Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2008 12:46:33 -0700 From: Jan ' Subject: Beach Girls Forever (lesbian / beginings, f/f) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between teenaged girls. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2008 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Beach Girls Forever By Jan What could be better than growing up on the beaches of southern California? Sally was born in Orange County and Karen had been born in Los Angeles County but her family moved to Costa Mesa before she was two years old. They were neighbors but met in pre-school and became inseparable. They spent as much time at each other's home as they did their own. They tolerated school but lived to roam the beaches from Huntington Beach to Corona Del Mar. They hung out at the professional volleyball games and the surfing contests. When they were lucky they got to go to sea on a boat out of New Port Beach. They changed from scrawny, suntanned, long legged, sun bleached haired Gremies (surfer slang for Gremlins) into teenagers that drew admiring looks from all of the males that frequented the beaches. They were rather typical young teens that made sex their main topic of conversation. They started dating boys in their sophomore year of high school. They found them to be fun but when they started experiments with sex, they were disappointed. By their senior year sex was still a big mystery to them. Their gossip revolved around who liked who, who had actually done the dirty deed with whom and speculating on what it was really like. Their other pastime was discussing who they would like to do it with. During the summer they spent all of their time together. They ate at each other's homes and even spent their nights sleeping together in each other's bed. One such night became the most memorable night in Sally's life. They were getting ready for bed and listening to records. They had an eclectic taste in music that included "Fifth Dimension" and "Jimmy Hendrix". Sally was the taller of the two. She was five- foot seven in her bare feet. Karen said she was five- foot three but she was much shorter than that. Karen was wearing an over sized tie-dyed T-shirt that was much too large for her. It wanted to slide off of her shoulders. She looked kind of comical, at the same time she was innocently seductive. They were sitting on Karen's bed with their backs against the wall and their legs crossed like American Indians. They were comparing notes on their boyfriends. They had smoked a couple of doobies. (Another clue to the decade) They were totally relaxed. They were at a state where everything is perfect with the world. They were reduced to giggling at the slightest thing. At a serious moment they were lamenting that their boyfriends were not taking them to the sexual heights they knew they could reach. They had been masturbating for years and knew where their "G" spot was better than anyone. Their boyfriends were not providing them with the release they wanted. Karen and Sally had been trading tips and techniques to improve each other's skills for years. Sally remembered the time Karen taught her how to hump her Teddy Bear. They admitted to each other that they could make themselves cum better than their boyfriends could. They speculated that there was something wrong with them. They read their brother's Playboy magazines and "Valley of the Dolls". Everything they read told them how good sex should be but, inevitably, the boys they dated would climax and quit before they were near their own climax. They figured out that the past few years of changing boyfriends and never getting the climax they were looking for was just because the guys didn't know how a woman's body worked. Some of the guys didn't care. All they were interested in was getting themselves off. Neither had intended to actually do the nasty until they found the right guy. They were hot and heavy into hand and oral sex. They discussed how fast they could make a guy cum with a hand-job. They had sucked a few until they had shot their load into their mouths. They both had spit it out though. Sally finally admitted that she had let her boyfriend fuck her a few times. He would start finger fucking her but would quit long before she got off. In more that a few instances he was so rough that it was painful. After she let him fuck her he had lost all interest in her tits. Sally found that disappointing because she could climax if her nipples were stimulated enough. It just seemed as if he didn't get it when she begged him to play with them longer. Karen busted up giggling. "I like having my tits played with but I never climaxed." Karen pulled up her T-shirt and took hold of her right tit with both hands. She pulled it up as far as she could and lowered her head so that she could flick her nipple with the tip of her tongue. She started laughing as only a doobie would induce in her, "Mine must be broken!" Sally started laughing hysterically. "Here, let me help you." She leaned over and took her pink nipple into her mouth. It had started just as a joke. She was just caught up in the silly moment. While she was sucking on Karen's nipple, she started feeling her body up. She had not intended to seduce Karen at first but it progressed beyond the point of no return. Karen stopped laughing and fed her perfectly shaped breast to Sally with both hands. It only took a few seconds for Sally to find it very exciting. Karen's nipple was becoming incredibly stiff. Sally found that she enjoyed it so much that she didn't want it to end. She circled the nipple with her tongue. She was covering Karen's areola with her mouth. She was fascinated with the textures of the magnificent nipple. Karen removed one hand from her tit and placed it on the back of Sally's head and pulled her head hard against her breast. She pushed her chest out in response to the attention Sally was bestowing on her tit. "Sally, that feels so... good!" she murmured. Sally continued to suck gently, pulling the flesh into her mouth as the skin took on a rosy color. She stretched the nipple with her lips and watched it recoil when she let go. Her fingers moved around the orb so that she could stuff more of the tit into her mouth. She sucked and licked just like she wanted someone to do to her tits. This was what she longed for. Karen held Sally so tightly that she had to turn her head to breathe through her nose. At that point Sally realized that she really loved what she was doing. She said, "This is nice." Karen was sort of murmuring, "Yes...yes, oh God, Sally. That feels so good." Sally looked up so that she could see Karen's face. Her eyes were closed. There was a blissful expression on her face. Sally was leaning on her right hand, her left hand had moved over to the neglected tit. She rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She pulled and pinched it. When she felt her right nipple had enough attention she moved her head over to the left tit and started sucking on the nipple. At first she thought Karen was trying to push her left hand away until she looked down and saw that Karen was moving her arm over hers and down between her own legs. The sight of her best friend starting to masturbate gave her an incredible rush. The knowledge that she was inducing such feelings in Karen was such a power trip. She was bringing pleasure to her closest friend. She could feel Karen's heart pounding. She moved her left hand down to where Karen's was. Sally moved her hand over Karen's and gently brushed her fingers away from the small garden of hair. She touched her thighs until Karen spread her legs open. While that was going on, Karen continued to murmur her pleasure and her heart was beating rapidly against her chest. That added to the excitement. Sally found it strange that she was not feeling the same sexual excitement as Karen. She was so intent on pleasing Karen that she was not thinking of herself. Now everything became instinct. She knew what worked for her and applied everything she knew to pleasing Karen. She knew that Karen's pussy was tingling. Her hand began slowly and gently sliding across Karen's pubic mound. Sally had to keep brushing Karen's hand away to keep her from doing the task she had decided was hers. When she got her hand out of the way, she used her middle finger to burrow between her labia and start working on her little bud of sexual pleasure. She found out just how juicy Karen was. Karen was reluctant to give up her pleasure, seeking to allow Sally to do it for her but when she did, she moved both her hands back up to her own breasts while she thrust her pelvis up to greet the finger invading her pussy. Sally removed her mouth from the nipple and began to circle the orb with her tongue. She started kissing every inch of both breasts in concentric patterns, the spirals moving out from the areolas in turn. Her tongue relished the taste of the flesh. Her breasts were soft but firm. When she reached the hollow of her cleavage between her breasts where the fragrance of her perfume was strongest, she followed the center of her ribs downward. Karen added her hands to the top of her head to offer her encouragement, to hasten her movement downwards. She knew where Sally was headed and wanted to hasten the trip. Karen's pussy was flowing like a faucet. Her hips were moving with increasing urgency. Sally was enjoying the taste of her flesh and was in no hurry to bring it to an end. She was determined to do this right. Karen was far from subtle in her increasing pressure that she wanted Sally to put her face between her legs. Sally was in control and she was going to use it. Karen begged, "Please suck my pussy, Honey." She deliberately lingered at her friend's flat belly long enough to suck on her little outie belly button. She toyed with it and nibbled on it. Her tongue did a little impromptu dance on her navel. Time lost all meaning. They were engaged in a dance that would have only one outcome. Karen twisted around on the bed until she was on her back. Her legs were dangling over the edge of the bed. Sally was forced to follow her to keep her mouth in contact with her skin. Her tongue and the navel were the pivot points. When they settled down Sally was located with most of her body between Karen's legs. From that location she could smell Karen's womanhood. Karen's faint murmurs changed tone and timbre to beautiful sexual choirs of love sounds. Sally could not describe them or duplicate them but her vacillations were adding counterpoint. They were like short gasps that were a little high pitched. Karen was responding to every touch of her fingers in her wet pussy. It occurred to Sally that it was like playing a musical instrument. She figured she was the young Yo-Yo Ma and Karen was her cello. Karen had almost given up nudging her head towards her pussy. Sally left the navel and moved her tongue down her lower abdomen, painfully slow. Her skin was as soft as velvet until she reached the place where Karen's pubic garden began. Sally used her tongue to trace the outer boundary of her garden. She started venturing in with her tongue to tease the tentacles of her twisted hairs. She even pulled on them with her teeth. She kept moving closer to the center of her womanhood. When she finally arrived at her pussy, she felt Karen relax a little as if an itch was being scratched. Karen moaned, "At last!" Sally started exploring the folds of her labia with her fingers long before her mouth arrived. Tentacles of hair got caught between her teeth. She felt that the only way to explore the mysteries of a female rose was to use her four senses; sight, smell, taste and touch. Sally used both hands grasping Karen's inner thighs and spread her legs wide before she ran her tongue down her pubic bone until her tongue reached the slit that told her that the clitoris as just under her tongue. When her tongue touched it, she found that it was throbbing. Sally was in no hurry to bring Karen to a climax. She wet her tongue before gently working her tongue down among the folds of the labia to seek out the little knob of a clitoris. She lapped with great thirst at the inner softness for the nectar that proved that she was doing a good job at pleasing her girlfriend. Karen was moaning, as Sally's tongue probed the folds of skin for the depths of her pussy. The entire focus of Sally's being was on providing pleasure to Karen. Juices trickled down the fleshy canyon, as Sally followed the flow down. She stopped only long enough to probe the dark little puckered butt hole, then back up, making sure to visit every soft fold along the way. She let her tongue dive in between her labia, making sure to pay attention to both sides of her lips. Her soft tender flesh felt like the petals of a flower. The juice was warm and salty tasting. It was like the clean taste of a sea breeze. Karen's scent was as intoxicating as it was wet. Sally was in her glory knowing that she was making Karen produce the nectar she was lapping up. It was almost as if she was doing it to herself. As Karen responded to what Sally was doing, Sally became aware that her friend's beautiful pussy belonged to her. As her tongue danced over the delicate flower, she found out something about herself. She was meant to enjoy the tender joys of Sapphic love. It was so naturally pure. Sally flattened out her tongue and placed her tongue over as much of Karen's pubis as possible. Her mouth was producing as much saliva as possible that mingled with Karen's juices. She extended her tongue, flattened it as much as possible, then started at her vagina she tilting her head upwards, dragging her tongue over as much of her flesh as possible. She was producing a tremendous amount of saliva. It was mixing with Karen's juices, her pussy was dripping juice down her tender slit, covering Sally's lips and chin with wet juice. Sally dove into Karen's wetness with her nose. She was following her tongue with her nose. She was fucking her sweet Karen with her face. It was as if she was in some sort of sexual frenzy, rubbing her with her cheeks, her forehead, her cheekbones, her nose and her entire face. She just had to cover her face with Karen's liquid. Sally's face was entirely wet by the time she was finished wallowing in Karen's delicious love channel. Sally eventually returned to licking and nibbling on her tender labia lips. She delicately forged up that canyon of joy until she found her little bud again. She dug it out from under the hood with her tongue. It was swelling under the tip of her tongue. Karen jerked her hips involuntarily. Her clit seem much larger when examined with her tongue, than it felt with the touch of her finger tip. She found herself pulling on it gently with her lips. She sucked on it like she was nursing on it. Much like she had practiced on her nipples and belly button. Now her tongue was ready to dance with the clit. She surely did dance with the rose bud like it was the perfect dance partner. Sally was thinking of it as a tango dance. It was a dance of tenderness, joy and passion. Karen's little dancing clit followed her lead to perfection. As she would move her tongue in a spinning motion around her little partner, Karen would rhythmically swing her hips causing Sally's little partner to respond perfectly. At first she thought she was leading but soon appreciated that she was actually following Karen's lead. For Sally's own comfort and accessibility she opened Karen's legs as wide as possible. All the while Karen's hands were still on her head. That was how Karen connected with Sally. As Sally continued to dance with her clit, she used her right hand to open her labia. She inserted two fingers palm up into her vagina. She hooked her fingers inside of her as if trying to rub her cervix while her thumb tickled the underside of Karen's clit. She was moving her fingers as if she was beckoning her to follow her. Sally was pleading, "Cum my sweet Karen, cum to me, cum with me!" Karen's breathing was noticeably fast and hard. She was totally beyond the point of return. She was impatient for it to happen. She cried out, "NOW!" Sally could feel her response. She knew what Karen wanted. She knew perfectly what she was experiencing. Karen's muscles were beginning to contract. Her hips were bucking wildly. Karen's eyes rolled back in her head and she held her breath as she blacked out for a moment. Karen's legs closed around Sally's head. Her hands grabbed Sally by the head and pulled her into her pussy as hard as she could. Sally's fingers felt her vagina muscles contracting in waves of contractions. She could feel her thighs twisting against her head. Karen continued to squeeze and buck. Sally was riding with her through her climax like a rodeo rider staying with her horse. The climax was coming in waves faster and stronger that shook Karen until she lost control. She had one huge contraction. Her hips were thrust up off of the bed. Her moans became a scream. Her sweet juices became a flow. There was an amazing amount of salty juice for Sally to lap up. Her entire body was shaking, quivering, trembling. Then without warning, all of her muscles locked up tightly. Her hips were suspended off of the bed. Sally continued to lick her throbbing erect clit in frantic flicks. Her mouth, her face was covered in her rich liquid. She was finding it hard to breathe. Karen's legs were still gripping her head painfully hard. The grip on her hair was so tight Sally thought she was going to pull out hands full. Karen was there. Sally wanted to keep her there as long as possible. The question was how long it actually lasted? Sally had no more of an idea than Karen would have. Time stopped for all practical purpose. They both may have passed out at one point. Karen slammed her legs together hard on Sally's head before she went limp, her hips fell back to the bed and her legs sprawled out widely. Neither of them seemed to be breathing. Karen relaxed her grip on Sally's head. She began to call out, "Sally, Sally, Sally, no, no more." Her clitoris had become so sensitive that it was painful when Sally touched her clit. When Sally looked up, Karen had a smile on her face that spoke volumes about what she was thinking. It was the most beautiful smile Sally had ever seen. Karen pulled Sally up her body with her hands. Sally used her hands and knees to help move her limp body up Karen's body. She pulled Sally's face up over her own so that she could kiss her on the mouth. It was not like any other kiss Karen had ever given her before. It was like she was pouring her whole soul into that one kiss. Sally was crying. There were no words to be spoken that would have conveyed the beauty of the moment. How could anyone have understood the wonderful moment they had just shared? I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com