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By: Eve Rhony
Eve Rhony’s Tales of a Lusty Lass: ”Something about Annabelle”
You remember my first lesbian sex? Part 2 of “The Party”? Well, Annabelle and I saw each other again. The arousing taste for women I discovered that night would not leave me alone. A couple of weeks after the party I rang her and asked: did she remember me? Could we meet?
“Eve, of course. Delighted, anytime.”
“What about this weekend?”
“Sure, I’m free Friday night, wanna come to mine?”
Simple…she gave me her address and suggested a time. I could barely contain myself in the intervening days.
Eventually the weekend arrived and there I was at her door, a bottle of champagne in my sweaty PAW and an aching pulse in my knickers.
She answered the door in a silk kimono. Her hair still wet and neck moist, I knew she was freshly bathed by the sweet clean scent that caught in my nostrils. We embraced awkwardly until she stepped back into the hall and ushered me in. With the front door closed, she kissed me fully, looking straight into my eyes.
Our kiss turned to a joint smile and I relaxed in the knowledge that we were in for a good night. Taking the champagne from me she moved to the kitchen, I followed like an obedient lamb.
“Make yourself at home, I’ll fix us a martini while the champagne chills.”
I had never tasted a martini and felt very sophisticated when she passed me the delicate glass.
As she moved around the kitchen I noticed she was naked under the robe. Her nipples protruded against the thin silky material and when she bent and moved I glimpsed a flash of thigh. Annabelle chatted away, recalling the adventures of that party night, putting me at ease and making me laugh. I must have been staring at her because she suddenly stopped – still and quiet – I caught myself and stuttered an apology.
“Don’t be silly, I know why you’re here, come with me.”
She led me to her bedroom and kissing me she placed my hands on the collar of her gown. I pushed it away from her shoulders, exposing her exquisite skin, her breasts popped out as the silk fell to the ground.
Her naked body excited me, her tits were smaller than mine but beautifully shaped, her nipples hard. Her body was lovely and as I looked at her I felt my own arousal heighten. Out of context of the sex party I felt shy, awkward, uncertain. Annabelle sensed this and taking my hands once more she moved them to her breasts. They felt amazing, silky smooth skin, firm but giving. I cupped them, squeezed a little and rubbed her nipples, rolling them gently between my fingers. My legs felt weak as I bent my head to kiss and lick at her teats.
Annabelle began to undress me. Removing my clothes slowly and sensuously, she stroked my exposed flesh as every new layer fell to the floor. As she removed my panties she knelt to kiss my cunt, remarking on the sweet taste and telling me she wanted my body. Her sexy talk and sensual touch soon had me gasping and begging for more.
“Come lie on the bed with me.”
Annabelle then subjected me to a very long period of foreplay, kissing me all over, turning me this way and that, exploring my body. I tried fondling her back but she kept pushing my hands away, wanting me to focus on the sensation of receiving her attention.
When I was completely wet and relaxed she pulled me across the mattress, my hips at the edge and propped my upper body with two plump pillows. Annabelle explained that half the thrill was being able to watch oneself be sucked off. Kneeling before me she spread my legs apart. Her tongue dragged over my thighs, lapping my cunt, roaming and ranging around the outer lips, circling the clitoris. She licked gently in and out, up and down, round and round. She changed pace, flicking rapidly then slurping slowly. Several times I came close to orgasm but each time she slowed and decreased the intensity. Making me wait, making me wet, making me whimper.
Finally Annabelle appeared to decide it was time for me to come and concentrated on my clit, sucking it between her lips, circling rapidly, licking me fast and demandingly. Watching her beautiful head move lovingly between my legs and feeling her magnificent tongue inside me – all over me – I started to come. My stomach muscles contracted as I felt my juices flowing. My cunt was on fire, pulsating and throbbing. My legs tensed and closed around her head. My body convulsed, my hips rose from the bed, pressing into her as she fed on my nectar. I shrieked my relief and joy as the electricity surged through my limbs. As I heard my strained vocals in the room I realized that the last (and first) time we had come together, we had muffled our sounds by burying our heads in our respective holes.
After I came and my breathing returned to normal I realized that Annabelle had kept her face between my legs, her tongue pressed firmly up against my cunt. A moment later a latent, lazy orgasm began to rise in the pit of my stomach. I jerked against her as the second explosion arrived. My hands gripped her silky hair as I pulled her deeper into me. Gasping and gurgling she lapped me clean, licking her lips and chin where my juices glistened.
Annabelle fetched the now chilled champagne and poured us both a glass. We drank, propped up together naked on her bed, our bodies nestling against each other. After a while I began to fondle her breasts again and worked my way down to between her legs. Pushing my finger inside I found her to be sopping wet and my arousal stirred again.
“I feel I owe you.”
I scrunched down in the bed, pulling her thighs apart and examined her glistening hole.
With the slightest touch I brushed my fingertips across her pussy lips. She flinched and I knew how sensitive she was feeling. Gently and slowly I kissed and blew on her pussy, touching with my fingers now and then. Gradually Annabelle began to breathe more rapidly. I glanced up and saw her breastbone flushed and heaving. I bent to lick her, solidly, confidently across her whole hole. Annabelle squealed. I repeated the action and began to suck her entire pussy into my mouth, flicking my tongue into her sweet slippery opening.
Hungrily I gobbled and sucked up her juices. Annabelle was rigid with sexual tension.
“Tell me what you like Annabelle.”
Hoarse with desire she directed me to lie flat on my back. She straddled my face and looked down into my eyes. With both hands she held her outer lips apart, her clit hovered pertly above my mouth.
“Play with my tits while you lick me out.”
Annabelle lowered herself onto my face and rutted away. I pinched and pulled on her gorgeous breasts, feeling them bounce in my hands. She squirmed and writhed until she was ready to come. She grabbed my right hand and pulled it around her back.
“Stick your finger in my arse, I’m going to come in a minute.”
I scooped her vaginal fluid and lubed up my finger. It had only been two weeks since my first experience of anal (receiving) but the moment was so erotic I didn’t think twice. I pushed my index finger against the tight resisting skin. Her face contorted into a randy abandoned expression. Spurred on I pressed harder and suddenly my finger disappeared inside her arsehole. Instantly, Annabelle reached orgasm. She hollered and roared. My finger was crushed as the muscles spasmed around it. My top lip felt torn, dragged against her cunt as she jerked painfully above me. But the obvious pleasure I was giving her dulled any discomfort and I was instead filled with a warm rush of orgasmic electricity.
Slowed now, gently rocking back and forth. She expelled my finger with a subtle muscle movement and moving her body down the bed she lowered her face to mine, kissing deeply. We rocked in each other’s arms, warm, content, oozing.
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