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Obsessions – Part 1 – The Red Panties.

6 years ago, I was 24 when my sexual desires and curiosity were satisfied. I was an only child and led a happy, but uninteresting life. Of course my parents loved me, but looking back, they led a rather staid existence. Throughout my schooling and college years I was rather plain and tubby. I wore glasses and my teeth seemed to forever be in braces. Boys weren’t interested in ‘plain little plump Ashleigh’.  I applied my energies to studying and pursue a career. I was studying advertising. When I was 18, the braces finally came off. my teeth were straight and perfect. My body gradually started to transform. My puppy fat disappeared, I developed a waistline and my breasts swelled and firmed. The transformation didn’t happen overnight. By the time I was twenty I was a stunningly beautiful girl, according to my parents, with long shapely legs. Firm 36C breasts, with generous nipples were my greatest assets. People who had not seen me for a few years were amazed and couldn’t believe it was me.

 

Earlier my parents had bought me a computer, which I needed for my career. Eventually I outgrew the ‘toy’ pc and had to get a bigger one, with a modem. I was becoming conscious of my sexy body and the way men, and a lot of women, stared at my attributes in admiration. I became self-conscious of my glasses and took to using contact lenses. I was still not interested in men. I got hit on a lot, but suppose it was growing up without boys in my teens that sparked my indifference. At night I surfed the Internet for material for my studies. I kept getting porn sites popping up but ignored them. One day, becoming curious, I entered one site and was amazed at the explicit sex content. I started surfing in earnest, finding better and more explicit porn. I was most interested in the lesbian sites and found that the pictures and stories of girl on girl sex aroused me tremendously. I started having sexual desires like never before. I became obsessed with the cyber sex, especially the lesbian stuff. I started sitting at my ‘puter’ in just a shirt or robe without panties or bra, so as not to have any hindrance for my hands and fingers as they explored my sensuous body. I used to get into a sexual frenzy and masturbate myself silly, looking at girls licking, sucking and fucking each other. From all accounts, the lesbians seemed to have more stimulating and exciting sex than the heterosexuals. I became extremely curious and obsessed to have sex with a woman. But how to accomplish that? I was too shy and naïve to do anything about my desires. I made lots of friends when I joined a firm of advertising consultants, and slowly became more outgoing. One girl in particular, I was very drawn to and we became close friends. An attractive brunette, her name was Bridgette.  She had a steady boyfriend and I started double dating with them. One thing led to another and finally I had my first sexual encounter with a man. I had quite a few boyfriends after that, but was disappointed with the sex. It was pleasurable, but not what I expected after surfing the net and reading the erotic stories. I still had better orgasms when I masturbated with my fantasies, than from a man. I became extremely sex hungry, and could have multiple orgasms three or four times a day. I longed to have sex with a girl. Just to see if it was as good as described. I felt I was missing out somewhere. BUT….my life was about to change……

 

We had to stagger our lunch breaks so as not to leave the office unattended. Bridgette and I rarely had lunch together. My lunch break was from 1.00 PM. Most of us had lunch at a cozy diner over the road. The owner and waitresses got to know us by name and where we worked. As a regular, a table was always reserved for me. Always the same one. I got to recognize the regulars and we used to wave greetings. One woman in particular fascinated me. She was about my age or a couple of years older. An attractive blonde, she always smiled at me and mouthed  “Hello.” She used to arrive about twenty minutes or so after me and sat a few tables away from me on the opposite side of the diner. Occasionally I would catch her looking at me with a pensive expression. I would smile at her, she would smile back and I would become shy and blush a bit. I had become very annoyed by the men in the office constantly pestering me for dates, even the married ones. None of them appealed to me in the least. One day I told Bridgette about how they were annoying me. She laughed and said she couldn’t blame them because I was such a stunning and sexy girl. “Tell them you’re a lesbian.” She said. “It always works.” I took her advice and it had the desired effect. Their hitting on me ceased. One day, after returning from lunch. A long narrow box in gift-wrap was on my desk. I presumed it was meant for someone else, but then saw a card attached which was addressed to me. Only my name was on it. Intrigued I opened it. A single red rose nestled in tissue paper. I searched for a card or something, but there was none. “Some guys just never give up.” I thought to myself. I was going to dump the pretty flower, but didn’t have the heart to destroy something so beautiful. I found a vase and stood it on my desk. It lasted for a few days before wilting. The day after it did, another rose arrived. A white one this time. Still no message or anything, just my name. This went on for about two weeks. Always a single rose of a different color each time. Bridgette started teasing me about my ‘secret admirer’. My annoyance had passed and I was most intrigued by his, whoever he was, persistence. After about the sixth rose, the next one contained a card inside. All that was on it was the perfect imprint of a woman’s lips in lipstick. I sniffed the card and smelt the definite aroma of Opium perfume, which I was familiar with because I use it myself. Now I was really intrigued and felt flattered that it appeared that my admirer was a woman. I didn’t tell Bridgette for fear that she would start to think that I was becoming a lesbian or something. Secretly I hoped it was from her. I would have loved to sleep with her, we had become so close.  A few days later another package arrived late in the afternoon. This one was a bit bigger than the previous ones. Gingerly I undid the wrapping. My heart was beating in my breast with excitement. I gasped when I saw what was nestled under the rose, a red one this time. I quickly closed the box. My hands were shaking, my pussy was twitching. I picked up my ‘present’ and went to the powder room and locked myself in a toilet closet. I sat on the seat and opened the box. Under the rose was a miniscule pair of red sheer panties. I picked them up gingerly and nearly dropped them back in the box. They were wet. I ran a finger over the slick crotch piece and felt stickiness. I lifted the delicate garment to my nose and inhaled the fragrance of another woman’s love secretions. It was intoxicating. I felt my pussy convulse with yearning. I held the beautiful sexy panties to my nose once more and inhaled more deeply this time. I closed my eyes in rapture and flicked my tongue over her secretions, still fresh on the delicate garment. I tasted her. I opened my eyes and saw the card, which had been concealed under the panties. I lifted it out. It read: ‘I wore these today for you, now they are yours.’ My hands were shaking. I’m not sure whether from panic or excitement. I was certainly becoming very aroused. I was about to put the card back in the box, when I saw a matching red bra as well, which had been under the card. I smelt her Opium perfume on it. I smelt the panties again and my head swam with desire. In a sudden inspiration I decided to put them on. There was something erotic about wearing another woman’s wet panties.  I stood up and slipped my panties off, noticing the damp spot in the crotch.  I decided to wear the bra as well and removed my blouse and bra. I brought my hands up my body and lifted my breasts in the palms of my hands and squeezed them pinching and pulling the erect nipples. God I was so horny. I needed to bring satisfaction to my spasming pussy.  Quickly I removed my skirt and sat back on the toilet seat. I positioned my butt on the edge of the seat and spread my legs wide. I slid a finger into my wet slit and extracted some juice. I brought my finger up to my throbbing clit and circled it, teasing it out from its hood. I felt it swell. I bent down and picked up the red panties and held them to my nose. I inhaled the aroma of her cum and licked the taste of her from the moist crotch. I closed my eyes and fantasized it was Bridgette’s pussy at my mouth. My pussy was on fire. I delved three fingers into my sopping depths and placed my thumb on my swollen clit. I worked my fingers in and out, slowly at first and then picking up the pace. I pulled my fingers in as deep as I could and moved them around inside me and flicked my thumb over my clit. In my mind I saw Bridgette’s sweet face at my cunt. It was her hand in my pussy, fucking me hard. The rich smell of pussy from the red panties was her pussy in my mouth. I was tongue fucking the sexy brunette. I came quickly. I held the panties tight against my mouth to stifle my ecstatic cries as my orgasm spilled from my trembling body. I sat still, regaining my breath. I was about to wipe myself then stopped. I wanted to stay wet in my lover’s panties, to let my girl cum mix with hers. It was tremendously erotic and naughty. I stepped into the sensuous garment and drew them up my legs and smoothed them around my butt. They fit perfectly. I liked the way they hugged my ass, hips and mound. My pussy was still swollen with lust and bulged tight against the panties. I saw the crotch begin to darken as my juices soaked into the sheer fabric. Next I put on the bra, which fitted me perfectly. It was a half-cup and barely covered my nipples, leaving a large amount of my areolas uncovered. I finished dressing and left the powder room clutching the box. Bridgette looked up as I came into the office and smiled, giving me a curious look. My heart skipped a beat and I was becoming more and more positive that it was her sending me the roses. I looked at my watch and realized that I had been away for more than half an hour. I kept glancing at Bridgette the remainder of the afternoon, seeing my friend in a new light. I studied her body, the sexy curve of her 36C breasts. It struck me that she was the same size as me. I looked at her butt and hips. Yes! The same as me. I started undressing her with my eyes, seeing her lovely breasts sitting snugly in the lacy bra. Her delectable pussy encased in the sheer red panties. Her pussy. God I was dying to see her pussy, to smell it, taste it. Damn! I wanted to fuck her. I jerked myself back to reality. Bridgette was staring at me quizzically.

“You OK Ashleigh?” She asked. “You look a little dazed.”

“Sure.” I answered. “A slight headache is all.”

I could feel my pussy oozing. Damn. I wanted to cum again. My short skirt had ridden up my thighs and I could smell myself. The unmistakable scent of an aroused pussy, ready for sex.

I wondered whether Bridgette could smell me. In a way, I wished she could.

When I got home, the first thing I did was lie on my bed and bring myself off again.

 

I slept badly that night and in the morning, felt really shit. My mind had been in turmoil, fantasizing about Bridgette. Wondering how to handle the situation. Should I confront her and tell her I wanted to have sex with her, or let things ride? On the other hand, I wanted her desperately, yearning to have a lesbian experience with her. I knew that actually I wouldn’t make the first move, I was too timid. My pussy was in a constant state of arousal. I had masturbated twice during the night, but still I craved release. I considered calling in sick but decided against it, fearful that Bridgette might make a move on me today. I had a hot bath, which made me feel a bit better. I pondered what to wear. I wanted to look sexy and appealing for her, but not slutty. First, some sexy underwear. I chose a thin, flesh colored, bra that had no bones or under wires. I smoothed the cups over my firm breasts, tweaking my nipples, making them hard and erect and was pleased with the result, the way they tented the thin material of my bra. I pulled on high cut tanga panties, also flesh colored. There was no gusset in the crotch which left the panties almost see through. They were quite tight and molded to my pussy, pulling into my slit, accentuating my swollen pussy lips. I wanted to finger fuck myself again, I felt so hot, but there wasn’t time. I selected a tight, white blouse with a low neckline, which fitted like a second skin. My breasts were accentuated perfectly. I pinched and pulled my nipples to see the effect and was pleased by the way that they stuck out prominently. A navy blue short, flared skirt completed my ensemble. I twirled around in front of the full-length mirror and saw my panties as the skirt flew outwards and up. I decided against stockings. I was ready to be seduced.

Bridgette was already at the office when I arrived. We greeted each other in the usual manner. I noticed her eyeing me up and down with raised eyebrows.

“Got a date Ash?” She asked with a smile. “You look hot.”

“Thank you Bridge.” I replied, pleased at the compliment. “Unfortunately not.”

“Well neither have I.” She said. “How about going for a drink after work? We should really show you off. You look ravishing. If I was a man, I would chase the pants off you.” She laughed.

“Oh get on with you.” I said blushing. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re a girl, Men don’t appeal to me at the moment.” There! I had dropped a hint. Now it was up to her. Bridgette looked at me with a frown, but said nothing. “A few drinks after work would be great.” I added.

The morning passed and nothing developed. Whenever Bridgette glanced my way, I put my shoulders back and pushed out my chest. My breasts strained against my thin clothing. When I walked around the office, I would turn with a flourish to let Bridgette see my sheer panties. She took no notice. “Oh well.” I thought. “Maybe she’s waiting till after work.”

Bridgette said she would be a bit late back from lunch. She had some business to attend to. I told her that would be OK. She was back about half an hour late. I went to the diner and sat at my usual table. I ordered my lunch and then only noticed that the blonde woman was sitting at her table already. We smiled and mouthed our usual greeting but this time she pursed her lips and mouthed a kiss to me. I was taken aback and looked away embarrassed. A few minutes later I stole a glance in her direction. She was standing up and collecting her things, getting ready to leave. She squatted down to retrieve her bag from the floor. She was facing me. Her tight mini rode up her thighs to her hips. She parted her thighs and I clearly saw her panties. They were RED, just like my present. “What a coincidence.” I thought. She walked in my direction on her way out and when she reached my table, she dropped a red rose on it in front of me. She continued on her way. I caught a whiff of her perfume. It was OPIUM. I looked down at the delicate flower. My heart was pounding in my chest, my body shaking. “HER.” I thought, dumbfounded. There was no mistake. The panties, the perfume and the rose. The stem of the rose was threaded through a piece of notepaper. I removed it with trembling hands. “I can’t get you out of my mind. I need you. I want to love you. Call me tonight please.” It said. There was a phone number, but no name. In panic I dropped the note in my handbag. I finished my lunch slowly, thinking of how I nearly made a fool of myself with Bridgette. I felt embarrassed about the way I had been flaunting myself in front of her. “What must she think of me?” The waitress brought my coffee. I asked her if she knew who the blonde woman was who sat at that table.

“I only know her name is Helen.” She said. “Now that I think of it, two weeks ago she asked me your name.”

I thanked her. Well that explained how she knew my name and where I worked. I retrieved the note from my bag and read it again. She, Helen, wanted me. My pussy was drooling at the thought. Helen was really stunning. I decided to phone her that night. I looked at my watch. I had overextended my lunch by half an hour. I returned to the office, dreading to have to face Bridgette.

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident. Bridgette was quite normal towards me. I sighed with relief. I was dying to tell her I now knew who was sending me roses. The day ended and the two of us went to a nearby pub to have the few drinks we had promised ourselves. Bridgette was about to perch her cute butt on a barstool when I stopped her.

“Lets sit over there.” I said, indicating a table in a secluded corner. “Ok.” She replied and we minced over to it. A waiter took our order. I needed something strong to settle my nerves and ordered a Jack Daniels on crushed ice. Bridgette ordered the same. I took a long pull and sighed.

Bridgette looked at me with a curious expression. “What gives girl? Come on. Out with it. You’ve been acting strange all day.”

I hesitated. Now reluctant to tell her my discovery. I took a deep breath. “You know the roses I have been getting?

“Yes.” She replied with interest. “You know who he is?” She asked excitedly. “Tell me.”

“It’s not a he.” I blurted out, and then told her about the bra and panties, and that they were wet. Bridgette stared at me in awe.

“I…Uh..I….Oh shit.” I stammered and gave a sniffle. “I…I..thought…”

“You thought it was me? Didn’t you?”

“Yes.” I sobbed. “I’m so sorry Bri.” Bridgette put her hand on my arm and patted me.

“Shhh….It’s ok. She said soothingly. “I don’t blame you for thinking that. It’s an intriguing thought though.” She said pensively. “Imagine me chasing after a woman. That could be something exciting.” She laughed sweetly and squeezed my arm.

Gaining a bit of courage I said. “Bri, the point is, when I thought that it was you, I wanted you.”

“Really? I’m flattered Ash.” She paused for a moment. “You’re not that way are you? I mean les or bi?”

“No. But I have fantasized and been curious about what it would be like to have a lady lover. And you?”

“No. Never even thought about it.”

“Are you disgusted with me?” I asked meekly.

“No. Not at all sweetie. I’m really flattered that you thought of me as being appealing.”

I then told Bridgette what had transpired at the diner. I told her the whole story. She listened in silence till I had finished my story. Then she wanted to know everything; age, was she attractive did I like her?

“What are you going to do about it Ash.” She asked. “Do you want to have a scene with her?”

“I don’t know. I must admit that the thought of having sex with her turns me on immensely.”

“If it turns you on, go for it girl. It couldn’t do any harm. Maybe she’s just teasing, or playing with your feelings.”

We dropped the subject and had another couple of drinks and then went our separate ways.

I had a shower, put on a negligee and watched TV while I tried to pluck up courage to phone Helen. I wasn’t really paying attention to the TV. The phone was next to me, and eventually I picked it up and dialed her number. When it started ringing, I chickened out and put it down. Five minutes later I phoned again. I let it ring a bit longer this time, but chickened out again. The third time I forced myself not to hang up.

“Hello.” It was her. Although we had never spoken, I knew instinctively it was her. I kept quiet. I could hear my deep breathing echoing in the phone. My hand was trembling and my heart pounding.

“Ashleigh is that you? Answer me please.” Still I kept silent. I didn’t know what to say. “I know it’s you. Speak to me please sweetie.” More silence. “You must be interested or you wouldn’t have phoned. Speak to me honey.” I drew in a deep breath. ”Yes it’s me.” I said quietly. “You’re Helen aren’t you.”

“Yes. I am Helen. I suppose you found out the same way I did.” Her voice was deep, but not as deep as a mans.

“Thank you for calling. I am so relieved. I want to see you. Please. I’m infatuated with you. I have been longing for you for weeks now. I have never done something like this before. I had to let you know my feelings somehow, I was going out of my mind. Please say you will see me. Please”

“Yes.” I finally answered. “I want to see you as well. I have never been with a woman before. In fact I have hardly been with men either.”

“When can we meet?” Helen asked. I thought I detected relief in her voice. I thought for a minute. Tomorrow was Friday and I didn’t work Saturdays.

“I’m free the weekend.” I replied.

“Will you come to my house tomorrow after work and stay for dinner?” She asked.

“Yes. I would like that.” I said. She gave me directions to her place. I hung up quickly, too nervous to continue the conversation.

I had another restless night, wondering what the next day would bring. I was feeling extremely horny, but refrained from masturbating

The next day I skipped lunch and went to the mall. I found a dress shop to buy a new outfit. I spent a long time deciding what to buy. Eventually I picked out a white camisole top, which was daringly low with spaghetti straps, and a full circle short white skirt. I also bought white thong panties. I left work early, had lunch at home and then languished in a bath, pampering myself with bubbles and fragrant bath salts. I trimmed my sparse, blonde pubic hair neatly and shaved around my pussy lips. I pulled on my new panties and sat at my dresser doing my makeup with care. I dabbed myself with perfume and even put some under my breasts and above my mound. I slipped on my camisole top and pulled on my skirt. No bra or stockings. I looked at my reflection and was pleased with the result. I thought I looked pretty good. I put my glasses in my bag and put in my contact lenses I picked up my car keys and left my apartment. It took about half an hour to find Helen’s place. Her directions had been very explicit and I found her apartment without any problems. At her door, I was once more a bag of nerves. I made myself calm down, pushed the doorbell and put my shoulders back, pushing out my breasts. A few seconds later, the door opened.

We met face to face for the first time. Helen looked gorgeous. Exquisitely made up, she was wearing a black halter-top and a red skirt with black lace edging on the hem. Her shapely legs were encased in sheer red stockings. Obviously red was her favorite color. I wondered whether she was wearing red underwear. She greeted me and ushered me inside. I could see she was just as nervous as I was. She led me through to a den, which had a small bar to one side. She offered me a drink and I opted for white wine when I noticed the opened bottle on the bar counter. We toasted each other hello. It was chat time and we both told each other the stories of our lives. Helen was twenty-nine and a widower. Her husband had been killed in a car accident five years ago, soon after they were married. She had no kids. Her husband had been quite wealthy and had plenty of insurance. She had been left very well off. She didn’t need to work, but did proof reading for a publishing firm to alleviate the boredom. Gradually the wine took effect and we relaxed more and more. I liked her immensely. After about two hours we were like old friends. We had almost finished the second bottle of wine, and were both a bit sloshed. The conversation turned to sex. Helen told me that she had been introduced to girl/girl sex about a year after her husband had been killed. She had since had a few lady lovers but not recently. There were no men in her life, she preferred women. I had already told her that I had never been with a woman before so it wasn’t necessary to repeat myself.

Helen put on some music and we danced close. I leaned into her, enjoying my first experience of being in another woman’s arms. She felt so soft and smelt divine. A woman’s smell. A mixture of perfume, body soap, shampoo and lipstick. She rubbed my back gently with the palms of her hands as we swayed slowly to the music. Our breasts were pressed together. Her one leg moved between my thighs and I liked the silky feel of her stockings against my thighs. Her one hand moved down to my butt and caressed my ass cheeks. She lifted her leg slightly and I lowered my body to let my burning pussy make contact with her thigh. I was getting wet and there wasn’t much fabric to cover my leaking pussy. My juices were smearing her thigh. I felt her pussy rubbing against my thigh. She was just as wet as I was. Her hand on my back moved to my shoulder and she hooked a finger under a strap of my top and slowly pulled it down my arm. Her other hand left my ass and pulled down my other strap. All the time she was humming happily in my ear. She pulled both straps lower and my breasts popped out of my top. My heart was hammering in my chest I was very excited. As if on queue, we both stopped dancing. Helen bent down and took a nipple between her soft lips. She kissed and sucked it into her mouth at the same time. I felt it harden instantly. She rolled the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She was doing things to my body that I had never experienced before. My nipples were rock hard and seemed to keep expanding. Helen tongued and sucked my aching nipples for a long time, alternating between the two till I thought I was going to go out of my mind. Her hands worked behind me on the fastener of my skirt. Her deft fingers soon had it undone. Next she pulled down the zipper and stood back from me slightly. My skirt fell to the floor of its own accord. I stepped out of it. She clasped my camisole in her hands and lifted it up. I felt it lifting my breasts as it passed under and then over them. She lifted the garment over my head and I pulled my arms free of the straps. She stood back, clutching my top, and stared at me. I was left in my thong and high heels. She tossed my top onto the settee.

“My God! You are so gorgeous.” She said, walking up to me. She took me in her arms and fastened her soft lips on my mouth. Her tongue moved from side to side tracing my lips. I opened my mouth slightly to let her tongue gain entry. My whole body was alive and tingling. I had never had such a sensuous kiss before. She eased me backwards till I felt the back of my thighs against the table. She pressed my shoulders down to make me sit on the edge. Helen dropped to her knees at my feet and tilted her head back to look up at me. Not taking her eyes off mine she moved her head closer to my throbbing pussy.

 

 Suddenly I was filled with lust. I wanted to take control. To tease her, to make her beg. My clit had swollen so much it was aching. It felt bigger than ever before. I lifted one leg to the table, parting my thighs to open my most intimate part to her. Her moist parted lips were only inches from my sopping wet panties. I knew her staring eyes could easily see the outline of my flared pussy lips and blond hairs through the sheer, wet material. My pink clit was distinctly visible poking straight out of my thong, creating a “tent.” The way her eyes strained, Helen could see my sopping wetness, the glistening pearls of female dew.  My molten pussy was no more than half an inch from her expressionless face. Helen was now squirming and licking her lips. I arched my back as if stretching. My engorged pink pussy lips burst out around my soaked thong, which was too skimpy to contain them. Every bump, crease, and wrinkle was visible under the stretched sheer fabric. Without any warning, she reached around me, cupping my tight creamy buns, pulling my panty-covered pussy into her face. I felt her long pink fingernails digging into my soft flesh, holding me tight. Her nose pushed my panty front deep between my flared pussy lips, while I could hear her deeply inhaling my musky womanly aroma. My engorged clit was pushed against her soft pink cheek. Her hot breath tickled my curly blond hairs, causing my sex to drool even more. Avoiding my bloated and very sensitive clit, her flat firm tongue quickly licked up the drops of my female cream seeping through the sheer material, like water through a screen. She slurped at my crotch. This attention made my pussy lips swell further, becoming more sensitive. Her face became magnetized to my hot wet crotch. Her long fingernails dropped down to the backs of my thighs, gripping me tightly, leaving deep red marks of what would have been sharp pain if I had not been so greatly aroused. Finally, completely frustrated, she jerked my sopping panties to one side. But I would have none of that. I pushed her away from my sex and stood up. I stood astride her and bent my legs, lowering my gaping pussy to her upturned face. Her tongue snaked out in anticipation. I lowered myself further till my sodden, panty covered cunt rested on her tongue. I allowed her only one lick and pulled away. I moved to the settee and sat on the edge, parting my thighs. Slowly I caressed my bulging genitals through my, now, transparent panties with both hands. Helen gave a groan and crawled over me to try and feast on my pussy again. Still I denied her and coaxed her around so that she was sitting between my spread thighs with her back to me. Her neck rested against my bulging sex. I caressed her shoulders, letting my wandering hands move lower. I played my fingers lightly across the tops of her heaving breasts. I slipped my hands inside her top and under her bra. I ran my palms over her soft, but firm orbs, strumming her nipples gently. I loved the feel of her smooth flesh, the turgid nipples hardening and expanding under my fingers. This was the first time I had ever touched another woman’s breasts. I loved it. I looked down at her and could see into her top. She was indeed wearing a red bra. I rocked my hips, letting my pussy rub against her neck. Helen was panting and moaning. I was reveling in the power I had over her. It became too much for her. She twisted round and grabbed for my panties, practically tearing them off me as she pulled the crotch aside and homed in with her tongue. I lifted my feet onto the cushions and spread my legs wide.

Again and again, harder and harder, she licked and slurped the sweet cream my pulsating cunt produced. Suddenly, getting very serious, her long probing tongue now curled lengthwise, forming a “U.” It thrust into my slick depths, tickling my silken pulsating walls, sending shivers up and down my spine. Then, just as quickly, it retreated, going back to only lightly licking my pussy lips, leaving my hot, gushing hole spasming with need. I looked down between my out thrust breasts at my quivering pussy. I had never seen my lips so swollen, or my clit so bloated. It was sticking far out of its sheath, begging for attention. I had lost my power over her. Helen now had possession of me and took control. Still on her knees she turned around so that she was facing me. She attacked my red bloated lips with a vengeance - kissing, then licking, then nibbling, and finally gently biting. I was delirious with passion and lust. It was the first time my pussy had ever been touched by a female. How I had yearned for this. It was more erotic and sensual than I could ever have imagined and she hadn’t even touched my clit yet I was ecstatic with pleasure, more than I could ever describe. Just as I was approaching an earth-shattering orgasm, my hot wet cunt moving in tight vertical circles around her firm sucking mouth and puckered lips, she stopped abruptly and pulled back.

“Nooo….” I begged. “Don’t stop. I want to CUMMM!” and arched my back, my pussy trying to remake contact with her glorious tongue.

The little tease looked up at me, as if questioning whether she should continue, totally in control. My juices glistened on her bright pink cheeks and red lips, and ran down her chin and neck.

“Not yet sugar. We’ve got the whole night ahead of us. And you willl CUM, but only when I allow it.”

 “My God!” I thought. “If this is only the beginning. What’s in store for me.” 

Helen got up off the floor and stood looking down at me. She lifted her top off over her head, revealing her pretty red bra, which was battling to contain her heaving breasts. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing matching red panties. She kept her underwear on and climbed onto the settee, straddling my tummy, with her back to me. As she swung her leg over me I caught a whiff of her excited pussy. Much like my own scent, but richer. She tucked her arms behind my knees and pulled my legs way back and apart so that my butt lifted clear off the settee cushions, and my pussy was in her face.

 Her mouth clamped onto my pussy lips, creating a seal. She sucked hard and probed my depths with her expert tongue. It felt as though my womb would be sucked out. Her jaw moved up and down as she licked and sucked. She was eating my cunt. Her nose kept mashing into my highly aroused clit and my pussy spasmed each time it did I was ready for a shattering orgasm again. But once more, Helen denied me. “The fucking bitch.” I thought to myself. Once again I squealed in frustration. Helen lowered my legs and climbed off me She left the room, but returned in minutes with a rug and a long box.

“Get up.” She ordered. Dropping the rug and the box on the settee. “Sit on the table.” I obeyed her stern voice meekly. As I stood up she ripped my soaking panties down and off. I felt my love juices running down the insides of my thighs. Gingerly I sat on the edge of the coffee table. My thick cream formed a puddle on the surface of the table between my spread thighs.

“Have you ever masturbated with a dildo?” She asked, lying back on the rug, which she had spread over the cushions. I shook my head negatively. “Well watch me and play with yourself at the same time. But don’t you dare cum.”

Helen pulled her skimpy red panties off and spread her creamy thighs wide. Slowly she ran her hands up her magnificent body and cupped her breasts in her hands. She squeezed and kneaded them through her bra. Her breasts swelled and strained against the thin fabric, finally popping out the top. Her tits were absolutely beautiful. Full, rounded orbs with fat nipples. Her hands strayed down between her thighs and caressed her gaping pussy, prizing the lips open, revealing her secret depths to me.

I stared in awe. My fingers found my own needy cunt and I copied her manipulations. Her hips rose and fell as she finger fucked herself. Her face contorted with lust. I felt my climax building but managed to control myself. Helen also stopped pleasuring herself. She reached into the box and pulled out a long, red double-ended dildo. It wasn’t very thick, but must have been all of eighteen inches long. She moved it up and down her slick crack till it was liberally coated with her viscous fluid. She eased the head into her opening till it was almost halfway and then withdrew it. It was now coated with her thick inner cream. She reversed the dildo and again pushed it into her cunt, but this time it had barely entered her. She beckoned me to her with her finger. I slid off the table. I wasn’t sure what she wanted. She instructed me to lie back with our pussies facing each other and to put my one leg over hers and the other under her other one. She held the other end of the dildo to my pussy opening and said. “Now slide towards me.” I maneuvered towards her and the long dildo pressed into my love hole. We were joined together by the fake phallus. I felt wicked.

Helen lifted her butt off the settee, I felt her calf muscles tense against the back of my thighs. Slowly she lifted and lowered her butt, rotating her hips in a sensual rhythm. She edged closer and closet to me. Her movements caused the dildo to wiggle and move in my pussy. I felt the stimulation arousing my craving pussy and copied her movements, bringing new sensations to my pussy. The dildo worked deeper into our gyrating cunts as we moved closer together I started bucking faster as the ‘cock’ penetrated me deeper. I looked between us, fascinated. Our pussies were now only two inches apart, joined together by the long dildo. It was so erotic. I didn’t know how much of the fake prick was inside me, and how much inside Helen, but it felt pretty far up my cunt.

Helen changed her rhythm. Her butt stayed clear of the cushions and her pelvis was jerking in short, quick movements. She pulled me towards her with her strong legs and our pussies met. Lips melted together in a ‘kiss.’ The long dildo our ‘tongues’, fighting for possession of each other’s cunts. Our highly aroused, prominent clits, our  ‘noses’ rubbing together. Helen twisted her body slightly and our pussies fused together more tightly. We continued gyrating our hips and settled into a rhythm. I learned quickly how to contract and relax my pussy muscles as Helen was doing. This caused the dildo to move backwards and forwards, penetrating each other deeply on alternate strokes. Helen was obviously more expert than I because the ‘cock’ kept going deeper and deeper into me, right up into my womb. I was delirious with pleasure. The stimulation was the most fantastic thing I had ever experienced. I wanted it to last forever. Apart from the dildo buried in my pussy, Helen’s cunt lips and clitoris were working on mine as our pussies slid over each other, squishing and gliding in our combined cunt cream. Sparks of electricity erupted in my convulsing cunt, the dildo hit bottom and I screamed out in ecstasy as I came. My arms, which were supporting me, were trembling so much, they gave way and I collapsed onto my back. Helen kept the dildo going in our cunts and my orgasm kept going on and on. I clutched my breasts hard and squeezed my nipples. Helen came explosively a few minutes later and I felt her hot girl cum flood over my pussy. We lay still, our pussies still joined by the dildo. After shocks trembled in my cunt for a while. Helen pulled back slowly. I clenched my pussy muscles, not wanting to loose the object of pleasure from my pussy just yet. The dildo came out of her pussy with a slurp. I looked down and saw that more than half of the dildo was embedded in my cunt. Helen stood up and peeled off her remaining under clothes. I stared at her gorgeous naked body. She reached down between my spread thighs and slowly removed the dildo. She took my hands and pulled me up.

 “Come.” Was all she said, and led me by the hand to her bedroom. She searched in her wardrobe and pulled out a yellow and blue robe. She pulled open a drawer and found a pair of white silk stockings.

“Put these on please darling.” She said and handed me the yellow robe and stockings. She put on the blue robe. I followed her to the kitchen where we had a meal, which she had been prepared earlier. We had a bit more wine to drink and returned to her bedroom. I had recuperated from the earlier onslaught to my pussy. Helen guided me onto her bed and made me kneel at the edge. She slipped the robe off my one shoulder and bent forward and took my one breast in her mouth.

Helen took as much of my breast into her mouth as she could and flicked my nipple with her tongue, bringing it to full erection immediately. She repeated this with my other breast. She removed my robe and climbed onto the bed behind me, putting her arms around me and lifting my breasts in the palms of her hands. Her light fingers played over my tingling flesh. They played lightly over my turgid nipples, bringing untold delights to my sensitive orbs. She kissed my earlobes and neck in all the right places. Her hands cupped my nipples and started squeezing and kneading them. She knew just how to tantalize me. Her strong fingers would start at the base and work outwards to my nipples. She caught the firm buds between her fingers and pulled them out till they could stretch no further and then release them, letting them snap back. She repeated this over and over, till my nipples were standing out further than they ever had in my life. I couldn’t believe they had become so elongated. They ached with a pleasurable pain.

“Ooo…..” I sighed with pleasure. “Look how you’ve aroused me. Look how big you’ve made my nipples.”

“Wait till I get to your cunt and work on your clit, darling, you’ve not felt anything yet.” Helen said softly in my ear.

“Ohhh… My God! You make me so hot.” I moaned, Excited by her dirty talk.

“Mnn… You like the dirty talk. Don’t you sugar?” She said, rubbing her palms over my breasts more vigorously. “I’m going to eat and fuck your beautiful cunt and make you cum like never before.”

“Oh! Shit Yesssss..” I cried with lust.

Helen removed her robe and pulled me down on the bed with her. She began to massage my shoulders and upper arms, rubbing them softly. Then her hands began to move down my front, massaging the tops of my breasts, then further down, squeezing them, pinching my nipples. As she did this, she began to kiss, nibble, and suck on my neck and my earlobes. Groaning, I turned in her arms, searching for her mouth with mine, moaning her name. Helen eluded my kiss, teasing me with her caresses, her hands moving down my stomach to my mound, where she began to trace my wet slit with her fingers. Feeling my body tense, my skin prickle with pleasure, my nipples harden, I moaned louder.

 

 “Please Helen...please...do whatever you want to me...I can’t stand this any longer! I want you...please....fuck me!”. I needed her to fill me....to lick and suck every last inch of my body, and even then, I wasn’t sure she could satisfy my lust. Helen responded to my words, pushing me back on the bed and straddling me. She began to kiss me passionately, her hands moving over my body in a frenzy. Her lips moved down my body, and as she took my hard nipple in her mouth, I felt her begin to grind herself against my thigh, her warm juices spreading over my skin. She sucked my nipples hard and long, pressing her tongue against them, and then teasing them by running her tongue around them. All the while, I felt her juices flow against me and over me, dripping down my thighs. I felt her begin to tense, knowing an orgasm was imminent, but then, Helen rolled off me. Surprised and disappointed, I cried out for her, begging her to cum on me, to drown me in her juices. She climbed on top of me, and began to rub her pussy against my own, making me moan. My hands immediately went to her breasts, squeezing them and massaging them. She slid a hand back and began to massage my clit, which was still sore. I groaned, but the pain soon turned to pleasure. She then began to move up my body, dripping her juices over me, until she reached my breasts. She began to rock her hips, using my large breasts to pleasure herself with. I watched her beautiful pussy intently as it rubbed against me, and I felt myself begin to lose control. My hands began to squeeze her breasts more roughly, and I reached around and began to knead her buttocks, slapping them every once in a while. This abuse of her breasts and buttocks made Helen moan even louder, and she began to thrust her hips even harder. Finally, I could not take it any more, and I pushed her off me and onto her back. I spread her legs wide and began to lap at her pussy, running my tongue from her asshole to her clit, over and over. I massaged the insides of her thighs as I began to suck her clit into my mouth. I heard Helen suck in air sharply, and her hips lifted off the bed. I stopped for a moment to calm her down, and then I slid my tongue into her pussy and began to pump my tongue in and out while my fingers rubbed her clit furiously. Helen began to groan and pant more loudly, her hips began to thrust more violently, and suddenly, she screamed my name and grabbed my hair as I felt her massive orgasm begin to take over her body. Her pussy clenched my tongue, and I felt this sudden burst of juices, as she squirted all over my face and tits. I drank in as much of her juices as I could, but I was still coated in it. Finally, Helen released me and collapsed on the bed. I reached up and began to kiss her. When she tasted her juices on me, she rolled me over and began to lick and suck every bit of juice from my mouth, cheeks, and breasts. Finally, when she was done, she got up. I begged her not to leave me.

 

She simply smiled and walked over to her dresser, opening a drawer. I saw her rummage around a bit, and then she smiled and showed me what she had been searching for: a long, thick vibrator. I groaned, knowing Helen would find endless ways to pleasure me with this toy, and knowing I would be able to do the same to her. Helen approached me, still with a completely sensuous smile on her face, and settled herself between my legs. She spread my legs wide, taking in my young, moist pussy, and I saw her lick her lips and then bite them, trying to restrain herself. She pressed the vibrator against my aching clit and turned the toy on. Immediately, I jumped and cried out, the vibration on my sensitive clit sending a mixture of exquisite pain and intense pleasure throughout my body. While my body was still adjusting to these sensations, Helen filled my pussy with two fingers and began to pump them in and out. My hips began to pump right along with her efforts. All I could do during Helen’s assault on my pussy was to groan and thrash, my hands flailing about. I grabbed at the covers on the bed, and then I grabbed at Helen and then whimpered when I found her just out of my reach. I began to pinch and pull at my nipples as I thrust my hips, and then I reached down to massage the insides of my thighs, trying to open up my pussy for Helen even more. This continued for some time, Helen bringing me close to orgasm several times, only to switch the vibrator off and to remove her fingers from my aching pussy. Finally, Helen had me position myself on my hands and knees, and I felt her settle behind me. She began to rub the tip of the vibrator around my asshole, making me moan from the pleasure. Then, the vibrator was replaced with her tongue, and she gently invaded my rear with her moist tongue. Just as I was becoming delirious with pleasure, Helen removed her tongue, and I felt the vibrator being thrust into my pussy. I cried out, groaning her name, loving being filled with the throbbing ‘cock’. Her fingers quickly found my clit and pressed hard, sending me into orbit. My orgasm came quickly, my body tensing, my head flying up. I screamed her name as I came over and over and over, and finally, I collapsed on the bed, exhausted from Helen’s assault on my body. Helen rolled me over and began to gently caress me, rubbing my thighs, my breasts, and my arms. She kissed me lovingly, nuzzling my neck. Then, whispering in my ear, she said, “You are magnificent my darling. But we need to rest. You must spend the night with me. I can’t bear to be without you tonight. Tomorrow we will fuck all day. I have many more surprises for you.” She snuggled up to me, and we fell into a deep sleep. Intertwined with one another, we rested our bodies for the intense sexual delights we would indulge in the next day.

 

                To be continued

 


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