I swear I was born horny with my finger in my pussy.  I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t staring at either a huge bulge in a guy’s pants, or a girl with big tits.  I could never decide which I wanted more……both.

My parents had an “open marriage” that is open until the time my father decided to move out to be with the male model (Uncle Todd) who used to go down on him in his study.  They forgot to close the vertical blinds one afternoon so I watched through the glass doors as I sat in the tulip bed rubbing my pussy through my satin panties.

Dad moved out and Sara “the housekeeper” moved in.  Sara was only three years older than I was, she being 20 and I was 17.  She came from Scandinavia.  She was tall, thin, beautiful.  She had tits the size of cantaloupes.  They rose high and jutted out and it seemed her pointy nipples were always visible through those thin, tight T-shirts.  (I later learned she had store bought tits…..all the better to feel you up, my dear.)  She would wear skin tight yoga pants while performing the household chores.  It always seemed her pussy was bulging through the crotch seam.  That delicious pussy looked so fat, so chubby to me.  I could not help staring.   My cunt would throb, my clit would swell and I would have to run to my room to finger.   Sara was hot.  She was the hottest girl I had ever seen.  Unfortunately my mother thought she was hot too.  Mom would act like an idiot, all flirty and silly around Sara.  It made me want to barf.  Sometimes they would be in Mom’s room with the door locked.  It didn’t take rocket science to figure out what was going on.  At seventeen, one is not unaware.

Sara would catch me staring at her tits.  She would smile, say nothing, but it seemed she would thrust her pussy out more and stare into my eyes.  Was she seducing me?  Her bedroom was across from mine and she often left her door open (much to my delight) as she walked around with her tits popped out of her tight tank top.  She wore crotchless thongs and her smooth pussy would bulge out.  I would stare, finger myself and start flicking my tongue, I was so hot for her.

She had to know she was torturing me.

One afternoon when Mom was at work, she caught me watching her (what did she expect with her door open).  She invited me into her room to see the pretty ditties she bought as she tried them on, shelf bras, crotchless thongs.  I couldn’t figure out how she got her pussy so chubby and swollen (I had yet to learn about pussy pumps).  All I knew was if I did not get to feel those tits and tongue that pussy, I would go mad with frustration.   However, I had never been with a girl before and was afraid to look like an idiot.

Sara took my hands and brought them up to her gorgeous tits.  She whispered in my ear “when you turn 18, I will teach you what you want to learn.  In your country, an older woman with an underage girl can get into trouble.”  She was then 21 and I was about to be 18.  What’s the big deal?

Mom had to go out of town the week of my 18th birthday.  It was Sara and I all alone in that big house.  I knew she was my mother’s pussy partner but I didn’t care.  She was way closer to my age.   We started watching some lesbian porn and I was getting hotter and hotter.   Slowly, gently Sara put her hand between my thighs and very softly inched her way up to my swollen pussy.  I was bare under a skin tight micro mini skirt which barely covered my ass.  She grazed her finger against my swollen clit and whispered in my ear  “Tonight is for you”.  We started deep tongue kissing.  I never knew sucking a girls tongue could be so hot.  She flicked her tongue on my lips tormenting me, then stuck it deeply into my mouth and I started sucking it.  We sucked, licked, and fingered each other’s mouths.  I could feel those firm huge tits rubbing on mine and I started feeling them, jiggling them, pulling on those hard, pointy nipples.  Her tits felt so good I couldn’t get enough of them.   All the while we were tongue kissing and Sara was cupping my little ass, grinding her fat pussy into mine.  (I was so glad I got myself  lasered when I was 16.  My pussy was as smooth as a baby’s and so was Sara’s.)

Eventually she whispered…”sweet, little virginal bitch, it is time I took you to bed”.

Her sheets were satin and so soft, with the fragrance of vanilla and Egyptian white musk.  From her drawer she took out white satin ribbons.  She tied my ankles to the posts of her bed and my wrists to the headboard posts.  I was at her mercy, with legs spread wide and hands over my head.

Ever so gently she straddled my hips rubbing her pussy against mine.  Her tongue was deep in my mouth driving me wild with those huge tits close enough to suck and feel but I was tied up.  She worked her tongue down to my tits, licking, flicking, sucking the nipples as I started thrusting my pussy begging her to fuck  me.  “Not yet, little bitch”.   She licked down to my smooth mound and started gently fingering the upper most part of my legs where the leg and the pussy lips meet.  The pleasure was driving me insane.  She licked my clit and sucked on it.  It was hard and fat and my pussy was dripping with those juices of desire.  She fingered my cunt, sucked on my clit as I screamed “fuck me, fuck me”.  She thrust her tongue into my cunt and started pumping her tongue in there, pumping, flicking, pumping, flicking.  I exploded with pleasure begging her to untie me so I could feel her, finger her, lick, suck and fuck her.  “Not tonight, Little Bitch.  This night is for you, but you also need to be punished for looking at my tits and cunt all the time.”

She did untie me.  However, she made me sit in a chair and watch as she sat at the edge of her bed, fingering her engorged pussy and jiggling her tits.  I was getting hot again.  “No Bitch, you don’t get to finger yourself, you just get to watch”.  She exploded with her own pleasure.

Next she brought out a present for me.  Inside the box were some sex toys, dildos, pussy pump, vibrators.  “We are going to use these on that hungry little cunt of yours.”

I finally got fucked by Sara!  The question remained, is she was still going to be fucking my mom.

All through high school I dated boys and never thought that I was a lesbian.  Guys were nice to me but I never understood what all of the fuss was about.  I kissed guys but did little else.  The last boyfriend that I ever had tried to get me more interested in sex by watching a few xxx movies together.  It backfired on him in a big way because when I saw the girl on girl action I became so wet that I was almost afraid that he could smell my wet snatch.  From that point on I looked at women with lust and desire and finally realized what a boy was supposed to make me feel inside.  Several weeks later I got up the nerve to talk to the only woman that I knew for sure was a lesbian.  She was name Kate and happened to be a teacher at the high school that I attended.  I approached Kate off campus and asked to talk to her.  I did not mentioned what I needed to discuss but I think she had a good idea.

Long story short, I went to her apartment on a friday night after school and Kate welcomed me with conversation and began to seduce me.  She asked if I would like to kiss her or to touch her.  The whole thing made me so hot and Kate was hot too.  Tall and athletic with short spikey hair.  I kissed her and felt her breasts and then she had me kneel in front of her as she stood and placed her pussy right in my face.  I knew what she wanted and I did not let Kate down.  She came all over my mouth.  Eventually we made our way to her bed and she took me over and over that night.  We began a torrid relationship that only ended when she moved back east.  I am not out to my family and they are wondering when I will meet the right guy.  I can say it here, that it will never happen!

I am happily married to a man but have always really gotten off easily while watching girls go at it in pornos.  I have never given it much thought, although my husband gets really turned on by it.  I have always been content for it to just be fantasy.  Anyway, one night not long ago I was sleeping over with my friend Kristen while her husband was out of town.  I started looking through her movie library for a movie we could watch and came across an unlabeled tape.  So I took it out of the sleeve and saw that it was called “strap on sally” at first I wasn’t sure what it was so I asked.  As soon as the words came out of my mouth I realized what I had asked and was so embarrassed that I turned bright red.  But she just sat there looking at me and asked if I wanted to watch it later.  This should not have surprised me since I know Kristen has been with other girls before, but I was so embarrassed that I turned it down.  But it was on my mind the rest of the afternoon, well, later that night we put her daughter to bed and got ready for bed ourselves, and started watching some tv.

Kristen got into a long t-shirt and panties and sat at the other end of the couch and was not making any effort to cover herself with her t-shirt.  I started to get a little hot and bothered and just decided to blurt out that I would like to watch that movie.  So she put it in and I started to get really hot and at one point I looked over at Kristen who had her hand in her panties with her legs spread.  I was so hot that I just stuck my hand down my pjs and started to play with myself.  Then trista pulled her panties off and by this time I was so horny that I came that very instant.  As I was coming I looked over at Kristen and she looked over at me and put one leg in the air showing me her pussy and asked me if I liked it, and I think I came again a couple of times.  It was the best orgasm I think I have ever had and she didn’t even have to touch me.  Shortly after, Kristen came and then we though we heard her daughter wake up so we got paranoid and turned the movie off.  Ever since then I have been really horny for a girl to eat me out and can’t wait for my next opportunity to be alone with Kristen.  I won’t be so shy next time.

I was extremely overweight most of my life.  Wether by fault of my own insecurities or the attitudes of others I didn’t have a lot of friends.  Julie was my best friend.  We first met in 2nd grade.  After high school my weight and all the other problems that it caused finally got to me and I decided to do something about it.  By the end of my senior year I had lost almost 100 lbs.  To celebrate the summer she took me shopping for my first ever bikini.  We got back to her parents house and I tried it on.  She quickly pointed out all the little hairs poking out the sides of my bottom.  Was never a problem before given the style of my previous suits.  She offered to “trim” me up a little.  I said I could take care of it myself when I got home.  It was forgotten for the moment and we then began to raid her dad’s liquor cabinet.

After several shots of Tequila and her continued persistance I finally agreed to let her shave me.  I remember how embarassed I felt at first, laying on the floor, legs spread wide with her sitting between them.  She began using scissors to trim back the hair.  Occassionally her fingers would hit a sensitive spot but I really didn’t think much of it.  She was just doing what she had to.  Eventually she pulled out the razor.  As she was rubbing the shaving cream on me her fingers again would touch me in my more sensitive areas.  Then she began to use the razor while using her other hand to manipulate the areas she was shaving, quite often rubbing my clit or slightly penetrating me.  She would pause from time to time to apply baby oil to the area she just shaved telling me how it would reduce the irritation.  I was drunk, didn’t know about it and didn’t care.  Just lay there and let her do whatever.  This “teasing” went on for almost an hour as she would shave one small area at a time and then the baby oil.  The frequency that she made contact with my clit or penetrated me also was increasing.  By now I was extremely aroused but not knowing for sure that she was doing these things intentionally I tried not to let it show.  A few more minutes went by and by now I was dripping wet.  ’How could she not notice how her touching me was effecting me?’  that’s when, through the alcohol haze I realized her touches had to be intentional.  Wather they were or not, by this point I didn’t care.  The next time her fingers entered me I wrapped my legs tightly around her waist and thrust myself against her hand pulling her fingers deep inside me.  My hands immediatly pulled my t shirt up and began fondling my breasts as I yelled “I can’t take it anymore. ” All I heard her say was, “It’s about time you gave in.  ” and with that she leaned forward.

The instant her lips and tongue came in contact with me I was screaming from the most intense orgasm (should say orgasms ) I had ever had.  Her parents were due home any minute, so that night we had a two girl sleepover at my house where I was finally able to make her feel the way she made me feel earlier.  We didn’t have a collection of toys to play with but did everything we could think of with our bodys, hands and tongues.  It was during that time that she confessed to me that she had been bi since 8th grade but was afraid to tell me since she knew I was totally straight.  But not anymore.  Since that time I have only been with her.  Unfortunatly she recently moved away to go to college.  But spring break is next week.

I once slept with my girlfriends mother.  ’Tammy’ and I had been dating for about 4 months.  We had an open relationship – she was bisexual and wanted to continue seeing boys, I am 100% lesbian and usually have more than one woman in my life at any given time anyway.  What I didn’t know was that her mother was bisexual as well.  Her parents had divorced years before, so it was just Tammy and her 40 year old mother ‘Diana’ living at the house.  I always thought she was a pretty cool Mom.  I mean, she had to know Tammy and I were fucking in her house.  Even if she’d never heard us doing it, she did catch us snuggling half-naked under a blanket together, watching tv late one night.

Anyway, Diana and I were sort of friends whether she knew I was her daughter’s lover or not.  Because of that, I’d stop by the house frequently, even if Tammy was gone.  Which is what I did one summer evening while Tammy was away at some college retreat thing.  Diana had just come home from a date, so she was dressed up beautifully, but wasn’t in the happiest of moods.  Apparently the date didn’t go well at all and she was feeling down on herself.  At one point she referred to herself as unattractive, and I interrupted her and told her that was far from true.  That seemed to spark something between us, because 10 minutes later we were talking and drinking wine together on the couch.  15 minutes after that we were really close, giving each other a peck here and there.  10 minutes after that, her dress and heels were on her bedroom floor next to my jeans and flannel and we were wildly making love on her bed.

I’ve heard of several men who have fantasies about having relationships with a mother and her daughter, but that’s just not very common in the lesbian circles.  If it wasn’t bad enough that I slept with her that night, we continued our affair through the next 6 days.  Each day after work, I’d go to diana’s house and we’d spend the evening hanging out, watching movies, and eventually having sex.  This went on everyday until Tammy came home.  To top it all off, Diana and I made love one last time on sunday afternoon, then swore to never ever tell Tammy (or anyone else ) what happened.  9 hours later, after Tammy had arrived home, she and I had ‘welcome home’ sex on her basement couch.  I kind of find the idea of kissing Tammy with taste of her mother still on my lips both revolting and erotic at the same time.  But now I’ve confessed, and I feel better – even though this is anonymous.