Clit Fuck

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Reluctant, Group Sex, Orgy, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Squirting, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: When a big clit is ALMOST all a woman really needs

Two erotic words that are rarely used together. When my best friend Brian told me about a party he'd attended the weekend before, he used those same two words to describe for me an act he had personally witnessed and found to be one of the most sensual erotic sights he had ever seen. At first, I had a hard time trying to believe him, though I immediately agreed to consider going with him the following weekend to check it out for myself.

Brian and I shared an apartment together within reasonable distance to the university we were both attending. The fact that I was a woman, and he was a man had never been a factor that had interfered with our friendship. Brian and I had been more like brother and sister for years. We'd seen one another naked plenty of times, and though I had found it interesting when looking at him, and no doubt he me as well, sex had never occurred between us even though we had in fact on rare occasion, flirted with one another or hinted at the possibility of that.

Week's back, Brian had begun seeing a fiery little redhead with big tits, who enjoyed showing herself off. She had no hang-ups whatsoever about running around our apartment in the nude. It was also common knowledge she was bi-sexual, another interesting point. I myself had been curious about it, but had never actually done anything more than a few curious kisses playing silly party games, and once thumbing another girls nipples, and she mine, as an additional dare. Beyond that, my experience with other women was limited. Though admittedly, it wasn't something I wouldn't do out of pure curiosity. What was funny was, Janet made it immediately known to me, thinking perhaps I was likewise bi-sexual, that she only played with one person at a time, male or female. It was her way of telling me I could certainly look ... but not touch.

I laughed at hearing that without telling her I in fact didn't consider myself to be bi-sexual, or even curious about it at all, even though I was, and might in fact have given in to some of my curiosity with her given the chance. But after what she'd said, I tucked those thoughts away and didn't actually consider them after that. However, I would be the first one to admit, it was always a delight to come home from class, seeing Janet sitting on the couch, or at the table in the nude, her nice sized double D breasts resting on the table (which she usually did on purpose) as she worked on some assignment she had to do in school. Her pussy was exactly the same color as her hair, though she kept it trimmed pretty short, a tiny tight little "V" of bright red hair resting between her legs. And just looking at her sitting there the way she was, even when Brian wasn't around, did tend to arouse me though again, I knew I would never openly approach her myself after what she'd said.

As for myself, I didn't consider myself to be a looker or anything like that, though I'd been told in the past I was attractive, cute ... all those typical pointed yet accepted comments. Looking at myself in the mirror of course, I saw perhaps more flaws than anyone else might. Though if they were looking at me naked, no doubt they'd over look anything I saw and be content with staring at my own tits. Being from Mexican descent, I had an olive complexion, which turned considerably darker in an instant with a little sun. Long dark hair that fell well to the middle of my back, and long shapely legs and thighs, which I considered to be my best assets. It was typically however my own breasts that if ever exposed, or even partially so, always drew the most attention. Not nearly as large as Janet's were, they were still moderately sized, well rounded and fell heavy against my ribcage. Something I personally saw as a flaw in myself. I certainly didn't have the "perky" pointed nicely shaped breasts that many other women had. But the one thing that as I said always drew attention was my very large, dark areolas. They almost entirely covered the front of my breasts, which again I thought wasn't as attractive looking as most women's were. In addition to that, I had thicker than average nipples, which when erect, turned into what an ex-boyfriend of mine had labeled as "thumb-sized gumdrops," something which ever since he'd said that, I saw them as.

I kept myself entirely shaved too, though I now preferred keeping myself that way. Waxing, as well as shaving to keep everything soft and smooth was a constant chore for me. My bush if left to grow naturally was very thick, and could become unruly in a heartbeat should I ever let it go. A trait I'd certainly inherited from my mother, whose own pussy hair seemed to grow like a forest between her legs. I'd made an immediate promise to myself upon seeing hers a few times, that I'd never let it get that way, and since then, never had.

And though I liked my big brown eyes as I saw them, my other flaw was a slightly crooked nose, which I'd broken as a child and had never healed straight. It wasn't so bad that I felt it needed correction, but it was something I took notice of and saw every time I looked at myself in the mirror. I liked my lips as well, soft and full looking, but I'd always felt my chin was too long, too pointed, and was yet again another one of those personal flaws I felt that I had. Though the shape and size of my chin had never once come up in topic of conversation with anyone I'd ever dated. So again, it was something I guess which I saw in myself that I didn't exactly appreciate.

I could live without being called beautiful, gorgeous or breathtaking. As long as I got an occasional "cute" or at least attractive out of whomever it was I was seeing at the time. Though it was inevitably the stares and smiles at my tits that I most often got regardless of anything else.

Brian on the other hand always referred to me as his sexy adopted sister. That one I actually preferred over just about any other comment tossed my way. Though I'm not sure my boyfriends would have enjoyed referring to me in that way at the time, unless of course they had secret thoughts about their own sisters!

Janet was as usual sitting at our kitchen table working on an assignment when Brian got home from his classes. And as usual, she was again nude. I figured within ten minutes after his coming home, they'd sequester themselves once again in his bedroom for a while. Usually when they did that, I'd either turn up the TV in order to drown out her louder than normal moans and groans, or put in a pair of earphones and crank the music I was listening to just loud enough that I couldn't hear them.

Not that I minded it when I did. But unfortunately, listening to the two of them getting it on tended to make me horny too, and lately I was starting to get frustrated at having to take matters into my own hand so to speak, and wasn't in the frame of mind to end up doing that today either.

"So Theresa, have you decided to go with me this weekend?" He asked. I had already told him I'd think about it without actually committing to going. For one, as open-minded as I considered myself in being, I was still reluctant to actually go someplace where I knew that many others would be openly having sex while others watched. It wasn't expected that simply in going that you were expected to participate, in fact ... many who did go never did. It was for those who did enjoy having sex in front of others who went for that specific purpose, true exhibitionists, and voyeurs all coming together for a night of erotic wild fun. I didn't really consider myself either one, but again after what Brian had told me he'd seen the last time, I was admittedly curious.

Somewhat aroused and horny at having looked at Janet sitting there in the nude, and knowing full well the two of them would soon be off fucking in his bedroom, I made up my mind there and then.

"Sure, why not?" I responded. "Might be interesting to see that." Brian laughed, already beginning to unbutton his shirt as Janet stood up heading off for his bedroom.

"You don't know the half of it sis," he called me affectionately, even though I really wasn't his sister. "Until I saw it with my own eyes, I couldn't believe it either, but it truly was erotic and naughty as hell, and I'm looking forward to seeing her do it again."

The girls name was Samantha, though everyone called her Sam for short. What was interesting was the fact she actually had some sort of doctorate, so it wasn't like she was this dumb blonde type, which in fact she wasn't anyway. She was a dark haired brunet, though she wore her hair fairly short. Small breasted as opposed to a lot of women without being flat chested by any means. She was likewise petite in her stature and build, which perhaps added to, and even over emphasized, the way I saw it, the description of the woman's enormous clit as Brian had so delicately tried describing it to me. To be perfectly honest, I simply couldn't imagine it the way that he had. And knew then it was something I too would actually have to see for myself.

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