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Louise was a beautiful girl with long, straight brown hair and a lovely figure, who did the same course as me at university. I had been admiring her from afar for about a year, trying to pick up the courage to ask her out, and I was extremely jealous when I heard she was sleeping with one of our lecturers. Then one night we were at a party together and somehow we started kissing. We were standing in the hallway, tongues exploring each other's mouths, when I slipped one hand under the sweater she was wearing and fondled a girl's breast for the first time.
Leaving the party we went to her car, and she drove us to a spot a few
streets from my house. In the back seat, we undressed and I ran my
hands eagerly over her naked body. I sucked on her shapely tits and,
moving down, began to lick her pussy. I'd really had no idea what a
cunt would taste like, and was pleasantly surprised. The next morning, I found I could still smell Louise's cunt on my hands, and delayed washing them as long as possible so I could continue to savour it. A few weeks later Louise and I went out to a movie or something, and then went back to my house. We sat at the dining room table chatting (my parents had gone to bed). She was wearing an elegant, black satin cocktail dress, and looked gorgeous. We started to kiss and, against my better judgment, I led her into my bedroom, where we lay on my single bed, and I pulled her dress up and we fucked - as quietly as possible. When she left some hours later, she went out the back door and up the side of the house. Next morning, my mother was furious and wouldn't speak to me. She must have heard everything, and she was particularly annoyed with the way Louise had left via the back door. Soon after this, Louise's mother went away for the weekend and I was able to spend a night over at her house. We had the big double bed in their spare and spent a magic night there, talking and fucking until the early hours.
Louise had velvety, soft olive skin - so sensitive that if you drew your fingernail along it it left a welt - and lovely, tapering breasts with large, puffy, pale brown nipples surrounded by faintly visible blue veins (something I've always found sexy). I was just crazy about her tits. She had a favourite, brown satin petticoat which she'd wear when we were fucking. She'd get on top of me and I'd scoop her teats out of the petticoat's lacy bodice, one in each hand, and lick and suck them furiously as I pumped my cock into her. I'd go into the bathroom when she was having a bath and soap them up and squeeze them (we had sex in the bath quite often - I loved the unusual sensation of fucking underwater, the squeaky feel of her pussy). I'd feel her breasts though her clothing at every opportunity. (I remember in particular a cream-coloured, short-sleeved blouse of thin, rough/smooth material, probably silk, which she sometimes wore without a bra, and the specific sensation of stroking her nipples through this material until they grew hard.) At night I'd lie in bed holding her from behind, her breasts cupped in my hands. One day I rubbed moisturiser onto my cock and, placing it between her tits, fucked them until my sperm shot onto her throat. I just couldn't get enough of those tits.
Louise's cunt was an utter delight too. I went down on her just about
every time we fucked, exploring its amber folds with my fingers and
tongue, reveling in the taste and smell of it. Sometimes I'd pour honey into it and lick it out. (Louise would go down on me too, but she didn't like the taste of sperm. She'd let me come in her mouth, but then she'd usually spit it into a tissue.) When we were fucking, I loved to look down and watch my cock sliding in and out of her cunt.
Not happy with any of the contemporary words used to describe the
vagina, I resurrected an old Anglo-Saxon one, 'cunny', which I had read in a porn magazine. Looking back on it now, we seemed to discuss
Louise's cunny a lot. It didn't take me long to learn the art of making her come with my hand, inserting my fingers in her hole and rubbing the little bud of her clitoris as I sucked on one of her tits. Her favourite position was with her on top. The first time we fucked like this I heard the sound my thighs made as they slammed against her buttocks, and remembered a strange slapping sound I had heard from my parents' bedroom years before, which had puzzled me for years. The mystery had been solved. Mum had been on top!
Soon after I started going out with Louise, we went on holiday with a
group of fellow students, all girls apart from a friend of mine from
school. Louise's closest uni friend was there too, a red-haired,
red-faced, heavily freckled girl named Melissa. Louise had bought a new bikini with a design of pineapples on it especially for the holiday, and I was surprised when, on our arrival at the beach on the first day, she immediately removed the top of it (topless bathing on public beaches was still quite rare at this time). This gave me quite a queer feeling. I was, at this point, extremely possessive of Louise, and I didn't like the idea that my friend could look at her tits - my tits. But I was at the same time rather excited by seeing her half-naked in public. I remember later on, in the afternoon, lying on my side about a foot from her, and she lying on her side facing me, and thinking how weird it was that there were people
walking around us, and yet I could easily reach out and touch her bare breasts, which hung only inches from my face, or even reach down and slip my fingers into her bikini bottom and touch her pussy, and
probably no-one would have even noticed.
Louise teased Melissa on that first day for being too shy to remove her own bikini top. Later in the holiday she did build up the courage to bare her plump, pink-nippled tits, and her shyness made looking at them all the more pleasurable for me.
In addition to Louise and her friend, there were another four girls in
our group, and by the end of the holiday I had seen the tits of all of them. I had found myself in a happy situation where I could speculate what a girl's breasts looked like, then have my curiosity satisfied. I was in heaven! I was fascinated by how different their breasts were, and how they almost seemed to match their personalities.
Liz was a slim, lively, good-humoured girl with long, straight brown
hair and a pretty face, who was the least self-conscious about being
topless. I remember her happily sitting next to me on the sand,
chatting away as I enjoyed the sight of her perky, brown-nippled little breasts. (A story about Liz, told to me by Louise, has stuck in my head. Some time after we returned from our holiday, Louise was sitting in the university canteen when Liz came along and sat up on the table next to her, her legs apart. She was wearing a short skirt and as she chattered away Louise found herself looking right at Liz's crotch. She was wearing, Louise told me, a pair of extremely ragged panties, through which her vagina could be clearly seen. Louise had, as far as I could tell, no lesbian tendencies, and related this incident to me as simply curious behaviour on Liz's part, but I found the idea of her looking at another girl's cunt extremely exciting.)
Fiona was the radical amongst us, into student politics and fucking
activists from third world countries. She was a pretty girl with a pug nose and straight blonde hair parted down the middle, who would not have looked out of place in a 1970s Swedish porno flick. I only saw her tits once, as she lay on her back sunbathing. They were perfectly round with compact little pink nipples - no-nonsense tits.
Karen was a reasonably pretty, sexy-mouthed girl with long, unruly,
curly blonde hair, shy and with a reputation for eccentricity. She
began the holiday a pasty white and, at the end of it, hardly seemed to have tanned at all. Her body carried some excess fat, so that she
looked a little shapeless, her stomach flabby, a look which was
accentuated by the crocheted bikini she wore. Because she was so shy, I had not expected to see her tits, and it was only on our last day that I saw her on the beach with her top off. Her breasts, I saw, were a little bit saggy, with brilliant pink, conical nipples.
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