Ok, make me cum.

[BiBabe:)]

Ok, this board is primarily related to sex, right? Well, why don't we share our best experiences?

Include all the details. I wanna be turned on by your words. I wanna feel the need to grab whatever's around me and shove it into my hot pussy.

Maybe, I'll share a few of my stories.





Please note, the board's been pretty slow today. I just wanna get something started up, if possible.

 

[Wizard]

Start it off for us BiBabe.......Tell us a story......

 

[BiBabe:)]

When two became one...

Ok...

How about my first time with my current girlfriend?

Well, it started out as just roomates. We were given each other as roommates for our freshman year of college. We met each other during orientation, but didn't really get to talking until after we started actual classes.

At that time I had been with one woman in my life- my best friend Lisa, right after the senior prom. I had fucked her a few more times after that. We were kind of a couple by the end of the summer. But she went to school in California and I went to upstate New York, so we decided to end it between us, but remain friends.

Needless to say, when I got up to school, I was not feeling very good. I was alone for the first time in college and I had just broken up with my girlfriend, just as we were beginning to explore new lesbian horizons.

When I got to school and I saw Mandy, my roommate, I couldn't believe how sexy she was. She has brown hair, incredible hazel eyes(just like me!) in which you could lose yourself forever, and an incredible body. I wanted to fuck her right there, and pick up where I had left off with Lisa.

But I didn't know Mandy yet and chances are she didn't go for that kind of stuff, so I kept my desires a secret. I didn't even tell her that I had been with a woman in the first place.

A few weeks into school, she and I were already becoming friends. We have very similar interests so we mixed well together. She could tell that at night I wasn't the same person I was during the day. I was more quiet, almost sad, according to her. She was right too, I was kind of depressed.

I confessed to her that I had just broken up with someone before leaving for school and that I missed them. She asked what his name was. That's when I told her it was a girl. But she didn't seem wierded out or anything. She just went on consoling me like normal.

Well, at like 2 in the morning, we decided to go to sleep. I had a 7 o’clock class and I knew I needed my rest. So we hugged each other goodnight and tried to go into bed.

But there was this electricity between us- similar to what I felt the night I first fucked my friend Lisa, back home. We looked into each other’s eyes, and had one of those passionate kisses that only happen in the movies...or not. We actually bumped noses and started hysterically laughing.

But in mid-laughter, she reached out and french kissed me so passionately, I’ve never felt anything like it since. All of a sudden, laughter turned serious.

We started undressing each other...extremely clumsily might I add. Finally we were naked for the first time in front of each other. We started kissing again, and exploring each other’s bodies.

For the first time I felt her beautiful firm tits with their medium-sized nipples that are made for sucking. For the first time she felt my tight ass, made for being fucked in- usually by a dick, but now more by a strap-on, or double-ended dildo.

Finally we came down to each other’s moist pussies. Instinctively, we just started fingering each other. We just fingered each other like high school girls to climaxes over and over and over again.

Finally, she sat on top of me and we ground our hot, steaming, streaming pussies together, as if we were having sex missionary style, without a dick. We stayed like that for hours, fucking, making out, and exploring well into the morning. I missed that 7am class that morning. At about 10am, we just looked at each other, looks of pure ecstacy on our faces. She crawled off me and we went to sleep, for the first time, together.

We’re now in our Junior year. We share an apartment on campus, and are seriously considering moving in together when we graduate next year. And in that while, we still haven’t stopped fucking and loving. Not in the slightest.



Ok, now get going with your stories.

Until Later,

Stacie

 

[Outlaw]

One of the best....

When I was about nineteen, I went away with a female friend and some mates of hers that I'd never met before. There was, among the guys, a gentleman named Vance who was on holiday from Canada. He was very cute, and a great guy.
So Vance and I went on this trip with all these girls and their friends, including the female friend I was seeing at the time. Because I had a two door car, it was decided that Vance and I drive down in my car, and the girls would bring their own.
During the trip (which was about four hours), Vance and I got along pretty well, and he asked about some of the girls in the group. He hadn't had any problems finding lovers while in the country, but was looking for a special souvenir to take home with him. SOme kind of exceptional experience.
I told him I'd do what I could, and, once we'd arrived at the cabin where we were staying on the beach, he and I went surfing. Before I left, I mentioned to Amie (the girl I was with) that Vance was interested in something out of the ordinary. So while Vance and I were out surfing, she cooked up a little plan for us.

When we got back from the beach, the house was empty, so we just got ourselves some food and kicked back for a while. I had a shower, and then Vance had one while I got us a couple of beers.
Just as he walked out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, the girls pulled up out the front of the cabin. All of them walked in from the car, passing the room we were in, dressed in skimpy bikinis and looking great. They came into the room and said hello, chatting away, all feigning ignorance about us wearing only towels. Then one of them gasped, and the room went quiet.
Vance was having the expected reaction to the bikinis, and he had the biggest cock I've ever seen in real life. It was about 11 inches, and looked like two beer cans end to end. All the girls stared, which was a bit off-putting for me, who is not quite so big.
In short, they stripped him of his towel, and me too. Then it kind of descended into an orgy. Vance got to fuck all the girls and me most of them, but the best part was that, given the ratio of girls to guys, meant that the girls were bored when they weren't getting fucked. So they started masturbating, which is my all-time favourite thing to watch, and eventually, the more adventurous ones turned to each other and put on a show for Vance and I.
The only downside was we didn't get much more surfing done, but the rest of the three-day trip was basically just a fuck-fest.

 

[Rusher]

Hmmmm...shouldn't that story start out "Dear Penthouse. I never thought this would happen to me, but..."?

[Edited by Rusher on 04-02-2001 at 05:31 PM]

 

[Rusher]

OK, here's one for you...

A few months back I started an on-line correspondence with a woman (she said she was a woman: I didn't know for sure). In her profile, she described herself as a tall, gorgeous brunette with legs to die for, large firm breasts, and a beautiful smile that would melt your heart. Right, I thought to myself, happens all the time. But, I was enjoying our emails and messages back and forth. She really had a way with words, and she got me so turned on with her stories that I decided it didn't matter what she looked like, so long as she was a woman. Her favorite turn-on was doing naughty things in public, and I loved hearing her describe all the things she had done.

However, she refused to send me any pictures of herself, despite the fact that I had sent her several of me, both clothed and unclothed, and some in compromising postitions. Finally, I challenged her to prove to me that she was indeed a woman, or else we would have to discontinue our on-line rendevous. To my surprise, she suggested not that she send me photos, but that we meet. Well, not meet exactly. She told me to name a public place in my town, and she would be there to provide me with all the proof I could want. I named a square downtown where people congregated during the work day, and set a date and time.

When the arranged date came to pass, I arrived at the pre-determined spot half an hour early, to try and see her coming. I sat there for nearly an hour, seeing no one to match her description, and decided I would wait another 5 minutes before I would leave and chalk it up to a bad joke on her part. I stood up, and started to turn and look around to see if maybe she was somewhere in the area where I hadn't seen her. Seeing nothing, I sat back down...and there she was seated across from me in the square, about 40 feet away, alone on one of the many benches. My breath caught in my chest for a moment, and I know I had a stunned look on my face.

She was exactly as she had described herself in her profile...She was wearing a dress which came to just below her knees. But even with her sitting down I could tell she had long shapely legs. Her breasts were beautiful, firm and high, in perfect proportion with her body. Her brunette hair came down to her shoulder blades, and positively shown in the sunlight. She looked directly at me, and when her full sensual lips pulled back into a smile, I saw that she had not exaggerated its beauty.

Knowing that it must be her, I started to get up and walk over to her...but she motioned for me to stay where I was. With a wicked smile, she shifted in her seat until her legs were in front of my view. Slowly, she inched her skirt up her legs until it was a few inches above her knees, resting on her thighs. She then slowly parted her legs, never losing her wicked smile, until they were spread to about 18 inches apart. I could then see up her skirt all the way to her pussy. I saw what I thought at first was a pair of pink panties. But as I looked closer, I could see that what she was actually wearing was what is known as a "venus butterfly" vibrator between her legs. It consists of a small, battery operated vibrator shaped like a butterfly, and held in place by elastic straps around the waist.

She smiled at me once again, and then showed me something she had in her hand. It was a small pink remote control...I watched her as she adjusted the knob, and I knew she had turned the vibrator on. As proof, I watched as she closed her eyes as the feeling started overtaking her. She sat there, eyes closed, lips parted just slightly, with the tip of her tongue just showing. Then she was licking her lips, slowly and sensually. She opened her eyes to make sure I was still watching, as if I could turn away, and smiled again. Then she closed her eyes again, and bit her lower lip. I almost believed I could see the little butterfly vibrating against her, even though I knew I was too far away. She was slowly rocking her hips now, getting close I could tell, still with her eyes closed. Suddenly she clamped her legs closed and put her hands in her lap. Her face had a look of almost pain on it as she came sitting right there on that bench in the middle of the day.

When she had turned off the vibrator, and come down from her sexual peak, she opened her eyes, and looked at me again. She suddenly became embarrassed, blushing and laughing a little as she looked down at her feet. Then she looked back up at me, blew me a kiss, and got up and walked away, a little shaky.

That was our only 'face to face' meeting. We've been corresponding together since then, and I've never doubted anything she's told me.