Penny lay in the bathtub with the warm, soapy water caressing her body and soothing away the tightness in her muscles. For months now she had been in a state of inner frustration and turmoil about her sensual desires to make love with a woman, desires that had been building and becoming stronger with each passing day.
"I've been happily married for six years and have a three-year old daughter," Penny thought to herself, "and my husband and I have a very good sex life. Mark and I are even swingers who have enjoyed exchanging partners, so why have I been so disoriented about my sexuality and sexual desires? Why have I now at the age of thirty-seven become so bi-curious even beyond my encounters with women at swinger parties?"
Penny had no answers to her own questions. She was perplexed and anxious by it all, but as hard as she tried she just couldn't get the thought of making love with other women out of her mind. She was fixated on the very idea. The feelings and images played in her head over and over again. She often found herslf lookikng at women on the street and daydreaming about them. Penny even had dreams about other women and often awakened in the middle of the night feeling very wet between her legs. Sometimes she was so wet she had to get up and change her nightclothes that usually consisted of lightweight cotton pajamas that came to the middle of her thighs and a loose fitting, short sleeve top.
However, Penny's having very large breasts, 36 DD, made sleeping difficult without some kind of support, and yet she did not enjoy being encumbered by anything constricting or constraining on her breasts. In fact, during nights that were hot, she often preferred to sleep nude and enjoy total freedom. She did, however, often use a small pillow to support the weight of her large breasts while sleeping. This was Penny's one concession.
Penny's having very large breasts often had her admiring women having smaller breasts than she, not really small breasts but breasts around 34 C...a good hand and mouthful she often thought to herself. She thought these women looked so sexy, and they really turned her on in a most erotic way. She imagined touching their breasts, caressing them with her hands, tweaking their nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, licking their hard nipples with her tongue, and sucking on their nipples hungrily.
That was just the beginning of her growing lust for other women. Not only did Penny want to caress and suck on a woman's breasts, but she also thought how it might be to go down on a woman and taste pussy for the first time, really taste it. Up until then the only pussy she had tasted was her own that she often did when she masturbated during those times she was so horny she couldn't wait to make love with her husband Mark. She was very multi-orgasmic, so even if she did have several orgasms during the day, she could still be passionate in the evening if her husband wanted to make love, and she could still have orgasms. She didn't have to fake it simply because she had brought herself to orgasm during the day.
This day while she was soaking in the tub was just like other days when she thought of making love with a woman and have her teach her the art of Sapphic love. It seemed such a natural thing to Penny, and yet even though she was curious about having sex with another woman, she felt guilty when she thought of her husband. She thought he would feel as if he weren't man enough to satisfy her sexual needs if she turned to women for sexual satisfaction and enjoyment outside their swinging experiences. Going it on her own without him. She just didn't know.
Those were exactly the thoughts racing through Penny's mind while she drifted in and out of her dreamy water world as she soaked in her bubble bath. And even then Penny felt herself becoming hot between her legs, and she saw beneath the water line and soapy bubbles the outline of her upper breasts with her nipples semi-erect resting on top of her large, dark areolas that already had gooseflesh puckering round them.
"Oh, god," Penny sighed in a half-whisper. "What am I going to do? I'm so horny, horny enough to need to get myself off right now. To feel the power of my orgasms. The power of self love. Woman love."
Penny bit down gently on her lower lip as if to squelch the desire within herself, the burning desire she felt rising in her wet pussy. But by now it was too late to stop herself.
She brought her arms up to her full breasts and cupped them in her soapy hands, feeling their shape and weight and then sliding them forward until she had her hands around her hardenning, stiffening nipples that were beginning to rise up from her crimson areolas. Penny massaged herself with her slick, soapy hands, moving her fingers around the globes and pinching her nipples.
"Damn, that feels so bloody good," Penny said to herself. "So damn bloody good."
Penny softly rubbed the very tips of her anxious nipples with the pads of her fingertips, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body, and she felt them pucker to her touch. She felt this tingling all the way down between her legs, and in response, Penny slid her hands from her anxious breasts, down her full abdomen, and between her round thighs to her very thick, dark, hairy bush that she owed to her Greek heritage of which she was very proud. In fact, Penny's pubic mound was so covered with black hair she kept it trimmed on the sides where her creases between thighs and abdomen met, forming the erotic "V" of her womanhood.
Having reached her pubic forest, Penny slid her fingers thorugh it and touched her clit ever so gently with her fingertips, running circles around it and flicking her index finger back and forth over it, as one might strum a string on a guitar. And as a string on a guitar vibrates to the strumming of it by the finger or thumb, so, too, did Penny's clit vibrate with mounting sexual sensations.
"Ohhhhhhhh! That's divine. A gift from Aphrodite," sighed Penny. "How I love touching myself and making love to my pussy. Self love can be very fulfilling," she continued softly as if she were telling someone who was with her in the bathroom.
Penny even took her clit between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it softly, increasing the powerful sensatiions that now were demanding fulfillment from her. However, not wanting to cum just yet and end the passion she was feeling, Penny released her throbbing clit and slid her fingers down between her pussy lips that, too, were covered with heavy, black hair, separating them as she went towards her goal. She took her time. Penny was in no hurry just then. She wanted to tease and prolong her masturbating until she couldn't take any more of it and just had to get herself off.
The soapy water added to the silkiness of her flesh that released her own creamy lubricant from her pussy, and it felt heavenly. Therefore, Penny slowly moved her fingers closer and closer to her vagina until they came to the upper side of it. When she felt her fingers touch her sweet spot, she bent her knees and brought them up towards her breasts while at the same time she put her feet on the bottom of the bathtub. Penny then spread her long legs wide, thus exposing her womanhood to her searching fingers. This also spread the lips of her cunt and opened the portal to her vagina.
"Oh, yes. That's it," she sighed. "Open up for Mamma."
Penny slid her hand down until her fingertips were at the very centre of her womanhood, and with one smooth shove, she opened up her vagina and pushed in her index and middle fingers as far as they would go, leaving her thumb pointing up to her clit and her other two fingers resting on the outside of her pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Yessssssssss. I love that," Penny sighed. "I love feeling my fingers inside me. I love feeling how creamy my love canal is when I am so sexually aroused and working to get myself off."
