This is my first attempt to write a story to achieve a long-felt ambition. I had read some erotic pieces before, and some were very good indeed. Still I wanted see if I could reach out with just words and achieve the desired effect. Turning you on of course! This piece became a part in a much longer story which I'm now trying to break up into chapters.
I would love to know if I had my desired effect.
This story describes how two teen-age girls discovered there own sexuality, with some help from each other. It's very much taken from life. I guess you might say, it's mostly a true story.
If this kind of story is problem for you go no further. leila113@lycos.com
Title - "We - Joan and I." Central characters - Two teen-age girls. Category -Lesbian Beginnings.
We - Joan And I. Leila Benson.
Well I think I should begin at the beginning: I guess the years before hormones start their wonderful change, I was pretty oblivious to sexual things. I was somewhat aware of both of my brother's awakening to girls before my own sexual awareness. I just saw the physical change and awkwardness. I just remember this with Andy; I was much to young to notice Steve's.
Just a word about my folk's; they were and are quite liberal politically and sexually. In some way, they are still a bit from the late 60s and 70s. They however did set some reasonable limits for all of us, but they were always available to help us sort out what some of the limits were, and why they had them. Looking back, sex was not a casual topic of conversation, but it certainly wasn't taboo either. Compared to my friends, I think things were fairly loose in my house.
I knew a fair amount about sex I guess when I was about 10-11. I used to read a great deal, sometimes not always the most appropriate books for a young girl. These were always from the bookshelf in my parent's bedroom. To say the least, all of this information was completely abstract. Then of course there were the Sex Ed classes in Jr. High School. This was when I was about 12.
I of course realize now how abstract and dry this all was until about the time I got my first period and my own hormones began to flow. This was just about when I was 13. My mom was great about it all. She had explained what I was still a bit confused about in a way that was easy to take. Some of my friend's of course by now where menstruating and we would talk some, but not a lot. Boys of our age were silly little kids and really, just pests to us.
My sexual feelings were sort of slow to develop. I just kind of thought that when I got my period they would just happen like in some of the books I had read. In retrospect of course, I was really extremely innocent. I did have sort of waves of desire, always the strongest the week or so before my period. They had no focus. They were simply a diffuse sexual awareness.
I should also tell you that I was quite undeveloped physically at that age. I guess I was about 14. My mom was very reassuring that things would change and of course, I had changed a great deal in the past year but not enough for me! My hair was quite light, lighter than now. I hardly had any pubic hair, just some blonde soft fluff. My breasts consisted of large aureoles and somewhat prominent nipples. They were then, and still are, very sensitive the week before my period, and caused me a great deal of embarrassment. They were usually erect and I thought every boy was looking at me! When my brother Andy used to tell me later about always having erections when he was in his mid teens and always feeling embarrassed I understood completely!
I began to try to masturbate very soon after menstruation. I knew a reasonable amount about "pleasuring ones self", from one of my moms books. I do remember an English Doctor wrote it.
This would usually lead to too me getting myself very excited, irritating myself and at best, I'd have a little orgasm, which was very frustrating to say the least. The book was very sketchy on details. To say that my technique was poor was an understatement. I would rub myself on my outer lips or my clitoral hood, sometimes inside with my wet finger. I was careful not to touch my clit directly, that I found too intense and that would stop me, or quickly throw me into a sharp, completely unsatisfying little climax.
I usually pulled my nipple gently at the same speed and sometimes I could cum a little just from doing that.
I was quite slim then (I am still) I think about 100 lbs. My butt was in some ways the womanliest part of me. It had real shape and had changed a great deal in the past year.
My best friend's name was Joan, she was my age and in most of my classes at school. She also lived close by.
She was dark compared to me and much more developed. Fuller in many ways. She had a full mouth and a real figure and she had breasts! I was quite jealous. I can't tell you that we shared sexual secrets, first of all, I had none other than my pathetic masturbation, and she never said anything about sex and I was much to shy to ask her. However, we were very close.
On day fishing around in the bookcase in my folk's bedroom, I found videotape behind the books. It had no box, and a sort of a crude label titled "Young First Time Amateurs # 18". I knew almost at once that this was a sex tape. I don't quite know how, but I knew.
No one was home and not expected for hours. I was filled with excited anticipation. I pulled the shades down and put the tape in. After a short while the title came on, it faded out, and we were in a bedroom with a couple who were pretty young. I guess maybe in their late teens or 20s. Well you can guess the rest. I was beside myself with excitement.
Some of the episodes were better, or at least much more exciting than other's, some were sort of silly. The girl-girl parts were a high point! By the time it was over, I was in a full blown sexually aroused state. I had never felt quite so excited except perhaps before I had one of my kind of semi orgasms while masturbating.
I pulled my jeans off, took my panties off and found my panties were sopping wet. I thought I had an accident and urinated, but I could smell my little pussy and myself, it was that strong. My crotch and thighs were wet with a much thicker juice, I knew it was from my excitement watching the video's. I rewound the tape a little, got a towel and put it under my ass. Played the tape, masturbated a little and had the most extraordinary orgasm of my life. I was completely surprised by the power of it. Wave after wave, it was as though I was having spasms, waves of orgasms then shudders then another orgasm. This finally slowed down and I really only stopped because it was simply getting too intense. I just needed to end it.
I just lay there spent with little tiny sorts of after shocks, like little flutters in my vagina. Then quiet. I lay there a few minutes I guess. I may have dozed off for a second or two. The tape was still playing. I looked for a second and could see it still had some power for me. I quickly got up stopped and rewound the tape. Threw my wet panties in the clothes hamper.
Made certain I hadn't stained the cover on my folk's bed, and rewound and put the tape back where it had been hidden. I then took a shower. I was very, very careful not to touch myself in any erogenous area; I was still so sexually awakened. I dried myself off carefully, got dressed, made the bed, doubled checked the hiding place and went to my room.
I drifted off to sleep. I woke up about an hour later with a plan forming in my mind. I wanted Joan to see the tape and I needed to think quite carefully about my next move. I think this was the first, what one might call an obsession.
I spent the rest of the day in a sort of happy excited state. The day was sort of busy with the usual boring chores like laundry, putting dishes away from the dishwasher and setting the table. I was of unusually good cheer, so much so that both my mom and dad noticed it when they came home. My brother as usual noticed nothing at all about me. I happily went to my room and did my homework. I could hardly wait to think fully about the afternoon and my plans, which were only vaguely forming.
The more I thought about it the more I thought that directness was the best way to proceed, I simply would ask her over on an afternoon or evening when I knew for certain that we would be alone for some hours. We would work on our homework, something that we had done together since the sixth grade. I was certain she would want to see the tape if I asked her. The rest was completely hazy and I frankly kept putting it out of my mind. Today you would call that denial. I did feel certain that she would also be excited by the tape, at least I thought she would. The idea that she would be upset or angry did briefly cross my mind but I really did not want to deal with that notion. I needed to build up my confidence, not cause any doubt.
A few nervous days later when I knew we could be alone I asked her if she wanted to come over. It would be a Friday evening. My brother was sleeping at his friends and my folks were going to a party, that I was certain would rarely bring them home earlier than 1 a.m. I asked my mom if Joan could come over to do homework and maybe stay over. Joan coming over was completely commonplace but staying over was unusual. I only had a single bed in my room and I would have to setup the folding bed from the hall closet. My mom agreed if I would do the setting up and if Joan 's parent's agreed. I told her I would take care of everything.
That night I called Joan to ask her and crossed my finger's it would work out. She seemed pleased by the invitation. She said she would ask her mom and call right back which she did. She put her mom on, who asked if my mother knew and I reassured her she did. She then readily agreed and put Joan back on the phone. We made final plans for her to come over after supper. I knew with my folks going to a party a dinner guest would be a little awkward. They both always fussed about the way they dressed and looked. I loved that about them. In some ways, they were like teenagers.
After school we would rent a video to watch when we had completed our homework. Joan would come over at about 8 p.m.
After school on Friday we went to the Video Rental Store and quickly rented " Sleepless in Seattle ", the last thing I wanted was any static about what we should rent. I had already seen the film twice so it made little difference to me. We parted at her house and I continued home. Supper was takeout so my chores were minimal. I cleaned up then went upstairs to watch my mom get ready. This was something I always loved to watch as she tried on all sorts of things before settling on her outfit. My dad was not that different he just had less choice. They both looked great! Youthful and all excited about the evening to come. If they only knew how excited I was!
Joan came over at about 8 p.m., wearing, of all things, her old sweat pants and polo shirt. She made a big fuss about the way my folks looked. They loved it! I asked if we could watch the video in their bedroom and work at their desk they said, " fine just don't mess up the room". And kissed us both goodnight.
We finished the homework in a short time. I guess it was an hour or so. I must tell you I was in a state. I was extremely nervous, which I of course I tried to conceal from Joan, who kept asking me if everything was ok. I reassured her and told her some stupid story about my folks getting ready and how tense that always made me feel. I knew I was flushed, because I could see myself in the closet mirror. All I was wearing, were some old shorts and a sort of T-shirt. I was not exactly dressed warmly. I could feel my heart in my mouth, in my temple, and most disturbing of all in my vagina!
I knew the moment had come. Trying to keep my voice very mater of fact, I asked her "Joan have you ever seen one of those triple x video's, you know the ones in the adult section of the video store."
It even sounded calm to me. I felt as though I was two people, the outer calm one and the inner one in turmoil. Joan answered very quietly said, "No I never have, I've always wanted to watch one of the adult pay channels but I was afraid the charge would show on my folk's statement, so I never did. Sometimes you can see this sort of scrambled picture but it's too annoying to try to make it out. But I would love to see one".
I asked her, "Joan, what if I told you I had one here right now, do you want to see it? "
"Are you kidding?" she exclaimed. "Of course I do. What do you have?"
I explained how I discovered it, but found myself not telling her I had already seen it. I somehow thought it would be more exciting if we were sort of even in the experience, and also, for some reason I was a little embarrassed to admit I had seen it alone. I got the tape from its hiding place, and I showed her the title.
"Boy! This is going to be great!" She blurted out. She was more into it than I could have ever imagined.
We were sitting on the edge of my folk's bed. The TV and VCR were in the armoire directly in front of the bed. I got up to open the armoire and turned the light off at the desk and put a low light on in the dressing alcove leading to the bathroom. I was very cool looking, but my legs were actually shaking. That's how nervous I was.
I put the TV and VCR on, slipped the tape in and returned to the edge of the bed. I asked Joan to give me the remote from the shelf behind the bed. She did, and she settled in the middle of the bed sitting cross-legged. I sat at the front edge. Joan asked me if my folks or anyone could interrupt us? I assured her that we were going to be alone for many hours. She seemed to relax even more hearing that.
I said, "Are you set Joan?"
"Let's go" she answered.
I started the tape. Joan was chatting away asking all sorts of questions like, "I wonder who the people are! Are they really amateurs or models".
When the first couple appeared and began to talk and then kiss and fondle each other and take off their clothes, Joan became very silent. I could feel her directly behind my back and feel her legs on my lower back. I was too shy to look at her. As the sexual action increased on the screen Joan, just made quiet comments like "God, this is amazing" or "I kind of think she's pretty, don't you"? He's a nice looking guy".
I just sat at the foot of the bed staring straight ahead in silence. In the first few scenes, I was so nervous that I was only somewhat aware of what was going on in the video. Of course, I knew a lot of sexual stuff was flowing by, but I think I was much to self conscious to have any strong sexual feelings at that point. I was extremely aware of Joan directly behind me.
I could hear her every breath. I could hear the change in her breathing. I could feel her shift her body on the bed. Feel her legs on my lower back. I could even feel the heat from her body directly behind me.
Joan asked me if I had ever done anything like this. "Are you crazy" I answered. I blurted out "I don't even really know how to masturbate!"
That sort of broke the tension and we both started to laugh. As we continued to watch the video, my sexual arousal started to grow stronger than my self-consciousness. I was very aware of Joan behind me. Even her bare foot touching my hip was somehow exciting. I knew that I was flushed and that my nipples were erect. I had to hold back a strong urge to touch them.
"God, Molly this is getting me very excited. I think I learned more about sex in the last few minutes than I ever really knew for real. What about you?"
I turned and really looked at her for the first time. She also was flushed, with a film of perspiration on her face. She kept wetting her lips with her tongue. "To be honest with you Joan, I can hardly stand it. Don't get me wrong I mean I've gotten so excited I have to stop this for a minute. I also have to pee like crazy!"
I stopped the tape, got up and went to the toilet and peed. That was a relief, but even that felt sexual. I went to dry myself off and realized that I was very wet from vaginal leakage. My panties were also wet. I took them off, washed myself off, threw them in the hamper, and dusted myself off with some talc from my mom's makeup table. I left, and Joan took her turn.
When we settled back on the bed, the spell had been somewhat broken. Which was a bit of a let down but also a relief. We rearranged ourselves with both of us leaning back on the pillows with our legs outstretched. Then Joan asked me what I meant by never really knowing how to masturbate. She also was curious to know if I ever had a real orgasm. I had to admit to her, that I really never did and described to her my sort of pathetic attempts.
Her questions were very gentle, very sweet. I felt I could completely trust her, but I didn't tell her about masturbating to the tapes and the cums I had given myself. I told her about how while watching the tape just now, my panties had gotten so wet that I had to take them off and put them in the hamper. She said the same thing had happened to her but she was still wearing them and hadn't known what to do.
I told her to take them off. When she got up I saw that her gray sweatpants were obviously stained and pointed it out. She was a little embarrassed I think. I told her to take them all off and I would throw it all in the washer with my own wet panties. She slipped them off quickly and was standing in front of me just wearing her polo shirt.
I was somewhat taken aback by the fact that Joan had a complete mound of dark public hair. I could see that it was wet and sort of matted. She looked so much more adult than I. I told her if she wanted she could clean herself off and while she did that, I would start the wash. She laughed and said if we watched the rest of the tape it will just happen some more. I smiled and agreed and took the clothes downstairs and started the washing machine.
When I returned Joan was wearing an old silk bathrobe of my mom's. "I hope you don't mind? It was hanging up behind the door. I also used some of the same talcum powder that you used. I could smell it on you and on the table." Joan said.
"Of course you can." I said. "Doesn't it smell great? Better than we did."
She laughed at my little joke. "You know Molly, I think maybe we should put something on the bedspread. I don't want to stain it. I've never flowed like this before; then again, I don't think I've ever felt like this. It's a little scary."
"Don't worry," I said, "I'll get some towels to put down. You look great in that robe. Very sexy. Very adult."
I was a little taken aback by my own boldness but she seemed pleased and smiled at me. We both put down a couple of towels over the bedcovers. Her robe kept slipping open and I kept seeing her mound. It was now dry and obviously covered in talc. Her public hair was almost white. I remarked about it and she laughed and sort of dusted herself off.
"Is that better?" she asked.
"Definitely" I agreed.
We both sort of got into a sort of giggling fit. I think we were both very tense, to put it mildly. I heard myself asking her to make herself more comfortable and take off her polo shirt and I would go to my room and get in my PJs. I was also aware that I had no panties and didn't want to stain my shorts. So I pranced out changed quickly and came back in my PJs. That little break was helpful, it allowed me to calm myself down and think more clearly. I really didn't have a plan but I wanted to feel a little more in control than I did before.
Joan was sort of lying with her head up on some extra pillows she had found on a shelf in the dressing alcove. She had built a mound of pillows for me. "Is this ok?" she asked.
"Great" I said. "Boy does this look comfy?.
The armoire was slightly off center as was the TV, so we both found ourselves lying on our left sides facing the TV.
I asked her. "Ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be". She answered with a slightly nervous smile. "Let it roll".
I started the tape.
The girls in the tape could have been teenagers but I would guess they were in their early twenties. Neither one was beautiful or looked like models. I guess you might say that they were sort of pretty. Very real looking, not at all like actresses. One of the girls was called Alice. She was very slender and pale. She had short sandy blonde hair cut in sort of bangs. She was wearing a white mitty blouse and a dark blue skirt. She was wearing loafers with white ankle socks.
I recall all of this very clearly, because I remember thinking that they want her or she wants to look like a schoolgirl. The other girl had long, very dark curly hair with very strong features. Her body was womanly. She was very distinctive looking, more exotic, maybe Italian or Greek. She was dressed in the same way. They looked like they went to a Parochial School.
I think that the realness of the girls added a lot to making the tapes as powerful as they were. The setting also helped. It was a regular looking living room with a big comfortable kind of beige sectional couch with big dark tan pillows and I remember a fireplace. There was a sort of thick carpet on the floor. There were tall plants near the window. It seemed to be in the daytime, as I could see light coming through sheer drapes. The room in fact was rather pretty. I remember the room perfectly. Of course, I've seen this part of the tape a number of times.
As the interaction of the girls on the tape proceeded, I again became extremely aware of Joan. Only this time my feelings were just strongly sexual. This time she was not at my back, but directly in front of me as I sort of lay on my left side. Joan was making small little comments almost to herself.
All I heard her say was, "This is so exciting."
She turned around, and asked me, "Molly are you as turned on as me? I can hardly stand it."
I was surprised by her frankness, and answered boldly. "God Joan I think I need to touch myself, but I'm a little shy I guess. I can hardly stand it."
"Please go ahead. I feel like that too. Maybe we can help each other, sort of like on the video. Would that be ok? She asked.
"I think I'd love that." I answered quietly.
I moved closer to her back and reached around her. My breasts and nipples against her warm back felt wonderful. Her breasts where exposed to my hands. I hesitated for a moment, then gently touched her nipples with the tips of my fingers. Joan gasped and sucked in air. "Is that ok?" I asked.
"Oh yes. That feels so good. Do that some more. Please Molly. Yes like that. Oh that's so great."
I felt bolder at her urging and took her nipples between my fingers and squeezed and rolled them. She kept whispering, "yes, yes, yes." She was kind of urging me on I think. I certainly needed no urging.
Feeling her engorged nipples in my fingers and her reaction to the various ways I touched and kneaded them was enough for me. I was watching the video at the same time. It was almost impossible to fully concentrate on the video with the real thing happening in my arms and fingers, so I reached over for the remote and turned the set off. Joan turned to me; her head was on the pillow with her long dark hair spread out.
Without hesitating I bent down and kissed her. The moment my lips touched hers, she opened them and her tongue shot into my mouth. I never expected this. Joan began to almost eat my lips and tongue. She thrust her tongue into my mouth, then began to intertwine it with my own. I was taken aback and was passive to begin with, then I found myself answering her mouth with mine. How I loved it!
We did this for awhile, then stopped to catch our breath, then continued. I realized that I was almost straddling Joan. My knees were at her side. My head now on her chest above her breasts. I felt Joan's hand's on the cheeks of my ass pushing me down on her mound as she wiggled and thrust herself at me. I returned the thrusts. I had never, never, been this excited before. I also had absolutely no idea what to do at this moment.
Joan had taken her hands off my ass and gently pushed me up. I was now sitting on top of her with my ass o her mound and my weight on my knees. Joan with half shut eyes, reached up and began to fondle my breasts very much as I had done to her. I almost yelled out it felt so wonderful.
"Oh God Joan don't stop please. That's so good, so good." I was actually yelling.
I was almost out of control. Joan stopped and gently moved me off her so I lay beside her. I realized that I was sopping wet. I could actually smell myself and feel the wetness between my legs and on the PJ bottoms. I was thinking about this and sort of catching my breath. Joan looked over and saw the problem. My blue bottoms were wet. She reached over and told me to lift my ass as she pulled them down and off. She dropped them on the floor. I could feel the cold air on my wetness. Joan took a towel and moved my legs apart and began to dry me. She was using the corner of the towel and in my excited state, the drying itself even felt great. I raised my knees and spread myself to allow her full access. Doing that in such an open way was very thrilling for me. It was as if I was inviting Joan inside me. And I was!
Well where was I? Oh yes. I wasn't at all certain what I should do at this point. What I did know, was that I was as turned on as I had ever been in my life. Joan was gently patting around my genitals and would occasionally touch them. I was beside myself. I was by now lying there with my legs wide open, my knees up, and arching myself up to her.
I could not have been any clearer about what I wanted her to do without actually telling her .Yet she kept gently stroking me everywhere except where I so desperately wanted her to be. In my fevered state I wasn't at all certain if Joan was just teasing me, or somehow to shy to finally touch me in the places that I wanted her so badly to.
Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. I heard myself almost yell. "Please Joan help me!"
In that instant I somehow knew I had made a powerful sexual commitment. Even if Joan asked me what I meant, or immediately began to get me off, we were now sexually bonded. She, instead, asked a question. "Do you want me to try to show you what I like?"
All I could say was, "Please, please." She removed the towel. By now, I must have been wide open to her. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it, and then she placed it just inside my opening. She moved it in and out in these little quick movements. I don't think her finger moved an inch. Yet, it felt wonderful.
I heard her say. "Boy Molly, you are soooo wet. Is that good?"
She then moved up and along the lips. First, one side then the other. My pelvis felt out of control. It was as though it was trying to capture her fingers. Finally I reached down and pulled her fingers into my vaginal opening and then on to my clitoris. I was moving her hand quickly and hard against myself.
I heard her tell me, "Slow down, wait, I'll do it for you."
With that, she slowly and gently began to stroke me. I was by now tugging at my swollen nipple to the rhythm of her fingers. I could feel it building, I told her to go faster then faster yet, Which she did. I knew I was about to explode. I was thrashing around the bed, when Joan pulled my fingers from my nipple, leaned down and took it in her mouth. Just as she started to suck, I began to cum. I felt this giant wave hit me. I pulled Joan's head tight to my breast and her hand to my pussy. I kept screaming curses. It was so strange. Again and again, like convulsions of the most sublime kind. So good I was actually screaming "Shit! Christ! Fuck! Oh my God! More! More! Yes! Yes!" Pleading for her, "not to stop".
This seemed to go on forever. At some point, I grabbed Joan's hand in a tight grip. I could not, did not want anymore. I felt spent. So deliciously satisfied that I had to just lie there and take that great feeling in. I could still feel little uncontrollable twitches in my pussy, but I was now entering this delightful state of bliss.
I soon became aware that I had Joan's hand in a tight grip, which I relaxed. I looked down at Joan's head on my breast and I felt a great peacefulness. Joan slowly turned her head back on the pillow. I felt the coolness on my breast where she had just left. We were both naked lying there. I felt a slight chill and pulled the comforter over us. I snuggled close to Joan to pick up her warmth and to reassure her in some way, that I felt extremely grateful and close to her at that moment.
She asked me quietly, "Was that good?"
I could barely speak. "Good? Good doesn't even begin to describe how that felt or even feels now. God Joan, what have I missed? I want to give you, what you've given to me. Tell me what to do. Anything at all. Anything."
We snuggled together for a minute or so. I placed my bare leg in between hers and felt how wet she was. She was rubbing her pussy against my thigh. I reached behind her with both hands and held her ass tight to my thigh. She continued to rub herself on me I bent down under the covers and nuzzled her breasts until I finally took one of her nipples in my mouth and began to pull on it with lips.
Joan kept repeating. "So good. So good. Over and over!."
I began to feel warm and stifled under the covers. I pulled them down. Joan lay flat on the mattress breathless. Panting for air. Her beautiful full body flushed with excitement. Just hearing her and seeing how turned on she was got me going again. I could actually feel my nipples become erect in the thrill of seeing her lying there so exposed, with her dark hair streaming over the pillow, her breasts wet from my saliva, her pussy and upper thighs from her own juices.
I reached down to touch her between her legs. At my touch she opened herself to me and held my hand to her wet self. I began to move around her pussy. She was very much in charge though. She moved my two fingers inside herself. It felt so warm and juicy inside. I could feel her vagina almost grasp my fingers as I moved up to her clit. I kept going back and forth.
She kept saying "So good, yes that's it, yes, yes."
I felt as though she was encouraging me. Which of course she was. On my own, I turned around to face her open pussy. I never removed my fingers from their place inside and outside of her. I removed my finger's to see her deep pink vagina beneath her beautiful darker lips and thick public hair glistening with her own liquid. I was so close I could smell her musky self.
I took both hands and placed them on either side of her pussy and pulled her lips apart. I bent down and licked along one side of her lips then the other. I gently moved the hood of her clit up to reveal it. It was very different than mine. It was small like a little elongated pink pea. It glisended with moisture. I placed the very tip of tongue on it, and moved it ever so slightly. It was as though I had sent an electric shock through her body.
"Wait, wait!" She cried out. "Too much. I don't want to cum yet."
She moved my head down a little. Not away. Just so my mouth was now off her clit. I made my tongue as hard as I could, and slipped it into her vagina as far as I could. Her taste was somewhat salty. Actually, it reminded me of the smell of the seashore, only with a slightly metallic undertone. Different in some ways from my own juice, which I had tasted and smelled many times before. Hers was richer, deeper and more powerful, I guess you could say more womanly.
I loved it! She was now holding the back of my head to herself and arching herself into my licking, sucking, lapping mouth. I knew she was about to explode from the pressure on my head, her bucking hips and deep moaning sounds she was making. Then she did cum.
So different from mine. A few big bucks of her hips, then trembling of her thighs. Then again, repeatedly a few more times. I could feel the trembling in her thighs slowly calm down. I turned and placed one last kiss on her by now sopping wet pussy and turned back up to hold her in my arms. I think we were both trembling together at this point.
We gave each other such sweet kisses as though we were bringing ourselves down from the same high peak. I think we both sort of drifted off to sleep for a little while. I awaken with my arm stiff from being caught under Joan's neck. As I tried to remove it without waking her, I found myself looking at her full lovely face with it's delicious sweet pink lips, puffed up from our passionate kissing and love-biting.
My heart was filled with such a powerful combination of love and continued sexual heat smoldering in my depths. Joan's eyes fluttered awake. She greeted me with such a glowing smile that I remember its warmth and power even now.