I had met Saint Peter the Apostle in my late teen, he was my maiden boyfriend, he took my virginity, we had been together for many, many years. Sex was very average, it wasn't until the explosion of erotic fiction onto the book market that I started to realise how dirt he actually was. Sex was often uncomfortable, I never climaxed, he continually wanted me to imbibe him off but never gave me viva. He introduced me to porn later on in our relationship, I must confess I never could get into it but what did seem to twist me on was girl on miss activity. My pussy would become wet, for the rice beer of my sanity, it was easier to intimate a porn picture with lesbian action, me to put myself on all quatern, watching it, while he happily banged away. I still never came but at to the lowest degree my puss became lubricated to accommodate him. I masturbated alone at every opportunity.

When I was in my later thirties, I had a really good friendship with a lady called Lynn. We got on instantaneously on our first meeting, similar ilk and dislikes and dependable company. I knew she was a gay woman and I confess some of my lonely masturbation Roger Huntington Sessions were helped along by closing my eyes and fantasising that Lynn was with me. We had been friends for many years and never once did she show any interest in me and to be dependable how would I react if she did, probably run away in blind scare ?

My human relationship with dick was getting to the point where one of us needed to do something about it. Sex didn't happen thank goodness, he was working all minute and the relaxation of the time he was out socialising with his rugby mates. I was discontented and lonely, feeling finally that this family relationship could not comport on, we lived together but that was no prospicient an excuse and it was time I did something about it.

Peter had gone away on a rugby weekend and Lynn knew I was alone and invited me to supper on the Saturday Night. She was an splendid cook, so armed with a span of bottles of near vino, I drove to her home looking forward to a unbend eve with my friend.

The food had been delectable, having finished pud and cleared away, we moved to the waiting room surface area, flopping down on the sofa to extend the second bottle of wine.

‘ You're not yourself tonight. What's going on with you, is it that useless article, Simon Peter again ?'Lynn asked.

I sighed deeply,

‘ Oh Lynn, you know me too well. I really can not continue living with him any longer. We are with each other purely out of use and it isn't doing either of us any good.'

‘ Do you love him ?'she enquired.

‘ Hell no, the dearest died a prospicient fourth dimension ago. Actually, I don't even know if you'd visit it love. Teenage lust probably. I am really no longer attracted to him, our sex life doesn't happen and wasn't any sound when we did !'I complained.

‘ How…..what…..do you mean ?'Lynn pushed.

‘ Well, he took my virginity, had no melodic theme what foreplay was, expected me to take in him off but wouldn't reciprocate and as for an climax for me, he wouldn't know what one was ! Oh my god Lynn, I'm sorry to be so candid, I can't help but say it as it is !'I apologised

Lynn laughed,

‘ Don't apologise, I'm sorry I am laughing, it's not funny, I can't believe you are still with him after all these years if that's the way he treats you.'

I couldn't assist myself as the tears pricked the backs of my optic and started to stray down my cheeks. Lynn shuffled over from the former end of the couch and sat facing me sideways on, pulling me into her shoulder.

‘ Hey, don't cry ! You deserve so much Sir Thomas More. You are beautiful, variety and funny remark. Don't ever forget that, his deprivation is someone else's gain.'

I snuffled into her shoulder, grateful for her support when I felt so low.

‘ Hey, look at me.'She pushed my berm away from her and I brought my eyes up to wait at her.

She moved forward and kissed me softly on the sassing. I pulled back in shock at the inter-group communication. Taking my side in both her script, she kissed me again, her lips softly bushing against mine and then I felt her tongue stroke the wrinkle of my back talk. I exhaled, opening my mouth to accept her tongue as she gently pushed for a deeper kiss. Her tongue explored my mouthpiece, stroking inside, increasing the pressure and my heart and soul started to beat so fast. I was not for sure how to react, part of me was so unsure but that other nagging portion of me wanted it and more.

She pulled back, smiling at me and stroking my cheek. Her caresses continued, her hands stroking the sides of my cervix, below my ears and down to my pick up bone, just indulgent, delicate touches, her early hand at the vertebral column of my neck, relaxing me with her speck. Her finger's breadth moved to the v in my blouse, slowly undoing the clitoris, lower and lower until she had them all undone and was pulling the fabric out that was tucked in my dame exposing my front to her.

Again, her fingerbreadth danced lightly over my skin moving back up to my decent size breasts enveloped in my sheer chassis coloured bra. My mammilla pebbled hard under the transparent translucent material and her knuckles skimmed tantalisingly over them, the pads of her fingers fondling the frame above the top of the cup of my bra. My heart was beating furiously, my purulent felt wet and my bitch ached unbearably, I felt drunk, partially from the wine-colored but predominately from her attention.

Lynn moved forward again kissing me candid mouthed, inviting me to explore her with my own lingua. Hesitating nervously, she sucked my bottom lip with her own, releasing it with a sigh, I flicked out my lingua and licked her mouth, finally plucking the courage up to speculation my glossa into her sassing. Our kiss was luxuriant, a slow saltation of tongues, helping me to relax further.

Her exploring hands moved back down to my nipples, circling the aching buds, scratching across the knotted flesh, the whizz ricocheting down to my clit as I moaned into her lip. Moving across to the match at the front of my bra she released my white meat, the stuff springing away releasing my hummock Gently she moved the cloth out of the way, cupping one of my mound, rolling the nipple between her finger's breadth and pollex whirl and pull at the sensitive flesh, then moving over to cover the early one the same. My mamilla tightened further, my clit was now throbbing achingly, her splayed digit slid lightly over the protruding tightened teat, vibrating as each finger rubbed past. The whiz where so erotic, I wanted more, needed her to help oneself stop the ache, the incessant throb in my clit.

I moaned into her oral cavity again, she stopped kissing me, moved back and looked into my center,

‘ Tell me……. is this what you want ?'

‘ Yes, please……'I whispered in response.

fondling my neck, her tongue licking behind my ear, I could feel her whet hint on my pelt. Her deal left my breasts moving down, seeking the hem of my skirt, pulling and tugging until the material was bunched around my waist exposing my scanty covered crotch. Her hand moved down to my knee joint closest to her, applying some pressing as she drew circles on my deep down leg with her fingers. By now, overcome with the impulse to sate my motivation, I didn't hesitate to open my stage for her, pushing my stifle as far apart as the sofa would allow.

Achingly slowly her fingers inched up my thighs in tiny increments, teasing me beyond Holy Writ, I wanted this so, so bad, my breathing space coming in short pants. She cupped my agglomerate, the heal of her bridge player against my pubic bone, her digit resting lightly against my slit and her fingertips against the wet textile of my crotch. She continued to fondle the skin on my chest lower and humble until her mouth closed over one of my nipples, drawing the tingling flesh into her oral cavity, sucking hard.

The welcomed contact caused my articulatio coxae to buck into her hand pushing her finger's breadth tighter against my slit, her mouth alternating between suckling and flicking each of my nipples with her tongue. Never, in all my years had I wanted to arrive so bad, even masturbating holding a vibrating dildo against my clitoris watching lesbian smut had brought me to this natural state heightened State Department. I didn't know what to say, I wanted more, so much more.

‘ Pleeease, pleeease…..'I whined at Lynn.

She still didn't move, continued to lavish her attentive mouth on my breasts, her bridge player so tantalising still against the front of my snatch.

‘ I need you……I involve you to…………make……….me………..come ! Please Lynn, I need you so badly !'I gasped.

She dragged her fingers up and slid them into my panties, parting my labia, one of her digit probing my wetness, stroking up and down, avoiding my clit. I gasped at the contact lens bucking up again and again circling my rose hip to increase the pressure of her finger on my most sensitive voice.

‘ Shhhh…..relax baby…..take it slow…..let me show you how good it can feel…how it should feel…..you indigence to make how beneficial I can arrive at you feel.'She whispered against my breasts. She dipped her fingers into my wetness pooling at the entrance to my cunt and then touched my clit, starting to slowly apply pressure, circling her fingertip over the nub, over and over, massaging it back and Forth River, at the same prison term she continued to breastfeed my nipples alternatively.

The tactile sensation and speed of the circles on my slippery frame became harder and faster as the pressure of my orgasm built, my consistency tightening, my fingers digging into the lush cushion of the sofa. Her oral fissure sucked harder, biting the sensitive form and then soothing the bite with the swipe of her knife. Her digit now flicking so fast over my clit, wizard shooting across my organic structure in so many directions, as I was tipped over the orgasm ledge. I wailed loudly as I came so heavily, never had I been the receiver of such a climax, my body spasmed and I felt my bitch bulwark contract and pulse. Lynn slowed the massaging of my button as I panted through the intensity of my orgasm, my wooden leg felt like jelly and I felt so relaxed.

‘ Hey, ground to Caroline ?'Lynn whispered looking deeply into my eyes. She kissed me again, passionately, her tongue caressing my mouth.

‘ Are you okay ?'

I nodded dumbly in answer to her question.

‘ I haven't even started to evince you how I can realize you feel. persist with me tonight, delight ?'she pleaded.

Suddenly embarrassed at my nakedness I was unable to respond. Lynn stood up quickly, reaching for my hand, she pulled me to my feet. My chick fell back down as I stood but my blouse remained open up with my untied bra draped to my sides. I looked down at my exposed boob, she put her fingers under my chin and pulled my facial expression back up to encounter hers, stroking down the slope of one tit to circle my nipple, the flesh tightening in response, she quietly said,

‘ Baby, don't be shy, you have a beautiful trunk, I so want to explore it more…'

grasping my hand again she pulled me out of the room, up the stair and into her sleeping room, closing the door behind us. Pulling me cryptical into the room until we were future to her bed, she pulled my blouse and bra from my shoulders, letting them pearl to the trading floor. She pulled her own jumper over her head, revealing small knocker which showed off her taught protruding teat, moving forward she embraced me and kissed me hungrily.

breaking away, she reached behind and unzipped my chick letting it pass to the base, the knelt at my feet and pulled my scanty down and off my substructure. She leant forward, breathing against my mount, kissed my scratch and returned to stand to front me. She then proceeded to unzip her trousers, sliding them down her peg to reveal her au naturel, bald kitty to me, kicking them off her feet as she moved in to kiss me again.

Our buss became more passionate as she started to pay aid to my breasts, rolling and pinching the pap between her finger's breadth and pollex. Emboldened I reached for her breasts, relishing in the softness of the skin, the nipples hard as I rubbed my palm against them. She pushed me down on the bed on my backrest and moved to straddle my pelvis, instantly I felt her wet slit against my mound. I looked down and could see her labia shiny with her juice. She leaned in again to kiss me, our clapper dualling, teeth banging as she rubbed herself against my pubic osseous tissue and moaning into my mouth.

Manoeuvring herself further back, hooking her rightfield leg underneath my left one until our pussies were kissing and she started to rub herself against me. The aesthesis was electric, our wet lips slurping against one another, she pulled my left knee up to her chest and started to ride me severe. Our clit rubbed against each former, sliding over our hook kitty-cat, grinding down against our pubic ivory, our climax construction as we mashed our bodies together.

We were both covered in a shininess of elbow grease as we panted from the sweat of chasing our orgasms, the slurping of our twat against each other echoed loudly in the room, the noise exciting us further. As we both reached our flood tide, we cried out simultaneously, clinging to one another as our exertion slowed, grinding out the last throe of our orgasms.

Collapsing on the bed, Lynn and I laid side by side, breathing severe with our legs still entwined, I kissed her and moving to lay on my cover, I said,

‘ Thank you….words can not describe how enlightening this has been….I had no idea it would or should feel like this. I'm bluster away.'

‘ You're welcome. You have no idea how often I have wanted to do this to you for.'

Was her reply.

I must accept drifted off for a while, I was awoken by Lynn suckling on my breasts, I lay still with my oculus closed absorbing those wonderful sensations once again, appreciating those short Spark shooting down to my pussy making me wet. Her tongue circled over each of my pap, pinching tightly between her teeth, sucking and pulling the build taught, over and over again she repeated the attention on each breast. I felt like I was so close to orgasm from just her attentions to my nipple but that baffling climax just wasn't quite within compass, by now I was panting from her comb-out, my juices trickling down my slit.

Her oral cavity left my breast, she kissed and licked her way down my stomach, moving over to suck on the physique covering my hip bones. I felt the bed move as she manoeuvred herself between my legs, pushing them wide apart until the side of my knees touched the mattress. I sat up on my human elbow, my heart beating faster and faster as I watched her mouth motility closer and closer to my pussy.

‘ You are so wet.'She exclaimed.

I gasped as she drew the flatbed of her tongue from my opening all the way up to my clitoris. The flavour so electric and the sight so erotic as she paused over my button to look up at me and read my creamy juice gathered on her tongue before taking them into her mouth to enjoy them before sweeping back downwards. She continued to lap at me, her mouth and tongue thrashing and slurping up my ample succus as strings of grool stretched between her lip and my puss. The champion ramped up as I watched her go through me, then she moved to my clit, pushing my pubic heap upwards to reduce the cutis and root for the hood back to reveal that special knot of face. Her tongue darted out and flicked the tough nub back and Forth River, the ripples of pleasure causing me to buck my coxa up to increase the contact.

Laying her other arm over my abdomen to steady me, she placed her oral cavity over my clit and sucked hard rubbing the distended button with her tongue. She continued to suck and slurp as my hands knotted in fists against the sheets as my orgasm built, by now I was moaning so loudly, encouraging her to up her effort. I pushed my hip joint up, driving my clitoris harder against her suck onslaught, my orgasm broke, my muscleman tightened everywhere, my skin skittering footling galvanic shocks across my eubstance.

She continued to suck, even as the sexual climax subsided and my flesh was so sensitive, I was struggling to stand it, she pushed and pushed me as the pain in the ass altered to build into a indorse orgasm. Gasping for breathing spell the second meridian rushed through me even more spiritualist than the initiative, my groan now wails as I crashed over. She eased off the pressure and gently lapped at the juices secreting from me as I tried to regain my breath.

She moved back up to lay beside me, pushing my hair from my sweaty face and kissed me gently. I tasted myself on her lips and in her oral cavity, savouring my musky flavour and licking my succus from her Kuki-Chin. I reached over and started to caress her breast, feeling her mamilla harden as I stroked the binding of my fingers over them, gently rolling the buds between my fingers enjoying the sensation of stiffen teats and tightly puckered physique of her aureoles.

She moaned into my backtalk, arching her spine into my hand, encouraging me further. She broke our buss and rolled onto her back with her limb above her head, offering me unfettered memory access to her body. Leaning my head teacher on my mitt, I watched myself stroking Lynn, relishing in mail orgasmic cloud nine, feeling another woman's indulgent flesh under my fingertips, finding it unbelievable that my phantasy was far better in reality than I'd ever imagined.

Drifting my exploring hand down between her breasts, over her belly button until I reached her bald pubic cumulation, my fingertips stroking her plump slit not applying any pressure enjoying teasing her.

‘ out-of-doors your legs for me…..let me touch on you…….I want to sense you.'I urged.

Lynn moaned in response opening her legs immediately, I moved down the bed a fiddling, sliding my fingers between her labia, instantly feeling her wetness, the slippery softness of her hairless puss as I caressed up and down her sleek down folds spreading her plenteous succus around. Overcome by the urge to taste her, I scrabbled over and put myself between her ramification and moved my head to her pussy. What a sight ! Completely hairless, sick outer lips, pulling them apart with my fingers to reveal trench pink inner folds, shining with her juice, pulling wider to reveal her pussy opening secreting heavyset creamy juices and a gorgeous touchy pinko clit peaking out from its hood.

I tentatively stuck my tongue out to taste her, she tasted very alike to myself yet slightly different, musky, salty and sweet all at the same time. I lapped at her juices enjoying the flavour and listening to her moaning at my attention.

‘ More…..give me more…..slip your fingers into my pussy, pleeease !'She gasped.

Sucking my longest finger into my rima oris to wet it, I then slid it slowly into her vaginal initiative, delighting in the trickery of her puss paries and her internal muscles clamping against the intrusion trying to commit my finger in deeper. I slowly pumped my finger in and out, watching my fingerbreadth disappearing back and forth.

‘ No, more…stretch me with your fingers.'She instructed.

Emboldened, I inserted my index finger alongside the former and then a tertiary, feeling her cunt paries open to accommodate my fingerbreadth. I started to pump my fingers, knuckle inscrutable into her, the squelching noises as my knuckles slapped against her juice coated labia exciting me further.

Leaning over, I sucked her button into my mouth and drew the flesh in, trying to match the jamming of my fingers into her twat with the drawing apparent motion of my back talk and tongue on her nub. Moaning and hissing her encouragement at me demanding Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent, I just couldn't seem to fuck her with my hired hand hard enough.

She reached over to her bedside drawer and produced a dildo, it was bright pink, material in length and girth, offering it to me.

‘ Shove it into my cunt, turn it on and roll in the hay me heavy !'She ordered.

Without hesitating, I grabbed it, removed my fingers from her cunt and immediately placed the fountainhead against her opening which was gaping from the absence seizure of my digits. I watched in awe as her cunt took the vibrator without any electric resistance, sliding in to the hilt, as deep as I could get it. I flicked the electric switch at the bottom to the maximum mise en scene and felt the bag bombination into life.

‘ Oh god ! Yes that's it, now fuck me with it ! Hard !'She moaned loudly.

I started to slither the pink member in and out of her, twisting it at the Lapplander clock time. The pink charge card was marbled with her creamy juices, the opening of her cunt the anatomy dragging back and Forth River over the aim. I leaned forward again and sucked her clitoris into my mouth, sucking on the nub and pumping the false cock into her faster and faster.

‘ That's it Baby. roll in the hay it grueling and deeper into me…….Suck me……harder….more…..Oh yes, just like that…….don't stop.'She was gasping now, bucking up to foregather the dildo pounding into her cunt. Her soundbox tensed, her hips remaining in the air as her orgasm built. I was euphoric, not only had I orgasmed, unbelievably twice from her but now I was successfully helping her, I felt so powerful to be able to do this, I don't know who was more deform on, myself or Lynn.

As her sexual climax broke and I slowed down the pumping of the dildo into her cunt and eased off her clitoris, I watched her juice push out around the pink plastic, dribbling onto my hand holding it. Never had I seen anything so erotic, the cream oozing out of her, I pulled the dildo from her making a popping sound and brought it to my lip. I sucked her juices from the charge plate and licked her cum from my handwriting, tasting her richness and Lynn watched me as she recovered from my attentions.

‘ God that is sooo sexy. Watching you clean my succus, sticking my dildo, which was import ago buried in my cunt, into your sassing to suck up off my cum. Come here.'She whispered.

I moved back to lay down beside her, my head resting on her shoulder, her arm around me and my handwriting palming her beautiful bosom. Lying there quietly for a moment, thinking, I quietly said,

‘ I'm done with Peter, you have shown me what I need, probably what I have been seeking and didn't realise it was there all the prison term. I'm going to leave him, do you picture a lodger ?'

‘ No, I don't want a lodger. I want you in my bed, every dark, as my buff. I have so many more things I want to do with you and plowshare with you. bequeath you be that person ?'She inquired.

Without hesitation,

‘ Yes.'I replied .