Chapter 2

My orgasm only provided her with the incentive to work harder. I felt the pressure of her lips on my pussy and her tongue running all around my clit, licking it, flicking it, touching it. Moments later, I felt my body shudder again with another orgasm as she continued her attack on my pussy. I was now breathing hard, my head tilted back and my eyes closed, my firm breasts quickly rising and falling with each gasp. My body was covered in sweat yet the stimulation coming from between my legs just felt so good.

Her tongue broke its rhythm and its width ran down to my vagina, then thrust inside. I hadn’t felt that before and her tongue diving inside my hole took me by surprise, but felt good. She withdrew her tongue back inside her mouth, then licked her lips, tasting my juices before driving her tongue in for more. Moments, later, her tongue run back up to my clit and worked faster and harder. I spread my legs as far as I could and began groaning louder. My orgasm built up and once more I came, hard this time as I let out a loud scream.

She stopped and pulled her head away. My muscles of my body relaxed as I went limp. I closed my eyes were closed and I tried to catch my breath. A moment later, I looked down between my breasts and erect nipples and saw her between my legs, her tongue swirling around her wet lips, smiling back at me. I closed my eyes and rested my head back down on the bed.

Light from a crack between the window and shade began to shine through, slowly rousing me from my deep sleep. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. The room looked like mine, but was furnished differently. I sat up and glanced around; something wasn’t right. Looking down I realized I was naked, then I scanned the covers to find I was alone and in a different bed. I thought back for a moment, slowly recalling the night before. Moments later I called out, “Marcia. Marcia?” but received no answer.

All of the apartments in our complex were the same, so I knew the layout. I pulled the sheets off then rose up out of the bed to use the bathroom. After flushing, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. What a night I said to myself. My hair was a tangled mess and makeup was trashed and I looked like hell, but then, I felt so good. I ran the events of the night before through my head, thinking of her eating me out—a woman going down on me. I had never been with a woman before. I had fantasized about it in the past and wondered what it would be like, but never thought it would actually happen.

She knew just how to do it—a woman’s touch that was just as good if not better than any man. Wow, another woman I told myself. I couldn’t get over it. Not only did I thoroughly enjoyed it, the idea of a woman doing it turned me on even more. My mind began to wonder about Marcia and about women in general and their bodies. I drifted back, recalling images of naked women I had seen over the years. I had never thought of them before in a sexual context, but now as I played them back in my mind, I thought about their breasts, ass and pussy. I thought of the women I had seen—some had a thick bush while others were shaved clean. I thought about their breasts and thought back about seeing women with large boobs, leaning forward, their breasts hanging down like two liter bottles, swaying back and forth. Some had nice tight asses too.

I stood before the mirror, looking at my own naked body, imaging it was another woman. My hands reached up and cupped my breasts, running my fingers across my nipples. I lifted my breasts up and down, watching them jiggle, then pulled on my nipples making my areolas bumpy and my nipples stiff. I looked at them in the mirror imaging the face of the woman whose breasts I was fondling. Marcia’s face came to mind and I imagined her eyes closed and mouth open as I fondled, licked and sucked her tits and the pleasure it would give her.

Curious, I looking down at my chest, wondering if I could suck my own nipples as I’ve heard I other women could do. I lifted my right breast towards my mouth and squeezed it, trying to get it to rise as high as I could get it only to find it came up just short of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and could just touch its tip to my nipple. The feeling of my tongue on my nipple excited me and even more so when I thought of doing it to another woman. After a minute or two, I tried it with my left breast and found I could get it a little closer. I pulled and lifted it as hard as I could and was able to get my nipple between my lips, then sucked hard. I let go with my hands and now held my breast with my mouth and found I could draw enough inside my mouth to be able to run my tongue over my nipple. The stimulation and fantasizing tit sucking with another woman was now turning me on and my body grew numb with the eroticism I was experiencing. I grew warm, my heart began to beat hard in my chest and my breasts grew firm. I swear, my nipples felt as if they could cut glass.

I could feel my pussy getting excited as it grew wet and my clit hardened. I let go of my breast and stood before the mirror, looking down at the triangular patch of hair between my legs. I spread my legs slightly, exposing the cleft between. Reaching down, I pulled my labia as far apart as I could, trying to reveal the pink flesh. Thrusting my hips forward towards the mirror, I angled to get a better view, but couldn’t see much. I struggled trying to pull my pussy apart, leaning back while maintaining my balance. As hard as I tried, I still couldn’t get a view of my pussy, especially since the downward bathroom light kept it in the shadows. I tried turning around, bent over, then pulled my ass apart. This revealed my asshole and just a little of my vagina, despite trying to pull my ass cheeks apart as hard as I could.

Looking around the bathroom for other options, I spotted a hand mirror near the sink. I placed it just above my knees and spread my legs to get a better view. While an improvement, I still couldn’t open my pussy and hold the mirror at the same time, but found that placing the mirror on top of the toilet seat did the trick. Straddling the mirror, I moved around so that when finally positioned right, I could look back up between my legs. I reached down and pulled my lips apart, moved my legs out a little further and squat slightly. My pussy was now in full view and I studied it. It had been a long time since I explored my body like this and found that I looked just like the other girls I had seen in porn.

The smooth bulb of my clit stood out in its hood at the top. Below it I could see a small opening—my urethra and down below that was my vagina. Moving my fingers down towards my opening, I pulled my vagina open so I could look inside my pink, wet and bumpy opening. A milky trail dripped down and I curiously wiped it with my finger.

I held my finger up to my face, studying the fluid, half clear, half milky. I held it to my nose. It smelled musky. I then brought it to my lips and licked it. I had tasted my pussy before from guy’s mouths or cocks, but this was straight from my pussy. It tasted both musky and sweet and I liked it. I looked down at my pussy in the mirror and imagined I was tasting the juice of another woman. Once I sucked my finger clean, I went back in for more and drove my finger deep inside my pussy, feeling it pushing against the walls of my vagina as it slid inside my wet hole. My finger stimulated my pussy and I pulled it out and stuck its entire length in my mouth, wrapped my lips around it before pulling it between my lips, leaving my pussy juice inside my mouth. The taste of my pussy sent me on an erotic high and each time I pulled my finger out, the juice became thicker.

I closed my eyes as my thoughts turned to Marcia and her body. I wanted to hold her, press her naked body against mine; feel our bare breasts touching. I wanted to kiss her and feel her. I wondered what her body looked like. She probably had C-cupped breasts-where her nipples big or small? Did they stick out far when hard? I closed my eyes and imagined fondling, holding and sucking on her breasts, my tongue flicking her nipples. My fingers ran down between my legs and began to rub my clit. I wondered what her pussy and clit looked like. Did she look and taste like me? I imagined my mouth between her legs licking her pussy, tasting her wetness.

I put the mirror on the sink top and sat down on the toilet seat, my fingers rubbing my clit. I was now very hot and approaching an orgasm, despite having just had three the night before. As I fingered myself my eyes wandered around the bathroom, looking at the damp floor mat outside the shower and the laundry basket. A thought went through my mind, sending a shockwave of adrenaline through my body, further hardening my clit and nipples. I got up and opened the laundry basket and looked inside. There, on top, were her panties. I opened up the white nylon, looking for the soft patch in the front. I ran my fingers over it and found it damp, then held it up to my nose and inhaled, drawing in the sweet and musky swell of her pussy into my nostrils, sending another shockwave through my body. She probably wore these panties last night—she must have been really excited when she ate me, I thought to myself. I thought about what she had done—placing her mouth between my legs and over my wet pussy, running her tongue all over it. I envied her and I wanted to that to another woman. I wanted to put my mouth between her legs, lick her pussy, stick my tongue inside her vagina. Taste her, make her come. I wanted a woman badly!

I was close to an orgasm when I heard the door to the apartment close, causing me to jump, however, I was in a state of orgasmic bliss and nothing else mattered. I felt like an addict and I needed more. I needed sex with another woman and had to have it now. Marcia was there and I wanted her. Not giving a care about modesty, I walked naked through the bathroom door into her living room and saw her standing there inside the front door of her apartment.

Marcia turned towards me as a wide smile formed on her face. “Hi,” she said, oblivious to my needs. She just stood there, still holding some groceries. My eyes locked on hers as she watched me approach. Her eyes dropped down to my breasts, pussy and feet, before returning wide-eyed to mine. I stopped in front of her, dropped to my knees and reached up to the top of her shorts. Once the tips of my fingers found the top of both her shorts and panties, I yanked them down in one swift motion all the way to her ankles, revealing a thin triangular patch of pubic hair, nicely groomed. At the bottom of the triangle, I saw a small cleft running down the middle and dived in, mouth first. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could in a vain attempt to reach her pussy, but only found skin and hair. My nose was mashed against her bush, but I could smell the aroma of her pussy.

Sensing what I was trying to do, Marcia dropped her bag and pulled one foot out of her shorts and moved it aside, giving me more room. I worked my tongue in deeper feeling around for some soft spots. My nose was pressed against her pubic hair, but I needed to get in deeper. With both hands, I reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks, sinking my fingers deep into her ass, pulling her pussy towards my mouth. My tongue was still franticly searching for her pussy and only its tip could reach her delicate flesh.

A moment later, she pulled away, leaving me on my knees perplexed. I watched her turn away—naked from the waist down-then sit down on a loveseat. She threw each of her legs over an armrest and placed her hips on the edge of the seat. She looked back at me smiling and made a “come here” gesture with her index finger.

I smiled and immediately hobbled over on my knees to her. As I did, she reached down and pressed both hands on the sides of her pussy, pulling them open for me. Her labia were dark tan in color, surrounding her thin lips, dark on the edges and pink on the inside, like slices of roast beef. It was the first time I saw another woman’s pussy and I wanted it badly. I moved close and swiped my tongue over her pussy. Next, I ran my tongue its full length from the small depression at the bottom to her little bump at the top. I licked her all over, up and down for a few minutes. I ran my mouth to the bottom of her pussy, then stuck my tongue out as far as I could. The tip of my tongue found a soft spot which I knew was her opening and I forced it forward as much as it would go inside her hole. Pushing my mouth harder, my tongue slipped inside. My nose was pressed against her clit and my mouth against her pussy lips as I wiggled my tongue around inside her, tasting her. Next, I rose up to work on her clit. I attacked it, flicking it with my tongue, up and down, back and forth. Marcia’s hips bucked and I could hear her groan. Soon, her hands moved from her lips to the back of my head, pushing my mouth against her. Sensing her need for more tongue action, I worked harder and soon, her hips rhythmically spasmed then slowed as her hands pushed hard against my head. I worked my tongue over her clit even harder as she began to scream out.