Addicted after my (24 F)irst Taste
My first experience with another woman was by definition life changing. An introduction to the touch of a woman… the taste of a woman… She opened my eyes to what it meant to truly be devoured.
I remember the exact moment I knew I need to experience her – she was skipping down the parade route with a crochet crop top on with these amazing, body hugging, tie dye pants. The way she lit up when she saw my group of friends and skipped our way. Her incredible tits bouncing unrestrained. She threw her arms around me over the parade barrier. I was wearing a rave style bra and tutu. She gave my tits a fond and firm squeeze and complimented my bra. And breasts. And then she winked. My blood rushes in my ears… It was that feeling of having lost touch with reality. This endorphin high. I felt a deep, strong ache and intense need.. Desire burning in me to my very core.
And then she was gone. Skipping down the parade route and I didn’t see her again that day.. and I wouldn’t until school started in the fall. *
Not long after the start of the year we saw each other and agreed to meet and catch up after school. She told me about her sexual adventures and exploration with the older man she had met over the summer. How good he made her feel. I loved listening to her stories, hearing about her pleasure. We saw each other on and off throughout the year. We broadly operated in the same friend group and would see each other at social functions. That spring she asked me to be her prom date – and I just about melted.
She looked like a goddess. Her dress was white with a plunging neckline and slits up both sides. Her skin was silky smooth under the pieces of fabric wrapping her body.
We went to catholic school so any grinding or suggestive dancing was immediately broken up, but it didn’t stop us from trying. We ended up leaving early and driving around, eventually parking in a lot down by the water. We talked for a while before she asked me if I liked girls. If I liked girls to touch me – as her fingers danced along my thigh and played with the hem of my dress. I can feel the warmth pulsing through my body already – again the warmth spread to my very core. I wasn’t sure if I liked girls, but I sure as hell liked this one. Nodding was the only thing I could do. I was completely consumed with her soft, gentle fingers slipping between my thighs.
I had never been touched like that. The way she stimulated my clit… massaged my inner lips…. dipping her fingers inside me. Before she got me too worked up she suggested we move to the back. – I have never been so thankful to have a hatchback. – My hand found its way between the slits of her white dress.. her legs were as soft as I expected. Her smile was so coy as she guided my hand exactly where she wanted it. I liked how she instructed me on how to make her feel good. Moving her body against my hand and fingers… encouraging me with her whimpers, moans, and murmured words.
I was feeling cocky so moved back and plunged under her dress. I felt her body shudder under me as I tasted another woman for the first time. She moved her panties to the side.. there were no dainty small flicks.. I explored every inch her delicious pussy. I used a finger to play with her as my tongue played with her clit. She helped me understand what she liked.. what made her quiver. I loved feeling her entire body tense under me.. the shivers that moved from head to toe. When her hand moved to the top of my head, her moans turned into curses and her thighs squeezed around me I couldn’t tell you how much time had passed, but I could have spent another hour between her legs.
After her body stopped shuddering I gave her swollen clit a last little kiss before coming up for air. She was slightly flushed with an eager grin plastered across her face. She kissed me fiercely, tasting herself on my lips. I was already very aroused, but I went from wet to drenched.
When her tongue danced across my clit I thought I was going to lose my mind. It took my breath away and the world started to spin slightly. I felt her exploring me. Using her fingers to introduce me to pleasure spots I didn’t know existed. Forever would not have been enough time with her mouth and tongue pressed against my warmth. I felt my orgasm build in my toes. My climax consumed my entire body and mind. She didn’t stop. She kept stroking me with her tongue until every last quake that went through my body was done. Again, she kissed me. Tasting myself off her lips was like nothing I’d expected. She got me addicted. Addicted to my taste.. addicted to a woman’s touch.. addicted to devouring pussy.
*It should be noted that I pursued and obtained sweet release to satisfy the craving that she first ignited.
To start, there were the guys smoking spliffs and talking about how great their hippie van was. A friend was with me and together we sat on a picnic table smoking what was provide to us by the strange but intoxicating boys (they weren’t men, even if they were in their twenties). The taller one had be sitting closer to me and we started chatting. Moments passed and conversation continued, but I finally felt his hand slip under my skirt and between my thighs. His fingers were rough against my soft young mound. His finger was pressing against my slit when his friend decided he wanted to get beer. We walked part way to the liquor store with them before splitting off and wandering around some more.
Not to long after we split, 2 college age boys come jogging up behind us and grab a handful of ass as they passed by. Long story short my friend and his friend went to get booze and we ended up in a loading dock. He was rock hard and I could feel him pressing against me. I never imagined that I would be turned around, get my face pressed against an ally wall and get finger fucked by some Irish guy. But I ground myself against his fingers and shook with pleasure. He teased my tight little asshole as I came all over his fingers.. My juices coated his fingers by the time I was finished.
While I didn’t get to enjoy my girl crush that day, I’d say it worked out well in the long run.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iu64ah/addicted_to_her_taste_ff_f_24