This fantasy involves two young girls of 20 and 21 engaged in lesbian love. If this type of story/fantasy irritates you, please excuse me. If you are not an adult as per the criterion of your country, leave this page and come half an hour later.
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Title - Wild Love. (F/F)
Characters - Two girls, (Laura is 20 and Jul is 21.)
Category - Lesbian/Beginning.
Wild Love.
(Part - I)
You and I are standing in front of a wild sea beach of a lonely island somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere. You have put on a black skin-hugging silk T-shirt and a denim skirt that has ceased covering your lovely hairless and smooth thighs well over 9" above your knees. I am in a shocking blue low-neck tank top that does not cover my belly button and a pair of Jeans. Both of us have not encased our rich breasts (Yours are 38-D and mine are 36-C) by any worthless bra.
I know that you are a straight girl, though I am a lesbian. I do not have any intention to go against your personal liking and disliking, though in the heart of my hearts I have a strong desire to hold you in my firm embrace, squeeze your lovely breasts and eat to my heart's contents your juicy cunt and to make you cum with my name in your mouth. I have not dared to attempt anything foolish in the fear of losing your company, which I treasure most in my life.
The time is night and we do not care what time it is. The sea in front us is making its eternal thunderous roaring. Warm sand flows round us and crimson light is flashing frequently making the white sand grains to splash all around us like drops of blood. In the sky the crooked constellations and the millions of stars are dazzling. The moon appears with all her radiance and floods us with brightness. A gentle breeze is blowing. There is a cave at our back.
We are standing side by side holding each other's hands. I don't know what makes me so fortunate that I begin to feel the swell of your right breast against the upper part of my left arm. I shudder in tremendous joy, as I at least have been favored today with the sweet touch of your breast. I speak to myself, "lovely"
Perhaps the charm of the atmosphere has created a magic spell and enchanted you, as you are continuously pressing your breast against my arm. I feel your nipple stands erect and begins to poke against my arm. I turned to look at your face. I find it completely flushed and you are looking scarlet. I look at your beautiful emerald eyes, in which I find love has welled up. Our eyes meet and are locked - may be for many minutes, may be for a moment - who knows and who wants to know either?
I turn you - without taking our eyes from each other's - towards me. To my utter amazement, I find you cuddle towards me. The fingers of my right hand begin to run all over your lovely flushed face lovingly and you are moaning passionately. When my fingers reach your lovely petal-soft red lips, they begin to quiver. I begin to caress those petals with my fingers. You suddenly put my fingers into your mouth and begin to suck and lick them.
Then I took you in my firm embrace. At least some part of my long cherished dream to hold you in my embrace comes true. Slowly but surely our embrace turns to be firm and then firmer. Our hands begin to run all over our back. And then we kiss. Oh! What a kiss this is! I feel my heartbeat stops, the world stops, the universe stops, only our lips are alive.
Soon my tongue tries to invade your lovely and sweet smelling mouth and you, very generously, let it to do that. Waves of pleasure spread all over our body.
Our breasts are smashed against each other. The running hands on our back become faster and more passionate. After many blissful moments, I whispered to you, "I Love You, Laura." You say, "I Love you too, Jul." The moon disappears under a cloud certainly out of her inferiority complex, as her Endymion is not as attractive as you are to me and I am to you.
Then we reach the cave hand in hand, lips in lips. It is well decorated by red roses and its petals. Torches hang on the wall. Cloth of gold - in correspondence to our burning desire - is dazzling all over the walls of the cave. A cloth of gold is laid on a waterbed for us. The beautiful fragrance of lavender hovers all over the cave. A very soft music is being played by some cherubim to honor our love.
I make you lie on the wavy bed. I begin to run my hands all over your body lovingly. When my hands reach your high mounds, you tremble and sigh, and then place your hand over mine and pressed it firmly on your heaving breasts. My heart jumps in glee as your this maneuvering hints me that my dream is about to come true.
I begin to rub your breasts with my both hands. You toss your head from side to side. You close your eyes and your lovely red hair spread all around your face making you a fairy. I continue to look at your beautiful face still rubbing your lovely breasts firmly.
You open your beautiful eyes and I see love and passion have welled up there. I leaned towards you and bring down my face on your eyes and kiss those lovely eyes lovingly. Slowly my lips roamed towards your ears - decked with a hoop of gold. I gently hold it with my lips and bring them next to your ear-hole.
I whisper, "I Love You, Laura."
You also iterated those three lovely words, for which my heart had been so yearning since I first met you.
I nuzzle my face against your shoulder and kiss every inch of your lovely neck and, then your gorgeous nape. I rub my soft lips all along. Your heaving becomes rapid, in the rhythm of which, my hands - still cupping your breasts firmly - are rising and falling. Then I bring my lips directly on your lips. I kiss first the lower one, then the upper and then I run the tip of my tongue along the circumference of your petal soft lips. You make a small "O" with your lips enticing my tongue to explore your mouth.
Meanwhile, my hands have concentrated their attention around your nipples, which now stand in complete erection. My tongue enters into your heaven-smelling mouth and my tongue is lovingly welcomed by yours. Soon they entwined and next begin to gambol, I do not know for how long, nor do I wish to.
I break our french kiss to whisper in your ears, "Let me undress you, my Love!"
You go stiff for a moment, as you are still in your inhibition.
I understand your feeling and again whisper in your ear, "Please let me do it, my Love, I'm dying for it."
You sense the intensity of my urge and you relax greatly, as you know very well that your Jul will not hurt you; nor do you want to!!
You, in reply, lift your hands and put it beside your lovely cheek and raised the upper part of your body from the bed to enable me to peel the black silk off your lovely body. I undid the buttons of your T-shirt one by one and slowly, very slowly, I begin to roll your T-shirt upward fixing my eyes on your lovely face.
You open your lovely emerald eyes and, believe me, I find that Love brims over those beautiful eyes. I am much desirous to see your naked breasts but I decide against it, as I wish to be showered by your Love first; your physical charm comes next.
As soon as I remove your T-shirt, you sit upright and hold me a firm embrace, as you still do not want to show the nakedness of your gorgeous breasts. You push your face in the "L" of my shoulder and neck, and stay there for some moments. All the while I run my right hand along your head and neck. Slowly, but steadily, you turn relax and I make you lie again on the wavy bed delicately and lovingly.
You try to hide your naked breasts from my hungry and thirsty eyes by covering them with your both hands, though only a small part of those large bulges can be hidden by your small palms. I run my fingers along your hands urging you to remove those. You oblige, though, still for some hesitation, you keep face turned sidewise.
For the first time, I view those luscious breasts in their complete nudity. What I see is enough to make me to go mad. Two round breasts rising upward about 5" inches vertically from your chest. They are so close together that perhaps a single drop of water will not pass between them. Each gorgeous marble-white mound is decorated with a pink aureole of about 3" radius topped by a blooming deep-pink bud of a rose. Fantastic, simply fantastic!!!! Words can not describe them.
Bewitched by the beauty of those beautiful breasts, I bring my mouth on them. I run my tongue circling each breast. I am reducing the circumference of the circular movement of my tongue till it comes to the aureole. Then with the tip of my tongue, I begin to trace circles round each aureole till my tongue comes and rests on the blooming buds - one by one. The last dram of your inhibition leaves you finally, as you pull my burning face firmly between your breasts. I parted the globes, though they are much resolute to be closest, and, smelling the beautiful fragrance there, for the first time in our long acquaintance, I plant a kiss there.
You are much aroused now, as you begin to rub my glowing face vigorously against your butter-soft breasts. You begin to hiss and purr continuously and, ultimately, with a much effort I finally detect your moaning, "Suck the nipple of my breasts, honey!"
How can I refuse you, my Love? I bring my lips on the bud of your right breast and imprison it between my lips. The tip of my tongue begins to tease it lovingly, while my left hand begin to knead your left breast. The heat generated both from your breasts and from my mouth is sufficient to warm the ambience. Within a couple of minute, my thumb and index finger begin to twitch the erect and engorged nipple of your left breast while my lips and tongue begin to suck the other. You are turning and tossing your head continuously.
After some time I detect your inaudible moan, "Please suck the other, please, please!!!" and I take care of the left breast with my lips and tongue while my right hand goes to your right mound. The more do I suck and squeeze, more insatiated do I turn.
As you are out of your inhibition fully now and have aroused to a point of no return, you yourself undo the brass button of your mini skirt, and lifting your hip a little removed it from your body. I take away my right hand off your right boob and help you to get rid of your panty, which has been totally drenched by soaking your precious love-juices. The beautiful aroma of your aroused sex hovers all around bringing hue to the ambience.
You next spread your thighs wide and push my head downward. I take up your suggestion and let my mouth travel downward. I halt at your belly button and begin to suck the entire button.
You hiss, "Down there on my pussy, please!"
I moved further down sprawling atop you, and let my mouth reach your thighs. The beautiful acrid smell showers me with a whole hearted welcome there increasing my lust for you to the greatest extent. I begin to kiss the inner thighs and your shaking and trembling become more violent. I correctly feel that my advancement is welcomed by you.
Very soon my lips and tongue reach their long-cherished destination, i.e. your swollen Mons de Venus - covered under a thin red web. I kiss every place there and soon my tongue begins to run along the crack between your pussy-lips. I let it reach up to your ruby-colored swollen clit poking out enticingly from its hood, and then draw my tongue back along the crevice to reach your asshole. Another pungent but wonderful fragrance welcomes me there.
Your love-juice begins to flow like a stream from a glacier. My face is completely smeared in it, as I can not lap the entire volume. I begin to hate myself for wasting your precious juice.
After running my tongue continuously for several minutes, I part your cunt lips with my right hand and drive my tongue inside you through the scarlet opening. I immediately feel that the flow of your juice becomes more profuse and my tongue has been imprisoned inside your pussy by the muscles of your cunt-walls. While my tongue was imprisoned therein, the tip of my nose is rubbing your swollen clit continuously.
I begin to slip my wet and slippery tongue in and out of your lovely pussy, making your convulsion all the more violent. I am very careful to rub your clit with the tip of my nose with every downward thrust. You were tossing and shaking like a little child in malarial attack, or like a fallen yellow leaf in a strong wind. Your convulsion is increasing gradually and I realize that you are inching towards your first climax with your true love, Jul.
Yes, I am correct in judging your intensity, as with a violent jerk and press my head against the source of the streaming river of heavenly juice so very firmly that I am about to be suffocated. (I would not have minded much, had I been suffocated and died with my burning face glued firmly against my Love's sweet pussy.) You begin to bump against my face up and down.
Your continuous moaning turns into loud scream and your heart is beating so loudly that I clearly can hear it. You scream, "OOOOHHHH..hhh.... I'm c...u...m...i...n...g....J..J..J..U..U..U.L..L..L.. Yeah, yeah I am cummmmmmmiiinnnnnnnnggggg," and then you burst into a series of earth-shattering climaxes. Wave after wave of spasmodic yet delightful tremors rock your whole body.
After your series of climaxes, I lick away your manna dew from your crotch as much as I can. Again I begin to hate myself for being able to lick your most precious juice wholly. I sit upright and hold you in my arms lovingly showering kisses on your lovely face while running my hand all over your lovely body up to your thighs, which are the farthest limit that my hand can cover.
Your lovely breasts are rising up and down in the rhythm of your hard panting. You lie there on the wavy bed completely exhausted with your eyes closed. Beads of perspiration appear in ones and twos on your lovely visage. Your beauty compounded with the rapturous trace of a chain of mind-blowing climaxes that has been showered upon you, has make you the most beautiful woman of the world. Really you are looking no less beautiful than a lovely fairy. I gazed for long at you being mesmerized by your charming face.
After a long time, you regain your sense and your breathing becomes normal. You open your eyes and again our eyes meet and are locked. Within a few moments, your eyes - as if absorbing the love from my eyes - began to dazzle with love, love and love alone.
You whisper, "Thank you."
I say, "What for?"
You reply with bated breath, "For making me your lover."
You sit upright and hold me in a firm embrace and begin to kiss my face madly. Your lips cover every part of my face for millionth of time. And ultimately, you bring your lips closest to my ear-hole and whisper in a wonderful sensation, "Why didn't you make such a wonderful love to me before? Let's make love again, My Darling, My Love."
I feel that I'm flying towards heaven with my most precious possession and My Love, Laura in my in my firm embrace.
End of Part - I.
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