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This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.
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WARNING: If lesbian sex upset you - find something else to read. Some of my stories are/will be way, way over the top.
------------------------------------------------------- Story 1. "Initiating Her Pets" Story 2. "Lost Inside Lisa's Twat" This is story 3 (dedicated to the girls up in Darwin :-P). -------------------------------------------------------
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LESBIAN DAY AT THE BEACH Teacher and student lovers' discovery at the beach
"Let's take a holiday this weekend and go to the beach!" Monica declared. Candice, the little vamp that she was, jumped into Monica's arms with her feet wrapped around her waist in glee.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" the diminutive girl exclaimed, and locked the woman in an intimate embrace. Their tongues intertwined as Monica grasp the suspended girl's ass holding her close to her.
In Darwin, Australia, lesbians were not totally uncommon, and it wasn't easy to find one's soul mate with just the internet or personal websites. Nevertheless, Monica was Candice's lover; She was not her mother or sister, or a friend of the family. Monica was Candice's teacher. Candice had always had a crush on Monica since her 7th year in primary school. Monica had just started teaching that year at 22 and the two had hit it off together ever since. Monica transferred to secondary school at the same time the girl graduated. Although Candice made plain her love and admiration for her teacher, Monica refused the girl's advances until her 18th birthday.
Monica, at 26, had dark hair cut attractively above her shoulders. She had blue eyes and athletic figure. Breasts were Candice's favorite part of her 5'10" lover's body as she often times stroked, kissed, tongued, rubbed, and slept holding and nursing Monica's large, pert tits. The girl especially loved her thick, turgid nipples and would play-suck her woman's flesh for hours at a time hoping one day to gain some nourishment.
Candice was 5'4", impish compared to her lover. At 18, she still easily passed for younger as her bleach blonde, brown eyes and pale skin with light freckles portrayed a youthful appearance. She was physically mature for her age, and pursued by many in school, but she had decided at a tender young age that Monica was the one she wanted to be with all her life.
It was probably Candice's want for a mother figure that coaxed her thinking toward girl-love. Abandoned by their father, the girl's mother, Emily, raised her fleetingly. Her mom really didn't want a child, but felt having Candice in her home was better than what the local orphanages offered. So she housed and feed the girl, but that was about all. Monica realized this earlier and understood why Candice latched onto her when she was so young. The teacher despised the girl's mother for her indifference in her daughter life.
On Candice's 18th birthday, a Friday, Emily didn't come home after work as she so often stayed out with her friends at the local taverns. She had forgotten many of the girl's birthdays in the past so this day was no different. When Emily did came home this night, she'd heard a moaning coming from upstairs and followed a line of discarded clothing on the stairs and in the hallway leading to Candice's bedroom.
The sounds were not her daughter's but that of someone else. She slowly opened the girl's bedroom door and was shocked at the sexual display in front of her: Candice was naked, with her back to the door, prone with her head buried in a mature woman's pussy.
Monica looked up at Candice's mother and glared at her as if daring her to say anything. And what could Emily say? She hadn't done anything really in her daughter's past to change anything. Why start now. So she just stood there transfixed, feeling a tinge of helplessness and shame at her daughter's lust for contact and touch. Still looking directly at Emily, Monica rubbed her tits with one hand, and placed the other on the top of Candice's head. "That's it, baby. Make me happy!'
Candice moaned something into Monica's vulva before realizing she couldn't be heard. Lifting her head slightly, "I love my birthday present" - pussy kiss - "I will eat this every night" - pussy kiss - "Oh thank you Monica!" – pussy kiss - "Thank you!" - pussy kiss -"Thank you!" - pussy kiss -"Thank you!" And Candice again was overwhelmed with desire and buried her face back into Monica's pelvis.
"That's my little girl," Monica teased with her eyes still focused on Candice's mother standing dumbstruck at the bedroom doorway. She stroked the girl's hair. "You can have my pussy anytime you want now that you're 18. I will love you and make you mine."
This seemed to spur Candice into a heightened enthusiasm to make Monica cum. She wrapped her arms around the woman's thighs and twisted and turned her face making for herself a female ejaculate mask: Forehead, closed eyes, cheeks, chin, nose, and mouth - Candice wanted Monica's scent all over her signaling to the world that this woman belonged to her alone. In turn, the teacher began writhing on the bed and the girl held on like a starving lamprey.
Suddenly, Emily woke from her trance and quickly departed the scene to her own bedroom closing the door. Before she left, Monica spied Emily's crotch and saw her arousal; Emily's pussy was pumping out liquid staining her red slacks.
The nasty scene of the girl's mother baring witness to Candice's sexual devotion played over a couple of times in Monica's brain before finally climaxing all over Candice. The girl reveled in Monica's flow, again smearing it up, down and around her face and golden locks. Monica quickly pulled the girl up to her and joyously kissed, licked and sucked the moisture from her little lover's face.
Meanwhile, Emily sat on the edge of her bed listening to her daughter's coupling. Soon more sounds of lesbian sex penetrated though the walls - now the cries of her daughter's sexual needs could be heard – and Emily laid down on her bed and she slowly rubbed herself to sleep.
In the morning, Emily went downstairs for her morning coffee to find Candice eating her breakfast, wearing only a t-shirt, bent over the kitchen table. Monica was on her knees with her face planted in the young girl's ass.
"Oh, hi mom," Candice said nonchalantly.
"M... mor... morning," Emily stammered; the shock of the sudden carnal scene hit the older woman like a cold shower making her visible shake. Trying direct her eyes away, Candice's mother made her coffee. Then, after a quick mental adjustment, she sat at the table across from her daughter and drank her morning coffee while coyly observing Monica toss her daughter's salad.
When Emily came home after running a few errands that afternoon, there in the living room watching TV, Monica and Candice sat. But upon closer observation, she realized Candice was nursing on one of Monica's tits while the teacher had a hand inside the front of her daughter's shorts between her splayed legs. This time, Candice ignored her mother's entrance, and pushed her head further inside her lover's blouse enjoying the pussy massage and treating Monica's nipple like a swerve-ball punching bag along with an occasional slurp and nipple tug. Watching Candice's mother, Monica waited until Emily registered the scene before she slowly removed her sticky fingers from the girl's pussy and put them in her mouth, sucking clean each of her fingers of the girl's pussy goo before reaching back inside the girl's waistband for more.
Emily unconsciously gave her crotch a couple of rubs before going into the kitchen. She's even indifferent to her own sexuality, Monica thought while licking more of the girl's discharge from her fingers.
Later in the afternoon, Emily was making herself ready to go out, and on her way she went through the kitchen stopping at the sink. Through the window, on the back porch, she witnessed Candice and Monica sitting on the porch-swing gently kissing. Monica tenderly stroked her daughter's arm as Candice massaged the woman's legs. Their lips would brush against each other; tongues would flit tip to tip, hands would rise and rest on shoulders until inevitably their mouths would join as one firm connection between the two lovers locked in a partnership Emily could not fathom. Realizing she was stroking her crotch with her hand, Emily stepped away from the window. Perhaps my daughter has found something I couldn't give her, she thought.
That night when Emily returned home, Candice had already moved out.
Monica and Candice drove down Stuart Hwy in the teacher's SUV. Candice wore her favorite two piece bathing suit, yellow with purple polka dots and one of Monica's t-shirts with the teacher's alma mater emboldened on it; the girl's hair was tied in pigtails. Monica surmised her partner fixation on sometimes acting younger than she was as a manifestation of her mother's lack of intimacy.
Why else would Monica be lactating? Shortly after Candice moved in with her, the girl began nursing on her tits frequently. Several times a day Candice would beg her hold her and hug her which often progress with the girl kissing and sucking on the tops of her breasts until eventually having her lips envelop her nipples. Once at that point, Monica would have a hard time disengaging the girl from her chest.
And why would she? Though sometimes it would get awkward. Candice would drop by unannounced at school where Monica worked to have lunch with the teacher. That usually meant they would end up in the rest room or in Monica's SUV where the girl could hold her and nurse. The hard part was keeping her students from noticing her protruding nipples and slightly disheveled appearance upon returning to the classroom.
Monica felt loved and closer to girl than anyone she'd ever been with before, male or female. They were in a healthy, stable relationship that had promise of lasting forever. The girl's tenderness when suckling only made Monica want to hold her and protect her the more. She started producing milk a couple of months later.
Now they were a nursing couple and there was nothing wrong with that, Monica thought. Let my lover act out her needs as a child or an adult any way she wants. She will always be an intimate part of me and I will nourish her.
Monica continued onto Daly Street. It was a warm day and they had the windows down to smell the fresh salty ocean air. She too wore a two piece bathing suit in aqua marine. At the first stop light, Candice couldn't contain herself. She quickly reached over and lifted the bottom of Monica's top over her right tit. Instantly, the girl latched onto the protruding nipple, sucking part of the woman's breast inside her mouth while feeding herself.
"Whoa..! You must be hungry baby girl!" Monica gasped.
"Mm-hmmm", Candice nodded.
The older woman put an arm around the girl's shoulder, kissing her on the forehead. After about a 30 seconds, the light had changed green, and Candice had to release the fleshy mammillary.
"Soon, hon. Wait until we're on the ferry. OK?"
The girl licked the remaining drops of milk from her lips and chin, and nodded; Her lover slowly took the edge of her bathing suit top and pulled it over her exposed chest.
They reached the Cullen Bay Marina a few minutes later and maneuvered to the ferry dock. Car ferry service was new to Darwin, and Monica was grateful she didn't have to rent another vehicle over at Charles Point at the Mandorah docks. Following the dock workers directions, Monica coaxed her heavier vehicle to the middle of the SeaCat ferry with the other larger vehicles as the lighter cars moved onto the slightly inclined outer edge.
Monica tilted the steering up and adjusted her seat. Candice scooted over the console and into the teacher's lap just as a car pulled alongside the SUV on Monica's side. Only the passenger side of the car could see at a slight angle into the SUV because of the incline tilt of the ferry floor. Candice faced Monica and they started their kissing ritual. Staring in each other in eyes, they inched their faces closer until their noses met. Monica tenderly glided her nose over the valleys and recesses of the girl's relaxed face, as did Candice to Monica's – they worked together softly tracing the other's features. Each knew the others scent as their facial oils mixed harmoniously. They were in no hurry: The ferry ride took about 20 minutes and the girls took their time.
In the car next to them a women in her early twenties stared out the open window. Her brother had left to get coffee, but he really wanted out of the car to maybe meet some girls up on the top deck. Bored, she scanned the parked vehicles around as she sensed the ferry departing the dock. Hearing someone sigh, she turned to her right. There, slightly ahead of her, she spied Monica and Candice cuddling.
It took her a second to realize what she was seeing at first, then felt revulsion and quickly looked away. Two girls together, holding each other like that was gross, she thought. The woman was reminded of when her best friend a few months back tried to get into her pants. But that just freaked her out and they got into a fight. They've since grown apart. I miss her as a friend though, she reflected.
In the SUV, the lovers lightly kissed and gently rubbed their lips back and forth over each other. Monica caressed the girl's ear massaging it erotically. Candice held the palm of one hand against Monica's chest with her index finger circling the hollow of her neck, as her other hand cupped the woman's breast. She then opened her mouth slightly and brushed Monica's mouth. Monica sighed again parting her lips enough to let the girl enter her opening like a key sliding into a warm, moist lock. When Candice turned the key, the woman's mouth opened accepting the young girl's inspection of her oral treasure.
Back in the car, the woman heard Monica moan once more and she couldn't help but turn her eyes toward the forbidden scene. The two women appeared like statues forever fastened together. The woman suddenly felt a twinge of envy. As awful as she though it was – two women showing their affection for each other – she couldn't help but wonder if their closeness and intimacy would ever be something she could achieve with a partner of her own. She began to reflect on her friend again and she widened her legs slightly resting her hands on her thighs.
The girls in the truck were deeply engaged. Monica's tongue thrust in and around the girl's mouth. They traded duties and each took turns sucking on the other's tongue. Lips mashed together, breathing sometimes in small snorts and gasps, the teacher and her little student were in love.
From the car, the woman could see this, and yearned for it. Love: To be completely oblivious to your surroundings only caring about your lover in front of you. The woman slid a hand into the front of her pants and inside her panties, and realized she was wet. After looking around the perimeter of the car, she then began stroking her pussy, and felt ashamed for doing so. But she couldn't help herself. She raised her head once more and glued her eyes to the women's embrace.
Candice couldn't wait any longer. Still locked together, she untied Monica's bikini top at the nape of her neck. She then split from her teacher's lips to concentrate on untying the knot. That was when she noticed the woman in the car staring at them. Candice smiled at her.
Free at last! Monica let her head back onto the headrest. The pig-tailed girl lifted the teacher's heavy breast closest the window and pulled on the nipple in an almost grotesque fashion with her fingers – almost extending the mammillary out the window.
The woman in the car couldn't believe what she was watching. Was that the girl's partner's tit she was pulling on? There was some liquid, she spied. White... Oh my god, she thought! It's breast milk! The woman caught her breath as her masturbation rolled her over a soft peak. When she could focus again, the girl in the window was eating her lover's milk.
Candice enveloped Monica's tit, at first sucking in as much of her lover's flesh into her mouth as she could, then slowly withdrawing, scraping her teeth along the breast leaving her mouth, all the way down until finally reaching the large nipple now streaming female buttermilk down her throat. Candice would grunt loudly taking large swallows of Monica's tit secretions.
Candice would then milk the bosom again for another hit.
Now and again, the pigtailed girl would release the teacher's breast and playfully create strings of thick white spittle connecting her mouth to the woman's utter before finally dedicating her focus on the nipple.
With both hands, the imp gently grasped the large tit. At first she batted the nipple with her tongue, and then lightly bit into it beginning a pretend struggle as if wrestling the nubbin into submission before she would try to suck it away as if to say "You're coming with me!"
Back and forth the girl went attacking and - the woman in the car realized - making sweet love to her partner's breast. Oh, the thought of this made the car woman squirt a little girlie juice in her hand; the crotch of her jeans turned a dark blue. She thought of her best friend again. What if she had let her friend touch her? What if she gave in just that once and let Cindy have her way with her. Just once? What kind of life would she be leading today? She certainly wouldn't be alone in a car on a ferry to Perth with no prospects taking handouts from her brother trying to raise a family of his own...
Candice settled down, eyes closed and began to nurse. Quietly, gently, baby-like, the young lover fed on her surrogate's teat.
The woman watched the girl intently, longingly. She slipped her other hand under her bra-less shirt and pulled on her erect nipples. Then in a flash, the little blonde girl opened her eyes and looked directly at her: Candice winked knowingly. This sent the woman over the edge. Behind gritted teeth and stiffening body, the woman in the car spewed her orgasm all over her hand inside her panties.
Candice had since closed her eyes again but the woman watched intently as she continued to slip her hand up and down her crack massaging her cum into her pubes, ass crack and vaginal canal. The pulling on her nipples subsided into caresses. Relaxed, she began to imagine her Cindy cleaning her with her tongue, or gently sucking on her tit. I should call her, she thought.
Monica nodded off while Candice fed. As the ferry approached the Mandorah dock, the boat's whistle tooted stirring the young lovers. Gathering their senses, they readied themselves.
The woman in the car pulled her hand out of her pants and began straightening her clothes. Then she pulled a sweater from the back seat and placed it over her soaking wet crotch. Her brother came back to the car, and looked at his sister wearily as she just stared out the window lost in thought.
Then she turned to him. "Did you get lucky?"
"Naw. But the sandwich was good." he said.
The ferry docked, the vehicles began to pile out, cars first.
"Something smells funny," he said.
"Could be the salty air," his sister said and returned to staring out her window. She raised her hand up by her face and kept her moist fingers over her lips and under her nose. I need to call her, she thought.
The two women drove down Charles Point Road toward the Cox Peninsula. It was a weekday, and not many people were around. Since departing the ferry, the road seemed deserted.
"This is going to be fun!" Monica said.
"How far do we have to go?" Candice looked out at the eucalyptus and lancewood trees sprouting out of the rich red ground; a warm wind blew in her face making her pig-tails dance.
"Just eight miles up the road, then we turn toward the ocean," Monica smiled.
After several miles, Candice got a little restless and popped open the glove box. She thumbed through the usual stuff, registration, maintenance guide, ownership manual, and a piece of plastic. Curious, she took the hand size object and realized it was an unused sticker as it still had the peel off pads keeping the object stiff. She turned it over: The sticker depicted two women holding hands walking toward the entrance of an enlarged vagina.
Intrigued, Candice held up the sexy ad. "Whats Lisa's Twat' about?"
Monica took her eyes off the road momentarily, and grinned ear to ear. "Oh, baby. I've got a whole world to show you!" With that, she slowed the truck and turned right. "We're almost there!"
They traveled two more curving miles before the trees cleared and the beach coalesced in front of them. The women were excited and laughed out loud.
"Woohoo!" Candice cried.
On the beach sand, Monica slowed down and turned East. They paralleled the beach a distance before she swung the SUV North facing the rushing waves and stopped.
"How about here?"
Unable to contain herself, Candice jumped out of the truck and ran toward the surf. A short ways out, a small wave came in and soaked her to the waste. Monica was suddenly there to help steady the girl wrapping an arm around her lover and guiding her back to the beach laughing and kissing.
They setup a canopy connecting a vibrant stripe colored cloth from the roof of the SUV to two poles. Candice laid out a blanket underneath as Monica pulled the cooler onto the truck tailgate. Before eating lunch, they removed their bikinis; the girls had long since made bare their private parts and the warm ocean breeze chilled the exposed hairless, but moist skin. While eating lunch, both women enjoyed the view, naked.
The beach ran roughly 300 feet from shore to the forest line. No one, nothing manmade could be seen in either direction. The ocean was like a shimmering transparent blue gem. The tan sands were soft but hot. It was a perfect place for the lovers to relax and get intimate.
Both women sat on the blanket and finished eating. Monica took a few deep breathes of the fresh ocean air, and then guided Candice onto her back. Lying next to the little girl, she ran her free hand over the pale skin. Candice closed her eyes and enjoyed Monica's gentle caresses.
The teacher's fingers lightly skated down Candice's sternum and circled back up to her C-size breasts and drew tight circles around each areola before closing on the nipple giving it a little tug. Candice would giggle and her tit flesh would rise in goose bumps.
After a few minutes, the roaming fingers then glided down to and around the girl's navel before making a beeline to the very top of her bare pussy. Then the older woman's fingers swarmed together to form a cupped hand that fit over youth's vagina like a soft blanket. As Monica began to press down on Candice's pussy lips, she watched her lover's breathing increase. The blonde's chest rose and fell; her tits seeming to get larger, her erect nipples more pointed.
Not being able to hold back any longer, Monica leaned over and engulfed one of Candice's tits as she massaged the girl's vulva all the way to her anus and back again. For several minutes the two held this pose as sounds of sucking and moaning mixed with the sounds on the ocean waves crashing on the shore. The teacher loved how her little girl's nipples were half and inch long. She would nudge them with her lips, nose, and cheeks to watch them spring back to attention exciting Monica to no end. Her own pussy would gel with everything she did to her lover. Drawing the supple chest organ into her mouth and releasing it generated an enticing jiggle revealing the girl's youth and body tone. Monica just wanted to swallow and yet continue to suck on the two treasures.
After a time, Monica broke off her oral-breast playfulness; she sat up, and came around in front of her partner's feet. Watching her girl with a coy look, she lifted each foot and massaging them while sucking on the girl's toes, watching – always watching – her partners joyous reactions. Moving her hands further, the Monica massaged Candice's pale skinned calves and knees, kissing and sucking on her flesh as if it were covered in honey.
Candice enjoyed her former teacher methodically devour her. Her pussy tingled with anticipation as the larger woman squeezed and rubbed her thighs, loosening her muscles.
Looking at her pig-tail girl, Monica descended into the girl's open legs and her tongue began its smooth, steady rhythmic licking toward Candice's center. Up and down her cleft: from clit to anus and back again, the brunette kept her softened tongue on course until finally settling in its cherished home, in the warmth and tight hole of Candice's vaginal canal. Monica hummed with her upper lip against the girl's clit. Candice was floated into an even higher euphoric bliss.
"You like the work your teacher is doing for you, little girl?" Monica teased.
"Oh, Yessssssss..." Candice cooed as her lover's tongue replaced itself momentarily.
"You want teacher to make everything alright?"
"Ooo... oh, mmmmm... yessss..."
The tongue plunged in and out again.
"Teacher likes eating your pussy. You must be a badddd girlllll,"
"...b...bad...gir.. l..."
Candice was on the edge and Monica knew her precious well. She tactfully repositioned her tongue from the girl's fuck hole back to her clit and introduced her index finger to the undulating opening. The girl's virgin cervix invited the finger inside her willingly. Both women were moaning; the larger woman's vibrating mouth only drove the eighteen year old to the wall. Monica wrapped her arms around the girl's thighs, her palms gripping Candice's hips.
Candice placed one hand on the older woman's crown and grasped her breast with the other, squeezing it; milking it as if she could make it spurt cum out of her nipple. Monica pictured that image and drove her face, lips and tongue all over the girl's pussy in ecstasy.
That was all the girl needed and cried out her orgasm. Her legs and pelvis shook with staccato tremors as if trying to spew Monica out of her with here cum. But the girl's lover held her hips firmly not allowing the youth to shake her off and continued her facial barrage forcing Candice to remain a little longer on that wall and continue her explosion.
The girl's hips jumped in the air as a larger burst of female fluids broke free over Monica's face and lips, and into her mouth. The smaller transforming into a larger orgasmic frenzy lasted only a short time and the women collapsed.
Candice folded her arms, then slowly pulled them apart resting her palms on each breast rubbing them, then folded her arms again. She repeated this process several times as Monica remained plugged into the girl's snatch.
After swallowing several gulps of the pig-tailed blonde's orgasmic profusions, the older woman settle in mopping up what was left of the girl's delicious essence. Her love for the beautiful girl made her smile watching the girlie juice weeping from Candice's clit and canal, and she lapped the secretions into her mouth and over her teeth. Not to let any escape, the teacher also swept her tongue into Candice's asshole, enjoying the second orifice she passed over during her initial feeding.
"Next time, my little star. I will love you like your cousin on top," Monica promised. And with that she stabbed her tongue into the girl's bowels for just a second before returning to her work above the anus.
It was only now Candice could hear the rhythmic crashing of the ocean waves. She was reminded where she was, on a secluded beach, under a bright canopy. She breathed in deeply. The smell of the salty air filled her lungs with the wonderful outdoors. All the while her open pussy was being treated and massaged by her lover. Gathering her strength, the girl raised her head to watch Monica orally clean her.
"You really like eating that, don't you," the girl purred.
"Oh, how I love you!" Monica said poking around for more caches of pussy-liquid gold, but could find none. She gave the open pussy a couple more smacks with her lips and then pulled herself up and over her. "My god, those nipples!" she thought, and she dipped her head for another quick round of nipple-boxing ending with a sucking vanquish in both of the girl's tit arenas.
Monica wrenched her gaze from the nipple battlefield to look in her lover's eyes. "How I love you very much!" she said.
They embraced.
Rolling Candice's lower lip between hers, Monica could feel the girl's nipples jab into the top of her breasts. Candice breathed in the smell of pussy on her lover's face and started to lick portions of Monica's coated skin. "I love you," she said.
Monica basked in the girl's facial worship. "I love you too..."
"I wish you could fuck me," Candice said regretfully.
Monica pulled her head back a little and looked the girl in the eye.
"I'm going to tell you a secret my love," she paused, keeping direct eye contact, and brought her lips lightly on top of Candice's lips. "I'm saving you for when we get married." she whispered.
Candice's eyes widened, and both women grins were so wide, their front teeth briefly touched. Suddenly, the girl's arms wrapped around Monica holding her tightly and buried her tongue inside the woman's mouth. Then moving her arms higher, the girl held the sides of her lover's head, holding her connected to her. Still on top, Monica played with her imp's ears using her finger tips.
"Really? Really!" Candice intoned.
"Yes. Really!" Monica laughed.
And Candice latched onto Monica's lower lip and sucked it. Monica pulled in her partner's upper lip in response before they both opened their mouths wider. This time the girls rolled back in forth, legs intertwined arms circling each other, each held the others head as if each were trying to get even closer to the other if that were possible.
"When? When, when, when!"
"We have plenty of time, my love. Let's talk about it when we get home. OK?"
Candice nodded and then tightly hugged the older woman sinking her chin over Monica's shoulder.
Several minutes later, both women relaxed, then jumped up and ran holding hands for the ocean laughing. An incoming wave broke them apart and they went under. Standing, Candice couldn't help but lust after her partners stunning figure. Monica's wet, glistening body reminded her of a naked professional swim suit model. In turn, Candice's figure had Monica remembering a time when she was younger and outdoors with her girlfriends teaching each other how to girl-love.
The two leaped into each other's arms and steadied themselves against the push and pull of the Timor Sea. The lovers began exploring each other: fondling hands grabbing ass and tits as their heads joined at the mouth again. Soon, they were playing as young girls in love do; one wrestling the other, diving under water and pulling the other down, feeling the sand run through their toes, sitting on the water's edge and letting the waves crash into their reposed bodies with water and sand running up and over their sensitive flesh eventually getting them horny again.
Running back to the SUV, Monica tackled her lover onto the blanket jamming her thigh between Candice's legs and fixing her mouth on the girl's delectable, pointy nipples once more. Candice held the woman's head to her chest, kissing her forehead. Several minutes pass, and then the girl turned the tables positioning Monica above her on all fours and positioning the woman's large breasts to her hungry mouth.
"Ah! Mine at last!" she declared before orally clasping Monica's left nipple. After minutes of suckling, Candice let the nipple go, turned her head and burped. Both women giggled. Monica then went onto her back and cradled Candice now attached to her other breast. The ocean panorama, having a full belly and playing in the sun lulled the women into deep sleep. For a little time while they were napping, Candice's sucking mouth continued drawing milk into her mouth and down her throat reflexively until finally even that stopped and Candice's mouth relaxed open – a large bead of milk hug balanced between Monica's erect nipple and Candice's lower lip.
An hour later, Candice stirred and slowly woke up to the sound of a distant animal grunting. Then it was gone. She carefully dis-entangled herself from her lover and lifted herself off the blanket. Monica was on her back still asleep. Then the sound came again and Candice realized what it was. She bent over and put her ear to her lover's belly. The noise bubble up again and the girl kissed Monica's stomach.
She thought about the lunch inside the older woman covered and mixing with the girl's cum. She smiled to herself: a part of her really was inside her lover's body and the woman was drawing nutrients and energy from it. Then her mind shifted to the very milk she was feasting on earlier and was comforted by the thought that she too was gathering sustenance from her lover. Monica was inside her, coursing through blood vessels and brain. She put a hand to her own tummy as she listened to Monica's.
Then she had to go. The girl got up and walked around the truck to pee. Coming back, she put her hands on her hips and took measure of the surroundings.
She felt truly blessed to be with the woman of her dreams. She thought about being a gold star lesbian and was proud. She would never change for anyone. She loved pussy! She loved how a woman's ass would jiggle when they walkws away from her. She loved tits! Especially tits with milk, she thought, stoking her sex. And soon, I will be married to a woman. The idea of it made her body tremble and nipples taut.
Candice turned toward Monica's sleeping body and started playing with herself pulling a little on her clit. Shaking her head, she stopped playing with herself and licked her fingers as she went under the canopy. Kneeling down at Monica's feet, the girl ever so gently spaced each foot away from the woman's body, bending her knees and opening her lover.
Monica didn't stir; her steady rhythmic breathing said she was still sleeping. Candice crawled up between the woman's tan legs and gently rested her head on the teacher's thigh facing her hairless pussy. She reached up with her fingers and tenderly inspected her lover's pelvis.
Monica's pussy was larger than her own and her inner labia and clitoris extend beyond her outer labia. Instead of the closed doorway her own vagina presented, Monica's was busting out the door begging to be eaten. Being a lesbian rookie, Candice wondered if her lover sucked on her lower lips long and often enough if her anatomy would grow large enough to be bursting out also.
The young woman delicately pulled the older woman's inner labia out, extending it full length, and her mouth began to water. She then rested a finger on top of the clitoris and lightly stroked it while keeping a brief eye on Monica to make sure she was still asleep. The girl put most of her attention on the woman's pussy as it slowly became wet. The smell of pussy began to grow stronger. When her lover's clit hardened, Candice stopped her ministrations.
Cautiously, she brought her head up to her lover's pussy taking one side of the outer labia in her mouth and rolled it over, and up and down in her lips. Candice could taste immediately Monica's arousal. She fought the urge to jump on the older woman's clit. Instead, she lowered her head slightly to lick the perineum bridging the space between Monica's anus and love tunnel, and lightly sucked on it.
Daintily dragging her softened tongue back up to her lover's labia once more, she hooked her lips on one side of Monica's cunt and pulled them away exposing the woman's entrance. The girl inserted the tip of her finger gently into her partner's hole; it disappearing millimeter by millimeter into the warm, wet love tunnel. She slid it in and out very gently a couple of times before adding a second digit. After a few tender strokes, Monica's pussy made a sucking sound asking for more. Candice released the labia from her mouth and looked up to see Monica beginning to stir. When she added a third finger, the woman's hips began to rock back and forth.
"...more..." the older woman moaned.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you..."
"More," Monica assured her and smiled.
Candice added the last finger and continued pumping all four fingers. Monica rose up on her elbows. "Go ahead," she said watching the girl. "Put it all in me!"
For a brief second, Candice didn't understand, but then quickly realized what Monica was asking of her. Looking at her hand, the girl folded her thumb into her palm, and eased her entire hand against the woman's opening.
"It's OK, baby. You can do it..." Monica encouraged. "It'll go in..."
With each stroke, Candice's hand went deeper. She watched Monica's face for any hints of pain or warning so she would know to back off.
Then...
...suddenly...
... her hand disappeared.
"Oohh yes! Oh baby, I love you!" Monica purred as the young woman tried to get in better position to piston her lover's cooch. "OK, baby. Back and forth... yes... that's it... now make a fist honey so you have more room to move..."
Candice contracted her hand into a fist and pumped her arm into Monica rhythmically. The older woman felt so full and she loved it! The girl could feel the woman's entrance squeeze her wrist. Inside her lover, Candice's slick hand was loosely closed, and rubbing against the roughness of Monica's G-spot sending electricity straight to the woman's brain.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" the woman kept repeating thrusting her body in time against the blonde pig-tailed girl's arm. And Candice was getting excited too. They had never done something like this before. She rubbed her pussy against Monica's flexing toes and she put her head on the woman's thigh, and kissed and sucked her skin while gliding her forearm back and forth.
Suddenly, Monica's stomach tightened and convulse. Her face was scrunched and her hips lifted off the blanket. Everything froze. Candice held on biting into the woman's leg, her pussy fixed on her partner's foot.
"AAaaahhhhhh!"
The little girl could feel the inside of her open fist fill with girl goo. The woman's clit began to spray her cum/urine into the air and Candice had to be quick to slam her mouth over the erupting geyser, locking it down; Monica's well was capped and the girl drank.
The woman's hips dropped, then jumped up again. Then dropped. Then sprang up again. As Candice held on, her arm would go a little further in when Monica dropped, and a little further out when she rose. This went on a couple of more times until finally, exhausted and numb, Monica dropped her pelvis and collapsed. Candice continued eating, cleaning and gulping obscenely.
Her hand still inside her lover, Candice didn't finish there. She lifted Monica's foot and sucked clean her pussy juice from the woman's toes. When the girl was finished, Monica finally had the energy to raise herself up again on her elbows. She watched as Candice returned her focus on her hand inside of the woman.
The girl slowly and gently pulled her appendage out of Monica's center and the girl scrutinized the woman's orifice for any leakage. When she found some, the girl eagerly ate it.
Once Candice's hand became free, she lifted it to her mouth and fed on some of the larger deposits of her lover's vagina passion. Then she rubbed the rest all over her face like lotion and then into her hair.
Monica beckoned her. The girl dropped on top of her and the women began a long and loving make out session.
As the day continued, they couple played in the ocean, ate more food and fondled each other.
"Let's go for a walk before we go," Monica suggested.
"OK," Candice responded, then rubbing her belly she added, "I need to make some room in my tummy for some more of you in here."
Monica gave the girl a peck on the lips and, holding hands, they went on their stroll.
A little distance away, Candice though she saw something ahead.
"What is that?" she said.
"A log, maybe?" Monica responded.
"Maybe..." Candice squinted.
The women watched the object resting on the beach with the waves lapping on one end. But as they got closer, they realized something was very wrong and they ran toward the dark figure. Kneeling down, the women were in shock.
It was a dark, thin Asian woman lying prone washed up on shore. She was practically naked; her clothes just tatters hanging off her body. She wasn't moving.
"Is she alive?" Candice didn't know what to do. Monica put her head to the unconscious woman's chest. "She's breathing!"
Then, judging the distance to the SUV, Monica made a decision. "We have to get her in some shade. We'll carry her to the truck," she said. Both women at first picked up the girl, by shoulders and feet. But that was too awkward for the distance. Then Monica put the dark girl on her shoulder and Candice helped brace her and they began their march toward the vehicle.
At the SUV, they collapsed under the canopy. On the blanket, Monica sat holding the woman in her lap and against her chest.
"What should we do?" Candice was worried.
"Well, we're too far from town to get help. It looks like she hasn't eaten for a long time."
"Should I get some food?"
"No, solid food could make things worse. She needs liquid to get her started. If this were a hospital, she'd get IVs. But we have the next best thing..."
"Can I help? Tell me what to do." Candice wanted to help.
"Yes, let's straighten her a little... her legs, yes... OK, let me cradle her head..."
Candice watched Monica positions the girl's head to her tit.
"Do you think she'll take it?" she asked.
"Well, I don't know... she's semi-conscious... if I can just get her to latch on..."
Monica took her nipple and rubbed it back and forth over the girl's lip. Nothing.
"Here, let me. " Candice took Monica's tit in one hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Beads of milk leaked into the crease of the dark woman's lips. Some must have drained into her mouth as she suddenly opened it wider. Monica introduced the nipple and the girl seemed to reflexively begin suckling.
"Thank you baby," Monica lifted her chin and rewarded the young woman with a kiss.
"It looks like she likes it," Candice watched the Asian feed from her partner's tit.
"She's just very hungry I think," Monica looked down at the woman attached to her. Her eyes were closed, but would flutter with her irises pointing to the top of her head. "She's cold I think. She's dehydrated. Why don't you give her a body massage and get her circulation going."
"With pleasure!" Candice started removing the tattered cloth from the brown women. "Where do you think she came from?"
"She looks Vietnamese to me... about, I don't know, 24, 25...?"
"Really, that old? She looks like a little girl..." Candice pulled on a band of cloth covering the girl's mid-section, and it just peeled off like a wet paper napkin.
"Well, she's smaller and shorter than you, but I can tell in her face, she's older."
Candice looked at the girl more closely. "Well, maybe..." she said as she placed herself between the unconscious woman's naked legs. The girl picked up a foot and held the leg up feeling her toes. "Yikes! She is cold."
Candice rubbed the dark skin. Up her legs to her crotch and back down to her feet, the girl repeated the process kneading and warming the foreign woman's extremities. Monica cradled the girl's head in one arm, but used her free hand to stroke her arms and hands. Candice gripped the girl's foot and massaged it, holding the toes to her breast. The cool dark appendage made her nipples tingle and harden.
"I don't know if this is working," the young woman said.
"What do you suggest?" Monica looked at her lover suspiciously.
"Well...," Candice held the foot to her tit with one hand as she leaned forward sliding her other hand up to the Asian woman's pussy, and twirled a finger in the unconscious girl's pubic hair. "We might be able to get her warm doing other things..."
"We?"
"Wellllll... I could do it!" And with that Candice wrapped herself around one of the girl's chill legs and started fidgeting around with the girl's cool pussy lips while staring at her partner. Monica made a quick nod of approval and then resumed her attention on feeding the woman while the youth fondled the comatose girl's vagina.
She's so dark, Candice thought. She parted the dark brown pussy lips and discover a sharp compliment of hot pink! So vibrant in color, the foreign vagina beckoned the young girl. Nervous, Candice bent her head and gave the twat a quick kiss. She looked more closely at the female sex to see if there was some reaction. None. So she tried again – this time the blonde opened her mouth some and swiped the pussy with her tongue.
The girl's body made the slightest of movements, like a tremor. I think this will work, she told herself. Candice switched to the girl's other cold leg. "I think this is going to work," she said out loud.
"I don't think she's had food for a while. But I think she's responding to you." Monica smiled in an encouraging manner. Candice grinned back at her, then dipped her head and planted her open mouth over the Asian girl's unguarded, yet inviting vaginal portal. Monica was getting wet. Between the dark woman nursing on her breast, and watching her partner explore another pussy made her feel both jealous and envious. The things Candice had yet to discover as a lesbian in hand with her reminded the older woman of earlier days in her homosexual life.
Candice's nose nuzzled against the top of the girl's pubis. She breathed the salty pubic hair into her nostrils. Lower down, she let her tongue drift around the Asian landscape inside the dome of her mouth. She inspected the small, thin labial folds. She tested the clit to see if it might grow. It responded feebly secreting a familiar, yet different female blend. Curious, the young lesbian coaxed more of the exotic fluid from the gland and couldn't help but hum her approval into the unconscious woman's sexual orifice.
All of a sudden, the dark woman's eyes shot open and her body jerked. Monica could see and feel her nursing lips pause. Candice kept her mouth planted on her prey unwilling to release her. The brown girl's body froze as her eyes fluttered trying to focus. Her brain attempted to understand her predicament.
She felt a warm body encased around her leg and something slithering and warm dancing against her pelvis. That scared her until she realized a woman's arms were holding her in a motherly way. Her Anglo features seemed reassuring to her. Her eyes trailed from the woman's eyes down to her chin, down her neck, her chest... and she suddenly became conscious that she had the white woman's breast in her mouth!
The Asian girl's surprise caused her to involuntarily suck what was halfway in her mouth and was shocked to feel liquid fill her mouth. She swallowed. Trying to raise an arm, the girl was simply too weak to move. She couldn't even pull her head away from Monica's tit. Still foggy, she couldn't fend for herself, but she wasn't in pain, nor did she sense danger.
The dark woman went limp. She didn't know what was happening to her sex, but she couldn't do anything about it. Besides, it made her feel good inside and whatever was going on down there made her feel alive.
Monica could tell the girl had acquiesced. She felt her tongue brush her nipple and her suckling continued. The trodden woman closed her eyes and focused on regaining her strength. Candice released her oral grip and playfully embarked on an intense inspection and re-inspection of the girl's genitalia, led by her nose and tongue.
Time passed slowly as the two Aussie women enjoyed their time comforting and exploring their new friend. The brown woman's decision to convalesce proved invaluable to her recovery. As she fed she came to realize her rescuers were "??ng tính n?" – lesbians. Considering her situation, she was accepting of their comfort and care.
The sun was well into its arc toward the horizon. The day began to cool.
"We have to go back if we want to catch the last ferry home," Monica pronounced, carefully detaching the brown girl from her teat.
"What do we do with her?" Candice helped turn the girl on her side as Monica got up, and continued to touch the foreign woman running her hands up and down her thigh, hip and ribcage.
"Well, I was thinking... if we leave her or turn her in to the authorities – things could turn out bad for her..." Candice looked up at her lover with a worried expression. "... Or, we could take her with us. Bring her home with us." Monica watched her partner suddenly come alive again.
"Yes! I think that's what we should do!" Candice agreed.
"We could put her in the spare bedroom and nurse her back to health. And when she is ready, we can decide then what she wants." Monica started to dress into her bikini and a pair of shorts.
"Yes! Yes! We should do that!" Candice was on her feet in an instant and began collecting things to put in the back of the SUV.
Monica folded the back seat down so their new roommate could lie down and be easily hidden in case someone got nosey. She lifted the brown girl into the back laying her on her side. After all was packed and loaded, Monica instructed Candice to stay in back with the brown woman.
"Hold on," the young girl said. "Something's not right here..." Candice placed her hands under each of Monica's tits and lifted them. "One is bigger than the other. Maybe I can fix that a little." And with that Candice flipped the bikini bra over the larger breast and plugged her mouth into Monica's protruding nipple.
"I love how you always think of me, my love," Monica praised her. She put a hand lazily on Candice's head and held her close with her other hand. The girl in the SUV watched the two lovers snuggle.
Several minutes later, the young girl jumped in back of the SUV and lay alongside their new companion. All packed, Monica started the vehicle and they began the drive back to the Mandorah docks.
As the drove along the beach Candice turned herself around to face the girl head to toe. Then, bending the Asian's knee and raising her leg, the blonde scooched closer to the brown girl' privates. When they hit the rough sandy road to the main highway, Candice braced the girl with her naked body pressing her body against the girl's front; the young girl held her face in the little dark girl's pussy as if protecting a delicate flower she didn't want crumpled or creased.
When they finally made it to the highway, Candice took advantage and bent the girl's other leg at the knee, opening her. Monica continually glimpsed the rear view mirror at Candice's dalliances and yearned to be back there with her partner as she caught sight her lover burying her head between the dark girl's legs. The sounds of loud slurping and helpless, desperate groans resounded inside the vehicle.
The sun was setting when, on the ferry ride home, Monica had her seat reclined and fed the girl some fruit. On her stomach, the girl weakly propped herself up on her elbows as the older woman fed her piece by piece. Meanwhile, Candice remained behind the girl, playfully licking her bottom and burying her face in her crack. Luckily, the rear windows were tinted and no one could see the shenanigans going on inside, Monica convinced herself.
As they departed the boat, Candice moved next to the girl and held her, exhausted. The girl cuddled closer and both fell asleep. Monica was tired too and couldn't wait to get home.
Later, the SUV pulled up to the apartment building and Monica turned the vehicle off.
"We're home," she said softly.
Candice rubbed her eyes. The older woman scanned the area and lit windows before opening the back door and helping her partner out the door. Then she slid her arms underneath the Asian girl and lifted her out. Candice closed the door quietly as Monica cradled the girl. The blonde gave Monica's ass a pat and went to the apartment entryway with her keys.
The girl in Monica's arms reached up with one hand and unmasked the older woman's tit next to her head. She snuggled her face into the Anglo woman's chest much like a baby animal does when it searches for its mom's teat. She found the hardened nipple pressed against her cheek, and captured it between her lips, her soft tongue performing a gentle milking of the woman's mammillary.
As Candice opened the door, Monica drew her attention to the girl's actions, and they both smiled, kissed, and entered the building; the door slowly closing behind them.