Beach Life Lez

“Mrs. James, what kind of woman do you think I am?”

“Sheila, I’m good friends with Loretta Martin, who’s told me exactly what kind of woman you are. And I can’t wait to feel that apparently very eager tongue all over my pussy and ass. But first, I want to taste some of this sweetness Loretta seems to enjoy so much.”

“Oh, well, um, OK, I guess.”

“Think of it as a compliment, dear. Enjoy the fact that older women want to be close with you. Oh, my, aren’t we wet? You are going to taste yummy, I’m sure of it.”

Agatha was enjoying the scene in the club at the hotel she was staying at. She was a lovely blonde, well endowed, with the poutiest of lips.

And then, eye contact. The beautiful brunette across the room almost immediately captured her gaze. Agatha didn’t, no couldn’t, look away.

Once the woman had gained total control of Agatha’s attention, she licked her lips sensually. Agatha felt herself drowning, totally mesmerized. And then, she actually heard the woman’s sultry voice inside her head.

“You want to invite me to your room.”

“Yes—pleae come to my room.”

“You want to invite me into your bed.”

“Yes—please join me in bed.”

“You want to worship my body.”

“Yes–let me worship your body.”

“You want to give me everything.”

“Everything…”

“Shall we?”

With that, Agatha turned and walked to the hotel lobby and headed to her room. She was burning with desire for this mysterious woman she had never seen before. So ready to give her everything.

Agatha didn’t totally understand what “everything” meant to this woman. She would of course learn too late that when Vampiress Ilsa was done with letting Agatha worship her body, “everything” truly would mean everything. In a few hours Ilsa would perform another bloody taking of everything from her latest victim of lust.

Pastor's wife Rachel Jenkins welcomed congregant Becky Sue Martin back to her bedroom. Becky Sue's very sheltered, conservative upbringing and traditional marriage hadn't prepared her for the sudden strange feelings she started having for stronger, older women.

These were signals that Rachel picked up on, and over time, she worked her way into Becky Sue's confidence to be able to "confess" these feelings she was thinking were quite sinful.

Rachel took it upon herself to disabuse Becky Sue of these notions of sin and show her the flip side of that coin; that, in fact, following her desires was quite natural, and Rachel would be happy to accompany Becky Sue on her journey.

Their last session was when Rachel brought Becky Sue into full knowledge of female enjoyment. They had been naked together before, but had only done some heavy kissing and light body caressing.

Last time, Rachel had laid Becky out on her bed and provide her with two scorching climaxes with her talented and experienced tongue. this sealed Becky Sue's devotion to Rachel.

Today, Rachel was ready to push Becky Sue to the next inevitable step.

"You look so sexy naked, Becky Sue. Thank you for joining me again."

"Of course, Rachel. You've changed my life. Literally. I don't know how to thank you."

"You will thank me by learning that it is just as important to give pleasure as to receive it."

"You mean...?"

"Yes, dear. If you are to fully give yourself over to your changed life, that is. Are you ready for that?"

"Will you guide me, Rachel?"

"Of course I will, Becky Sue. Do you want to please me?"

"I do, I do. With your help, I will do my best."

"I know you will; I know to will. Lie back; I will provide my help and guidance from above today."

Karen had convinced her partner Linda that it might be fun to do a little naked hot tubbing at the resort they were staying at. Linda was a bit nervous, to be sure, but, well, Karen was usually pretty successful in getting what she wanted.

Shortly after they got down to the nudity-allowed area, a very attractive woman named Alice asked if she could join them. Karen quickly agreed.

They got to know each other a bit, and as the conversation progressed, Karen started getting visibly handsy with Linda. Linda knew not to put up any resistance. Alice definitely noticed and smiled.

“You know, Linda, if you were my partner, I’d have my hands all over your hot body, too. Karen is one lucky lady.”

Alice put her hand on Linda’s leg and began gently rubbing her. Linda blushed, but didn’t say anything in return. Karen smiled.

“I’m glad you think that way, Alice. I’ve always thought Linda’s body was awesome.”

Karen moved a hand up to Linda’s boob and began squeezing and rubbing it. Alice followed suit.

“Mmm. Small, but perky. You’re so sexy, Linda.”

Alice leaned in and kissed Linda’s neck. Linda continue blushing, not trying to deter the women’s continued caressing.

“Thank you, Alice. That’s very nice of you to say.”

Linda began squirming a little as Karen’s and Alice’s attention became a little more aggressive. She felt herself go moist.

“You know, Alice, in addition to being very sexy, my Linda is also very sexual with the right kind of attention. I think she’s beginning to feel that way now, aren’t you, honey?”

“Um, well, um, yes, I am.”

“See, Alice? I think maybe you should join us back in our bungalow. Then we can allow Linda to be as sexual as she pleases. I think we might all benefit from that. What do you say?”

Alice reached a hand between Linda’s legs, parting her lips with a finger to feel how wet she was. She smiled widely.

“I see what you mean, Karen. Yes, I think that’s a wonderful idea. Experiencing Linda in her fully sexual state would be an absolute joy, I’m sure.”

Alice continued probing Linda’s pussy, with two fingers now.

“You won’t be disappointed, I promise. Isn’t that right, Linda?”

Linda let out a small whine of pleasure before responding.

“Let me guess. Your college friend Cecilia is in town again.”

“Good guess.”

“You never dress like that for anyone else, not even me. And I’m your husband.”

Back in the day, Marge and Susan were a lucky couple. Marge had inherited her parents' remote cabin about 50 miles outside the city, which allowed them the seclusion and privacy they needed to be their real selves. Monday through Friday, it was 8-to-5 in the typing pool, but Susan's car was packed and ready to head to the hills every weekend.

Clothing was usually optional for the two of them, freeing themselves from the "norms" of the day. Long afternoons in the hammock, lying together, kissing, masturbating each other to orgasm. Followed by nights in front of the fireplace, making love on the sofa, or sometimes even on a blanket on the floor.

Marge would eventually wind up over Susan, as they practiced their most intimate form of mutual pleasure, delving into each other's love cleft with their tongues. They would reach a beautiful conclusion together each time. Marge would then reverse positions, allowing them to kiss passionately, enjoying the taste of their love labors on their tongues and lips.

As another weekend drew to a close, Susan grabbed Marge’s buns.

“We only have a few more hours. Can we spend it in bed, Marge? I’m really hungry for your sex; I want to make love one more time.”

“Doing OK, Maggie?”

“Yes, Jess, I’m doing fine, I promise.”

“Still shocked you just had sex with another woman?”

“Shocked? No. Surprised, yes. I think I’ve long wondered about it but never thought I’d meet the right woman.”

“And I’m the right woman?”

“Well, that sure felt pretty right to me. How about you?”

Theresa had always been a bit envious of Shae's and Phoebe's relationship. And so when Shae let on at a party they were all at that she and Phoebe had been thinking about experimenting a little with threesomes, Theresa jumped at the chance to be included.

And so now, back at Shae's and Phoebe's place, Theresa was the very willing center of their attention.

"I think Theresa has too much clothing on, Phoebes."

"I think you're right. You want to be naked with us, don't you, Theresa?"

"Oh, my god yes I do. I've wanted that for months, to be honest."

"That's good to know. What else have you wanted?"

"Truth, Phoebe?"

"Truth, yes, absolutely."

"Well, um, I've always pictured myself on my back. Shea, you are above me, riding my face. And Phoebe, you're between my legs, devouring my pussy. TMI?"

"Hell, no. Just the right amount of 'I". Think we can make that happen, Shae?"

"Anything that involves Theresa licking my pussy works for me."

“Well, Dee, we’re married now. No regrets?”

“Only that we didn’t meet sooner, Sue. You’ve provided me with the love and the structure I’ve needed for so long. I’d be lost without you.”

“We complement each other well, that’s for sure.”

“It makes me so happy to hear you say that. You know I’d do anything for you.”

“Yes, baby, I know. Now go get your cuffs, clamps and my biggest strappy. It’s time for you to prove that again.”

“What do you say, Seiku?”

“Please, Miss Amy. Own my pussy. I need you to make me cum. I should not want this and I do not deserve it but I need it and want it so badly.”

“That’s right, sweetie. And how will you thank me?”

“I will worship you with my mouth, Miss Amy. Until you tell me to stop.”

“Why is that, Seiku?”

“Because you are good to allow me to climax on your finger. I do not deserve it, so I will continuously thank you for it. You will smother my face with your sex and I will thank you again and again.”

“Good girl. Here comes that climax you don’t deserve.”

“OK, ladies, you’ve made a strong case for leaving with me tonight. My limo is waiting outside. You can start putting those mouths to better use on the ride back to the hotel.”

Bella had gotten very good at the game. She knew she was hot, she knew how to flirt “just so” with older women, and she knew how to put the right amount of skin on display.

This all led, more than one might imagine, to situations like this, with her friend Cynthia’s mom Denise. They were now naked in Denise’s bedroom. Denise thought it was all her idea, Bella was so good at this.

“Wow, do you think we were that loud, Christy?”

“Ha, good question, Katelynn. My Chelsea is a bit of a screamer, isn’t she?”

“I’ll say. But I get it; when my mom gets to going down on someone, she has a hard time stopping. It sounded like Chelsea came at least twice just then.”

“Is that a challenge for me?”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant, sorry. I totally enjoyed our session. Thanks for letting me be on top.”

“You do know how to grind your pussy into a woman’s face, don’t you?”

“I guess so. Especially when your tongue is making me feel that good. It was nice to be able to feel you cumming right before me.”

“Not bad for our first time together, huh?”

Well, a lot better than not bad, ha. Should we go in and join mom and Chelsea now?”

“Not just yet, sweetheart. My turn to be on top.”

Occasionally, Janey’s “mommy” let friends visit for the night. And then Janey would sleep in the guest bedroom with mommy’s friend.

Well, there wasn’t usually much sleep. Mommy’s friend Margaret was quite smitten with Janey in her girlie pajamas. Her hands were warm and smooth and it gave Janey goosebumps when Margaret rubbed her tummy and legs.

When Margaret rubbed Janey’s cunny over her PJ bottoms, that made Janey really excited. Her bottoms were soon pulled down, giving Margaret full access to her clean, smooth kitty.

No, not much sleep for either Janey or Margaret.

"Jeez, mom, it’s bad enough you’re dating one of my friends. But you actually went out with Penny dressed like that?”

“Now, Megan, no judging. Penny asked me to wear something sexy so I did. She likes displaying me in public and what can I say? I love it, I honestly do.”

“God, and where were you ‘on display’ tonight?”

“In her car first on the ride to the club we went to. She had my tits out and was squeezing them while I rubbed myself for her. I was so worked up by the time we got there.”

“I’m sure her hands were all over you at the club, too.”

“Yes, of course they were. And she, um, let some other women take their turns, too. We had a very roomy and private booth which made everything a little easier.”

“Dare I ask what you mean by ‘everything’?

“I mean at one point, Penny had me on my knees.”

“You went down on her in front of everyone?”

“Just the three other women in the booth. No one else could see. And not just her of course. Once I got going, well, you know how it is…”

“No, not really. God, mom, this is a very interesting mid-life crisis you’re going through.”