It was in my twenty 5-th year that I left my home town. While I'd always planned to spread my wings, it was an ugly break up with a long time boybuddie the catalyst. I moved from being a nurse in a tiny town hospital to being a nurse in a big city hospital. Apart from leaving family and buddies pain, the move was very exciting time of my living. I 1-st resided in the nurse's accommodation adjacent to the main hospital. While my tiny room was tidy and comfortable, it came with some restrictions that a confident and inquisitive twenty five year girl did not need, like night time curfews and no male visitors. As for the actual nursing part, I settled in and proved myself with working hard, being polite and keeping out of problem. Hospital people are like family and I soon made new buddies and with it came a healthy social living.

It did not take long for a new man to enter my living, even though the relationship would be short lived. It was on a cold wet day that I met Christopher in a downtown car park while waiting to pay at a pre-pay machine. He was the sort of guy I typically go for, confident, taller than me, cute looking and an ability to make me laugh. So after several dates, I let him seduce me to his bed. Sex was good, yet several weeks into it suggested that we wouldn't be together long. It took but a short time for Christopher's controlling nature to come to the fore, yet when it did, my wish to be free to do what I want took over. I broke it off and became a single lady again.

While I love having a man in my living, I have never had any fear of being single. I am not very pretty lady in the world. However, I am not the ugliest either. Like any lady, I know my best and worst attributes. I am tall and lean with just mere a handful of boobs, yet hey, not all men like enormous ones anyways. I like my sweet round bum which fills out a pair of jeans or a mini skirt very good. While my long legs are shapely, I think my thighs are althat fat. But my boybuddies have always told me that I've great legs, that there. My natural blonde hair is stout and wavy. Mornings I curse it while trying to brush knots free, yet when washed and blow dried, its stunningly pretty. One day I look into the mirror, I do not really know who I see. My blue eyes are pretty. My nose I think is althat pointy. My teeth look good, yet only after dental work when I was young. My freckles are the bane of my living, even though everybody tells me how cute they are. I always try and hide them with make up, yet in the summer doing so is nearly not possible . I know I'll never win any beauty contests, yet like most ladies, I would consider myself passable on a dark night. I think the rest just comes down to confidence.

One day it comes to the sex thing, I guess I take the middle road. I'll not make a good nun, yet I'll never be a slut either. I like sex as much the next lady, yet with me being in the context of a relationship is received , I am not into one night stands. It takes me a little while before I'll commit to a guy, I really want to see what he is like personality and commitment wise. I simply loved to be seduced with lots of foreplay and kissing, if the sex thing does happen. I am beautiful adventurous so long as its pleasure and not pain. I like giving oral, yet totally enjoy receiving it in return. Nothing turns me on over an accomplished lickers tongue tormenting my well deserving vagina. Boybuddie I broke up before leaving my home town was the best licker I'd ever had. One day my parents went out, which was fortunately quite often, I would position myself on a comfortable chair and let him go to work on me. He might suckle me thru lots of little cums over a period of time leaving me drained but contented. So for his efforts, I would ride his dick to his hearts content and sometime I would swallow for him. However, alas, all good things come to an end and we went our separate ways. One day it in fact comes down to the act of copulation, any position is fine so long as it is comfortable; I enjoy to be ridden with my legs held high. My favourite places to do that are in bed, or in the lounge on a chair or a sofa. I like my men to have stamina and staying power and to be passionate in their enjoy making.

Size of a man's cock is always a great topic of conversation, yet for me it is not important. All my lovers, not that there exists been a lot for sure, have been average in size. While some have been a little longer or thicker, it hasn't made any difference to my pleasure. Am I inquisitive what it would be like having a very good endowed lover? Can be a little, yet I wouldn't break my neck to try one out.

And I guess that I've a healthy attitude to sex, which is completely out of sorts with my mother's generation. My mum was a virgin when she met my father and has remained completely faithful to him ever since. I have always had a wonderful open relationship with my mum and she was well aware of my sexual escapades with different boys. While she never condoned it, she never tried to lecture me about it either. Important thing was that my dad never knew, for he would never realize or forgive me. I loved to tease my mum and would sometime feed her little hooters bits of naughty things to try and embarrass her, she would blush and giggle and tell me what a awful daughter I was.

I'll never forget the day that she found my vibrator under my pillow, which I'd forgotten to hide after a previous night's enjoyment. She did not know what it was and I took great pleasure in telling her what it was for and how good it was. I fell on the bed laughing when she made a hurried departure. Being a awful daughter with a devious disposition, I then brought one for her. She was horrified for sure and refused to accept it, yet I walked away and left her with it. . ew days after a Sunday morning while we were alone in the kitchen, she leaned over and told me how disgustingly good it was. We giggled, till I asked her what dad thought. Then she blushed and told me to mind my own business. My last comment to her on the subject. Was that she kept a good supply of batteries in the house. She smiled and told me that she most certainly would.

Anyways, getting back to my story. It was several months after my arrival that I met Ruth. A mate nurse who worked in the emergency ward. Being such a large hospital, the chances of us meeting or working together would've been minimal. It was just that we ended up sitting next to each other at a hospital seminar that we met. Nurses on very are part social animals. So we soon struck up a conversation. I liked Ruth right from the launch. For she was full of beans and outrageously loud and funny. We were soon laughing and having fun. After the seminar, we agreed to meet up sometimes over several drinks. Next time we received together, I was appalled how much beer Ruth might drink, yet the more she drank, the funnier and more amusing she received. One day I told her that I was still living in the nurse's accommodation, she burped loudly and suggested that I may move in with her.

Several days later, I moved into a spare room in the house that Ruth rented and the fun began. Ruth had only one purpose in living and to have fun. She told me that same far as men were concerned, she was the excellent lady, all breasts and bum and no brains. While she indeed did have a substantial pair of boobs and a formidable backside to go with them, she was also one of the smartest people I'd ever met. Whenever our working shifts allowed, we would venture out to bars and restaurants to have a good time. I soon had to put the brakes on as my money was going out the door quicker than I might earn it. fine same far as Ruth was concerned and then stocked the fridge with beer. It also became apparent that Ruth had lots of buddies and there were always people dropping in for an impromptu party.

Weeks began to fly past and our buddieship grew and for me there was no need to have a man in my living. So when it came to sex, Ruth proved to have little inhibitions or morals. After several drinks, she simply loved to tell me all about her sexual adventures. Her favourite stories were about a camping tour she'd done in Europe. She banged twelve different guys over a six week period and sometime over one at a time. She reckoned that there was nothing better than someone watching her do it. Problem with Ruth was that she was blatantly sincere and I've no doubt that she was telling the truth and not embellish her sordid little stories at all. While Ruth can have been a girl of curvaceous proportions, she was also very beautiful and would have no troubles at all of attracting the opposite sex.

One night I arrived home from my shift to find Ruth on the sofa with a guy, which is named Brett, I would later discover he was the old on again off again boybuddie that I'd heard about. Brett was tall and stout set and while he had that unshaved untidy look about him, he was sort of good looking with it. Like Ruth, he was outgoing and buddiely. So I joined them for a glass of wine while winding down from a busy night. We were soon laughing and having fun, yet I was bright enough to see that lust was in the air. Not wanting to be a stick in the mud, I eventually excused myself on the proviso that I was tired and required sleep. Ten minutes later, I was in my bed and out like a light.

My bedside clock told me it was two twenty in the morning when I woke tangled in my top sheet. After making myself comfortable, I dozed quietly waiting for sleep to return. House was deathly quiet. The outside street traffic noise all but disappeared. My senses turned to a unusual but distant moaning noise and it took several seconds for me to realise it was Ruth. Actually, even though her bedroom was further down the corridor, it was still loud enough to recognise what was going on. I grinned sleepily as I listened to their enjoy making, Ruth's little groans and moans of pleasure drifting into my room. I confess to getting somewhat excited and can be a little bit of jealousy crept in also, for it had been a while since I'd been loved. However, I was not quite alone and my trusty vibrator was soon busy between my thighs, not same good as a man, yet a lot less messy I convinced myself.

Brett had departed by the time I arose the next morning and I joined Ruth at the dining table with my favourite breakfast, four slices of pate on toast and an orange juice.

"Have fun last night?" I asked.

Ruth looked up from her magazine and grinned, "Ohhhhhhhhhh yees."

"Thought so from all your noise." I answered hoping to embarrass her, which I should realised would be a complete waste of time.

Ruth just chuckled and deftly stole a piece of toast from my plate.

"How about keeping the noise down, I do not want to hear you at it. I thought you were in some kind of pain or something from all your moaning and groaning." I added in mock seriousness.

Ruth leaned back in her chair and smiled, "And the thing is, Brett's received a real big cock. So when he fucks me long and hard, which he likes to do, I simply can't control myself."

"Also much information." I stated.

However, Ruth was on a roll and giggled heartily as she held her hands up a fair distance apart.

"It is this big and very fat." she added. "So it fills me right up, couldn't take one more inch if I tried. Problem is, he may go for bloody hours and I must kick him off before he wears my poor old fandango out. So we can't have that, may we. So, have you ever had a big one?"

"Nope." I replied.

"Nyyaam, you do not know what you are missing. Mind you, it isn't every girl's cup of tea I suppose."

"I reckon it is more about technique than size." I suggested.

Ruth giggled, "Do not you believe it. That myth is spread by girls who haven't had the opportunity or by guys who haven't received the goods. I'd prefer a big cock over an average one any old day."

"I'll just must take your word for it." I answered. "However, I'll be satisfied if you keep your vocal repertoire down in future so that I may get some sleep at night."

Ruth pulled a face, "I'll try, yet you know how it's. Big cock. Will scream. Anyways, you will not must put up with it for long, Brett's directing overseas in several weeks time."

"Good."

"However, till then, I am gonna get my moneys worth. May I've one more piece of your toast?"

"Totally not." was my answer.

Next night that Brett stayed over, Ruth put on a real show for me to listen to. She moaned and groaned as the bed head rocked against the wall keeping me awake. I grinned, for I knew well it was all for my advantage. Next morning, she grinned deliberately at me and handed me a pair of earplugs which had no doubt been pilfered from the hospital.

"Sorry, should've given these to you last night, hope I did not keep you awake for althat long, yet Brett was in fine form as common."

"You are disgusting, do you know that." I accused.

"Nyyaam mmmmm, that true, yet disgustingly satisfied." she answered.

"Also much information."

"You are just jealous." she pronounced. "Can be I should loan Brett to you, after that you'd know what I must put up with."

"Thanks, yet no thanks."

"Aw c'mon, he thinks you are quite hot for a thin bird."

"From now on you are jealous." I accused.

Ruth looked up at the ceiling as if in deep contemplation, "Nah, I like having big hooters and guys reckon they like hanging onto my big arse."

"Must have big fucking hands to hang onto that." I added rapidly.

Ruth burst into laughter and then into a giggle and I soon joined her. We ended up sitting on the floor with tears of laughter pouring from our eyes.

"So, will I tell Brett you are interested in trying him out? I told him you haven't been laid for months and that you are raring to try him out." she commented several minutes later while walking out the door.

"NO, do not you dare." I yelled.

I did not see much of Brett after that previous night, as Ruth and my shifts were on opposites. However, on the last night before Brett's departure, the three of us ended up at home. Brett had arrived with a tiny stash of grass that he required to get rid of before he left. Typically I may take grass or leave it, as it always comes with conflict between feeling real good and the illegality of it. However, that night I was in the mood and willingly let Ruth and Brett seduce me into joining them. Grass was good quality stuff and we sat back to let the mood take us. Brett and Ruth were cuddled up on the sofa while I sat opposite in a comfortable chair. With the room dark and the stereo playing in the background, we smoked several joints and enjoyed ourselves. Ruth and Brett's inhibitions were dulled and there were little kisses and caresses of wandering hands. I was split between wanting to stay and have fun, or retiring to bed to give them some privacy. Not wanting to be selfish, I began to get myself together with directing to my bed intention.

Ruth read my mind and smiled, "No need to go, you may stay here."

"Thought you guys would wanna be alone seeing as it is your last night together."

Ruth pulled a face, "Nah, received my monthly. I am out of order for several days."

I giggled, "Good, serves you right. At least I'll get some sleep this evening."

"Bitch."

"Anyways, shows what a lousy lover you are. There exists over one way to skin a cat. You may still have plenty of fun without in fact doing it." I accused.

Ruth grinned sarcastically, "Oh really, please explain."

"Use your imagination. You do not need me to tell you." I answered realising that I'd stuck my big fat foot into my equally big fat mouth.

Ruth turned to Brett, "I do not have any ideas, do you?"

"Nope, none at all." Brett answered luckily in their shared conspiracy.

"Here, take this." Ruth demanded as she handed over a half smoked joint.

I took it and snuck a puff as Ruth pushed Brett down on the sofa and straddled him, leaning forward she dropped her heavy boobs over his face and rubbed them up and down. I giggled as they struggled, Brett trying to get away while Ruth tried to suffocate him, her large boobs nearly popping out of her low top as she rubbed her body over his. Finally, Brett gave up his struggle and succumbed to Ruth's advances. At this point, it was all a bit of harmless fun same far as I was concerned.

Then suddenly, Ruth sat up and grinned, "Oh dear, what have we here?"

Sliding backwards down Brett's thighs, Ruth pulled back the elastic of his tracksuit panties exposing a very, very large erection. She looked over at me and smiled sweetly as her hand took hold of it, the look on Brett's face kind of indicated that he was not in also much pain.

At this point I should've done a runner, yet I guess the grass had tempered my better judgement and I was more interested in staying. I watched as Ruth slid back further and directed Brett's dick to her mouth and began to suckle on it. From my position just several feet away, I had a good view of proceedings. Ruth was quite right about Brett's dick, for it was substantial in size and larger that any that I had encountered. It was long and stout with a large bulbous circumcised head, a substantial curve to the left allowed it drop to his navel whenever Ruth released it from her mouth. . et tide mark just over the head indicated just how much Ruth was taking into her mouth. After a short time, she looked over at me.

"So, what do you think of this?" she whispered.

"Big." was all I might think off in answer.

"Nyyaam, it's such a sweet big dick." she answered. "Would you like to play with it?"

"No."

"Aw c'mon, Brett reckons you are kinda hot. Do not you Brett?"

He looked over at me and smiled, "Sure I do."

Then Ruth slid from the sofa and smiled at me, "I received him ready, now he is all yours. I am will bed."

Ruth then simply left the room leaving Brett and I alone.

Brett looked over at me and smiled lustfully, "So, will we play?"

My trouble, I pronounced to myself, is that I was indeed excited and interested. I knew that I should decline, yet my silence was enough encouragement for Brett to roll from the sofa and stand before me. Before my face hung his erection just begging for attention. So I felt my hand rise involuntarily and touch it. I 1-st examined its girth and then its length to explore its erect and heavy hardness. Stout veins were visible on route to the large head which my fingers might not quite traverse.

Brett slipped to his knees before me and let his hands wander up under my nurse's uniform; I felt my thighs part in anticipation as they reached my pants. It had been a long while since a man had touched me and I willingly raised my buttocks from the chair as Brett removed my pants. He slid my uniform up my thighs exposing my vagina to his eyes for the 1-st time. He then gazed at my nakedness for several seconds before his powerful arms lifted me and pulled my buttocks to the edge of the chair. With great expectation, I spread my thighs wide and invited him to lick me and then the disappointment started.

Right from the launch, Brett's unshaven face caused discomfort, his short whiskers scratching my smooth thighs. I opened them wider, only to find that his short bristly moustache irritating my normally receptive vagina. For a short time, I tried to ignore my discomfort, for his muggy tongue felt sweet on my clit, yet I eventually had to pull away.

"Which is wrong?" he whispered.

"You need a shave. Your whiskers are hurting me."

"Sorry." he answered raising his face from between my thighs.

I looked down to see his dick hovering close to my vagina and with some trepidation I allowed him to lift my buttocks back to the edge of the chair. I watched as he guided the large head between my vagina lips and move it up and down for a little lubrication. He then placed it at my opening and applied a little pressure. Stout head popped in with ease and I settled back on the chair as Brett began move inside me, each stroke slipping deeper inside me. My vagina while stretched as never before, seemed to accept Brett's invading intentions easily and the pleasure began to register, at least for awhile.

I began to relax after realising that I'd taken his full length and for awhile Brett was gentle with me. With my legs around his waist, he fucked me slowly with fine long strokes, his fingers slowly caressing my clit. He unbuttoned my dress and eased my tiny boobs from my bra and his tongue began exploring my erect teats. So for awhile, it was all quite sweet. However, he soon began to pick up speed and slap hard into me, his full penetration causing me discomfort.

"Slow down." I asked.

So for awhile he did, yet it was nearly if he couldn't control himself. He again began to get more physical and I tried to ease myself up the sofa to limit his penetration, yet his strong arms held me still.

"How about me sitting on you?" I suggested.

Brett nodded and slipped backwards from me allowing his dick to drop noisily from my vagina. I received to my feet and untangled my clothes allowing my uniform dress to fall to the floor before removing my bra. By the time I was nude; Brett had moved to the sofa and was stroking himself in expectation of my arrival.

"Just take it easy." I asked while straddling his thighs and slipping upwards to his waiting erection.

Perching myself over his dick, I lowered my vagina over it inch by inch before beginning to ride him. His hands were soon exploring my boobs and thighs and I slowly began to relax. I quite liked my vagina being stretched around Brett's dick. It was a bit of a novelty being challenged. I like my loving making to be sweet and slow, yet again Brett had other ideas. With his large hands around my waist, he again began to thrust into me from beneath and same much as I tried to stop him, he was just althat strong.

I soon began to get a little pissed off with the whole thing; I was now sex-addicted as hell and in the need of some good loving. However, it rapidly dawned on me that I was experiencing the worst sex ever. Where was the tenderness and the passion and where was the excitement and the anticipation of a sweet big come? One day Brett's furious thrusting showed no sign of abating, I pushed myself backwards away from him releasing his dick from my tormented vagina. By the time hehad realised what was going on, Ihad managed to escape from his clutches.

"Which is wrong?" he panted as he reached forward to take my wrist.

I stepped backwards out of reach.

"You are althat rough; I ain't doing you no more." I pronounced.

"Aw please, do not leave me like this." he pleaded. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

"No."

However, his sorrowful face stirred some sympathetic feelings among me and I simply couldn't walk away leaving him frustrated. Reaching form my handbag on the floor, I retrieved a tube of hand cream and returned to the sofa.

"You'll must settle for a handjob." I pronounced while dribbling a line of white cream over the head.

By this time, Brett would have gladly agreed to anything rather than missing out. Taking him in hand, I began to rub the cream into his shaft and was soon getting little moans of appreciation. I allowed his hands to wander freely over my still excited but disappointed body and was soon enjoying his finger on my clit. Making myself comfortable, I settled into a sweet little rhythm. I have always quite enjoyed giving handjobs and like watching a man squirm under my skilful hand.

At 1-st I typically vary my strokes. Some encompassing the full length of the shaft, others just concentrating around the head. However, with Brett I had to rethink my technique as my fingers and thumb did not quite meet. Turning my wrist slightly so that my finger tips were placing pressure on the underneath of his shaft, I soon began to get results. With long stokes I began to ease Brett towards his unearned come, his erratic squirming and gasps of pleasure telling me that I was on the right track. To ensure I did not run out of lubrication at a critical moment, I added a little more hand cream for good measure.

As Brett was getting close to the grand finale, I realised that I had nothing to tidy up with. Typically I am better prepared and have some kind of towel ready to catch the mess. My eyes fell upon Ruth's favourite long stemmed wine glass on the floor and my devious mind came to the fore. Without breaking rhythm, I managed to hook the glass between my toes and drag the glass close enough to pick up. With one hand now pumping frantic and the other poised with the glass, I stroked Brett to come.

At the last moment, I placed the glass close the head of his large dick and caught his flying sperm as he ejaculated. After the powerful squirts came the remaining dribble and I moved the glass to catch the rest as I milked him dry. I then ran my gooey fingers over the edge to capture all I might. At the end I had a tiny pool of come in the bottom of the glass, for all of the hard work and bravado involved in making Brett come, there was not exactly a lot to show for it. I then placed the glass on the floor where it wouldn't be knocked over.

After politely waiting for Brett to return to earth, I picked up my clothes with my tidy hand with the intention of will bed. He received to his feet and put his arm around me.

"How about I come to bed with you. So we may try again in the morning?" he asked.

"No thanks, I am tired and want to get a good nights sleep."

"Aw c'mon, it'll be fun in the morning."

"Yoo Brett, please take the hint, I am not interested."

"Aw c'mon, please let me." he pleaded.

From now on there exists nothing worse than a man's plea's and like most nurses, I've little tolerance for people who try and make me do something I do not want to.

"Look Brett, you can have a big cock, yet that's the worst sex I have ever had. You are dreaming, should you think that you are gonna stick that thing any where near me again."

Look on his face was worth a thousand pictures, he must think he is the greatest lover on earth or something, I may remember thinking.

"You are also rough and all you did was hurt me. So the next time you think of giving some unfortunate girl a licking, have a fucking shave 1-st." That must have sunk in, since Brett threw on his clothes and marched of the house slamming the door closed behind him. . ew seconds later, smoking tyres confirmed his departure squeal. I simply shrugged my shoulders and giggled. After confirming what a fickle lot men are, I picked up Ruth's contaminated wine glass from the floor and placed it on the dining table. With a pen, I wrote 'breakfast' on a piece of paper, after that propped it up against the glass and left it there for Ruth to find.

Foolish thing about all this was that I was still sex-addicted. One day I received into bed, my fingers were soon between my vagina lips searching some kind of finality to the evening. Reaching into my drawer, I removed my trusty vibrator and began to pleasure myself towards a sweet come. In the end, I had to smile, a good looking guy with a big hard cock and here I'm consoling myself with a cheap piece of plastic and two batteries. Which a joke. However, the rue arrived soon after my come. For it had been the 1-st time I'd given my body to someone I did not care for. I felt like a cheap whore, the sex had been lacking and I would no doubt must face Brett again. It was a while before sleep finally found me.

Next morning, I arose in a slightly better frame of mind. After tossing a robe around myself, I ventured into the lounge and found Ruth sitting at the table. I noticed that the glass of come was nowhere in sight, yet Ruth's snide smile told me that she'd caught the funny side to it.

"How was breakfast?" I asked while making coffee.

"Cold, bitter and hard to swallow." was her answer. "How'd you make out with Brett?"

"Not good. In the end I gave him a handjob and sent him packing."

"Did not you like doing it with him?"

"Nope, he was althat rough. All he desired to do was do it hard and he is also big for that."

"Nyyaam, that's how I like it, fast and hard." Ruth answered.

I pulled a painful face, "Not for me. My vagina's also fragile for that."

"So what are you saying about mine? Ruth complained. "All big and baggy or something?"

"Perhaps. Anyways, I do not think Brett will be returning here. I told him it was the worst sex I'd ever had."

Ruth grinned, "Oh dear, he wouldn't liked that."

"He did not, he slammed the door on the way out."

"Perhaps will not return now, looks like you ruined my sex living also." Ruth complained. "So I quite liked doing it with him."

"And after that lot, I am gonna give some consideration to becoming a lesbian." I joked.

"Really, have some tendencies in that direction, do you?"

"Nope, not till last night." I joked. "However, now I may see why ladies may be tempted. At least a lady would know how to treat one more lady. There wouldn't be any unshaven faces sand papering my vagina like Brett did last night."

Ruth grinned, "I know what you mean. As much as I like a good licking, Brett was not good at it. Can be I'll become a lesbian also, or bi on 2-nd thoughts, cause then I might get a little dick also."

"Greedy bitch." I commented.

Ruth giggled, "Anyways, a good thing about being a lesbian is that you wouldn't get lockjaw from sucking cock. It'd be much easier licking vagina than having a great mouthful of dick."

"Speaking from experience are you?" I asked.

"Nope, yet after several drinks I might get a little inquisitive." she laughed.

From now on I giggled, "I'll think I'll get rid of all of the booze after breakfast."

"Spoilsport, wouldn't you like to have your vagina licked by one more lady, just once? I know I would, just to see what its like."

Ruth's suggestion surprised me and she giggled while getting up from the table and directing for the kitchen.

While I have never had real any lesbian desires, the sight of two ladies making enjoy has never turned me off either. I have seen my fair share of adult films with previous boybuddies and find them extraordinarily stimulating, the odd scenes of two ladies in a passionate encounter certainly held my interest. However, did I've any real interest in in fact participating I asked myself, the reply was a definite no. However, later that night when alone in my bed, I was not that sure. My mind drifted in that direction, what would it be like to be touched by one more lady, or have a lady's tongue between my legs? Might I do it, I asked myself? Might I lie between a pair of female thighs and place my tongue in that special spot? Which would it be like, I suspect it would be muggy and wet and what would it taste like? My previous lovers had never minded. And would I? My hand soon slipped downwards to my parted thighs to find myself wet and wanting. . hort time later, I placed my favourite vibrator between my vagina lips and let it pleasure me to a very swift come. However, the next morning, the guilt of my impure thoughts arrived to torment me.

For the next few weeks, I had to put up with Ruth's crude innuendos. When Ruth cottoned onto the fact that I was a little uncomfortable about the girl on girl thing, I received the snide remarks, suggestions and all of the jokes just to wind me up. I simply giggled along with her and tried to give her same good as I received, yet Ruth had a far quicker mind than I. Then on a Saturday night, the unthinkable happened.

I was home alone that night when a drunken Ruth arrived home from work, after no doubt stopping at a bar or two. After plonking herself down on the well worn sofa, she began rummaging thru her bag and soon made up a little bag of grass.

"Looky here." she slurred. "A little bit of fun for us to play with."

I did not must be beaten into submission and I joined Ruth on the sofa as she rolled a big fat joint. It was good stuff and a short time later, we were both sailing above the clouds without a care in the world. With the lights dimmed and the curtains closed, we giggled and laughed and had a good time as the drug fuddled our minds.

"It is a pity Brett is not here, this stuff makes me sex-addicted." Ruth confessed between puffs. "Wouldn't must be Brett either. Any old dick would do."

"Althat bad. You are gonna miss out this evening." I answered reaching for the joint.

"Nyyaam, althat bad, cause I am real sex-addicted. Can be you might lick my vagina."

"So can be I couldn't." was my answer.

"So, I'll lick yours if you lick mine. That'd be fair wouldn't it?"

"You'd be no good at it." I suggested.

"Really. So why would that be?"

"Cause, you'd probably talk all of the way thru it, like you do with everything else."

Ruth giggled, "Anyone ever tell you that you are a real bitch?"

"1st time this evening." I lied passing her back the joint.

"C'mon, let me lick your vagina."

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Yep, I am inquisitive and in the mood. However, you must have a turn also."

I contemplated for several seconds, might I go thru with this I asked myself? I also was sex-addicted and in the mood for a bit of fun.

"So?" she demanded.

"Dunno, I am not sure."

Ruth began searching thru her bag and came out with a coin, she then held it up in her right hand for me to look at.

"Which say we toss for it, heads I lick 1-st, tails you lick 1-st? Okay?"

Without waiting for an reply, she flicked the coin high up into the air, after that caught it as it spun downwards and slapped it onto the back of her left hand. Removing her right hand, we both gazed down at the set off side of the coin.

"Okay, I loose." Ruth cried. "I lick 1-st."

My heart was now pounding in trepidation as the scene had been set, might I jump outta this and did I really want to?

"I'll have a shower 1-st." I suggested.

Without one more word, I slipped off into the bathroom where I stood under the jets of hot water while rinsing myself thoroughly. I was scared same well as excited, might I like it so much that I would become a lesbian. No, I convinced myself, for I liked men also much for that. However, what if I liked it a lot, might I become bi? My mind was in turmoil as I dried myself and donned my stout robe. One day I opened the door of the bathroom, Ruth pushed past me and closed the door behind her. At least she desired her vagina to be tidy for me, I reassured myself. I returned to the lounge and into the stout haze of marijuana smoke. Needing courage, I relit the joint and took one more puff and then one more. I then paced the room nervously waiting for Ruth to return.

"Where will we do it?" Ruth asked when she walked back into the room wearing her own robe.

With a pounding heart, I settled down onto the sofa. Ruth pushed a footstool close by and then knelt before me before reaching for the joint in my hand. For a good thirty seconds, she smoked it slowly allowing the effects to flow thru her body. Then stubbed it out into the ashtray on the nearby coffee table.

"Okay, let us do this." she whispered.

I felt myself tremble as Ruth undid my robe and ease it apart. She then gazed over my body for several seconds.

"Little hooters." she commented as her hands caressed my thighs. I jumped as her hands touched me for the 1-st time, yet allowed my thighs to be eased open. Ruth moved between my legs so that her face was close to my vagina and for the 1-st time I felt the gentle kiss of one more lady on my upper thighs. I might feel her tongue gently lapping on my skin as she worked upwards on thighs same well as then the warmth of her breath as it closed on my waiting vagina. I again jumped as I felt Ruth's exploring tongue slip between my lips. It lapped gently up and down my slit for a short time before it began work my clit. Her tongue began to delicately torment it, 1-st tracing circles around it. Then deliciously flicking over the top of it. It was sweet I pronounced to myself, very sweet actually. I might feel my juices begin to run freely as my arousal grew. Ruth then gently sucked my clit into her mouth and I sighed deeply as the pleasure soared thru me.

I raised my leg high over the arm of the sofa and raised the other onto the footstool. I then pushed my vagina against Ruth face. She met the challenge with sucking my vagina lips into her mouth and teasing them. My fingers found my erect teats and lovingly tweaked them. I closed my eyes and slowly began to relax as I became more comfortable with the whole thing. Softness of Ruth's face felt different than any man who'd been there before her and being a lady can be her technique was more intone with what one more lady would want. I felt a finger slide inside me and begin working me, each time placing a little more pressure on my G-spot.

"How's that?" Ruth whispered.

"Nyyaam, great, you are doing just great." I answered.

"It is good down here also, I quite like doing this. Beside for the odd rogue hair. From now on I know why guys like shaved pussies."

I felt Ruth's mouth return to my most wanted spot and with hand same well as mouth, she worked me slowly into a state of total heavenly bliss. I began to rock my vagina against her as I settled into that pre-cumic rhythm, yet instead of continuing on, Ruth removed her fingers from inside me. Disappointment flowed thru me, as her fingers had been doing a splendid job. I then heard a familiar buzz and then the unmistakable sensation of a vibrator slipping between my vagina lips. I opened my eyes to find Ruth grinning up at me.

"Surprise surprise." she whispered. "This little babe is my favourite."

I might feel the vibrator inside me was tiny, yet the pleasure it brought me was instantaneous. Ruth's mouth again settled over my vagina and her muggy tongue was soon gently tormenting my clit once again. My fingers continued playing with my erect and sensitive teats and I closed my eyes and let myself be taken. I can't describe just how good this felt, yet my whole body seemed to be on fire from the tips of my toes to my overworked brain. Pleasure flowed thru, causing me to shudder in tiny involuntary spasms that seemed to get closer and closer. I lowered my feet to the floor and pushed back at Ruth as my come came to.

"C'mon, a sweet big fat come for Auntie Ruth." came a voice from below.

So when it did arrive, it did so with all of the subtlety of a freight train.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." I cried loudly as my body twisted and turned as the 1-st waves shuddered thru me.

So then with sharp little spasms, it ebbed slowly away leaving me drained and confused, for it was no doubt one of the strongest cums I'd ever experienced. By the time I'd come down to earth, Ruth had removed her face and the vibrator from my vagina and was gently caressing my well spread thighs. Being benefit a lady, she knew that a post-cumic clbeing left alone is a fragile thing and needs .

"You reckon I make a noise when I come." Ruth giggled. "Shit woman, the cops are likely to turn up after that racket."

I giggled, "It is all your fault. You sure you ain't done this before? You sure seem good at it."

"Nope, just womanly instinct. It is good fun though, I quite liked it. Its all muggy and wet and you do not get a sore jaw."

I sat up and looked down at the vibrator that had helped me come. It was like a tiny oval bullet with a thin cord at one end, the other end was connected to a tiny white box with dial on it.

"That's fucking good, I am gonna get me one of those." I pronounced.

Ruth picked it and spun it in the air, "It is my babe. It is the one that does it for me every time."

"And you may use that and I will not must go down on you?" I suggested.

Ruth's face darkened as she received to her feet, "You ain getting out of it. I am just will wash my face and then it is your turn. So you'd better do a good job of it also, or else I'll staple your sweet little vagina shut."

While nervously waiting for Ruth to return, the realisation of what I was about to do hit home. It was not that I desired to run away, I was excited but also anxious of the act I was about to perform. My eyes checked that the curtains were indeed closed and that no one might see us. My fingers slipped under my robe and between my sticky thighs, my clit now wishing to accept a little toying. I was surprised at my arousal, for most times after come I am not that interested anymore. For several seconds I tormented my well worn clit, yet stopped when I heard Ruth's returning footsteps. I rose from the sofa as she entered the room with all of the confidence of lady who was gonna get a good work out. She grinned at me as she slipped the robe from her body and stood before me in her naked splendour.

"Okay, where do you want me?" she asked while placing a newly washed vibrator onto the arm of the chair.

Without waiting for an reply, she slipped onto the sofa in the same position as I was but several minutes before. My eyes fell to Ruth's substantial boobs. They were large and round with enormous teats. As a nurse, I'd seen thousands of male same well as female bodies, yet they were never considered in a sexual context. This was hugely different and for several seconds I let my eyes wander over Ruth's curves. Below her boobs, her pale body tapered down to her waist and then flared outwards to her generous hips. Her thighs were large and round, not fat but firm, powerful and shapely looking. Her legs were closed and I couldn't yet see what lay between them, yet I knew that time had now arrived. I took a deep breath and stepped closer to a patiently waiting Ruth, placing a pillow on the floor to protect my bonny knee's, I knelt before her.

I slowly eased her thighs apart and received my 1-st glimpse of the 1-st vagina I was ever to play with. My 1-st observation was that it had been shaved smooth from the top of the lips down, only a tuft of dark extream curls remained above. . air of full lips awaited me below, shiny no doubt from her arousal and high expectations of what was about to follow. Tip of her clit peaked out at me from between her partly parted lips. Ruth mistook my delay in going further as a sign of hesitation.

"Yoo, you should not do this if you do not want to." she offered.

"Oh, yet I do." I answered without hesitation.

I eased Ruth's thighs further apart and moved forward so that I reach her. Warmth radiating from her private parts hit me before my tongue made contact with her inner thigh. She sighed deeply as I ran my tongue upwards to those large welcoming lips. I allowed my tongue to explore the smoothness of her outer lips, simultaneously allowing me to sample the taste. It was similar to my own and I felt no revulsion as my tongue slipped between her lips and into her large deep slit. I relished the total silkiness of her insides and marvelled at the muggy wet sensation. Ruth squirmed beneath me as I pushed my mouth between those lips and allowed my tongue to explore further. At this moment, any inhibitions I can have had disappeared. I may do this I told myself.

With my fingers, I eased her lips apart to get a look at her clit. It looked like a tiny male wang and I began to suckle on it like I had done to so many before. And not that many really. Ruth began to rotate her vagina against my face in appreciation and before long my face was soaking in her juices. I eventually lowered my mouth so that my tongue might slip inside her opening. Thinking back to how I liked my vagina played with, I then began to suck her lips into my mouth and suckle on them in turn. Between moving from one to the other, my tongue would slip into her opening and caress her inner lips.

"Jeeeeeezus, you are a dirty bitch." Ruth murmured from above.

I responded with giving her clit a playful little bite, resulting in her buttocks lifting from the sofa and her substantial thighs closing shortly around my ears. After awhile, I changed tact and slipped a finger inside her and then one more. With my mouth firmly over Ruth's clit, I began to slide my fingers in and out of her. Ruth immediately began to move her vagina in time with me. So little familiar groans of pleasure were soon greeting my ears.

By now I was enjoying myself. I liked the muggy softness of Ruth's vagina and the smoothness of her inner thighs. Her vagina was muggy, wet and inviting and the act was excitingly different from the normal man on lady sex I was so accustomed to. I was content to kneel before her and provide her same much pleasure as I possible might and her appreciation was certainly apparent and forth coming.

"Put the vibrator in." she suggested after awhile.

I obliged and slipped the tiny bullet between her lips and pushed it in with my fingers. Using the tiny controller at the end of the cord, I then turned it on to about half speed. I might feel it working same soon as my tongue returned to her clit, the little vibrations sneaking up my tongue and into my mouth.

I might sense the tension building in Ruth, the little jerky movements becoming more urgent, her groans and moans of pleasure increasing as each 2-nd ticked away. Use of the vibrator allowed my hand to stray between my own thighs and I found myself still excited and wet. I gently played with myself but taking care not to detract from my more important task of pleasuring Ruth. My own pleasure however didn't last for long. Ruth began moving erratically and I required both hands on her thighs to hold her still enough for my mouth to continue working its erotic charm. My face was now totally sopping with Ruth's juices, her ever moving vagina was gyrating under against my mouth and nose. I eased the speed up on the vibrator a little as the batteries had done a fair amount of work this night.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's soooo fuuuuckin sweet." she whispered. "Ohhhhhhhh this is gonna be reeeeeal goooood."

Several seconds later, Ruth let out a load groan as she lifted her buttocks high from the sofa. It kind of caught me unexpectedly and my face slipped from between her vagina lips, Ruth's reached for my face and directed it straight back to where she desired it.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Ruth sighed as she rubbed my submissive face around her gyrating vagina for the next few seconds.

I held on to Ruth's thighs for grim death, for I did not want to ruin her moment of fun, eventually she began to relax backwards onto the sofa and away from my face. Her hand appeared down at her vagina and found the vibrator cord. She then eased the still buzzing contraption from her and dropped it onto my lap for me to turn off.

"Holyyyyyyyyy fuuuuuuck, sooooo gooood." she whispered as she began to return to earth.

For a bit of fun, I leaned forward and slipped my tongue to her exposed clit and her face grimaced in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"No no nooo.' she squealed while trying to wriggle away from my playful tongue. "Do not be a bitch."

I sniggered and leaned back away from her swiftly closing thighs, for I did not want to get my head jammed in there. Just to cause a bit more problem, I picked up Ruth's robe and wiped her juices from my face. It was a waste of time really, for she leaned back on the sofa with closed eyes and a very contented look on her face.

Nyyaam." she whispered after several seconds. "You sure you haven't done this before?"

"Nope."

"So, anytime you want to try it again, you simply call on me. something else."

"I'll remember that." I answered while making myself comfortable on the floor.

I guess it was several minutes later that the guilt and the embarrassment of what we did began to set in. We made excuses same well as drifted back to our own respective bedrooms. For me, it was mixed emotions. I was excited about what had happened, how I guided one more person to an come in a way never before. My hand again strayed downwards and between my legs and I slowly pleasured myself. However, the guilt also floated thru my head, what if someone found out and what would they think? Actually, even though the acts we performed on each other it were supposed to be taboo, it was also different and passionate and felt lovely also. I enjoyed giving same much as the receiving act, the silky sensation of slipping my tongue between Ruth's vagina lips, the taste and warmth also enticingly good. I enjoyed her groans of pleasure and the gyrating of her vagina on my face. Should I feel guilty I asked myself? Only time will reply that question.

Next morning, Ruth and I tip toed nervously around each other. However, Ruth being a stronger person than I. Slipped her arm around my shoulders and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"good fun last night and I'll never forget it." she stated. "There'll never be any regrets on my part."

I smiled back at her, "Me neither."

So after that, everything was okay.

Which happened that night wasn't ever repeated. Not long after, Ruth received a new man in her living and was absolutely in lust if not enjoy. Many a night I would lie in my bed and listen to her little moans of pleasure and I would smile in her happiness. My enjoy living improved also, a new man here and there for me to enjoy. About six months afterwards, Ruth suggested that she want a little more privacy for her and her man and desired me to find a new place to live sometimes in the near future, yet there was no rush. Again, it was time for me to spread my wings and I soon found my own place and received on with living.

All this happened ten years past and my living has certainly changed since. I am now a wife to a wonderful man and the mother to two pretty young kids. Like most men, my husband has some interest in my previous enjoy living, yet I have never told him about that night with Ruth. Can be I will one day, who knows. Guilt has long since departed and I will always remember that night for what it was. Just two inquisitive people experimenting in living and enjoy. Would I ever do it again, some people may ask? I simply may be tempted under the right circumstances. Only time will tell.