“Oh!” groaned Elsa indolently, her hips shuffling, her arms wiggling as she searched for some grounding. It was like some crazy dream. When Elsa had first laid eyes on Elise, some four or five years prior, she was intensely drawn to her. She was athletic and fit, smart, self-assured, pretty. Back then, Elsa had even felt a strange tingling for Elise but also knew those kind of feelings were taboo and weird but she just couldn’t help it. And now here she was, lying back on Elise’s bed in her apartment, this beautiful stepsister of hers, pleasuring her with a long, tight-fitting toy. These thoughts made Elsa dizzy with lust and excitement. She could feel the intensity burning in her belly.
Elise’s lips coddled Elsa’s clit, sweetly and lightly sucking on the area, slurping up Elsa’s fleshy intimate folds. Elsa could feel the suction against her clit, the little kernel almost levitating off of her and into her stepsister’s mouth. Her wetness between her thighs grew, damp and humid, as Elise penetrated her with the toy and focused her mouth on Elsa’s clit.
“How is this?” said Elise softly, then quickly returning to her mouthful attentiveness.
“Really good,” moaned Elsa. “Just so amazing.” She looked down to Elise for a moment and saw her stepsister’s face buried between her legs, her elbow moving back and forth with the thrusting of the dildo, and her naked behind sticking up in the air looking like a heart. Contented and feeling loved, Elsa fell back against the pillows once more and happily sighed.
Elise moved her lips up to Elsa’s bushy mound and planted delicate kisses into her fur, sweetly moving her damp lips over her stepsister’s pubis. With her free hand, she applied gentle pressure to Elsa’s clit, using her thumb to diddle and manipulate it all while maintaining a steady and rhythmic pace with the dildo.
With metrical reflexive movements, Elsa’s hips began to thrust up and down, as though she were riding the dildo that Elise penetrated her with. Elsa’s ass lifted up off the sheets, her body getting into the steamy sex act, and she felt a slight hint of sweat accumulating at her lower back. Her pussy started to clench onto the dildo as it moved inside of her, gripping onto it as it entered and reluctantly releasing it as Elise pulled it out. As though she could sense what was happening, Elise sped up her pace and Elsa’s hip thrusts matched the rhythm.
“It’s okay,” cooed Elise into Elsa’s fur, kissing on it sweetly, her finger still fondling, the dildo penetrating. “Come for me.”
Elsa nodded upon hearing Elise’s coaching, her fingers threading into the sheets and gripping at the fabric to brace herself as she bubbled up inside. First she felt a prickly sensation in her fingers and toes, like a numbness, melded with a pleasant but sharp electricity. Her legs and thighs began to tremble, a subtle shaking that confused Elsa at first as it was something she hadn’t quite felt before. The dampness she felt between her legs, on her back, on her thighs, started feeling a bit cool, like sweat drying off.
“Don’t stop,” whispered Elsa, flopping her head from side to side, gyrating her hips, pulsing and throbbing, and feeling a concentrated desire for her stepsister. “Please.”
“Come for me,” repeated Elise, running her tongue up from Elsa’s clit and through her short pubic hair. It was a slow lick, a passionate lick.
“Oh God,” groaned Elsa in a low tone but with confused excitement. For a moment her hearing went funny, like she was underwater, and she opened her eyes wide only to see little bright floaters cross her vision, like a mess of twinkly stars. Her sopping pussy contracted against the dildo being pushed into her, squeezing it tightly and feeling the squeeze throughout her lower body. A tear ran down the side of Elsa’s face and she felt like she could break into a weep. This moment was all she knew, this one single moment of joyful bliss, of passionate attention, of love.
Elsa was coming like she had never experienced before.
With a loud moan, Elsa’s hearing returned to normal and she looked down at her stepsister. Elise was simply kissing on Elsa’s mound, no longer thrusting the dildo but rather just leaving it inside of Elsa’s pussy to make her feel filled up. With a sudden jolt, Elsa let her ass fall back to the bed, now feeling a sense of exhaustion and spent energy. Each breath came out as a sigh as it exited Elsa’s mouth. Quivering aftershocks continued to course through her form, haphazardly wending through her limbs.
“You did great,” said Elise with a grin across her lips, kissing Elsa’s mound one last time before carefully pulling the dildo out from Elsa’s moist cavern, crawling up the length of her body, and lying down on the bed next to her. Both of their bodies were humid with sweat and their soft white flesh vaguely stuck together as they coalesced.
“Oh Elise,” said Elsa, turning her face toward her stepsister and smiling exuberantly. “Thank you,” she said, pushing her mouth out and kissing Elise sweetly on the lips.
“This will be just between us,” said Elise, nuzzling her nose against Elsa’s and kissing her once more. “We can have a lot of secret fun.”
“Yes,” agreed Elsa, feeling the weight of her body sink into the bed and relax as a foggy afterglow rinsed over her. “I want to do it again.”
“We will,” confided Elise, bringing her hand up and petting through Elsa’s hair. “Don’t worry.”
“I love you so much,” said Elsa. “So, so much.” Elise laughed softly at Elsa’s admittance and kissed her.
“I love you, too,” Elise said with a devoted sigh.
Elsa had a loving smile plastered on her face as she closed her eyes and settled into a heartfelt embrace with Elise. This all felt so perfect, natural and right. For once in a long time, Elsa felt like there was somebody who understood her, who got her, who felt like she felt. It had been a long time wandering, figuring things out for herself, and she felt comforted to know that Elise, her stepsister, was there for her in this time of confused transition.
She could feel Elise petting her hair and softly breathing against her face, and this adoring attention made Elsa feel whole. Elsa’s pussy tenderly pulsed, still reeling from the ardent penetration, and her thighs quaked every so often. It was such an amazing feeling to be lying there with Elise and she knew she would remember this moment for the rest of her life.
It was bliss.
LICK MY DOT
I was so happy to finally have my own apartment. After years of living in the dorms up at college, always having to share my room with somebody else, finally getting my own off-campus place was a breath of fresh air. I could walk around naked if I wanted to (and I often did), I could slack off on cleaning if I felt too overwhelmed, and I could have anybody over that I wanted without having my roommate raise an eyebrow.
When I first started college, I was so shy. I’d never even think of going up to someone I was interested in and try to chat them up. But being away from all that’s familiar, living in a place with seemingly very few rules, and just basically having the freedom to live my life as I saw fit really helped open me up to new people and to new experiences.
I certainly didn’t consider myself a lesbian, but a lot of my sexual perceptions changed when I met Amy. She was a beautiful redhead, busty and voluptuous, with a thick firm butt and a flat stomach. We had met in English class when I was a sophomore and she was a junior. Coincidentally we had sat next to each other in class on the first day and became fast friends after that. Amy introduced me to some authors she loved, like Djuna Barnes and Virginia Woolf, and we even worked together on a joint project for class. That project brought us even closer.
Amy was a lesbian and an incredibly sexy one at that. She was very well put together, her hair often done up in glamorous curls, her makeup styled just right for her complexion, and she wore really nice clothes. She let it slip out, eventually, that she came from a wealthy family, though she tried her best to not let the abundance of money in her life affect her. She wasn’t always successful at that.
Although Amy knew that I wasn’t a lesbian, she didn’t quite know that I had grown curious of being with another girl. I was embarrassed t
o talk about it, because it was Amy, fast becoming my best friend, who inspired me to consider what it would be like. One night, sharing a bottle of wine at Amy’s place, studying together, we got to talking about our sexuality.
“Any guys in your world lately, babe?” Amy asked.
“Nah,” I said. “They’re all a bunch of dweebs.” She laughed at me.
“Have you ever thought about coming over to my side?” she said, giving me a little push as we lay together on the floor with our stomachs against the carpet, books open in front of us.
“Well…” I said, giving her an indefinite answer and leaving it open to her interpretation.
“You’re kidding!” Amy exclaimed. “You have thought about it!”
“I’ve thought about it,” I said, affirming her assumption.
“Do tell,” she said, rolling over on her side, propping her head up in her hand with her elbow on the ground below. “Who is she? Someone in one of your classes?”
“Not exactly,” I said.
“Someone from the restaurant where you work?” she posited, grinning with excited interest.
“No,” I said. “I mean, it’s nobody in particular,” I went on, even though I was enticed most by Amy, with her creamy pale skin, the auburn ringlets dangling down her face, her sultry knowing smile, and her ample chest. “I’m just… curious, you know?”
“Oh, I know,” Amy said with a wryness permeating her face. “You want to try some pussy.”
“Amy!” I said, feeling slightly nervous. “You’re such a goof.”
“Do you want to try kissing me?” she put forth, her green eyes dancing with enthusiasm. I knew she found me attractive. I’d often catch her checking me out when we were getting ready together and she loved smacking my small ass as we primped in the bathroom in just our panties.
“I’m nervous,” I said, being honest though secretly twirling inside. I could feel my heart fluttering and my breath quickening.
“Oh, don’t worry,” she said. “I won’t bite.”
“That’s actually what I was afraid of,” I said teasingly, inciting a cute cackle out of Amy.
“Come here,” she said, a tender smile now across her lips. She really was a sweet and caring friend, and I would guess equally excited about what was happening.
We closed in on each other, me slowly and with trepidation, and Amy with an eager earnestness. As our lips softly met I felt a passionate rush move through me, a mixture of exhilaration and lust bubbling up and coming out with a fiery intensity. I pressed into Amy and she into me, our hands beginning to work over each other’s bodies, exploring and navigating.
Our kiss went on for a while, moist and succulent, our lips intertwining and prancing, until Amy gently rolled on top of me, burying her face into my neck and sweetly kissing my goosebumped skin, nibbling and lightly sucking. Before I knew it, her hand had moved up my chest and was cradling my small breast over my t-shirt. I didn’t want any of it to stop. The attention felt amazing.
After necking on the floor for about half an hour, our hair lightly tangled, jeans unbuttoned, each other’s bodies groped, intensified breath, and a growing wetness in our panties, Amy pulled back and spoke up.
“Caroline,” she said adoringly, nuzzling her nose against my cheek.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Do you want to go into my bedroom?”
And we did. Amy was gentle with me, but sexy and firm, showing me what it was like to be with another girl. I loved it so much that Amy and I started seeing a lot more of each other, sleeping over and fooling around, touching and poking and prodding at one another.
But we kept it secret. Her family didn’t know that she was a lesbian and I was just experimenting and having fun. We tried to keep it light, friendly, and easy.
Our passions for each other, however, had other plans. As we spent more time together, our fucking grew more heated, more experimental, and more lusty.
It was soon after that I discovered that Amy had a thing for anal sex. She loved having her ass licked and once she found out I was cool with it all, she would often request me to put stuff in it, slowly pull out her anal beads, or double penetrate her until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
During our lovemaking, Amy would bury her face into the pillows, stick her ass up in the air and widen her stance. She would wiggle her backside in a sultry movement and tell me exactly what she wanted.
“Lick my dot,” she would say. Her ass and pussy were always hairless and clean, immaculate and well prepared for everything our night might have in store.
And I loved licking her from behind. Her ass was perfect and round, smooth and supple. With my nose in her crack, smelling the light fragrance of sexual sweat, my tongue would lap at her from the base of her pussy, over her puffy lips, along her taint, and finally into her ass.
So on the first weekend living in my own apartment, everything organized to my liking, I was thrilled to have Amy over to celebrate, to drink wine, and to fool around.
I heard a knock at my door around 8PM that Saturday night while I was checking myself out in a full-length mirror I had screwed into the wall near the kitchen. I wore a thin grey tank top and no bra, not really needing one with my small chest, and a pair of black terry cloth short shorts. I primped quickly at my shoulder length dirty blonde hair, gave myself a smile to check my teeth, and scurried over to the door to let my best friend in.
“Caroline!” Amy exclaimed as I opened the door. She wore a tight dark blue v-neck tee, the neckline swooping down and exposing her pale cleavage, and a black and white nautical striped skirt that hung just above her knees. Across her body was her tattered corduroy purse, slung low against her hip, and she carried a bottle of red wine in her hand.
“Amy!” I said in reply, the two of us instantly embracing tightly and swaying side to side.
“I brought your favorite,” she said, holding the bottle up as we stepped back from our hug. “Rioja from Spain!”
“Get in here,” I said, stepping to the side to allow Amy to enter. As she came into the apartment, she looked around and nodded her head approvingly, setting the wine bottle and her purse down on the small dining room table just off a bit from the apartment entryway.
“This place is cool,” she said. “It’s totally sweet to have your own apartment, isn’t it?”
“You bet,” I said. “I think I spent the whole morning walking around naked.”
“I would have liked to see that,” she said, making a swift move toward me, bringing her hand up to my cheek, and planting a sweet kiss on my lips.
“Mmm,” I sighed as I returned her kiss.
“Let’s open this wine,” she said with a grin as our lips parted. I smiled and nodded enthusiastically as Amy scooted into the kitchen to find a couple of glasses and a corkscrew.
I watched her as she sauntered into the kitchen, the roundness and firmness of her ass apparent under her skirt, pumping up and down with each step.
We sat on the couch, each with a glass of wine in our hand, laughing and talking, pawing at each other ardently, stealing the occasional kiss. We were best friends, certainly, but by that point it had become something more, regardless as to how we behaved in public. Close the door, and it was difficult to keep our hands off of one another.
I pressed my palm into Amy’s bare thigh, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin, and leaned in to kiss her once more. I held my wine glass up high as we kissed, careful not to spill it.
“Mmm,” she said. “It’s so nice to kiss you with wine lips.”
“I know,” I agreed, drunken with lust for this pretty redheaded bombshell.
“I have something I want to show you,” said Amy lasciviously, her eyebrows indicating a lusty conspiracy.
“What’s that?” I said.
“Take a look,” she said, setting her wine glass down on the table in front of the couch. Hopping up onto her knees, Amy bent over with her elbow bracing herself on the arm of the couch, her ass thrust out
in my direction. With her other hand, she reached behind herself, and pulled her striped skirt up over her ass, letting the fabric rest on her lower back.
Underneath she wore a pair of lacy and ornate bright pink panties. They looked perfectly coordinated against the pale skin of her thighs and ass.
“Nice panties,” I said, tilting my head slightly to take in this sensual image of her rear.
“That’s not it,” she said. “Look.” Amy grabbed onto her panties by the leg hole under her ass cheek and yanked it over to the side, exposing her soft, hairless underside below the tensile pink fabric. Her pussy lips were puffy and full, her inner labia poking out just slightly, fleshy and inviting, but it was her other hole that she wanted to show me. A round red jewel about the size of a half-dollar coin obscured her asshole. Amy wiggled her backside and giggled.
“It’s a new plug,” she said. “Red to match my hair.”
“I like it,” I said, reaching out and running my fingertip over the jewel with a bit of pressure. Amy could feel it and it caused her grind her ass a bit.
“It really turns me on walking around with it in there,” she said. “Mmm, it’s nice feeling filled up.”
Putting my fingers around either side of the jewel, I slowly and methodically gave it a tug. The stainless steal plug, held tightly up Amy’s ass, caused her hole to dilate just slightly, the crinkled rim opening up to reveal the faintest vision of the metal inside of her.
“Caroline,” she said with a sultry groan. “Do it again.”
I followed her direction, grabbing the jewel, pulling at it, opening her ass up even further this time, watching the plug half slip out before I carefully and measuredly glided it back inside of her rear.
“God,” she exclaimed, shaking her head. Amy released her hold on her panties, causing the material to snap back and cover her ass once more. Flipping her skirt down, Amy came down from her knees and sat back on the couch and settled in. She took up her wine glass once more and took a sip.
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