Beach Life Lez

“This is nice, Gabi.”

“Very nice, Alexa.”

“Now that we’re here like this, I want to learn all about you. What you like, what you love, ha.”

“Me? I’m a giver, but I figured you already knew that.”

“Yeah I kinda did. But it’s nice to hear you say it. How do you want to show me that, then?”

“Well, on my back, if that’s what you like?”

“Mmm, riding that pretty face?”

“All night long if you want. I’m glad you think I’m pretty.”

"Good morning. Great day for a run, isn't it?"

"I'll say. I see you in the park quite often. I'm Anne."

"Hi, Anne, I'm Gretchen; it's nice to finally meet you."

"Yes, I notice you enjoy watching me do my stretching after my runs."

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"Oh, um, well, guilty as charged, I guess."

"Not to worry, sweetheart. An old gal like me needs to stay loose. If I have an audience, so be it."

"Thanks. I guess I just really admire your form, and how wonderfully in shape you are..."

"At my age? Ha. Well, If I'm going to keep up with sexy young women like you, Gretchen, I need to be ready at a moment's notice."

"Ready? Ready for what? You think I'm sexy?"

"Why don't you follow me to my apartment and I'll show you everything I'm ready for. And I'll show you how sexy I think you are. Maybe with a lot less clothing on."

"We'll see you in the morning, Veronica. No cumming until then."

With that, Veronica's partner Melanie and Melanie's "date" for the evening Gretchen retired to the bedroom. Veronica, naked on the floor masturbating, had been the initial foreplay for Melanie's and Gretchen's evening. Not that Veronica had been allowed to cum. No, that might occur in the morning, it might not.

When Melanie told Veronica she was done, she was allowed to crawl over to Gretchen and properly welcome her with her tongue. The entire time she was going down on Gretchen, Melanie teased Veronica about how superior Gretchen's pussy was, and how she and Gretchen were going to fuck all night while Veronica listened from the next room.

“You’re sure this is OK, Bree?”

“Of course, Anna. You know all the stuff you and I like to do when we’re alone?”

“Yeah, of course I do. I love being naked with you.”

“Well, like I told you, I learned all about that from my Aunt Linda. When I told her about us, she invited me to invite you over.”

“She looks really pretty from the picture you showed me.”

“She’s soo sexy, I promise. And when I showed her your picture, she said you had the cutest, tightest looking bod. I told her how much you like to lick puss, too.”

Anna blushed.

“Oh, um, well…yah, I do like licking you. Lots.”

Back in the day, girls like Shirley and Carol were lucky if they could encounter each other at school. They both knew they were somehow “different” from the crowd. But they would also learn, over time, how not different they were from each other.

Nothing had happened physically yet, although they found themselves spending a lot of time together. And, truth be told, a lot of alone time thinking about each other in private, naughty ways.

Eventually, all of this together and alone activity led to Shirley having the courage to ask Carol to visit her apartment “for the night”. Carol was very surprised at the invitation, but pleasantly so. Both girls understood, but didn’t dare say it out loud, that this might be a “point of no return” event.

—–

“Thanks for inviting me over, Shirley. This is so nice.”

Shirley dared to run her hand over Carol’s bare leg.

“It is nice, Carol. Your legs are so nice and soft.”

“I shaved them this morning. I’m glad you think so. Yours are soft, too.“

"I shaved mine this morning, too. You can touch them if you want, Carol.”

“Um, OK, if you want me to.”

“I do, Carol. Please.”

And so the two young women took that first physical step toward intimacy. Just two hands, lightly stroking two bare legs. But it was the most exciting sensation they had both ever felt.

And then Shirly slid a leg under Carol's. And another in between them. A bold move, perhaps, but Carol seemed receptive. Shirley decided to dare to go further.

“Carol?”

“Yes, Shirley?”

“I want to kiss you. I need to kiss you. May I please kiss you?”

“I’d like that, Shirley, I think, a lot.”

Shirley didn’t let either of them back away from her advance. She moved in and kissed Carol square on the lips. They continued to rub each other’s leg as they kissed, and Shirley dared make that first tongue advance between Carol’s lips. When Carol allowed that move, Shirley moved both arms around her in a full embrace. Carol reacted in kind.

They continued this full-on make out session for some time, rubbing each other’s back as they embraced and kissed. Finally, Shirley broke off the kiss. They were both panting pretty heavily by now. Carol gave Shirley a confused look.

“Is something wrong, Shirley?

"No, no, nothing’s wrong. But…well…Ok, I’m just going to say it. Carol, I want to see you naked. And I want you to see me naked. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for weeks. I know it sounds strange, but I really think…I really do…”

“What? what, Shirley?”

“I think….we’re supposed to be together. In ‘that’ way. I feel it so strongly. I can only hope you might feel the same way.”

“Oh, goodness, Shirley, yes, yes. I need to be close with you so badly. It’s all I think about, too. I know I’m in love with you, I just know it.”

That was all it took. Their deep, intimate kissing resumed. And over the next several minutes they were brave enough to get naked for each other.

For Maria, it was still a bit hard to wrap her head around the recent progression in her relationship with Tammy. And, more specifically, how Tammy had managed to now again be in Maria’s bed with Maria’s daughter Zoe, while Maria watched the goings on and prepared to pleasure herself as she watched.

Maria had always been the submissive one in their relationship; she fully understood that. But when Tammy turned their sexy talk in bed one night to ideas of Maria allowing Zoe to join in their activities, it certainly startled her at first.

But suddenly, Tammy’s fingers were working her magic between Maria’s legs as she whispered dirty thoughts about the three of them together. Tammy’s voice was as magical as her fingers; Maria was soon cumming hard at the images Tammy was verbally painting.

At the end of the session, with Maria panting in post orgasmic passion, Tammy whispered one more sentence.

“This is going to happen, trust me.”

Maria wasn’t sure if Tammy was really serious about it, especially since she seemed to drop the subject completely for a few weeks. Little did she know…

One day about a month later, she called it quits at work about an hour earlier than usual. When she got home, she noticed Tammy’s car in the driveway. Nothing unusual about that. But when she went into the house, there were no sounds or voices coming from the kitchen or the TV room. But wait…what was that going on upstairs?

Maria went into stealth mode and crept upstairs silently. As she made it down the hallway, there were in fact some unmistakable noises emanating from the master bedroom. Noises she recognized as Tammy experiencing pleasure. No, it couldn’t be…

But it was. Tammy hadn’t thought to close the bedroom door, not expecting Maria to be home so soon, apparently. And there they were. Zoe was on her back; Tammy was perched over her face, moving her pussy up and down as Zoe licked her eagerly. It was apparent this was not the first time Zoe had pleasured Tammy this way.

Tammy was encouraging Zoe in between her moans. Zoe had her hands around Tammy, grabbing her buns, seemingly very focused on making Tammy happy. Like mother, like daughter, Maria realized. Maria’s hand found its way inside her slacks and she began rubbing herself at the scene before her. And then, Tammy said something that shocked her.

“That’s it sweetheart, let mom see you make me cum.”

Tammy turned and faced the doorway, catching Maria “red handed”, as it were. She smiled in victory. And began cumming on Zoe’s tongue. Maria just kept rubbing through Tammy’s climax. She had never been so turned on as she was now, watching her daughter make her partner cum. Her climax was as strong as Tammy’s.

And now, Tammy was making it a regular activity, having Maria watch her and Zoe together. It sometimes made Maria feel like a third wheel in her own relationship with Tammy. But she couldn’t deny the pleasure all three got out of these interludes.

“A shy one, are we, Kiyoko?”

“Yes, Empress, I suppose so. This is a new role for me.”

“Not to worry, dear. There is but a small circle of women who are privy to the goings-on in this room when the Emperor is away. You should feel honored to be in the circle.”

“I am very honored, Your Highness.”

“That is good; now, it is time to prove you belong in the circle. Let your kimono drop to the floor. And turn and face me.”

Kiyoko did as the Empress requested. When she turned around, she continued looking down.

“Eyes up, my dear. Look at me. I want you to be proud that you are with me, not embarrassed. You are a beautiful young woman; I shall enjoy your charms greatly. As you shall learn to enjoy mine.”

The Empress stood up.

“Approach me, Kiyoko, and remove my kimono.”

“Yes, Empress, as you wish.”

Kiyoko did as instructed, careful to gently fold the empress’s kimono and lay it on a nearby chair. She had a hard time not staring at the empress’s nakedness.

“Very good dear, you’re already learning to take care of me and my possessions. And your eyes tell me you are eager to explore my body."

“Thank you, Empress. I want to take good care of you, I promise. I hope my eagerness is welcome."

“Of course it is, dear.”

The empress sat in a large chair, draping her legs over the arms.

At State U, Molly’s tutoring session with star soccer player Ashleigh had definitely gone a bit off the rails. Molly was doing her best to get through tonight’s chemistry lesson, but Ashleigh was definitely distracted by something.

“What’s wrong, Ashleigh? You’re obviously having a hard time concentrating.”

“Truth?”

“Yes. What is it?”

“Molly, I’m horny. And you’re pretty cute. And I keep wondering if you’re a girl who likes to go down. TMI?”

“Well, um, no, um, wait. You think about me that way?”

“Like I said, you’re cute, I’m horny. So, do you?”

“Go down? Well, um, I did have a girlfriend in high school. We kept it pretty hush hush, but, yes, I go down.”

“That’s hot. Was she a jock like me? Is that why you signed up to tutor in the women’s athletic department?”

“It’s a little embarrassing I guess, but yes. I was hoping to meet girls. Girls like you, Ashleigh.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. You know your type and you put yourself in place to your advantage. So, are you going to go down on me tonight, then?”

Five minutes later, the girls were kissing, Molly was topless, and she was pushing up Ashleigh’s sports bra.

“Yes, I’m going to go down on you, but I like kissing and boob play, too. Does that work for you, Ashleigh?”

“You bet, sweetheart. Kiss and play to your heart’s content. That’s only going to make my pussy juicier when you arrive at your final destination.”

“Well, I like to lick ass, too, if that’s maybe something you’re into?”

“Thank you for being my sponsor, Rachelle.”

“Of course, Micki. I knew once we met you’d make a great candidate to serve the Sisters. Your dedication to serving black women is quite admirable."

"Thank you, Rachelle. You are my goddess, you know that. And if you think I am worthy to serve others, then I want to make you proud."

“When I described you to Angela and Monique, our leaders, they just licked their lips and asked me to bring you to our next meeting.”

“That’s very flattering, Rachelle, thank you. All the women in the room are so beautiful. I can’t believe I have this opportunity."

"You've earned it through your service to me. Now, we will walk up to the altar. I will disrobe you and you will present yourself to Angela and Monique."

"They look so strong and sexy sitting like that, naked on their thrones."

"They are positioned ideally for your service to them. Angela will beckon you to your knees. You will kneel. And begin your new life of service."

"How many women will I service tonight, Rachelle?"

"How many women are in the room, Micki?"

"I would say 12-15."

"Then you have your answer. Make me proud. Let us proceed to the altar."

“I can’t believe I’m here with you like this, Vivian.”

“Just relax, Carla. I know you’ve been curious about my lifestyle, that’s been obvious. I see you watching me when I bring a woman to a party in the neighborhood.”

“I can’t help it. It has seemed so sexy to me lately.”

“Tell me—after you see me with one of my dates, do you maybe rub your pretty pussy a little wishing it was you with me.”

“I have to admit that I do. I hope that’s not terrible of me.”

“Not at all, dear. In fact, I’d love to watch you rub for me if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Really?”

"Yes, really. There are so many fun things two women can do together. Masturbating for each other is just one of them. I tell you what? Let's lie you on your back. I'll lie next to you. You let your fingers roam and do what comes naturally while I kiss your neck and boobs. I want you to cum for me. After that, I'll teach you how to make me cum. How does that sound?"

"Like all of my fantasies about you rolled into one."

“Great day, huh, Sue?”

“Mmm, you bet, Eve. Want to make it greater?”

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Well, I’m picturing some wine.”

“A good start; go on.”

“In our bedroom.”

“Getting better.”

“We’re naked.”

“Mmmhmm, what are we doing?”

“I’m on my back; you’re on top of me. You are doing that pussy grinding thing you do so well. There’s definitely lots of moaning. We speed up; we slow down; we speed up; we slow down. Your sweat drips down on my body. I reach up and massage your breasts while you continue making us feel oh, so good…”

“Stop, stop, stop!”

“What’s wrong, Sue?”

“What’s wrong is we’re standing out here, no wine, no naked, no grinding, no sweat.”

Pastor’s wife Rachel Jenkins worked her way back up congregant Julie Baldwin's body. Julie had just experienced her first climax on another woman's tongue, and it was quite revelatory for her.

"God...Rachel...I've never...I mean..."

"I know. Pretty fantastic, isn't it, honey. I wasn't lying when I told you it would be different than anything you've ever experienced."

"And you were right. I didn't know what I was missing until now."

"And now, you don't have to miss it anymore. And there might be a few other women at church who might not mind giving, and receiving, special feelings to and from you."

"OMG, really? That sounds so naughty. In a good way. Are you going to let me make you feel good today?"

"That's up to you, Julie. If you'd like to try, I'm certainly not going to say no, ha."

"I'd really like to try, Rachel. With you on top, if that would work. I like looking up at you like this."

"We can arrange that. I think I would love looking down at you while you are making me feel good."

"Thank you, Rachel. I'm never going to forget this afternoon, I swear."

Rachel moved up and placed her pussy over Julie's mouth.

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.”

At Holloway School for Young Women, Julie leaned over Professor Margaret Sullivan’s desk as instructed, awaiting her punishment.

Julie was no stranger to Professor Sullivan’s ruler’s sharp sting on her buttocks. In fact, she had come to desire it quite strongly.

And today, Julie had chosen to not wear panties to class, knowing she would misbehave to submit. She only hoped Professor Sullivan would punish her more severely for breaking dress code.

Then, in her fantasies at least, Professor would notice how wet her pussy was becoming with each thwack of the ruler. And punishment would turn into pleasure as she was lifted onto the desk and Professor Sullivan would procede to go down on her.

It was a fantasy much played out in her dorm room bed, fingers attacking her clit and pussy.

"You're my bestie, Georgie."

"You're my bestie, Clara."

"I think I want more."

"I know I want more."

"How much more?"

"All of it. You and me, naked in my bed, bodies entwined in all possible positions. Making each other feel good in all possible ways."

"Starting now?"