My Lesbianism and Love of Good Cock.

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My Lesbianism and Love of Good Cock.I was twenty when I first encountered him, and even then, by accident.It had started to rain, and it was getting harder by the minute, until the heavens quite literally opened up, trapping myself and two slightly tipsy teenage girls in the bus shelter.The gutters were awash with the torrents, and the two scantily clad girls, were feeling the cold of the sudden pressure drop, no wonder one reached into her shoulder beg and produced a bottle of partially drunk Vodka, she took a deep swig and passed it to her friend, who did likewise.They swayed somewhat on their high heels, but other than that, were pretty attractive, with nicely shaped legs, stocking clad of course, short provocative skirts and exhibiting nipples, unfettered by brassieres.’Would you like a drink’, one asked me, thrusting the open bottle in my direction.I smiled as I looked at her, myself on the other hand was dressed in a more repressed state for a girl of twenty at University, studying Medicine.I smiled warmly, trying hard not to appear snobbish, ‘What is it’, I asked, with a hint of naivety, it worked, and both girls giggled, ‘It’s Fuck Juice’, one said, clearly starting to feel the effects from its intoxication on her.The look on my face spurred the other girl to chip in, ‘Ignore her, she said friendly, it’s just Vodka, she was looking intently at me, up and down, as if sizing me up as a potential candidate.I lifted the bottle to my lips and poured a good measure into my mouth and swallowed, unladylike, that one action warming me, both from the effects of the Vodka, and the other from her intent gaze.I handed the bottle back to her as a warm glow poured from my stomach, and I could feel my nostrils flare as her body scent flooded my senses. She reached out as our eyes did not break contact, took hold of the offered bottle, and raised it to her mouth, only this time, rimming her pink tongue all around the bottle opening, before pushing it past her pouting lips and swallowing.I swallowed hard, I knew our saliva’s connected, and I felt it deep in my crotch, she was teasing me, tempting me, ‘God I thought am I really exhibiting a closet lesbianism’?’Where are you going’, she asked, as she passed the bottle bahis siteleri to her friend, who thankfully had been distracted, as we had our bonding moment.’I am going back to the halls’, I answered, my tone and accent sounded superior, and her pretty face adopted a quizzed look, ‘Residence’, I added, ‘Halls of Residence, I’m a student, studying medicine’, it came out staccato like a machine gun, and when her facial features softened, I smiled, all the time my eyes and hers remained locked.’What do you Ladies do’, I queried?We work in the Mill, she sounded embarrassed, almost apologetic, I nodded as she spoke, being drawn to her, she certainly excited me in a sexual way, and I could feel my loins knotted, with a deep hidden desire.Suddenly her friend squealed, something had caught her eye as the rain abated. Across the street a light had just switched on, and as I looked, a naked man had entered, he had a huge erection, and was busy showing it to us, three females in the bus stop.I burst out in laughter, followed by the other two, but we all looked at him, not because he was an Adonis type of men, indeed the exact opposite, he was way too old, but his cock was big, that was clear, and my night just got better.’Can I have another drink please’, I asked, ‘Sure Doctor’, the girl with the bottle teased, and handed it to me.I raised it to my mouth, and from the corner of my eye, saw her friend watch me closely. As the bottle entered my mouth, and the girl who had handed it to me, stared at our new attraction, I pushed my tongue into the neck of the bottle, then closed my lips around the neck and took another deep draw on the Vodka, making sure she could see my sexual toying with my tongue.Our new friend across the street was now wanking himself, in front of his bay window, much to the glee of the other girl, who looked at him, then suggested we should go over and take turns with him, she was getting drunk, we were all getting there, but I felt she was testing me, and as if proving myself right, she asked me outright, if I thought it a good idea?’If we did’, I replied, looking her in the eye, ‘two of us would be disappointed’.’Why’, she asked? ‘Because, I think he would cum in the first girl he was bedava bahis fucking’I took another swig from the rapidly emptying bottle, ‘The bus is coming’, her friend said, noting the guy opposite had disappeared and turned out his light, as the bus drew up to the stop.’Do you want to come with us’, she asked me, her eyes pleading?I shook my head in the negative, ‘I can’t, I need to study, perhaps another time’, I added, I was sorry to see her go, I wanted to bed her, spend a night with her and have sex, and as the bus drew to a stop and the doors opened, she came up to me and pushed a piece of paper into my hand, ‘Call me’, and then she placed her pouting lips onto mine and pressed hard into them, it was passionate and our tongues met, there was no doubting her intentions, and I kissed back, pushing my own tongue into her mouth.We broke and we both acknowledged our intentions, as she turned and boarded the bus, and it drove off, leaving me standing alone in the shelter.Those large mouthful’s of Vodka left me in a warm mood, I could feel my heart pounding and fluttering, her lips tasted sweetly, and there was a hint of her breath on my own.I looked left and right down the length of the dreary street, deserted and miserable, but her warmth lingered and as I imagined her more, I undid my denims button and released the zipper to allow my hand to slip down the front, I started to stroke myself, easing my denims down over my hips, and as I stood in the corner of the shelter, I could feel my denims slid down mid-thigh, I unashamedly masturbated to making love to this girl.When the light came back on, I was caught, it bathed my sexual indulgences in full flow, and when he stood as before, doing his own thing with his big cock, we were having a bonding session like never before, each of us thinking different things but both wanting the ultimate ending, to this somewhat frustrating and wet evening.We both went at it, and I in a twist of naughtiness, grabbed my top and yanked it up, until both my boobs sort of plopped out, and I adopted this ridiculous pose, of knees bent and open, one hand fingering myself like there was no tomorrow, whist gripping my top and holding it up over my tits as bedava bonus they ‘Jiggled’, as I rubbed myself.He was waving with both hands, and I stopped as I thought someone coming, but no, he was waving for me to come over, go into his house, and let him fuck me.Outrageous, staggering, and audacious, as it was, ‘Why not I thought, he has the perfect cock and I want a fuck’, so I ran, my denims drooping down my legs, my top up high and my tits bobbing around as I legged it across to his open door.When I got there, there was no way I was getting away, and I found myself being unceremoniously hauled-in and forced down onto his dirty carpet, with my ass high in the air, his cock sliding into me, as I was wide open.Five minutes later I lay flat on this dirty carpet, full of warm semen, panting breathless, and my head swimming with an awesome orgasm, the best I think I had ever had.When I had recovered my composer, I was quite happy to lie there, letting him look at me, especially since he told me he had been seeing me before, and always wanting to fuck me, but because of our age difference and how I always looked out of his league, he would wank himself with me as his lover.Many, Many years would pass, long after my graduation, I would think back to that night, as one of the highlights of my student years.Lizzie and I did meet and yes we became lovers, even after she had married and had c***dren, we kept it in the closet, but in the end, 80% of her total sex was with me.After graduating I became an intern and continued in the city for another five years, before moving away for a further six, and coming back to a small surgery in the same area as that cherished bus shelter, and yes, you may have guessed it, the old flasher and lover of that night, became my patient, only he did not recognise me, which leads nicely onto my next story, the day I had to give him a full internal, that was interesting, especially, since I had always desired to handle that big cock again.The morning he was due to meet his new Doctor, I wore stockings, and a huge smile as I buttoned up my white coat, little did he know his doctor was the young girl from the bus stop all those years ago, my heart raced as he knocked my surgery door, I stood up and undid two buttons at crotch level, exposing my cunt as I walked towards him.If the story above excited you, then this next one will blow you away, remember, these stories are from real life, they really did happen. Love Mariel.

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