Message-ID: <35770asstr$1016385005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!enews3 From: "JAZZ" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 00:36:25 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} Sally's First Time (FF, 1st, Teen) Date: Sun, 17 Mar 2002 12:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge (FF, 1st, teen) This story contains extreme sexual situations involving female homosexuality. If you are offended by any of the above, please do not waste your time on this. This story is directed to a specific audience and is not directed toward minors. No one under eighteen should read this. Comments to: paladin1954@hotmail.com Sally's First Time By Jazz My name is Sally. I have lived a full and rich life and look forward to having many wonderful years ahead. I am presently twenty-two years old. I have a secret that only a few people know. I am a lesbian. I do not proclaim it out loud, but I do not lie about it either. My mother and father know and accept that this is the life I was born into. My lesbian lovers and some of my closest friends know about the changes in my life that occurred five wonderful years ago. I have always been told that I was a pretty girl. I have long brown hair and hazel eyes. My friends have all told me my body is, without a doubt, one of the finest around. I am trim and athletic by nature. I have good strong muscles in the legs and arms that help the rest of my body. I do not have a need for a lot of make-up, so I choose not to wear much. I have a nice pair of breasts approximately 36 inches at the bust. I have always been a quiet and shy girl around the boys, but around my girlfriends I can't be shut up. For some reason I have always been real popular around the girls, but the boys tend to shy away. I have been told it was because of my looks. It was natural then for me to make my closest friends female. I have always felt comfortable around my girlfriends and would not keep anything from them. That was true until I began noticing how much I was attracted sexually to some of them. I first realized I had an attraction toward some of my girlfriends when I was thirteen. I began noticing their budding bodies at the gym and at sleepovers. There were many opportunities to become even more enthralled with the girls I loved as friends, as we would practice making out with each other to prepare us for the time we would begin dating boys. I remember my first kiss from an older, more experienced girl (she was sixteen) who was trying to teach us how to French kiss. Her tongue sent electric shocks all through my body and I became very wet in my pussy. I was embarrassed at first, but she assured me that was the reaction the boys were looking for. I remember when my best friend Emily came over to spend the night with me on my fourteenth birthday. We spent almost three hours making out and running our hands all over our bodies. We even got naked under the sheets and explored our young pussies and breasts. That was all that we did, still in anticipation of the first time we went out with the boys. When her fingers rubbed my pussy, I thought I would die. When I turned sixteen, my parents told me I could begin dating. I really had been asked out by several of the boys at school, but until now I had not been allowed to go out on dates. My first date was with a boy named Freddy. He was the class "stud," or so we thought. When the date was over, all I could think about was how much of a "dud" he was. My girlfriends assured me that things would become easier as I got more experience and I continued wishing to have "Prince Charming" come sweep me off my feet. I finally met and started dating a young man named George. He was nice and polite and held a decent conversation. I thought I had finally found the boy I would spend the rest of high school with. I decided I would let him make love to me when we got together once again. That was a fiasco. My virginity and his did not mix and although I was "deflowered," I had the most miserable time I have ever had. The next day I hurt and I felt extremely guilty. I didn't want to admit to anyone what I had done. George and I stopped dating after that. As a matter of fact he didn't call me again and would only acknowledge my presence at school where he had to talk to me. I met him five years later a gay/lesbian rally. He turned out to be gay. I let no other person touch me in the way George had until I met Jennifer. Jennifer was a petite blonde who knew she looked good. Many of the kids at school called her "stuck-up," but a few of us called her our friend. She and I became particularly close while working on a biology project. Pretty soon we could not be separated. I had realized my feelings were no longer just friendship and as I lay in bed at night I would masturbate thinking about her. I didn't know what to do about the feelings. They felt strange and wonderful, but my morals were telling me it was wrong. I kept it quiet. One night, Jennifer came to spend the night. I didn't really know how I was going to handle it, but resolved that I would not initiate any kind of sexual action with her. The afternoon was filled with laughter and all out fun. At one point, we were rolling around tickling each other when she came to a stop lying on top of me. She looked into my eyes and suddenly things got serious. When she looked, she peered past the physical and was searching for something inside of me. I had the urge, as we were lying face to face, to kiss her, but I let the urge pass. I looked away and broke the spell, then we both crashed laughing away from that most serious of moments. I began to wonder. That night we went to bed with a little bit of anticipation on my part. I had seen something in those eyes. I think she would have returned the kiss if I had tried. Was I going to be strong and not start anything? Yes, I decided, I would be the strong one. That lasted two seconds when I saw her enter the room from getting ready for bed. She wore a robe and as she closed the door she let the robe slip from her shoulders and fall on the floor. She was totally nude. I felt the strangest feeling fall over me. I had never realized how beautiful she really was until that robe slipped off. She looked, saw my expression, and then padded to my bed, where she got under the covers. Without saying anything, I took off my nightgown, and slipped into bed beside her. When I felt the warmth of her arms and body I melted. My lips molded to hers. My breasts mashed pleasingly against hers. My tongue intertwined with hers. I was in heaven. Her hand moved down and she inserted a finger into my now dripping pussy. I orgasmed right there and just shuddered. She realized she had the upper hand and began her assault on my body. Her mouth moved like lightening. Everything was fast paced. When she put my right nipple in her mouth, I orgasmed again. I didn't know what to do, but lay there and let her do her thing. She trailed her mouth down my stomach, lingered on the belly button, the proceeded down. When her tongue entered the folds of my secret place, I lost control. I began shaking so hard the bed began to bounce. I couldn't stop shaking. She licked and licked like she was starving. I thought I had had enough, but when her tongue grazed my clit, I knew there was more to come. I didn't know if I could take it so I reached down and grabbed her by the head and pulled her up to me. My turn! I kissed her gently, at first. The kisses became more persistent as we continued. I reveled in the feel of her tight, warm body. I moved my mouth to her neck and my hands began traveling all over her body. I felt her swells and form, then I moved down and put my fingers into the moistness of her sex. I began moving my fingers in and out; first one, then two, and finally three of them. She was rolling back and forth holding me inside. I felt her begin to shiver and then she started whimpering. I moved mouth to her breasts and began my assault on her pert, firm nipples. I couldn't get enough. I was doing what she had started doing earlier, loosing control. My lips continued its descent. I had never tasted another woman's sex. I did not know what to expect. I reached her public hair and began placing long slow licks around the outside of the hair. My fingers were still going wild in her slit, so I pulled them drenching from the moistness and lifted them to my lips and tasted another girl's pussy juice for the first time. I was astounded at the flavor. To my nose the smell was like ambrosia and sent me forward in my quest to suck her clit. I repositioned myself between her legs, and then touched the outer folds of her dripping moistness with the tip of my tongue. She arched her back, which had the effect of planting my mouth squarely on her vagina. I took a long slow lap at the crevice and almost passed out at the sheer excitement of what I was doing. Jennifer lost control as spasm after spasm came upon her body. I let her calm down to the slow caresses of my tongue. When she recovered somewhat, she turned into what I later found out was a sixty-nine position. We both had access to each other's pussies and we lost ourselves for several hours in the nibbling, licking and sucking that followed. I had never been so exhausted in all of my life. When we did fall asleep, we slept until noon the next day. When we awoke, we took a shower together and the lovemaking began again in earnest. There was never any escape from her at that moment and as often as our parents would let us get together for a sleep over, we would make love endlessly. Jennifer and I are in love with each other. We make love several times a month, but we realize at our young age we need to make sure if we are going to spend the rest of our lives together. She and I have seduced other girls together. I have had several female lovers, so has she. I have even had a couple of male lovers to make sure I wasn't making a mistake. I don't have any problem with men. Sexually they don't do anything for me. Will I ever get married? At this point, the only vow I wish to say is with Jennifer and we have said them privately many times. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+