Beach Life Lez

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?"

“How awesome are we together, Annie?”

“So far today, Gretchen? I’d say about four orgasms awesome.”

“And that was just with our fingers and mouths. God, now your feeldoe is doing some magical work.”

“Let’s take this round nice and slow. Right now I feel like I could fuck you forver.”

Wei Yun watched Coach Becky with undying devotion as she finished running practice. She would stay late, later than her other teammates. Then she would head to the lockerroom.

She undressed and entered the shower room. One shower was running. Coach Becky was standing under it, her marvelously sculpted body fully on display. This view always took Wei Yun’s breath away just a little bit.

“There you are. Extra free throws?”

“Yes, Coach Becky. I wanted to ensure…”

“That we’d be alone?”

“Yes, Coach Becky. I crave our alone time.”

“As do I. As you have come to know. Tell me—what to you crave today, Wei Yun?”

“I crave to be on my knees for you. Always.”

“You have learned my needs well. Come, then. I'm ready to satisfy your cravings.”

Wei Yun went to Coach Becky. Coach Becky kissed her hard on the lips. She broke off the kiss and pointed to the floor. Wei Yun went to her knees and looked up adoringly.

“Thank you, Coach Becky. I will not disappoint.”

Giselle’s final thoughts (although she don’t know at the time they were her final thoughts) centered on having not yet being given the opportunity to please her partner for the evening. She had received three oral orgasms and had not even seen the other women naked.

It was as if Vampiress Ilsa had read her mind.

“Don’t worry, mon cherie, you will be pleasing me in a very special way.”

“It’s so good to be back with you like this, Ariana.”

“I know, Rebekah. My body misses yours when we’re apart.”

“They were seemingly made to be together, weren’t they?”

“The first time my breasts brushed against yours, I knew I’d found a woman I’d always want to be able be close to.”

“Husbands be damned.”

“Yes, they would never understand, but us, this, now…this is pure happiness for me.”

“We need to find more conferences to attend together, ha.”

Back in the day at the company picnic, secretaries Dotty and Mary Jane played it cool, broadcasting the “single working girls” vibe to everyone there.

Little did anyone know, after the picnic, they’d be sharing the “torrid lesbians” vibe back in Dotty’s apartment. Picnic frocks shed, they would luxuriate, naked, in Dotty’s big comfy bed.

They were a good match in the bedroom. Dotty was more demanding; Mary Jane was happy to follow Dotty’s lead.

Today, Dotty had them playing a little game of “Which Wife Would We Want?” They perused all the straight 1950s housewives and whispered to each other who they’d love to share Dotty’s bed with.

They settled on Louise Larsen, a petite blonde who just radiated clean wholesomeness. Dotty kicked the game up a notch.

“When you’re going down on me later, I’m going to call you Louise.”

“You are not. Are you?”

“Yes, indeed, I am. Perky little Louise is coming to bed with us tonight whether she knows it or not.”

“Dotty, you are just the most wicked.”

“Yes I am, and you love me for it. Don’t deny it.”

“I can’t; I truly can’t. OK, tonight, I’ll be Louise for you.”

"Don't act all surprised, Lauren."

"Samantha, you just told my boyfriend we were going up to your room so that you could go down on me. What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I can sex you up better than any guy can and I'm going to prove it to you, again, tonight. You're here with me and not downstairs with him, so you must want this, too."

"Well, yah, I love how you love me. But that was a little harsh."

"I wanted to be naked with you; I didn't want to wait, so I went for it. Babe, I'm going to treat you so good tonight, starting with those cute titties popping through that dress. You're going to feel better than you ever have, I promise. Admit it; your panties are getting wet thinking about what I'm going to do."

"You're so bad."

"And you love it."

"Yes, you're right, I do. And my panties are soaked. Take me upstairs and take me."