Tag: Clit (Page 4 of 5)

Melissa had just given me the biggest orgasm I had ever had, shaking me to my core. We sat back on the bed and cuddled and kissed for a bit, as I was recovering and working out how to repay the favour. I was hopeful I was going to taste my first cunt in only a matter of minutes, and I was trying to remember technique from my male lover at uni, who was pretty good at getting me to cum with his tongue.

When I was ready, I started to work on her nipples again, also licking down between her tits. She brushed away my hair from my face and told me to do what I thought, not just to copy her. That was my invitation to plant my face between her legs and lick her out, something I was dreaming about for weeks before.

I slowly moved my hands down under her dress and hooked my fingers over each side of her panties, easing them over her ass and onto the floor. I thought that was symbolic – removing her panties before I finished taking off her dress. The dress was soon to follow though.

There in front of me was this totally majestic woman, her bald cunt was the first bald one I had ever seen. I gently pushed at her belly and she got the hint and sat back on the bed, her ass right on the edge. I lowered myself to my knees, as she pulled the pillows over and leant back on them. I delicately kissed at her cunt lips as I remembered my male lover doing, before starting to work my tongue along her folds, around her clit and flitting in and out of her canal. I really didn’t know if I was doing it right, but I heard moans of contentment coming from Melissa, so I concluded I was heading the right way. I tirelessly worked with my mouth for what seemed like hours (but could only have been somewhat less), and as my tongue was starting to tire, I used my fingers to additionally start working on her clit. I have to admit I was somewhat mean to her clit, pinching it and rubbing it in an unforgiving way, quite brutal in some ways, but her back was arching and she was taking it all.

And then, suddenly, the magic happened. She came, and my mouth was flooded with her wonderful juices. I eagerly lapped them up, as I heard Melissa say “Gently”. I slowed down and cleaned her up a bit, then left her cunt. She sat up and we kissed, us sharing her juices between our two mouths. It was very erotic.

We spent the next while cuddling, smiling, and laughing as we suddenly felt very comfortable with each other. Then she went to her drawer and pulled out a dildo. I remember thinking it was quite large (although I suspect I wouldn’t think that now), and it was certainly larger than the one I had. She assured me it had only been used on her cunt, but she wanted to use it on mine. That sounded like a great idea.

She inserted the end of it into her mouth and started to suck to get it nice and slippery, as I laid back on the bed, my head up on a pillow so I could see her work. She opened my legs up and nudged the end of the dildo against my vulva, just rubbing the end up and down between my cunt lips. She stopped and started gently pushing against my cunt and it started to slide in, with a little backwards motion occasionally to get it feeling comfortable. Once it slid all the way in, she left it and came up my body to kiss me. Then she went back to her drawer and plucked out a vibrator and put it next to my right hand.

“When you want to cum,” she explained, “use that on your clit. But be careful, because I want a long session, so when you do cum, you need to be able to carry on.” I nodded that I understood, and she started sliding the dildo in and out, slowly at first, but very rhythmically. It felt so good to have my cunt filled again, even if it was a toy, and I loved the look of concentration on Melissa’s face as she worked the dildo in and out. I felt my orgasm starting to build, and my body must have given her a signal that caused her to speed up and to slam the dildo in a little harder. It built so far and seemed to stall, so I turned on the vibrator and applied it to my clit. I was very quickly on the edge of exploding and my body was moving around, and I was moaning, and then I cried out and came. I rubbed my clit with the tip of the vibrator a few times to extend the orgasm a bit, and when my body has stopped shaking, I opened my eyes to tell her to stop.

She had a loving look on her face but told me she wasn’t stopping for a long time yet, so I had to knuckle down and get used to it. The problem is my clit gets very sensitive, so I knew it would hurt a little to apply the vibrator. Equally though, I knew she wanted me to do it again and again, and I really wanted to please my lover.

She hadn’t broken rhythm all through my orgasm and she carried on with slower and full strokes. It actually didn’t take long for pressure to start building up in my cunt again. I bit my lip and applied the tip of the vibrator to my clit, causing me to cry out in pain. Without breaking rhythm, she asked if I was OK, and I confirmed I was, demanding she fuck me harder.

It was the first time I had decided to be merciless on my own body, and my poor clit was the part of my body I’d decided deserved no mercy. So as Melissa sped up her strokes, I worked my clit with the vibrator and soon I was cumming for her again.

This clit torture was going on for over an hour, and I lost count at the number of times I came at six. But after an instruction to “make this a big one”, she pulled the dildo out, saying I’d had enough for one day. She lent down and gave my cunt a thorough clean with her tongue, as I lay there exhausted. I was keen to return the favour, so after a break of about half an hour of cuddling, we switched over and she received the same treatment from me, nice hard rhythmic dildoing for over an hour, with her using the vibrator on her clit to bring herself to numerous quite large and satisfying orgasms.

Once she had finished cumming, I licked her cunt clean and then we each licked half the dildo, which was covered in our combined juices, and we lay back on the bed kissing with very busy tongues. We were both very happy, and I was pleased my uni guy wasn’t expecting a fuck tonight.

She was my first lesbian lover, and one I returned to over and over whilst I was at university.

I fucked my uni guy a lot. We weren’t a couple – I think we’d have killed each other. But we did have lots of sex, and decent sex, if a little formulaic, but he certainly did everything he could to please me sexually. I was pretty happy.

But all the time, I was noticing other uni girls, and I found myself wanting to bury my head between their legs and theirs between mine.

I knew some bi girls (none of whom I fancied) and on a few drunken occasions, I spoke to them about what I was feeling. They thought the feelings were definitely real, and that I might be bi, and helpfully, they said there was only one way to find out.

How on earth could I pull one of these girls I lusted after? After all, I was slightly overweight and definitely oversexed with cock, but with no experience of cunt.

And then one night, I got very very drunk, and we played one of those truth games. I mostly escaped the perils of the dice, but near the end, I had to answer, and my question was “Who in this room do you most want to fuck?” I should have carefully weighed up the pros and cons, I should have been thoughtful. I wasn’t. I was drunk. I blurted out Melissa, realised what I’d done, and then quickly moved the game on. I thought I’d got away with it. I thought she hadn’t heard.

I was wrong. I didn’t find out until the following day when, with a slight hangover, I went for a walk into the local town, and who should I see but Melissa breezing around in a light floaty summer dress, her long blonde hair billowing in the breeze. She looked utterly gorgeous, and it reaffirmed again that I really wanted to fuck her.

As she saw me, her face lit up and she came over. She leant in for a hug and I thought she had brushed her hand across my ass. Nah, I imagined it. Anyway, we had some lunch and chatted about all sorts of stuff. We mentioned the party the previous day, but nothing was said about me wanting to fuck her.

After the lunch, we started the walk up the hill to the university, and as we got close, she sat down on a bench and I joined her. After the conversation going on a bit, she asked what I had planned for the rest of the afternoon. I had nothing planned and said so, asking if she had anything in mind.

She leant in towards me, ever so gently touched her lips against mine and I felt a hand cup my right tit. Fireworks were going off in my mind, and she broke her lips away and said she was sure we’d think of something. I leant in and started a full on tonguey kiss that ramped up the sexual energy in an instant.

What I didn’t realise was that Melissa was having bi thoughts herself, and I was one of the ones she had noticed and had thoughts about. When I blurted out my little revelation, Melissa had to decide whether she wanted to explore her bi side, or just ignore it and carry on with men exclusively. She wasn’t sure until she met me in town, and that kiss was so electric that she knew, actually we both knew, that it was the right choice.

And within the hour, my head was indeed buried between her legs and I was getting my first taste of another cunt, a taste and desire I’ve never lost.

When we got back to her room, we were somewhat awkward. We sat down on the bed not touching each other, almost checking that the other wanted to carry on. Melissa slipped her dress off her shoulders and sat in her bra with the top of her dress bunched around her waist. I took my top off over my head and discarded it on the floor. I made a sign that indicated she should turn round, and I unhooked her bra clasp. She held her bra on by pressing her arms against her sides, then she turned round and allowed me to take the bra off her tits in a proper reveal. They were magnificent, and I instinctively lowered my head towards them. I kissed each nipple, then chose the left one to encircle with my tongue and to suck on. In that instant, I knew why men are obsessed with tits. Turns out I’m obsessed with tits too.

I licked and sucked on each nipple in turn, and squeezed and kneaded at her tits, but realised I needed to not tire my tongue out, as I had plans for it lower down. So, I leant back, and Melissa eagerly repeated what I’d done. There is something amazing about a woman sucking your nipples that is just not the same for a man. I suppose it is a gentleness, a respect, a knowledge of exactly what it feels like. It is special, and we both felt it.

After Melissa tended to my nipples and squeezed my tits for about the same time, she broke off and we kissed again, proper passionate kisses with full tongues, enhanced by our bare tits squashing against each other.

We broke off and looked each other over, Melissa reaching down for the buckle on my trousers. I let her undo it, then got off the bed and slid my trousers off onto the floor. It was at this moment that I was thankful that I had not bothered washing my clothes, so a tiny sexy thong was the only panties I had clean that day. I was also pleased I’d been for a trim down there, so I looked perfectly manicured. I wasn’t bothered how I looked for my man, but for Melissa, I wanted to be as perfect as I could be.

She signalled that I should twirl, and I turned round, her running her hand on my large but firm ass as I rotated. As my face got back to the front, she stood up, put her arms round me and embraced me, our tits squashing together and our lips attaching to each other.

After a good minute, I felt her right hand slide round my waist over towards my cunt. Her left hand, which was on my back, changed position as if to brace me, and as she broke my kiss, I felt her fingers reach inside my panties and start stroking at my cunt lips. I didn’t back away. I just gazed at her beautiful happy face and look in her deep blue eyes, as I felt her fingers expertly working on first the outer folds and then starting to dip in and out.

Her demeanour changed from loving and gentle to focussed and a little harsher. I felt my cunt getting wetter and wetter as she was working my cunt with her fingers, thrusting them in and out on a rhythm, her thumb nudging my clit with every stroke. The hand in my back stopped me backing away and kept her fingers in contact with my increasingly wet cunt, and soon I began crying out. She had me near, and she was going to make me cum, and it wasn’t going to be long. Finally, I came, and as my legs started to give way, the arm round my waist changed from stopping me retreating to holding me up, and she moved her other hand away and brought it to my mouth to lick.

The determined look faded away and she was back to loving, and I was hooked.