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Lesbian Stories – 21 But Growing Up Fast

It all happened in our town starting at ?? Years of age

Well I am 21 now, and I had to sit down and tell someone about my past few years,
it seems like a dream, a nice dream.

I am 5ft 10in tall, I have a lovely figure 36B cup and a size 12, in good shape, and when this story starts I had long shoulder slightly blond hair, however now with highlights I am very blond, after all, they say the boys like blonds….
It started many years ago when I first had my periods, and found out about what makes a girl work inside and outside. I discovered that lovely feeling one got from massaging between my legs in my private place; I soon mastered it to get this terrific sensation and explosion between my legs and deep inside my cunt, I always enjoyed it so much, unlike a lot of girls I masturbated quite often, I used to do it in the shower, in the bath, in bed, in fact some really queer places.

I soon found out about boys and the reason for that thing that hung between their legs, I first thought it was so ugly, and found it hard to understand. I was about 15 before I first felt it against me all hard, we were dancing at a school dance, and he was hard against me, I liked him a lot and we had been sort of chasing each other for ages. It made me all excited and when he offered to walk me home I accepted eagerly. We went walking home together and soon stopped in a quite place in the nearby park and kissed, We both got excited and he touched me on my breasts as he kissed me, and then after a while his hand went down to my cunt and it was so nice, I needed that feeling again by then

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Lesbian Stories – A Wrong Email Address

Sarah sat at her desk bored and ready for the day to be over, she muddled around trying to look busy but had nothing to do. As the clock seemed to slow down she decided to check her email for the thousand time in the last hour, hoping for something interesting. Only one new message and it had no title and she didn’t know the sender. Secretly hoping it would have a virus that would shut down the entire office for days, forcing them to take time off, she opened the email as her mind wondered off to what she would do with the extra time. She snapped back to reality as a photo of a woman in almost nothing appeared on the screen. This mystery woman was sitting with her legs spread touching her flat stomach and sucking on one finger. Sarah stared at the sexy women wearing a hot pink bra with black ruffles and matching panties that connected to pink plaid thigh highs and bright stiletto pumps. Her figure was perfect; a bit of jealousy went threw Sarah as she admired her skinny toned thighs and big firm breast. She had light drown hair and deep green eyes. Sarah almost forgot she was working as she looked at every detail of the picture, wondering where she had bought her shoes, what type of make up she wore. Before long she was wondering what this women smelled like, how soft her hands would feel, and if she was into girls. Sarah’s mind flooded with college memories and all the experimenting. She was pulled back from dream land as someone cleared their throat, ” huuhumm, if you aren’t too busy, I need you to look something up for me.” Sarah hurried and minimized the email and looked up at one of her co-workers. At least it wasn’t her boss; the guy gave her a sly smile and a folder with instructions. As soon as he left she opened the email again, the caption read, “can’t wait till you get home.” She was instantly excited and could feel her pussy warming up, but she had no idea who this was and she hadn’t been with a women in more then ten years.

As she walked down the hall to find some help on this last minute job she had been given she purposefully pulled her skirt up a bit and undid a button on her blouse. As she enter a cubical she tapped her little work slave on the shoulder. Leaning over and squeezing her breast together she said, “Don, I need some help on this little job, could you be the one that gets me what I need?” saying the last bit slow with a girlish grin on her face. She knew of course he would take the job, do it better and faster then she could, and give her all the credit. Being a sexy woman had its perks. She stopped by the ad department to borrow a digital camera so she could reply to the email. After checking all the stalls in the bathroom she stripped her suit jacket and skirt off, not having any sexy undies she decided to be completely naked. She loved showing off her body and as the air made her nipples grow and a little chicken skin pop out on her arms she felt her lips swell and tingle. “Damn I wish I had my little vibrator,” she thought to herself. She picked a sexy pose in the mirror and took the picture. She then returned the camera and hurried back to her desk with the memory card. As she looked at herself on her computer she slid her hand down to her crouch and lightly rubbed her wet pussy, sliding the lips together just below the clit. Being careful not to get too excited, yet. She was a little worried that the picture would be a little trashy compared the shot she had received, but with little resources she hoped that who ever would receive it would be pleased. Along with the picture she wrote, “I don’t know who you are or who this email was for, but seeing as how I got it, I will be the one you are waiting for, met me at this address…” After she sent it, she realized it had been more then ten years since she had been with a women, luckily she had just been waxed and been tanning, so she didn’t have to worry about the way she looked. She figured it was more likely that she wouldn’t get a reply, but the thinking about this sexy lady looking at her naked body, getting turned on by her small breast and shinny pussy made Sarah extremely horny. She gently pinched her nipple and rubbed her clit threw her cloths, which sent little waves of pleasure sending her farther into her fantasy. Just before she left work she got an email, in this picture the sexy brunette was wearing nothing but a strap on dildo. This time the message was a bit longer, “that email wasn’t for you bitch, but seeing your hot cunt makes me want to fuck your every hole, you better follow threw and met me, my wet pussy needs to be cleaned up!” Sarah was startled by the tone of the message, but couldn’t help but feel a throb in her pussy. She wondered who was supposed to receive the message and thought how unlucky for them that they had not.

She left work and headed straight for the hotel were they were suppose to met, she waited in the lobby touching herself whenever no one was looking. Desire filled her every thought, she couldn’t wait to met this sexy lady and get fucked by her. As she entered the hotel she looked straight at Sarah, she walked slowly making sure to show off her sexy smooth legs, long and toned. The little skirt she wore barely covered her panties and Sarah couldn’t take her eyes away, as she moved her gaze up she met eyes with her and smiled. “Hi, I’m Jess thanks for the email.” Sarah was a little disappointed that she hadn’t had something more dirty and forceful to say, but smiled back and replied, “no thank you, are you ready?” They got a room and didn’t say another word as they made their way to it. When the door closed Sarah asked who the email was for. Jess said, ” I only have 1 hour, so lets find something better to do with that mouth.” Sarah’s pussy jumped back to life at the forceful nature, but not one to just roll over replied, “listen you dirty cunt, I will decide what I do with this mouth after you prove your worth it.” Jess smiled, moved over and kissed Sarah softly, barely brushing her lips against hers. Sarah’s body exploded with sensation, she was so wet so ready to get the pleasure she knew was coming. She put one hand around Jess’s skinny waist and the other in her hair and pulled her close. Squishing their mouths together and slipping her tongue into her mouth. “Umm,” Jess moaned as she pushed her hips into Sarah. Hands roamed all over each other bodies as tongues danced and twisted together. Jess undid Sarah’s shirt and pulled her skirt off leaving her in flesh toned underwear. Sarah quickly returned the favor, but Jess was wearing the lingerie from the picture. Sarah moaned softly as Jess’s soft hands roamed over her now expose skin. She leaned her head back, breaking the kiss; her entire body alive with sensitivity, each touch of her new friend sent a pulse of pleasure threw her, always ending at her increasingly wet pussy… (continued)

Remember to VOTE and Masturbate for Peace!

Top 10 Reasons to VOTE

10 ) So you can complain.
If you are eligible to vote, but choose not to, we don’t have to listen to your whining!

9 ) It’s your right.
Young people, women and underrepresented groups all fought hard for the right to vote. And even today there are countries where people are still dying for the right to vote.

8 ) Representation.
Does it seem as if politicians are a bunch of old white males? Well, in Congress only 13 percent of members are of color, and only 14 percent are women. Want to change it? Vote.

7 ) Fashion.
You get to wear an “I Voted” sticker — definitely fashionable.

6 ) More federal money…
for youth programs, the environment, HIV/AIDS or breast cancer research whatever your cause! Where do the candidates stand on your issue? Find out and make sure your concerns are their concerns.

5 ) To cancel out someone else’s vote.
Whether it’s your Dad, your Mom, your teacher, or your soccer coach — you probably know someone who is going to vote the opposite of you.

4 ) To bust the stereotype!
“Young people are lazy, they don’t care, they won’t vote.” That’s what they say. Let’s prove them wrong.

3 ) If you don’t vote, someone else will.
Our government was designed for citizen participation, so if you don’t vote – other people are going to make the decisions for you.

2 ) Every vote counts.
The 2000 Presidential election proved how close things can get, so really every vote counts.

1 ) NOISE!
Want to make some? Then vote!

- YouthNoise.com

Top 10 Reasons to Masturbate for Peace!

10 ) It’s too cold to go outside and demonstrate

9 ) If I go blind they can’t draft me

8 ) The walls need painting white anyway

7 ) This is my weapon…this is my gun…this one’s for shootin….oh, never mind.

6 ) If you want it done right you have to do it yourself

5 ) All the lube will give me a baby-soft dork

4 ) It may be the only “peace” I’ll be getting for a while

3 ) If I use my left hand, it feels like someone else has joined my cause

2 ) What else am I going to do with the 80 GB of porn on my PC?

1 ) Because I can’t give myself a peace blowjob

- MasturbateforPeace.com

Lesbian Stories – Turning Another Woman Lesbian

Being the shy person that I was in the past, I never had the guts to try something different and erotic. That is, until I met Cassandra. I met her in night school that I attended couple times a week and we hit it off right away. Sometimes when we hung out, would catch her staring at my C cup breasts or my voluptuous tight ass more then once. When she realized I saw her, she would simply smiled and said casually each time that she was admiring my top or the design of my jeans so I discarded it. Until one day, she changed me.

It started one night as Cassandra and I were both hammered while we were at our local bar. She out of the blue asked me when was the last time I had an earth shattering sex and I told her that I haven’t had any for the past 5 months since my boyfriend dumped me and now only fuck my dildo. She told me that she wanted to know if there was something I would try, what would it be. I said that I always wanted to be taken advantage of, inflicting orgasms after orgasms on me.

She looked deep in thought for a minute, turned to me and told me she wanted to take me somewhere different and if I’m up for the adventure. Very curious I said yes and we drove to an industrial site, went inside a warehouse type building and met a sexy red head lady dressed in black leather cat suit. Cassandra told me to close my eyes and promise she would show me something that I would never forget. Intrigued, I went along with it.

She covered my eyes with a silk blind fold and started to undo my cream colored button shirt. While unbuttoning them, both her thumbs would gently skimmed over my skin, first over my collar bone, then above my chest. My breathing were rapid as I felt her touch but I couldn’t see anything and that only enhanced my senses more.

She worked to the middle of my buttons where my cleavage was, I held my breath and waited for her caress. It came, her hands held my top as she rubbed inside my bra and between my strained tits, my nipples hardened. She bent over to touch my ear lightly and I sighed as she first licked around then darted it in.

Close to my face, I felt her warm breath on my lips, and brushed her full mouth over mine, back and forth. I wanted her kiss me very badly but she refrained from it and I whimpered. She traveled down my chin to the hollow of my neck, she sucked on it and knew she would leave a mark as she licked it.

My pussy started to throbbed as she cup my breasts over my bra and top and when she took the shirt and ripped it open that caused the rest of the buttons to popped and stripped it off, I moaned loudly. Her hands grabbed my swollen mounts over my bra, stroked and rubbed my hard nipples and sensitive tits. Never kissed another woman before, she kissed me while our tongues danced, it was very erotic with her soft lips and never in my life felt even more turned on that I was at that moment. Read the rest of this entry »

Lesbian Stories – Adventures With Tia

Part One
The Camping Trip

It was our last summer before college and we all wanted to do something we could remember fondly. We were 18 and free, so my four best friends and I were going on a two-week camping trip into the Boundary Waters Canoe Area.

I knew we all looked like idiots as we were removing the two canoes from the top of the car, but we were having fun and that was all that mattered.

I should introduce us all before I continue: Jan Fossum was the cutesy one of our group. She thought that she was a dwarf at 5’2”, but everyone else regarded her as petite and adorable with cute, perky little breasts, blonde hair that bordered on being brown, with dark brown eyes. She was the kind of girl that everyone wanted to cuddle.

Christy Shaver was our mouthpiece. Whenever the rest of us were too afraid to stand up for ourselves, Christy would take charge and had the uncanny knack of saying exactly what we were all wishing we could say. She could have been a model, especially when she adopted her over-exaggerated, strut. The girl was 5’9”, willow-slim with shoulder length, auburn hair that swayed from side to side across sexy, high cheekbones. She looked as if she had stepped out of the pages of Vogue.

Dawn Veriday was very laidback about everything we did. At 5’11”, she stayed in the background, not an easy feat. She would always study a situation from every angle before giving us her opinion. She was big-boned, but she wasn’t fat and she was the keeper of the most gorgeous tits I had ever seen. I think she was probably wearing a 36D cup by the time we all turned 14. I always swore she was a direct descendant of the Amazons with her blonde hair, blue eyes and height. I was just pleased that she never kicked the shit out of me for saying it.

Charming as the others were, Nikki Dawson was the most captivating of the bunch as far as I was concerned. Her raven black hair fell like silk to the middle of her back. Oh, and those beautiful green eyes, so sweet and gentle, with just a hint of mystery behind them. She was the one we all went to when we were bothered by anything and she never looked bored or disgusted, no matter how lame we were. At 5’5”, she had, I suppose, a normal figure for a typical 18 year-old, but, to my eyes, every curve of her body was exquisite. Since third-grade I had been enamored with everything about Nikki. Read the rest of this entry »

Free Lesbian Stories – Girlfriends

“I’ve never had an orgasm.” Kate suddenly blurted. My head came up quickly, thinking it was some sort of joke. My gorgeous dark-headed friend just stared back at me with wide, brown eyes. Ridiculous. She was the most sensual, uninhibited young woman I knew. Every move she made was filled with sexuality, every glance was flirtatious, every piece of clothing she wore was exotic and sexy. Especially now. Kate and I were on vacation on the coast far from our hometown, and she seemed to come alive beneath the touch of the sea breeze; her necklines had plunged lower to expose more of her breasts, her skirts had climbed upward to show off more of her large, long, curvy legs, and she flirted with every man she passed unabashedly. I think the anonymity of it all pleased her.

My mind slipped back to the day before, when she had asked me to give her a back rub as we watched a movie in our hotel room. I had always been very good at massage, and was frequently commissioned at sleep-overs to give massages to everyone present until my fingers ached, so I thought nothing of it. I grabbed my massage oil, put it in the microwave for ten seconds, and asked her to lay on her stomach. Straddling her, I pushed her waist-length, straight, dark hair to one side and pulled up her shirt briskly. She shivered at my first touch, and I frowned thoughtfully, wondering at her reaction. I put my usual vigor into the rub, and she moaned, occasionally arching her back sinuously, and her flawless skin shined blue beneath the flickering, ethereal light of the TV.

I realized she had long ago stopped watching the movie, and her breath had become ragged, her moans more helpless. No, Kate was too sensual to have never possessed her own orgasm. I blushed now, looking into her coy eyes, hoping that she couldn’t see what I was thinking about, hoping that she didn’t remember or notice that her moans had elicited a throbbing between my legs, and that I had attempted to relieve it by rocking my hips slightly against her buttocks, hiding it beneath the guise of throwing my whole body into the massage. I bit my lip, my cheeks burning at the memory.

Hastily looking back down at the beach bag I was packing with lotion, sandwiches, beach towels, and a small radio I said, “That’s ludicrous. Why not?” She sat down beside me on the bed, and still I busied myself too much to look at her. She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve had all those selfish bastards for boyfriends, you know. And I’m not sure how to go about…” I looked up at her. “Masturbation?” “Yeah.” The image of her lush form nude, her legs spread wide, masturbating herself rose unbidden to my mind, and I pushed it away quickly. I’d known many women who’d never had orgasms, who didn’t know how to masturbate, and I’d become something of a sexual guru amongst my acquaintances. I could explain the process to her, as I had to many women before her. But something stopped me. “Ready to go?” I chirped, my voice a bit too high. She flounced off the bed and walked toward the door, her full hips swinging rhythmically from one side to the other. She looked over one of her soft shoulders, her long-lashed eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled at me. It was times like these I was positive she knew what she could do to me. Read the rest of this entry »