Category: lesbian sex

Smooth Teen Pussy

Samantha sat on the edge of the tub with her legs spread wide apart while she very carefully maneuvered the safety razor along her bulging vaginal lips, using tiny short strokes to remove the final remnants of hair from her eighteen year old pussy. A knock on the bathroom door made her pause as she asked who it was. “Just me,” shouted her best friend Priscilla through the closed door, “can I come in?!?” “Sure, Pris, come on in, I’m almost finished here anyway,” intoned Samantha as she went back to her barbering!

Priscilla nearly burst through the door and took a seat on the closed toilet lid and asked, “What in the hell are you doing, Sam, it looks like your taking it all off!?!” Continuing with her shaving, Samantha replied, “That’s right, babe, I’m getting rid of all of it, with summer coming up, I want a nice clean look for my new bikini.” Priscilla didn’t answer for awhile, but watched intently as her friend scraped away her remaining pubes. “Doesn’t it sting,” she finally asked, “it looks like it burns like the dickens.” “Not too badly,” Sam replied, “and I’m going to rub it with baby oil when I’m finished, that should take away the sting!” Pris looked doubtful, but held her tongue as Samantha wiped away the excess lather and dabbed away the remaining moisture with a fluffy towel.

“Well,” asked Samantha, “how does it look!?!” “Like a five year old,” Pris retorted quickly, “but I have to admit that it does look sexy in an odd sort of way, how does it feel?” “Mmmmm, very erotic, the air is really cool on it,” Sam replied softly, “look at my clit, it’s all puffed up.” Priscilla leaned forward for a better look, and was astounded at what she saw. There at the top of Sam’s crack, poked out the head of her very erect clitoris. “My god, Sam,” she moaned quietly, “you must be on fire.” Sam’s breathing was now becoming labored, and along the length of crack moisture appeared in small droplets, looking for all the world like a string of small pearls! Without asking, Priscilla picked up the baby oil, turned on the hot water and held the bottle under the faucet for a minute or so to warm up its contents, and then squeezed a generous squirt into her hand, where upon she rubbed the warm oil gently into Samantha’s freshly shaven mound.
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Bouncy

Karen tapped Steffi on the shoulder and told her that Miss Peters wanted to see her in her office right away. Steffi finished buttoning her blouse and asked, “Did she say what she wanted?” “Nope,” shot back Karen as she hurried out of the locker room, “she didn’t seem upset or anything, she just wants to seeya!” “Christ,” muttered Steffi, “it’s lunch time and I’m being held over after gym class,” as she scooped up her towel and gym clothes and stuffed them in her back pack. “Karen said you wanted to see me,” Steffi remarked in a questioning voice after knocking on the door frame. “Yes, Steffi, please sit down,” commented Miss Peters, “I have something I wish to discuss with you.” Steffi sat down and waited patiently for the gym teacher to get to the point while in a matter of fact voice, Miss Peters began, “I’ve noticed in gym class that during strenuous exercises your seem to bounce much more than normal, I don’t know why, but it’s bad for your chest muscles to have them banging and moving around so much!” Steffi was dumbfounded at this line of inquiry, but she managed to nod her head in agreement and wait for the teacher to continue. “Now it’s quite evident that you have a much larger chest than most of the other girls in your class, but it’s important that you take proper care of your breasts so that they don’t begin to sag prematurely, so what I want to know is if you are wearing a proper sports bra during gym class,” Miss Peters asked? “Oh, yes,” Steffi replied quickly, “here it is,” she said while fishing it out of her back pack and handed it to Miss Peters who carefully studied the sweaty garment for several seconds before returning her gaze to Steffi. Of course, with a chest your size, this will not do at all,” she opined while flipping the gray bra back to Steffi, “this will not do at all.”
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Sam Has a Wild Night

My name is Samantha, but my friends call me Sam. I had been dating Jake for a little over a year and a half. We were both juniors at State University and had met at the end of our freshman year. He was a great guy who I was probably going to spend the rest of my life with, and the sex was absolutely amazing. Never once was there a dull moment and we always kept it exciting. This is the story of one of those nights.

I’ve always had a that has gone unsatisfied. I love the way their skin feels to the touch, as soft as anything imaginable. Sometimes in class I would find myself daydreaming of someone I had met the weekend before, wishing I could sink my tongue into her mouth and explore her body with my hands. I had never told Jake this, because he would have pushed me to try it. It wasn’t that I needed a push, I needed the right girl. I wanted a girl who was like me, because after all, it wasn’t only for me, but for Jake too, but he didn’t know that. I knew his tastes and they complimented mine quite nicely.

You see, I’m about 5’7″ and well toned with a large B cup, shoulder length brown hair with killer hips. I mean my butt is my best asset and I love looking at ripe round asses. The only thing different about me that I like on a girl is long blonde hair. I love imagining that little tuft of barely visible blonde hair just above beautifully shaven lips. I have quite often amused myself at night to this and many similar thoughts.
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Making Candles Threesome

I couldn’t have predicted what was to happen, there was no warning. My two friends, Bob and Anna, had introduced me to Nancy and Sandy the previous week while I was helping to make some bookcases. They were pretty, but didn’t impress.

Nancy surprised me with her call, asking to come over so we could make candles after I finished my evening work. I baked bread at the time, you see, so I could pay for those little extras that made a college education fulfilling, like dope and gas money. I’d bake 100 or so loaves a night while studying. Making bread involves a lot of waiting around for yeast to rise. I think sex is a little like that, too, except for the waiting. Nancy’s call was a surprise because I didn’t think she was any more impressed with me than I was with her and her friend. But what the hell, the approach was unique and, besides, I figured candlemaking might be fun.

Does this sound corny to you, my friend? I mean it’s twenty years later, the times are different and we don’t do those things anymore but, really, nobody’d think it wierd to have two girls over to make candles twenty years ago. Now it sounds like a ridiculous come on. Then, it was normal. When I mentioned to some of folks that Bob and Anna’s friends were coming to make candles tonight, nobody blinked, nobody got sarcastic, nobody cared. It was normal.

They showed up at nine, Nancy in jeans and a check shirt, Sandy in virgin polyester. They took over the front room and started cooking paraffin, taking out boxes of equipment, dyes and things. I quickly realized I had no interest whatsoever in paraffin, dyes or candles. Nancy, on the other hand, was more and more intriguing. Somehow, our bodies made contact a little more often than statistics would predict. Her would brush, accidentally, on my arm as she turned. She against me as I was pretending to be interested in melting candlewax, and then did it again, without arousing Sandy’s suspicion as far as I could see.
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Over Developed Clit

Mary Pekin sat in the back row of the high school class room almost unable to look any of the other women in the face. This was so embarrassing! She had lost complete control over her sex drive because of her over developed clitoris! She had been to six doctors and each and every one of them gave her the same diagnosis: Hyper Clitoral Dysfunction. Good grief, she had never even heard of it until her own organ ballooned up until it actually looked like a little penis! There were at least twelve other women present, and Mary wondered if they were stuck in the same leaky boat as she was. Her last doctor had recommended she attend this special class to help her cope with her problem. This was the first of seven scheduled meetings and Mary was nervous to say the least! Several of the other women were talking in subdues voices when a firm voice resounded, “If we could all take our seats, we can get started!”

Mary looked up to find the location of the voice and was a little taken a back when she discovered that the voice belonged to an absolutely stunning blonde of about thirty five or so! The group quickly quieted down as everyone’s attention gravitated to the blonde. “Good evening ladies, my name is Veronica Knight, but since this will be an informal class you may call me Roni!” “You’re all here for the same reason, so we might as well get down to it right away!” It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop as everyone in the class stared impassively at Veronica Knight! “I’ve found that best way to get comfortable with the situation is for everyone to remove all their clothing from the waist down,” Roni said evenly. So if everyone is quite ready, let’s get started!” Red faces began popping out all across the room and no one made a move to remove any clothing. “Come now ladies,” Roni admonished, “let’s get on with it!” With their heads hung down the women slowly began taking off their skirt, dresses, and slacks before sliding panties down and over their hips. If anyone had cared to notice, Veronica Knight was joining in and taking off her clothes as well!
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Jill In Need

“Oh god I’m cumming,” Jill screamed, “don’t stop now, faster, faster!” Josh increased the pace of his fucking, trying to drive his hard prick all the way through the hot little bitch lying beneath him. He had fucked quite a few girls in his time, but never had he met one with such a prodigious sexual appetite! He had know Jill for only about two weeks, and already she was fucking him to death! Now he knew why his friend Rick had said it was okay for him to take her out, because he was trying to get out of an almost impossible situation–a woman who had much more sexual energy than he did! At first it seemed wonderful, that a beautiful woman would let you have her whenever you wanted to. The only problem was that when you were finished, she was just getting started! Josh was trying to think of someone he could palm her off to, but at the moment this little minx was doing her best to finish him off right then and there!
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Student Teacher is a Team Player

She was a at the State College and was also doing her student teaching that fall semester at a local high school. The afternoon football game was the last of the season, the last of her college career and traditionally there was a heck of a party put on by the team after the game. This is the story of that party and team spirit. And, oh, what team spirit she had!

Jackie knew better but when the star halfback of the college football team had asked her to go over to his place to listen to some music she just couldn’t resist. As a cheerleader she had watched him play and seen him often in the field house after games and practice, often without a shirt on and she had marveled at his dark skin and chiseled features–he was a handsome man. And, when he had approached her at the end of the season party her alcohol altered inhibitions melted away.
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The Treatment

The intercom buzzed on Miss Watkins’ desk, and a the soft voice of Dr. Winters nurse, Andrea Hartman, requested that the next patient be sent to the examining room. “Okay, Miss Mitchell, follow me please,” Miss Watkins ordered, as she held the open the door to the hall way leading to the examining rooms. “Sit right here,” the receptionist said, “and Nurse Hartman will be with you in a minute!” Sarah Mitchell nervously scanned the stark white walls and involuntarily shivered and said to herself, “What in the name of god am I doing here, I must have been crazy to even have dreamt of trying this!!!” She was quickly jarred back to reality when the door swung open and Andrea Hartman entered the room! “Hi, Sarah,” Andrea said brightly, while extending her hand, “I’m Andrea Hartman, but you can just call me Andrea, okay!?!” Taking Andrea’s hand and shaking it, Sarah merely smile weakly and nodded. “All right,” Andrea said as she sat down while reading Sarah’s history, “let’s see what we have here!!!” After flipping through several pages of Sarah’s medical history, Andrea intoned, “I see that the reason for your appointment is the inability to achieve , is that correct?!?” “Uh, yes, ma’am,” Sarah stammered!!! “Well,” Andrea replied, “that’s unusual for a woman of twenty seven, but I’m sure the doctor can help you, he has almost a ninety percent success rate with young women!!!” “Now,” she continued, “before the doctor comes in, remove all of your clothing and put on this gown, he’ll with you shortly!!!”
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