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Authors name: Becky P (neil_paxman@hotmail.com)
Story title : Hannah and I
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Hannah and I (ff-teens, 1st lesbian-expr)
by Becky P (neil_paxman@hotmail.com)
***
A true story of my own awakening.
***
Hannah and I had been friends since junior school. She
was 3 months older than me, and I had always looked up
to her. She was tall and blonde for one thing, while I
am short and dark. (I'm Becky by the way) She already
had that leggy beauty of the true English Rose that I
knew I would never have. OK, my boobs appeared a year
before hers, but when she did get them, they were
perfect of course, whereas I was all too conscious of
the overripe size of mine.
I got mercilessly teased at school. The boys liked
nothing better than to give them a sly squeeze in the
playground, and my indignant squeaks only encouraged
them. Hannah, of course, never had to suffer such
indignities. Even when she was the proud owner of two
nice apple sized bumps in her school blouse, one icy
glance of her cornflower blue eyes was enough to
paralyse the boldest of playground yobs.
Sexual discovery was very much Hannah's territory, not
mine. We did double date when we were 14, and I suffered
the normal clumsy attempts to get down my blouse and up
my skirt by the spotty Lothario I was with. Hannah's
date sat meekly beside her, and never so much as
attempted to hold her hand. She watched the film in rapt
concentration, almost unaware of her besotted companion.
So no discovery, sexual or otherwise, there then.
No, her sex education came from her father's computer,
which she had free access to day and night. Both her
parents were career civil servants, and spent long hours
in London at their respective offices. This gave Hannah
unfettered access to the Internet, and all its
temptations.
*
My mum and dad heavily policed our own home PC, and, as
it was plumb in the middle of the living room, there
wasn't much opportunity to go surfing round the more
risque parts of the Web. Chat rooms were very much off
limits, so it was with considerable surprise that I
experienced for the first time what was possible for two
teenage girls to get up to with a PC, a webcam and a
vivid imagination.
It started innocently enough. Hannah showed me how to
operate the camera. We giggled like crazy over the
grainy images of us poking our tongues out and pulling
faces into the camera, watching the results on screen.
Then we logged on to the web, and started to visit chat
rooms, one after another. This gave Hannah the chance to
show off her new found web-savvy, and she was soon
shocking me with her explicit exchanges with 'Bling Boy'
in an adult chat room on Virgin.
'Bling Boy' was looking for some 'Cyber' and Hannah
wasted no time informing me that he meant talking about
sex! I watched in shock and some awe as she exchanged
lurid promises with the guy. I had barely heard of some
of the more outlandish acts she promised to do with him,
and I was pretty sure Hannah would have run a mile if
called upon to actually DO any of them, but I must
confess to getting very warm between the legs at some of
the suggestions 'Bling Boy' was making. It was when he
found out she had a webcam, and that I was watching the
her type, that things really hotted up.
*
It started, again innocently enough. He asked for Age
Sex and Location, oh and a webcam shot of her face. We
typed back 15, girls and from Sussex. Hannah posed
cheekily and sent it by email. He came back straight
away with a request for one of me. I was very reluctant,
but Hannah teased me into it. Instantly we got one back
of a rather fit looking, dark haired 18 year old with
tight jeans, naked from the waist up. He looked very
fit! His six-pack was impressive, and there was a LOT
going on inside those tight denims.
Hannah was on a high and when he asked for a more daring
picture, she shocked me again by taking off her
tracksuit top, and posing in her lacy white bra. Again,
with great reluctance I followed suit, conscious as
always of my big boobs. I even let Hannah pose me with
my arms squeezed up close, so that my already large
breasts pushed up and almost out of my black bra.
'Bling Boy' was pretty ecstatic at this, and after some
heated exchanges, made more and more lurid demands. The
atmosphere in Hannah's lounge was getting very warm, and
even without 'Bling Boys' vivid requests, we were pretty
easy to persuade into taking off the tracksuit bottoms
we were both wearing.
Once in our bra and knickers, a sort of madness overtook
Hannah and I. We were now in direct message contact with
'Bling Boy', outside the chat room general area. Unknown
to me, this meant that any form of control over what was
said and done on screen was totally gone.
Somewhere in my subconscious, I remembered being warned
by my parents about being 'groomed' on the web, but I
had no real idea this was actually happening until much
later, when it was all too late for both Hannah and I.
I believe it was Hannah who agreed to do the topless
photos; I can't believe that I would have been the first
to agree. However, as always, I found her hard to
refuse. Especially when she stripped off her small bra
to reveal pert teenage boobs topped with erect nipples.
I had never seen them up close, and the warm feeling in
my groin increased as they swung about when she
positioned the camera. She posed face on, with her hands
supporting her boobs, sort of holding them out to the
lens. I got a hot flush just looking at the screen. I
could only imagine what effect this was having on Bling
Boy. I imagined he was having trouble with those tight
jeans!
I didn't have to wait long to find out. The next
question, after his
"Wow, you are a fox, and your boobs are gorgeous. Why
don't you get Becky to stand behind you and hold them
for you? Go on, I dare you."
Anyone who knew Hannah understood that was guaranteed to
get results
I was adamant for about a minute and a half that I
wouldn't do that for any money. But as usual, Hannah
persuaded me with her big eyes and pretty pout, she
wheedled
"What harm can it do, we are both girls, and he can only
look, not touch, I bet he's doing it to himself right
now!"
She knew damn well that the thought of a fit teenage boy
pulling on himself to my picture was irresistible
That was of course the thin edge of the wedge. Once I'd
stood behind her half naked body, with those gorgeous
firm boobs in my hands, her excited nipples grazing my
palms, I was lost.
My bra came off in short order, and the next shot of
Hannah doing to me what I had just done to her showed
just how far gone I was. Hannah, of course, was not
content to just hold onto my breasts. She had to squeeze
and play with them - a LOT! And the image of my face on
screen revealed how far gone I was by then. We saved
some of the images on the hard drive, and I cringed
later at the expression on my face. I was almost
orgasmic with excitement!
It was a small step after that to find us both posing
face to face with a hand down each other's knickers.
This led to the inevitable, and of course the camera
rolled on as Hannah introduced me to the pleasures of
mutual masturbation. I had never even done it to myself
at that time, so I must be one of a very small band of
females whose first orgasm was induced by her best
friend, in front of a cheap webcam, watched by a rapt
audience of one. Maybe I am unique in that regard?
Anyway, after we calmed down, we were both very
embarrassed by how far we had been carried away, and
quickly logged off, with vague promises to 'Bling Boy',
(who I am sure was now sporting underpants as wet as our
knickers), to speak to him again the next day.
*
Well it wasn't the next day, or even the next week. Oh,
we got over our embarrassment soon enough. Hannah was
too good a friend to me, and she used her most
persuasive methods to bring me round. After all, as she
said
"Come on Becky, we are best friends, and what's so
terrible about making each other happy?"
"Didn't you enjoy it?" (Ha Ha! As if!!)
I had to agree that feeling her fingers moving inside me
was right up there, way past getting my first new bike,
on the pleasure graph, and we giggled our way back to
best friend status.
What I didn't know at that time was that 'Bling Boy'
wasn't finished with us, not by a long chalk.
Anyway, two weeks later, there we were again, with
Hannah's parents out for the day (Saturday) in front of
the big 21" monitor, with the webcam blinking its
readiness on top. We logged on, and both of us knew what
was going to happen, no mistake. But the embarrassment
had faded, and I for one had since discovered the
delights of self-masturbation.
Despite my best efforts, I had been unable to capture
the sheer excitement of that first time, even though my
own fingers knew parts of me I had previously not known
existed. Secretly, I hungered for a repeat of the last
episode. Maybe Hannah did too
Sure enough, 'Bling Boy' was on line and eager to chat.
We didn't even bother going through the formalities this
time.
*
Within 30 seconds we were in a private chat area, and
Hannah and I were stripping off our top clothes. This
time we were treated to several pornographic shots that
'Bling Boy' had downloaded from the web. They came
through in a batch.
Large adult penises, hugely erect, filled the screen.
Some of them were so big they were scary, and I
wondered, not for the first time, how women actually
fitted them inside them. Even more puzzling, some of the
girls seemed only too happy to take the things deep in
their mouths. That was something I had only vaguely
heard about, and I watched in fascination as shot after
shot of fellatio passed across the screen. Obviously
there was more to this sex lark than just straight
fucking.
Hannah and I needed little persuasion to get naked. We
both secretly craved the release that another mutual
masturbation session would bring. And I wanted to feel
her skin on mine again. But 'Bling Boy' wanted more this
time, much more.
This time I surprised Hannah (yes, a first!) by agreeing
to his request for me to suck her boobs. I had
fantasised about it enough in the past week or so, and
the reality didn't disappoint me! She was soon groaning
at my amateurish sucking and licking, and her nipples
were very very hard under my enquiring tongue. It was
bliss! I could have done it all day.
She returned the favour in spades, and I was amazed how
much sensation was produced by her tongue, compared to
that produced by my pinching fingers while I was making
myself cum. This time we needed absolutely no special
requests to start fingering each other. It would have
ended pretty quickly there, especially as Hannah had
begun that special movement of her middle finger, which
last time had made me cum in about 30 seconds flat, but
the bleeping of the new message box onscreen interrupted
us.
'Bling Boy' had a very special request to make. We read
and reread his message several times each before looking
at each other quizzically. Of course to the more
experienced of my readers, cunnilingus will not be a new
concept. But this was a step neither of us had even
considered to that point. Fingers yes, nice long French
kisses yes, but licking each other there?? To give us
courage, 'Bling Boy' sent us several more porn pictures
of young girls doing just that to each other. So that
was '69'.we gazed in amazement at the images.
This time, I suppose inevitably, Hannah was the braver
of us. The mechanics defeated both of us at first. Who
lay where, and how did you put your bottom in the right
position? (Two cushions solved that one) It kept us
guessing for a minute. But soon enough I was spread out
on the floor, buck-naked with my rear end raised up on
cushions, my virginal pussy open and accessible for
whatever came next.
What came next was me of course, explosively and far far
more intensely than from the finger induced orgasm of a
few days ago. I was already super excited at the
position I was in, and the sight of Hannah's blonde head
buried between my open thighs finished me off in seconds
I have no clear memory of what led up to that climax,
only that Hannah's tongue felt like warm wet silk, if
that's possible. Her inexperience mattered little
against the sheer bliss of her tongue on and around my
clitoris. I have never since had an orgasm that fast.
Literally in 20 seconds, I was thrashing and humping up
against her mouth. She covered my sex completely with
her lips and lashed my clit with repeated strokes of her
tongue. God I came so hard! I almost passed out. Only
twice in my life since have I approached that intensity
of orgasm.
After I came back to earth, I saw her looking at me with
a mixture of puzzlement and wonder at the violence of my
reaction. Needless to say, her sharp little mind took no
time at all to work out the payback, and I hardly had
time to groan a thank you before she was pushing me
aside and taking my place on the cushions, legs bent at
the knee, slim brown thighs spread wide, ready. I could
actually smell her excitement.
Her parents would have had a blue fit if they had known
what their precious daughter was now doing in the middle
of their lounge. Although I felt almost weak from the
powerful climax I had just enjoyed, I did my very best
for Hannah. We had both forgotten the webcam entirely. I
positioned myself between her open thighs and started to
work. I began by probing between her pink lips with my
outstretched tongue, and she moaned out loud in
response. Boldened, I dived between the lips and sought
out the stiff bud of her clitoris. It was as though I
had plugged her into the electric mains.
She arched up instantly, jamming her pussy on to my
probing tongue and cried out
"Oh God, Becky. fuck, fuck FUCK just don't stop!"
I had no intention of doing anything of the sort. She
looked stunning, her face distorted by lust, and she
tasted wonderful too. I started to enjoy myself.
The next minute or so were a blur of pumping, gyrating
hips. Her hands were in my hair pulling my face ever
harder against her wet vagina, and then the
unmistakeable vocal sounds of an adolescent girl cumming
very hard. Her orgasm shook her slim body from head to
toe, and my exploratory finger, inserted deep inside to
increase the pleasure my tongue was providing, was
gripped by her internal muscles repeatedly as the spasms
of her orgasm rippled through her.
The last message from 'Bling Boy' was short, but
descriptive.
"I watched that footage ladies, and have just cum all
over my keyboard. Many thanks!"
The next contact I had with 'Bling Boy' was after Hannah
had called me breathlessly with the news that she had
'accidentally' let slip her mobile number to him. I
scolded her for being so silly, but told her he was
unlikely to be a problem. (Ha ha) The mobile number
would not give him her address, and she just had to be
sure not to give anything else away. What I did not know
at that time was what sort of a hold 'Bling Boy' had
over my best friend.
It turned out, after much questioning at her pensive
mood, that he had enjoyed several more sessions alone
with Hannah, sessions in which they had sent webcam
footage if each other masturbating. She had grown
addicted to the sight of his large penis spurting thick
white sperm over his fingers, and logged on nightly to
watch. What she did not say was that the images he was
sending her were carefully positioned to show just his
cock and balls, not his face. She was fascinated with
his size, which later events revealed was not
surprising.
Not just that, but when she refused to arrange a one to
one meeting with him, he had begun threatening to send
pictures of Hannah and I to her parents email address.
This had really frightened her, and she wanted my help.
Now you may think we were incredibly stupid to get
involved with this guy in the first place, and you would
be right.
But the biggest stupid mistake we made was to think that
two 15-year-old girls should meet up with the
blackmailer and warn him off. But that's what we did.
You know why? Because we still thought we were dealing
with a horny 18-year-old boy.
So two days later, we were at the Gatwick Hilton, not
far from where Hannah lives, waiting in the foyer for
'Bling Boy'.
As he arrived, you can imagine the looks on our faces
when, instead of some callow youth with bad acne and
Burberry accessories, we were confronted with a silver
haired middle-aged guy in a very expensive suit.
I will cut to the chase here, because the reality of our
combined stupidity will bore you. Suffice it to say that
a mixture of smooth threats to expose our pictures to a
worldwide audience, together with I have to say, a very
slick and convincing argument, and we were travelling
upstairs with him in the lift to his suite. Supposedly,
we were going up there to collect all copies of the
webcam shots in return for, as we thought, perhaps at
worst a blowjob or strip tease. Maybe even a bit of
lezzy pleasure with each other for his personal
entertainment. We were that desperate.and that stupid
So we were shocked to the core when room 113's door
opened at his knock to reveal an elegant woman of about
30. Bling (we never ever found out his real name) then
introduced us to his 'wife' Justine.
She made us comfortable in the lounge area, and we were
soon sitting there with a large glass of champagne in
our hands and bemused smiles on our faces. Justine was
simply stunning, tall and dark, with an YSL suit
covering what was obviously a models body. She smiled at
us a lot, and we relaxed a bit.
Even more shocking was when the adjoining door opened
and a pretty young blonde girl of about 12 came in
wearing a white towelling bathrobe. Through the open
door, we could see a huge bed upon which lay another
silver haired middle-aged guy. However, what made us
both gasp was the enormous erection that he was holding
up for all to see. It must have been 9" long and as
thick as a fire hose
The only willies Hannah and I had seen up to that point
were on screen, so we were not really prepared for the
real thing. It looked like he could knock you out with
it!
The girl who had walked in had an angelic little face
and was obviously quite naked under the robe. When she
bent to pick up a glass of champagne, her peach sized
naked breasts were revealed through the open front. We
looked away in embarrassment
What was going on here? We were soon to find out. The
man in the other room spoke in what we later found out
was Hungarian, and the girl turned and smiled at him.
She spoke in a soft, childish American drawl, "OK Vigor,
just a moment." Then she turned back to us and giggled.
"He's such an animal, he's had me twice already, never
gets enough. Oh by the way, my name is Jessica, how do
you do?"
With that she drained the champagne glass, walked back
into the bedroom, leaving the door open behind her. At
the bed she shrugged off the robe and knelt naked on top
of the bed between the mans legs.
To our utter surprise, she then proceeded to slip the
end of his huge penis into her small mouth, and to bob
her head up and down on it with well practiced ease.
This public display of juvenile fellatio left even
Hannah speechless. We knew then that our visit to this
suite would mean doing more than a half-hearted sexual
performance
Sure enough, when Justine came back into the room from
the bathroom, she was gloriously and shockingly naked
apart from high heels. Her body was fantastic, slim and
tanned, with big firm breasts that bounced sexily when
she walked and she was completely shaved between her
legs. She made a beeline for me, and pulled me to my
feet.
"You first, my angel," she whispered huskily.
I was in turns terrified and intrigued as she pulled me
towards the bed where Jessica was still eagerly
swallowing the big guy. I felt my clothes being stripped
off me, and as the buzz from the champagne made me
wobble slightly. I threw an imploring glance towards
Hannah. But she was already otherwise engaged, so to
speak.
I saw 'Bling' standing in front of her, now naked, with
a heroic hard on throbbing in front of her face.
Hannah looked at it in hungrily, and before Justine
covered my mouth with hers, and pulled me down on to the
bed to join the others, I remember seeing about half of
Blings cock disappear into my best friends mouth. I can
still see Hannah's wide eyes closing in mute acceptance.
Her head began to bob regularly, mimicking Jessica's
obedient fellatio.
Most of the 4 hours or so we spent in that room are a
bit of a blur. I lost my virginity that afternoon, and
so did Hannah. I felt the difference in technique
between the experienced cunnilingus of Justine, and
Jessica's clumsier efforts. She licked me noisily and
enthusiastically whilst Bling pistoned his large organ
in and out of her small pussy as she knelt over me in a
69 on the big bed. As I came for the second time, I
realised that I was now licking her tight little pussy
too.and judging by the ecstatic moaning, she loved it.
I learned to suck both big cocks deeply, and even took
the Vigor's thick cum into my mouth. This was mainly due
to the fact that my best friend was busily licking my
pussy at the time.
I watched Bling methodically fuck Hannah every which
way, including taking her rear end. I sat on Vigor, his
huge organ buried completely up inside me, whilst
happily licking at the open pussy of Justine, as she
stood over me.
I don't know what was in the champagne, but neither of
us felt any pain until the next day. Even Hannah's badly
used bum did not seem to hurt at the time, she told me.
I lost count of the pictures and video footage that was
taken of us, me with Hannah, Hannah with Justine, Me
with Jessica, Hannah with both guys, one in the mouth,
one in her anus. Jessica, Justine and me. Me and Bling,
Me and Vigor and Hannah.. You name it; I did it or
watched them do it to each other. All faithfully
recorded on digital video.
Sometimes the camera was on a tripod, whirring away;
other times one of the others would take some close ups,
or make us redo a particularly sexy move with our mouths
or pussies. Inevitably, the close ups were of Hannah and
I stuffed in the mouth or pussy with a cock, or
sometimes two.
Later Justine brought out a couple of strap on cocks,
and I remember feeling very guilty about thrusting one
into little Jessica, until she locked her heels behind
my back and moaned the most explicit filth in my ear,
clearly enjoying every bit of the 9" toy.
Aftermath:
I'm 25 now. Hannah and I are still very close friends,
although I have been married to Mark for 4 years. We
have a beautiful daughter, Claire, and a happy and
varied sex life.
Hannah is not married, but has had a couple of long term
relationships. She works in Europe for much of the year,
and I only see her at Christmas, or sometimes in the
school holidays, like Easter.
Neither of us seems to have suffered any real long-term
effects from our experience with 'Bling' and his happy
band of friends. I have never done anything remotely
like it since, or seen any of the images or videos on
the web, although as you can imagine, I have tried very
hard!
Luckily, Mark is totally disinterested in the World Wide
Web and all its mysteries, and I live in hope that he
will stay that way. We've had sex in some pretty
adventurous ways, but I don't think he would be happy
seeing me willingly give head to an obviously underage
girl, whilst being royally fucked from behind by a
middle aged Hungarian! Especially when the girl and I
share his cum afterwards with relish.
As for Hannah and I in the 'sexual' sense, we still have
regular 'liaisons' She calls me from London when she is
in the country, I go on a girlie 'shopping trip' to the
West End with her, and (obviously) as it is impractical
for me to travel home, I stay overnight with her in her
London flat.
The passion is still very much there, and I have enjoyed
many a delicious 69 session with her, naked on her big
bed. She is still the best licker of pussy I have ever
had (sorry Mark darling) and I would miss our loving
friendship if it ended.
In fact, she hasn't lost her adventurous streak at all,
and has asked me to go on a trip to Budapest with her
next summer.
Apparently, she 'bumped into' Jessica on a trip there
this year. Despite her far too early introduction to the
sins of the flesh, Jessica has turned out a well-rounded
and stable individual. She has a family of her own, with
a little girl a year younger than my Claire. However,
unlike me, she hasn't shed her lurid past completely.
It turns out Jessica has her own web based movie
company, which (surprise, surprise), specialises in more
exotic subject material featuring young girls and older
men.
It seems she still remembers the afternoon in the
Gatwick Hilton as well, and enjoyed it so much she would
like to introduce Hannah and I to a couple of new young
actors and actresses, who she feels we would get on with
rather well.
The throb I got between my legs when Hannah told me
about this made me visibly jump, and the little minx
knew just what effect it would have. (She spent the next
ten minutes whispering obscenities in my ear, whilst
rubbing the front of my increasingly wet trousers, we
had to leave the wine bar in a hurry, and go back to her
flat for some 'oral therapy')
A week in Budapest with Hannah and Jessica (and others)
is just what the doctor ordered. All I have to do is to
persuade Mark that I deserve a girlie week away.
Hmmm, Maybe I could give him an extra treat this week,
just to get him on side. Now where is that vibrator and
the silk scarves? I haven't let him cum in my mouth for
over a month now, he deserves a treat.
I will be sure to let you know if the trip to Hungary
comes off!
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