I slowly began removing my blouse, anticipation coursing through me like a runaway electric current. I was sitting on a bed with my two best friends, Marion and Shannon, who were both naked, and who smelled of raw girl-girl sex, as they'd just concluded an afternoon of lovemaking. Now they'd invited me to join, for my first real lesbian sex.
I was torn.
Ha ha, just kidding, actually I was anxious to make up for a lot of lost time. Having sex with another girl, feeling my body against another woman's. swimming in her taste and smell, was something I had secretly desired all of my life, but I'd always been afraid to follow my needs. I finished unbuttoning my blouse, getting caught in the fabric momentarily, in my haste to get naked. I finally got my arms out of the sleeves, and began unclasping my bra, when Shannon said, "Please, let me do that!"
She reached forward, and brought her lips to mine, taking me in her warm embrace. Her kiss was every bit as exciting as the first time, and I felt myself melting into her touch. Her arms went around my body, as my arms went around her neck. Her tongue slipped tartly between my lips, fucking me almost, I thought, as her fingers expertly lifted the hook and eye of my bra, and my full breasts tumbled out of the satin cups, to momentarily kiss her full breasts.
Both of our nipples were quite stiff, and I felt a strong tingle when her rough nipples pressed momentarily into mine. The roughness eased, when oozing milk from both of us coated the other's nipples and areola. I moaned, from the mingled sensation of her warm tongue fucking my mouth, our nipples and breasts dancing together, and the milky smell of our emissions mixing with the musky, hot smell of her pussy, and mine.
Shannon pulled away from me, and I felt a strong pang of disappointment at no longer having her sweet body pressing against mine, or her tongue teasing my mouth. "Don't pout, baby," Shannon cooed, "I want to get you completely naked." She smiled, and I smiled back, my heart racing in excitement. I couldn't take my eyes off her sweet, naked body.
Her blue eyes were sparkling with lust and eagerness, her long blonde hair cascaded over her smooth, unblemished shoulders. As she prepared to undress me further, her tongue was caught, so sweetly, between her teeth and lips, as she was lost in thought as to how she would strip me, and bare my own femininity. Her breasts were full, as she was a relatively new mother, as were Marion and I, and the fullness caused by her surplus of milk, caused her lovely breasts to hang a little lower than they might have ordinarily.
Her pink nipples were erect and excited, and each bore a full, swollen drop of her white milk, threatening to drop into her naked lap as she paused. I thought of the pleasure that chasing those sweet drops into her lap would be, and shivered with pleasure. Finally, Shannon decided her course of action. She gently pushed me onto my back, now topless, but still wearing my skirt and panties.
"Mommy's little baby needs changing, I think," she said, in a kind of baby talk voice, which I found somewhat sexy. "Baby is wet here," she said, her hand darting under my skirt, and brushing against the vee of my panties, which certainly were wet, though not with pee. "Baby has to be naked, then we'll change her."
Marion laughed softly. "Yes, baby's going to be changed when she leaves here," she said. I felt a quiver of pleasure pass through my clit at the sound of her voice. I wanted to let them do anything they wanted to do, so long as it brought me pleasure. Shannon briskly unbuttoned the top of my skirt, pulling it loose at my waist. Grasping it by the top, Shannon began shimmying the skirt down my legs, leaving me only in my panties, with a large wet spot revealing my own excitement and desire.
Marion moved herself up to my head as Shannon attended to my lower part. My sight was diverted to Marion's nudity, her full breasts literally dripping with milk above me. She lowered first, her right breast, the nipple entering my mouth, where I began to suck. Her milk easily squirted out against the roof of my mouth, the taste very similar to that of Shannon's and my own milk. My hand went to her breast, to hold and mold its lovely warmth and softness in my hands, feeling the essence of the physical aspect of motherhood. I caressed and stroked her breast, and she moaned above me, her own hands caressing my own full breasts in return. I could feel the leaking milk from my nipples running down my sides.
Meanwhile, Shannon's hands, fingers and then mouth, were addressing me in a much more sexual and lust-filled way. Her hands and fingertips stroked along my inner thighs, and along the confining elastic hems of my panties, coming so close to my sexual center, but never quite getting there to bring me to completion. My groaning filled the air, my hips raising up in an attempt to have her finally please me and sate my need.