Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2005 09:26:18 +0100 (BST)
From: steff hilton <steff_hilton@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Desires Fulfilled (lesbian adult/youth)

It's difficult to recall when my first physical desires manifested. There
were pleasant feelings between my thighs occuring long before I
associated them with sex. As a child I was never reluctant to explore my
body and touch the places where it "felt nice". I was 11 when those
feelings first grew into a full orgasm. In my room one Saturday morning I
had persisted longer than usual with touching myself when this amazing
sensation engulfed my whole body. I thought I was dying and nearly ran to
mum in tears ! The initial fear didn't stop me from exploring again that
night in bed. I remember that, this time, the wonderful climax would not
occur, but a couple of days later I achieved it again. From then on I was
addicted to masturbating at every possible opportunity. My body was
developing rapidly; my breasts seemed to swell daily. There was little by
way of sex education in those days. Mum guided me through my first
menstruation but nothing else was discussed. I was particularly
fascinated by the growth of  hair on my pubis. For a time I had this
thought that no other girls were like that.  I had no sisters and
although not unpopular, I hadn't a close friend to discuss intimate
things with. Anyway, in the 1970's, girls didn't talk about such things,
at least none that I knew did. I suppose I was really a loner and I
didn't really miss a close friendship. I always worked hard on my
homework, learned piano and read a great deal. Always there was this
wonderful sense of anticipation as bedtime approached. Homework finished,
an hour's TV and then to bed and as long as I wanted to pleasure myself.
The act was just for physical relief in those early days. On those rare
occasions when on holiday I had to share a room with a cousin, I would
lie awake for hours, unable to see to my needs. I didn't think of boys in
a sexual way although I did quite like one or two. I was not considered
very attractive - average looking at best, but I had a few dates in my
early teens. I didn't enjoy the kissing thing or their gropings and so
soon the dates dried up. I didn't care. One day at school, the girls were
passing round a grubby book which ended up in my possession when the
teacher called for quiet.I took it home. It was a type written exercise
book, containing a story and pasted on drawings. The plot was set in a
rich lady's house in the seventeen hundreds and was mainly about the
lady's lust for young servant girls who had to do her bidding in or lose
their jobs. The dialogue was supposedly in the language of the times and
very sexually explicit.
..."Loose thy bodice, wench, quickly..thy titties, show them to me..."
....and ...Gasping uncontrollably, the duchess ripped off the girls
pantaloons and leapt on her, pressing her cunt hard onto Alice's, like a
rapacious squire. "Ahhh, wench !" she muttered as she thrust, "would that
I had a man's cock to pierce thee with...ahhhh...to fuck thee good...!"
Every few pages there was a drawing to illustrate the plots, showing the
duchess ravishing the various girls. I couldn't believe what I was
seeing. I read it over and over, realising that the book was causing me
to be sexually excited. I was able to keep the story over the weekend and
spent hours in my room, masturbating furiously as I read. It seemed that
I had found a focus for my physical lust. I wanted to watch the things I
had read about. I wanted to hear the dirty words. And I began to realise
that my desires were developing in "unhealthy" ways. I would watch the
thrust of a woman's breast into her blouse; delight in seeing the
bouncing flesh as a girl ran. When my feelings ran specially high I would
look at my naked body in the mirror, pretending that my developing
breasts belonged to someone else and that I was spying on her. I would
whisper forbidden words to myself as I masturbated..."suck my tits, fuck,
fuck...finger my cunt..." By the time I was 13, masturbation and
fantasies had taken over a big portion of my life.
I was nearly 14 when mum developed TB and had to stay in hospital for
months. Dad travelled a lot and so I was lodged with mum's Aunt Liz on
the other side of town. She was an ex teacher who had retired about a
year before. I had only met her a few times before. She seemed pleasant
enough; about mid fifties, buxom and with greying dark hair. Her husband,
Uncle Paul had died some 10 years before and she lived alone. She allowed
me the privacy I needed and so we got on well. There were times when I
got a little depressed about mum and she gave me hugs and cuddles which I
enjoyed. Mum had never been tactile. I did notice that she drank rather
often, especially in the evenings but it only made her more pleasant, so
it didn't mind.
One night in my room I became particularly sad and she heard me weeping
and came in from her bedroom in her nightie. For once, I had no thoughts
of sex or masturbation on that night. She held me and comforted me,
eventually slipping under the covers with me. There she snuggled up to my
back and put her arms around me. I could feel her large, soft breasts in
my back and a sweet smell of wine was on her breath. Calmed and happier,
I drifted towards sleep, vaguely aware that her hand was touching my
breast, but not alarmed by this. I know I fell asleep but something
wakened me suddenly, maybe half an hour later. Aunt Liz was still pressed
against me but was making rapid little movements with her body, like
thrusts against my bottom. As my mind cleared I noticed the strange
sounds of her breathing; gasping, choking sounds and an occasional quiet
moan. Suddenly the thought came to me that I sounded like that when I
masturbated and was trying not to breath loudly. And I could feel her
belly moving back and forth against me, just like I did when would get on
the leather chair arm and relieve myself on it. Oh my God - Aunt Liz was
masturbating against me ! Then I noticed that her hand was now holding my
breast and gently squeezing and releasing the flesh. My heart began to
thump wildly. I didn't dare move and just pretended to be asleep. My mind
was in a turmoil. In those days of the early sixties, few kids were aware
of lesbians but the memory of those erotic stories was still in my mind
and I was beginning to work it out that Aunt Liz's feelings were sexual
and were at that moment involving me. Now the throaty sounds were louder
and her whole body was quivering. Suddenly, she rolled away from me and
got out of the bed. I opened my eyes, and in the gloom I saw her padding
across the floor and out of the door. Heart still pounding, I eased my
self upright and left the bed, tiptoeing on the soft carpet. Along the
landing I carefully stepped towards her room, where I assumed she had
returned to. From within came muffled sounds; gasps and little cries and
the sounds of bed springs creaking. I pressed my ear to the door and
almost yelled in fright as the pressure of my face caused the latch to
click open. Poised to run for my room, I waited but the sounds of her
passion continued. Now I could see her bed through the slightly opened
door. The faint light of the outside street light revealed the dark shape
of Aunt Liz lying on her back, knees bent and legs lewdly opened wide.
Her nighty had ridden up to her waist and her right hand was deep between
her thighs and her arm moving rapidly. Her bottom rose and fell to meet
the thrusts of her hand. She was obviously masturbating. Her breathing
was out of control.She seemed to suck in short bursts of air and exhale
them almost immediately in a sort of "hawwwww" sound. Among her gasps and
cries she seemed to be muttering occasional words and I was shocked to
hear "ohhh fuck , fuck !" I had only heard boys say that word before. I
found it exciting to hear her. The sounds now changed...her voice became
an animal grunt and snarl. Her arm became a blur in the dim light and her
hips thrust hard against her hand. One final upward push and her climax
came with a partially stifled cry and the word again.."ohhhhh
fuckkkkkk.!!" Weak kneed, I staggered as carefully as I could to my room.
I lay trembling in my bed. The image of Aunt Liz was clear in my mind, so
erotic, so exciting. I wanted to masturbate. I wanted to do it and think
about what I had seen. My hand went between my thighs. At first touch my
slit opened. Inside was wet and mushy but the little button at the top
was hard and protruding. My finger tip produced an electric shock and I
could barely suppress a cry. Like my aunt, I raised my hips to meet my
hand, thrusting, seeking the ecstacy of the intimate touch. I wanted to
see her, watch her do it. And my thoughts said yes, if you were in here
with me I would want you to push against me like you did. I thought again
of the duchess - oh my god, yes I would enjoy being one of those young
servant girls.  My free hand sought my breast and caressed it, pretending
it was her hand. I whispered the forbidden word to myself. "Fuck. fuck
ohhh fuckkkk..!" The orgasm racked my body within a minute...
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When Jen had been seen off to school, Liz sat down at the kitchen table,
head in hands.What had she done ? Luckily, the girl had said nothing that
morning but what a close call! And Liz hadn't intended anything to
happen. She had felt genuinely moved by Jen's distress and only wanted to
comfort her. Jen had fallen asleep, spooned into her body. But the warmth
of her young body, so close, and the smell of her baby fresh skin had
begun to affect Liz. Her cheek was brushed by her niece's crisp, dark
hair and the girl's bottom was pressed hard against her belly. Her right
hand, which had been around Jen's upper arm, moved a little, and the back
of her fingers touched the giving flesh of Jen's pert little breasts
through the thin material of her nightie. She felt the familiar stirrings
between her legs as her ultra sensitive clitoris began to arouse. She had
opened her thigh, slowly and carefully, so that her rapidly hardening
clit brushed against Jen's right bum cheek. A gasp left her lips as the
contact was made. Her sex was on fire. She couldn't resist a little push
to ease the burning desire but the one push became a series of thrusts as
the delicious sensations engulfed her, rendering her helpless to caution.
She turned her hand to cup the pointed tit of her niece. Her breathing
was out of control and her pelvis was pushing ever harder. Suddenly the
girl started, obviously awakened. Panic stricken, Liz rolled away and
quickly left the dark room, shaking with both fear and need.
When she had got over the sudden death of Paul she had dated a few men
and slept with two but soon she settled down to a life on her own. Maybe
it was in the blood but like Jen she was a loner at heart and her
marriage had never been that wonderful. Also like Jen, she had
become addicted to masturbating from an early age and even marriage did
not interrupt that. She found that being alone gave her scope to
fantasise more widely than before and more than once her lonely lust had
touched upon thoughts of women. And yes, she missed those pretty little
middle school girls and maybe - just maybe, the sight of a bare thigh in
the gym, or a little breast straining   against a school blouse...well,
maybe it excited her a little. But she would always dismiss it from her
mind.
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Next day, Aunt Liz seemed so nervous, obviously worried about touching
me. I guessed that she had left my bed when she began to realise that
what she was doing could have caused big trouble.
I was careful to act normal. I went to school as usual and when I came
home we had tea and she gradually relaxed.. As for myself, my head was in
a turmoil. I was not in the least ashamed of what I had thought; indeed
my fantasies developed. I slyly watched her about the house, thinking how
I would love to see her naked. The enormous breasts fascinated me. What
were her nipples like? Big? Small? And "down there" - were there lots of
hairs - and were they dark and coarse like mine? I had seen a few girls
at school but only briefly had I glimpsed mum's in the bathroom. Mum's
seemed like a thick tangle of almost black. Before lunch I needed to go
to my room and relieve myself again, such was the intensity of my
fantasies. What was happening to me. I wasn't sure. It seemed that I was
being excited by thoughts of forbidden or dirty things. And foremost in
my mind was Aunt Liz on her bed losing control to her needs.
That evening we sat together on the couch listening to records. I loved
the Beatles and The Searchers and so did Aunt Liz. She had opened a new
bottle of wine and seemed to be drinking more than usual. I asked could I
have some and after a few weak protests she poured me a half glass.
"Don't tell Mum !" As if ...  By 10, she seemed a little tipsy and I also
felt quite jolly. I began to wonder if she would masturbate herself again
later. Did she do it every night, like me? I was sneaking glances at her
breasts. Earlier she had been mopping the kitchen floor on her hands and
knees and her neckline had flopped low. I had seen the deep black cleft
between her loose, swinging bosom. On a daring impulse I leaned sideways
and laid my head on her breast. It gave softly; unfettered by a bra.
"Love you, Aunt Liz!" I muttered. "Ahhh, " she said, "that is so nice to
hear - and I love you, Jen". She slipped her arm round my shoulder,
pulling me further into her. The soft flesh gave against my cheek and I
moved my face against it like a cat.  I heard a little intake of breath
and she grabbed her wineglass and took a deep draught. I felt dizzy with
the wine, but not sick. I was strangely happy and carefree. I turned my
face so that my lips were against her breast. Pursing them, I made
kissing movements. A hard bump had raised the dress material where my
lips were. I realised it was Aunt Liz's nipple. I let my lips brush back
and forth over it. A ragged sigh escaped her lips. I heard her whisper
"Oh dear..." and she pulled away from me a little, releasing my shoulder.
I looked up at her. Her face was flushed and she looked desperately
worried. "Hug me, Aunty," I said. "Put your arm round me." Reluctantly
she did and I snuggled cosily back to her breast, my lips back against
the shape of her her swollen nipple. Daringly I reached with my hand and
let my fingers cup as much of the flesh as I could encircle. Her sighs
had become near gasps and I knew she was struggling to hold the sounds
back. Her arm gripped my shoulder tightly. She moved her free arm and I
felt the palm of her hot hand caress my cheek. "Jen...." It was almost an
appeal to me. It said "please stop". But I knew I couldn't. The wine had
fired up my courage and my sexual desires had focussed on Aunt Liz. Was
it lesbian - I didn't know or care. Between my legs was wet and throbbing
like when I needed to masturbate. My own increased breathing now must
have been noticeable to her. I felt at her breast ever more urgently and
my roaming fingers encountered the button-up front. I allowed a finger to
poke in the gap and it touched the cleft between her breasts. My lips
were still pursed round the hardened nipple and had begun to wet the
material. Glancing up I saw that Aunt Liz's head was arched back onto the
backrest of the sofa. Her eyes were closed. Her open mouth breathed
noisily.
The wine had emboldened me. I flicked open a button; then another, then
slipped my whole hand inside the top. I cupped the massive tit and my
palm brushed her swollen nipple. A gasp escaped her lips, followed by a
groan. My hand had free access now to the quivering almost liquid flesh.
The feel was both comforting and exciting to me. I was in a dream; a
strange new world.
Suddenly I became aware that Aunty was sobbing. Anxiously I looked up to
see the tears on her cheeks. She pulled away from my grip and turned onto
her side to face me. "Jen, oh Jen.." she began, "Do you realise what's
happening...you mustn't....things like this cause feelings in
adults...since your uncle died I've been so alone...and I get
feelings..I...I..."
I couldn't look her in the eye, but determinedly I spoke, "Aunt Liz,  I
understand, I know about feelings..." She shook her head. "Oh, love, how
can you understand..." I nodded furiously, "I do, I do ! Like when you
want to touch yourself..I mean..down there.." Her eyes widened and I
continued, "..and when you want to touch someone as well...and things," I
ended lamely.
She sat up. "You know about that - you feel those things yourself ?" Her
tone was incredulous.
I nodded earnestly. "All the time". Her eyes were even wider and her
mouth had fallen open loosely.
"But surely.." she began, hesitantly, " surely ...I mean...do you do
something... you know ... to yourself ?" I looked down again, blushing
furiously. "Yes..." Her eyes flickered up and down me. "You mean...like
touch yourself ?" I nodded. "All the time..."
She shifted in her seat. Her dress was gaping open at the front and I
could see I good portion of the mobile breasts."So..." she continued,
"when you - do that...do you think of things?" I nodded. "Sometimes."
"What things? "   I licked my lips, still looking away from her eyes.
"Well, like -hugging people.. and them hug me, and things..."
She let out a ragged sigh and shook her head. Reaching for her wine, she
took a deep draught.
Leaning back again against the sofaback she looked at me. Her breasts
rose and fell into her top. "Jen..", her voice was shaking, "Jen, I'm a
very passionate woman, you understand and I easily lose control...I am so
worried...I don't know what is happening...
Before she could stop me I grabbed the bottle and also took a drink,
shuddering as it went down my throat. I held her gaze. "Aunt Liz..it's
ok...I understand, really...and....I think about you..I mean think about
nice things, you and me" . Her mouth became a huge "O".
"Wh...what do you mean ?" My body was shaking. "Well...like hugging
you...looking at you..."
The wine was kicking in. "I mean like what your bust is like..." She
looked shocked. "But Jen, you shouldn't want that...I'm your
aunt..and...there would be trouble.." I looked hard at her. "I won't
tell, honest. You could look at me too..if you want...you can hold my
bust...like you did in bed, " I added daringly. The wine was spinning my
head deliciously. "I want to hug you Aunt Liz.." I wriggled across the
sofa to her.."and you hug me.."  Then quickly I reached out and pulled
the unbuttoned top of her dress aside. The enormous tit hung free,
swaying and quivering. "Ohhh.." The sigh escaped my lips as I saw the
naked nipple. It was dark brown and impossibly broad. At the centre, the
huge nub stood out erect. I cupped the shaking flesh in both hands and
drew it to a point, lowering my head to take the hard bare nipple between
my lips. I sucked..hard. Such a sound escaped aunty's lips - like the
howl of a wolf almost. Her arm encircled me and her hand gripped the back
of my head, pulling me harder onto her tit. Her breathing became noisy
and harsh, like an animal grunting and gasping.
"Oh dear...oh God...ohhh...ohhhh.." I sucked as hard as I could and with
my free hand i freed her other breast and groped it roughly. The nipple
was equally hard and my fingers teased it. I moved my lips to the other
nipple briefly, then moved my head rapidly all over her breasts,
lingering and licking in the deep valley between and pressing both
breasts into my face. I felt I was drowning in a great sea of liquid
flesh. Suddenly Aunt Liz's hands were all over my body, invading me,
stroking my face, then my back, even down to my bottom, squeezing the
cheeks and into the crack. The rapidly round to my front, lingering on my
girlish breasts and between my thighs, momentarily cupping my mound
through my wet knickers. My excited little button responded to the brief
touch and wanted more but the hands had gone back to my breasts. My
thoughts bounded here and there and then to what was between Aunty's
thighs. She was helplessly in lust now and I knew that there was no need
for caution in what we said or did. My mouth released her nipple and I
glanced up at her face. It was flushed deep red. Her wild eyes fixed on
mine and she continued to gasp uncontrollably. My own breathing was such
that I had difficulty speaking. "Aunty...let's take our knickers off..."
She stared at me, as if in a coma, unable to speak. "Please.." I
continued. "Let's - shall we? Nobody will know. Let me look...down
there.." Taking the lead, I lifted her skirt to her waist. Her knickers
were large old fashioned cotton ones. At her mound, the material clung
wetly to her. A broad black shadow showed through the semi-transparent
material. Her bush. I wanted to see. I hooked fingers of both hands under
the waist elastic and lowered it quickly to her thighs. I let out a gasp
at the sight of that bushy black jungle. Long, curly and wiry, it was so
thick as to hide any trace of her slit. I couldn't resist placing the
palm of my hand against the crisp, rough tangle. Aunty Liz had not moved
but I noticed that she had cupped her own breasts and was massaging them.
Her head was on the backrest, eyes closed. Her breathing remained animal
like. Resolutely, I took hold of her knickers again and wrenched them
down her legs and off her feet. I felt elated; somehow in control of this
adult. I pushed her heavy thighs apart and knelt between them. The forest
of hairs grew right underneath, deep in and around the crack of her
bottom. With a deep breath I pushed my fingers into the jungle. Feeling
around, I encountered the thick lips of her slit. As my finger touched, I
felt it ease open wetly. A hot, musky smell hit my nostrils. The smell of
woman's desire. A cry left her lips, "Oh hell...ohhhhh !!" Voluntarily,
she opened her thighs to their widest. As she did, the opening slit
became visible. I stared, entranced, then reached with both hands to
widen it out and see inside. The folds and crevaces were red as fire and
oozing wetness. At every movement of my fingers a further cry came from
aunty and a little thrust of her hips pushed her vagina towards me.  I
worked my fingers upwards, wanting to see if she had a little button like
I had. Then, as the last fold opened, I was astounded to see a hooded
pillar of flesh suddenly protrude from the top of her lips. It was
enormous, thick and erect, like a small penis, so much bigger than my
little button. As it emerged, aunty's hand suddenly snaked down and her
finger alighted on her clitoris, rubbing it briefly, then reaching down
to my own fingers. She gripped them and pulled my hand up a little,
pushing my fingers onto the clitoris and rubbing them onto it. Another
cry came from her and her hips began to rise and fall, pushing the button
against my fingers. It was unbelieveably hard. The deep cleft of her cunt
had become a brimming bath of liquid, lubricating my fingers and her
clitoris. Aunty's animal grunts and gasps went even louder. Suddenly she
sat up, pushing me away slightly. I looked at her face in alarm and
disappointment but seeing her staring, lust filled eyes, I realised that
there was no way she could stop now. Then her hands were all over me
again and began almost tearing at my clothing. First my top was ripped
away and her fingers were at my small breasts, kneading and cupping. She
leaned forward and pulled me to her. Her mouth attacked the breasts and
her lips seized on a nipple and sucked hard. This had never happened to
me before. I became aroused even more and I think my breathing sounds
matched hers. My hand shot down between my thighs and I cupped the mound
through my soaking knickers. Startling me again, Aunt Liz's strong arms
gripped my body, turning me round and pulling me to her so that she was
behind me. Her hands were everywhere, pulling at my remaining clothing
until I was naked. She turned us so that we lay sideways on the sofa. Her
belly was thrusting at my bottom in the same way she did when she entered
my bed but this time the desire was not hidden. She had mounted me like a
dog and was fucking me rapidly. I felt her legs open to their widest and
the wiry forest pushed hard against my cheeks. She wriggled as if to pull
my bottom flesh inside her. Her gaping  slit was leaking all over me. The
smell of sex and lust filled my nostrils. I pushed back at her, matching
her thrusts. Now her hands were round my front, darting here and there,
feeling breasts then down below. In desperate need I grabbed her hand and
pushed to onto the hairs of my mound. "Ahhhhh..." she sighed, as if she
had wanted me to make this move. My slit was already wide open and her
fingers expertly explored the folds briefly before locating my rampant
clitoris. A loud moan left my lips as she began to masturbate me. Each
thrust of her body against me pushed my own body harder onto her hand.
The sounds from her mouth were wild and unhuman - snarls and grunts in my
ear. My own noises were little better. I realised what else I wanted.
"Aunt Liz...say things...say dirty things to me..." Her lips were close
to my ear. "Yessss!" she hissed. "Do you like being fucked by a lady..do
you...do you ?" My trembling lips formed the answer. "Oh yes, yessss..!"
Her harsh voice continued..."You like me to do you with my cunt,
eh...like to feel me fuck you..."I was helpless..."Oh yessss...do me
hard...fuck me...I love you..!" Then she was turning me round until her
heavy thighs scissored into mine and the rough hairs were mashing against
mine and our cunts were open and enmeshed, thrusting wetly together. The
orgasm hit me suddenly, unlike the usual slow, obvious and gradual build
up that I was used to. Almost in surprise, I let out a little groan that
turned into a scream of total ecstacy. Aunt Liz gave a little cry of
delight, realising what was happening and wriggled against me all the
more, her hard clitoris stimulating mine more and more. The come was
endless it seemd. Wave after wave of climaxes throbbed through my whole
shuddering body. Just as suddenly, the ecstacy turned into sensitivity
and I quivered and collapsed away from aunty as my clit became
untouchable. Unfinished, she thrust her body back onto the chair arm and
spread her thighs wide, one leg hooked over the sofa back. Despite my
exhaustion I gaped at her dripping slit, so wide, and the great thick
hooded rod that stuck out erect from the apex of her cunt. To my
amazement, she reached down and held the stiff organ between finger
thumb, and began rubbing rapidly, as if it was penis. She began thrusting
her pelvis high until I could see the gaping hole of her vagina and the
deep, hair smothered crack of her bottom. The enormous breasts bounced
wildly in all directions and her head was back hard on the sofa arm. All
at once, her free hand reached down under her bottom and emerged between
her thighs. Quickly,  two fingers disappeared inside the gaping vagina,
then thrust in and out. Her other hand continued masturbating the swollen
clit rapidly. The slopping sounds from her cunt were loud and wetness
streamed down her thighs and over her fingers. Then she came...
"Ohhh...fuckkkkk....oh, yesssss....fuckkkk..want to fuckkk you...shagggg
you...ahhhhh...!!!"
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It was 2am and still Liz lay awake, her mind in a turmoil. It hadn't been
her fault. The little minx had made the moves; unbelieveable as it seems,
she definitely had. But who would excuse that as a reason.
As an adult she would be in deep trouble. But did it matter - surely Jen
would never tell. The night had obviously been as wonderful for the girl.
Liz calmed a little and the image of Jen's lithe young body took over her
mind. The perfect, girly tits and pink nipples. Not too young to erect !
The white skin of her flat belly, blemish free. And then the contrast of
surprisingly thick triangle of black hairs. Oh God.... Her hand crept
down to untrimmed forest between her thighs and her fingers were pulled
like a magnet to the already thickening clitoris.....
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It must have been 2am and I was still awake. My head spun from the
unaccustomed drinking and the memories of the things that I had done. It
had been more exciting than anything my imagination had ever come up
with. Was I ashamed or scared? I explored my thoughts but only excitement
and thrill was there. And I had made it happen! I had seduced her, my
older aunt !I had discovered sensations beyond what I thought possible,
including the amazing power that I seemed to have over her. There would
be more to come, I knew it. The vision of her heaving, swinging tits
returned, the huge erect nipples, the open vagina and the engorged button
within, and the feeling of their two cunts mashed together, wet and
steaming, fucking each other like animals...Jen's fingers were stroking
again, her slit moistening yet again. Yes. There would be more....

This is my first attempt at an erotic story. Comments of any kind may be
sent to Steff_hilton@yahoo.com