeming to climax loudly and strongly upon his arrogant young dick and saw her rubbing her feet lovingly over his bum and thighs cooing Oooooohhhh Ohhh Love The lad eventually groaned Ourgh

I m Cumming They both stopped thrusting and she dug her heels into the grass raising up her pelvis to his in passion. Mum smiled at all the gang as she gyrated her pelvis around for him to really get the most out of his climax I could see his dick embedded in her ripe red slit and his hairy shaft pulsating going Doing Doing Doing in Mum s pussy He pumped all his hot invading sperm far up her cunt and she caressed his sweating brow with affection as he growled and sponked up her twat After this Mum was ready for a little rest but the others were impatient. They had brought out extra long very thin and whippy sticks which they used to make with penknives from the bushes. They were swiping them through the air to test them.One of the girls shouted Right get her Two lads and the other two girls grabbed Mum taking hold of her wrists and ankles and lifted her into a spreadeagled position face downwards. They carried her over to the log stretching her spreadeagled across it and holding her fast Right you snooty bitch You re gonna get it the same girl went and she and the half caste girl stood each side of Mum.Then WHACK A cane landed right across Mum s bare exposed arse She squealed in shock and pain The rods weren t very hard really but the girls put full blooded strength into their punishment of her and it must have hurt quite a lot despite that the marks they left were hairline thin.Mum gasped and cried out at their whippings of her Bum WHIPPP Oooffhh WHAACCKK OooLaa THWWACKK OOOOoollllll They whipped her hard on the bare arse and across her back too and the tops of her legs. The little sadistic bitches Strangely Mum soon seemed to be melting into a dreamy state of masochistic pleasure and her voice sank to soft moans Mum did need a rest after that; they had some drinks and snacks from the shopping we d bought and as they talked my head swam with the surreal nature of this scene intensified by Mum looking so happy The girls now began to take off some of their clothes. They removed their pants and knickers and sat around discussing what to do to her next and diddling their own pussies as they did it I couldn t help stroking my dick as I watched the girls casually sitting around my Mum their hands often grabbing her tits and making her blush as they tweaked and waggled her nipples or tickled her fanny making the lads laugh at her At one point the girls converged on Mum and full lesbianism was given her. For some minutes they were just a mass of writhing bodies tongues licking and fingers feeling delving and pulling. I couldn t often see what exactly was being done to Mum but her groans gave me indications Are you going next Gary? they asked when the all girl romp was done. Gary was one of the shorter younger ones maybe only 18 and he had one of those real cheeky round little faces like some babyfaced gangsters have. He was certainly a nasty cowardly little piece of work but Mum seemed to like him. I think my Mum knew Gary s mother from work and to chat to etc.He told Mum what he wanted; and though I think she d only at that time ever had it in the back passage when she made the video she gladly agreed to his demand. However he wanted to whip her a bit too first Mum stood and bent over offering up her rump to that cheeky young shithead and his mate too. They made her jump a bit now as they swooshed the sticks through the air and lashed them across her backside Mum reached between her legs and cupped her vulva rubbing herself in kinky excitement as she was whipped by the two youths with the others laughing and jeering His mate soon finished with it but Gary was a dirty little git; he had other tricks up his sleeve. Spread your arse Teresa he said. When she reached back and opened her buttocks he tickled the end of the cane on Mum s arsehole Keep still he ordered.Then the dirty little fucker did something that made me want to kill him. He pushed the cane forward and actually shoved the end of the stick about 5 inches up Mum s bum OOOHHHHHH WHOOOO You Naughty Naughty Boy she protested; but in answer he just started wiggling it about up her arse Wheeeeeee the gang laughed cruelly Mum gave in to her humiliation and orgasmed I suppose she had to it was so dirty wicked absurd and degrading with the stick waggling up her arse and the gang jeering at her Soon he took it out and she knelt down on all fours for Gary. He greased his dick with a bit of margarine from Mum s shopping bag and pressed his knob to her bumhole. To my surprise her brown ring gave in quite easily and the weird sight of his nasty ugly dick sliding up my Mum s arsehole was there in front of me The girls were rubbing each other off now as they watched Gary bumfucking her. It aroused her more when the girls came in front of her and watched her expressions of humiliation and joy with glee.As Gary fucked my Mum good up the arse I heard one of the girls say I need a shit. They whispered something then the girl came and squatted in front of my Mum pulling her bumcheeks apart.She growled Teresa this is what we think of you your wanker of a son and the poncy stuck up airs you put on when you re really no better than us girl She made Mum lick her arse The girl gyrated herself around on Mum s tongue and rubbed herself.They all laughed loudly again Gary pulled out before coming and told Mum to lick his cock clean She hesitated so Wayne came up and whacked her arse really hard with a stick to make her do it Soon she did. Mum licked Gary s dick straight from her bum tasting her own you-know-what on it as she ran her tongue all over his cock for ages After she d sucked him a bit he grunted and really sponked hard down her throat spurting his juice out onto her tongue He liked it when she carried on licking his balls and sucking them like a whore. I think at least one of the girls had cum by now to see all this as she was lying all relaxed and dreamy eyed in the corner The big hefty lad with the great donger of a cock had Mum next picking her up and bouncing her all around the den with his cock up her cunt. Suddenly he unceremoniously shoved it up her arse and carried on She was was either hanging from branches or bent over the log or trying to balance with her feet braced against trees as he balled her up the shithole with such force and energy that she was laughing and shrieking for joy I wanked and like a wretch I spunked again watching it. It was wild They all had her that morning either singly or in pairs. Mum was double penetrated too I eventually had to go home and leave them being exhausted; but you could hear the sounds of Mum s rude orgies with the gang all up the lane I hope nobody else heard them She got home in late afternoon time going straight into the shower and throwing her clothes in the wash to try and hide the evidence for when Dad came home I don t know if she d seen me watching or at least if she knew I d wank about it but I wrote the whole thing down in my diary and feverishly jerked to it.The next week when I came home on the Friday from college Mum had cleaned my room and I found a pair of Mum s used pantyhose and a naked picture of her left with my diary under my mattress On the photo was written Glad you liked what you saw Here s a present for keeping it secret She d found my diary and secretly enjoyed me jerking over her cuckoldry She still wouldn t discuss any sexual subjects nor her behaviour with me and I knew better than to confront her about anything; but the hidden bond of Mum and cuckold-son was there even then This story isn t the end of it. It was only a next step in the adventures of my rude and sexy Cuckold-Mum Here closes the strange and lurid tale of Your Mum Your Mum I d like to hear from anyone out there [over 18] who may have such stepmother and cuckold-mom experiences and/or fantasies. I m sure there s cuckolding moms as well as wives

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Seabreeze SeabreezeErotic Story Submitted by E. S. Gates - Mar 23 2009 - From Popular sex stories - Views - 22969The air is soft and warm on this perfect summer day. The kind of day spent walking hand in hand feeling the smooth sand between your bare toes listening to the rolling waves washing ashore and seagulls in the distance. A day begging to be savored forever.We awoke before dawn this morning having planned a special retreat away from the children. Our bags were packed the night before and stowed in the trunk of your little red sportscar. We watched the sunrise as we drove the two hours to our romantic hideaway stealing secret glances and knowing smiles all the way there.Our little white cabin sits off a pathway between the sand dunes and tall beachgrass. Just big enough for two the cabin is light and rustic decorated with special treasures we had scavenged along the beach. Driftwood seaglass bits of bleached coral pretty seashells and dried sea sponges adorn the tiny cabin. The golden morning light sparkles through the little windows spreading bits of magical glitter throughout the room.At last we are alone. We can finally relax and do nothing at all or everything we dream. No need to drive anywhere because we brought everything we will need for our weekend. So I decide to open the bottle of Dom Perignon and pour us two glasses. As I m pouring I look at you standing in the sunlight and notice your hair has lightened this summer. You look like you did on the day we met.

A fresh faced California boy with sun bleached blond hair and a charming yet shy smile. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you over 20 years ago. My heart jumps a beat as I remember.You catch me looking at you and smile. I hand you your glass of champagne and we make a toast to us . Short and simple and filled with possibilities. The champagne makes my mouth tingle. We sip our glasses until they are empty and I fill them again. My cheeks are rosy and my head is warm and fuzzy from the champagne. I m feeling sexy and playful.I decide I ll make the first move and I reach around your neck and pull your mouth to mine. Oh how sweet and warm your mouth feels. I taste the champagne on your tongue. As we kiss my hands massage your firm ass in your swim trunks. I can feel my desire growing as my thighs become flushed with warmth. Suddenly I separate reaching for the two towels folded on the breakfast table. I think I d like to finish this game on the beach. I head toward the door my breasts jiggling as I skip away in my little pink bikini. You smile with a little spark in your eyes as you run after me.As I sprint down the pathway I m ahead of you giggling at you to catch me. Your legs are longer and it doesn t take a moment before you race past me taking the towels and grabbing my bikini top strings pulling the bow undone as you fly by. The top falls to the sand and my newly bare breasts bounce freely as I run toward you laughing and breathless. The beach is empty as we head for the waves my topless body warming in the sunshine. As you reach the shoreline you quickly unfold the towels waiting for me to catch up.I reach you and fall gleefully on the soft white towels you ve laid out. I need some tanning oil will you rub it on me? I ask you knowingly. Of course you oblige and pop open the shiny brown bottle of oil that smells like coconuts and pina coladas. I need some here pointing to my naked white breasts. You pour a puddle into the palm of your hand letting the warm oil drip playfully between my breasts. Your strong hands massage the oil over my chest with long smooth strokes my nipples begin to harden as you rub in the oil. You pinch my hard nipples between your fingers making me gasp with delight. Mmmmmmm rubbing the slippery oil on my nipples makes my pussy wet and tingly. Just then I look up and notice the outline of your stiff cock through your thin nylon swim trunks. Now it s your turn.I drizzle some warm oil in my palms and rub my hands together. I reach up the leg of your swim trunks and massage the slippery oil onto your smooth shaved balls and up and down your thick shaft paying special attention to the head.

Your cock throbs and fills with a rush of blood as it hardens even more. I gasp as I feel your cock harden I m totally aroused. I feel my pussy beginning to pulse as I imagine your long stiff dick inside me.You push me down on the towel pinning my shoulders as you lay above me a sensual gleam in your eyes makes me blush. Yes it s exactly what I want. Your oily hand reaches into my bikini bottom and I arch my back with pleasure. My breath quickens as you tickle my clit and tease my cunt with your fingers while slipping my bikini bottom off and throwing it in the sand.I lay there looking up into your dreamy eyes my naked oiled body shimmering in the sun. You check over your shoulders to scout for movement but we are completely alone. You pull your swim trunks off and lay them on the towel beside me. Your cock is swollen and rock hard a delicious sight. Let s do it in the ocean I suggest.Your soft hands wrap around my waist and you pull me up off the towel. I kiss you again flickering my tongue around your juicy mouth Let s go I say. We hold hands as we run into the warm water the waves splashing up our legs until the water rushes high on our hips. We walk in deeper until my breasts float upon the water. Our naked bodies are perfectly covered by the ocean.You grab me tightly and pull my legs up to straddle your hips. I throw my head back into the waves as I slip onto your cock floating weightless in the soothing current. Oh fuck It feels so good. I scream with pleasure as you penetrate. Your smooth hands hold me around my waist as you slide my body effortlessly on and off your pulsing rod. Holy shit your cock feels so good in my pussy I moan loudly as the waves roll over my body.I can feel my body starting to climax with each wave that rushes over me swirling the water over my clit. Oh God don t stop. You see my wet hard nipples glisten above the waves in the morning sunlight. Fuck me harder. You feel my pussy tighten and squeeze around your cock as I come close to orgasm. You grip my weightless body and pull me back onto your throbbing dick thrusting harder and deeper. Fuck me Fuck me I scream with pleasure oh my god My breath is short and fast as I moan louder.I pinch my nipples between my fingers and twist them as you ram harder into my pussy. I m almost there. My hips rock in the waves you feel my cunt starting to pulsate. Your balls tighten as you hold off blowing your load until I cum. The rim of your head swells with ecstacy rubbing the inside of my tight hot cunt. You pull me close against your body. My hips begin to thrust wildly grinding my clit against your skin. Oh God I m coming I say breathless. You thrust deep inside me as your dick explodes spewing your hot cum inside. Waves crash over us as our wet bodies rock together in ecstacy.My head rushes with a delicious warm tingling sensation. I float on the waves still straddling your cock as it slowly begins to soften. You feel the warm current washing over your balls and listen as the gentle seabreeze whispers our love. A perfect beginning to our romantic weekend alone. I love you forever and always.

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My Lesbian Sex Fantasy My Lesbian Sex FantasyErotic Story Submitted by - Sep 13 2004 - From Lesbian stories - Views - 4958Lesbian sex story - So there I was with a knot in the pit of my stomach. My heart was pounding. I was so nervous and scared I felt like running away. But I knew I wouldn t. I have waited too long for this. I have fantasized about this moment for years now my fantasy was about to become a reality...We met on the internet in a bi-curious chat room. We seemed to hit it off instantly and began chatting friendly and informal. We went private and began talking of our mutual fantasies. We shared sexy e-mails for weeks. Then we decided to talk on the phone and ended up masturbating together. It was so hot I can still hear you moan I m cumming . Then you asked me to meet you. Me the inexperienced one and you the kind gentle experienced woman that I have grown to call friend. I had to I just absolutly had to meet you breathlessly I said yes.....The day came and we were to meet at a nightclub in town. I was so scared. I arrived early hoping to have a couple of drinks to calm my shaking hands. I had barely sat down when I saw you walk through the door. I gasped to myself. You were even more beautiful than your picture. You looked around eyes adjusting to the darkness then you spotted me and I saw a wonderful smile appear on your face. You sat down and ordered us each a drink I gulped mine down and ordered another. We made idle chit chat then...

You grabbed my hand pulled it up to your lips and kissed it. Then you looked me deep in the eyes and said Lisa you are so beautiful I want to make love to you I need to make love to you All I could do was moan. You asked me if I was ready. I finished my drink took a deep breath and said yes ...The next thing I knew I was in a stylish hotel room we were standing face to face. You reached out and put your arms around my neck and began to pull me close your scent was intoxicating then your lips gently brushed across mine. I felt a jolt of excitement. You kissed me again only a little harder this time I felt your lips part and your tongue push into my mouth. I surrendered to you at that moment. My arms flew around you as I mashed my lips into yours. Our tongues wrestling and exploring each others mouth. God you tasted wonderful. The next thing I know I m naked sitting on the edge of the bed. You were naked laying on your side on the bed behind me. I turned my head and just stared at your body. It was perfect. Long blonde hair blue eyes lovely tits slender waist long slender legs. God you are beautiful.I turned on the bed so we were laying face to face I began to run my fingertip up and down your arm while looking into your eyes. This was incredible. I was so hot that it was all I could do to breathe. You looked up into my eyes and said kiss me please kiss me Our lips met once again our tongues driving into each others mouth. I pushed you over on to your back and laid my body on top of yours with my legs stradling your thighs and I began kissing your neck. I could feel your hard nipples pressing into my chest. I could feel your lovely soft trimmed pubic hairs rubbing against the soft slight pooch of my feminine tummy. I began to kiss down your chest. I heard a low groan escape your mouth as my lips locked on to your tit. I began to swirl my tongue around your nipple. It was so hard and taunt. I heard you panting oh god oh yeah baby sooo good I quickley manuverd my mouth to your other breast lavishing all the love I could upon it.Then I felt your hands on top of my head pushing down ever so gently. I heard you suck your breath in as I began to trace a line down your belly with my tongue. I stopped and placed small kisses around your belly button. I could feel you squirming underneath me pushing your hips up grinding your pussy into my tits. You began to push my head again not forcefully just gently pursuading. I heard you whisper ohh baby please ohh please I kept moving lower until my face was hovering over your pussy. I could smell the sweet musky aroma of your excitement I could see the glistening of your nectar on your nether lips. I stared for a moment. I was mesmerized by the beauty of your cunt. I could see your hips undulating pushing up off the bed trying to bring your pussy to my face. I felt your hands at the back of my head pulling me down. Then you groaned ohh please baby please taste me I stuck my tongue out and gave a tenitive lick to to the juice that had overflowed from your cunt. It tasted wonderful. Sweet nectar. I took a longer lick this time and you groaned. You reached down between your legs and spread your pussy lips apart. I was looking directly into your molten core. I could see the juices gathering at your hole. Please Lisa please eat me Thats all I needed. I french kissed your pussy driving my tongue as far into your hole as I could sucking the juices from your cunt trying to quench this unquenchable thirst I had for you. I could hear you moaning and grunting with every pass of my tongue. I began to lick your pussy up and down keeping my tongue flat and firm and nodding my head up and down. My nose was rubbing your hard clit while I continued my tongue attack on your cunt. I moved up and sucked your engorged clit into my mouth. You bucked your hips and moaned. I began alternetly rolling my tongue around your clit and sucking it. Ohh god Ohh Lisa I m gonna cum I sank two fingers deep into your pussy and pushed up... Your whole body went stiff your back arched you pressed your cunt hard into my face... Ohhh Unghhh Ahhhh... Cumming.... Ohhh Lisa.... I m Cumming.... Ohhh... I could see your hands clutching the sheets I could feel your pussy convulsing around my fingers my face was being soaked buy your honey. I continued gently licking at your pussy soft little kisses as you gradualy began to relax.You pulled me up next to on the bed kissed me deep as you rolled me over on to my back. You whispered into my ear. Now Lisa baby Its my turn......

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Toy for two Toy for twoErotic Story Submitted Lesbian sex story - Laura skipped a step or two after hopping off the bus only a block from her apartment after a long day at work. If her walk seemed a bit jauntier than normal there was a very good reason for it after all this was Wednesday. Wednesday the absolute best day of the week It was shaving day the day she and her room mate Bobbi spent the evening shaving each other s pussy It was incredibly erotic to sit on the edge of the tub while having your lover carefully lather and shave your most intimate area and then just as naturally as you please suck you to a stunning and complete orgasm Laura involuntarily crossed and uncrossed her legs while riding the elevator up to the twenty seventh floor. She got off at her stop and fumbled with her key before entering the bright and airy apartment that she shared with Bobbi. Anybody home? she called out to her roomie. I m in here came the reply from the bedroom come on in I have something to show you Laura dropped her brief case on the chair next to the desk and quietly opened the bedroom door.

When her eyes adjusted to the dim conditions they almost popped out of her head because their on the bed totally naked was beautiful Bobbi while standing in the middle of the room was a device that literally took her breath away Happy birthday Bobbi said with a giggle. It s not my birthday until next month Laura replied while meandering over to the funny looking contraption. And what in the world is this? Bobbi mindlessly fingered her dark haired snatch and replied And just what does it look like ? Laura let her hand run over the dark leather object while answering softly It looks rather like some medieval torture device where on earth did you get it? I ordered it out of a catalogue Bobbi said with a sigh. Like it? ? With her breathing becoming increasingly shallow Laura managed to reply I-I m not sure it s so huge It s supposed to be huge Bobbie retorted while her fingers worked their way in and out of her buttery snatch now hurry up and get your clothes off and let me explain to you exactly how it works Laura smile wanly at her lover but obeyed her command and quickly slipped out of her things. She had a model s body tall and willowy with blonde hair small pert breasts long legs and of course a perfect ass that looked good in anything from a bikini to a pair of thong underwear. She gave the contraption one last look and crawled onto the bed and snuggled up to Bobbi s massive chest and began sucking like a contented baby. So Bobbi cooed do you like it or not you never answered me? ? Mmmmm I think so Laura replied softly. Do you think it will hurt? Bobbi chuckled a quietly for a moment and replied Hurt I think it s gonna feel wonderful As Laura s sucking intensified Bobbi gazed over at the object that now dominated the middle of their bedroom and closed her eyes while imagining them using it together. It looked almost like a gymnast s pommel horse but it was shorter by a foot. The real difference however was that instead of having two hand bars this horse sported two eight inch long hard rubber dildos that stood proud and thick just waiting to be mounted by two willing females A fury was slowly slipping out of control in Bobbi s young pussy so with a hoarse whisper she croaked Let s give it a try On very wobbly legs both twenty two year olds got to their feet and gingerly made their way across the room until they were standing next to the imposing object. H-how do we do this? Laura asked nervously as she ran her hand up and down one of the hard peckers. I ll help you on first Bobbi announced self assuredly while guiding Laura s leg up and over the horse until her tight little hairless pussy was situated directly over one of the monster cocks. Okay she ordered now let it down real slow easy easy take your time Laura s head rolled from side to side on her shoulders as each inch disappeared inside of her incredibly tight vagina. Almost immediately her cunt began to convulse out of control as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body M-my fucking god she gasped I m cumming all over the place Eager to join her lover Bobbi quickly positioned her own cunt over the remaining cock and settled her plump butt down until she was completely impaled by the vicious invader I-It s wonderful isn t? Laura moaned. Bobbi was quite unable to reply but with a great deal of difficulty she managed to nod her head as a climax slammed into her cunt making her huge boobs shake bounce crazily from side to side while her whole body shivered with excitement With the two women now facing each other they easily leaned forward until their breasts were squished together between them. Being the more butch of the two Bobbi took the lead and kissed Laura hard on the mouth while probing the aroused blonde s mouth with her over active tongue Almost as if on cue the two of them began slowly bouncing up and down in unison as the fucked themselves into an absolute frenzy with the gigantic rubber cocks jammed deep into their stretched out pussies I-I love you Laura gasped while her little pink nipples pressed into Bobbi s huge nubs ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyy I feel so full of hard dick it feels so fucking goooooood I love you too Bobbi stammered I just love a good hard fucking don t you? Oh yes Laura replied while her tight little ass bounced up and down like a trip hammer e-especially when I m getting fucked with you Oh yes yes yes yes Bobbi managed to reply the cocks they re so huge they just rip you apart Mmmmmmmm so wide and thick Laura sighed deeply fill you to the brim making you a fucking hard cock loving whore Oh yes Bobbi gasped twist my nipples hard I m so close now right on the edge please twist them for me Bobbi leaned back and offered her magnificent chest for Laura s use but instead of twisting them with her fingers she asked softly I don t wanna twist them Why not? ? Bobbi gasped. Because I d rather do this she replied while leaning down to take on of the hard nips into her mouth and biting it roughly. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck Bobbi groaned oh yessssssss just like that suck it harder oh yeah bite it make it hurt Laura was always amazed at how much abuse Bobbi s nipples could take Her own nips were hyper sensitive but could never have accepted the kind of torturous punishment that Bobbi seemed to relish While she continued to suck and bite Bobbi s nipples both women were now ramming themselves senseless with the monster peckers that stood rigidly on the back of the modified pommel horse Oh god we re riding these fat dicks and getting the fucking of our lives Bobbi moaned I-I m gonna cum oh christ in heaven I m gonna cum Just hearing her lover on the verge of orgasm would have normally been enough but coupled with the thick spike jammed deep into her tight little twat well it was more than she could take An instant later the both of them let loose with a roar while their poor defenseless pussies were decimated by the relentless pounding of the huge rubber dicks As all the strength ebbed out of them they collapsed together while their pussies twitched and flitted around the still impaled monsters D-do you have any other surprises for me? Laura asked with a sigh. Not tonight Bobbi replied with a wink but you never know you just never know

Sex stories - My Lesbian Sex Fantasy

The Ring The RingErotic Story Submitted Lesbian sex story - Cindy lay in the tub and relaxed as the jet propelled water wafted over every inch of her lean sun tanned body. What a day It felt good just to not have to move She was startled when the door to the bathroom door literally burst open as her mother hurriedly plopped down on the john and let loose with a audible sigh as a river of hot pee gushed from her pussy. I m sorry hon she apologized while she wiped her damp crack I just couldn t hold it another minute That s all right Cindy replied while looking at her mothers bare vagina if ya gotta go.... It wasn t exactly her mother s pussy that had drawn the eighteen year olds attention it was more what was attached to it Mom can I ask you a question Cindy asked softly? Why sure dear the older woman replied while tugging her bikini panties over her hips ask away Well uh Cindy stumbled it s just that I was wondering about your you know your ring Marilyn Case looked down at her pretty young daughter and in a subdued voice asked softly And which ring would that be? With her face and pert breasts flushing red Cindy replied almost inaudibly You know the one down there on your vagina Instead of pulling up her slacks Marilyn left them down around her ankles while answering gently Well what is it you want to know? I dunno Cindy said softly I was just wondering what it feels like I mean to have something like through your lips.

Well it s not actually through my lips Marilyn replied while pushing her panties back down as you can see it actually is piercing my clit This was the first time she had seen her mother s ring this close up and unbelievably it was true her mother s clit was being pulled from its hood by the tiny stainless steel piece of jewelry M-my god she gasped it s beautiful but doesn t it hurt I mean that s a pretty sensitive spot? ? Mmmmm no her mother replied it feels wonderful to have something tugging on me all of the time Cindy hadn t even realized she was doing it but as she stared at her mother s incredible pussy her own hand had slipped between her legs and she began gently probing her teenage muff Marilyn groaned softly while eyeing her daughter s luscious body and involuntarily her pussy drenched itself as her super engorged clit began to throb spasmodically M-mommy you have such a beautiful vagina Cindy gasped. I wanna get a ring for my clit too Cindy had by now buried her fingers deep into her white hot quim and while her mother looked on in wide eyed wonder furiously masturbated her clitoris until her back arched and an orgasm of mind bending proportions slammed into her helpless pussy like a locomotive running down hill without brakes Sweet jesus you re on fire Marilyn whispered to her daughter while at the same time moving over to edge of the tub Now be a good little girl and show mommy what a nice mouth you have Cindy s head was spinning out of control but with her mommy s incredibly puffed up pussy only inches from her face she swallowed hard and after only a moments hesitation leaned forward and let her tongue slip into her mommy s steaming crack Marilyn closed her eyes while Cindy s tongue worked its magic on her bulging organ. Subconsciously she opened her blouse unhooked her lacy white bra and after roughly twisting her nipples pulled one of the bright pink nubs to her mouth and began sucking on it greedily. If anyone would have walked into that bathroom they surely would have been stunned to see a pretty young woman with her mouth attached to the over ripe pussy her mother A deep groan gurgled up from deep inside of Marilyn s throat as a tidal wave of passion began welling up deep in the pit of her belly. With Cindy gently tugging at her clit ring with her teeth Marilyn s legs nearly buckled as her cunt was attacked with series of mini cums that only stoked the fires in her pussy even hotter If she hadn t known better she would have figured her daughter was an experienced cunt lapper but as far as she could tell this was probably her first experience at sucking the bearded clam Cindy s own fingers were now literally flying in and out her gaping labia while both women were now shamelessly thrusting their cunts forward as they climbed aboard the Climax Express Cindy had always figured that her mommy had a hot pussy after all anyone who wore a clit ring was probably somewhere around the bend sexually but she was finding out the her mother had a hunger in her loins that was absolutely ravenous Thatta baby Marilyn moaned suck my fucking pussy you hot cunted little bitch That did it Just hearing her mother begging for it in such descriptive language was more than the poor girl could take so without giving it a second thought the young woman grabbed a bottle of shampoo and rammed the thinner end deep inside of her pussy G-good fucking christ your fucking yourself Marilyn gasped Oh yes fuck it harder fuck that little red hot pussy By now Cindy was trying to devour her mommy s pussy while at the same time ramming the bottle neck in an out of her helpless cunt like a trip hammer Marilyn let her boobs fall free so she could use her hands to grab her daughter s head and force her mouth harder into her gaping slit Cindy s pussy began to buck up and down as the hard plastic bottle induced a stunning orgasm in her tight little cunt while at the same time her mommy s crack convulsed hard several times while filling her mouth with a gusher of sweet hot pussy juice Both women were momentarily shocked at the strange turned of events but after only a second or two Marilyn s legs finally gave out as she slid helplessly to the floor with her legs splayed wide open and her clit ring glistening with a coating of Bartholin s fluid My goodness mommy Cindy cooed while softly caressing her own breasts I can t wait to get a ring of my very own Marilyn smiled let out a deep sigh and replied Mmmmmm and I ll make the appointment

Sex stories - Toy for two

The Class The ClassErotic Story Submitted Lesbian sex story - Bay carefully backed her car into a vacant parking space and then checked to make sure that she had all of her class supplies organized before heading into the building. This was second to last natural child birth class and she wondered why this was a mother only class and all husbands and boyfriends were banned for this particular night. With her huge belly leading the way she waddle up the stairs before making her way to the cafeteria of the old grade school that was being used for evening adult education classes. She was almost to the door when a voice from the far end of the corridor sounded out Hey Bay wait up and I ll sit with ya Bay turned to see who was calling her name and was happy to see that it was Patti. Bay marveled at how petite Patti still looked even though she was already seven and a half months pregnant. God I ll be so glad when this is all over Patti said when she approached Bay I feel like such a cow Youuuuuu? ? Bay exclaimed. You re a string bean compared to me just look at my boobs they re literally bigger than your head Patti giggled her infectious laugh and replied Well let s just say we re both a little on the hefty side Bay nodded her head and led the two of them inside where at least twenty other pregnant women were already sitting down on their mats doing stretching exercises.Up in front of the room Mz.

Ellyn Crawford the teacher of the class sat going over some papers before she stood up to address the women. Let me see she intoned while scanning the room I think we re all here now Good she said while going over and locking the door let s get started She returned to the front of the room and went on Some of you are probably wondering why we have excluded your husbands and boyfriends from tonight s class well there is a perfectly good reason for it The room had quieted down the moment Mz. Crawford spoke and everyone waited anxiously to find out what was going on. Tonight is going to be different than any other phase of our training she explained. There will be a bit of nudity involved with our lesson and I think that having the men in the room would have made some of you very uncomfortable There was a slight murmur when Ellyn Crawford mentioned the word nudity but everyone sat still waiting for her to explain further. Having a baby is a wonderful experience she went on but tonight we are going to actually simulate that experience by stripping nude below the waist and having a partner play the doctor or nurse The women looked at each other nervously but when Ellyn Crawford ordered them to pair off they did so without question Bay and Patti paired up but even though they had become friendly over the course of the last few months neither one of them were quite ready for what was going to happen next Okay Ellyn ordered one of you take off your things and lie down on your mat with your legs tucked up to your butt and your legs spread as wide apart as you can get them Geesh Patti said nervously you wanna go first? No but I will Bay replied softly while taking pulling up her loose fitting dress and removing her over sized panties. After she had taken her position on the mat Patti tried not to stare but was totally stunned at the amount of pubic hair that covered Bay s groin area Okay ladies those playing the role of the doctor carefully probe you partner s vagina to check for the amount of dilation Several of the women seemed frozen and unable to move but a sharp rebuke by Ellyn Crawford had all of the doctors carefully fingering their patients Ohhhh Bay gasped softly when Patti s cool finger slid easily into her now very wet pussy. I m sorry Patti said quickly I didn t mean to hurt you I ll be more careful Y-you didn t hurt me Bay replied softly I-it just surprised me Come on ladies Ellyn said evenly some of you aren t doing the job at all feel those vaginas like your doctor would All around the room soft sighs had turned into very audible groans as the pussies of the women began to roil with sexual tension That s very good Ellyn Crawford said gently now doctors press your fingers in as far as they will go while the patients should begin to push as if they were having their baby Following Ellyn s orders Patti shoved two fingers in to the hilt while Bay gritted her teeth and began flexing her vaginal muscles in an attempt push out the imaginary baby Almost immediately Bay s pussy began to lurch out control as a major league orgasm rushed through her pussy causing her to buck up her hips and groan out loud as it completely overwhelmed her And she wasn t alone From around the room women everywhere were experiencing orgasms of such intensity that some of them were nearly passing out The smell of fresh pussy juice filled the air adding an even more sensual aura to an already sexually charged situation That s very good Ellyn said softly now please exchange places and repeat the process This time it was Patti s turn to have a finger jammed deep into her burning cunt and just like her partner Bay her vagina convulsed hard inducing a brutal orgasm that made her cry out in utter and total satisfaction The women lay on their mats shell shocked from the incredible turn of events that just had occurred only moments before At this point what ever orders Ellyn Crawford gave them would have be obeyed with out question So when after giving them five minutes to recuperate she told the women to face each other and them interlock their vaginas so that their pussies were pressed together not one peep of protest could be heard In fact it seemed that most it not all of them were almost eager to follow her crude bidding I-I don t believe I m doing this Patti stammered as her almost hairless little organ was being devoured by Bay s huge hair pie Me neither Bay replied tightly as both of them maneuvered around so as to connect their aching clits I can see that everyone seems to be getting with the program Ellyn said softly now be good doctors and patients and make sure that all of your hard little clits are pressing together Soon each pair of women was grinding their pussies together like there was no tomorrow Hard little clits were now scraping back and forth over each other literally driving each other insane with pleasure Patti and Bay had no problem what so ever making clitoral contact and over the next ten minutes or so each of them had at least three or four massive orgasms Ellyn had by now lifted up her own skirt only to reveal a pantiless pussy that bulged obscenely open and ready for business With her ass on the edge of the front table she motioned for a cute twenty something red head to take a place between her wide open legs The young woman obediently dropped to her knees and after a signal from the panting instructor buried her mouth into the smoothly shaven quim With most of the class looking on almost slack jawed the little red head licked and sucked Ellyn Crawford to several stunning climaxes that resulted in covering the young woman s face with a layer of her sweet pussy juice When she was completely sated she flopped back onto the desk and just lay there with her open cunt brazenly gaping to anyone who card to look After a taking but a few minutes to recuperate Ellyn sat up and out of nowhere produced a giant strap on dildo. With a look of wanton desire on her face she asked for a volunteer A huge breasted black woman with a gigantic ass waddled up and without even bothering to put it on grabbed it out of Ellyn Crawford s hand and rammed it into her unsuspecting pussy with brutal ferocity The scream that came from deep inside of her throat would have wakened the dead but in a matter of seconds she was begging the big assed woman to fuck her even harder Soon the women on the floor were calling encouragement to their comrade demanding that she fuck the hot pussied teacher to within and inch of her life When she could see that she couldn t take it anymore and to the cheers of her classmates the black woman gave Ellyn one last hard fuck and left the monster pecker buried deep in the well fucked pussy of the stunned instructor while she made her way back to her mat to the applause of everyone in the room(that is except for Ellyn who was too far gone to even move) Now walking back to their cars Patti piped up Now that is a class I d like to take even if I weren t pregnant Bay shivered a little against the cold and replied You and me both hon you and me both

Sex stories - The Ring

Summer Job Summer JobErotic Story Submitted Lesbian sex story - Zoey slowed her car to crawl as she checked the house numbers as she slowly rolled down the quiet shaded street. Let me see now she muttered under her breath 115 121 127 ahhhhhhh here we are 133 She parked her car in a under the shade of a large oak tree and after checking to make sure that she had everything in her black attache case she headed up the front walk to the large colonial house that stood proudly amongst the large stand of trees surrounding the property. She checked one last time the name on the order form and rang the bell and waited. A few moments later a pretty red haired pregnant lady of about thirty or so answered the door and invited her inside. You must be Zoey she said with a smile while extending her hand. And you must be Mrs. Gordon Zoey replied while setting down her brief case. Call me Lisa the rotund woman answered while ushering Zoey into the large well appointed living room please have a seat. Zoey picked out a large plush easy chair and plopped herself down while Lisa did the same on the long sofa. I was a little reluctant to call your company Lisa began but it s gotten to the point where I just need some help Zoey smiled her radiant smile and replied gently Well it s good that you called us that s what we re here for How long have you been with the company? Lisa asked.

I m a senior at State U. Zoey replied this is just a summer job but I certainly enjoy it so what do you say we get down to business. So what exactly is it you want me to do? Zoey asked softly. Well uh you see it s like this Lisa stammered. My husband is a very busy man and since I became pregnant... Since you became pregnant Zoey interjected he s become shall we say less attentive to your needs. That s exactly right a grateful Lisa replied. Do you think you can help me? Of course I can the young woman replied that s what I m here for so if you don t mind I d like you to remove all of your clothing Y-you mean right here? Lisa asked nervously. Why not? Zoey asked. Are you expecting someone else? Er no a red faced Lisa replied I guess not. Okay then let s get started Zoey ordered. Lisa struggled to her feet and began removing her clothing. When she was finally naked she revealed a pair of huge breasts that rested on her distended belly which in turn hung over a crotch full of fiery red pubic hair. Zoey crossed the room and ran her delicate hands all over Lisa s lush body taking extra time to examine her huge boobs. Right away Zoey could see that the first thing that needed to be done was to ease the pressure in Lisa s incredibly engorged breasts via the use of a breast pump. Please sit down Zoey said while fishing the pump out of her bag this should make you feel better right away After the hoses where firmly attached to Lisa s turgid nipples Zoey flipped on the pump. Almost instantly the milk began surging through the hoses and into the collection bottle. Oh my Lisa sighed that feels so nice you can t believe how heavy they feel. Zoey sat down on the couch next to Lisa and while gently caressing her round tummy asked How may months are you along now? Ohhhhhh about seven and a half the overly ripe woman replied. You look very beautiful Zoey commented. When s the last time you and your husband made love? Over two months ago Lisa replied sadly while tears welled up in her eyes I don t think he loves me anymore I m sure that the pregnancy has thrown him off his game Zoey replied now just relax and let Zoey take care of everything With the pump humming softly in the back ground Zoey reached into her bag of tricks and produced a short but very thick dildo that had a small vibrator hidden inside. Now I m going to help you get rid of all that pent up tension Zoey whispered while gently pushing the red head s thighs apart and I think this will do the trick. She carefully spread the hairy mound apart and slowly worked the fat head inside of the now drooling organ. O-oh goodness gracious Lisa moaned. That feels just wonderful please don t stop more more Zoey always used a short dildo in the cases where pregnant women were involved but it was the diameter that usually got them going as it was at least two and a half inches thick With about four inches of rubber cock stuck in Lisa s pussy Zoey caressed her cheek and whispered Now how does this feel? At that moment Zoey turned on the mini vibe sending poor Lisa s pussy pin wheeling completely out of control Lisa automatically arched her back and shoved her fat cunt forward as a tidal wave of orgasms build deep in the pit of her stomach So that feels good huh? Zoey asked softly. Lisa was barely coherent but she managed to nod her head in the affirmative as a small river of drool ran out of the corner of her mouth Zoey continued to push the thick little invader in and out of Lisa s pussy and just as the passion was building to a crescendo pitch Zoey whispered into the panting woman s ear Do you remember the day you got pregnant? With her head spinning like a top the poor woman could hardly comprehend a thing Zoey was saying and stammered W-what did you say? ? I just ask if you could remember the time when you hubby made you pregnant? Lisa made and audible gulp as the suction on her nipples and the humming in her pussy drove her ever so close to the edge but after giving it a moment s thought replied Y-essssss I remember it was after a party Dan took me right inside of the entry way we never even made it to the bedroom Zoey gave the dildo a couple of quick thrusts before continuing on Did you cum hard I mean when he stuck his cock into your pussy did you have a big one ? Oh yes she gasped h-he came in my mouth first though and then after just a minute or two he leaned me face first against the wall and fucked me doggy style Is he hung? Zoey asked. Does he have a nice big cock ? God you should see it Lisa panted he s eight inches long and thick as my wrist he makes me cum so fucking hard Do you love his pecker? Zoey asked. O-oh yesssss I just love his big cock it makes me feel like such a pussy Lisa stammered. Lisa was now so close to orgasm she could almost taste it Zoey sensing that this was it flicked the little vibe to the high setting and watched in wonder as the pregnant woman s eyes nearly popped out of her head while a devastating climax literally shredded her poor pussy into confetti Lisa was so shell shocked that she was unable to move even a muscle Zoey turned off the breast pump and detached the suction cups from puffy nipples and then carefully removed the fat dildo from the red haired cunt Thank you so much Lisa managed to mumble softly y-you don t know how much I need that I think I do Zoey said with a smile after putting everything back into her bag. Shall I put you down for the same time next week? ? With her pussy still gaping wide open Lisa sighed Same time same channel

Sex stories - The Class Lesbian experience story

Susan and Heather Susan and HeatherErotic Story Submitted Lesbian experience story - Susan and Heather had been best friends since the first day of high school. Four years later they crammed for finals as they had always done late night study sessions that found one or the other sharing the same bed as it became too late to head home. A water main break at the school had given them an unexpected day off and both were more than happy to sleep in as everyone else in Heather s family left for their respective schools and jobs.Heather woke up first. She lightly rubbed her eyes as she watched her friend sleep. Susan s nightshirt had crept above her waist and as she lay still Heather fixed her eyes on the cotton print panties that Susan was wearing. They seemed to be a little tight and she could clearly make out the outline of her friends crotch. She wasn t sure why she was getting a strange feeling looking at another girl. It was the same feeling she got just before she played with herself.As she looked at Susan she placed a hand in her own panties and started to massage her little bud. This had always brought her pleasure but this would be the first time she had done it when she wasn t alone. As she circled her clit with her finger she admired her friends body. Susan was very cute; short red hair bright green eyes. Heather wondered if ...

Susan ever played with herself like she was doing now. They had talked about lots of intimate things but never that.Soon an overwhelming urge came upon Heather to touch her friend on that special spot. Even though she didn t know how Susan would react she felt compelled to take the chance. Pretending to be asleep so she could claim it wasn t intentional Heather allowed her hand to come to rest on the mattress next to Susan s crotch. After it had been there a minute without any adverse consequences she allowed it to brush against her cotton panties. Little by little she became braver sure that Susan wouldn t wake up screaming or worse.Susan had lay awake one eyes barely opened concealed by her hair. She watched as Heather with her hand in her panties had played with herself. She was relieved to know that she wasn t the only girl that did that maybe it wasn t so bad after all. She found herself wishing Heather had actually lowered her pajamas before doing it so that she could ve had a better view of what she was doing.When Heather had suddenly stopped masturbating Susan was afraid that maybe she had sensed that she was awake and Susan had closed her eyes tightly. But when she felt Heather s hand make contact between her legs she knew that hadn t been the case. A little shiver of excitement trickled through Susan s body as that first touch was felt. That was the first time anyone had ever touched her there. She wasn t expecting it from another girl but right now that really didn t matter. She was excited from watching Heather and that overcame any sense of wrong doing. Besides she could just lay there and pretend to be asleep and see what happened.Heather s touch was very light and casual in the beginning. But as time went on and Susan didn t awaken and protest her touch got more aggressive and deliberate. She had already caused a wet spot to appear on Susan s panties and now she was so excited that she didn t care if Susan now woke up. Bravely with one hand she lifted up the waistband of Susan s panties and held them up while she slid the other hand beneath them. She brushed her hand over the soft tiny patch of sprouting pubic hair and found her friends moist hole with one finger. After slightly inserting it she commenced a circular motion around the girl s clit with her thumb.Susan was sure she couldn t pretend to be asleep much longer. The tingles of electricity that she had felt now turned to bolts of electricity as Heather s finger toyed at the entrance to her cunt. Slowly instinctively she began to rotate her hips in a circular motion in response to Heather s continuing massage of her clit. Sensing that her pretending to be asleep now served no purpose except to diminish her enjoyment of this new experience Susan opened her eyes smiled at Heather and said softly Umm...that really feels good. I m glad you like it. I wasn t sure you would. I don t know why I started doing it but I just wanted to.