The first time I had sex with a woman, and my first Cream Pie, (it happened just like this, as I remember every nasty exciting detail)
I was to baby sit for a friend of my mom's. I was to watch her two children for the weekend while she went to Palm Springs. I went over after school so she could get out of town early. When I got to her house she was there, and she told me she made other plans, that her kid's were at her sister's for the weekend. She also told me since I was expecting the money for baby-sitting, she would still pay me what I was expecting, and she invited me inside and asked me if I would like to have a glass of wine with her. Having never tasted wine before, I was very elated that she would even ask me, I said yes, and had my first glass of wine (Many of the firsts that weekend). We went to her kitchen and sat down at the table drinking the wine and just talking.
Shirley (that is her name) asked me not to tell my mom we had wine, I agreed. Then she told me that anything that was said there, that we must both agree to keep there, I agreed. Somewhere about the second glass, I don't know how or when the subject turned, we started talking about sex. I do recall her asking me if I was a woman yet, which I told her yes. She asked me when and I told her a long time ago, but I didn't tell her with whom, I never would have told her it was my brother Bill. She asked if it was very unpleasant, I told her no. In fact I told her it was very pleasurable and that I really I loved it. She asked me when the last time was I had sex, and I told her yesterday after school. All of a sudden I realized that I was not embarrassed talking to her of so personnel matters for some damn reason. Then I realized that I wanted to talk to her more about sex, (looking back, maybe it was the wine). She asked me if I would tell her what happened, so sitting there I told her everything I had ever done sexually (except with Bill that is.) I told her that I normally have sex with two boys after school at my house almost every day, and how I had many boyfriends. She said "I bet you do" I did notice how she was waiting to hear every word from my mouth, for some strange reason I was thrilled that I had her hanging on every word. I knew that she enjoyed listening to me telling her all the nasty things we did, and that we do. I decided to tell her about the two boys that I had sex with yesterday after school and I described every little detail.
Shirley asked me if I had ever messed around with other girls, I told her I had heard of it, but have not. I told her I liked boys too much. Shirley said we should go to the living room and relax, so we did, She wanted to hear more, so I went on, every now and then she would say "really" or "I'll bet that felt good" stuff that only encouraged me to tell her more. Shirley asked me if I ever had a massage. I told her no, that I knew about them, but no one ever gave me one, that my mom would rub my back but that was all. She asked me if I would like one and I told her sure. She had me lay on the couch on my tummy and she knelt next to me. She started very slowly around my neck then my shoulders; she said it would be easier if I took off my blouse. I did, then I laid back down. Shirley said since I had told her such a secret, that she should tell me one of hers.
She asked me if I wanted to hear about her most memorable experience with a guy. I told her yes. I know my body. I knew that I would get sexually turned on talking to her about (yesterday.) My mind was on sex, and all I could think about right then were those boys and their dicks. How good it felt, how big they where and how I loved the way they kept fucking me. Shirley spoke real slowly as she told me about her experience. She told me she was 18 and it was her boyfriend that took her virginity. She told me how he caressed her, massaged her breast, lovingly kissed, and sucked on her nipples. As she was talking I felt her hands on my back and was very conscious that she was working her way to the sides of my bra then to the back. I felt her un-snap it and at the same time she said, "There, that should feel better, besides, it's just us girls." It did feel good. I was having trouble just keeping a steady breath. I was so turned on at that point just thinking of what she was going to tell me, that I was thinking of excusing my self to go to her bathroom and masturbate real quick, My crotch felt on fire, I had to come soon or go crazy, I was just so fucking hot.
I felt her work her hands up and down my back, and it felt so good. I felt her hands on the sides of my breast, and it felt wonderful, she worked down my back and slowly to my butt. Shirley worked and kneaded my cheeks, it was wonderful. As she worked my cheeks I guess my skirt had somehow worked its way up enough for her to see I wasn't wearing panties. She said to me "I see you forgot your panties somewhere today. Are you sure that was yesterday that you fucked those two boys and not today before you came over here?" I did get embarrassed then, I told her, that I never wear panties except on the heavy days of my period. I told her that was the only days I would wear them.
She made a humming sound and worked down my legs, all the time telling me how her boyfriend made her feel good, she told me about him licking her between her legs, and how he fingered her to a couple of orgasms. When she went down my right leg she massaged the out side of it, when she started to work her way back up, she was working the inside of it, and was opening my legs for her hands to knead my muscles. I felt her fingers working closer and closer to my crotch, and just about the time I expected her to touch it, she moved down the inside of my left leg. I was very horny and I was almost afraid that Shirley might notice. She worked her way back up to my back and then my neck. Then she said, "All right sweet heart, the back is down, now turn over". I did, and she remarked how lovely I looked as she starting at my shoulders. She started to rub and down each arm, she worked my fingers and back up the arm. After she did both arms she told me it would be easier if we moved to her bed, so I got up and went with her to her bedroom and on arrival, Shirley told me to lay on the bed, but to first take off my skirt.
I guess, she felt my uneasiness, and said, "If it makes you feel better I'll take off mine also, we're all girls here" and so I slipped out of what little I had on and laid down on my back in the middle of her bed. Shirley told me to close my eyes and relax, to think pleasant thoughts. (Hell the only thoughts I had were pleasant nasty sexual thoughts) all I could think of was how many times I enjoyed an orgasm the day before. I felt her hands start to massage my feet. She worked the toes, and the bottoms of each foot. (It felt so wonderful) She lifted my right foot up and kissed it. She sucked the toe's one at a time and as she lowered my foot back to the bed, she kept kissing it. I felt her kiss my ankle, and then she started bringing her kisses up the out side of my right leg. As she worked her way up kissing, she stopped just long enough to say, "This is a lip massage." Her hands kept rubbing my right leg as she went back to kissing me. It seemed as if she could not get enough pleasure making me feel good. She worked her way up to my hips, and then my side, her hands were now gliding all over my body. She would brush the top of my bush once in a while and then my tummy, and around my breast. It seemed like she was going out of her way not to touch my breast or my bush. (Know I was breathing hard, very hard. I knew this was an outward sign that I was truly hot as hell. I know my pussy. I just knew that right then all kinds of juice was oozing out of me.)
Shirley worked her mouth up to my shoulder, and then she worked down my arm to my hand. There she did the same thing as she did my foot. She kissed it, and then sucked on each finger one at a time, after what seemed like forever, she worked back up my arm to my neck. Kissing me all over, my neck, she moved to my face, she kissed my forehead, my brows my closed eye lids, my nose, my cheeks, my ears, where she stayed for a long time. I wanted to touch myself so bad, but I didn't want to touch myself in front of her. She moved back to my cheeks and then started kissing me around the outside of my mouth. I wanted to feel her soft lips on my lips, but she would not kiss me. She moved to my other ear, and I was going nuts with desire.
I was moaning, and as she kissed me she had to kneel next to me, our bodies were touching, and she felt so nice and soft. Her breast would hang and touch my skin. I was so sensitive to the touch I could feel her hard nipples touching my skin. Slowly she worked her way back to my neck and I swear I never knew how kissing me in and around my ears and neck would make my pussy throb with desire but it did, oh boy did it ever. It seemed that my clit was tingling with each kiss she gave me, I moaned now with each touch because I felt pleasure with her lips gently touching me. (I could not help it). Shirley slowly started to work her way down my left side, down my left arm, to my hand, repeating the process that she did to my right. She then worked back up and then started down my left side. Coming to my left breast, she started to kiss all around it, circling it and slowly making the circle smaller and smaller and each kiss brought her lips closer to my now very hard nipples.
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