It was in my twenty fifth year that I left my home town. While I’d always planned to spread my wings, it was an ugly break up with a long time boyfriend that was the catalyst. I moved from being a nurse in a small town hospital to being a nurse in a big city hospital. Apart from the pain of leaving family and friends, the move was the most exciting time of my life. I first resided in the nurse’s accommodation adjacent to the main hospital. While my small room was clean and comfortable, it came with some restrictions that a confident and inquisitive twenty five year girl didn’t need, like night time curfews and no male visitors. As for the actual nursing part, I settled in and proved myself by working hard, being polite and keeping out of trouble. Hospital people are like family, and I soon made new friends, and with it came a healthy social life.

It didn’t take long for a new man to enter my life, even though the relationship would be short lived. It was on a cold wet day that I met Christopher in a downtown car park while waiting to pay at a pre-pay machine. He was the kind of guy I usually go for, confident, taller than me, cute looking and an ability to make me laugh. And after a few dates, I let him seduce me to his bed. The sex was good, but a few weeks into it suggested that we wouldn’t be together long. It took but a short time for Christopher’s controlling nature to come to the fore, but when it did, my desire to be free to do what I want took over. I broke it off and became a single woman again.

While I enjoy having a man in my life, I’ve never had any fear of being single. I’m not the most beautiful woman in the world; but I’m not the ugliest either. Like any woman, I know my best and worst attributes. I’m tall and lean with just mere a handful of breasts, but hey, not all men like huge ones anyway. I like my nice round bum which fills out a pair of jeans or a mini skirt very well. While my long legs are shapely, I think my thighs are too fat. However, my boyfriends have always told me that I have great legs, so there. My natural blonde hair is thick and wavy; mornings I curse it while trying to brush knots free, but when washed and blow dried, its stunningly beautiful. When I look into the mirror, I don’t really know who I see. My blue eyes are beautiful; my nose I think is too pointy. My teeth look good, but only after dental work when I was young. My freckles are the bane of my life, even though everybody tells me how cute they are. I always try and hide them with make up, but in the summer it’s almost impossible to do so. I know I’ll never win any beauty contests, but like most women, I would consider myself passable on a dark night. I think the rest just comes down to confidence.

When it comes to the sex thing, I guess I take the middle road. I’ll not make a good nun, but I’ll never be a slut either. I like sex as much the next woman, but with me it’s got to be in the context of a relationship, I’m not into one night stands. It takes me a little while before I’ll commit to a guy, I really want to see what he’s like personality and commitment wise. If the sex thing does happen, I just loved to be seduced with lots of foreplay and kissing. I’m pretty adventurous so long as its pleasure and not pain. I like giving oral, but absolutely love receiving it in return. Nothing turns me on more than an accomplished lickers tongue tormenting my well deserving pussy. The boyfriend I broke up before leaving my home town was the best licker I’d ever had. When my parents went out, which was luckily quite often, I would position myself on a comfortable chair and let him go to work on me. He could suckle me through lots of little orgasms over a period of time leaving me drained but contented. And for his efforts, I would ride his cock to his hearts content, and sometimes I would swallow for him. But alas, all good things come to an end and we went our separate ways. When it actually comes down to the act of copulation, any position is fine so long as it’s comfortable; I love to be ridden with my legs held high. My favourite places to do that are in bed, or in the lounge on a chair or a couch. I like my men to have stamina and staying power, and to be passionate in their love making.

The size of a man’s dick is always a great topic of conversation, but for me it isn’t important. All my lovers, not that there’s been many of course, have been average in size. While some have been a little longer or thicker, it hasn’t made any difference to my pleasure. Am I inquisitive what it would be like having a very well endowed lover? Maybe a little, but I wouldn’t break my neck to try one out.

So I guess that I have a healthy attitude to sex, which is completely out of sorts with my mother’s generation. My mum was a virgin when she met my father, and has remained completely faithful to him ever since. I’ve always had a wonderful open relationship with my mum, and she was well aware of my sexual escapades with different boys. While she never condoned it, she never tried to lecture me about it either. The important thing was that my dad never knew, for he would never understand or forgive me. I loved to tease my mum, and would sometimes feed her little tits bits of naughty things to try and embarrass her, she would blush and giggle and tell me what a terrible daughter I was.

I’ll never forget the day that she found my vibrator under my pillow, which I’d forgotten to hide after a previous night’s enjoyment. She didn’t know what it was, and I took great pleasure in telling her what it was for, and how good it was. I fell on the bed laughing when she made a hurried departure. Being a terrible daughter with a devious disposition, I then brought one for her. She was horrified of course, and refused to accept it, but I walked away and left her with it. A few days later on a Sunday morning while we were alone in the kitchen, she leaned over and told me how disgustingly good it was. We laughed, until I asked her what dad thought. Then she blushed and told me to mind my own business. My last comment to her on the subject; was that she kept a good supply of batteries in the house; she smiled and told me that she most certainly would.

Anyway, getting back to my story. It was a few months after my arrival that I met Ruth; a fellow nurse who worked in the emergency ward. Being such a large hospital, the chances of us meeting or working together would’ve been minimal. It was just that we ended up sitting next to each other at a hospital seminar that we met. Nurses on the most are part social animals; and we soon struck up a conversation. I liked Ruth right from the start; for she was full of beans, and outrageously loud and funny. We were soon laughing and having fun. After the seminar, we agreed to meet up sometime over a few drinks. The next time we got together, I was appalled how much beer Ruth could drink, but the more she drank, the funnier and more entertaining she got. When I told her that I was still living in the nurse’s accommodation, she burped loudly and suggested that I might move in with her.

A few days later, I moved into a spare room in the house that Ruth rented, and the fun began. Ruth had only one purpose in life, and that was to have fun. She told me that as far as men were concerned, she was the perfect woman, all boobs and bum, and no brains. While she indeed did have a substantial pair of breasts and a formidable backside to go with them, she was also one of the smartest people I’d ever met. Whenever our working shifts allowed, we would venture out to bars and restaurants to have a good time. I soon had to put the brakes on as my money was going out the door quicker than I could earn it. That was fine as far as Ruth was concerned, and then stocked the fridge with beer. It also became apparent that Ruth had lots of friends, and there were always people dropping in for an impromptu party.

The weeks began to fly past, and our friendship grew, and for me there was no need to have a man in my life. And when it came to sex, Ruth proved to have little inhibitions or morals. After a few drinks, she just loved to tell me all about her sexual adventures. Her favourite stories were about a camping tour she’d done in Europe. She banged twelve different guys over a six week period, and sometimes more than one at a time. She reckoned that there was nothing better than someone watching her do it. The trouble with Ruth was that she was blatantly honest, and I have no doubt that she was telling the truth without embellishing her sordid little stories at all. While Ruth may have been a girl of curvaceous proportions, she was also very pretty and would have no problems at all of attracting the opposite sex.

One night I arrived home from my shift to find Ruth on the couch with a guy called Brett, I would later find out he was the old on again off again boyfriend that I’d heard about. Brett was tall and thick set, and while he had that unshaved untidy look about him, he was kind of good looking with it. Like Ruth, he was outgoing and friendly; and I joined them for a glass of wine while winding down from a busy night. We were soon laughing and having fun, but I was bright enough to see that lust was in the air. Not wanting to be a stick in the mud, I eventually excused myself on the proviso that I was tired and needed sleep. Ten minutes later, I was in my bed and out like a light.

My bedside clock told me it was two twenty in the morning when I woke tangled in my top sheet. After making myself comfortable, I dozed quietly waiting for sleep to return. The house was deathly quiet; the outside street traffic noise all but disappeared. My senses turned to a strange but distant moaning noise, and it took a few seconds for me to realise it was Ruth. Even though her bedroom was further down the hall, it was still loud enough to recognise what was going on. I grinned sleepily as I listened to their love making, Ruth’s little groans and moans of pleasure drifting into my room. I confess to getting somewhat aroused, and maybe a little bit of jealousy crept in also, for it had been a while since I’d been loved. But I wasn’t quite alone, and my trusty vibrator was soon busy between my thighs, not as good as a man, but a lot less messy I convinced myself.

Brett had departed by the time I arose the next morning, and I joined Ruth at the dining table with my favourite breakfast, four slices of pate on toast and an orange juice.

“Have fun last night?” I asked.

Ruth looked up from her magazine and grinned, “Ohhhhhhhhhh yees.”

“Thought so from all your noise.” I replied hoping to embarrass her, which I should have realised would be a complete waste of time.

Ruth just chuckled and deftly stole a piece of toast from my plate.

“How about keeping the noise down, I don’t want to hear you at it. I thought you were in some sort of pain or something from all your moaning and groaning.” I added in mock seriousness.

Ruth leaned back in her chair and smiled, “Well the thing is, Brett’s got a real big dick. And when he fucks me long and hard, which he likes to do, I just can’t control myself.”

“Too much information.” I stated.

But Ruth was on a roll and laughed heartily as she held her hands up a fair distance apart.

“It’s this big and very fat.” she added. “And it fills me right up, couldn’t take another inch if I tried. Trouble is, he can go for bloody hours, and I have to kick him off before he wears my poor old fandango out. And we can’t have that, can we. So, have you ever had a big one?”

“Nope.” I answered.

“Mmmmmm, you don’t know what you’re missing. Mind you, it’s not every girl’s cup of tea I suppose.”

“I reckon it’s more about technique than size.” I suggested.

Ruth laughed, “Don’t you believe it. That myth is spread by girls who haven’t had the opportunity or by guys who haven’t got the goods. I’d prefer a big dick over an average one any old day.”

“I’ll just have to take your word for it.” I replied. “But I’ll be satisfied if you keep your vocal repertoire down in future so that I can get some sleep at night.”

Ruth pulled a face, “I’ll try, but you know how it is. Big dick; will scream. Anyway, you won’t have to put up with it for long, Brett’s heading overseas in a few weeks time.”

“Good.”

“But until then, I’m gonna get my moneys worth. Can I have another piece of your toast?”

“Absolutely not.” was my reply.

The next night that Brett stayed over, Ruth put on a real show for me to listen to. She moaned and groaned as the bed head rocked against the wall keeping me awake. I grinned, for I knew well it was all for my benefit. The next morning, she grinned knowingly at me and handed me a pair of earplugs which had no doubt been pilfered from the hospital.

“Sorry, should’ve given these to you last night, hope I didn’t keep you awake for too long, but Brett was in fine form as usual.”

“You’re disgusting, do you know that.” I accused.

“Mmmm mmmmm, so true, but disgustingly satisfied.” she replied.

“Too much information.”

“You’re just jealous.” she said. “Maybe I should loan Brett to you, then you’d know what I have to put up with.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.”

“Aw c’mon, he thinks you’re quite hot for a skinny bird.”

“Now you’re jealous.” I accused.

Ruth looked up at the ceiling as if in deep contemplation, “Nah, I like having big tits, and guys reckon they like hanging onto my big arse.”

“Have to have big fucking hands to hang onto that.” I added quickly.

Ruth burst into laughter, and then into a giggle, and I soon joined her. We ended up sitting on the floor with tears of laughter pouring from our eyes.

“So, shall I tell Brett you’re interested in trying him out? I told him you haven’t been laid for months, and that you’re raring to try him out.” she commented a few minutes later while walking out the door.

“NO, don’t you dare.” I yelled.

I didn’t see much of Brett after that previous night, as Ruth and my shifts were on opposites. But on the last night before Brett’s departure, the three of us ended up at home. Brett had arrived with a small stash of grass that he needed to get rid of before he left. Usually I can take grass or leave it, as it always comes with conflict between feeling real good and the illegality of it. But that night I was in the mood and willingly let Ruth and Brett seduce me into joining them. The grass was good quality stuff, and we sat back to let the mood take us. Brett and Ruth were cuddled up on the couch while I sat opposite in a comfortable chair. With the room dark and the stereo playing in the background, we smoked a few joints and enjoyed ourselves. Ruth and Brett’s inhibitions were dulled, and there were little kisses, and caresses of wandering hands. I was split between wanting to stay and have fun, or retiring to bed to give them some privacy. Not wanting to be selfish, I began to get myself together with the intention of heading to my bed.

Ruth read my mind and smiled, “No need to go, you can stay here.”

“Thought you guys would wanna be alone seeing as it’s your last night together.”

Ruth pulled a face, “Nah, got my monthly. I’m out of order for a few days.”

I laughed, “Good, serves you right. At least I’ll get some sleep tonight.”

“Bitch.”

“Anyway, shows what a lousy lover you are. There’s more than one way to skin a cat. You can still have plenty of fun without actually doing it.” I accused.

Ruth grinned sarcastically, “Oh really, please explain.”

“Use your imagination; you don’t need me to tell you.” I replied realising that I’d stuck my big fat foot into my equally big fat mouth.

Ruth turned to Brett, “I don’t have any ideas, do you?”

“Nope, none at all.” Brett replied happily in their shared conspiracy.

“Here, take this.” Ruth demanded as she handed over a half smoked joint.

I took it and snuck a puff as Ruth pushed Brett down on the couch and straddled him, leaning forward she dropped her heavy breasts over his face and rubbed them up and down. I laughed as they struggled, Brett trying to get away while Ruth tried to suffocate him, her large breasts almost popping out of her low top as she rubbed her body over his. Eventually, Brett gave up his struggle and succumbed to Ruth’s advances. At this point, it was all a bit of harmless fun as far as I was concerned.

Then all of a sudden, Ruth sat up and grinned, “Oh dear, what have we here?”

Sliding backwards down Brett’s thighs, Ruth pulled back the elastic of his tracksuit pants exposing a very, very large erection. She looked over at me and smiled sweetly as her hand took hold of it, the look on Brett’s face sort of indicated that he wasn’t in too much pain.

At this point I should’ve done a runner, but I guess the grass had tempered my better judgement, and I was more interested in staying. I watched as Ruth slid back further and directed Brett’s cock to her mouth and began to suckle on it. From my position just a few feet away, I had a good view of proceedings. Ruth was quite right about Brett’s cock, for it was substantial in size and bigger that any that I had encountered. It was long and thick with a large bulbous circumcised head, a substantial curve to the left allowed it drop to his navel whenever Ruth released it from her mouth. A wet tide mark just over the head indicated just how much Ruth was taking into her mouth. After a short time, she looked over at me.

“So, what do you think of this?” she whispered.

“Big.” was all I could think off in reply.

“Mmmmmm, it is such a nice big cock.” she replied. “Would you like to play with it?”

“No.”

“Aw c’mon, Brett reckons you’re kinda hot. Don’t you Brett?”

He looked over at me and smiled, “Sure I do.”

Then Ruth slid from the couch and smiled at me, “I got him ready, now he’s all yours. I’m going to bed.”

Ruth then simply left the room leaving Brett and I alone.

Brett looked over at me and smiled lustfully, “So, shall we play?”

My problem, I thought to myself, is that I was indeed aroused and interested. I knew that I should decline, but my silence was enough encouragement for Brett to roll from the couch and stand in front of me. In front of my face hung his erection just begging for attention; and I felt my hand rise involuntarily and touch it. I first examined its girth, and then its length to explore its erect and heavy hardness. Thick veins were visible on route to the large head which my fingers could not quite traverse.

Brett slipped to his knees before me and let his hands wander up under my nurse’s uniform; I felt my thighs part in expectation as they reached my panties. It had been a long while since a man had touched me, and I willingly raised my buttocks from the chair as Brett removed my panties. He slid my uniform up my thighs exposing my pussy to his eyes for the first time. He then gazed at my nakedness for a few seconds before his powerful arms lifted me and pulled my buttocks to the edge of the chair. With great anticipation, I spread my thighs wide and invited him to lick me, and then the disappointment started.

Right from the start, Brett’s unshaven face caused discomfort, his short whiskers scratching my smooth thighs. I opened them wider, only to find that his short bristly moustache irritating my normally receptive pussy. For a short time, I tried to ignore my discomfort, for his warm tongue felt nice on my clitoris, but I eventually had to pull away.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered.

“You need a shave; your whiskers are hurting me.”

“Sorry.” he replied raising his face from between my thighs.

I looked down to see his cock hovering close to my pussy, and with some trepidation I allowed him to lift my buttocks back to the edge of the chair. I watched as he guided the large head between my pussy lips and move it up and down for a little lubrication. He then placed it at my opening and applied a little pressure. The thick head popped in with ease, and I settled back on the chair as Brett began move inside me, each stroke slipping deeper inside me. My pussy while stretched as never before, seemed to accept Brett’s invading intentions easily, and the pleasure began to register, at least for awhile.

I began to relax after realising that I’d taken his full length, and for awhile Brett was gentle with me. With my legs around his waist, he fucked me slowly with fine long strokes, his fingers slowly caressing my clitoris. He unbuttoned my dress and eased my small breasts from my bra, and his tongue began exploring my erect nipples. And for awhile, it was all quite nice. But he soon began to pick up speed and slap hard into me, his full penetration causing me discomfort.

“Slow down.” I asked.

And for awhile he did, but it was almost if he couldn’t control himself. He again began to get more physical, and I tried to ease myself up the couch to limit his penetration, but his strong arms held me still.

“How about me sitting on you?” I suggested.

Brett nodded and slipped backwards from me allowing his cock to drop noisily from my pussy. I got to my feet and untangled my clothes allowing my uniform dress to fall to the floor before removing my bra. By the time I was nude; Brett had moved to the couch and was stroking himself in anticipation of my arrival.

“Just take it easy.” I asked while straddling his thighs and slipping upwards to his waiting erection.

Perching myself over his cock, I lowered my pussy over it inch by inch before beginning to ride him. His hands were soon exploring my breasts and thighs, and I slowly began to relax. I quite liked my pussy being stretched around Brett’s cock; it was a bit of a novelty being challenged. I like my loving making to be nice and slow, but again Brett had other ideas. With his large hands around my waist, he again began to thrust into me from beneath, and as much as I tried to stop him, he was just too strong.

I soon began to get a little pissed off with the whole thing; I was now horny as hell and in the need of some good loving. But it quickly dawned on me that I was experiencing the worst sex ever. Where was the tenderness and the passion, and where was the excitement and the expectation of a nice big orgasm? When Brett’s frantic thrusting showed no sign of abating, I pushed myself backwards away from him releasing his cock from my tormented pussy. By the time he’d realised what was going on, I’d managed to escape from his clutches.

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“What’s wrong?” he panted as he reached forward to take my wrist.

I stepped backwards out of reach.

“You’re too rough; I ain’t doing you no more.” I said.

“Aw please, don’t leave me like this.” he pleaded. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

“No.”

But his sorrowful face stirred some sympathetic feelings within me, and I just couldn’t walk away leaving him frustrated. Reaching form my handbag on the floor, I retrieved a tube of hand cream and returned to the couch.

“You’ll have to settle for a handjob.” I said while dribbling a line of white cream over the head.

By this time, Brett would have gladly agreed to anything rather than missing out. Taking him in hand, I began to rub the cream into his shaft, and was soon getting little moans of appreciation. I allowed his hands to wander freely over my still aroused but disappointed body, and was soon enjoying his finger on my clitoris. Making myself comfortable, I settled into a nice little rhythm. I’ve always quite enjoyed giving handjobs and like watching a man squirm under my skilful hand.

At first I usually vary my strokes; some encompassing the full length of the shaft, others just concentrating around the head. But with Brett I had to rethink my technique as my fingers and thumb didn’t quite meet. Turning my wrist slightly so that my finger tips were placing pressure on the underneath of his shaft, I soon began to get results. With long stokes I began to ease Brett towards his unearned orgasm, his erratic squirming and gasps of pleasure telling me that I was on the right track. To make sure I didn’t run out of lubrication at a critical moment, I added a little more hand cream for good measure.

As Brett was getting close to the grand finale, I realised that I had nothing to clean up with. Usually I’m better prepared and have some sort of towel ready to catch the mess. My eyes fell upon Ruth’s favourite long stemmed wine glass on the floor, and my devious mind came to the fore. Without breaking rhythm, I managed to hook the glass between my toes and drag the glass close enough to pick up. With one hand now pumping furious and the other poised with the glass, I stroked Brett to orgasm.

At the last moment, I placed the glass close the head of his large cock and caught his flying sperm as he ejaculated. After the powerful squirts came the remaining dribble, and I moved the glass to catch the rest as I milked him dry. I then ran my gooey fingers over the edge to capture all I could. At the end I had a small pool of cum in the bottom of the glass, for all the hard work and bravado involved in making Brett cum, there wasn’t exactly a lot to show for it. I then placed the glass on the floor where it wouldn’t be knocked over.

After politely waiting for Brett to return to earth, I picked up my clothes with my clean hand with the intention of going to bed. He got to his feet and put his arm around me.

“How about I come to bed with you; and we can try again in the morning?” he asked.

“No thanks, I’m tired and want to get a good nights sleep.”

“Aw c’mon, it’ll be fun in the morning.”

“Hey Brett, please take the hint, I’m not interested.”

“Aw c’mon, please let me.” he pleaded.

Now there’s nothing worse than a man’s plea’s, and like most nurses, I have little tolerance for people who try and make me do something I don’t want to.

“Look Brett, you may have a big dick, but that’s the worst sex I’ve ever had. If you think that you’re gonna stick that thing any where near me again, you’re dreaming.”

The look on his face was worth a thousand pictures, he must think he’s the greatest lover on earth or something, I can remember thinking.

“You’re too rough and all you did was hurt me. And the next time you think of giving some unlucky girl a licking, have a fucking shave first.” That must have sunk in, because Brett threw on his clothes and marched of the house slamming the door closed behind him. A few seconds later, a squeal of smoking tyres confirmed his departure. I just shrugged my shoulders and laughed. After confirming what a fickle lot men are, I picked up Ruth’s contaminated wine glass from the floor and placed it on the dining table. With a pen, I wrote ‘breakfast’ on a piece of paper, then propped it up against the glass and left it there for Ruth to find.

The silly thing about all this was that I was still horny. When I got into bed, my fingers were soon between my pussy lips looking for some sort of finality to the evening. Reaching into my drawer, I removed my trusty vibrator and began to pleasure myself towards a nice orgasm. In the end, I had to smile, a good looking guy with a big hard dick, and here I am consoling myself with a cheap piece of plastic and two batteries. What a joke. But the regret arrived soon after my orgasm; for it had been the first time I’d given my body to someone I didn’t care for. I felt like a cheap whore, the sex had been lacking, and I would no doubt have to face Brett again. It was a while before sleep finally found me.

The next morning, I arose in a slightly better frame of mind. After tossing a robe around myself, I ventured into the lounge and found Ruth sitting at the table. I noticed that the glass of cum was nowhere in sight, but Ruth’s snide smile told me that she’d caught the funny side to it.

“How was breakfast?” I asked while making coffee.

“Cold, bitter and hard to swallow.” was her reply. “How’d you make out with Brett?”

“Not good. In the end I gave him a handjob and sent him packing.”

“Didn’t you like doing it with him?”

“Nope, he was too rough. All he wanted to do was do it hard, and he’s too big for that.”

“Mmmmmmm, that’s how I like it, fast and hard.” Ruth replied.

I pulled a painful face, “Not for me. My pussy’s too delicate for that.”

“And what are you saying about mine? Ruth complained. “All big and baggy or something?”

“Probably. Anyway, I don’t think Brett will be coming back here. I told him it was the worst sex I’d ever had.”

Ruth grinned, “Oh dear, he wouldn’t have liked that.”

“He didn’t, he slammed the door on the way out.”

“Probably won’t come back now, looks like you’ve ruined my sex life too.” Ruth complained. “And I quite liked doing it with him.”

“Well after that lot, I’m gonna give some consideration to becoming a lesbian.” I joked.

“Really, have some tendencies in that direction, do you?”

“Nope, not until last night.” I joked. “But now I can see why women might be tempted; at least a woman would know how to treat another woman. There wouldn’t be any unshaven faces sand papering my pussy like Brett did last night.”

Ruth grinned, “I know what you mean. As much as I like a good licking, Brett wasn’t good at it. Maybe I’ll become a lesbian too, or bi on second thoughts, cause then I could get a little cock too.”

“Greedy bitch.” I commented.

Ruth laughed, “Anyway, a good thing about being a lesbian is that you wouldn’t get lockjaw from sucking dick. It’d be much easier licking pussy than having a great mouthful of cock.”

“Speaking from experience are you?” I asked.

“Nope, but after a few drinks I could get a little inquisitive.” she giggled.

Now I laughed, “I’ll think I’ll get rid of all the booze after breakfast.”

“Spoilsport, wouldn’t you like to have your pussy licked by another woman, just once? I know I would, just to see what its like.”

Ruth’s suggestion surprised me, and she laughed while getting up from the table and heading for the kitchen.

While I’ve never had real any lesbian desires, the sight of two women making love has never turned me off either. I’ve seen my fair share of adult movies with previous boyfriends and find them extremely stimulating, the odd scenes of two women in a passionate encounter certainly held my interest. But did I have any real interest in actually participating I asked myself, the answer was a definite no. But later that night when alone in my bed, I wasn’t so sure. My mind drifted in that direction, what would it be like to be touched by another woman, or have a woman’s tongue between my legs? Could I do it, I asked myself? Could I lie between a pair of female thighs and place my tongue in that special spot? What would it be like, I suspect it would be warm and wet, and what would it taste like? My previous lovers had never minded; so would I? My hand soon slipped downwards to my parted thighs to find myself wet and wanting. A short time later, I placed my favourite vibrator between my pussy lips and let it pleasure me to a very swift orgasm. But the next morning, the guilt of my impure thoughts arrived to torment me.

For the next few weeks, I had to put up with Ruth’s crude innuendos. Once Ruth cottoned onto the fact that I was a little uncomfortable about the girl on girl thing, I got the snide remarks, suggestions and all the jokes just to wind me up. I just laughed along with her and tried to give her as good as I got, but Ruth had a far quicker mind than I. Then on a Saturday night, the unthinkable happened.

I was home alone that night when a drunken Ruth arrived home from work, after no doubt stopping at a bar or two. After plonking herself down on the well worn couch, she began rummaging through her bag and soon produced a little bag of grass.

“Looky here.” she slurred. “A little bit of fun for us to play with.”

I didn’t have to be beaten into submission, and I joined Ruth on the couch as she rolled a big fat joint. It was good stuff, and a short time later, we were both sailing above the clouds without a care in the world. With the lights dimmed and the curtains closed, we laughed and giggled, and had a good time as the drug fuddled our minds.

“It’s a pity Brett isn’t here, this stuff makes me horny.” Ruth confessed between puffs. “Wouldn’t have to be Brett either; any old cock would do.”

“Too bad. You’re gonna miss out tonight.” I replied reaching for the joint.

“Mmmmmmmm, too bad, cause I’m real horny. Maybe you could lick my pussy.”

“And maybe I couldn’t.” was my reply.

“Well, I’ll lick yours if you lick mine. That’d be fair wouldn’t it?”

“You’d be no good at it.” I suggested.

“Really; and why would that be?”

“Cause, you’d probably talk all the way through it, like you do with everything else.”

Ruth laughed, “Anyone ever tell you that you’re a real bitch?”

“First time tonight.” I lied passing her back the joint.

“C’mon, let me lick your pussy.”

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Yep, I’m inquisitive and in the mood. But you have to have a turn too.”

I contemplated for a few seconds, could I go through with this I asked myself? I too was horny and in the mood for a bit of fun.

“Well?” she demanded.

“Dunno, I’m not sure.”

Ruth began searching through her bag and came out with a coin, she then held it up in her right hand for me to look at.

“What say we toss for it, heads I lick first, tails you lick first? Okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, she flicked the coin high up into the air, then caught it as it spun downwards and slapped it onto the back of her left hand. Removing her right hand, we both gazed down at the headed side of the coin.

“Okay, I loose.” Ruth cried. “I lick first.”

My heart was now pounding in trepidation as the scene had been set, could I get out of this, and did I really want to?

“I’ll have a shower first.” I suggested.

Without another word, I slipped off into the bathroom where I stood under the jets of hot water while rinsing myself thoroughly. I was both scared and excited, could I like it so much that I would become a lesbian. No, I convinced myself, for I liked men too much for that. But what if I liked it a lot, could I become bi? My mind was in turmoil as I dried myself and donned my thick robe. When I opened the door of the bathroom, Ruth pushed past me and closed the door behind her. At least she wanted her pussy to be clean for me, I reassured myself. I returned to the lounge and into the thick haze of marijuana smoke. Needing courage, I relit the joint and took another puff, and then another. I then paced the room nervously waiting for Ruth to return.

“Where shall we do it?” Ruth asked when she walked back into the room wearing her own robe.

With a pounding heart, I settled down onto the couch. Ruth pushed a footstool close by and then knelt before me before reaching for the joint in my hand. For a good thirty seconds, she smoked it slowly allowing the effects to flow through her body; then stubbed it out into the ashtray on the nearby coffee table.

“Okay, let’s do this.” she whispered.

I felt myself tremble as Ruth undid my robe and ease it apart; she then gazed over my body for a few seconds.

“Little tits.” she commented as her hands caressed my thighs. I jumped as her hands touched me for the first time, but allowed my thighs to be eased open. Ruth moved between my legs so that her face was close to my pussy, and for the first time I felt the gentle kiss of another woman on my upper thighs. I could feel her tongue gently lapping on my skin as she worked upwards on both thighs, and then the warmth of her breath as it closed on my waiting pussy. I again jumped as I felt Ruth’s exploring tongue slip between my lips. It lapped gently up and down my slit for a short time before it began work my clitoris. Her tongue began to delicately torment it, first tracing circles around it; then deliciously flicking over the top of it. It was nice I thought to myself, very nice in fact. I could feel my juices begin to run freely as my arousal grew. Ruth then gently sucked my clitoris into her mouth, and I sighed deeply as the pleasure soared through me.

I raised my leg high over the arm of the couch and raised the other onto the footstool. I then pushed my pussy against Ruth face; she met the challenge by sucking my pussy lips into her mouth and teasing them. My fingers found my erect nipples and lovingly tweaked them. I closed my eyes and slowly began to relax as I became more comfortable with the whole thing. The softness of Ruth’s face felt different than any man who’d been there before her, and being a woman maybe her technique was more intone with what another woman would want. I felt a finger slide inside me and begin working me, each time placing a little more pressure on my G-spot.

“How’s that?” Ruth whispered.

“Mmmmm, great, you’re doing just great.” I replied.

“It’s good down here too, I quite like doing this. Except for the odd rogue hair; now I know why guys like shaved pussies.”

I felt Ruth’s mouth return to my most desired spot, and with both hand and mouth, she worked me slowly into a state of absolute heavenly bliss. I began to rock my pussy against her as I settled into that pre-orgasmic rhythm, but instead of continuing on, Ruth removed her fingers from inside me. The disappointment flowed through me, as her fingers had been doing a splendid job. I then heard a familiar buzz, and then the unmistakable sensation of a vibrator slipping between my pussy lips. I opened my eyes to find Ruth grinning up at me.

“Surprise surprise.” she whispered. “This little baby is my favourite.”

I could feel the vibrator inside me was small, but the pleasure it brought me was instantaneous. Ruth’s mouth again settled over my pussy, and her warm tongue was soon gently tormenting my clitoris once again. My fingers continued playing with my erect and sensitive nipples, and I closed my eyes and let myself be taken. I can’t describe just how good this felt, but my whole body seemed to be on fire from the tips of my toes to my overworked brain. The pleasure flowed through, causing me to shudder in small involuntary spasms that seemed to get closer and closer. I lowered my feet to the floor and pushed back at Ruth as my orgasm approached.

“C’mon, a nice big fat orgasm for Auntie Ruth.” came a voice from below.

And when it did arrive, it did so with all the subtlety of a freight train.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.” I cried loudly as my body twisted and turned as the first waves shuddered through me.

And then with sharp little spasms, it ebbed slowly away leaving me drained and confused, for it was no doubt one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever experienced. By the time I’d come down to earth, Ruth had removed her face and the vibrator from my pussy, and was gently caressing my well spread thighs. The advantage of being a woman, she knew that a post-orgasmic clitoris is a delicate thing and needs to be left alone.

“You reckon I make a noise when I cum.” Ruth laughed. “Shit lady, the cops are likely to turn up after that racket.”

I laughed, “It’s all your fault. You sure you ain’t done this before? You sure seem good at it.”

“Nope, just womanly instinct. It’s good fun though, I quite liked it. Its all warm and wet, and you don’t get a sore jaw.”

I sat up and looked down at the vibrator that had helped me cum. It was like a small oval bullet with a thin cord at one end, the other end was connected to a small white box with dial on it.

“That’s fucking good, I’m gonna get me one of those.” I said.

Ruth picked it and spun it in the air, “It’s my baby; this is the one that does it for me every time.”

“So you can use that and I won’t have to go down on you?” I suggested.

Ruth’s face darkened as she got to her feet, “You ain getting out of it. I’m just going to wash my face and then it’s your turn. And you’d better do a good job of it too, or else I’ll staple your sweet little pussy shut.”

While nervously waiting for Ruth to return, the realisation of what I was about to do hit home. It wasn’t that I wanted to run away, I was excited but also anxious of the act I was about to perform. My eyes checked that the curtains were indeed closed and that no one could see us. My fingers slipped under my robe and between my sticky thighs, my clitoris now willing to accept a little toying. I was surprised at my arousal, for most times after orgasm I’m not that interested anymore. For a few seconds I tormented my well worn clitoris, but stopped when I heard Ruth’s returning footsteps. I rose from the couch as she entered the room with all the confidence of woman who was gonna get a good work out. She grinned at me as she slipped the robe from her body and stood before me in her naked splendour.

“Okay, where do you want me?” she asked while placing a newly washed vibrator onto the arm of the chair.

Without waiting for an answer, she slipped onto the couch in the same position as I was but a few minutes before. My eyes fell to Ruth’s substantial breasts; they were large and round with huge nipples. As a nurse, I’d seen thousands of both male and female bodies, but they were never considered in a sexual context. This was hugely different, and for a few seconds I let my eyes wander over Ruth’s curves. Below her breasts, her pale body tapered down to her waist and then flared outwards to her generous hips. Her thighs were large and round, not fat but firm, powerful and shapely looking. Her legs were closed and I couldn’t yet see what lay between them, but I knew that time had now arrived. I took a deep breath and stepped closer to a patiently waiting Ruth, placing a pillow on the floor to protect my bonny knee’s, I knelt before her.

I slowly eased her thighs apart and got my first glimpse of the first pussy I was ever to play with. My first observation was that it had been shaved smooth from the top of the lips down, only a tuft of dark wild curls remained above. A pair of full lips awaited me below, shiny no doubt from her arousal and high expectations of what was about to follow. The tip of her clitoris peaked out at me from between her partly parted lips. Ruth mistook my delay in going further as a sign of hesitation.

“Hey, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” she offered.

“Oh, but I do.” I replied without hesitation.

I eased Ruth’s thighs further apart and moved forward so that I reach her. The warmth radiating from her private parts hit me before my tongue made contact with her inner thigh. She sighed deeply as I ran my tongue upwards to those large welcoming lips. I allowed my tongue to explore the smoothness of her outer lips, at the same time allowing me to sample the taste. It was similar to my own and I felt no revulsion as my tongue slipped between her lips and into her large deep slit. I relished the absolute silkiness of her insides, and marvelled at the warm wet sensation. Ruth squirmed beneath me as I pushed my mouth between those lips and allowed my tongue to explore further. At this moment, any inhibitions I may have had disappeared. I can do this I told myself.

With my fingers, I eased her lips apart to get a look at her clitoris. It looked like a small male penis, and I began to suckle on it like I had done to so many before. Well not that many really. Ruth began to rotate her pussy against my face in appreciation, and before long my face was soaking in her juices. I eventually lowered my mouth so that my tongue could slip inside her opening. Thinking back to how I liked my pussy played with, I then began to suck her lips into my mouth and suckle on them in turn. Between moving from one to the other, my tongue would slip into her opening and caress her inner lips.

“Jeeeeeezus, you’re a dirty bitch.” Ruth murmured from above.

I responded by giving her clitoris a playful little bite, resulting in her buttocks lifting from the couch and her substantial thighs closing briefly around my ears. After awhile, I changed tact and slipped a finger inside her, and then another. With my mouth firmly over Ruth’s clitoris, I began to slide my fingers in and out of her. Ruth immediately began to move her pussy in time with me; and little familiar groans of pleasure were soon greeting my ears.

By now I was enjoying myself. I liked the warm softness of Ruth’s pussy and the smoothness of her inner thighs. Her pussy was warm, wet and inviting, and the act was excitingly different from the normal man on woman sex I was so accustomed to. I was content to kneel before her and provide her as much pleasure as I possible could, and her appreciation was certainly apparent and forth coming.

“Put the vibrator in.” she suggested after awhile.

I obliged, and slipped the small bullet between her lips and pushed it in with my fingers. Using the small controller at the end of the cord, I then turned it on to about half speed. I could feel it working as soon as my tongue returned to her clitoris, the little vibrations sneaking up my tongue and into my mouth.

I could sense the tension building in Ruth, the little jerky movements becoming more urgent, her groans and moans of pleasure increasing as each second ticked away. The use of the vibrator allowed my hand to stray between my own thighs, and I found myself still aroused and wet. I gently played with myself but taking care not to detract from my more important task of pleasuring Ruth. My own pleasure however did not last for long. Ruth began moving erratically and I needed both hands on her thighs to hold her still enough for my mouth to continue working its erotic charm. My face was now absolutely sopping with Ruth’s juices, her ever moving pussy was gyrating under against my mouth and nose. I eased the speed up on the vibrator a little as the batteries had done a fair amount of work this night.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, that’s soooo fuuuuckin nice.” she whispered. “Ohhhhhhhh this is gonna be reeeeeal goooood.”

A few seconds later, Ruth let out a load groan as she lifted her buttocks high from the couch. It sort of caught me unexpectedly and my face slipped from between her pussy lips, Ruth’s reached for my face and directed it straight back to where she wanted it.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Ruth sighed as she rubbed my submissive face around her gyrating pussy for the next few seconds.

I held on to Ruth’s thighs for grim death, for I didn’t want to ruin her moment of fun, eventually she began to relax backwards onto the couch and away from my face. Her hand appeared down at her pussy and found the vibrator cord; she then eased the still buzzing contraption from her and dropped it onto my lap for me to turn off.

“Holyyyyyyyyy fuuuuuuck, that was sooooo gooood.” she whispered as she began to return to earth.

For a bit of fun, I leaned forward and slipped my tongue to her exposed clitoris, and her face grimaced in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“No no nooo.’ she squealed while trying to wriggle away from my playful tongue. “Don’t be a bitch.”

I sniggered and leaned back away from her swiftly closing thighs, for I didn’t want to get my head jammed in there. Just to cause a bit more trouble, I picked up Ruth’s robe and wiped her juices from my face. It was a waste of time really, for she leaned back on the couch with closed eyes and a very contented look on her face.

Mmmmmmm.” she whispered after a few seconds. “You sure you haven’t done this before?”

“Nope.”

“Well, anytime you want to try it again, you just call on me. That was something else.”

“I’ll remember that.” I replied while making myself comfortable on the floor.

I guess it was a few minutes later that the guilt and the embarrassment of what we did began to set in. We both made excuses and drifted back to our own respective bedrooms. For me, it was mixed emotions. I was excited about what had happened, how I guided another person to an orgasm in a way never before. My hand again strayed downwards and between my legs, and I slowly pleasured myself. But the guilt also floated through my head, what if someone found out, and what would they think? Even though the acts we performed on each other it were supposed to be taboo, it was also different and passionate, and felt lovely too. I enjoyed the act of giving as much as the receiving, the silky sensation of slipping my tongue between Ruth’s pussy lips, the taste and warmth also enticingly good. I enjoyed her groans of pleasure and the gyrating of her pussy on my face. Should I feel guilty I asked myself? Only time will answer that question.

The next morning, Ruth and I tip toed nervously around each other. But Ruth being a stronger person than I; slipped her arm around my shoulders and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“That was good fun last night, and I’ll never forget it.” she stated. “There’ll never be any regrets on my part.”

I smiled back at her, “Me neither.”

And after that, everything was okay.

What happened that night was never repeated. Not long after, Ruth got a new man in her life, and was totally in lust if not love. Many a night I would lie in my bed and listen to her little moans of pleasure, and I would smile in her happiness. My love life improved too, a new man here and there for me to love. About six months afterwards, Ruth suggested that she would like a little more privacy for her and her man, and wanted me to find a new place to live sometime in the near future, but there was no rush. Again, it was time for me to spread my wings, and I soon found my own place and got on with life.

All this happened ten years ago, and my life has certainly changed since. I’m now a wife to a wonderful man, and the mother to two beautiful young children. Like most men, my husband has some interest in my previous love life, but I’ve never told him about that night with Ruth. Maybe I will one day, who knows. The guilt has long since departed, and I will always remember that night for what it was. Just two inquisitive people experimenting in life and love. Would I ever do it again, some people might ask? I just might be tempted under the right circumstances. Only time will tell.