‘You can’t hurt me down there Julie. You can push it in as far and as fast as you like.’ A desperate edge returned to her voice as she raised her hips from the bed to buck violently against the giant dildo and protested when Julie placed a hand firmly on her stomach, pulled the dildo out and dropped it on the carpet, gently replacing it with the first three fingers of her right hand.
‘You don’t need things like that,’ she whispered, ‘not when I’m around.’
The aroma of sex intoxicated as she nuzzled into her pubic mound. Lucy’s clitoris was literally in her face, like a small penis. She flicked her tongue over it then, taking the engorged organ into her mouth, teased it gently with her teeth. Lucy emitted a long, low groan and Julie felt the itching between her thighs change to an insistent pulse. Was she going to come too? She never had, so she had her doubts, anyway, this was all about giving pleasure to Lucy and she was definitely succeeding in that. She built up a rhythm in time with the pulsing in her own vagina and Lucy began to breathe heavily, her groans interlaced with squeals of delight as she pressed her hands on the back of Julie’s head to push her face deep into her sex.
Julie removed her fingers and replaced them with a probing flickering tongue and when Lucy arched with pleasure, slid her hands under her buttocks. The raised vagina was now entirely at her mercy as she probed, licked, sucked and nibbled.
Lucy released her hands from Julie’s head to caress her own breasts and tug at her erect nipples. Watching the reflection of their lovemaking in the mirror over the bed added an extra frisson as she moved towards a magnificent climax.
Her cries. ‘Don’t stop! Harder! Faster! Oh God! Please! Please make me come!’ were music to Julie’s ears. She felt the release in Lucy as her orgasm peaked and the surge of juices as they exploded into her eager mouth. She thought for one fleeting moment that she too would have an orgasm; it was close, but, as so often in the past, it was elusive. She lifted her head to find Lucy smiling down at her.
‘Where did you learn to do that?’
‘I never have – I have never been with a woman before.’ She pushed her tongue back into Lucy’s vagina, ran it playfully around her swollen labia before teasing her clitoris on the way up to shower her breasts with kisses. They locked into an embrace.
‘I made you come though’ she whispered in Lucy’s ear. It was a statement made with pride and no guilt. She had at last come to terms with her sexuality.
‘Did you?’
‘What?’
‘Come?’
She was unprepared for the directness of the question.
‘Well – sort of.’
Lucy looked at her sharply. ‘What do you mean, sort of?’
‘Well, what I mean is, I’ve never really had an orgasm. Or, at least I don’t think I have. I’ve had a pleasant sort of feeling from time to time but it never led to anything.’
Lucy pushed Julie over onto her back. She was quite rough. She seemed angry.
‘What’s wrong Lucy? What have I done?’
‘It’s more what you haven’t done Julie. You have been repressing, not only your true feelings but also the needs of your body. Look up at the mirror. What do you see?’
‘You and me?’ She was a confused little girl again. A few minutes before everything seemed so right, now she was feeling awkward and guilty.
‘Forget me,’ snapped Lucy. ‘Look at yourself. Now, what do you see?’
‘A naked middle aged woman?’
‘Wrong! A beautiful mature woman. Touch your breasts. Go on, fondle them.’ Julie hesitated, then moved one hand, slowly followed by the other to reluctantly cup her breasts.
‘Don’t cover them; show them to the mirror. You should be proud of your body, it’s beautiful and in excellent shape. Now, raise your knees and open your legs.’ Julie did as she was told. ‘Now what do you see?’
‘My vagina.’
‘Your cunt, Julie. That is your cunt. It’s a fantastic instrument of pleasure and to get the most out of it, you must love yourself.’
‘You mean masturbate?’
‘But of course, it’s only by exploring yourself that you can determine your own areas of erotic pleasure and once you know precisely where they are, you can direct others to them. Come on, let me help you.’ She took Julie’s hand and guided it down between her thighs. As soon as it touched her sex, Julie instinctively pulled her hand away. Lucy laughed, but not unkindly. ‘You’re a hopeless case Julie, you touched me beautifully but you won’t touch yourself.’
‘I have never liked that sort of thing. ’
‘You mean you were taught to think of it as dirty.’ Lucy sighed. ‘We’re not going to overcome that sort of prejudice in one afternoon. I had better find the best spots for you.’ Her hand slid down over Julie’s stomach and her fingers caressed the softness of her pubic mound. Julie closed her eyes felt soft wet kisses like summer rain drops on her eyelids and nose. Then, as Lucy’s tongue went in her ear, she felt a finger slide down and inserted itself into her wetness, and gasped with pleasure as the finger explored deep inside. Lucy kissed her neck and whispered.
‘Open your eyes Julie. Open them and watch yourself being loved.’
She opened her eyes to see Lucy’s head slowly moving down her body. It lingered on her breasts and she felt her nipples being kissed and gently rolled between sharp teeth. She squirmed to every kiss, every touch and when she heard Lucy say she was going to find her clit, her voice seemed far away and she thought she must be dreaming. Her soft kisses rained down over her belly and she felt her tongue join the insistent finger, before slowly travelled upwards again, probing and licking until she found what she was looking for and locked onto it with her lips. Julie let out an involuntary squeal, followed by a groan of pure pleasure as the finger found a particular spot inside. Now Lucy was licking and moving her finger in time with the tingling pulsation which was running through her vagina. No, her cunt! It was her cunt which she had despised for so long which was giving her such wonderful, indescribable pleasure. She knew she was shouting and screaming, but the exquisite feeling was too much for her to care. In the ceiling mirror she watched herself writhe uncontrollably, at one moment with hands outstretched, fingers tangled, clawing at the bedcover, the next with both hands tugging franticly at her erect nipples. At the point of orgasm her hips lifted involuntarily off the bed. She wanted to wrap her legs around Lucy’s neck, but couldn’t because they straightened and stiffened at the moment of release. Jerking uncontrollably, she shouted Lucy’s name over and over again. She wanted all of Hamsworth to know she was a lesbian and Lucy was her lover.
Lucy carried on kissing and sucking. Julie gasped with pleasure. Surely it couldn’t happen again? Not so soon? Then she felt a shower of kisses on stomach, navel and breasts before their lips locked together once more. Lucy was breathing heavily and as she pulled away from a deep kiss, Julie saw again that frightened, desperate look in Lucy’s deep brown eyes.
‘I need to come too Julie. I must – I must come.’
She lay on top of Julie and pressed her sex against hers. Then, entwined, clitoris to clitoris, they scissored against each other, until they reached a glorious mutual climax. As the first had taken all those years, Julie found it hard to believe she could achieve another so quickly.