Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2009 01:17:40 -0400
From: Justy  <5justine@myway.com>
Subject: One Woman's Journey

Disclaimer: This story is purely ficticious and is intended for adult
consumption.

After I graduated from college in 1985, my parents rewarded me with what
would be the greatest present of my life, a trip to Europe. I was 21 and
full of life. My itinerary included Paris, London and Rome. I was over the
moon when they told me that I could take my best friend Constance. Her
parents had already approved it. We went to Europe on the Concorde.

Paris was first on the agenda. The concierge checked us into the hotel as
we giggled in excitement. The next day we toured the city with a group of
people from the hotel. During that tour we became friendly with two young
tour guides. As we approached the hotel toward the end of the day, they
told us about a club that they would be visiting that night and asked us to
join them.

Constance and I had dinner in the hotel dining room and taxied over to the
club the girls had named. When we walked in we saw only women. They were
dancing with each other. Only women sat at the bar. We giggled as we
realized this was a lesbian bar. We spotted our tour guides in a corner
sucking some serious face. It was oddly exciting to see them. When a slow
tune came on the jukebox, the women on the floor were grinding against each
as they sought kisses. Constance went to the bar to watch as a woman asked
me to dance. What the hell! I was on vacation and this was a new
experience. She rubbed my ass and my back as she ground on me. This was
beginning to feel pretty good. She sucked my neck and pointed to a back
room. She wanted me to go with her. I waved to Constance as she led me
away.

I knew I was great looking at 5'7" with my long reddish brown hair and dark
green eyes. My figure was lush and perfect in my short skirt. My legs were
shapely in 3-inch high heels. My parents had said that I should start
looking for a husband while I was still in college. John loved the way I
looked and I set my sights on him. He was never really romantic, but
insisted on fucking me in my pussy and my ass every weekend at his
apartment. He was also from a good family and I wanted to maybe marry him,
so I let him have his way with my body. I made myself believe I felt
something real, but I never felt the earth move no matter how much he
pounded his dick into me. I'd hope it would happen eventually.  It never
did before he dumped me when he graduated two years ago.

Apparently this French woman was impressed with my looks, too. She was
kissing me as soon as the door closed. I felt sexy. She only spoke French
but the message was clear that she wanted to fuck me. I let her remove my
clothes and push me onto the chaise. I was slightly aroused as I watched
her remove her things. A lovely, naked woman stood before me. She fell to
her knees, spread my legs and attacked my pussy. Now, I was totally aroused
as she roughly ate me out. A long tongue speared into my vagina and I
clenched it as she pumped. Her hands held my hips down as she used her hot
mouth on me. My clit, my prize possession, showed herself as the woman
exclaimed over it in her native tongue. I held her head as she took me into
her mouth and made me come over and over. Oh, yes! The earth did indeed
move.

The French woman laid herself on top of me and pressed her breasts and her
pussy on top of mine. Wow! That was fantastic. She pushed her tongue into
my mouth and fucked it as she fucked my clit with her pussy. Then she slid
down, sucked my breasts and started all over on my pussy. She unfurled a
two-headed dick from her purse and climbed over me as she inserted half
into her pussy. Then she inserted the other six inches into my pussy and
lay prostrate on me for a few minutes. All of me was sensitized by
her. When she moved, the friction of her damp skin on mine, the texture of
her long hair, the fullness of her dick inside me, the smell of pussy and
perfume in the air, her tongue assaulting my mouth, her breasts pillowing
mine and her deep grunting in time with her with her deep, steady thrusting
had me cumming in minutes over and over and over. The fucking universe
moved! Two hours later, I stumbled out of the back room. Constance looked
frightened but was put at ease when she saw me smile. I told her I had had
the most exciting experience of my life.

We were picked up the next morning by the tour group. The girls were cool
and professional as they guided us through the rest of the city. At the end
of the day they thawed and told me about another establishment that we
might want to visit. Constance begged off, but I went. There were men and
women at this club that I perused as I had wine at the bar.  Shortly
thereafter the tour guides appeared and pointed a beautiful woman towards
me. She glided over with a huge smile and huge breasts on a slender
frame. With just a little nudging those beauties would be spilled for all
to see. She asked if I would like to see her studio upstairs. I followed
her up hoping to have the excitement I had last night. The studio walls
were filled with images of women in various states of dress and
undress. They were beautiful.

She asked if she could photograph me. I was hesitant because I didn't want
a photograph of me to surface at an inopportune time. My family was
well-known on the east coast of the United States. All of a sudden, she let
her breasts spill free and asked me to suck on them as I made up my
mind. She took a seat on her desk and I was drawn to her like a magnet. The
nipples were huge, the globes themselves as big as grapefruits. I
sensuously rubbed, sucked, bit and pulled on her breasts as my pussy became
wet and heavy with need. I made no objection as she reached under and
unbuttoned my blouse. When she had divested me of all of my clothing, she
satisfied my need with her mouth several times before she posed me.

She took many photos of my naked body in varied erotic positions. I know I
looked good because I was sexually satisfied at the moment. When she wanted
some close-up pussy shots, she would eat me again to get me wet and
swollen.  Oh, my! As I took a break, she made a call downstairs. The lusty
little tour guides came up. The lady wanted shots of them fucking me. We
had champagne as she described what she wanted. One would fuck me while
still clothed. She would raise her skirt and put her panty-covered pussy on
mine. She unbuttoned Simone's blouse so that she could see her breasts as
they protruded into my hand from her thin bra before she snapped. I would
finger one of the girls inside her panties from behind until they were
wet. She exclaimed over those shots. First one girl fucked me naked, then
the other. Then both of them did me together. They were insatiable as they
devoured my breasts; put their fingers and their little fists in my
pussy. They rode my ass and my pussy with their wet cunts. The lady was
snapping it all. She shot me with my tongue extended waiting to taste my
first pussy on the girl above me as she held on to the headboard. The other
girl was holding my legs apart as she was eating my pussy. She loved the
shot of Angelique's long nipple in my pussy and the one of her licking my
anus. Huge, pleasurable dicks were slipped deep into my orifices. She
snapped. When she declared that she had enough, she dismissed the
girls. She promised me that the pictures were for her personal consumption
and would never appear on her studio walls or be published. She said that
she would have a set delivered to my hotel before I left Paris. Rome and
was London were a blur. In Paris I was born.


When I had been home a few months, my parents became worried that I was not
pursing a job and that my once active social life was nil. I was always in
my locked room opening packages I had ordered. I read all types of lesbian
literature but destroyed it after I was done. I looked at my pictures as I
fingered myself or fucked a long pillow. Mother would never understand that
I wanted sex with a woman, not a man. With my new very large trust fund, I
really didn't need to work. Ever. They set up dates for me with their
friends' sons. I was the good daughter and did their bidding. When they
declared that a particular young man was good husband material, the
families got together and pushed us toward marriage.

My marriage produced two beautiful children, but I had to fake it with my
husband whom I never loved. And I was very good. But for more than twenty
years, I used every excuse to get away from him. I would tour the west
coast alone, visit sorority sisters, check on an old relative for my
parents or investigate a new summer camp for the kids. Any excuse was
good. In those other cities, I would let down my hair and have adventures
with beautiful young lesbian women from escort services. I liked them in
their early twenties with long hair and large breasts. It delighted me if
one had an extra large pussy or an ass to die for. The nights were filled
with fucking. I ate so much pussy, I should have gained weight. I screwed
so much pussy, I should have lost it. The only dick that satisfied me was
that of a beautiful young woman. I lived for those times. My pussy was
always heavy in need.

Sometimes the need overtook me and I satisfied it in a city in a nearby
state without the proper preparation. The agency sent me the only woman
available on such short notice one Saturday night when I arrived in
Philadelphia. She was their newest. The girl looked barely legal, but I
would fuck her anyway. The pussy wants what the pussy wants, I read
somewhere. Or is that the heart? Even though her hair was short, the big
titties on her made up for it. When she undressed for me, I was all over
them as she sat on my lap.

I had a close call when the little red-headed nymph did the unthinkable. I
was having some fun eating Cool Whip from her pussy when my cell phone
rang. Knowing that I was quite occupied, she picked up and said hello to my
child. With my face full of cream and my pussy dripping, I explained to my
10-year old daughter that I asked the maid to pick up for me. I watched the
girl's cream-filled pussy as I made nice and laughed with my daughter and
told her I hadn't forgotten about her soccer game next week. Mommy loves
you, too, I told her and hung up. I didn't finish the girl off right after
I hung up, but decided I would have some fun and "punish" her.

I put her on all fours at the edge of the bed and began paddling her ass
with my hand. I spanked her again and again as she moaned in pleasure. I
reached down and put four fingers in her pussy as I continued my
slapping. She was sopping wet with girl juice and cream but managed to grip
my fingers tight inside her. Good girl. When she came I could feel her
spasms up to my forearm. I commanded her to her remain still as I strapped
in the dicked harness that she brought with her.  At least she did
something right. I lubed the dick with a few pussy strokes, dipped in the
Cool Whip container and rubbed a cool glob in her ass crack.  I spread her
cheeks wide and went into that little ass with all I had as she moaned
submissively. Yes, baby, I said as I humped her. Take this dick and like
it. I helped break her in that night. Wow, that was so good.

When I discovered my husband was cheating on me, I happily ended the
marriage. I was almost free to pursue my passion. After my children were
out of the house on their own, I began to pull out the photographs more
often. I was truly awesome, especially as the girls fucked me. I continued
to date for social purposes and to satisfy my parents. I was the perfect
socialite when I went to the theater, a party or to dinner with men, but I
was secretly ogling the women that I saw around me. I secretly wished I
could fuck my way through all of this season's 18-year old debutants. My
pussy was throbbing at the sight of richly exposed breasts and perfect
little asses. Mother said that women were not meant to be husbandless as I
was. I needed to get with the program, she said.

Constance asked me after several years what had happened in that room in
Paris when I left her alone. I didn't say a word, but I took her upstairs
and showed her the volumes of photographs with me posed in the nude and
being fucked by the girls. I told her that I had had many women over the
years since our trip to Paris. She was overwhelmed. I told her that I had
always wanted to do things like that with her. I wanted to share with her
what I was feeling. She admitted that she had imagined what might have
happened and asked me to show her now. I came to her and began unbuttoning
her blouse. Leaning down, I sucked her nipple through her lace bra as she
moaned in passion. I unsnapped the hindrance, pulled the blouse off and
really went to work on those sweet breasts. My hands went down and I raised
her skirt, put my hands inside her panties and cupped her ass. When I put
my tongue in her mouth, she turned to mush. I led her to my bed, removed
the skirt and panties and gave my best to my best friend. She was mine as I
carressed and kissed her calves, placed her legs on my shoulders and sucked
her bald pussy for the first time. I rode her hard into the mattress as I
did all my women. Unh, unh, unh, shit, she uttered as I did things to her
with my hands and my pussy.

When my husband moved out of the house, I was able to buy and stash items
that I could use if I had the opportunity to fuck at home. Sweet Constance
would be the first woman that I have fucked in my bed and would be the
recipient of my first slice of dick. I was so excited as I strapped up and
got on top of my friend. Her pussy was wet and open as I guided 9 fat
inches of me deep into her while looking in her blue eyes. They were filled
with wonderment. I took her slowly at first, steadily sliding in and all
the way out of her. She moaned under me and called out my name as she
played with her nipples or rubbed my ass. As she got more and more excited,
I picked up the pace and was soon slamming my dick deep into her pussy over
and over. She screamed as she came in what she later described as constant,
hot clenching waves. But I was not yet done with her. I put her on all
fours and entered her pussy from behind and pounded as I watched us in my
floor mirror. I would always keep that image in my mind when I thought of
her. As her ass pushed back to me, the apparatus deeply massaged my large
clit. Soon we were both cumming and exclaiming how good our fucking was. I
pulled out of Constance, kissed her ass and cuddled with her in bed. Her
heart was still racing as I fondled her and the wet dick rubbed against
her. I kept telling her how good she was for me, how sweet her pussy
was. When she declared that she really had to leave, I forced her down and
fucked in her again. Give me that pussy, Connie, I begged as I screwed
her. Then I slipped lower and ate her pussy in an effort to keep her even
longer. She was exhausted and satisfied when she left my bed. Weeks later,
Constance moved to Florida when her husband accepted a presidential
position at a large bank. She never came back to my house. The poor baby
said she loved me dearly, but she liked my fucking too much to be around
me. I know I was that good.

Now that I had the chance to fuck a woman in my own home, I was excited to
get another. I met a discreet 30-year old waitress who works at the country
club. I had seen the way several other women flirted with her and figured
she would be ripe for some action. She knew what I wanted when I rubbed her
hand and slipped her my card when she served my lunch. Yasmin was a sultry
Puerto Rican lesbian who slipped over to my house after her three night
shifts. The girl was delectable as I sucked her sweet ass cheeks and her
large pussy. She loved throwing her head back and riding on my dick.  The
girl was a screamer. I love screamers. Although she objected at first, I
paid her well to ensure exclusivity and her silence. She said she made good
tips, was not a whore and fucked a woman because she wanted to. She was my
little firecracker. I asked her to use some of the money to buy some sexy
lingerie and she could model them for me before I tore them off. She liked
that idea. I wore out a mattress with her before she moved away.

I am now 46-years old, but I look at least eight years younger. I take good
care of myself with coaching from my personal trainer, yoga sessions and
massages. I have been fucking women for 25 years. It has been a phenomenal
journey. I am always as heavy in need as I was all those years ago in
Paris.  My body is smooth and firm and my breasts are perfect with just a
little augmentation. My pussy lips are still plump and moist and my clit is
always at attention.

Alone in this house in Phoenix with a severely sprained hand after the
third day, my 8-week vacation seems ruined. Even athletic people such as me
make mistakes on the tennis courts. On a trip to Chicago while I was having
some fun, I had my Paris albums digitized and put on a thumb drive. Not
able to do it myself, I had the technician shred my beloved pictures,
too. Now I pull my pictures up on my computer or project them onto a white
wall and see the perfect slide show whenever I want as I burn with need for
sex. There's the Internet for erotic stories. But I need more. I need the
physical woman.

I have interviewed twelve young women seeking a companion until I can use
my hand. Of course, my choice must be special because she will have to
satisfy me sexually as well. I certainly will want to eat some pussy and
suck some titties while I heal. I don't believe in too many dry spells.  As
I review their applications and interview sessions, I believe that number
11 may be my girl. She has been working nights at a local mall but also
needs a day job until she goes back to college in the fall. I will call
her, offer her the live-in job, double the stated salary, offer huge
bonuses for good work and put my good hand inside her sweet panties when
the deal is sealed. She will love what I will do to her pussy and what she
will do to mine.

The girl, Brie, is gorgeous with long blond hair and blue eyes. She has
long, shapely legs that could wrap around me or be easily put on my
shoulders. At 21, she is the same age as I was when I discovered lesbian
sex. As it turns out, the girl didn't need any convincing or teaching. She
had grown quite fond of lesbian loving when she saw her college roommate
fucking her girlfriend. Occasionally, they would let her join in or bring a
girl with them for her. If she didn't feel like dealing with a guy, she
would go to a lesbian club meeting on campus and score a date of her
own. Brie's clit is as large and firm as mine. She rubbed it on my pubis
that first night and brought us to climax as she kissed me. When she
French-kissed my pussy, I knew she was made for me. She was exquisite down
there. I threw back my good hand and sighed in contentment.

I have rarely had the opportunity to fuck a woman who did not go home the
same night. Brie lived with me, slept with me and fucked me every day and
night we were together. Just the naked or clothed sight of her made me
throb. When we went out in public together, people may have assumed that
she was my daughter. She was simply stunning. I saw women looking at her
with lust in their eyes. This made me burn to take her home and play with
her. As soon as the doctor pronounced my hand healed, I did my first
physical therapy session in her sweet pussy. I slowly introduced her to
each finger on this new hand and managed to snag her g-spot with the
longest one. I watched those blue eyes cloud as I made her cum. Oh, fuck
Tessa, she moaned.

I had a few social engagements in Phoenix with men from the club to satisfy
my mom's curiosity, but I left them on the doorstep when they brought me
home. I would even let the man kiss me on the cheek, but I had no interest
except social. What I needed was warm, fragrant and snuggly in my bed. I
could hardly wait to rub myself on her.

I stayed an extra two weeks, but my time has come to leave Phoenix. If I
could take the girl back with me, I would. It was wonderful having a young
female lover actually live with me. She was as close to love as I've come
with anyone. I bought an expensive digital camera and took some great shots
of her clothed but mostly naked. The close-up pussy shots were as excellent
as mine. I put in fresh memory cards, positioned the camera on a tripod and
had it film me fucking the hell out of Brie with my mouth, my dick and my
pussy. Then Brie fucked me for the cameras. That last ass-fucking she gave
me with her tongue and her dick required its own card. Was that really me
screaming in ecstacy? I got many, many gigs of great video and audio
footage. This will warm me up on a cold night. She had more than enough
cash to keep her afloat for the rest of the summer. I wanted her to be
happy and have fun after I left. I also gave her the camera.  Perhaps she
will start her own collection of pictures. Two days later Brie and I fucked
all morning and I flew home that afternoon with great memories and my new
treasures. It turned out to be a great anniversary/vacation after all.

Tessa