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CHAPTER ONE
“Helen, you dirty little ****” [whack]. Helen had been found once again asleep with her hand down her panties. She didn’t know why, but she had always found playing around ‘down there’ pretty pleasing. In fact, when she was barely old enough to see over the top of the kitchen table, she found the spin cycle on her mum’s twin tub washing machine was most pleasant.
Yes, Helen had been what’s probably termed over-sexed from an extremely young age. Some would say later in life this may have been caused by some form of sexual experience or abuse when she was young – who knows. All Helen knew was – it felt nice and she liked it.
However, what it did teach her was that it had to be a secret. She would perfect the art of a silent orgasm over time. She wasn’t able to suppress these feelings, the urge she’d sometimes feel, but she worked out how to disguise it.
Mind you, now she’s much older, in her 40s in fact and a business woman, and today she finds herself sitting in her office, alone, daydreaming. It’s a dreary day, dull and overcast outside and work is boring. She lives in a somewhat humdrum life, every day being the same as the one before. Except, that is, when it comes to her "extra curricular activities"!!! She certainly likes to spice her life up when it comes to playtime! Today she’s once again getting that warm feeling; yes, she’s horny again, but in the office she can’t do anything about it. She can’t exactly be found with her hand down her panties now, can she? Or can she!
She’s working away on her computer, trying to suppress the feeling, but suddenly, as occasionally happens, as she’s doing some research an alternative suggestion pops up in Google. She’s typing up notes for an author on a book about pets and needs to find some reference about hamsters. Google pops up XHamster, a porn site. Helen is shocked, but her curiosity drives her to take a closer look. What she sees opens up a whole new door for her – her imagination!
The day went by and Helen was still no further forward with her work, but BOY had she enjoyed herself. She’d found a whole new world where she didn’t feel alone; there were others like her out there, and even more so! She’d discovered ways of having fun she’d never even dreamed of and over the weeks to come she’s watch the videos and imagine herself in the scene; one day it’d be with a lesbian, another it would be in a group sex scene – there was such a variety of ways of having fun.
This particular day Helen chose a lesbian video. It was about two women, one of whom was a lesbian and the other a friend (which Helen decided was her).
Carol, as Helen had decided to call her, had invited Helen around for the evening to have a glass of wine and a girlie night in. They had known each other for many years and had quite a bit in common and lots to chat about and catch up with. Helen had been a bit down lately, things had got a bit too much for her and she needed a friend to talk to.
When Helen arrived Carol looked nice, she’d dressed up, Helen felt scruffy, she was just in her jeans and a t-shirt. “Carol, you look lovely, I thought we were just having a girlie night in?”. Carol just smiled and gestured to Helen to come in.
They went into the lounge. Carol had a big corner sofa in the room with a coffee table in front. There was music playing softly, a bottle of white wine on the table with two glasses. Carol relaxed on the sofa and Helen sat at the other end. They talked about their days; work, shopping, etc and were having a really nice time, laughing and giggling. Carol went to pour more wine, but he bottle was empty “I’ll go and get another” and she went to the kitchen.
When she came back she poured another glass for Helen and sat down on the sofa, but this time close up to Helen. Helen didn’t mind, Carol smelled really nice and her body was warm against her own.
Helen began to pour her heart out to Carol, everything just came bursting out and Helen became upset. Carol put her arm around her to comfort her, it was a nice feeling. She hugged her close to her and Helen felt much better, but that warm feeling she’d had many times before was starting! She looked at Carol, not knowing what to do, but Carol did. She kissed Helen gently on the lips; just a peck, but it was there! Helen’s body told her exactly what to do, she put her hand around the back of Carol’s head and pulled her back towards her; gently opening her lips she kissed Carol. Within moments they found themselves kissing passionately – tongues dancing around together as thought dancing to the music. “Are you OK?” Carol asked Helen. “Yes” she replied, smiling with a twinkle in her eye. “Good, I’m so glad!”.
Helen Carol relaxed back onto the sofa, secretly wishing and hoping that she would find herself going as far as she could! She sighed as Carol leaned over and began to kiss her again, but this time she felt Carol’s hand on her left boob, gently squeezing, very gently indeed – mmm, it felt really nice, better than all those times Helen did it to herself! She soon found herself responding, writhing around and making it clear that she was enjoying it.
Helen’s eyes were closed, enjoying the experience. Carol stopped kissing her and Helen opened her eyes and found herself gazing into Carol’s. It was a very knowing look, from both of them! Helen looked down at her t-shirt, she could see her nipples standing to attention, even through her padded bra! Carol had spotted it too “shall we take a look?” she said with a smile. Helen nodded and lifted her t-shirt up and off over her head. She was wearing her favourite underwear! She had “daily” underwear for everyday use, and “special” underwear for when she wanted to feel special, even sexy, and she’d chosen to wear one of those this evening. Maybe she’d had a premonition?
Carol placed her hand on Helen’s shoulder and began to kiss her again, but this time she ran her hand down Helen’s full boob, letting her fingers dip inside the cup and brushing Helen’s stiff nipple – she couldn’t have missed, it was so hard! God Helen loved the feeling. She’d never thought she’d enjoy it so much! She wanted more.
She leaned forward and put her hands behind her back, unhooking her bra. Suddenly she remembered the whacks when she was little – she hoped she hadn’t gone too far this time, but Carol’s reaction told her that she definitely hadn’t – Carol slipped the left shoulder strap down along her arm, soon followed by the right one. The bra was off! Helen’s eyes were closed again while Carol gazed at those lovely pert nipples. They looked too inviting to ignore any longer. She leaned down and, gently cupping the boob, with just the tip of her tongue, she licked the right nipple, triggering a shudder and sigh from Helen “you ok?” Helen nodded, she was very much OK! Carol went back to licking her nipple, now beginning to nibble on it with her lips too. Helen knew it was time to respond.
She moved her hand across Carol’s body, seeking out her tits. She nervously brushed her hand over the heaving bosom. She could feel nothing underneath – Carol wasn’t wearing a bra! She was delighted, if a little shocked. Carol had obviously been expecting this. Her top as very flimsy and Helen could feel quite clearly her stiff nipples through the material. They would occasionally gaze into each other’s eyes, knowing what was happening and both enjoying every moment of it. Neither of them had noticed that the music had stopped, some time ago. The only sound either could hear was their hearts and breathless gasps of delight with every movement.
Carol d****d her right leg across Helen’s lap, inviting Helen to seek out further pleasures from beneath her skirt. Helen had watched enough of these videos to know the next thing that would happen, or at least what she wanted to happen in her version. Helen put her hand down onto Carol’s knee. Her skin was so soft and silky, it just invited her to explore further, and she knew which direction she wanted to go in. There was just one question on her mind at the moment – was Carol wearing any knickers? It wouldn’t be long before she discovered the answer to that question. What was she hoping – yes or no?
Her hand travelled shakily upwards, along Carol’s thighs, slipping gently between her legs. It was getting warmer and warmer the higher she travelled, and her hand was beginning to shake more vigorously by the time she found the answer – NO, no panties. She was secretly relieved, but then the little doubting voice in her mind, that often cropped up and would often crop up in the future, said “you shouldn’t”. It was almost like Carol could read her mind, “it’s OK”. WOW, this was so nice. Carol’s cunt was damp, warm and very welcoming. She decided to continue to explore her new situation, the unknown. and until now unexplored by Helen, crevices of the treasure between Carol’s cunt lips. She gingerly opened them up with her finger and thumb and then allowed another finger to touch inside. By now she was shaking so much, she couldn’t control it, but was it fear or excitement. It didn’t matter though. Carol was responding to Helen’s touch by becoming wetter and wetter with each stroke of her finger. She was obviously enjoying this as much as Helen was.
Helen just couldn’t believe that this was happening to her, she wasn’t getting walloped for it and that it was SO good.
Their writhing around had moved their positions by now, and they were lying on the sofa, Carol slightly on top of Helen, but they weren’t really that comfortable. “How about we get more comfy?” Carol asked. Helen nervously nodded, too afraid to speak because her voice wouldn’t have come out. Carol stood up and held her hand out towards Helen who nervously took it and stood up. They walked out of the room, Carol leading and Helen following, hand in hand. They walked towards the stairs and slowly climbed, one behind the other, all the way to the top. When they got to the top, they turned and Carol opened one of the doors. Helen knew exactly what she was going to find inside – a bed. Yes, that’s exactly what there was inside – a huge bed, dimmed lighting and a glorious scent filled the air. The bed was covered in a dark coloured very deep silky quilt which Carol sat on and guided Helen until she was standing directly in front of her. She put her fingers inside of the waistband of Helen’s jeans and undid the button, lowering the zip she guided the jeans down over Helen’s hips, down her thighs and they fell the rest of the way to the floor. Helen kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the jeans, leaving them on the floor where they lay. Just as she had with her bra, she had a matching pair of silky panties on, but there was a problem. They were very wet; very wet indeed. Helen was embarrassed, she didn’t want Carol to see, but how was she going to stop her. Once again, that nagging doubt was eating away at her.
Carol fell back onto the bed, sinking into the quilt as she did so. Helen’s doubt went away and she followed, not even thinking about it. She was lying on the bed beside Carol and they were kissing again. Carol slipped out of her flimsy blouse, finally revealing her tits, much to Helen’s delight. She wanted them, wanted them so much. She bent her head down but, unlike Carol had done to her, gently licking and kissing her nipples, she couldn’t wait, she took one of Carol’s nipples into her mouth and began to suck hard, taking the nipple between her teeth and biting. Carol thought ‘mmm, that’s what you like is it?’. Helen had obviously found her confidence, or at least enough to push her luck a little further. She began to move down Carol’s body. Carol had raised her feet onto the bed, which meant that her knees were up, bent and, to Helen’s delight, apart! She pushed Carol’s skirt up as far as she could, revealing a smooth pussy, not a hair in sight. That voice of doubt was at the back of her mind again. She’d shaved her pussy, but it was nowhere as smooth as this. Would Carol be disappointed? However, there was now a much more interesting scent in the air, that of Carol’s pussy juice. It was inviting her to seek out the source. She opened the lips once again, but this time she could see what she was doing, as well as feel it. Oh boy, the view was fantastic, she’d never seen anything like this before – she’d never even looked at her own pussy! It was glistening in the dimmed light of the room and was looking a little swollen – it hadn’t felt this swollen downstairs!
Carol reached down and was holding her lips apart. She put her hand on the back of Helen’s head, gently pushing downwards. What the heck did she want Helen to do – she surely couldn’t want her to put her face down there, or could she? Helen thought back to some of the videos she’d watched. What did people do in this situation? She just couldn’t remember. She decided just to let her body take over, do whatever felt natural. She allowed Carol’s pushes to succeed and her head went down. She found herself with her nose right by Carol’s pussy and discovered where that wonderful aroma was coming from. Her tongue came out and gently touched Helen’s swollen cunt, just a little, but she heard a gasp. Was this it, was this the time she’d gone too far? But Carol’s hand hadn’t moved, it was still holding her head in position. She decided it was alright to keep going. She lapped up the delicious juice that she found. Once she’d lapped it all up, she wanted more. She knew, from her own playtime, exactly where it was coming from and what was needed to produce more – that glorious hole a little further down needed to be stimulated. Helen knew that her fingers did it to her, but she’d had another idea; she wondered whether her tongue would have the same effect, or even a better one? There was only one way of finding out, go for it. She bent her head a little further forward and allowed her tongue to reach down. Carol must have enjoyed it because she opened her legs even further and was arching her back on the bed. She allowed her tongue to circle around the hole and then, with a little gentle pressure, inside. It opened up so easily.
Helen began to wonder how good this was feeling. It must be good, Carol was pouring out juice like there was a tap turned on! Helen wanted some too, but would Carol oblige? However, she was worried about her wet knickers. She just didn’t want Carol to see them. She reached down and slipped them off, but before she could throw them to the floor, Carol snatched them from her. She looked around to see what Carol had done with them – she feared Carol lying there laughing at her – she’d wet her knickers, but no, nothing of the sort, Carol was lying there sucking on the crotch of Helen’s knickers, sucking all of Helen’s juice from the silky material. She just couldn’t believe her eyes.
Helen decided she wanted more, she wanted to feel the pleasure that Carol had obviously been feeling just a few minutes ago. She lay on the bed beside Carol, with her legs beside Carol’s head, and lowered herself down so that she was in the opposite direction. She put her hand on Carol’s hip and gently pulled her towards her, hoping above all hope that Carol would roll over. Helen was lying on her side with her legs open, hoping above all hope that she would feel Carol’s head resting on her thigh. To her astonishment, and great relief, that’s exactly what she did feel – Carol had laid her leg on Helen’s thigh, really high up and had turned towards Helen, offering her open cunt and inviting Helen to dip inside. Helen couldn’t believe her luck, she followed suit and laid her head on the soft thigh, plunging her face into that wonderfully smooth pussy, lapping up the juices. Helen just couldn’t suppress her feelings any longer and she began to moan and writhe around and to her pleasure Carol was doing exactly the same. Helen had just never had a feeling like this before – no amount of masturbation could ever make her feel like this. She was having orgasm after orgasm, so close together that they almost merged into one. Carol was moaning too and every now and then her legs tightened around Helen’s head, almost as though she was pulling her closer to her. Helen just couldn’t have stopped, even if she’d wanted to, nature had just taken over and she was having more pleasure than anyone every had a right to have.
Suddenly she felt a wonderful feeling, she didn’t know it but she was about to have the best orgasm she would ever have, or at least most definitely the best she’d ever had so far in her life. She felt her body tense, she was squeezing Carol’s head between her thighs, Carol couldn’t have got away, even if she’d wanted to, but she didn’t seem to want to – she was obviously enjoying this as much as Helen was – though Helen didn’t think that was possible. Suddenly there was a wonderful release, but what on earth was happening? Helen had NEVER had this feeling before, and nothing even remotely like it. She didn’t understand, but she just couldn’t stop it happening. She could hear sounds of lapping, sucking and Carol was still licking way at her cunt, but Helen was exhausted. She rolled back on the bed, away from Carol, pulling her cunt away from Carol’s tongue. She lay on her back staring at the ceiling for a moment, almost afraid to look, afraid to dare speak to Carol. My God, what would she think, what would she say? Helen didn’t dare try to guess. She looked down and could see Carol resting up on her elbow, looking longingly at Helen. “How do you feel” she asked Helen. Helen nervously, with a very shaky voice, said “I’m OK, what about you?”. She hardly dared to hope that the answer would be a positive one, but she shouldn’t have worried, “fantastic” was the reply! “I’ll go and get a fresh quilt cover” and she got up and left the room. Why would she need to do that, was she really so house-proud that a crumpled bed would worry her? Helen sat up, but could feel something odd. The cover felt wet. She looked and in the dim light of the room she could see a huge wet patch on the dark silky quilt cover.
Helen’s little nagging voice was in her head once again. She hurriedly got up and pulled knickers on. They were still damp, but she had no choice. She was pulling her jeans back on when Carol walked back into the room “You off already?”. Helen nodded, too upset to speak, too afraid to speak, too embarrassed to speak. The wet patch MUST have been her, in her 40s she’d wet the bed! “You’re not worried about this are you?”, Helen nodded. “It shows me how much you enjoyed it, it’s fantastic”. She could see from Helen’s face that she hadn’t understood the comment “You know what happened, don’t you?”. Helen still couldn’t speak, but instead shook her head, looking down at the ground. Carol gave her a hug, put her finger under her chin and lifted her head so that Helen was looking into her face “Hasn’t this happened to you before?”; another shake of the head was the response to that question. “How fantastic, I’m your first?” First what? “You squirted”. Crikey, Helen had seen that in videos too, but no way was it ever going to happen to her, but it had this time!
Helen decided it was time to leave, but she’d had the most wonderful evening and was wishing that she’d be able to do it again sometime. “Let’s do it again, soon” said Carol; Helen smiled and nodded. She walked away with a warm, glowing feeling and got back to her car. Yes, she would do it again, in a flash!
Helen realised she was back to reality, back in her humdrum life. It was late and she really ought to be heading home. She closed down her computer, tidied her desk, locked up and left. It had been a long, but fun, day and Helen was tired. She decided to have a nice bath and go straight to bed. Tomorrow was another day!
****
Helen had known that Carol was a lesbian – it’s for you to work out whether she’d manipulated the situation for her own pleasure!
“Helen, you dirty little ****” [whack]. Helen had been found once again asleep with her hand down her panties. She didn’t know why, but she had always found playing around ‘down there’ pretty pleasing. In fact, when she was barely old enough to see over the top of the kitchen table, she found the spin cycle on her mum’s twin tub washing machine was most pleasant.
Yes, Helen had been what’s probably termed over-sexed from an extremely young age. Some would say later in life this may have been caused by some form of sexual experience or abuse when she was young – who knows. All Helen knew was – it felt nice and she liked it.
However, what it did teach her was that it had to be a secret. She would perfect the art of a silent orgasm over time. She wasn’t able to suppress these feelings, the urge she’d sometimes feel, but she worked out how to disguise it.
Mind you, now she’s much older, in her 40s in fact and a business woman, and today she finds herself sitting in her office, alone, daydreaming. It’s a dreary day, dull and overcast outside and work is boring. She lives in a somewhat humdrum life, every day being the same as the one before. Except, that is, when it comes to her "extra curricular activities"!!! She certainly likes to spice her life up when it comes to playtime! Today she’s once again getting that warm feeling; yes, she’s horny again, but in the office she can’t do anything about it. She can’t exactly be found with her hand down her panties now, can she? Or can she!
She’s working away on her computer, trying to suppress the feeling, but suddenly, as occasionally happens, as she’s doing some research an alternative suggestion pops up in Google. She’s typing up notes for an author on a book about pets and needs to find some reference about hamsters. Google pops up XHamster, a porn site. Helen is shocked, but her curiosity drives her to take a closer look. What she sees opens up a whole new door for her – her imagination!
The day went by and Helen was still no further forward with her work, but BOY had she enjoyed herself. She’d found a whole new world where she didn’t feel alone; there were others like her out there, and even more so! She’d discovered ways of having fun she’d never even dreamed of and over the weeks to come she’s watch the videos and imagine herself in the scene; one day it’d be with a lesbian, another it would be in a group sex scene – there was such a variety of ways of having fun.
This particular day Helen chose a lesbian video. It was about two women, one of whom was a lesbian and the other a friend (which Helen decided was her).
Carol, as Helen had decided to call her, had invited Helen around for the evening to have a glass of wine and a girlie night in. They had known each other for many years and had quite a bit in common and lots to chat about and catch up with. Helen had been a bit down lately, things had got a bit too much for her and she needed a friend to talk to.
When Helen arrived Carol looked nice, she’d dressed up, Helen felt scruffy, she was just in her jeans and a t-shirt. “Carol, you look lovely, I thought we were just having a girlie night in?”. Carol just smiled and gestured to Helen to come in.
They went into the lounge. Carol had a big corner sofa in the room with a coffee table in front. There was music playing softly, a bottle of white wine on the table with two glasses. Carol relaxed on the sofa and Helen sat at the other end. They talked about their days; work, shopping, etc and were having a really nice time, laughing and giggling. Carol went to pour more wine, but he bottle was empty “I’ll go and get another” and she went to the kitchen.
When she came back she poured another glass for Helen and sat down on the sofa, but this time close up to Helen. Helen didn’t mind, Carol smelled really nice and her body was warm against her own.
Helen began to pour her heart out to Carol, everything just came bursting out and Helen became upset. Carol put her arm around her to comfort her, it was a nice feeling. She hugged her close to her and Helen felt much better, but that warm feeling she’d had many times before was starting! She looked at Carol, not knowing what to do, but Carol did. She kissed Helen gently on the lips; just a peck, but it was there! Helen’s body told her exactly what to do, she put her hand around the back of Carol’s head and pulled her back towards her; gently opening her lips she kissed Carol. Within moments they found themselves kissing passionately – tongues dancing around together as thought dancing to the music. “Are you OK?” Carol asked Helen. “Yes” she replied, smiling with a twinkle in her eye. “Good, I’m so glad!”.
Helen Carol relaxed back onto the sofa, secretly wishing and hoping that she would find herself going as far as she could! She sighed as Carol leaned over and began to kiss her again, but this time she felt Carol’s hand on her left boob, gently squeezing, very gently indeed – mmm, it felt really nice, better than all those times Helen did it to herself! She soon found herself responding, writhing around and making it clear that she was enjoying it.
Helen’s eyes were closed, enjoying the experience. Carol stopped kissing her and Helen opened her eyes and found herself gazing into Carol’s. It was a very knowing look, from both of them! Helen looked down at her t-shirt, she could see her nipples standing to attention, even through her padded bra! Carol had spotted it too “shall we take a look?” she said with a smile. Helen nodded and lifted her t-shirt up and off over her head. She was wearing her favourite underwear! She had “daily” underwear for everyday use, and “special” underwear for when she wanted to feel special, even sexy, and she’d chosen to wear one of those this evening. Maybe she’d had a premonition?
Carol placed her hand on Helen’s shoulder and began to kiss her again, but this time she ran her hand down Helen’s full boob, letting her fingers dip inside the cup and brushing Helen’s stiff nipple – she couldn’t have missed, it was so hard! God Helen loved the feeling. She’d never thought she’d enjoy it so much! She wanted more.
She leaned forward and put her hands behind her back, unhooking her bra. Suddenly she remembered the whacks when she was little – she hoped she hadn’t gone too far this time, but Carol’s reaction told her that she definitely hadn’t – Carol slipped the left shoulder strap down along her arm, soon followed by the right one. The bra was off! Helen’s eyes were closed again while Carol gazed at those lovely pert nipples. They looked too inviting to ignore any longer. She leaned down and, gently cupping the boob, with just the tip of her tongue, she licked the right nipple, triggering a shudder and sigh from Helen “you ok?” Helen nodded, she was very much OK! Carol went back to licking her nipple, now beginning to nibble on it with her lips too. Helen knew it was time to respond.
She moved her hand across Carol’s body, seeking out her tits. She nervously brushed her hand over the heaving bosom. She could feel nothing underneath – Carol wasn’t wearing a bra! She was delighted, if a little shocked. Carol had obviously been expecting this. Her top as very flimsy and Helen could feel quite clearly her stiff nipples through the material. They would occasionally gaze into each other’s eyes, knowing what was happening and both enjoying every moment of it. Neither of them had noticed that the music had stopped, some time ago. The only sound either could hear was their hearts and breathless gasps of delight with every movement.
Carol d****d her right leg across Helen’s lap, inviting Helen to seek out further pleasures from beneath her skirt. Helen had watched enough of these videos to know the next thing that would happen, or at least what she wanted to happen in her version. Helen put her hand down onto Carol’s knee. Her skin was so soft and silky, it just invited her to explore further, and she knew which direction she wanted to go in. There was just one question on her mind at the moment – was Carol wearing any knickers? It wouldn’t be long before she discovered the answer to that question. What was she hoping – yes or no?
Her hand travelled shakily upwards, along Carol’s thighs, slipping gently between her legs. It was getting warmer and warmer the higher she travelled, and her hand was beginning to shake more vigorously by the time she found the answer – NO, no panties. She was secretly relieved, but then the little doubting voice in her mind, that often cropped up and would often crop up in the future, said “you shouldn’t”. It was almost like Carol could read her mind, “it’s OK”. WOW, this was so nice. Carol’s cunt was damp, warm and very welcoming. She decided to continue to explore her new situation, the unknown. and until now unexplored by Helen, crevices of the treasure between Carol’s cunt lips. She gingerly opened them up with her finger and thumb and then allowed another finger to touch inside. By now she was shaking so much, she couldn’t control it, but was it fear or excitement. It didn’t matter though. Carol was responding to Helen’s touch by becoming wetter and wetter with each stroke of her finger. She was obviously enjoying this as much as Helen was.
Helen just couldn’t believe that this was happening to her, she wasn’t getting walloped for it and that it was SO good.
Their writhing around had moved their positions by now, and they were lying on the sofa, Carol slightly on top of Helen, but they weren’t really that comfortable. “How about we get more comfy?” Carol asked. Helen nervously nodded, too afraid to speak because her voice wouldn’t have come out. Carol stood up and held her hand out towards Helen who nervously took it and stood up. They walked out of the room, Carol leading and Helen following, hand in hand. They walked towards the stairs and slowly climbed, one behind the other, all the way to the top. When they got to the top, they turned and Carol opened one of the doors. Helen knew exactly what she was going to find inside – a bed. Yes, that’s exactly what there was inside – a huge bed, dimmed lighting and a glorious scent filled the air. The bed was covered in a dark coloured very deep silky quilt which Carol sat on and guided Helen until she was standing directly in front of her. She put her fingers inside of the waistband of Helen’s jeans and undid the button, lowering the zip she guided the jeans down over Helen’s hips, down her thighs and they fell the rest of the way to the floor. Helen kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the jeans, leaving them on the floor where they lay. Just as she had with her bra, she had a matching pair of silky panties on, but there was a problem. They were very wet; very wet indeed. Helen was embarrassed, she didn’t want Carol to see, but how was she going to stop her. Once again, that nagging doubt was eating away at her.
Carol fell back onto the bed, sinking into the quilt as she did so. Helen’s doubt went away and she followed, not even thinking about it. She was lying on the bed beside Carol and they were kissing again. Carol slipped out of her flimsy blouse, finally revealing her tits, much to Helen’s delight. She wanted them, wanted them so much. She bent her head down but, unlike Carol had done to her, gently licking and kissing her nipples, she couldn’t wait, she took one of Carol’s nipples into her mouth and began to suck hard, taking the nipple between her teeth and biting. Carol thought ‘mmm, that’s what you like is it?’. Helen had obviously found her confidence, or at least enough to push her luck a little further. She began to move down Carol’s body. Carol had raised her feet onto the bed, which meant that her knees were up, bent and, to Helen’s delight, apart! She pushed Carol’s skirt up as far as she could, revealing a smooth pussy, not a hair in sight. That voice of doubt was at the back of her mind again. She’d shaved her pussy, but it was nowhere as smooth as this. Would Carol be disappointed? However, there was now a much more interesting scent in the air, that of Carol’s pussy juice. It was inviting her to seek out the source. She opened the lips once again, but this time she could see what she was doing, as well as feel it. Oh boy, the view was fantastic, she’d never seen anything like this before – she’d never even looked at her own pussy! It was glistening in the dimmed light of the room and was looking a little swollen – it hadn’t felt this swollen downstairs!
Carol reached down and was holding her lips apart. She put her hand on the back of Helen’s head, gently pushing downwards. What the heck did she want Helen to do – she surely couldn’t want her to put her face down there, or could she? Helen thought back to some of the videos she’d watched. What did people do in this situation? She just couldn’t remember. She decided just to let her body take over, do whatever felt natural. She allowed Carol’s pushes to succeed and her head went down. She found herself with her nose right by Carol’s pussy and discovered where that wonderful aroma was coming from. Her tongue came out and gently touched Helen’s swollen cunt, just a little, but she heard a gasp. Was this it, was this the time she’d gone too far? But Carol’s hand hadn’t moved, it was still holding her head in position. She decided it was alright to keep going. She lapped up the delicious juice that she found. Once she’d lapped it all up, she wanted more. She knew, from her own playtime, exactly where it was coming from and what was needed to produce more – that glorious hole a little further down needed to be stimulated. Helen knew that her fingers did it to her, but she’d had another idea; she wondered whether her tongue would have the same effect, or even a better one? There was only one way of finding out, go for it. She bent her head a little further forward and allowed her tongue to reach down. Carol must have enjoyed it because she opened her legs even further and was arching her back on the bed. She allowed her tongue to circle around the hole and then, with a little gentle pressure, inside. It opened up so easily.
Helen began to wonder how good this was feeling. It must be good, Carol was pouring out juice like there was a tap turned on! Helen wanted some too, but would Carol oblige? However, she was worried about her wet knickers. She just didn’t want Carol to see them. She reached down and slipped them off, but before she could throw them to the floor, Carol snatched them from her. She looked around to see what Carol had done with them – she feared Carol lying there laughing at her – she’d wet her knickers, but no, nothing of the sort, Carol was lying there sucking on the crotch of Helen’s knickers, sucking all of Helen’s juice from the silky material. She just couldn’t believe her eyes.
Helen decided she wanted more, she wanted to feel the pleasure that Carol had obviously been feeling just a few minutes ago. She lay on the bed beside Carol, with her legs beside Carol’s head, and lowered herself down so that she was in the opposite direction. She put her hand on Carol’s hip and gently pulled her towards her, hoping above all hope that Carol would roll over. Helen was lying on her side with her legs open, hoping above all hope that she would feel Carol’s head resting on her thigh. To her astonishment, and great relief, that’s exactly what she did feel – Carol had laid her leg on Helen’s thigh, really high up and had turned towards Helen, offering her open cunt and inviting Helen to dip inside. Helen couldn’t believe her luck, she followed suit and laid her head on the soft thigh, plunging her face into that wonderfully smooth pussy, lapping up the juices. Helen just couldn’t suppress her feelings any longer and she began to moan and writhe around and to her pleasure Carol was doing exactly the same. Helen had just never had a feeling like this before – no amount of masturbation could ever make her feel like this. She was having orgasm after orgasm, so close together that they almost merged into one. Carol was moaning too and every now and then her legs tightened around Helen’s head, almost as though she was pulling her closer to her. Helen just couldn’t have stopped, even if she’d wanted to, nature had just taken over and she was having more pleasure than anyone every had a right to have.
Suddenly she felt a wonderful feeling, she didn’t know it but she was about to have the best orgasm she would ever have, or at least most definitely the best she’d ever had so far in her life. She felt her body tense, she was squeezing Carol’s head between her thighs, Carol couldn’t have got away, even if she’d wanted to, but she didn’t seem to want to – she was obviously enjoying this as much as Helen was – though Helen didn’t think that was possible. Suddenly there was a wonderful release, but what on earth was happening? Helen had NEVER had this feeling before, and nothing even remotely like it. She didn’t understand, but she just couldn’t stop it happening. She could hear sounds of lapping, sucking and Carol was still licking way at her cunt, but Helen was exhausted. She rolled back on the bed, away from Carol, pulling her cunt away from Carol’s tongue. She lay on her back staring at the ceiling for a moment, almost afraid to look, afraid to dare speak to Carol. My God, what would she think, what would she say? Helen didn’t dare try to guess. She looked down and could see Carol resting up on her elbow, looking longingly at Helen. “How do you feel” she asked Helen. Helen nervously, with a very shaky voice, said “I’m OK, what about you?”. She hardly dared to hope that the answer would be a positive one, but she shouldn’t have worried, “fantastic” was the reply! “I’ll go and get a fresh quilt cover” and she got up and left the room. Why would she need to do that, was she really so house-proud that a crumpled bed would worry her? Helen sat up, but could feel something odd. The cover felt wet. She looked and in the dim light of the room she could see a huge wet patch on the dark silky quilt cover.
Helen’s little nagging voice was in her head once again. She hurriedly got up and pulled knickers on. They were still damp, but she had no choice. She was pulling her jeans back on when Carol walked back into the room “You off already?”. Helen nodded, too upset to speak, too afraid to speak, too embarrassed to speak. The wet patch MUST have been her, in her 40s she’d wet the bed! “You’re not worried about this are you?”, Helen nodded. “It shows me how much you enjoyed it, it’s fantastic”. She could see from Helen’s face that she hadn’t understood the comment “You know what happened, don’t you?”. Helen still couldn’t speak, but instead shook her head, looking down at the ground. Carol gave her a hug, put her finger under her chin and lifted her head so that Helen was looking into her face “Hasn’t this happened to you before?”; another shake of the head was the response to that question. “How fantastic, I’m your first?” First what? “You squirted”. Crikey, Helen had seen that in videos too, but no way was it ever going to happen to her, but it had this time!
Helen decided it was time to leave, but she’d had the most wonderful evening and was wishing that she’d be able to do it again sometime. “Let’s do it again, soon” said Carol; Helen smiled and nodded. She walked away with a warm, glowing feeling and got back to her car. Yes, she would do it again, in a flash!
Helen realised she was back to reality, back in her humdrum life. It was late and she really ought to be heading home. She closed down her computer, tidied her desk, locked up and left. It had been a long, but fun, day and Helen was tired. She decided to have a nice bath and go straight to bed. Tomorrow was another day!
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Helen had known that Carol was a lesbian – it’s for you to work out whether she’d manipulated the situation for her own pleasure!
Annalisa
- 02.11.2022
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