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    A Day At The Beach – a Lesbian Pussy Licking Sexstory

    21 December, 2019 (16:01) | Lesbian Sex Stories | By: admin

    By Phoebe

    **

    I’ve always had a self-image problem. I don’t think
    that I’m very pretty and I know that I’m not
    comfortable in most social situations. Ever since I
    was in kindergarten I’ve been shy and quiet at
    school. But when I finally started high school things
    rapidly changed for me.

    It was about half way through my freshman year that I
    met Karen and her friends. I’d known who they were of
    course, because they were very out going and everyone
    saw them around school. It was in Freshman English
    that I found myself teamed up on a project with
    Karen. For some reason we hit it off right away and
    before I knew what I’d agreed to, I was going to the
    beach with “the gang” that weekend.

    I live in San Diego and the beach is only a few miles
    away from my house, but you could count on one hand
    the amount of times I’d actually been. Well, I was
    really nervous about my upcoming trip with “the gang’
    not knowing how to act or even what to wear. Being a
    14-year-old “very insecure” girl is no fun, let me
    tell you. I spent the rest of the week worrying about
    every little detail and imagining every little thing
    that could go wrong and was just about to throw in
    the towel by Friday.

    But it turned out that I wanted to go more than I
    wanted to stay safe. For some reason I was excited
    about this trip with my classmates, and I think I was
    also a little tired of always missing out on what
    looked like fun to me.

    Anyway, Saturday morning finally came and Karen and
    “the gang” showed up at my house honking horns and
    making lots of noise that had me racing out to meet
    them and trying to quiet them down before my parents
    came out to see what all the fuss was about.

    Karen casually introduced then we all piled into the
    back of the pickup truck and headed for the beach.
    There were 5 of us that day, Brad, (who was driving)
    Marcy his girlfriend, Bobby and Karen and myself. I
    immediately started obsessing that I hadn’t brought a
    boy of my own, not that I knew any boys well enough
    to have invited any.

    But after reaching the beach and getting down to the
    oceans edge and having played around in the water and
    sunned in the sand for several hours I forgot that I
    was dateless. As a matter of fact I was enjoying
    myself more because I was single than if I’d had a
    boy like Marcy and Karen did.

    It turned out that there were many more boys at the
    beach than girls and for whatever reason I was a hit
    with all the single guys. I’d never had that much
    attention from boys before and I even got friendly
    encouragement from Karen to “go for it” when guys
    would prowl around our site.

    It was about 4:30 p.m. and at least 2 too many beers
    later when Karen started talking about leaving for
    home. For the first time I noticed that Bobby had
    left the group and that Karen looked a little miffed
    at my popularity. Apparently they’d had an argument
    earlier and he’d stalked off. I certainly didn’t want
    to make an enemy of my new friend so I quickly agreed
    with her, which seemed to please her.

    I’d been flirting all afternoon and I’ll have to
    admit that all these boys making a fuss over me had
    really excited me. I guess I was even somewhat
    aroused by all their manly attention. I know that I
    had been fantasizing about several of them; wondering
    what they’d be like sexually, and what they would
    look like naked.

    Apparently my arousal had an obvious effect that I
    wasn’t aware of, because once we started out onto the
    freeway Karen and I in the back again, she said,
    “Looks like you’ve had some fun today, ” and she
    nodded at me, looking meaningful at my crotch area.

    At first I didn’t understand what she meant, then I
    looked down at my cutoffs and realized that I had a
    big wet spot right between my legs. At first I was so
    embarrassed that I wanted to die. I’d never had sex
    before but I’d masturbated many times and knew how
    messy I could get. I also knew that I got wetter than
    what was deemed “normal” but had never given it any
    real thought before this moment.

    My embarrassment turned to a rigid fright when Karen
    slid over to me and began tugging at the snap on my
    cutoffs. I struggled with her for a moment and she
    stopped and looked into my eyes as if to say, ‘what’s
    the problem?’ We stared at each other for a moment
    longer then she reached out and slowly, with the palm
    of her hand against my forehead, pushed me down into
    a lying position onto the bed of the pickup.

    Vaguely I saw Marcy looking through the back window
    of the cab at us. Then I stiffened as I felt Karen
    tugging at the material of my damp cutoffs. She
    wasn’t trying to remove them any more, but just to
    pull the moist material to one side so she could see
    my pussy.

    I was mortified, but at the same time I was excited
    and I really didn’t know how to respond. Nothing like
    this had ever happened to me before, and I was kind
    of in shock. When Karen’s fingers started to rub
    against me down there I almost cried out. It felt
    nice, very nice, but I was frightened and started to
    get up…

    Karen stopped me from rising and gently pushed me
    back into a lying position as she bent her face to my
    crotch. I stopped breathing when I felt her tongue
    against my cunt lips. I couldn’t believe what was
    happening to me. I mean here we were, driving down
    the freeway in full view of anyone who looked our way
    and Karen was giving me head for the world to see. It
    blew my mind.

    In a daze I looked up to see Marcy with her camera
    pointing out the sliding window between the cab of
    the truck and us. She was snapping pictures of Karen
    eating me! Again I started to struggle, but Karen
    began to rub between my legs at the same time kissing
    and licking at my clit. I couldn’t fight her any more
    and lay back to let her do whatever she wanted to me.
    It felt so good, like nothing I’d ever experienced
    before.

    I knew that Marcy was catching this all on film, but
    that just made the whole thing more perverted and
    erotic. I orgasmed then and I know that Karen must
    have gotten quite a shot of girl-come right in her
    mouth, but to my surprise she didn’t pull away in
    disgust. She actually began to lap and suck at me
    even harder and faster than before, making me come
    again and again.

    Finally I couldn’t take any more. I was so sensitive
    that anything Karen did down there began to be
    uncomfortable, and finally I was able to push her
    from between my legs. We just laid beside each other
    and watched the clouds passing by overhead as the
    pickup turned off the freeway and onto the arterial
    road that lead to my neighborhood.

    By the time we reached my house I’d recovered and was
    sitting up looking into Karen’s eyes and she stared
    back at me silently. As I climbed out of the truck
    and was retrieving my stuff, Karen said gaily, “So,
    what about it? Next Saturday, same time same place?”

    I looked at Brad and Marcy who were watching us, then
    back to Karen, and answered, “Sure, why not…

    **

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