The other day I paid a visit to my favorite upscale department store to look for a few items to add to my summer wardrobe. I wore a cotton floral sundress with wide shoulder straps and a low-cut neckline that revealed a hint of cleavage. It was very comfortable and exhibited my slim figure very well. Wearing eye-catching outfits puts me in a youthful frame of mind, and the fact that in my late 30s I can still turn a few male heads is great for my ego. Also, my husband secretly enjoys knowing that he’s not the only man who lusts after my body.
I even get propositioned once in a while, but I never actually cheated on my husband—except once, on an impulse, when he was out of town and I had to call a plumber to fix a clogged pipe under my kitchen sink. The plumber was young and tall and I was horny, and we ended up doing it on the kitchen floor. He unclogged my pipe and I unclogged his. He had the biggest pipe I ever saw, and it took several attempts to empty it completely. I felt guilty afterwards, but I never told my husband.
At the store I rode the escalator to the third floor, where the high-fashion ladies’ apparel was located. I did a quick sweep through the floor to get a feeling for the season’s merchandise, and then began picking up outfits to take to the dressing room to try on.
I’d been at my present job a mere eight months when management offered me a promotion. It was more responsibility and longer hours, but with it came a hefty increase and perks like business travel and out-of-town seminars.
So I had less time to get laid, but I gained an opportunity to meet new people. Not that there was anything wrong with my coworkers. They were friendly enough, but they were mostly guys in their 40s and 50s. I’m 25, with a banging figure and a pretty face, or so I’ve been told. Old guys just don’t do it for me, and neither do middle-aged women—not yet, anyway.
So here I was at a week-long seminar at a five-star hotel in Chi Town, with lots of other 20- and 30-somethings, and my libido was chomping at the bit. While the instructor droned on, the thought that kept running through my head like an endless loop was: “so many girls, so little time.” There were a few awesome-looking guys too, but I was in the mood for pussy, not dick.
I hadn’t been home in several months. The only reason I was making the five-hour drive was because an uncle I barely remembered had died and my presence had been requested. The problem is that I have this thing about funerals. No way was I going to the cemetery!
So I’d told my parents that I would try to make it but that if I got caught in traffic I’d be at the house when they returned. They’d invited everyone back there after the burial, so it wasn’t as if I wouldn’t see all my relatives and family friends.
I took my time driving, and when I finally arrived at the house, it was packed. I saw my family and made the rounds, offering condolences to the bereaved while doing my best to dodge the nosy questions—about why I was still single—being peppered at me by my meddlesome aunts. I grabbed a plate, piled it with as much food as I could, snagged a bottle of vodka from behind the bar and after stowing it in my tote slipped down to the basement.
She was staring at me again—the new girl from accounting. I was certain I hadn’t met her before, but every time I turned around she seemed to have me in her sights. There was a guy standing close to her near the bar, talking nonstop, oblivious to the fact that she was ignoring him.
I turned my attention back to my friends, and my drink. Company parties were few and far between, but holidays were the exception, and I intended to make the most of the night. One of my coworkers asked me to dance, and I followed him out to the floor, still holding my drink. We wedged our way to the middle of the floor and started to move. We danced through three songs before heading back to our group.
On the way back to our table I looked over to where I’d last seen the girl. She was right there, staring at me. She was pretty and kind of exotic-looking. If I didn’t know better, and if the same guy hadn’t still been all over her, I would have thought she was into me. But that couldn’t be. I wasn’t the biggest slut in the office, but I had fucked my fare share of guys in the company. I’d never hooked up with any women in the office, though, and I was always the aggressor. Being checked out by a girl was new to me.
Last summer I took a job as a counselor at a summer camp for girls. I ran a tight ship in my cabin, but in the next cabin over there were some pretty wild girls who were always talking dirty. Their counselor didn’t seem to mind, though. Her name was Lila, and one day when we were down at the lake I asked her how she could stand it. She just gave me a funny look and shrugged. “Girls will be girls,” she said.
In spite of what I thought of as her moral laxity, I liked Lila and felt comfortable with her. We soon started hanging out together during our precious little free time.
One day Lila and I went for a hike, and after nearly two hours she said she had to pee. I expected her to go behind a tree or something, but she just dropped her shorts and squatted in the middle of the trail, just as if she were a deer. I couldn’t help noticing that she didn’t have panties on. I guess my face showed my reaction, because she looked up at me and frowned. “What, you don’t approve?” she said as she stood up.
“I didn’t say anything,” I said.
“Yeah, but you made a face. You think I’m ignorant or what?”
“Come on,” I said. “I don’t want to fight over something so insignificant.”
But she wasn’t satisfied. “Okay, tell you what,” she said. “You take off your panties, and we’ll call it even.”
“Fine!” I said, and right there and then I dropped my shorts and peeled down my panties.
Lila looked me up and down. “That’s a mighty fine bush you have there, lady,” she said. “Mind if I touch it?” And before I could protest she reached out and rubbed my pubic hair with the back of her hand. Instinctively I flinched back. “What, you’ve never been touched down there?” Lila said. “I bet your dates do it all the time.”
“I don’t let my dates do things like that,” I said stiffly.
“Is that right?” Lila said mockingly.
“You’re really missing out, lady.”
“Maybe so,” I replied, “but I’m saving myself for the guy I marry.”
She snickered, “You’re kidding me, right? What girl would want to be tied down to only one guy? Unless you’re one of those religious nuts.”
Putting my hands on my hips, I proclaimed loudly, “I am not a nut! I’m just a young woman who believes in staying pure and virtuous!” It occurred to me that I was just proving her point, because I sounded ludicrous even to myself.
“You know how ridiculous you look?” Lila said. “Standing there half naked and telling me how virtuous you are? Give me a fucking break!”
When she put it that way I couldn’t help laughing. “Well, yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said. “Sorry I got so upset.”
I started to pull up my panties and shorts, but Lila said, “Hold on there. To help you loosen up a little, why don’t we leave this stuff off for the rest of the hike, what do you say?”
It sounded like a weird idea to me, but I didn’t want to fight with her any more, so I shrugged and agreed. We pulled our shorts and I my panties off over our boots and set out again. We must have been a quite a sight, two young women naked below the waist, wearing hiking boots! After about an hour we got to a babbling brook.
“This is perfect!” Lila said, and she promptly took off her shirt and boots and jumped in. “Oh my God!” she screamed. “This brook is fucking cold!” I told her she was supposed to ease into it, but when I tried to do that I found it difficult. “Just ease in, huh?” Lila laughed, and she started splashing me with water. Now it was my turn to scream. I started splashing her in return, and now we were both screaming. Within seconds we were both soaked, and we quickly swam over to an eddy protected by a sand bar, where the water actually felt warmer, as it wasn’t rushing past us.
We were feeling relaxed now, and when Lila said she had a bit of a crick in her neck I offered to massage it for her. She turned her back to me and scooted up between my thighs as I rubbed at her neck. “That feels good,” she said.
“I’m glad,” I told her.
She pushed back at me then, her butt rubbing over my crotch. “And how about that? she asked.
“Even better,” I said, without thinking, and then I was shocked at my words.
Lila turned around, smiling. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she said. Then she took my face in her hands, licked her lips and kissed me full on the mouth.
I was stunned and didn’t know what to say. “Cat got your tongue?” she said. I just licked my lips, hoping she’d do it again. And when she did I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her closer. Her hands moved to my breasts, then mine to hers.
After a moment she stood, and I followed suit. One of her hands moved to my butt and pulled our bodies tightly together. I didn’t resist. We were in a deeply passionate embrace. Our breasts were lined up perfectly, so that our nipples stimulated each other. I’m not sure which of us started moaning first, but soon we were both doing it.
Lila had to show me what to do, but I learned quickly. She ate me to climax expertly, and then I did it to her, less expertly but apparently well enough. Then we both did it at the same time.
That was day one of our fuck buddy relationship, and it was, and is, wondrous. I’m still saving my virginity for the man I marry, but it’s much easier now, with Lila to keep me satisfied!—G.C., Fresno, California,/I>
Being a homely teenaged girl sucks, and not in a good way. Until recently my friends and I were all in the same boat—we were 18, lonely and horny, but not good-looking enough to attract guys. The only boys who would even give us a second look were either creeps, fatties or weirdos. However, we eventually found a solution that has prompted me to write this letter, so that other girls won’t waste their best fucking years.
There were five of us to begin with, and without dates we got together every Friday and Saturday night to commiserate. Then, a few months ago, a girl named Charlene joined our group. We were surprised, because Charlene was way more attractive than any of us, but she still claimed that boys wouldn’t ask her out.
The first time she attended one of our weekly gatherings, she started telling us about some of the fantasies she had, which were pretty hot. At one point she reached between her legs and started stroking her inner thigh. Bit by bit her hand moved further up, until she was actually rubbing her crotch. Watching this, the rest of us started following her lead, and within minutes we were all panting and moaning.
The next time we got together Charlene got even bolder she just stripped off her panties and started playing with herself from the start. Soon a look of peaceful tranquility came over her face as her whole body rocked in a dance-like rhythm. “Oh, yeah, that’s what I need!” she moaned. As before, the rest of us followed her lead.
“No hot fantasies tonight?” I asked her.
She shook her head. “Why don’t you tell us one instead,” she panted. “Or better yet—you start telling one, and then we’ll go around the room, with everybody adding their own twist to it.”
We all thought this was a hot idea. I started out with a made-up story about a dream date, and as each girl added more embellishments the tale grew hotter and hotter, until we all came with one glorious collective orgasmic wail.
After we’d settled back down, my friend Debbie said, “That was the best come I can remember. But I really dream of someone else making me come that’s why I need a guy.”
Charlene snickered. “Listen,” she said. “Boys—men—all guys are totally lame when it comes to making a girl come.” We were stunned. “Trust me girls,” she went on, “you’re not missing a thing. When a guy does it with a girl he only cares about one thing—getting his own rocks off. If he eats out a girl it’s only to make her feel guilty, so she’ll suck him off.”
“Wait a minute,” I said. “A girl doesn’t have to feel guilty to suck a guy off. It’s the most natural thing in the world.” I went on to point out something I’d read someplace—that humans are special because we’re the only species in which the male’s pecker is a perfect fit for the female’s mouth. The other girls started moaning at the mention of face-fucking. “Sucking dick is great!” I said. “I only wish I could do more of it. And if a guy wants to eat you out, all the better. So what if he doesn’t do it perfectly? At least it’s something!”
Charlene crawled over to me then. “That’s because you’ve never had a female tongue give your clit a workout,” she said. “Let me show you.”
I thought she was kidding, but she was serious. She started by slowly lifting my skirt and caressing my inner thighs, one at a time, with the back of her hand, glancing up at my face to see my reaction. At first I was too shocked to say anything, but my shock quickly morphed into delight, followed by sheer ecstasy as I got closer and closer to coming, just from the touch of her hands as they played with my crotch. When she stopped I moaned loudly with disappointment.
“Time out,” Charlene said. “You see, girls have the advantage of knowing what feels good to us. Not only that, and unlike boys, we’re polite enough to care more for our partner’s pleasure than our own.” The other girls were touching themselves as they watched us. Then they started touching each other. Charlene glanced around with approval. “Every guy who’s ever gone down on me,” she continued, “has just lapped at my pussy like it was a salt lick, but what’s the point? A girl’s clit is where he should start. Purse your lips together like this.” she said, demonstrating. “Then find your partner’s clit with your nose, and hover over it just to take in her aroma. Then start massaging the hood of the clit with your lips, work it over with your tongue, then suck on it so that the clit pops out from under the hood. Then you can work on it directly.” She began to demonstrate on me then, and in less than a minute I let out a shriek like never before.
“See?” Charlene said to the other girls. “She just orgasmed strongly enough to give a corpse a hard-on!”
With that we all started practicing with one another, and given the pleasure we produced, we quickly decided that we didn’t need boys after all, but that girls certainly needed to come as often as possible. With that in mind we started a sex club for girls who fuck other girls. We called ourselves the Klit Kittens, and for the last month our club has been growing by leaps and bounds, until now there are nearly two dozen of us participating in no-holds-barred gang bangs nearly every week.
I can’t believe now that there was a time when I actually yearned for a man’s cock. Now I know that fucking girls was what my clit really needed, and now I am truly fulfilled! Oh, once in a while, on those rare occasions when a guy wants to fuck me, I might let him do it just for the hell of it, but for the best come in the world there’s nothing like a girl’s tongue. The bottom line is that a girl only really needs to resort to a cock when she wants to get pregnant, but what would be the fun in that?—Name and address withheld
I’m a 57-year-old widow who lives alone with two cats. I am not a beautiful woman, but I’m not ugly either. I’m not more than 10 or 15 pounds overweight, and there is no gray at all in my hair, which is dark red, and which I still keep medium long. I have a 38-inch bust and a nice complexion.
I was a virgin on my wedding night, and in 30 years of marriage I never cheated on my husband. Everyone who knows me thinks I’m a bit of a prude. For a while after my husband’s death I was so devastated that I rarely left home, except to buy groceries and go to church.
Then early last year I met a woman named Liz at a church supper. Liz is a 50-year-old divorc e, and a fun person to be around. She and I became friends and began to do things together. In fact, she talked me into doing some things I’d never dreamed of before.
One Saturday Liz and I went into the city to do some shopping and sightseeing, and at the end of the day we stopped at a tavern for a drink. I hadn’t drunk alcohol for over 10 years, and although I didn’t get drunk, I was feeling very relaxed. At one point two young men in their 20s came over and started talking with us. Their names were Arnie and Hank. They were charming and funny, and when they asked us to their apartment, Liz said yes. I was hesitant, but eventually I gave in, and we went to their place.
I soon found myself talking mainly to Arnie, while Liz paired of with Hank. It wasn’t long before the guys started getting amorous, trying to kiss and touch us. I kept putting off Arnie’s advances, but after a while I noticed that Liz was getting more playful with Hank. Suddenly the two of them stood up and walked out of the room, to another room down the hall.
After that Arnie started getting more pushy, touching my breasts and kissing my neck and ears. I kept putting him off, scolding him and continuing to brush his hands away.
After about 20 minutes of this, Liz suddenly came running down the hall, laughing hysterically. She was totally naked! She looked at me and laughed some more, and when Hank, also naked, came after her she began running around the room, her bare breasts bouncing, her buttocks wiggling, until he caught her and slung her over his shoulder, then carried her back down the hall, both of them laughing like crazy.
This seemed to turn Arnie on even more, and he redoubled his efforts to get up my skirt. His hands were on my legs, on my boobs, all over. I continued to reject him for about 10 more minutes, but my defenses were weakening, and finally I stopped protesting and let him lead me to a bedroom. I knew fully what was about to happen, and I accepted it. For the first time in my life I allowed a man other than my husband to fuck me.
I didn’t let him undress me, though. When he pushed me back on the bed I removed my panties and pantyhose, then pulled my skirt to my waist. Then I let him get on top of me and do it that way. His thrusts were hard and fast, and the bed hit the wall again and again, until he groaned and I felt his warm sperm in my pussy before he collapsed on top of me.
As soon as he was done I pushed him off me and ran to the bathroom. I felt a little numb, and quite surprised at myself, but not unpleasant. I pulled my hose and panties back on, and then, for some reason, I went back to the bedroom.
Arnie was nude, lying on the bed, as if waiting for me. He drew me back down to him, and I let him fondle me through my clothing. He ran his hand under my skirt to the soaking crotch of my pantyhose, and it soon became clear that he wanted to fuck me again. So I let him pull my hose and panties back down, then climb on top of me and do it. He showed no real concern for my feelings or my pleasure as he rode me he seemed to just want to satisfy his own lust.
After he got off me a second time, I must have drifted off to sleep, because the next thing I was aware of was Hank getting in bed with me. They must have decided to trade partners, as neither Liz nor Arnie seemed to be there. Hank immediately began groping me and pushing my dress up, and when he crawled on top of me I did not stop him. I felt his warm penis slide into me, and I felt his hard, urgent thrusts, but I just lay there staring at the ceiling as he rode me. After several minutes he groaned and I felt his warm sperm flood my insides. Then he rolled off and I fell back to sleep.
When I awoke it was morning, and I was alone. My vaginal area was swollen and sore, and a sloppy mess. I cleaned up and dressed, then went to the bathroom. When I came out I heard voices from the kitchen, and there I found Liz and the two men, all fully dressed. They gave me coffee, but no one even mentioned the night before, so neither did I.
On the way home I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even look at Liz. But she acted as though nothing had happened, and was bright and cheerful as always.
As soon as I reached home I showered, scrubbed and douched, but I still tingled and felt funny. I was both shocked and turned on by the knowledge that I had allowed two strange young men to literally take turns with my body. I thought about it a lot, but I wasn’t sure I regretted it.
Surprisingly, that event did not disrupt the friendship between Liz and myself, even though I refused to go to any bars with her for a long time afterward. But not long ago things got wild again when Liz asked if I had ever thought about other women—sexually, that is. I was astonished, and yet fascinated, when she admitted that she often had such thoughts. As she told me of her fantasies and desires, I found myself getting all hot and bothered, though I didn’t let her see my reactions. But I thought about it a lot, and on Liz’s next visit I told her I was willing to let her do what she wanted with me.
At Liz’s request I sat on the couch with my legs sprawled, while Liz knelt on the floor between them. She began to kiss my inner thighs, then to lick them, her mouth going higher and higher until she reached my crotch. I found myself getting more and more excited, till I thought I might go insane. Liz made funny little moaning sounds as she ate me and used her fingers at the same time. At last she fastened her mouth on my clitoris and began to suck it lightly and flick it with the tip of her tongue. Then suddenly I was arching my body and shouting loudly as I had the longest and most intense orgasm of my life.
It took nearly half an hour to get my wits back, and when I did Liz asked me if I’d like to do it to her.
Hesitatingly, I said yes, and we exchanged positions. I did the same to her as she had done to me, and I got an extraordinary thrill in doing so. She tasted tart and slightly musky, but I soon not only grew accustomed to the taste, but began to like it. In my excitement I got so carried away that while using my hands on her I found myself sliding a finger into her butt, which brought her to a screaming climax.
After Liz left I sat for a long time, staring at the wall and sorting out my feelings. I finally decided that I liked my new adventures with Liz, and I didn’t care about the so-called morality of it, or what anyone else might think. And I couldn’t wait to see what she might come up with next.—T.O., Bar Harbor, Maine
I had just turned 18 when I met Kim at my school, and we soon became good friends. I was pretty innocent for my age, and Kim was anything but. She wound up teaching me everything a girl needs to know to be fulfilled in life. In other words, she taught me all about fucking.
Kim was a nudist at heart, but she didn’t use that term. She just hated wearing clothes, and she went without them whenever she could. Of course she couldn’t really go naked outside her house, but she only wore what was necessary even then, and she never wore underwear. I liked her so much that I soon got into the habit of doing the same.
One afternoon Kim and I went to a movie together. She had forgotten to bring money for snacks, so I let her share my popcorn and my overpriced soda. The movie was a love story and had several really hot scenes. At one point I looked over at Kim, who was holding my cup of soda, and saw that she was sucking on the straw in a really weird way. She had it very deep in her mouth, with her lips wrapped around it as though she was afraid she’d lose it. She seemed to be enjoying it way too much, and she wasn’t even looking at the screen. Then she started moving the straw in and out of her mouth, over and over again.
Finally she looked up and saw me staring. “I’m sorry,” she said, “but that last scene kind of got me turned on.”
I nodded. “I know,” I said. “It got me pretty hot too.”
At that point Kim reached out for the popcorn, but missed, and her hand landed on my leg. Instead of pulling it back, though, she just let it rest there, and a moment later she started making small circles on my thigh. It felt pretty good. Then she shifted in her seat and leaned closer to me. The circles became larger and larger, her hand pushing harder and harder against my flesh. Hardly knowing what I was doing, I put my hand on top of hers and caressed it. Now her fingers began to move. I was wearing shorts, and she slid her hand up to where they began, then slipped her fingers underneath so she could touch my bare flesh. That felt even better. I let out a sigh, and then about ten seconds later I heard myself whimper as her fingers reached my crotch.
With her other hand Kim took hold of mine and moved it onto her thigh, giving it a little squeeze. Instead of shorts she was wearing a miniskirt. Her flesh felt delightful, especially because it was so warm and smooth.
Neither of us was paying any attention to the movie anymore. Kim now took hold of my hand, wrapped her fingers around one of mine and stroked it as though it were a cock. Still playing with my finger, she leaned closer and whispered, “Have you ever been with another girl?”
I felt flushed but not shocked. “Not yet,” I answered breathlessly.
With that she lifted my hand and put my finger in her mouth to get it wet, then moved it quickly under her skirt to her crotch. My head swam as I felt for her pussy lips, then gradually worked the finger between them. Kim moaned softly, and I moaned with her. Fortunately the theater wasn’t crowded, and no one seemed to hear us or to be aware of what we were doing.
I began to explore Kim then. I moved my finger in and out of her, then slid it up and down the length of her pussy, until she grew impatient and guided me to her clit. When my finger touched her little button she stiffened and whispered, “Oh my God!”
After stroking her clit for several moments I saw her body stiffen, and she put her hand over her mouth to stifle her cry of completion. Then she pushed my hand away, and a moment later she slid off her seat, got between my legs and knelt on the floor in front of me. Both of us were way too turned on now to care if anybody saw us.
“Next time you should wear a skirt,” she told me as she unsnapped my shorts. Then she pulled them down, and because she’d taught me never to wear panties, my pussy was right there for her. With a hand on each of my thighs, she spread them apart and licked her lips.
“Kim,” I whispered then, “I hope you didn’t eat too much popcorn, because it might spoil the meal you’re about to have.” She just shook her head, smiled and dove in.
She had to stop whenever the movie got too quiet, because I was really moaning up a storm. But she managed to bring me off, and ten minutes or so later we changed places.
I had never even thought about going down an a girl before, but Kim taught me to accept my true nature, as she taught me so many other things. After graduation she and I lost touch with each other, but I will always be grateful to her for that.—B.N., Green Bay, Wisconsin
I am the youngest of three sisters, who grew up next door to five brothers. We are all pretty close in age I am 18, and my sisters are 19 and 21. The boys are also closely bunched two of them are twins , so we were always a pretty tight group. Living far out in the country as we do, there were not that many people to associate with, and our parents left us on our own much of the time. If they had known what we would eventually get up to, they’d have been more than shocked. Because as my sisters and I came of age, and started thinking and wondering about sex, the brothers were only to happy to lend us a hand and other body parts to help us out!
I first found out what boys and girls do with each other when I heard my oldest sister one day, moaning in her room. I was really curious, so I peeked through the keyhole. And there was Ellen, buck naked, sitting on the lap of one of the brothers, who was also naked, while another one stood next to her, holding her head. I should have made sure the door was latched before I leaned against it as it was, it swung open and I fell into the room.
“Hey,” the standing brother said, “your kid sister’s spying on us!” I could see his cock sticking out, hard as a rock. Ellen was keeping the other one so busy that he didn’t even know I was there. As Ellen looked over at me, the one standing grabbed her head, saying, “Don’t stop, I wanna come,” and actually stuck his thing in her mouth! I was shocked that Ellen would let a guy do that to her, but she didn’t protest, and they went right back to doing what they had been doing.
I can’t believe now how naive I was back then, but I asked a couple of my girlfriends about it at school the next day. They made fun of me for not already knowing about fucking and sucking, but they explained it all to me in great detail.
Well, I had always looked up to my oldest sister, and was determined to be just like her, so I soon managed to seduce another of the brothers. His name was Joe, and I was surprised how easy it was. Little did I know that I was the third of my sisters to hook up with a brother.
After a while I got bored with fucking only one guy—or maybe I should say, one cock. Then one night I got drunk and opened up to my sisters. It was then I found out that they’d each been doing at least one of the brothers. Not only that, but it seemed they each specialized in a particular skill. Ellen liked to deep-throat, and Susie loved facials. I wanted a specialty too, so I asked around about what guys liked most, and then decided I would specialize in butt-fucking. Joe was happy to help me lose my rear cherry, and once I got started I found I really liked it a lot!
One day while Joe was inside me, all the others came in to watch. Cool, huh? Talk about a major turn-on! That was the first time all eight of us got together and had an orgy, it was great but something was missing.
So now all our sex lives are more open, and the boys can choose which one of us to fuck, according to their moods. But, I discovered that my real sexual turn-on wasn’t with a cock at all! I got involved with the boys’ girlfriends quite by accident. And it turns out they were doing each other the whole time they were with their boyfriends! The boys had no idea.
My favorite position is when I’m being fucked in the ass from behind as one of the girl’s wears a strap-on, while my face is buried in a juicy pussy. We all still like a hard cock from time to time but when we get together and have our daisy ring of delights, we all agree that this is better than our time with the boys. They know all about my sisters hooking up with their guys and are fine with it. It’s quite an unusual situation, but one that works for us.
I am so thankful I asked some probing questions when I did. I might have kept my sexual need for women hidden for fear of being looked at as strange or weird. I do wonder if my lovely sisters have ever dabbled with pussy. If not, they don’t know what they’re missing.—Name and address withheld
Growing up as a PK preacher’s kid wasn’t easy—in fact, it was pure hell! When I was a kid my father was head of a large church with a team of pastors, but when we moved to a smaller town with a smaller congregation, he had to do it all. That included working with young unmarried girls and instructing them to “guard their virtue.” Yeah, right. Half the girls in town were fucking like rabbits, and he didn’t have a clue!
I had a repressed childhood, including being home schooled all my life, and I didn’t know a thing about boys or sex until we first moved here when I was 18. Fortunately, that all changed when my mom talked my dad into taking in an exchange student for the summer. She was a French girl named Claire, and she came from a small village near Paris. Though she spoke with a cute accent, her English was perfect she’d evidently had a much more comprehensive education than mine.
On one of her first days with us my parents were planning to go off to pay some visits, and I suggested to Claire that we take a dip in the pool. Our parsonage was provided with a pool, one of the few really cool things about it. But the one swimsuit that Claire had brought with her was way too small—if my father had seen it he would have probably thrown her out, or maybe burned her at the stake—so we went out to buy her a more conservative one. Well, Claire’s idea of “conservative” was still far short of what my dad would have approved. I finally convinced her to settle for what’s called a monokini—a dumb name for an even dumber suit, a two-piece disguised as a one-piece. Claire didn’t see the point. She said a swimsuit was supposed to show off a girl’s body, not cover it up.
We were in the pool when my parents drove off, and Claire immediately swam over to me and asked me how long it would be before they returned. I said it would probably be at least four hours. Quick as a flash she hopped out of the pool and took off her top.
“Way cool!” I giggled. “I’ve always wanted to go topless, but you know, my dad . . .” But Claire wasn’t just going topless. When she took off the rest of her suit, I gasped—not only at her immodesty, but also because, though she was quite well tanned, she wasn’t showing any tan lines.
Claire laughed at my reaction. “You American girls are such prudish fools,” she said. “You must always wear a swimsuit. In Europe we say swimsuits are for only two types of females: prudes and old women!”
With that she jumped back into the pool and swam over to the Jacuzzi, where she happily straddled the jets. Within less than a minute she was squirming and giving out squeals of delight. Then she let out a yelp that could have raised the dead. “Mon Dieu, c’est magnifique!” she cried. “Judy, you are one lucky young lady to have this wonderful device in your home. I’m sure you must use it every chance you get!”
My blank expression must have showed her that I had no idea what she was talking about. So for the next couple of hours Claire gave me a crash course on sex. Of course, being a preacher’s daughter, the idea that “sex is wrong” had been constantly drummed into my head. In fact I believe the main reason I had been home-schooled was to keep me from discovering how girls need to fuck. Talk about parental abuse!
As Claire talked to me about the pleasures I had been missing, she gradually convinced me that I was overdressed. I took off my top, but that wasn’t good enough for her. She reached for my bottoms and rolled them down until they were as small and narrow as a bikini bottom. I was thrilled to be practically naked, but Claire kept looking disapprovingly at my crotch, until I finally asked her what was wrong.
She shook her head. “Again, you American girls have no sense of fashion,” she said. “You see the way my bush is neatly trimmed?” I nodded. “Well, compare that to yours,” she went on. “See how you have so much hair that it is popping out above your bottoms? Now if you can get me a small scissors, a razor, and some shaving cream, I will make us match.”
I was thrilled. As I ran inside to get the things she wanted I could hardly wait for what was about to happen. I grabbed what I needed and excitedly sprinted back to where she was waiting beside the pool.
“All right,” Claire said, smiling at my eagerness. “First of all, let’s take off your bottoms.”
It was a wonderful feeling, stripping for Claire. Now we were both completely naked. Claire knelt down in front of me and started in with the scissors. “Make my crotch as pretty as yours, please!” I said excitedly.
“Your bush, you mean,” Claire corrected me. “What I am trimming is your bush. And never fear, little one before long you will be so stunning that you will be irresistible.” Her French accent made it sound all the more exciting.
Soon she had finished with the scissors and reached for the razor. Her hands felt strong, yet gentle, and I suddenly felt weak and asked her if I could sit down. “Of course,” she replied. “But you need to sit perfectly still.” And she held up the razor to remind me that she was about to begin some more delicate work.
It felt so good as the shaving cream squirted out of the can onto my sensitive flesh. I had an urge to squeeze my thighs together, but Claire restrained me. “I know, I know, my dear, but be patient,” she said. “Your pleasure will come soon.” I wasn’t sure just what she meant by that, but I concentrated on holding still.
About ten minutes later she announced, “There!” as though she were an artist who’d just finished a masterpiece. “Now you look good enough to eat! And I mean that truly.”
“Huh?” I said, bewildered.
“Judy, you are so naive!” Claire said, smiling. “May I take my reward?” I nodded, still mystified, and she licked her lips, grabbed my hips and dove between my legs. I drew in my breath sharply, and then began to moan. I couldn’t believe what she was doing, but I spread my legs wider and instinctively pushed my crotch harder against her as her wondrous tongue slurped my juices.
Claire taught me everything that day, from how to 69 with a girl which I couldn’t get enough of once I got the hang of it , to how to suck off a boy. We started practicing with a carrot, then progressed to a banana. It was beyond wonderful. I felt as though I was fully alive for the first time in my life. And I think we reached new heights in international relations!—J.F., Tampa, Florida
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