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Authors name: Anonymous Author 2002
Story title : Source, The
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The Source (Ff, lesbian, ped, 1st)
By Anonymous Author 2002
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I got me my first rubber dong when I was 17. It was the
best gift I've ever given myself. I wanted and needed
regular and penetrative sex, even if it was only with
myself, from the age of twelve at which I accidentally
ripped my hymen using a hairbrush for masturbatory
purposes. The summer of '77 was the summer I entered my
teens and also the summer I lost my virginity. As fate
would have it, it was craved by a woman of 36 and I gave
it freely.
We were vacationing in Norway that year. Dad's crazy
about fly fishing and so was I, at the time. I had
recently discovered masturbation and was practising the
noble art of self indulgence diligently every chance I
got. Fishing could never compare to that.
To my great dismay, I came down with rubella, which my
sister had passed on to me before we left. My dad didn't
want me to be alone in the damp, draughty cabin we
rented and thus it was decided that I would stay in the
caravan of this neighbour woman and her son until I felt
better. Not that I was particularly ill.
Her son was 10 and out playing with my brother all day.
So it came to be that we had most of the days to
ourselves. I was well tucked in and taken care of by
Grete. She was a brunette, full bodied with an angelic
face and ENORMOUS breasts. Mine were just beginning to
show signs of budding and I was SO jealous. I was a very
small girl then; thin as a reed, no hips and about 135
cm tall.
Once, as she lent over me to fetch the lunch tray, I
pinched her nipple through her dress and bra and got
slapped on the arm for the trouble. She apologised and
stuttered something about me causing her pain. I KNOW
she lied since I had been very gentle. I sulked, but
secretly fingered myself silly for the remainder of that
day, thinking about those huge, soft globes.
The next day must have been the warmest of the whole
summer, I think. I wore no clothes whatsoever and
certainly no covers. The fever was going down and I was
sweating floods. I tried sleeping, but with thoughts of
sleep came thoughts of sex and I tried to get myself off
once more before dozing off. I drew the small curtains
all around the caravan and started rubbing my slit up
and down, closing my eyes with the lovely sensations
that soon overwhelmed me.
Suddenly Grete appeared in the doorway. I turned onto my
stomach with lightning speed and feigned sleep. A few
seconds later I felt a hand on my buttocks and her
weight beside me as she sat on the bed. I looked up and
to my surprise and shame I saw that she was crying.
Tears were rolling down her cheeks and falling in her
lap. I felt so guilty. I had done a bad thing and now
she was angry with me. I blushed from head to toe, cried
myself and said I was sorry and that I would never do it
again and that I would leave her camper at once. She
then took me into her arms, squeezed me hard and said
that her tears had nothing to do with my masturbating,
well, maybe a little, for she so longed for release
herself.
Her husband had been arrested for drunk driving in Oslo
two days before their vacation and this was three weeks
ago. For the next hour she told me in total candour
about their sex life, what positions they used, how much
she liked oral sex, how she liked to masturbate and that
she was bi-sexual in all respects. By the time she
finished her tale, her hand was inside her panties and I
could hear this distinct wet "clicking" noise of a
finger rapidly stroking a clit.
I knew the sound all to well myself. Her eyes were
closed and her breath hissed through her teeth. She was
getting there. With my right hand I started fingering my
own slimy quim, my left came to rest on her breast. In a
minute she came with a loud "ooooooohhhhhh" and her face
contorted in pleasure. I absently wondered if I looked
like that when I came. As her breathing became normal
again, she turned towards me and looked at me. She
looked at my downy pussy and at the hand working on it.
"Would you like to look at me," she said. I silently
nodded in response and trembled in anticipation of what
was to come.
She turned to sit on the bed with her left leg draped
over mine, slid the strap of her dress down the arm and
pulled one of those magnificent breasts out of the bra.
I swear it was bigger than my head. She then pulled her
dress up to her waist. She had knickers in the most
horrible green hue imaginable, but that's beside the
point, I couldn't wait to see what was behind that big
damp spot in the middle.
I stroked her breast with clumsy fingers while two
fingers of my other hand plunged in and out of my cunt,
making the most incredible sounds. She closed her eyes
and pulled her knickers to the side and showed me a very
wet, fleshy cunt with big outer labia and no visible
inner labia. She was very hairy and the scent that rose
from her crotch hit me like a punch in the face.
She opened her eyes and looked at me, "Do you like the
view, Helen?"
I could but nod in reply. I was flushed, close to orgasm
and totally bewildered.
"You can touch it if you like."
Uncertain of what to do I just stretched out my hand and
let it drop in her lap. She took it and placed it on her
pussy. Actually, she sat on my hand and I tried as best
I could to move my fingers like I did with myself . I
got between those big outer lips and suddenly I was
inside! Well, partly anyway.
Her eyes went wide and she gasped loudly. It was so
warm, so soft, so slippery and exciting that I forgot
all about my own aching cunt and gave hers my undivided
attention. She suddenly pulled my fingers out, leaned
backwards until she was sprawled across the foot of the
bed, took off her panties and sniffed them, motioning
for me to do the same.
I pressed my mouth and nose to the soaked gusset and
inhaled the scent of a woman in heat for the very first
time. Neither cocaine nor any other "nose-candy" could
ever have done what that scent did for me. It made my
head spin, set my crotch on fire and my mouth water, all
at once.
Grete just laid there, smiling at me with damp eyes. I
smiled back at her behind her knickers and kept on
sniffing. She signed to me to crawl on top of her and I
climbed up and lay on her belly. She was a VERY full
bodied woman and we must have looked ridiculous
together, me only a fraction of her size. I rubbed my
kneecap on her pussy in a sort of humping motion and
tried to rub myself on her belly, but to no avail. I
crawled higher until we were face to face.
I could smell the residue from her panties on her face
and licked her chin and lower lip. She licked the tip of
my nose and we both started giggling, but stopped when
she covered my mouth with hers and gave me my very first
French kiss. Her tongue felt large and coarse at first,
but then I melted in her mouth, responding with my own
tongue sliding in between her lips. She started sucking
on it so hard it was almost painful. She let go and
apologised, then started over, more gently this time.
I felt her hand trail my back down, slowly towards my
bum, tracing the crack to my opening. I spread my legs
as far as I could as she let her finger circle my wet
hole. She slid it in and kept going as she felt no
resistance.
She broke the kiss and asked me if I had done "it"
before.
"No, you're my first," I whispered into her mouth.
She fingered me ever so gently for a while, then stopped
and told me to turn around. So I turned onto my back and
was rewarded with a laugh.
"No, head to foot, silly."
"Oh.." I turned over and turned again to face her hairy
crotch. At once her pussy disappeared out of view as she
pulled me towards her face. Uncertain of what was going
to happen, I twitched violently as I felt something warm
and slithering trace my pussy from clit to rectum. It
took me a few moments to realise it was her tongue and
at that moment I felt it enter me. God in Heaven!
The feelings I experienced over the next minutes, are
even with all the experience I've gathered since, still
beyond description. The words Total Bliss will have to
suffice. As she alternately, slowly circled my hole and
fucked me with her tongue, I longed to return the
favour.
The difference in height made it impossible, though. She
tried to raise her knees, but all I got was good look.
"Please, finger me" she said. I reached down with both
hands and pulled her lips apart and started to rub my
middle finger in the wetness below. Her whole body
jerked as I touched her clitoris and I concentrated my
efforts on that area.
Her clit wasn't easy to find among the folds and I think
I missed it more often than not, but I heard her whisper
"Oh, Hel‚n" a few times, so I must have done something
right. I came twice in her mouth in the time she licked
me. Every orgasm began with her sucking hard on my clit
and ended with her tongue as far up my vagina as it
would go. She later confessed that she liked the feel of
my contractions around her tongue.
I was exhausted and just laid on her stomach, panting,
trying to get a grasp on reality and on what had just
happened. I knew I had made love for the very first time
in my young life and I had done "it." Then came the
realisation that I had done "it" with a woman almost
three times my age. I pondered these facts for a few
moments, then turned to look at my first acquaintance in
a world of pleasure that would be mine for a whole week.
She looked back with teary eyes and a smile that spoke
of secrets, of love and of ecstasy. The lower half of
her face was covered in cum. I touched her chin, smelled
my fingers and tentatively licked them. "Do you like
it." Grete asked. I told her it tasted of us both. She
then took my finger and sucked on it.
"Yes, you're right. It does. Do you like my taste?" she
asked.
"Yes," I whispered.
Then she said the most beautiful and exciting thing,
"Det ‘r best n†r det kommer fra kilden." (It's best when
it comes from the source.) She looked me deeply in the
eyes and gently pushed me off her body. She scooted
towards the head of the bed and took off her dress and
bra and laid down completely naked. She was so
beautiful. Her skin was alabaster white and even though
she had born a child and was very overweight, she didn't
have any marks, apart from a small appendix scar.
She kept her eyes steadily on mine as she slowly parted
her legs. She squeezed her breasts and pulled on her
nipples to the point where I thought they'd tear. For a
woman that size she was unusually agile. She kept
parting her legs until there was no room in the alcove,
she then bent the knees and parted her legs some more.
Her cunt was clearly visible now, a bulging Venus mound
with those big lips below and a hint of the entrance at
the bottom.
She then did something I could never do today. She stuck
her arms between her legs and using them as levers,
pulled her knees almost to her ears. This had a dramatic
effect on her cunt. The lips parted and released a
trickle of her nectar like cum. Her anus came in view
and seemed ready to burst, but most of all, her vagina
opened up completely and I swear I could see her cervix.
She reached down and parted her lips even further. I
couldn't see her clit, but with a few quick flicks of
her index finger, it appeared at the inverted "V" at the
top. I actually grew to a length of about a centimetre
before my very eyes.
It was a beautiful sight and I told her so. She told me
she'd been photographed in that position and that the
photos had been burnt on the opening day of an
exhibition before I was even born.
"All this is yours, love," she said.
I shuffled closer until I was looking directly down on
what would be appropriately described as delectable. I
pushed two fingers inside and was rewarded with grunt
from Grete. I pushed them in and out and soon added a
third. She flicked her clit at the same time, but I
sensed that this was my job and pushed her hand away. I
started rubbing it with the thumb of my other hand and
Grete went wild. She whined, she yelped, she moaned, she
thrashed around the bed and then she stopped breathing,
went rigid, stared at my face with her mouth in a big,
silent "O" ... and came.
My hand was flooded with her juices and my fingers more
or less crushed as her contractions began. Her face
turned dark red and the sound she made, as the last
contraction racked her body, scared me quite a bit. It
came from a place neither she, nor I knew existed. As
she came in for landing again, I pulled my hand out and
looked at it. I was wearing a transparent glove! I
parted my fingers and they were webbed. The web broke
into strings that formed droplets which I caught on my
tongue before they could fall and go to waste.
Grete was looking at me. All was silent. She was still
in that awkward position and cum was trickling down her
crack, over her anus and onto the bed. "It's best when
it comes from the source." she repeated. I took one last
look at her face, saw the longing in her eyes and dove
in. I pressed my face to her cunt as hard as I could and
rubbed it all over to cover it in her cum. I looked up
at her and licked my lips.
She smiled and said "Go on, It's all yours."
I started exploring every nook and cranny with my
tongue, lips and nose. She helped me by parting her
lips, giving me access to all of it. God, I licked her
inside and out. I cleaned her out completely. I wished I
had a 6 inch tongue at that moment. I sucked so hard on
her clit I thought it would come off. She had to hold
her lips open the entire time until she came again. She
was so big down there, I couldn't breathe when her lips
closed around my face.
Her third orgasm wasn't as strong as her second, but
just as wet. I tried her trick by pushing my tongue as
far inside her as it would go, when I felt the first
contractions. And nearly drowned. The slimy stuff went
up my nose and I choked on it. It tasted wonderful, but
it was a bit too much at once. I swallowed what I could
and let the rest dribble down my chin.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard her voice and looked
up. She was sweating, sweat trickled between her breasts
and the rolls on her belly. My face was sticky from the
chin to my eyebrows. And it hurt. My cheeks, my lips and
my chin were assaulted by a burning sensation that grew
worse as her cum dried on them. We looked in the mirror
and my face was crimson.
Apparently it was her pubes that caused it. I had simply
been scratched in my violent attempts to please her. She
washed my face with water and put on a cooling sun
lotion. She washed my crotch and I washed hers, very
slowly and very carefully. We only had ice cold water
and a sponge for the job, but it still felt wonderful. I
fingered her and took the time to look at her cunt
carefully and up close.
I had washed away the cum, but her pussy was quick in
producing freshly squeezed juice. I dipped my fingers in
them as I used to dip them in sherbet powder when I was
younger, and licked them off while Grete stood there on
shaky legs with her eyes shut tight, holding her cunt
open, giving me full access to the source.
With this picture I leave you and hope you enjoyed
reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it. It is
true for the most part, although I've embellished on a
few minor details. It happened 23 years ago and some of
memories were lost among later conquests. But one thing
will never be lost: The fond memories of my first
lesbian love making.
I've had many women, many men and some other species
since those days, but there's no time like the first
time.
Responses are welcome at: helen432@hotmail.com
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