Date: Tue, 05 Mar 2002 11:40:34 -0500
From: Leila Benson <leila113@lycos.com>
Subject: The Rest Of My Life   part #  13

Date: Tuesday, March 5, 2002
From: Leila Benson
Subject: "The Rest of My Life" (Part # 13)
Lesbian/Beginning; (F/f) Part # 13 "Joan continues"

This is my first attempt to write a story to achieve a long-felt ambition.
I had read some erotic pieces before, and some were very good indeed. Still
I wanted see if I could reach out with just words and achieve the desired
effect. Which of course, is turning you on! The very first story I wrote
was published some months ago. It was called "Joan and I " That story
became a Chapter in this much longer story which I'm now trying to break up
into chapters or parts. I would love to know if I had my desired effect.
This story describes about six months in the sexual transformation of a
teenager as she discovers her powerful sexuality. While it focuses on
Lesbian relationships, there are some graphic (F/m) parts. What can I say,
it's my life. I guess you might say it's mostly a true story. If this kind
of story is problem for you go no further. leila113@lycos.com Central
characters - Molly, a 16 year old. Allison, her friend and mother of Cindy,
who she baby sits for, and other friends and lovers.  Leila Benson


Part # 13

 Telling them the story had an odd effect on me. The grass I suppose played
its part too. I was immensely excited sexually. I also loved the effect I
was having on both of them. I would glance at them while I talked and
Gordie had an erection. He was clearly touching himself through his jean
shorts. He was keeping his eyes closed. Lin had been holding my hand in a
tight grip by my side. After a few minutes, she drew my hand under the
blanket. She still continued to hold it, while she guided my own fingers
between my legs. She was using my fingers to slowly bring me off. I didn't
want to cum yet, so when she was getting me to close, I would slow her
down. Finally, I moved her finger's away completely. I whispered that I
loved what she was doing but if she wanted to hear more of my story, she
had to slow down. She was getting me so worked up I couldn't concentrate on
the story. With a mischievous grin, she said she was sorry, and I should go
on.

Well where was I? Oh yes. I wasn't at all certain what I should do at this
point. What I did know, was that I was as turned on as I had ever been in
my life. Joan was gently patting around my genitals and would occasionally
touch them. I was beside myself. I was by now lying there with my legs wide
open, my knees up, and arching myself up to her. I could not have been any
clearer about what I wanted her to do without actually telling her .Yet she
kept gently stroking me everywhere except where I so desperately wanted her
to be. In my fevered state I wasn't at all certain if Joan was just teasing
me, or somehow to shy to finally touch me in the places that I wanted her
so badly to. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. I heard myself almost
yell. "Please Joan help me!" In that instant I somehow knew, I had made a
powerful sexual commitment. Even if Joan asked me what I meant, or
immediately began to get me off, we were now sexually bonded. She instead
asked a question. "Do you want me to try to show you what I like?" All I
could say was, "Please, please." She removed the towel. By now, I must have
been wide open to her. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it, and
then she placed it just inside my opening. She moved it in and out in these
little quick movements. I don't think her finger moved an inch. Yet, it
felt wonderful. I heard her say. "Boy Molly, you are soooo wet. Is that
good?" She then moved up and along the lips. First, one side then the
other. My pelvis felt out of control. It was as though it was trying to
capture her fingers. Finally I reached down and pulled her fingers into my
vaginal opening and then on to my clitoris. I was moving her hand quickly
and hard against myself. I heard her tell me to, "slow down, wait, I'll do
it for you." With that, she slowly and gently began to stroke me. I was by
now tugging at my swollen nipple to the rhythm of her fingers. I could feel
it building, I told her to go faster then faster yet, Which she did. I knew
I was about to explode. I was thrashing around the bed, when Joan pulled my
fingers from my nipple, leaned down and took it in her mouth. Just as she
started to suck, I began to cum. I felt this giant wave hit me. I pulled
Joan's head tight to my breast and her hand to my pussy. I kept screaming
curses. It was so strange. Again and again, like convulsions of the most
sublime kind. So good I was actually screaming "Shit! Christ! Fuck! Oh my
God! Asking for, "More! More! Yes! Yes!" Pleading for her, "not to
stop". This seemed to go on forever. At some point, I grabbed Joan's hand
in a tight grip. I could not, did not want anymore. I felt spent. So
deliciously satisfied that I had to just lie there and take that great
feeling in. I could still feel little uncontrollable twitches in my pussy,
but I was now entering this delightful state of bliss. I soon became aware
that I had Joan's hand in a tight grip, which I relaxed. I looked down at
Joan's head on my breast and I felt a great peacefulness. Joan slowly
turned her head back on the pillow. I felt the coolness on my breast where
she had just left. We were both naked lying there. I felt a slight chill
and pulled the comforter over us. I snuggled close to Joan to pick up her
warmth and to reassure her in some way, that I felt extremely grateful and
close to her at that moment. She asked me quietly, "if that was good?" I
could barely speak. "Good? Good doesn't even begin to describe how that
felt or even feels now. God Joan, what have I missed? I want to give you,
what you've given to me. Tell me what to do. Anything at all. Anything." We
snuggled together for a minute or so. I placed my bare leg in between hers
and felt how wet she was. She was rubbing her pussy against my thigh. I
reached behind her with both hands and held her ass tight to my thigh. She
continued to rub herself on me I bent down under the covers and nuzzled her
breasts until I finally took one of her nipples in my mouth and began to
pull on it with lips. Joan kept repeating. "So good. So good." Over and
over. I began to feel warm and stifled under the covers. I pulled them
down. Joan lay flat on the mattress breathless. Panting for air. Her
beautiful full body flushed with excitement. Just hearing her and seeing
how turned on she was got me going again. I could actually feel my nipples
become erect in the thrill of seeing her lying there so exposed, with her
dark hair streaming over the pillow, her breasts wet from my saliva, her
pussy and upper thighs from her own juices. I reached down to touch her
between her legs. At my touch she opened herself to me and held my hand to
her wet self. I began to move around her pussy. She was very much in charge
though. She moved my two fingers inside herself. It felt so warm and juicy
inside. I could feel her vagina almost grasp my fingers as I moved up to
her clit. I kept going back and forth. She kept saying "So good, yes that's
it, yes yes." I felt as though she was encouraging me. Which of course she
was. On my own, I turned around to face her open pussy. I never removed my
fingers from their place inside and outside of her. I removed my finger's
to see her deep pink vagina beneath her beautiful darker lips and thick
public hair glistening with her own liquid. I was so close I could smell
her musky self. I took both hands and placed them on either side of her
pussy and pulled her lips apart. I bent down and licked along one side of
her lips then the other. I slipped the tip of my tongue inside her vagina
as far as I could. Her taste was salty sweet. Different in some ways from
my own juice which I had tasted and smelled before. Hers was richer, deeper
and more powerful, I guess womanly I loved it! She was now holding the back
of my head to herself and arching herself into my licking, sucking, lapping
mouth. I knew she was about to explode from the pressure on my head, her
bucking hips and deep moaning sounds she was making. Then she did cum. So
different from me. A few big bucks of her hips, then trembling of her
thighs. Then again, over and over a few times. I could feel the trembling
in her thighs slowly calm down. I turned and placed one last kiss on her by
now sopping wet pussy and turned back up to hold her in my arms. I think we
were both trembling together at this point. We gave each other such sweet
kisses as though we were bringing ourselves down from the same high peak. I
think we both sort of drifted off to sleep for a little while. I awaken
with my arm stiff from being caught under Joan's neck. As I tried to remove
it without waking her, I found myself looking at her full dear face with
it's delicious sweet pink lips, puffed up from our passionate kissing and
lovebiting. My heart was filled with such a powerful combination of love
and continued sexual heat smoldering in my depths. Joan's eyes fluttered
awake. She greeted me with such a glowing smile that I remember its warmth
and power even now.