My name is Sarah, I had just turned nineteen last July when the only boyfriend I'd ever had dumped me out of the blue. Turned out he was seeing someone else behind my back. Bastard!
This put me in a bit of a funk and to stop myself thinking about it I threw myself into my studies. I was as busy as I wanted to be working on my degree so four months passed without me really realising.
I was well ahead of my studies by now and had, pretty much, gotten over being dumped. So, when a study group friend of mine asked me if I wanted to go to the movies I jumped at the chance. Her name was Venetia Jackson and we became firm friends. We didn't drink often but went to the movies a lot and studied together all the time.
One weekend she was going back to her parents for the weekend and she invited me along. Knowing that I'd be kicking my heels at university without her I went. I was pleased I did. Her parents were very friendly and made me feel right at home. They were much younger than my parents, probably early forties I thought. Like me, Venetia was an only child, maybe that's why we got along so well.
We had arrived late after a long train journey and after introductions we sat down to a late supper. Her parents, particularly her father were excellent company. He told me story after story of Venetia's childhood. Much to my delight; and her embarrassment.
It was midnight before Venetia showed me to my room and said she'd see me in the morning.
I slept like a log and woke up feeling very refreshed. I grabbed my wash bag and the towel that had been put out for me and went off in search of a shower. The first door I tried was a cupboard. I opened the second just enough to see it wasn't the bath room but Venetia's parent's bedroom. On the bed was a flat out Mr Jackson, naked! Mrs Jackson was sucking his cock and my god, what a cock, it was HUGE! I managed to shut the door without being noticed. Stunned by what I had seen I was VERY careful opening doors until I found the bath room and locked myself in. If they had seen me looking it would've been so embarrassing, I'm sure I would've died on the spot. I took off my nightie and got in the shower. It felt good. I lathered up my shoulder length brown hair and lavender bubbles caressed my body. Still thinking about how close I'd come to a major embarrassment I started to think about Mr Jackson's cock. I had never seen a black man's cock before. Sure I'd heard they were bigger than white men's cocks but this was ridiculous! It must have been twice as long and twice as thick as my previous boyfriend's cock. I wondered what it must be like to suck such a cock. I started to run my soapy hand over my pussy and realised I was as horny as I had ever been. My fingers caressed my clitoris as I thought more and more of that breath taking cock, imagining my mouth stretched around it, imagining that huge black cock exploding cum in my mouth. I slipped one finger into my pussy, then two as I imagined what it would be like to have that huge black cock thrusting into my tight, now soaking wet, pussy.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Breakfast is ready. Are you going to be long?" Asked Venetia; after knocking on the door.
This stunned me back to reality with a thud.
"No," I answered "Two minutes."
I rinsed my hair quickly, towelled it and the rest of me dry, wrapped a towel around me and headed for my room. I'd selected a pretty summer dress for the day, light blue with blue and yellow flowers around the neck and hem. I had matching blue bra and cotton panties that each had a tiny yellow bow at the front. I felt very pretty as I padded out to dining room where breakfast was to be served.
Mr and Mrs Jackson were sat at the table chatting and I managed to exchange greetings without making eye contact with either of them. Plans were made for the day. Venetia's parents were spending most of the day shopping and we were going to chill out by the small pool they had in the back garden. It was a lovely day and it was ages since I'd been in the sun.
After breakfast, Mr and Mrs Jackson left to go shopping, we went to change into our swimsuits. I hadn't bought one with me so Venetia lent me an all in one as she only had one bikini. By the pool we lay out three huge beachtowels and lay down. Fortunately Venetia had some sun cream as my pale skin easily burns in the sun. She put the cream on her face and gave the tube to me. I am always really careful in the sun so I really lather up, face, legs, arms, everywhere. Venetia asked if I wanted her to do my back. I said "Yes please." and lay down on my front.
"Shall I roll down your swimsuit a bit so it doesn't get cream on?"
"OK." I said
I didn't realise just how far she was going to roll it down though and was a little surprised when she rolled it down nearly to my bottom. Mind you it felt lovely as she massaged the cream into my back and shoulders.
"That feels lovely." I said.
"You've got beautiful skin."
"Why thank you," I said. Then, thinking out loud really, I said "I'll have to put cream on my front now."
Venetia said "I'll do it. It'll be easier for me."
I was a little startled but thought that we had seen each other plenty of times in just our panties as we had got dressed before we went out, swapping clothes and the like. So I turned over and Venetia put a big dollop of sun cream on my tummy. I yelped as it was cold.
"Sorry." Said Venetia and she started rubbing it in. Soon she was gently massaging the cream over my breasts. I could feel myself going bright red with embarrassment; I didn't know where to look.
"You've got lovely breasts." Said Venetia.
"Not as big as yours." I blurted out; not really knowing what to say or do.
Venetia carried on caressing my breasts, I closed my eyes. It felt lovely and realised I was getting turned on, really turned on. I opened my eyes and imagined that those black hands on my breasts weren't Venetia's but her father's. I felt a jolt in my pussy.
Venetia lay next to me and said "If we kiss, it doesn't make us lesbians, does it? Surely; just curious."
I rolled onto my side to face her. Our lips were only inches apart. Slowly we got closer and closer until our lips touched. It felt electric. We kissed properly, gently, yet passionately. We kissed for ages it seemed, neither of us knowing what to do next. It was Venetia that made the first move. Breaking off our kiss she trailed her lips down my neck and on to my breasts. I rolled back onto my back and a moan escaped involuntarily from my mouth. I couldn't believe what was happening. Her lips and tongue were caressing my nipples, it felt amazing. Soon her hand traced down my body and started caressing my pussy through my swimming costume. My pussy reacted like it had a mind of its own and thrust itself against her gentle fingers. I think Venetia took this as some kind of sign and slowly started slipping off my swimsuit. I lifted my hips obligingly and soon I lay naked before my best friend, legs apart with my pussy completely exposed. I wondered what it would be like to be in such a vulnerable position with her father. His cock hard and huge, me powerless with my pussy, tight, wet and quivering with anticipation. Venetia took off her bikini top and bottoms and started kissing her way up my pale thighs. I closed my eyes and pretended it was her father doing the kissing. Soon she was caressing my clitoris and my pussy was soaking. I couldn't believe that my best friend, a female friend, was about to make me cum. But she was and I came like the proverbial train.
"Ohhhhhhhh, that's so beautiful, yes, don't ever stop, OHHHHHHHHHH! Yes, yes, OHHHHHHHHHHH, YES! YES! YES! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! YES!"
It was beautiful, gentle and was definitely the longest orgasm I'd ever had. Soon we were kissing again, passionately. Our bodies intertwined sexily against each other, very slippery with all the sun cream. I felt the urge to kiss Venetia's breasts,. They were two sizes bigger than mine, she was a 34 C and I was a 32 A. I had previously felt like a little girl next to her when we had been semi naked before. But now, with her moaning and writhing beneath me I felt empowered. Confidence growing I kissed down her flat tummy and started running my tongue up and down her labia. Her pussy was very wet and I soon found her clitoris. I was desperate to make her orgasm as wonderful as mine had been; if not better. I pushed two fingers into her grateful pussy. Her head tipped back as she moaned deeply.
"Mmmmmmm."
I kept caressing her clitoris with my tongue as I slipped my fingers in and out of her tight pussy, in and out, in and out, in and out. Soon she was cumming and I felt a rush of wetness as the orgasm shook her trembling body.
"OMIGOD, Ohhhhhhhhhh, yes, yes, yes, don't stop, I'm cuuuuummming!"
I kissed my way up her body. We kissed and lay down silently. Neither person knowing what to say. Eventually, and just before the silence became uncomfortable, Venetia said
"That was beautiful, thank you."
"It was beautiful." I said
"It doesn't make us lesbians, does it?" Venetia said.
"No, just curious." I said, not wanting to tell her that I was thinking of her father with his huge cock throughout most of what we had just done together.
We spent the next couple of hours messing about in the pool having put our swim suits back on as we weren't sure when her parents were going to return. I think we also put our swim suits on because we were a little embarrassed about what we had done and didn't know what it meant or how it would affect our relationship.
By the time Venetia's parents had returned we had showered, separately, and were dressed. I'd put on a white sun dress that finally didn't make me look anaemic now that I had some colour on me from the sun. I also had on matching white bra and cotton panties, each of which had a tiny blue bow on the front. I felt pretty and, after the afternoon's shenanigans, sexy.
Over lunch Mrs Jackson told us that she had organised a surprise for the pair of us. She seemed very pleased with herself as she announced that she had booked us onto an afternoon long horse riding trek. Apparently Venetia and her mother used to go riding all the time when Venetia was younger. Venetia was very excited when we heard the news. I knew I was going to disappoint her but I had no choice.
"I am allergic to horses," I said, "really allergic. I can't go within ten minutes of them."
"We can't go then." Venetia said, clearly disappointed.
