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WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE READING ANY OF
MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE MATERIAL.
This story contains the graphical account of consensual sex
between a married woman and her daughter's friend. Although the
girl's exact age was not stated, it was stated that she was of
the legal age of consent for her state.
This story is a slightly embellished account of a true
experience. I am grateful to those who have shared their
experiences with me to serve as the basis for these stories and I
am always looking for more true experiences from others to write
about. The subject matter I find most interesting deals with
first time experiences, innocence lost, lactation, reluctance,
and trib.
In these stories I seek to share what I believe can be beautiful,
erotic or just enlightening experiences of real women. Feel free
to provide feedback (pro or con, but please spare me any flames) at
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
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"POOLSIDE"
by Ginny Walker, 2002
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
F/F FIST YOUNG 1st
It was a beautiful Monday in September, we finally had a slight
break from the sweltering heat and the temperature was a perfect
82 degrees. This was my day to do absolutely nothing and I was
going to enjoy every second of it. It was a school holiday but I
had dropped Amy off at play practice and had the the house to
myself. My summer ritual always started with 20 laps in the pool
and today was no exception. The next part of my usual ritual
typically involved doing laundry or vacuuming the house. But
today I was going to just sit by the pool and enjoy the last day
of summer, trying to build up enough of a tan to last me through
the winter. After cooking my front in the sun for about an hour
I oiled up my back as best I could and laid face down, untieing
my bikini top from around my neck and my back so I wouldn't get a
line.
I must have dozed off for 20 or 30 minutes when I heard the
fence gate latch clank open loudly. Startled, I jumped up onto
my elbows, forgetting I had untied my top, and immediately
fumbled for my top holding it against my chest. "Sorry Mrs.
Walters, didn't mean to scare you", a voice called out. I turned
and saw one of my daughter's volleyball teammates walking through
the gate. "Hi Candice", I replied, "I must have dozed off and
the gate woke me. "Is Amy inside", she asked? "No, she's at
play practice", I said. "Oh... Friday she had invited me over
swimming", Candice responded. I explained that her teacher had
decided last minute to have a rehearsal since there were still a
lot of kinks in the production to be worked out. "Bummer",
Candice said in a disappointed voice. "You're welcome to stay
and swim until she gets back", I offered. "Thanks, maybe for a
while anyway - seeing as I already have my suit on", was her reply.
Candice took her t-shirt off revealing a pink metallic bikini
top. Kind of spunky I thought to myself - trying to imagine me
wearing something like that - yeah right, a 36 year-old wearing a
metallic bikini, I chuckled to myself. Candice slipped out of
her shorts and I was a little shocked to see her bikini bottom
was a tonga style, showing way too much cheek for a girl her age,
I reasoned to myself. Candice turned and caught my eyes still
transfixed on her rear and I was immediately flushed from
embarrassment. I jerked my eyes away looking across the yard. I
attempted to forget my embarrassment as I enjoyed the heat of the
sun upon my bare back, dozing off once again.
I awoke sometime later sweating from the heat. Sitting up, I
retied my top before jumping into the pool. The water was so
refreshing and immediately cooled me off. Candice walked over to
the pool and dove in. Upon surfacing she let out a little
shriek, as I noticed her fumbling around with her midriff. "My
top" she squealed, as she repositioned the two little triangles
to their proper position. Apparently her bikini top had slipped
down around her stomach when she dove in. I almost laughed out
loud as I considered the reason it probably slipped down was
because there wasn't much filling it to keep it in place (Candice
wasn't quite as endowed as the other girls).
Swimming to the edge of the pool I told Candice I was going to
get a Diet Coke and asked if she would like one. "Sounds great"
came her reply as I climbed onto the deck. I dried off with my
towel and went into the house to retrieve the Cokes. Candice was
sitting on her lounge chair when I returned and we had a short
conversation about the volleyball team as we sipped our sodas.
She commented how Amy had really come a long way since the
beginning of the season "when she was a virgin player". I was a
little uncomfortable with her choice of words but just let it
slide.
Now cooled off, I decided to continue working on my tan as I
began to oil up once again. As I fumbled to reach around my back
I heard Candice speak up, "let me get that for you". Without
having time to comprehend the offer, much less respond positive
or negative, I was startled by the touch of Candice's hands on my
shoulder blades. I was speechless and sat motionless as she
spread oil over my shoulders and began to move down the center of
my back. I felt the pressure stop for a moment and was shocked
as I felt the string of my bikini top fall away loose. I quickly
grabbed for the thin strip of nylon as it began to fall away from
by body, holding it against me. Without the hindrance of the
string Candice began to spread the oil over my middle back. Her
pressure increased and I felt my body being pushed forward under
her touch. Now at an awkward position and unable to keep my
balance, I allowed myself to continue my movement until I was
laying flat on the lounge chair. Candice spread oil all over my
back and at one point I felt she had gone just a little too far
down my sides as she grazed past my ribs to where my breasts were
slightly bulging out from the weight I was resting on them.
Perhaps Candice realized this was a sensitive spot because she
quickly returned to the center of my back.
Gradually Candice moved lower until she was spreading oil over
my lower back just above my bikini waistband. I was beginning to
notice that this was taking more time than was necessary when she
finally removed her hands and I felt her lift up off the chair,
giving me some sense of relief. But then I felt her hands on my
ankles as she had apparently applied more oil to her hands. She
coated the back of my right calf up to just behind my knee, then
moved to my left. Then she moved back to my right leg, picking
up where she had left off, working oil from behind my knee up
along the back of my thigh. This was beginning to feel more like
a massage than someone helping to apply suntan oil to a few hard
to get spots. Candice was using both hands on my right thigh,
moving all the way up until she reached the back legband of my
bottoms, then she would move her right hand up the outside of my
thigh, up and over the string that was the side waistband of my
bikini. As her right hand proceeded up my hip, her left hand was
working the inside of my thigh and causing me to squirm a little
as I felt the back of her hand graze my left inner thigh . Her
hand was sandwiched between my legs which was increasing the
pressure to both legs. Making me even more uncomfortable, her
left hand worked its way all the way up to the inside leg band of
my bikini, right at my crotch.
My face began to flush, I felt so awkward but didn't know what
to cay to Candice. In an effort to lessen the stimulation this
was causing, I spread my legs apart slightly to ease the contact
of Candice's left hand as she moved it between my legs. I didn't
realize at the time that this probably sent the wrong message.
Candice removed her hands and I heard the plastic bottle as she
squeezed more oil onto her hands. She now worked the back of my
left thigh, again starting at my knee and working up. There
seemed to be a little more purpose in her hands now, with less
random roaming over my leg. Like a masseuse might do, she seemed
to be trying to effect some relief in my body - or maybe a
reaction. Like before, she used her outside hand to spread oil
up over my hip. As she worked the back of my thigh, her strokes
were more powerful and somewhat more rapid. On several strokes
her hand again encountered the rear legband of my bikini bottom,
but on one occasion her finger snagged it, pushing it up a little
rather than than just skimming over it. I could feel the air on
part of my rear cheek that was previously covered. For some
reason, I didn't pull it back down like I should have.
With her right hand in between my legs, Candice began to work my
thigh with more vigor. Like before, her hand would reach far up
between my legs but there wasn't quite the firm pressure due to
the separation of my thighs. Candice dwelled in that small
region far too long and I knew I needed to move or say something.
As if she were able to sense my impending action, she abruptly
slid her hand up my inner thigh, this time not stopping until her
hand had slipped under the inside legband of my bikini and her
finger had glided into my vagina. Her hand was so covered in oil
that there was not the least bit of resistance - and even if
there had been, it would have been overcome by the vaginal
moistness produced as a result of her 5 minute massage. I was
horrified and couldn't speak, managing only a deep "Uhhhhh..." as
she entered me.
My mind hadn't really processed what was happening - did she
just slip or was this deliberate? - my mind racing in those few
seconds following this act. Candice wasn't going to wait idly
for a response. She began to slide her finger in and out of me,
adding a second, and then a third finger. "Oh my god!" I thought
to myself as the reality hit me that Candice was masturbating me.
Attempting to regain control of the situation, I flipped over on
my chair, but Candice managed to keep her fingers firmly inserted
as I did. I glanced at her face for a second - she was biting
her lip and had this look of concentration. I immediately looked
down and was hit with the obscene sight of Candice's hand as it
disappeared into my bikini, causing the material to move
violently as she pistoned her fingers in and out of my vagina.
I willed to reach for her hand to pull it away, but my hand
would not respond. My body was eager to go to the place to which
Candice was leading us. I began an involuntary, audible
grunting, gradually increasing in tempo and volume, which Candice
matched perfectly with the pistoning of her hand. In just a few
more minutes I was on the edge. Suddenly I felt great pressure
between my legs and then a fullness within me. I began to scream
"Oh god Stop, Stop!" as I came explosively for Candice. It was
an experience unlike anything I had ever felt before. It took
hold of me and shook me from my pussy through to my very soul -
each spasm hitting me so hard I would actually miss a breath.
Still in the middle of my orgasm, I looked at Candice who now
had a look of satisfaction her face. Satisfaction that she was
able to do this to me - satisfaction that my body had responded
to her touch in this powerful way. She was focused completely on
what she was doing between my legs. I followed her eyes and
couldn't believe the sight as I witnessed that Candice had
managed to slip her entire hand inside my vagina. Feelings of
pleasure and pain simultaneously rattled every nerve in my body
as my orgasm continued. Finally, I began the slow decent from
this high point that even 17 years with my husband had never
before been made known to me.
Candice was now fucking me with her whole hand, her knuckles
pressing against my cervix, as if she sought to now enter my womb
itself. She would begin to draw out of me, my labia stretching
wide open as the beginning of her hand became visible. She held
her hand in a fist, determined not to have it evacuate the warm
wetness of my vagina. She was exploring my innermost hidden
place, determined to know me completely. She continued to
pleasure me with her fist and soon I was once more headed for
that ultimate, intimate thrill. Candice brought the woman out of
me so completely for a second time as I again came all over her
hand and wrist, the sound of squishing noises now attesting to
the magnitude of my orgasm. Finally, Candice's hand, covered in
both oil and my abundant cum, slipped out of my vagina as easily
and imperceptibly as it had slipped in. A moment later her slick
hand was spreading my juices all over my own breasts (my top had
not been retied and was lost during our frenzy). I welcomed her
exploration of my breasts - my body now completely surrendered to
her lusts.
I was still whimpering from the explosive reaction when I
noticed Candice sitting next to me on the lounger. She appeared
ready to ask me a question, but instead simply looked down.
After a brief pause, she brought both her hands up to the pink
metallic material of her bikini top. Sliding her palms over her
barely discernible mounds, she hooked her thumbs under the small
triangular patches and slid her top up, revealing her naked
breasts. Unlike the accidental flashing that occurred when she
had dived into the pool earlier, this was a calculated and
deliberate act on her part. She was revealing her breasts to me -
presenting them to me - offering them to me. I was intrigued by
her breasts - they were nearly flat, with pale white skin where
her bikini top had covered them. Her nipples were tiny little
pink bumps that barely protruded from her quarter-sized pink
areolas. The tiny protrusions almost looked pre-pubescent,
although I knew this was not at all the case. She had a somewhat
boyish build, yet I was struck by how feminine she really was.
So completely soft and delicate, like a newly budding flower.
Candice leaned forward bringing her left breast to my mouth. It
seemed like the right thing to do as I tentatively kissed it. I
gave a second kiss, this time, drawing my tongue across her tiny
nipple. Continuing my attention to her small teat, I then drew
her nipple into my mouth. I moved my tongue all over her flat
breast, feeling the smooth skin as it sat in contrast to the
rougher texture of her hardening nipple. I spread my saliva all
over the little pink bud as I felt it become engorged in my
mouth. Candice's soft "ewwws" encouraged me further. I released
her left breast and began to move to her right one. I caught
sight of the nipple that had been in my mouth - now very
different looking - the nipple was indiscernible from the areola.
Her areola no longer flat, it and the nipple had together become
quite puffy and formed a large, puffy cone shape. This
transformation excited me and I attacked her right nipple with
even more fervor. I found myself moaning softly as I devoured
her second nipple. I could feel its shape with my tongue as I
explored it in slow detail. I made a mental note of each bump
and wrinkle (one that still remains etched in my mind). Her
nipple felt huge in my mouth , the puffy surface tingling my my
senses as it danced an erotic and forbidden dance with my tongue.
Oh god, it felt so good in my mouth!
Suddenly, Candice pulled her breast away from me and she stood
up. Yanking her tonga bikini bottom to the side and exposing her
bare cunt through the stretched leg opening, she pleadingly said,
"lick my pussy". She stepped towards me and I was frozen in
repulsion at what she was asking of me. I stared at her naked
pussy contemplating my situation, replaying the events that had
brought me to this point, and considering how I could get out of
this predicament. I began to analyze the sight before me.
Candice's vulva was smooth and virtually hairless - not shaven,
as there was no stubble - just without much hair. Her vulva was
so puffy that her labia were not even visible - her outer lips
simply came together forming a thin, smooth slit. She was so
near to me now I could smell her scent - almost an herbal scent.
The memory of my two recent orgasms flooded my mind and I began
to respond to what stood before me. Her vulva looked so
beautiful to me and now seemed enticing. It no longer mattered
that this was another girl - I could deny her nothing. I was
like a fly caught in a spider's web - helpless and with my fate
having already been sealed. Concedingly, I planted a kiss on her
smooth mound.
My second kiss lingered a while as my eyes closed and I tasted
Candice for the first time. I pressed my face to her with more
zeal as I worked my tongue into her silken slit. The fabric of
her metallic bikini tickled my cheek as my tongue found the
opening to her vagina. I pointed my tongue and pressed it
through the little entrance. There was a distinctly different
taste now, slightly tangy. I let out a "mmmm..." as I drew the
first droplets of Candice's female juices from her vagina into my
mouth. I was being driven by animal instincts now, as I lapped
at Candice's pussy with abandon. I didn't understand why, but I
want this - I wanted her.
My jaw was growing tired from the oral exercise it was
performing for what seemed like 20 minutes. Candice began to
buck and she grabbed the the back of my head with both of her
hands and pulled my face hard against her. I kept penetrating
her vagina in and out with my tongue until I had trouble getting
a breath. Just as Candice began to orgasm I opened my mouth
wide, engulfing her entire vulva, and sucking her labia into my
mouth. My tongue raked her slit in an up and down flicking
motion as she came hard. I could feel her body spasm and then I
felt her begin to ooze cum into my mouth. Truthfully, it was
more like ejaculation than oozing as I soon had what felt like a
mouthful of Candice's cum. The flavor was potent and unlike
anything I had ever experienced. I reveled in the flavor of it
as it mixed with my saliva and rolled down my throat. I eagerly
drank down all that Candice had to offer me.
Afterwards, I felt the desire to feel Candice's skin against
mine. I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, the two of
us lying down on the lounge chair. My ample breasts pressed
tightly against her flat breasts - so vastly different, yet they
were a perfect match as nipple kissed nipple in a natural union
more beautiful than anything I had previously witnessed. The
cum that remained on my breast formed a sticky bridge to
Candice's breast as our nipples would pull apart and then meet
together again in a sensual embrace. My nipples are so sensitive
after I cum, and each time Candice's nipple would kiss mine, a
shiver would run through my body. Our thighs intertwined and our
leaking vaginas creamed the other's thighs, releasing the pungent
smell of female sex, which I found to be intoxicating. I
caressed Candice's back, occasionally sliding my hand down over
her shimmering bikini bottom, and then finally slipping my hand
under the waistband and into the crack of her ass. I teased her
with my finger sliding it up and down her crack, each time
reaching a little lower. Finally, I reached down and slipped my
finger between her labia. Then, pressing gently with two
fingers, I slipped effortlessly into Candice's vagina. She felt
so wet and so warm. Candice responded with her eyes - they were
pleading with me. She leaned to me and we kissed deeply. I
broke the kiss long enough to say "I think we've started
something that can't be stopped". As Candice's mouth engulfed
mine, I heard an "uh huh" as her reply reverberated within my own
mouth.
-THE END-
by Ginny Walker, 2002
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site www.geocities.com/wcollege2001
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