Date: Tuesday, March 5, 2002 From: Leila Benson Subject: "The Rest of My Life" (Part # 13) Lesbian/Beginning; (F/f) Part # 13 "Joan continues"
This is my first attempt to write a story to achieve a long-felt ambition. I had read some erotic pieces before, and some were very good indeed. Still I wanted see if I could reach out with just words and achieve the desired effect. Which of course, is turning you on! The very first story I wrote was published some months ago. It was called "Joan and I " That story became a Chapter in this much longer story which I'm now trying to break up into chapters or parts. I would love to know if I had my desired effect. This story describes about six months in the sexual transformation of a teenager as she discovers her powerful sexuality. While it focuses on Lesbian relationships, there are some graphic (F/m) parts. What can I say, it's my life. I guess you might say it's mostly a true story. If this kind of story is problem for you go no further. leila113@lycos.com Central characters - Molly, a 16 year old. Allison, her friend and mother of Cindy, who she baby sits for, and other friends and lovers. Leila Benson
Part # 13
Telling them the story had an odd effect on me. The grass I suppose played its part too. I was immensely excited sexually. I also loved the effect I was having on both of them. I would glance at them while I talked and Gordie had an erection. He was clearly touching himself through his jean shorts. He was keeping his eyes closed. Lin had been holding my hand in a tight grip by my side. After a few minutes, she drew my hand under the blanket. She still continued to hold it, while she guided my own fingers between my legs. She was using my fingers to slowly bring me off. I didn't want to cum yet, so when she was getting me to close, I would slow her down. Finally, I moved her finger's away completely. I whispered that I loved what she was doing but if she wanted to hear more of my story, she had to slow down. She was getting me so worked up I couldn't concentrate on the story. With a mischievous grin, she said she was sorry, and I should go on.
Well where was I? Oh yes. I wasn't at all certain what I should do at this point. What I did know, was that I was as turned on as I had ever been in my life. Joan was gently patting around my genitals and would occasionally touch them. I was beside myself. I was by now lying there with my legs wide open, my knees up, and arching myself up to her. I could not have been any clearer about what I wanted her to do without actually telling her .Yet she kept gently stroking me everywhere except where I so desperately wanted her to be. In my fevered state I wasn't at all certain if Joan was just teasing me, or somehow to shy to finally touch me in the places that I wanted her so badly to. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. I heard myself almost yell. "Please Joan help me!" In that instant I somehow knew, I had made a powerful sexual commitment. Even if Joan asked me what I meant, or immediately began to get me off, we were now sexually bonded. She instead asked a question. "Do you want me to try to show you what I like?" All I could say was, "Please, please." She removed the towel. By now, I must have been wide open to her. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it, and then she placed it just inside my opening. She moved it in and out in these little quick movements. I don't think her finger moved an inch. Yet, it felt wonderful. I heard her say. "Boy Molly, you are soooo wet. Is that good?" She then moved up and along the lips. First, one side then the other. My pelvis felt out of control. It was as though it was trying to capture her fingers. Finally I reached down and pulled her fingers into my vaginal opening and then on to my clitoris. I was moving her hand quickly and hard against myself. I heard her tell me to, "slow down, wait, I'll do it for you." With that, she slowly and gently began to stroke me. I was by now tugging at my swollen nipple to the rhythm of her fingers. I could feel it building, I told her to go faster then faster yet, Which she did. I knew I was about to explode. I was thrashing around the bed, when Joan pulled my fingers from my nipple, leaned down and took it in her mouth. Just as she started to suck, I began to cum. I felt this giant wave hit me. I pulled Joan's head tight to my breast and her hand to my pussy. I kept screaming curses. It was so strange. Again and again, like convulsions of the most sublime kind. So good I was actually screaming "Shit! Christ! Fuck! Oh my God! Asking for, "More! More! Yes! Yes!" Pleading for her, "not to stop". This seemed to go on forever. At some point, I grabbed Joan's hand in a tight grip. I could not, did not want anymore. I felt spent. So deliciously satisfied that I had to just lie there and take that great feeling in. I could still feel little uncontrollable twitches in my pussy, but I was now entering this delightful state of bliss. I soon became aware that I had Joan's hand in a tight grip, which I relaxed. I looked down at Joan's head on my breast and I felt a great peacefulness. Joan slowly turned her head back on the pillow. I felt the coolness on my breast where she had just left. We were both naked lying there. I felt a slight chill and pulled the comforter over us. I snuggled close to Joan to pick up her warmth and to reassure her in some way, that I felt extremely grateful and close to her at that moment. She asked me quietly, "if that was good?" I could barely speak. "Good? Good doesn't even begin to describe how that felt or even feels now. God Joan, what have I missed? I want to give you, what you've given to me. Tell me what to do. Anything at all. Anything." We snuggled together for a minute or so. I placed my bare leg in between hers and felt how wet she was. She was rubbing her pussy against my thigh. I reached behind her with both hands and held her ass tight to my thigh. She continued to rub herself on me I bent down under the covers and nuzzled her breasts until I finally took one of her nipples in my mouth and began to pull on it with lips. Joan kept repeating. "So good. So good." Over and over. I began to feel warm and stifled under the covers. I pulled them down. Joan lay flat on the mattress breathless. Panting for air. Her beautiful full body flushed with excitement. Just hearing her and seeing how turned on she was got me going again. I could actually feel my nipples become erect in the thrill of seeing her lying there so exposed, with her dark hair streaming over the pillow, her breasts wet from my saliva, her pussy and upper thighs from her own juices. I reached down to touch her between her legs. At my touch she opened herself to me and held my hand to her wet self. I began to move around her pussy. She was very much in charge though. She moved my two fingers inside herself. It felt so warm and juicy inside. I could feel her vagina almost grasp my fingers as I moved up to her clit. I kept going back and forth. She kept saying "So good, yes that's it, yes yes." I felt as though she was encouraging me. Which of course she was. On my own, I turned around to face her open pussy. I never removed my fingers from their place inside and outside of her. I removed my finger's to see her deep pink vagina beneath her beautiful darker lips and thick public hair glistening with her own liquid. I was so close I could smell her musky self. I took both hands and placed them on either side of her pussy and pulled her lips apart. I bent down and licked along one side of her lips then the other. I slipped the tip of my tongue inside her vagina as far as I could. Her taste was salty sweet. Different in some ways from my own juice which I had tasted and smelled before. Hers was richer, deeper and more powerful, I guess womanly I loved it! She was now holding the back of my head to herself and arching herself into my licking, sucking, lapping mouth. I knew she was about to explode from the pressure on my head, her bucking hips and deep moaning sounds she was making. Then she did cum. So different from me. A few big bucks of her hips, then trembling of her thighs. Then again, over and over a few times. I could feel the trembling in her thighs slowly calm down. I turned and placed one last kiss on her by now sopping wet pussy and turned back up to hold her in my arms. I think we were both trembling together at this point. We gave each other such sweet kisses as though we were bringing ourselves down from the same high peak. I think we both sort of drifted off to sleep for a little while. I awaken with my arm stiff from being caught under Joan's neck. As I tried to remove it without waking her, I found myself looking at her full dear face with it's delicious sweet pink lips, puffed up from our passionate kissing and lovebiting. My heart was filled with such a powerful combination of love and continued sexual heat smoldering in my depths. Joan's eyes fluttered awake. She greeted me with such a glowing smile that I remember its warmth and power even now.