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20-08-2016, 07:23 PM
Bees, I am not writer of this story but I liked and decided to share of course after some editing. Now this story goes here as:
It had been 3 weeks since that fateful day when Helen, and her daughter Clare, had discovered the vibratory delights of their washing machine, and as a consequence had gone on to make passionate love to one another. Helen's first lesbian experience was at the tender age of 42. The incident had been praying heavily on Helen's mind ever since. Surprisingly it was not the jealous aspect that concerned her. Clare had been positively enthusiastic to make love to her mum, and had instigated some very lewd behavior! No, it was the lesbian aspect. Helen had never felt any sexual attraction to other women before. In fact she regarded herself as a strictly heterosexual cock loving mother of two! She loved the feeling of her husband's fat cock stretching her pussy as he slipped slowly into her, and then reveled in the fullness she felt as he drove it in and out of her wet pussy. She also loved cum. Many women she knew hated the taste and feel of cum and avoided giving their partner a blow job if they could help it. Helen loved it. She greedily sucked on his cock, and made sure that when he did come the stringy jets of jizz landed on her face, and preferably in her mouth, where she savored it, before swallowing it down. However, she had now started to fantasize about women all the time, and in fact was becoming a little obsessed. She would see attractive women in the street and wonder; had they ever licked pussy; were they gay or straight; was their pussy shaved or hairy like hers? Where were these thoughts coming from, why now, and most importantly, why had it taken her so long to discover the delights of Sapphic love? It was a warm sunny afternoon and Helen's best friend Laura had come round for one of their regular coffee and chat sessions. Helen and Laura had first met in high school and become firm friends. They were inseparable as teenagers and had kept in close contact ever since. Laura was godmother to Helen's daughter Clare, who always referred to her as Aunty Laura. Helen and Laura were physically very similar -- tall and slim with firm D cup breasts; the sort of figures that always attracted male attention. The only difference was their coloring. Helen was the typical English Rose with clear pale skin and long light brown hair. Laura, on the other hand had a long mane of fiery red hair, and typical of redheads, had a very light covering of freckles on her face, arms and upper body, which only served to enhance her overall attractiveness. They were relaxing on the sofa chatting about nothing in particular when Laura suddenly said, "What's the matter Helen?" "Nothing," she lied, "why do you say that?" "You seem very distracted. What is it? Missing Martin already, not getting enough cock?" asked Laura. "Where has he gone by the way?" Days in Dubai on business," said Helen. "No, I'm fine, although I am going a little short!" "When Dave used to go away I'd end up fucking myself with all sorts," said Laura. "I used to go to bed early with a bottle of wine, and watch tally. I'd usually fall asleep, but when I woke up horny in the morning all I needed to do was reach for the empty bottle and give myself a really good fucking. It was lovely. I think the feel of cool smooth glass sliding in and out of a hot and horny pussy is exquisite." Helen laughed, "I know what you mean, and I try all sorts, but mostly dildos or vibrators. However I 'discovered' the washing machine the other week. That was wonderful, we loved it." "We?" queried Laura. Helen, realizing her slip up, quickly said, "Me and my pussy." "Oh, I see," said Laura in a suspicious tone, but said no more.
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