Category: lesbian

bitches making friends.

bitches making friends.

A good bitch feeding her sisters.

A good bitch feeding her sisters.

slut-problems: Bernadette and I have been toge…

slut-problems:

Bernadette and I have been together for almost three years. We’ve both been lesbians as long as I can remember, which is why the other night has us so confused. We had gone out to the party at our friend Shayna’s house and we got a little drunk. Okay, we got a lot drunk or this never would have happened. We were drinking tequila shots and singing the lyrics to “Pumped Up Kicks” when a strange guy walked over to us with a bottle of Patron. 

“You ladies want to try some real tequila?” he asked. I was hesitant. I’ve never trusted men and so I began to tell him to fuck off when Bernadette piped up with her answer before I could get mine out. 

“Hell yeah!” she said and she smiled at the guy as she danced and sang the chorus. “All the other kids with the pumped up kicks…” she sang and he took the bottle and poured it right into her mouth. She stopped, mid-lyric and drank from the bottle and then she raised her arms in a victory stance. “Patron is better, motherfuckers!” she screamed. I knew she was drunk, but I hadn’t seen her this drunk since her mother’s holiday party last Christmas, after which she’d sworn she’d never drink again. 

“Come with me, ladies,” the guy said and he pulled Bernadette behind him down the hall. I followed, mostly to make sure this guy wasn’t about to try anything. We hadn’t filled him in on the fact that we were lesbians yet and I wanted to be the one to tell him. I loved rejecting men. It was one of my pastimes. I must have lost my focus. I was just as drunk as they were! By the time he led her into the bedroom and shut the door I was upset. I pounded on the door. 

“Let me in! That’s my girlfriend you have in there!” I screamed and pounded.

“Oh fuck,” came his voice. “Hold on.” I heard him fumble with the lock on the door and he let me in. “I didn’t know this was a two for…” he smiled and I saw that he already had Bernadette’s top off. Her tits were covered with tequila, which was dripping down from her face. 

“A two for? Oh hell no! We are lesbians,” I said proudly and I waited for his shocked reaction. 

“Yeah, Bernadette told me. She also told me you owe her one threesome with a guy and she wants to collect. Isn’t that right, Bernadette?”

“Yup!” she said and then she let out a disgusting burp. 

“She obviously can’t think clearly,” I told the guy. 

“Yes I can! You owe me this!” she screamed at me and I thought back to the time when she had asked me if I would ever help her hook up with a guy. She had this morbid curiosity about cocks, even though she’d never taken one. She wanted to try it at least once before she died and I had promised her that if the opportunity arose that I would help her with it. I guess I just never figured it would actually happen. 

“Fine,” I said. “Let’s do this, Bern,” I said. “What do I need to do?” I asked the guy. 

“Just be here and help me make her cum. She wants to take my cock in all of her holes,” he explained. 

“All of them?” I marveled at this. 

“Let’s start with the mouth hole,” the guy said as he touched her lips with his fingers and pulled his cock out. “Why don’t you finger or lick her pussy while I fuck her mouth,” the guy suggested, and so I did as he asked me, getting down between her legs and fingering her while he shoved his cock down her lesbian throat. I watched with great interest as my girlfriend, who had never sucked a cock in her life sucked on this guy’s cock. It was pretty interesting and part of me was disgusted but the other part of me? Well, the other part of me was turned on that my girlfriend was such a drunk, little slut. I licked her pussy, tasting her horny juices. This was turning her on! 

She sucked him like a champion and I was starting to doubt Bernadette’s story. She was sucking his cock like a pro, leaving only one conclusion. She’d done this before. I wasn’t necessarily jealous. I was angry that she had lied to me. The guy pulled his cock from her mouth. 

“Wow, great cock sucking! You sure you’re a lesbian?” he asked her. 

“I’m sure! I did it!” she looked at me and stuck her hand up. I gave her a little high-five of support. 

“You ready for the pussy?” he asked her. 

“Okay!” she said excitedly. 

“Why don’t you sit on her face,” he instructed me, and it pissed me off to take orders from a man, but I was here to help my girlfriend and so I tried my best not to be full of hate. It was hard though, with a man in the room about to fuck my girlfriend. I situated myself on Bern’s face, but I faced the guy so I could watch him fuck her. A part of me didn’t want to watch, but the other part of me couldn’t bear to look away. Still, I kept my eyes fixed on her pussy as he pushed his cock in. 

I could feel her mouth stiffen as his cock plowed into her. She was screaming into my pussy as I rode her face and I could tell that she was really enjoying this. This was something that she had always wanted to try and I felt threatened, like now that she had cock she might not want to go back to me with my mouth and fingers. Would I need to buy a strap on and fuck her with it now? Everything was confusing. I watched her body shake and shudder as she came all over his dick. I ground my pussy into her face and I loved how good her mouth felt. I couldn’t help it. I began to cum all over her face and she was screaming, straining to breathe as he fucked her. 

Suddenly, he pulled his cock from her. “It’s time for anal! Let me find my lube, hold up,” he said and he disappeared into the bathroom. I dismounted from Bern’s face and I smiled down on her. 

“You okay?” I asked. “You having fun?” 

“Yeah! Wow, this is so much fun! Thank you for doing this with me. I know how hard it must be for you,” she said, a smile plastered on her face. 

“You think you can handle anal?” I asked her, remembering how she had reacted to just one of my fingers in her ass. She could barely take it. Now she was about to take a thick cock in there. 

“I’m going to try!” she said. At that moment, the guy returned with his lube. 

“I’m going to get under you,” he told Bernadette and he helped her slide her ass down on his cock. “Now you lick and finger fuck her pussy while I fuck her ass, okay?” He looked at me and I smiled back and gave him a thumbs up. I got to work on her clit and shoved two fingers in her pussy as he fucked her ass. 

Bernadette’s screams were intense, and getting more intense by the minute. I could tell she was in pain and so I tried desperately to lick her clit and give her some pleasure. I was licking her when all of a sudden I felt something weird happening. It was like she was about to erupt. I moved my mouth from her pussy and I fingered her g-spot hard. That’s when all hell broke loose. 

He was pounding her asshole hard when she began to cum, screaming harder and louder than I had ever heard her scream. 

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” she screamed and suddenly her pussy began to squirt. I hadn’t been aware that Bernadette was a squirter. In all the three years we had been together she had never squirted once. Now, here with a guy in her ass and me fingering her, her pussy was shooting cum like she was a fucking geyser! I marveled at how far it shot into the air, and just how much liquid there was. It landed on her and on me, and all over the bed. He was still fucking her asshole and so I fingered her g-spot again and she began to squirt another geyser of cum up into the air. I was so amazed by this that I got out my phone and tried to make her do it again so I could film it! 

Sure enough, Bern came like a fountain, yet again. I got it on video for her to watch back later. It was extraordinary! 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” the guy moaned and so I stuck my fingers back in my girlfriend and I fingered her as he blew his load into her asshole. When he was done he lifted her ass off of his cock and she went to the bathroom to clean up. He smiled at me. 

“Thank you for letting me fuck her. I know you weren’t exactly thrilled about this. You’re awesome!” he told me. 

“Thanks for saying that,” I said. 

“Do you want to try taking some cock too?” he asked me. “I’m happy to help you out if you’re curious too,” he told me. 

“Yeah, well, I’ve never thought about it,” I said. 

“Well, think about it now. I mean, I’ve fucked a lot of lesbians in my life,” he explained. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. I think sometimes they just want to try a cock just for the fuck of it. It can be fun if you let it be,” he said. By the time Bernadette came back from the bathroom the guy had me bent over and his cock was in my pussy. Bernadette held me and kissed me while I came on his cock. He came inside of me and when he was through I looked up at my girlfriend and smiled. 

“Wow. Maybe we’re not lesbians after all,” I told her. “I never thought I would enjoy cock so fucking much.” I had been resistant for so long, but the truth was now apparent. I had fucked a cock and I had enjoyed it. It flipped my whole sexuality on it’s head. 

“You two wouldn’t be the first lesbian conversion stories to happen on my cock,” the guy said proudly. We looked at each other. Had we been converted?

I was in over my head with Letty. I had given …

I was in over my head with Letty. I had given myself over to her and become her slave girl. We’d met online on Swing Low Chat and I’d decided that she was the kind of girl that I could worship. I could call her my mistress and respect her. 

“You’ll do anything I ask?” she’d asked me online. 

“Yes, Mistress. I’ll do anything for you.” I flashed back to my words in my mind and I knew I had to do what Letty demanded. Now she had me chained to the wall, my hands locked in shackles. My feet were chained to the floor, my legs spread. Letty was wearing a sexy outfit. It was a black bodysuit with leather pants. She had a whip in her hand and she took aim at my clit. She cracked the whip so it snapped just in font of my pussy. I gasped with fear, unable to believe that she had almost hit my clit with that whip. 

“Please don’t hurt my clit!” I begged her. 

“If you’re going to address me, you address me as Mistress. Do you understand?” she asked. 

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s a good girl.” She pulled down he leather pants and she bent over right in front of me so that her ass was in my face. “Lick my ass, you little slut!” Her ass was resting on my tongue and I wanted to lick it. I’d been dying to be made to lick her ass and pussy and serve her in every possible way. I loved being made to lick her anywhere and everywhere she required it. 

“Yes, Mistress!” I said happily and I buried my tongue into her ass, pushing my tongue deep into her. She deserved to feel good and so I worked her asshole with my tongue, trying my best to please her. 

“Ohhh fuck yeah. Keep licking slut!” she called to me and I didn’t dare stop. I wanted her to know how much I loved serving her, and so I served her asshole with my tongue until she pulled it away from me and took off her bodysuit, exposing her breasts. “Lick my nipples,” she commanded. 

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, desperately licking, sucking and gently biting her nipples. I listened to her moan, happy with what I was doing with my tongue. 

“You are such a good girl. Now eat my pussy.” She straddled me and squatted down so that her pussy was resting on my tongue. “Lick it, slut.” I licked her pussy for her. Concentrating with all of my might on bringing her pleasure. She gripped me by the hair and rubbed her pussy all over my face, using my face to get herself off. I couldn’t believe how good it made me feel to serve Letty with my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to please her and I knew that in return I would be pleased. As if she could read my thoughts she pulled her pussy from my mouth and gave me a deep kiss. 

“Your turn to cum, slut.” She stuck two fingers inside of me and hooked them to my g-spot as she bent down and sucked on my clit for me. Between her fingers moving in and out of me and her tongue on my clit, I came my fucking ass off. I was screaming and thrashing about against my restraints. 

“YES MISTRESS! YES MISTRESS!” I screamed and as my orgasm faded she gently removed her fingers from my pussy and her mouth from my clit. 

“Now wait here for me. I need to have some dinner. I’ll be back when I’m done and you can clean my pussy with your tongue again.” 

“Wait Mistress! Do I get dinner?” She had the whip in her hand and she cracked it, this time hitting me in the clit with it. I let out a sick moan. “Owww!” I cried.

“That was your dinner slut. I’ll feed you more in a while.” 

“But Mistress!” 

“Don’t you talk back to me!” she screamed and I shrunk down, afraid to upset her. 

“Yes, Mistress,” I said meekly. I would have to wait for her to return. I needed to be a good slave for her. I wanted her to keep me, and I wanted her to keep making me eat her ass the way she just had. My clit burned from it’s whipping, but it was a burn that was making my pussy wetter. I needed my mistress back. I craved her. My pussy was burning for her. 

I’d always thought that I was submissive woman…

I’d always thought that I was submissive woman. My whole life I had been with men, and I’d always let them manhandle me and do things to me that I wouldn’t tell anyone about. I loved the way it felt to let go of my control and give it to someone else. I enjoyed it, and I thought that was the way it would always be until I met Rachelle. 

There was something about her that made me deeply uncomfortable. I couldn’t figure out what it was about her, but I realized that I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to make her scream with pain and I wanted to fucking make her fuck for me. I wanted to shove shit in her pussy, lots of objects. I looked around the room and began to imagine myself shoving these objects into her cunt. The candlesticks would be fun, and the long, slender vase that was filled with one single flower; a long-stemmed red rose. 

My friend Roxy, and Rachelle’s roommate, introduced us and I shook her hand and my mouth dropped open. I could tell Rachelle knew she was having an impact on me. Her smile curled slightly to the left, as if we had shared a secret between us. I raised my eyebrows at her and I wanted to smack the shit out of her perfect, pretty face. I wanted to…fuck her. Not like a girl. I wanted to fuck her like a guy, as if I were a guy, and I felt like one. Suddenly I felt aggressive, and angry and I couldn’t seem to stop myself from going after her. It was as if instinct had taken over me, and I was powerless to stop it. 

I got up and moved to her, leaning in to where my mouth was next to her ear. I leaned further until I could smell her hair and I let the scent flood my senses. I was momentarily distracted by her, but then the anger came back, my will to hurt her rising. 

“We should go somewhere where we can be alone,” I whispered. “Take me somewhere private,” I ordered her and she nodded. 

“Come this way,” she pulled me until we were in a bedroom. She locked the door and gave me a naughty look, one that dared me to do something to her. I knew that look. I’d given it to men plenty of times, but now Rachelle was doing it to me, and it was having the desired effect. I pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. I covered her mouth with kisses and I watched myself, in awe at how I’d changed. I was dominant now with Rachelle, and I could feel the power of having her under my control coursing through me like a drug. I wanted to fucking hurt her and so I choked her frail little neck as I kissed her. I moved my other hand to her pussy and fingered here, hitting her G-spot with a fierceness that made her writhe and scream with pleasure. 

“You like this, don’t you, you little slut?” I asked her, sounding just like all the men that had dominated me in the past. I became them as I ordered her around. “You have any dildos in this place?” I asked her, almost hoping she would say no so I could fuck her with a spatula or a softball bat. 

“Yes. Right here. This is my room,” she explained and she fished out a harness with a strapped on dildo. I smiled with pleasure. For some reason, this was perfect. I had been feeling like a man, like the kind of guy who could take control. And now I had my very own cock for the first time, and my very first slut to fuck with it! I strapped it onto my body and smiled sadistically. I had a dick now. And I was going to use it. 

“Rachelle, you’re a fucking slut. Get on your hands and knees. Stick that whore pussy out for me.” I liked how commanding I was. I sounded like someone she should listen to, and she did. She let out a cute, little moan and she scrambled into position. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her taut so her back was in a reverse arch. She looked so slutty as I shoved the plastic cock into her waiting pussy. She let out a long, howl that made me so much more horny than I’d ever been. I’d never wanted to destroy someone before, but something inside of me knew that Rachelle needed this just as much as I did. I fucked her so ridiculously hard, harder than any man had ever dared to fuck me. 

Rachelle came hard on my plastic dick and I watched as she had orgasm after orgasm, only encouraging me to fuck her even harder. I grabbed her neck and choked her hard. It came so naturally, so perfectly. I couldn’t seem to stop myself, as my hips thrust into her, and my heart was fierce with the passion of a dominant man. Except I wasn’t a man, and I knew it. I was just a woman who had lost her fucking mind. I was just a woman who had only been submissive, and suddenly had snapped. I blamed Rachelle for this. She was the first girl I had ever fucked, and yet she was the one that brought out the man in me, the man in me I’d never known I’d had. 

I came to a stop as my lungs ran out of air and I collapsed, tired from all of my anger and inner torment. Rachel lay in a heap and I found her body with mine and held her tightly, as if she were my life raft. I was scared by the way I had acted and the things I had felt, but Rachelle didn’t seem to notice. Instead, her mouth found mine and she kissed my mouth and my neck and then down to the plastic cock. She loosened the harness, and let the dick drop away. Then she parted my pussy lips and she licked my clit for me. I hadn’t realized the orgasm that I had been harboring, but as Rachelle released it I felt something inside of me shift. I let myself scream and cum all over her pretty, little face. I felt so vulnerable then as I came for her, and I wondered if men felt this way when they fell in love. I wondered if men felt weak when they let their guard down and let a beautiful woman make them cum. 

“It’s so boring,” Latisha said as we sat on he…

“It’s so boring,” Latisha said as we sat on her bed in our bikinis watching Netflix. It was summer and we’d been swimming all day long, but now it was just us and we were at a loss for things to do. 

“I know. Everyone’s gone. What should we do?” I asked. 

“I have an idea, but you might not be able to handle it,” I smiled wickedly her way and she looked at me with curiosity, 

“Tell me!” 

“Only if you promise not to freak out. Do you promise?” I asked her. 

“Okay, I promise,” Latisha said, her eyes wide and her face tilted to the side in a way that made me want to fuck her. I’d been crushing on Latisha for a while now, but I’d been too chicken to say anything to her about it. 

“I think we should make each other cum,” I announced with a smile. I looked pleased with myself as Latisha took in this piece of information. 

“Eww! I’m not a lesbian!” she said with disgust. 

“Neither am I?” I said, trying to explain. “But we’re bored, and we both have pussies. Getting each other off doesn’t make us lesbians.” 

“It doesn’t?” she asked. 

“Of course not. We’re just practicing for guys. Watch. Close your eyes,” I told her and when she did I kissed her mouth gently. I could feel something for Latisha as I kissed her. She was my best friend, but she as also something else. She was the girl I’d wanted to fuck since I’d learned that girls could do that together. I thought about what her pussy would taste like and what she’d look like when she came. 

“That gave me chills,” she murmured and so I kissed her again. 

“Let me make you cum,” I whispered as I pulled away. “Come here,” I pulled her bikini bottoms off of her and buried my face into her pussy. I licked her the way I had always imagined in my mind and I listened to her screams of pleasure, as she begged me for more and more. 

“No guy has ever made me feel like this,” Latisha said breathlessly. 

“Just wait,” I told her and I went to my drawer and grabbed my box of toys. I found a black butt plug and I lubed it up. “Spread your legs for me. This might feel a little weird,” I explained as I fingered her asshole. 

“I don’t do butt stuff!” Latisha cried in a scared voice. 

“Just trust me,” I begged her and I shoved the plug in and watched it get sucked up inside of her. Then I held her as I kissed her deeply. I fingered her pussy until she was a wet, little mess and then I kissed her some more. “How does it feel now?” 

“So good. Oh my God!” 

“Here, come sit in my lap,” I showed her where to sit. We faced the mirror, sitting on me bed, Latisha in front of me, my arms wrapped around her. I reached around to her pussy and began to rub it the way that I would rub my own clit. I went nuts on her clit and I listened to her cries of pleasure and screams of joy! She was enjoying herself. I could tell by the way her body shook and shuddered. She had tasted every bit as sweet as I’d always dreamed, and now she was all mine, her legs spread and her cum dripping all over my bed. I knew I was never going to change the sheets again. Not after this. I would sleep in Latisha’s cum forever.

“More?” I asked her, and she cried out for me as she came again. 

“Please! MORE!” she screamed and I smiled. This was way better than anything I had imagined in my fantasies. I hoped Latisha saw it that way too. In fact, it was going to be really hard going back to being just friends with Latisha, but if I played my cards right that wouldn’t have to be the case. If I made her cum hard enough, maybe we could be more than just friends. 

Human slut-o-pede

Human slut-o-pede

When I find a girl like you, I know what I mus…

When I find a girl like you, I know what I must do. I know I can’t resist the pull of that pussy on my heart. I stalk you until you give in, even though you didn’t want to start. I know you can’t pretend that you don’t see the way that I look at you, the way that I think about you when I fuck myself. You’re not stupid. You can see it in my eyes. You know where I’ll end up is right between your thighs. 

You might as well give in, even if you’ve never been with a girl. There’s a first time for everything. Isn’t there? I’ll introduce you to my tongue, and give that clit a tongue swirl. There you go. Open those legs and close those pretty eyes. Let my tongue take you away, let me hear those pleasure cries. 

Spread that pussy, spread that soul for me. Let me see you in your imperfect splendor, the way you sparkle and shine. I can’t pretend I don’t feel the things that I do, and wish that you were mine. As I lick to your center, as I savor what’s you. I can’t pretend that I don’t want more. I can’t pretend that this is the end, now that I’ve licked you to your core. I want you every fucking day, opened up and giving in. I know you’ll get it in the end, you’ll see through my disguise. Maybe then you’ll understand, I’ll love you more than all those guys. 

Everyone remembers the day that Abby Tillman f…

Everyone remembers the day that Abby Tillman fucked Abraham Tucker on the bus on the way home from The Museum of Tolerance. It was the first co-ed field trip they’d ever allowed for our two private schools to do. We were given a lecture about being responsible and everything had been by the book the whole way there. 

The field trip had been interesting, but no one had been paying attention to the docent, as he spoke about racism and tolerance. Instead, we watched as Abby Tillman and Abraham Tucker went from flirting to holding hands. Before we knew it they were making out at every turn. Whenever our teachers would look away, they were all over each other. 

“Look, his hand is up her skirt,” Becca whispered to the other girls in our group and we all turned to see that it was true. Abby’s face was fixed into a look of concentration as she tried not to let her expression reveal the intense pleasure she was feeling. Abraham was really finger fucking her and her body began to shake as we all looked on, oblivious to the docent’s commands for our attention. 

By lunchtime we were all in awe as Abraham took Abby back behind the dumpster. We all took turns creeping over to get a look. I walked with two of my friends to where we could see. Abby Tillman had her skirt flipped up and I watched as Abraham’s cock moved in and out of her. I’d never seen anyone actually fuck before, but I wasn’t shocked. It seemed so natural, and I wondered when it would be my turn to get fucked the way that Abby was. I knew I was old enough to fuck, I just hadn’t had any guys show interest in me, and I wasn’t sure quite how to make that happen. 

Abby had everything going for her. Her long, dark hair was perfectly straight and even without make-up she looked like she had spent hours in the mirror getting ready. Girls like her had it easy. All the guys wanted her. I watched her with envy as his cock moved in and out of her. She was moaning loudly enough for me to hear and the sounds she was making made something inside of me ache. I wanted something, I just didn’t know what it was I wanted. 

After lunch we did the rest of the tour and I let myself follow Abby wherever she went. I watched as she let Abraham finger her, kiss her and grope her as we walked along, and then stopped. Every time they stopped he touched her or kissed her. I wished for hands like his all over my body the way he was all over Abby. It’s all I wanted, and I felt my own pussy dripping with wetness. I was swollen with lust as I got onto that bus at the end of our trip. 

I made sure I was sitting where I would have a clear view of Abraham and Abby. I watched with interest as Abby handed our teachers some cookies her mother had made for them. She also gave them two juice boxes to wash their cookies down. 

“Your mother is amazing. Tell her I said thank you,” Mrs. Jenkins said, happily, popping the cookie into her mouth. The bus took off and we settled in for the two hour drive. I kept my eyes on Abby Tillman and sure enough, she spread her legs for Abraham and begged him to fuck her. I could hear her begging him. 

“Please fuck me.” 

“We can’t this is the bus.” 

“I gave the teachers the special cookies.” 

“You did!?”

“Yes.” 

“Oh my God, they are passed out,” he said with a laugh and my head turned to where our teachers lay against the windows, passed out. 

“Fuck me,” she begged. 

“What about everyone else?” Abraham asked her. 

“Fuck it. They like to watch. Don’t they Barbara?” Abby said, looking into my eyes. I hadn’t realized she even knew my name. She’d never said much to me before. 

“Yeah,” I said. “I like to watch.” My eyes met Abby’s and she gave me a delicious smile that made my pussy want something from her. I had never felt the way I was feeling as I watched Abby pull Abraham’s cock from his pants. She stroked it as she looked at me, putting on a show. My mouth dropped open with disbelief. She was such a slut! 

Her mouth wrapped around his cock, but she kept her eyes on me as she sucked him. My pussy was dripping, soaking my panties to an uncomfortable saturation point. I shifted in my seat and unbuttoned my pants. I let out a sigh of relief as my fingers found my clit and I rubbed it, watching Abby as she pulled his cock from her mouth and got on his cock. 

She rode him, her ass facing me and I could see his cock stretching her out and her tight, little asshole. I felt my pussy surge with heat and I wanted something so much. I just didn’t know what it was, exactly. I rubbed my clit until I was moaning, letting out a slow moan that attracted the attention of some of my other classmates. 

“Look at Barbara!” I heard someone say about me. I was rubbing my pussy hard and fast. I didn’t care who saw me. I was so horny watching Abby as she changed her position. 

He was sitting in the seat, his legs in the aisle. She was on top of him, facing me. She looked at me and gave me a naughty smirk as she rode him, bracing herself on the tops of the seat as she used them for leverage. She was fucking him harder and faster and the rest of the bus was now aware that Abby was being slutty. 

“WHORE!” came a call from one of the guys. Suddenly everyone was on the edge of their seats. Cameras came out and the filming began. Abby smiled at everyone, obviously loving that she was doing something wrong and that she was the center of attention for it. She began to moan a bit and the bus driver looked like he was clueing in on what was happening. We formed a wall of bodies in front of Abby, blocking her from the driver’s view and we watched and prayed, hoping that one day we could be as cool as Abby was. 

“Come here Barbara,” Abby called to me as she continued to bounce on Abraham’s big dick. I almost couldn’t believe she was talking to me, but she called me by name and pointed at me, then beckoned me to come to her. I moved to her, afraid of what was going to happen, but so enamored with her that I couldn’t stop myself. 

“Kiss me, Barbara,” she moaned, stretching her arms out toward me. I let her pull me in and she kissed me before I could stop it. I’d never kissed anyone before other than my relatives. I’d always wanted to be kissed, and in my mind I’d envisioned it would be with a guy the first time. But this kiss was nice and as I allowed it to continue she stuck her tongue in my mouth and began to move it around. I could feel her body being jostled by Abraham’s cock. 

“She just kissed a girl!” someone yelled and now even the students who had been ignoring Abby were watching her as she pushed my head down to her pussy. 

“Lick my pussy, Barbara.” 

“I um, I don’t know…” I was scared as she pushed my face into her pussy. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, not with all those cameras out. But I couldn’t stop myself. I lapped at her pussy the best I could, enjoying being made to do something sexual by such a pretty girl. I ate her pussy, realizing as I did it that this was what I was made to do. Suddenly, it all made sense. I wasn’t into guys the way I was into Abby. I hadn’t been watching Abraham’s cock as he fucked her. I’d been watching Abby Tillman from the start. She was beautiful and naughty, and her pussy tasted so good. 

“Cum in her pussy!” someone said in a loud whisper. Our classmates had formed a tight huddle around us and I heard Abraham grunt as he came into of her. When he was done he lifted her by the hips off of his cock and swung his legs toward the window. Abby kept her legs open. 

“You ever seen a cream pie before?” she asked me. 

“A what?” I asked, stupidly. I didn’t know that much about sex. 

“Watch,” she told me and then she began to squeeze Abraham’s cum from her pussy. “Have you ever tasted cum before?” 

“Ewww. No!” I cried. 

“Try it,” she said, and she stuck her finger into her pussy and pulled it back out. She lifted her finger to my mouth. I hesitated, but everyone was watching me and I wanted to be cool. I wanted everyone to think I was sexually advanced and so I licked her finger. It tasted bitter, and strange. It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t good. “Good?” she asked.

“No, it’s weird.” 

“Try some more,” she said and she pushed my face into her pussy. Everyone was laughing and taking pictures and videos as she made me eat her pussy. I probably should have hated it, but as I looked up at her and saw how much making me clean her up was making her happy, I let it happen for her. All these other people didn’t matter. The girl I really wanted to impress was right in front of me. I buried my face in her pussy and I showed her how hungry for her I was. I showed her how I would do whatever she liked. 

“Good girl, Barbara. You’re so much cooler than I thought. Come sit by us,” she smiled, pulling me up and patting the seat behind her. I moved there and she began to talk to me about everything she loved about what we had just done. “I’m glad we got closer on this trip, Barbara. Honestly, if I knew you liked eating pussy I would have hit you up a long time ago.” 

“You don’t think we’re going to hell for being lesbians?” I asked her. 

“No way. We’re not lesbians. We’re bisexual. So don’t worry. We’re not going to hell.” Then she gave me the kind of kiss that legends are made of. The next day our video was all over the internet. Everyone saw it, including my parents. Luckily we were all over eighteen or it would have been considered child porn. But it was all worth it, because after that, Abby and I became best friends. She let me fuck her all the time, and she taught me everything she knew about fucking guys. Now we fuck all kinds of hot guys together and it’s perfect. Abby Tillman may have been the biggest slut in the school, but now I was the second biggest slut. And everyone seemed to like me a lot more when I was sucking and fucking anyway. 

My massage therapist keeps stringing me along,…

My massage therapist keeps stringing me along, making me want her more and more with every session. It took a while to get her to the point where she massages my clit for most of the session. She tells me that I’m the only one she does this with, but I know it isn’t true. I know she’s just playing me trying to make her money. It’s just that I really like the way she makes me feel, and the orgasms she gives me are so much better than the ones my girlfriend gives me. 

“There you go, how does that feel?” she asks as she runs a vibrator on my clit and inserts it into my pussy. Between her hands and it’s vibrations I’m breathing heavily and I can feel my pussy begin to gush with wetness, soaking the sheets. 

“So good. Thanks you, Melissa!” I cry out and she looks down on me with a satisfied smile. 

“That’s four orgasms already. Should we try for another?” she asks. 

“Oh yes!” I begged. 

“Okay then,” she says and she turns up the vibration to the highest setting and her fingers slip inside of my pussy as the vibe remains on my clit. “You’re such a hot girl with a hot body. I don’t know why you even need to come here. Most of the girls I get on my table are ugly or fat. You’re pretty and you have a pretty, little pussy,” Melissa said. 

“Thank you,” I whispered and I could feel my clit taking off, soaring with pleasure as Melissa made me cum for a fifth time. She really was a miracle worker and part of me wished that she could give me more. “Can you do something extra for me today? Something different?” I asked. 

“Sure, what?” Melissa asked. 

“Lick my pussy for me,” I begged. I’d asked her before and she’d always said no, but today I could see she was really thinking about it. 

“You know I shouldn’t, but maybe just this once.” 

“Really?” I asked and she answered by pulling the vibrator away and replacing it with her soft tongue. Her tongue was highly skilled and I began to wonder if she had duped me. She was so good at oral that I was certain she probably did it to other clients. It made me jealous in a way, but as soon as I came for the sixth time, covering Melissa’s chin with my pussy juice I didn’t care about anything else. It was a perfect orgasm and Melissa smiled at me as she handed me a towel to mop up. 

“Well, that’s our time for today, but I’ll see you next week? Right?” she asked me. 

“Of course,” I said, and of course she would. I handed her a twenty dollar tip. I’d been coming her for almost a year now, and my girlfriend had no idea what kind of massage I went for once a week. Melissa was my dirty, little secret and I couldn’t believe I’d finally gotten her to cross that line and lick me off. I felt accomplished as I paid for my massage and went out into the light of the day. I felt refreshed and happy, just the way I always did after I saw Melissa. 

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