This story is based on actual events. It is taken from my journal.
I rented a beach house on west Galveston Island in late September and invited three of my female friends for a four day stay. The first to arrive was Teri who drove down from Dallas. Teri is about 10 years older than I, about my height, slightly heavier, with dark brown hair. I met Teri on the internet in a bicurious chat room. Teri is divorced from an abusive husband. We have been together on two previous occasions.
Soon, Karen and Teresa arrived. They had ridden together in Karen’s car. Karen, Teresa, and I have worked together but have never been together sexually. Karen and I have discussed her jerk of a husband and she has suggested that she would like to try sex with a female. Teresa is married, the youngest of the group, and quite inhibited emotionally.
Karen is quite short, athletically built, with red hair and freckles. Teresa is about my height, trim, big breasts, and light brown hair.
We were all tired from traveling, so we went into Galveston to eat dinner at Clary’s, a famous seafood restaurant. We had great food and much wine; so, when we returned to the beach house, we were sleepy and soon went to bed. Teri and I slept together on a double bed. Karen and Teresa slept on bunk beds in the other bedroom. Teri and I cuddled for a while but both fell asleep quickly.
Monday morning, Teresa was up early and cooked a huge breakfast of ham, eggs, hash browns, juice, coffee, and fruit. We were all wearing rather skimpy swim suits. I was particularly taken by Teresa’s large, sexy breasts.
After breakfast, we went to the beach, set up our shelter, rubbed sun block on each other, and swam in the surf or lay in the sun or in the shade of the shelter.
Monday night, we cooked dinner, and after we finished eating, we sat around talking. The topic soon turned to sex and our relationships. Since her divorce, Teri had not been sexual with anyone but me. Karen was aware of our relationship, but Teresa seemed surprised. Karen revealed that her once very active sex life had degenerated into once a week hand job or oral sex on her husband followed by her going to another bedroom and masturbating to orgasm. Her husband was “just too lazy to fuck her,” she said.
Teresa sat quietly for a while and then began softly crying. She revealed that she had never had an orgasm and that her husband’s idea of sex was to “fuck her between her tits for a while and then jack off and cum on the outside of her pussy.” She said that in their almost two years of marriage that her husband had not allowed penetrative sex but about ten times. He shamed her and called her a slut for wanting sex.
We all gathered around Teresa to comfort her. Soon, our hugs became more and, more intimate. I removed my top and Teri began to caress my breasts. Teresa began to hug Karen who responded by massaging Teresa’s buttocks. Karen gradually moved her hands under Teresa’s swim suit bottom and gently ministered her healing touch to Teresa’s clit and cunt.
Teresa at first resisted, but soon began to move and sigh as Karen used her woman’s touch on just the right places in just the right way. Teri unhooked Teresa’s bra and began a sensual kneading of her breasts.
Overcome by the love I felt for these friends, I began to cry while trying to hug them all.
Teresa was obviously very stimulated and needed release. I suggested to Karen that she turn Teresa onto her back and do her orally. As Teresa turned over and spread her thighs, Karen began gently, and then more forcefully, to suck and lick her clit. Teresa’s breathing became s series of high pitched squeaks as she reached her peak of ecstasy. Suddenly, Teresa began to grunt and hump uncontrollably, saying, “My God! What is it! What’s happening?!” When she finally came down to earth, we all began shedding tears of joy in celebration of Teresa’s first orgasm.
By then, I was so turned on that I grabbed Teri and began humping her thigh. Karen hugged Teresa and guided Teresa’s hand to her pussy. Teresa began to repay her debt to Karen by going down on Karen’s pussy and giving oral sex as though she was an old pro instead of a “virgin.”
By then, Teri and I had managed to lie pussy to pussy, cunt to cunt, and were humping each other like insatiable animals. In a wonderful explosion, we climaxed at the same time, moaning and groaning loudly. Our orgasms pushed Karen over the edge. Her moans joined ours.
Later, as we lay on the beach staring at the stars, we wondered what tomorrow would bring.
Teresa’s Awakening
Tuesday morning I eased out of bed just as first light appeared in the east. As my eyes adjusted to the soft pre-dawn glow from the windows, I saw Teresa and Karen, both naked, asleep on the futon in the living room. Teresa lay on her back, legs slightly spread, exposing her tuft of pubic hair. Beside her, Karen slept on her side, her head resting between Teresa’s ample breasts. The contrast between Karen’s almost boyish figure and Teresa’s definitely feminine form was both striking and erotic.
I quietly moved to the bathroom to relieve my bladder. As I was finishing, Karen entered the bathroom and sat down on the stool by the mirror. She sighed and said, “Teresa needs our love and help to deal with some serious inhibitions. If we don’t help her deal with her issues, she’ll leave here and go home today.”
I got off the toilet and Karen took the seat and relieved her self. “Teresa is so up tight about her body that she won’t pee if she thinks anyone might hear. As for taking a dump, she says she can’t at any place but home or in the complete privacy of a motel room. Her mother taught her that all bodily functions are nasty, sex included. Her letting go and getting an orgasm last night was a major step for her, but you watch, she won’t pee until we’re all gone outside, or she’ll run to the beach and get into the water before we get there. As for the other, she told me she’s gone for almost a week without a bowel movement because she can’t do it in someone else’s bathroom. I’ll also bet five dollars that she apologizes for the way she behaved last night.”
We went into the kitchen and, as we were getting breakfast together, Teresa shouted that she was headed for the beach. Karen ran after her and asked her to wait a few minutes so we could go together. Teresa came back inside and stood with her legs crossed in the kitchen door waiting impatiently.
Karen asked, “Do you need to pee?”
Teresa replied that she was just anxious to go to the beach.
Karen handed her a cup of coffee and we all sat down at the table. Soon, Teresa was crossing her legs and squirming, obviously needing to pee. Karen told Teresa that it was obvious that she needed to pee. Teresa looked away and told Karen to mind her own business. Karen reminded Teresa that we all had seen her orgasm last night and that peeing was not nearly as intimate as sex.
Again, Teresa began crying. Karen went to her and gently helped her up and walked her to the bathroom. Karen pulled Teresa’s swim suit bottom down, sat her down on the toilet seat, and said, “Pee for Karen. Let me see that golden stream. ”
