Rhonda

This story is filled with more personal feeling and actual events than anything else I've written. I hope you enjoy reading it.

The first time Rhonda and I met we were both seniors in high school. We became instant friends. I'm blond with blue eyes, Rhonda has light brown hair, brown eyes, and the sun kissed complexion her Hispanic heritage brings. Forrest Gump described us well when he said, "we was like peas and carrots." It was as if our spirits knew each other and we were destined to be together.

Rhonda and I made sure that all our dates were double dates. I had a steady boyfriend at the time and it annoyed the heck out of him but there wasn't much he could do about it. Rhonda dated but she was never really interested in anyone. I never gave much thought to it, just kind of went with the flow.

About two months before graduation Rhonda invited me to sleep over at her house. That was no big deal really, I was either sleeping at her house or she was sleeping at mine. Our parents didn't mind, I think they were happy that we seemed to be keeping each other out of trouble. Rhonda's parents were out of town for the weekend, they were celebrating their anniversary, just the two of them, the whole weekend in Oregon. Something about a bed and breakfast that is made of tree houses, too bad they didn't invite us.

I showed up at Rhonda's after dinner and plopped my bag of junk on the spare bed in her room. We were both excited to have the house all to ourselves for three whole days. Thoughts of boys and alcohol filled my head. I'd never slept with a boy and my boyfriend was using every means he could think of to coax me into trying. I secretly was looking forward to it. I spent most of my time walking around with my panties soaking wet. This weekend was definitely the time to explore having sex.

I broached the subject of inviting some friends over for a small party but Rhonda thought it would be smart to wait until Saturday night, just incase her parents forgot something and showed up unexpectedly. I dissapointed but I could see the logic in it.

We dinked around the house for a while, laughing at some of the things kids did and said at school. We talked about what we wanted to do after we graduated and which colleges we were going to attend. Rhonda was going to California and I was going to Utah. Both of us were sad to be so far apart but like all friends do, we made promises to keep in touch and see each other often.

We'd talked until the sun had dipped below the horizon, not bothering to turn on any lights we just lay there on the floor in her front room talking. Out of the blue Rhonda asked me if I'd ever watched a porn movie. She knew I hadn't because I would have to her if I did. She said she had one and asked if I wanted to watch it. I eagerly approved of the idea and even suggested we indulge in the beer her folks had in the fridge.

Within a few short minutes, we were sitting on the couch cold glasses of beer in our hands and the beginning flickers of the movie lighting the room. Rhonda and I have never been shy about touching each other. In that I mean we did innocent things like holding hands, hugs, kissing each other's cheeks, simple things like that. Sometimes we gave each other massages with our clothes off but it never went beyond that. My favorite thing of all was when Rhonda would brush my hair I loved it the most. But sometimes I'd feel my panties getting wet and my nipples puckering into hard peaks. I'd try to ignore the awareness I felt the shivery sensation prickling my skin and the butterflies tickling my stomach. I'd, try to talk myself out of how I was feeling, tried to rationalize the heaviness in my womb. But it was as if my body was tuned to respond to her touch.

I was leaning against Rhonda, my head on her thigh. She was caressing her fingers through my hair, calming me but at the same time, intensifying the awareness the adult movie promised. The movie began with a college student, a girl. She was attending school in a foreign country, Australia I think. She was very shy and alone, her female professor befriends her. Her professor is married and soon the girl is involved in a sexual relationship with the professor and her husband.

Watching the girl engage in sex with the husband and wife held me spell bound. I could feel my pussy clench each time the husbands' penis slid inside her pussy. But that was nothing compared to the response of seeing the women tasting and touching each others bodies. My nipples swelled, puckered becoming ultra sensitive. With each breath the sensitive tips tingled, grew, and ached even more.

I couldn't believe my reaction to something I'd always believed was wrong. Two women, a men, until now I couldn't fathom why anyone would be turned on by being with some one of the same sex. Watching those two women pleasure each other opened a new world for me, a new form of desire.

The first time I saw Jessie I knew we would become best friends. Honestly, I knew we would soon become lovers. I could feel the pull of her soul to mine and I eagerly embraced that call.

I've always known that I was lesbian. I'd dated guys but never felt a spark of desire. At first, I tried to pretend that the hands cupping my breasts caused a response in me. I'd engaged in kisses that instead of exciting me made me want to brush my teeth. Only once, I went so far as to touch a guys penis and allowed him access to my pussy. He showed me how to stroke his dick, even helped me take him to the point of orgasm. His hot cum shooting from the crescent opening, coating my hand with sticky sperm was revolting. I wanted nothing more than to wash my hand, and take a shower. I felt dirty and sick. After that I accepted my attraction to other women and embraced the knowledge that I was lesbian.

Jessie had dated lots of guys. I accepted the invitations to double date so I could be with her. I would pretend that it was she and I on the date and the guys were just along for the ride. It drove me crazy though having to pretend that I liked the boys who'd ask us out. It was Jessie's lips I wanted to be kissing and Jessie's hands I wanted touching my body. It drove me crazy and broke my heard each time I had to watch her being kissed and watching her latest boyfriend groping her made me feel almost violent. I would have loved to give her a healthy spanking. I wasn't shocked when I realized that I was in love with Jessie. It had built from a friendship into a deep caring relationship then into love.

As the school year began winding down and our plans became set for the next few years I felt fear that Jessie would leave my life never knowing how I felt about her. When I found out that my parents were going away for the weekend I realized that it was the perfect chance for me to tell her how I felt.

Jessie's breathing had become irregular, quick short gasps, panting. It was a beautiful accent to the sounds of pleasure coming from the TV. Her head lying cradled against my thigh, her warm breath washing over me, was overwhelming, building my need. I'd caress my fingers through her hair. It is golden, beautiful, soft as silk, luscious and thick, I'd pictured the feel of those silken strands brushing across my nipples, teasing them into aching points.

Each stroke of Rhonda's fingers through my hair sent waves of pleasure sizzling through me, sparking deep through my pussy, electrifying my clit. My nipples throbbed, aching for a warm mouth to surround them, they ached to be drawn into her mouth then released wet and pulsing. They ached to be sucked hard against her tongue and nursed. I'd watched the student suckle her professors breasts and ached for Rhonda suckle mine.

Utter shock filled me. I had never imagined I would have feelings like that. I was not lesbian. I didn't want to have sex with women, I hadn't slept with my boyfriend yet, hadn't had sex with any guy yet, but I'd orgasmed from my pussy being touched by a guy never by a girl. But I couldn't resist the call of the women having sex in the movie. I imagined the touch of a tongue, the caress of slick cream soaked fingers. My mouth had watered watching the professors tongue slide through the lips and caress the clit of her student. I'd wanted; hunger and need fueled that want. It became Rhonda's nipples being stroked. Rhonda's legs parted and held open. Rhonda's lips spread by a questing tongue, her cream being drank. Her clit lavished with gentle strokes and eager sucking. Most frightening of all was that I imagined it was my mouth nursing her engorged nipples. My hands parting her thighs and holding them open while I tasted her, drank from her, pleasured her. I'd clamped my thighs together sending blood rushing to my clit, aching for her, aching for Rhonda to ease the consuming need pounding through my body.

"I don't know how to tell Rhonda how I'm feeling," I thought. I couldn't imagine getting the words past my lips. However, I could imagine Rhonda's disgust at my confession. My attention was drawn back to the movie, the student had been screaming with pleasure as her orgasm consumed her. A clear vision was shown of milky, creamy cum spilling past the inner lips and into her teachers eager mouth. I'd shivered with hunger.

Jessie was so excited! She was beyond excited, her labored breathing, clenching and unclenching of her thighs all betrayed her, her need went far beyond simple excitement. She didn't realize it but her hips gently rocked forward and back as if it was her body in the throws of orgasm and not the woman's on the screen. My need to touch her was overwhelming!

The movie had affected me too, but Jess's scent filling my nose, the warmth of her cheek pressed against my thigh, the weight of her head resting in my lap ignited me. The sights and sounds of her arousal intoxicated me.

I remember sliding my hand to her back and caressing her. Gentle soothing movements of my hand gliding over her back. Jessie had cooed with pleasure, she'd arched into my touch. I was completely lost.

I'd cupped my hand against the side of Jessie's cheek, then encouraged her to roll over and look up at me.

"Jessie, these are the things I want to do with you," I said. " I've known from the first time I met you that I wanted to pleasure you, to taste you, to touch you, to draw screams from your lips as you fill my mouth with your cum."

I had looked up into Rhonda's beautiful brown eyes, hunger, and lust made them shine glossier than a sun kissed diamond. A determination glinted through causing me to shiver; I knew beyond a doubt that I would be drinking her cum that night. I knew it, understood it, and wanted it.

"Rhonda I'm scared," I'd whispered. "I'm not like this. I like guys. I'm not a lesbian. But I feel something. I ache. The things in this movie, I want them with you."

I'd continued caressing Jessie's soft cheek. I'd paused unsure of myself as a single tear slipped from her eye and slid towards my thigh. A momentary shaft of doubt had gripped me and I wondered if my love would only bring Jessie pain. I'd scooped her tear up with my finger and brought it to my lips. Jess's gaze had locked on mine as I brought her tear to my mouth then spread it across my bottom lip. "I'll always kiss your tears away Jess," I whispered. "I'll be there for you and I'll always love you."

I slid off the couch and knelt by Jessie. Gently I'd slid my fingers through her hair cupped her head in my hands and lowered my lips to hers. That first contact stole my breath. Her lips tasted of heaven, the silken feel of them against my lips was like the brush of an angels' wing. I'd slid the tip of my tongue across her full bottom lip, it was as if lightning had arced between us. Our surprised gasps had mingled, intertwined in a song of beauty, erotic and sensual beyond words. As one, we opened to each other, our tongues met, caressed, stroked in an age-old dance of exploration. Jess had tasted so sweet, young and innocent, trusting. I knew that I loved her. I'd already vowed that I'd never cause her pain emotionally or physical. I knew that it was, the one moment in time that I'd been given to tell her of my love, to show her how deeply I loved her.

I hadn't expected Rhonda's actions. Here I'd been frightened of her response if I told her how I felt and all the time she'd felt the same way as me.

I poured myself into our kiss. Using my tongue, my mouth I'd shown her how desperately I ached and how much I'd needed her. I wanted to touch her, to slide my fingers over her soft skin. I needed to feel the weight of her breasts cupped in my hands. Rhonda's breasts are a D while mine fit nicely in a B cup. I'd known what mine felt like, I wanted to know what Rhonda's breasts felt like. Hesitantly I'd raised my hand and cupped the side of her face, she felt so soft, so feminine. I slid my fingers through her hair, down her neck. I'd toyed with the collar of her shirt before sliding my fingers around to the front teasing at that first button, needing but unsure.

Jessie's fingers sliding along the curve of my neck down to my collar had sent chills coursing through me. My pussy was clenched with anticipation when she paused teasing at the collar of my shirt. My breasts were swollen and heavy, aching for her touch, my nipples throbbing with need. The love I felt for Jess burned through me intensifying every touch every sensation.

I'd lifted my mouth, tore it away from Jessie's. I watched her watch me as I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head. Her eyes had clouded with hunger, when my breasts emerged free of my shirt, only my bra hiding the extent of my arousal from her view. One quick movement and my shirt dropped it to the floor. I couldn't return my mouth quickly enough to Jessie's sweet lips. I felt such hunger for her taste, for her touch.

Rhonda was so beautiful! Her lips were pink and swollen from our kiss. Her beautiful brown eyes showed the desire burning inside her. She held my gaze captive as if making sure I knew what I wanted, as if daring me to go through with what I'd started. My body had screamed with need, I couldn't stop though. If I did, I would have died.

My stomach had lurched with excitement when she pulled her shirt past her head and dropped it to the floor. My eyes had lowered to her bra-encased breasts. Clearly visible were her hard nipples. They pressed into the fabric of her bra in a desperate bid for freedom. Somehow, I always knew that Rhonda had a sexy feminine side. Her bra was the barest slip of lace. Some would have discarded it for being simple, but this, her, I'd describe it as perfection. Rhonda's tan colored skin set the white fabric off as a cloud of gossamer silk. Her breasts so large and firm lifted in offering, teasing behind a shimmer of silk. Her mouth had captured mine, sucking me drawing me into her depths once again. Her mouth demanded my approval requested my surrender.

Her breasts had brushed against me teasing me. I needed her; all I could thing of was holding her breasts in my hands, teasing her nipples with my mouth. My hands had found the clasp of her bra. I'd fumbled, I was so eager so desperate I couldn't make my fingers function the way I wanted them to. I'd sighed into Rhonda's mouth with pleasure when the clasp finally slid free. Rhonda released my mouth once more to watch me as together we slid the bra free, off her shoulders then on to the floor. Again I gasped, she's was so exquisite. Her beautiful breasts lifted and fell with each labored breath she took. Her nipples were large berries proudly centered on dark circles. I couldn't catch my breath. My pussy was clenching, spasming so hungry, desperate with need. I'd moaned as hot thick cream spilled through my pussy soaking my already drenched panties. Rhonda watched me as I gently touched each mound. I felt a reverence, a feeling of wonder at her beauty. I slid my right thumb over her left nipple. She arched into my touch embracing my exploration.

She was so much more beautiful than I'd imagined. She felt so much more erotic than I'd imagined. I felt bold, empowered by the sight of my hand at her breast. Gently I'd closed my thumb and finger around her nipple. Hard and swollen it resisted the slight pressure when I gently squeezed it. I knew the pleasure of gentle pain, from squeezing my sensitive buds, gently twisting them, pulling on them. My pussy throbbed in anticipation of sharing this exquisite pleasure with Rhonda. I brought my left hand to her right breast. Now both sensual globes rested in my palms. I closed my fingers around both nipples at the same time. Rhonda moaned with pleasure. My mouth kept watering, hunger clenched my gut; I desperately needed her inside my mouth.

I turned onto my side brining my mouth closer to the source of my craving. Rhonda met me, brining her right breast to my lips. I paused, momentarily unsure. I looked to Rhonda for reassurance.

"It's Ok Jess. Don't be afraid," I could barely get the words to form in my mouth. Such painful need, I'd never experienced such overwhelming hunger before. The need to shove Jess's mouth to my breast and demand she suckle me was almost overwhelming, instead I begged her to touch me.

"Please Jessie, my nipples ache so much. I need you to suck me into that warm mouth of yours. Only your sweet tongue can ease the pain."

Rhonda's pleas sang through my veins. A wash of emotions I couldn't identify flooded through me. The realization that she ached and throbbed the same way I did was like fire erupting through me burning all those sensitive spots swamping me in pain.

I grazed her nipple with the tip of my tongue. The hard crinkled berry felt so good, tasted so good. Nothing could stop me from drawing that special bud into my mouth. Oh she tasted so good. Her hard nipple had pressed against my tongue. I'd rubbed my tongue flat and rough back and forth across her nipple. I needed to suck her, suck her hard and long. I give in to the raging need and pulled her deep and hard into my mouth. Unable, unwilling to show mercy I let all the hunger all the need and desperation flow through my mouth into her nipple. I was afraid I was hurting her but I can't stop the desperate of my mouth. Rhonda's hands cup the back of my head pulling my mouth firmer to her breast. Her moans of pleasure and words of encouragement fill my ears. I licked and sucked her enveloping us both in a haze of rapture. Reluctantly I release her right nipple but her left breast called to me. I covered her left nipple with my mouth not touching it with my tongue or teeth just holding it in the warm moist space inside my mouth. Rhonda's begging me to suck her nipple spurred into action. Mewing cries for me to touch her, take her with my mouth consumed me. I feelt such a sense of power, a thrill knowing the pleasure I could give Rhonda and that she was begging me for it .

I gave her what she'd beged for. Quick deep draws on her nipple followed by licks from my tongue. I knew she'd be raw, that both nipples would be raw and hard for days, hypersensitive. Each brush of air, each scrape of fabric would have her remembering my touch. A thrill ran through me knowing her nipples would ache for me days after I've suckled them.

It's all I could do not to scream with pleasure Jessie's mouth on my breast felt so good. Her warm sensual mouth was flooding me with pleasure so sweet, so erotic, so demanding. Each time she sucked me deep into her mouth pleasure/pain speared through my sensitive tip. She was giving me such intense pleasure, demanding from me a response. My right nipple felt raw, it burned with from the pleasure she was giving me. Jess moved her mouth to my left nipple. I arched into her, begging her to suck me deep but she denied, instead just teasing me with her tongue. Long strokes with her soft flat tongue bathed me in pleasure. I'm dying, I thought. She's giving me heaven and I'm dying under her touch.

Jessie had sucked me hard and deep into her mouth and I loved it. Her name screamed out in rapture from my lips filled the air. My pussy clenched, spasmed in pleasure my clit engorged, throbed, moisture filled my canal soaking my already drenched panties. I'd been surprised, shocked when I realized it was my screams of pleasure filling the room. The sound of my voice panting Jessie's name over and over were in syncopation with the contractions wracking my pussy. Jessie was killing me and I was more than eager to go.

"Please Jessie, I'm going to die. I'm burning up Jess. Please baby if you don't make me cum I'm going to internally combust. Please Jessie, please!" I'd sobbed, chanting over and over my cry for release.

The husky sound of Rhonda's voice pierced me to the very center of my soul then shot like a laser through my clit.

I was aching, pulsing and throbbing with her. Each time I'd suck her beautiful nipple into my mouth my pussy convulsed. Each time she whispered my name cream would gush from my core soaking my lips spilling cream into my panties.

I feel such power, holding Rhonda captive, using my hands and mouth to fill her with pleasure, to know that she was wracked with such aching need, I felt like I was going to explode. I knew my pussy was eager and ready on the edge of exploding.

I rolled Rhonda's sweet hard nipple with my tongue against the roof of my mouth. I never imagined such a small thing could feel so good. I'd pressed her nipple hard against the roof of my mouth then sucked her, sucked her hard. Her moans of pleasure engulfed me, filled me with such rapture, infused my pussy with need.

I'd tasted her lips, felt the ecstasy of her nipples in my mouth but I needed more. The vision of the professors lips pressed against her student's lips had gotten my attention. Watching both women sucking and licking each other's nipples had sent sparks of excitement fizzing through me. But watching the student lower her mouth to her professors body, watching her pause to inhale her special scent, made me swell and throb painfully. However, nothing, nothing in this world compared to seeing those pouty lips kiss the gentle folds of the other woman's pussy. I'd held my breath unable to breath as she pressed her tongue into those cream coated lips and scooped up a tongue full of her Professor's juices. My pussy felt like it was so engorged it would explode and the throbbing of my clit was too painful to bear. I needed to explore Rhonda's pussy with my fingers and my tongue. I had to taste her sweet creamy nectar. I desperately needed to feel my tongue slide into her pussy and feel her heat envelope me while her cream flowed over my tongue.

I released Rhonda's nipple, pulling my head away while grating my teeth across her sensitive nipple. She gasped with pleasure, groaned in pain. Her hands cupped behind my head pulled my mouth back to her breast. Her fingers tightened, fisted in my hair.

"Rhonda I have to taste you," I whispered. "Please, let me touch your pussy, let me taste your juices," I begged.

Pure raw need shone in Rhonda's eyes. The hunger mixed with the need clawing at me had reflected in her face.

Rhonda stood up. Her hands settling at the button holding her jeans closed. I could only watch, panting for breath while she slowly slid the bronzed metal button free. The sight and sound of the zipper sliding down, opening parting the worn fabric filled the air sending my clit into convulsions. I had to swallow again and again as my mouth watered anticipating the sweet flavor of Rhonda's juices. I groaned as she slid the jeans low on her hips. Her silk panties were barely visible, the same erotic white silk as her bra. She slid the jeans lower baring the slight ribbon or lace spanning her hips joining front to back. I felt like crying she was so beautiful and being there with her experiencing those things filled my chest with emotion. I could feel the orgasm building deep inside me and felt fear that I'd cum as soon as she slid that small bit of lace off her hips and revealed her pussy to me.

I can't remember ever being so turned on. I can't remember having my body throb and ache like that. I'd never been ready to cum from just watching a pair of jeans lowered off a pair of hips. But then I've never kissed another woman before. I'd surely never nursed at a woman's breast. I never in my most erotic fantasies imagined my mouth pressed to a woman's swollen lips while drinking her milky juices. My world had tilted and I was spinning out of control. All I can think of was licking Rhonda's pussy and sucking her thick cream into my mouth.

Jessie wanted to taste me! She'd actually begged me to let her lick my pussy! Her sweet desperate words sent cream flooding through my pussy. I was soaking wet with juices and more was waiting to spill into her mouth.

Jess watched me as I slied my jeans off my hips and down my thighs. They bunched at my feet and I steped out of them. Jessie reached to touch me but I shook my head no. Her desperate moans told me she was aching as much as I was. But I knew I'd cum the minute she touched me. I want to cum, I was desperate for release. But I wanted to cum that first time in Jessie's mouth. I want that thick flood of nectar to spill across her tongue and flow into her mouth. I was panting as hard a she was. I'd clenched the muscles in my thighs causing my pussy to spasm forcing blood into my engorged clit. I knew Jessie was doing the same thing. Her sweet little cries exposed the depth of her agony.

I pull Jessie's head to me, and press her cheek to the curls gracing the top of my pussy. Her deep breath made me smile. I knew she was drawing in my scent. I knew she smelled the scent of my pussy, the scent of my arousal. Jess liked what she smelled, each breath she took was deep and long, filled with the scent of my pussy.

I stepped back just enough to separate my flesh from hers. My thumbs hooked in the waist band and I slid it slowly, lowering it until my mound of curls was visible. Lower, until it covered only the curls guarding my clit. Jess raised her hand to touch me but with only a word I demand that she stop. I'd refused her need to touch me while I slid my panties free, let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them.

I was completely naked then. This for the woman I'd loved from the moment I met her. I wiggled my finger in the age old gesture of denial. Without touching Jessie or allowing her to touch me I step around her and motion her to stand up. I could see her surprise when I lower myself to the sofa and perched on the edge.

"Baby, let me watch you undress now. Show me your body Jess. Show me your beautiful pussy," I encouraged Jessie; a gentle demand filled my voice.

Rhonda's words sang through my mind, through my soul, through my body, her sensual voice a husky command filled with erotic encouragement. I had no choice, no will of my own. All I could focus on was the sight and scent of her, such exquisite perfection. I had no will, only the need to give myself to her.

My fingers shook so much I was afraid I wouldn't be able to slide the buttons of my jeans free. I prayed Rhonda would help me but instead she waited patiently while each button was freed. So hungry to breath in her scent again, famished with the need to taste her, I couldn't be slow while sliding my jeans off my hips. Fortunately, I had just enough control not to rip them off like a high school boy anticipating his first time burying himself in his girlfriends pussy just barely though. I stepped free of my jeans and reached for my panties.

"Jess leave your panties on," Rhonda had instructed.

I was confused by her request but the pounding in my clit propelled me on to the task of removing my shirt and bra. My breast lifted as I pulled my shirt past my head, it puddled on top of my jeans. I paused, momentarily uncertain, my fingers at the clap of my bra.

"Go ahead Little One" Rhonda whispered. Her husky voice filled with hunger filled me with courage. "Take off your bra so I can see your beautiful breasts. Your nipples are hard poking into the fabric wanting to be free. Show me how hard and rosy they are. Show me how desperate they are for me to suckle them."

She had to have known that her words would have me flooding with liquid. The endearments never used before had my knees wobbling. I felt so weak, weak as a new born kitten but the infernal of desire blazing through me kept me from melting into a puddle. I slid each clap free parted the fabric of my bra, slid the straps off my shoulders. The cups fell away from my breasts exposing them to the air. My nipples contracted into painful peaks that throbbed and ached. My bra fell unheeded to the floor. My aching nipples demanded immediate attention. I cupped my breasts, uncaring of what Rhonda though, all I knew was the consuming pressure pulsing through each nipple. My thumbs and fingers closed around each nipple. I'd squeezed pure pleasure through each tip. Sweet, sweet pleasure, rapturous pain, my nipples were on fire. Of course my pussy answered the call and spasmed with joy.

I lifted glazed eyes to Rhonda, desperation fueling my need.

"Kneel down on the floor between my legs," Rhonda instructed.

I had dropped to my knees eager, hungry. On my knees, her beautiful pussy spread inches before me. I felt as the Egyptians must have felt when the knelt before the statues of their gods. Awe, devotion, worship flooded through me consumed me.

Rhonda spread her legs opening herself to me. I knew I wantd touch her pussy. I think of the times my fingers had been coated with white milky cream from my own pussy. My mouth had watered remembering the taste of feminine nectar as I'd licked my cum off my fingers. A raging need to touch her pussy, caress her clit and slip my fingers into her tight passage, made me dizzy. I felt overwhelmed with the need to lower my mouth to her pussy and drink in her juices and swallow her cum.

My hand is shook as I lowered it to the inside of her thigh. I wanted her, needed her so desperately but my hunger didn't cloud away the uncertainty I felt of not knowing how to touch her. The only pussy I'd ever touched or tasted was my own. I was so hungry but scared to. I want to give her so much pleasure, show her how beautiful and sensual she was to me.

The inside of her thighs were so soft, smooth and silky like a new born kitten. I remember thinking it was fitting having such beauty guiding me, leading the way to Rhonda's beautiful pussy. She shivered in pleasure when I ran my fingertips up her thigh. My lips hot and moist joined in the exploration. My fingertips teased caressed then my lips and tongue turned the caress into flames. Teasing her was like being teased myself. Every caress, every stroke of my tongue sent my womb spasming, flooded my pussy with liquid heat.

Rhonda and I both gasped in pleasure when my fingers brushed the curls of her pussy for the first time. The path up her thighs led directly to her swollen lips. Her curls glistened with dew, each coated with glistening nectar. I had to touch them, touch her lips gently shadowed by chocolate colored curls. Those curls were so soft. I was held spellbound by how utterly feminine, silken soft, erotically sensual. I just had to press my lips to her, smell her, feel her, and taste her. But first, I wanted to lick her sweetness off my fingers. When I'd taste my cum I'd always closed my eyes and savored the feel of thick cream coating my tongue. I'd embraced the flavor as it spread through my mouth. Then I'd shiver in pleasure knowing that what I was doing was something so naughty but enjoying it too much. That shiver of pleasure centered directly in my womb then pierced my clit. I hung on the very edge of flooding my pussy full of cum. I resisted the demands to squeeze my thighs together and clench my pussy of sending blood rushing into my clit. I knew I'd orgasm if I did. Instead I spread my legs just a bit wider and arched into the pain of denial.

Rhonda's pussy was soaking wet, juices had leaked passed her lips and a trail of cream led the way to the dark ring of her neither entrance. I felt a wisp of desire to touch that milky trail with the tip of my finger and to taste it with my tongue but I could only imagine Rhonda's disgust knowing it went against everything we'd been taught while growing up. Instead, I slipped the tip of my finger through the thick cream coating the valley where her lips met. Once then twice, I teased, but on the third caress I slipped my finger between her lips and grazed across the entrance to her womb. With each caress I carefully avoided touching her clit I knew that once I did both of us would demand I touch it, explore it, with fingers and mouth, I wasn't ready to make her cum and I knew if I did I'd be cuming with her.

I slid one finger into her drenched pussy. She was warm heat, liquid fire. She encased my finger with her pussy, soaked it with her nectar. I slid my finger free of her embrace and brought it to my lips. Deeply I inhaled, her sweet scent filled my senses, searing her essence in my memory. Before her cream could cool, I brought it to my lips and spread it across my bottom lip. I felt lost. Something about a sweet full lower lips makes me cream with hunger and having Rhonda's liquid spread warm and slick across mine was intoxicating. I slid the tip of my tongue across the inside edge catching just a hint of her flavor. The feel of her juices heavy on my lip excited me beyond understanding I needed to keep it there, to feel its weight to remind me of something I didn't yet comprehend.

I slid my finger across my coated lip, drew it, and sucked it inside my mouth. Instantly I circled my tongue around my finger drawing her flavor fully into my mouth. I closed my eyes, lost in the wonder, lost in the rapture of her scent, her taste, the thickness of her milky nectar. Patiently I licked and sucked her sweet cream savoring her taste as it filled my mouth.

I looked up and met Rhonda's gaze. Mirrored in her eyes were the emotions raging through me. Lust burnt hungry and demanding, as well as a need for something else it lit her beautiful eyes like the secret of an unwrapped gift waiting to be opened. Hungry with lust, throbbing with need I couldn't understand it, I didn't want to see it, instead simply labeled it as desperation.

Rhonda's voice rang through my head, "Oh Jessie just seeing the look on your face is going to make me cum. You look like the little kitten with a mouth full of warm cream. I was afraid you wouldn't like the taste of my pussy but now it looks like you are hungry for more." I'd nodded my head in agreement. I was very hungry and very much wanted more. "Jessie, lick my pussy! Slide your tongue inside me and drink from me, please!" Rhonda begged.

No one could resist such sweet words of encouragement, such erotic pleading, no one. In a haze, I lowered my hungry mouth to her. Remembering the secret path of cream I started at the lowest point I dare. Touching my tongue just below her entrance I began licking up the spilt cream, slowly headed for the source of my nourishment. I couldn't wait to dip my tongue inside that special well and drink my fill of her delicious nectar.

I held her thighs open with my arms and while my thumbs I spread her lips open while I teased around the opening to her womb. Gently slowly, I slid my tongue into her pussy. I groaned with pleasure, she tasted even better fresh from the source. Her liquid essence coated my tongue, filled my mouth. She tasted so good, very good! I pressed my tongue deep into her pussy as far as I could reach then withdrew drinking the cream that coated my tongue. I'd felt drunk, hungry, thirsty, as if I'd been in the desert my whole life and now the well of life had been placed before my lips. I don't remember each caress, each stroke, but I do remember her juices flowing warm and rich into my mouth. I vividly remember her clit pulsing under my tongue and drinking while she filled my mouth with her sweet cum.

Looking down at Jessie's beautiful mouth just inches from my aching pussy had me ready to begging. Feeling her breath fan warm and moist through my curls and across my mound was almost my undoing. I drug in a labored breath and held it while her fingers slipped into my heat. I felt dizzy from holding my breath but I couldn't release it, I was frozen with pleasure unable to even breathe.

Gently she began stroking her fingers inside me. She watched fascinated as my glistening cream coated her fingers spilled onto her hand. The wet sensual sound only a soaking pussy makes filled our ears.

I clenched around her as she slid another finger inside me, stretching me, spreading me around her. Instinctively her thumb found my clit and stroked across it. I was so wet, she was so wet, it slid across my clit feeling just like the stroke of a tongue. The tingly clenching feelings gripped me, the ones that ignite and burn higher and higher until I'm screaming in orgasm. One more stroke, one more swipe of her thumb and I was going to begin screaming and not stop while my cum soaked her fingers.

"Jess, I'm gonna cum!" I cried. Gasping just enough air to speak. "Jess, honey your fingers are milking me and your thumb is stroking me to release. Please baby, don't stop, let me cum all over your fingers." I'd begged Jessie for relief from the pressure exploding inside me. Instead she slid her fingers free.

"I have to taste you." She whispered. Her eyes were smoky with desire, she looked so hungry. Just seeing the hunger in her eyes sent a pulsing wave through my clit, the first drops of cum leaked from the walls of my pussy. I couldn't form a coherent thought let alone words. I just looked into that angel face my hunger and need, raw and undisguised.

Jess smiled the most sensual, erotic little smile then lowered her mouth to my pussy. She was like a hungry kitten, licking me, sucking me, drinking my cream as it flowed from me. Her sweet mouth moved to my clit. She began suckling it gently as is nursing from my clit. I bucked hard shoving my clit into her mouth. I spiraled, lost and out of control in ecstasy. Her tongue swiped across my clit and I screamed. My pussy thickened clenched flooded.

Jessie licked me, sucked me, slid two fingers deep inside me and milked my pussy while she drew my orgasm from me drop after drop, sensation on top of sensation. I latterly felt as if my pussy had turned inside out. So much of me poured into the orgasm, spilled for Jessie, spilled just for her.

Jess lowered her mouth to my core. Her tongue pressed inside me stroking the intensely sensitive nerve endings rippling in response. I felt each caress, each plunge of her tongue. Another smaller flood of cum spilled through me as I gasped and bucked through another orgasm. Jessie held the cheeks of my behind cupped in her hands, held her mouth tight to my pussy riding me, sucking cream from my pussy, drinking my cum.

I couldn't believe how good Rhonda's pussy tasted. The flood of her cum into my mouth was nectar from the gods. I just drank and drank her sweetness. Having her buck and thrust her pussy to my mouth felt so erotic. I felt both powerful yet not. Powerful because it was my lips my tongue sending that orgasm consuming her, but at the same time I felt so famine having her thrust her pussy against my mouth as if demanding that I drink from her. This was truly heaven on earth.

Once Rhonda's orgasm faded and she could only lay back against the couch and pant for breath, I stole two more swiped of cream with my tongue then rested my cheek against her thigh.

I must have dozed. I awoke to Rhonda lifting me. She slid from under me but wouldn't let me get up. She sat on the floor next to me and kissed me. Her scent and flavor filled both our senses reigniting that clenching need.

I whimpered in protest as she pulled her mouth from mine. "Jess I want you to kneel on your knees, rest against the couch if you need to, but I need you to kneel, facing the couch, for me." She instructed. I had to ask why. I had no idea why she was asking me to kneel on the floor.

"Oh baby, I need to drink your cum from your pussy. When I make you cum every drop will spill into my mouth this way, and I'll be there to drink it." Rhonda whispered.

I shivered with excitement. Uncertain, but trusting in Rhonda I knelt. Before turning me to face the couch Rhonda lowered her mouth to each of my breasts. She licked and sucked my nipples into throbbing aching points. She sucked my nipples hard, very hard. Surprise washed through me as pleasure became pain and pain became pleasure. I cupped her head to my breasts and begged her to suck me harder. The air almost burned my nipples when she released them. They were hard and raw for days, causing my pussy to be wet and aroused the whole time.

Rhonda released me and turned me facing towards the couch. I wanted her mouth at my breast but my throbbing clit needed her more. Once she had me facing towards the couch she pulled my hips back away from the couch. She kept her hand touching me as she moved behind me. I felt a comfort in that. I was scared and uncertain under all the sexual need but Rhonda must have known that. I was shocked as she lay down on the floor behind me. Even more shocked when she scooted between my legs and brought her mouth to rest inches below my pussy. Her hands gripped my waist and pulled my pussy to her mouth. Warm moist kisses against my thighs wiped all fear away. Soft warm lips tugging on my engorged lips rinsed away my uncertainty. I melted, lost on a tide of pleasure.

Jessie's pussy was so sweet. Her lips were puffy and swollen just perfect for sucking on. Her nectar had leaked spilling over them becoming a feast for me. I separated her lips with my thumbs, spreading them so I could devour her beauty with me eyes. The air left me in a rush. Her pussy was so beautiful, soft feminine and delicate, a combination of pinks frosted with the richest cream. The entrance to her womb soaking in cream so thick and milky I was instantly parched and only her essence would sooth my thirst.

With my hands, I held Jessie's hips, holding her steady, holding her in place while I drank from her. Words elude me when I try to describe the taste of her pussy. I just remember she tasted divine, worlds better than anything I'd ever tasted. I remember wishing I could place a glass under her pussy and have her cream flow into it so I could drink it anytime I needed to.

I teased her pussy using my tongue and teeth as tools of torture. Her cries fueled me to bring her higher and higher. I could feel her body trembling with need, her pussy clenching in desperation. I slipped my fingers into her heat and she clenched around them so tight I could barely move them. At one point, in desperation she lowered her hand to her pussy frantic to rub her clit and release the dam holding her orgasm at bay. I wasn't ready for my baby's release yet. I wanted her to crave it, to hurt for it, to need it so desperately that when it washed through her it took every cell inside her with it. I wanted her to cum so hard she shattered and it was my tongue inside her that held her anchored.

I'd known when that moment arrived. I felt it in the convulsions wracking her pussy. I knew if I didn't suck her, lick her into and through her orgasm she would explode without me. I stroked my finger shallow and slow while I licked and sucked her clit. I waited, caressed her through the leading edge, while is built and rolled over her in a genital wash of rapture. My fingers plunged deeper stroked faster while I sucked her, licked her, then with more force matching, embracing her desperation as the center of her release tore through her. She bucked hard against my mouth, onto my fingers. Then my baby shattered. Her orgasm raged through her with an intensity beyond measure. All I could do was ride along with her and try to sustain her level of pleasure through my fingers and with my mouth. Her screams became cries of pleasure as she shattered under the intensity of pleasure. Then I licked Jess gently. Light brushes of my tongue across her clit as the last threads of pleasure spun through her. When I knew she was ready I lowered my mouth and opened it around her. Sweet liquid cream poured into my mouth. Gently I sucked drawing her essence to me. My tongue followed searching for every drop to swallow. I smiled against her pussy when I felt her tremor. I used my tongue to encourage more. I sighed in pleasure as she convulsed through another small orgasm. I gratefully drank the liquid release from her pleasure.

Rhonda and I spent that whole weekend making love. It was as if we were kept safe and warm in our own cocoon. Nothing and no one from the outside world could get in. I've always held that time in my heart. I'm still not sure why I ran away from her, from what we shared, but I did. I found excuses not to see Rhonda for the rest of the school year. Our parents thought we'd had a fight and kept trying to get us to talk it out but I couldn't. I think the fear of being labeled lesbian consumed me. How could I tell my parents and friends I preferred making love with another woman instead of a man? I wrote it off as a momentary laps of sanity.

I went off to college and heard that Rhonda did the same. I knew I'd hurt her. I kept hoping I'd never have to meet her eyes again and see the accusation and pain waiting there.

I met a man in college and married him. We had four children. He had a good job I stayed home with the kids. I did and said all the right things, good wife, and good mother. I went to church, helped out in the schools all the perfect things. But when I made love with my husband it was a woman's body I imagined over me, under me. I imagined it was a woman licking my pussy. That was the only way I could reach an orgasm. The taste of my husbands cum made me gag. I tried to hide it from him but I was afraid he knew. I couldn't stand having his dick shoved into the back of my throat I felt like panicking, I could breath. The thing that confused me though was I loved having my husband's dick buried inside me after he'd made me cum with his mouth. I loved feeling feminine. I'd look at other women and feel nothing. Through time the feelings grew stronger more confusing. I refused to investigate though. I had a safe marriage, a husband who loved me and kids who didn't deserve a mom who betrayed them in such a devastating way.

I was thirty when Rhonda and I met again. It's amazing how the world turns. Somehow, she and I both ended up in Michigan and in the same town. We met in a small park that I frequent often. There's a flock of birds there who are suckers for a few loaves of bread. I'd brought a whole bakery's worth lately. I couldn't run from the feeling plaguing me. I'd begun reading novels based on lesbian relationships, this only tormented me more but at the same time I needed the stories to keep me going. They were something to feed the hungers consuming me.

Rhonda was sitting at a bench talking with a very nice looking man. I thought she must be married and this was her husband. Damn, she'd done well! I was happy for her, relieved that what I'd done to her hadn't hurt her so much that she hadn't gone on to marry and be happy. I wanted to go and talk to her but I didn't. I'd been a real shit in how I'd treated her and I didn't think it would be a pleasant exchange of salutations.

At that very moment, Rhonda raised her head and met my eyes. I saw that sudden recognition followed by the hurt I knew I would see. Rhonda turned back to the papers she was reading with her companion. I sighed. Well now I knew. I got up to leave after throwing the last few slices to the birds. I stole one last glance at Rhonda. She hadn't changed too much, still beautiful and that underlying hint of sexual essence. Still the girl who showed me love but now the woman she'd grown to be.

I'd only walked a shot distance from the pond before I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard her voice calling my name.

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