Erotic Deliriums 12a

Hello everyone. I'm Aida, 31 years old, married, tall and beautiful blonde. My neighbor and best friend is Zelda, 27 years old, married for a year.

We developed a great friendship and total complicity not only because we live next door to each other, our backyards are connected, so we are always seeing each other and talking.

Besides that, the main reason we became so close and have so many affinities is related to sex. Not the traditional, conventional, conjugal sex. I'm talking about another type of intimate relationship and pleasure.

The one I started with, liked and became addicted to.

Bisexuality, female homosexuality, adultery and, even more unthinkable and frightening, interracial submission.

I had some notion of all this, superficially, I heard comments, but they were things that referred to other people. I wasn't interested in them. Especially intercourse between partners of different ethnicities -- specifically, a white woman and a black man -- which is not an aberration, nor is it out of the ordinary or unusual, just a human relationship like any other, but it seemed strange to me, just that, a white woman wanting to kiss, lie down and open her legs for a black man to penetrate her and make her orgasm.

Until I got to know it up close. In fact, very close.

I practiced it.

Younger, more sensual, a fiery brunette, recently married and... eager to spread her legs.

Which I didn't know when I started dating her, as soon as she got married and moved into the house next door to mine.

I knew she was fiery, hot and sensual. Her clothes were always very short, tight, and low-cut. She rarely wore a bra, almost always without one. Her breasts were large, firm, and full of thick brown breasts.

I noticed that she rarely wore panties at home. And I noticed that she often went out like that on the street too. A few times when I went into her room in the morning, I saw the bed still unmade and her panties lying on the floor, a clear sign that she had had a night of fascinating sex with her husband, because when a married woman takes her panties off in bed, it is always to screw him (although in her case it wasn't always like that, only with her husband, as I quickly discovered).

But I said that the one responsible for me entering a new world of sex and pleasure was her, Zelda.

How did this happen?

It started just a few weeks after the couple moved in.

One afternoon, I crossed our backyard to talk to her for a while. The back door was always open and I went in.

That's when it all started.

I went in and didn't see Zelda. I called her, and she answered from the private part of the house.

"I'm here, in the shower, come on in!" she said, naturally, due to the good intimacy we already had.

I went over. The bathroom and shower doors were open. Zelda was standing in the shower, naked. A beautiful body, attractive, exciting. She's a woman who really pleases men. Her perky breasts, thick thighs, nice ass and pussy covered by a beautiful volume of straight, soft black hair.

I went into the bathroom and admired that beautiful woman, attractive even to women's eyes, especially the way she stood there, naked in the shower.

She smiled at me, and we immediately started talking like good friends, even though she was naked, washing herself.

Until, when the shower was over, before drying herself, she put her hand between her legs and started to caress herself there.

I was startled. Zelda was masturbating. In front of me. Her hand and fingers ran all over her slit, she skillfully massaged her pussy and made gestures, contortions of her body and mimed pleasure and enjoyment.

Seeing my surprise, she asked mischievously, "What's wrong, dear friend? Don't you masturbate too?"

"Oohh, no. No. I don't do that," I said with an impulse and tone of voice that showed my lack of contact with that practice so banal and common, mainly among men, but especially among modern women.

"Have you never masturbated?" she asked, now surprised, without stopping what she was doing, still naked in the shower, with her hand moving between her legs.

"No, no, I've never done that," I answered honestly.

"Fuck! A beautiful 31-year-old woman doesn't stimulate her sex? Doesn't use her hands? Hasn't she ever used dildos?"

"Oohh, definitely not," I said as if it were something natural.

"And how do you relieve yourself, then?" she also said as if the opposite, a woman masturbating, was something banal and common.

"I have my husband, just like you do. I always have fun in bed with him," I answered, showing my total naivety and erotic limitations.

"That's not enough, it's not enough! Beautiful women like us have to have other sources of pleasure, to enjoy all that are possible," she said. Without me understanding yet the scope of what she was saying and where it would lead us, leading me to a sexual lifestyle of unbridled pleasure.

After cumming, having two intense orgasms right there in front of me, Zelda grabbed a soft, fluffy towel and dried herself.

Without getting dressed, she placed her hand on her juicy, full-lipped pussy again and said to me, "Look, we have this here, we are born and live with this exciting grotto between our legs and it is the source of 90% of our pleasures. A cavity that becomes pure delight for us, for men and for other women too."

"F.. for ... others ... women?", my surprise was genuine, although, of course, I knew very well what lesbianism was. But between knowing intellectually and hearing another woman, a married friend, associate a woman with the pleasure of another woman's pussy, the emotional impact is enormous.

That was what was happening. Inexperienced, as I said -- until then I was just a wife, a married woman, my husband's lover, my only form of sex -- I saw my friend, also married, masturbating in front of me, talking about the pleasures of the pussy for men and women.

"Weel, dear Aida, you don't know what it's like for a woman to feel and taste another woman's pussy", she continued, emphasizing the erotic detail. "Indeed, I don't know. I've never... thought about it", I said, always being sincere.

"It's always time to start. Come here, come a little closer", she said.

I took two steps forward, our bodies very close. Zelda took my hand and placed it between her legs. Right over her pussy.

I shuddered. I had never touched a female's sex. And felt a mixture of fear and pleasure. My first transgression.

"Do you think this is dirty?" she asked, observing my reaction.

"Oohh, no! It's different, a bit of audacity, but not a sin, nor dirty", I admitted, because although I am unfamiliar with sexual varieties, I am not a prejudiced woman.

"What are you feeling, then?"

"Weel, it is certainly pleasant. Very pleasant. Your pussy is soft, warm, I have never felt one, but I am enjoying it", I said softly and in a low tone.

"Yours is too. So you realize how much this sensual slit can and should give us pleasure", she replied. And immediately went from the intimate and unseemly dialogue to action.

"Let's go to my room, to bed, I'm going to fuck you", Zelda said with conviction, holding my hands, her eyes shining with desire.

"Fu ... fu ... fuck!? But ... you ... don't ... don't... have ...!", I stammered, scared.

"Cock? Is that it?", she asked, smiling.

"Yes, yes, no ... well ... how ...?", I continued to stutter. I was astonished. I had come to visit a friend to talk. She was naked. She masturbated in front of me. And after talking about sex between women, she invited me to bed.

"You'll see, love. I really don't have a penis like men, but you'll be surprised at how much pleasure one pussy can give another", Zelda explained, as she softly and gently led me to the bedroom.

Naked, she hugged me and kissed me on the mouth. A hot kiss. Ardent. Sensual. Our tongues entwined.

I felt her unzip my dress at the back. And she took it off. I was only wearing a white bra and panties, in front of my naked friend.

For a short time. She also took off my bra and panties. We were both naked. My breasts were smaller, but equally firm, with delicate pink nipples, in contrast to hers, which were dark brown. Our sensual curves, well-shaped thighs. My pussy with a few blond hairs, hers with a beautiful black bulge between her legs.

Zelda held my firm breasts with both hands. She squeezed them, caressed, massaged. Brought her mouth close and sucked my breasts sensitive and excited.

I was excited, cumming, all wet.

She gave me her breasts too, to me suck. I put my mouth on those beautiful, firm breasts and, just as she had done with me, I sucked and sucked on her full breasts, licked and kissed her thick, dark nipples. Zelda moaned.

We lay down on the bed.

She spread my legs, put her face between them and gave me the first oral sex of my life. She ate my pussy, licking the inside of my slit, nibbling, sucking and massaging my clitoris, making me cum even more.

"This is as good as sex with a man," she said.

I agreed. As good or even better. A woman eating my pussy was being an incredibly gratifying turn-on.

She skillfully turned her body until her pussy was in front of my mouth, without stopping to suck mine.

We were in Zelda's bed, naked, one with the cunt in the mouth to the other.

We did what is vulgarly called a sixty-nine. Two women coupled in opposite directions. One eating the other's pussy.

I saw it up close and stuck my lips and tongue in a woman's cunt for the first time. And discovered and enjoyed the taste of pussy. Hot, moist.

With an exotic detail: Zelda has a very prominent clitoris, almost half an inch. That I managed to put in my mouth and suck.

She writhed and moaned a lot, that's our most sensitive part of the body.

We both came, had orgasms, got our mouths really wet. And we swallowed each other's fluids.

Zelda adjusted her position again, lying on top of me, face to face. And like a man, with the only difference being that she didn't have a dick, she kissed me, hugged me and placed her charming, juicy pussy on mine, rubbing it vigorously. Our slits came together, our clitorises rubbed against each other, causing each other great pleasure through the union of the sexes.

Cuddled, naked, we lay down with our bodies joined, rubbing our pussies.

Zelda kissed me and forced her pussy against mine, pounding vigorously, as if she were a man. We were both cumming. Cumming a lot.

How could two beings with the same anatomies, without a dick, fuck so well and give each other so much pleasure? The answer was there. Zelda was not a man, a male. It was a woman who fucked me.

A woman-on-woman sexual relationship that lasted forty delicious and intense minutes. We both came and had several orgasms, with the pussies hot and wet. Both with the cunts excited and moist.

It was an afternoon in which I experimented and came not with a cock, but with another female.

That's how Zelda fucked me. A woman had sex with me for the first time.

After the splendid sexual act, between two women, we stood up, without clothes.

She kissed me affectionately while we got dressed. Facing each other, we put on our panties, bras, and dresses, in a camaraderie and complicity that were now definitive and permanent.

A sexual act, the first homosexuality of my life, that sealed our union.

And we went to have tea. A delicious tea, chatting animatedly like good friends.

An afternoon that marked my initiation into lesbianism.

Other initiations would come, I was now also a fiery girl and Zelda had much, much more to teach me. And not just with women. So, don't leave here. The adventure continues. Suggestions and fantasies are welcome.