Klaire got out of the shower and sat down at her computer in her towel and typed 'pussy' in the search bar and selected 'images.' Her boyfriend Mark was at work and wouldn't be home for hours so she felt safe that nobody would find out.
The search results flashed up on the screen, row after row of juicy pussies. Klaire scrolled down taking in the sites; some slits covered in bushy hair, others completely bare with the clit hanging out, others with fingers poked inside, pulling apart the puffy outer lips revealing their hole. She shuddered and licked her lips.
Klaire had never felt attracted to women and still didn't but lately she had felt really turned on by the thought of women's V's.
She clicked onto one of the pictures, making it fill the screen, a hairless fat lipped pussy, slightly open and looking very juicy. Klaire got butterflies in her stomach and her clit began to throb. She pressed her face against the photograph. It looked so good she could almost smell it and she really wanted to taste it.
The juice started trickling down her kitty. Klaire took off her wet towel and arranged it in a ball on the chair. She lowered herself over it so that the very wet part of material that had been against her back, catching the drips from her hair, was now right between her legs. She gripped the front of the chair and rocked herself against the towel's wet patch as she studied the pussy on the screen and imagined she was licking it. The wet towel slapping off her clitoris as she moved back and forth, imagining this was the tongue of the woman she was licking.
Klaire's ass was bobbing up and down fast, her face red, holding her breath as she banged her clit off the towel. She started panting and growled "lick..... my...... pussy," as she reached orgasm she slowed down her movements while it subsided and then quickly put on her dressing gown and turned off the computer.
After lunch Klaire could not get the images out of her head, she wanted to feel her pussy pressed against another one and looked all over the kitchen for something that she could rub herself on that would feel like the real thing. She didn't want something inside her she wanted clitoral stimulation, as if two vaginas were rubbing together.
She opened the fridge and saw the two skinless chicken breast fillets for dinner that night, oh well I can always make something else, she thought. She ran the chicken breast under the tap water and then slapped it onto a cushion from the sofa in the centre of the room; she knelt down on to the floor straddling the cushion and eased her throbbing mound down onto the meat.
"Oh my gosh" she gasped, it felt wet and sticky like a real woman, she instantly started thrusting herself against it, sliding her clit back and forth, gripping her nails into the carpet, her big ass shooting backwards and forwards, grunting loudly. After a few thuds against the meat she came and then quickly composed herself and threw the chicken out.
All that day was the same, every opportunity she got she rubbed her slit against anything that provided stability for her to rub hard onto.
That night in bed Mark made a move on her, Klaire pulled away from him and said "no, I'm really tired tonight," Mark rolled over in a huff and went to sleep
Klaire lay with her eyes open thinking about her new obsession and what she was going to do about it.
She thought about women she knew who would be willing to play her naughty games, most women in these situations usually experimented with their best friend but she couldn't imagine doing that with Sally, Sally would fuck anybody. Klaire wanted somebody fresh, pretty and innocent to lick. There was Dawn, she thought, anytime they had a night out Dawn always got frisky with the ladies. Dawn was a classy lady with long dark hair and huge tits.
Klaire decided that she would say something flirty at the underwear party at Dawn's house on the weekend and see what happened, but she had to make sure she could trust Dawn because she could not chance Mark finding out.
On the day of the party Klaire pampered herself, waxed off all her body hair, leaving a mound of flesh between her legs, she knew that they would be trying underwear on before they bought anything and so wanted to look perfect.
She pulled on some shorts and a strappy top, finished glossing her lips and curled her long blonde hair.
Mark drove her to the party and as she climbed out of the car, he slapped her ass and said "behave yourself."
In the party the women giggled at the outrageous underwear items on the rail as they knocked back glasses of wine, giggled about men and dared each other to try on revealing underwear.
Klaire drank almost a whole bottle of wine to herself and then when Dawn threw a pair of crotchless panties and a peep hole bra at her, she ran to the bedroom giggling to try them on. Klaire put the clothes on and sat on the bed, the room was slightly spinning from the wine. The door burst open and Dawn shouted "come on, we are waiting for you to model......."
Dawn stopped and admired the view, Klaire was perching on the edge of the bed with her legs slightly apart, her pussy sitting on full show through the hole in centre of the panties, the lacy bra holding her tits up high and exposing the whole nipple area.
Klaire could see Dawn eyeing over her body but she pretended she was too drunk to notice, even though her pussy was now making a wet patch on the bed thinking of what she wanted to happen now.
Dawn walked over to her and kissed her on the head.
