The first love poem - lesbian initiation
This is one of the most exciting stories I've ever heard from a girlfriend in my life. It arouses people of all sexual orientations.
My first love poem and my lesbian initiation.
I was 14 years old, slightly overweight but never worried about it and in fact felt even attractive to the boys who usually tried to get close.
This story begins when I discovered a collection of erotic magazines and photographs by my older brother. It was an accidental discovery, with no intention to explore his private belongings; however in his absence I never ceased consulting his collections, much less the new ones, since as I found out he always brought news.
My breasts were already relatively unkempt, my pubic hair was equally as thick and my hips had begun to define themselves. Consequently sexuality became the great curiosity for me and my friends like it is common among teenagers whether they are male or female.
The centerpiece of this story happened the day I selected some photos from my brother to take to school and show a few friends. They were hot pictures, explicit sex, group sex, anal intercourse, double or triple penetration, oral and facial ejaculation -- things that would turn me on its head as well as all my girlfriends' heads; oftentimes depending upon the photo, just rubbing her thighs was enough for an orgasm.
I gathered a few very close friends together to enjoy the delights of photography, and we went into an unobtrusive but not hidden corner in the courtyard. And I put these pictures up on the pages of this magazine for teenage girls that has all those personality tests, polls, photos with the most beautiful actors and singers, articles about adolescent sexuality and things like that. I did this so as not to be noticed, since the expressions of enthusiasm that my friends and I see when we look at these photos could be interpreted as looking at a picture of an obsessed singer if anyone was paying attention.
But it wasn't quite like that...
After recess, one of the teachers responsible for school administration and discipline D. Cynthia sent an official to call me into her classroom with orders that I should go to her room with all my material Everyone was surprised because I was a student who had never had any problems in discipline or achievement So ashamed and without understanding I obeyed the order
Arriving at the teachers' lounge, Mrs. Cynthia told the clerk to take care of other business since she wanted a private conversation with me. I was anxious and frozen in fear without understanding anything as there were no complaints from professors about my behavior or low grades.
D. Cynthia, after saying goodbye to the clerk, locked the door and without a word asked for my backpack. She emptied it on the table and went straight into the magazine in which I had hidden the erotic photos. I thought that I would faint, trembled, and started giving me an awful urge to cry.
D. Cynthia sat calmly in front of me, having already removed the pictures from her magazine; silently she spent long minutes carefully analyzing each one. My tears were flowing and I was feeling like a condemned man on an electric chair awaiting his execution. Those moments that went by with no expression on D. cyntia's face and especially this silence constituted real torture for me.
Mrs. Cynthia decided to speak... spoke the expected ... Even from a distance, I noticed an unusual enthusiasm for this magazine that I saw you keeping in your backpack ... such a good-natured student, one of the best at school disappointing with such a low attitude like these <unk> etc.
He focused his eyes on mine then... silence (at this moment I thought he was going to have a cardiac arrest). And said: <unk>what do I do then? Suspend, expel, warn in writing ... none of these punishments would compensate for your deeds darling ... but as you are very good nature, I think that I can solve it here without communicating with your family (you cannot imagine the relief this caused me)
She pointed to a couch and said, "That's four!" I promptly obeyed. Lifting the navy-blue pleated skirt from my uniform, she pulled down my pink cotton underpants...I was dying of fright...I could tell that her eyes explored both my butt and genitals given the silent minutes she devoted before starting duty. I did not dare look back.
Suddenly I felt like a fire on my butt, three well-beaten blows with a big hard ruler of thick and heavy wood.
She began gently passing the ointment... she asked me to open my legs more... that's when I felt her two hands getting tired on both sides of my butt, and her tongue started crawling with its tip penetrating my ass, moving fast.
I looked back... she had her eyes closed, sweaty face.
The thing changed shape... She begged: "For God's sake, kiss me"... I did not hesitate: our lips stuck together, tongues crossed and we embraced and tenderly played for about ten minutes a cinematic kiss. He then confessed that he had long been in love with me, and masturbating several times a day fantasizing with me. I remembered that she was present at almost every physical education class, and never missed going to the locker room when girls (including myself) were in the bathroom.
She proposed: "Let's go somewhere else, a more intimate place?" With a wide smile I nodded yes. We gathered all our things and quickly went to the gymnasium room. "Everyone will be in class for the next two hours, but there is no use of this room". Quickly we passed through the deserted courtyard and across the yard finally arrived at the hall.
My tears and fear turned into big smiles. She told me that she loved to show off, a lady of my mother's age who looked over 50 years old was quite fat I think more than 100 kilos her buttocks and breasts were simply enormous staring at my eyes started jumping around waving their boobs offering them on tray for me (I would give them kisses, little tongues and sucking lips).
She'd turn, roll and win her ass showing the butt and genitals. In retaliation of course I penetrated with my tongue then finger in the buttocks first one fingers later two up to three she moaned and rolled and asked for more I was amazed at how hairy her booty is: thick, fat and full it's hard to see a crack long (about 2 or 3 toes) and slightly gray
Ai she turned around and said: "Won't you take off your clothes for me?" I was so excited about her that I forgot all about it. More than quickly, I took my clothes off. I got covered in kisses until she started masturbating to me with her tongue. I loved it but proposed a brief interruption: shall we do 69? We drew our sketches and enjoyed ourselves very fast.
"Let's rub our boobies, crack the biscuits", she said with a laugh... we hooked up and I licked her toe like it was some delicious pike.
It was all very enjoyable. When we finished, I suggested that we exchange our panties as a souvenir. Mine were rosin-colored cotton and hers floral white linen. We rubbed the underpants on our wet briefs long enough for them to be impregnated with our scent (I still keep this panty today and occasionally wear it to excite myself and masturbate).
We got dressed. She walked me back to the classroom, told everyone that I had been chosen for an educational research just because of being a great student and so was removed from the room, but she kept the photos, which worried me since I would have to put them in my brother's things so he wouldn't notice anything.
On the way out, from a distance she gestured for me to go into her room. There, she gave back my pictures and said: "Keep these and don't bring them to school anymore...unless you want to return to physical education class"... She smiled, I grabbed the photos, hid it in my bag, kissed her on the mouth and left.
After all that, the other day she invited me to her house where of course we had sex and she said we should avoid physical education class because anything you did in school would risk being discovered.
A month later, we had already slept together on several occasions and she introduced me to her husband. He deflowered me shortly afterwards and I was initiated into anal sex with a double-ended console the three of us would do double penetration it was funny in those days when your husband wanted to play woman
We dated until the end of high school. During this period, I had a few boyfriends but no one ever suspected anything D. Cynthia in turn had some affairs all with women including an employee at her school and I was never jealous as she loved me more than anyone else and there were occasions when I attended parties with several of them it was delicious to be a teenager center stage for many lesbian choruses
I moved my family to another state, and I never saw D. Cynthia again.
Today, I'm the age of D. Cynthia when I met her, I feel a bisexual predominantly lesbian very happy.
Women of all ages who have enjoyed this tale, write to exchange ideas about the delights of sex.
My first love poem and my lesbian initiation.
I was 14 years old, slightly overweight but never worried about it and in fact felt even attractive to the boys who usually tried to get close.
This story begins when I discovered a collection of erotic magazines and photographs by my older brother. It was an accidental discovery, with no intention to explore his private belongings; however in his absence I never ceased consulting his collections, much less the new ones, since as I found out he always brought news.
My breasts were already relatively unkempt, my pubic hair was equally as thick and my hips had begun to define themselves. Consequently sexuality became the great curiosity for me and my friends like it is common among teenagers whether they are male or female.
The centerpiece of this story happened the day I selected some photos from my brother to take to school and show a few friends. They were hot pictures, explicit sex, group sex, anal intercourse, double or triple penetration, oral and facial ejaculation -- things that would turn me on its head as well as all my girlfriends' heads; oftentimes depending upon the photo, just rubbing her thighs was enough for an orgasm.
I gathered a few very close friends together to enjoy the delights of photography, and we went into an unobtrusive but not hidden corner in the courtyard. And I put these pictures up on the pages of this magazine for teenage girls that has all those personality tests, polls, photos with the most beautiful actors and singers, articles about adolescent sexuality and things like that. I did this so as not to be noticed, since the expressions of enthusiasm that my friends and I see when we look at these photos could be interpreted as looking at a picture of an obsessed singer if anyone was paying attention.
But it wasn't quite like that...
After recess, one of the teachers responsible for school administration and discipline D. Cynthia sent an official to call me into her classroom with orders that I should go to her room with all my material Everyone was surprised because I was a student who had never had any problems in discipline or achievement So ashamed and without understanding I obeyed the order
Arriving at the teachers' lounge, Mrs. Cynthia told the clerk to take care of other business since she wanted a private conversation with me. I was anxious and frozen in fear without understanding anything as there were no complaints from professors about my behavior or low grades.
D. Cynthia, after saying goodbye to the clerk, locked the door and without a word asked for my backpack. She emptied it on the table and went straight into the magazine in which I had hidden the erotic photos. I thought that I would faint, trembled, and started giving me an awful urge to cry.
D. Cynthia sat calmly in front of me, having already removed the pictures from her magazine; silently she spent long minutes carefully analyzing each one. My tears were flowing and I was feeling like a condemned man on an electric chair awaiting his execution. Those moments that went by with no expression on D. cyntia's face and especially this silence constituted real torture for me.
Mrs. Cynthia decided to speak... spoke the expected ... Even from a distance, I noticed an unusual enthusiasm for this magazine that I saw you keeping in your backpack ... such a good-natured student, one of the best at school disappointing with such a low attitude like these <unk> etc.
He focused his eyes on mine then... silence (at this moment I thought he was going to have a cardiac arrest). And said: <unk>what do I do then? Suspend, expel, warn in writing ... none of these punishments would compensate for your deeds darling ... but as you are very good nature, I think that I can solve it here without communicating with your family (you cannot imagine the relief this caused me)
She pointed to a couch and said, "That's four!" I promptly obeyed. Lifting the navy-blue pleated skirt from my uniform, she pulled down my pink cotton underpants...I was dying of fright...I could tell that her eyes explored both my butt and genitals given the silent minutes she devoted before starting duty. I did not dare look back.
Suddenly I felt like a fire on my butt, three well-beaten blows with a big hard ruler of thick and heavy wood.
She began gently passing the ointment... she asked me to open my legs more... that's when I felt her two hands getting tired on both sides of my butt, and her tongue started crawling with its tip penetrating my ass, moving fast.
I looked back... she had her eyes closed, sweaty face.
The thing changed shape... She begged: "For God's sake, kiss me"... I did not hesitate: our lips stuck together, tongues crossed and we embraced and tenderly played for about ten minutes a cinematic kiss. He then confessed that he had long been in love with me, and masturbating several times a day fantasizing with me. I remembered that she was present at almost every physical education class, and never missed going to the locker room when girls (including myself) were in the bathroom.
She proposed: "Let's go somewhere else, a more intimate place?" With a wide smile I nodded yes. We gathered all our things and quickly went to the gymnasium room. "Everyone will be in class for the next two hours, but there is no use of this room". Quickly we passed through the deserted courtyard and across the yard finally arrived at the hall.
My tears and fear turned into big smiles. She told me that she loved to show off, a lady of my mother's age who looked over 50 years old was quite fat I think more than 100 kilos her buttocks and breasts were simply enormous staring at my eyes started jumping around waving their boobs offering them on tray for me (I would give them kisses, little tongues and sucking lips).
She'd turn, roll and win her ass showing the butt and genitals. In retaliation of course I penetrated with my tongue then finger in the buttocks first one fingers later two up to three she moaned and rolled and asked for more I was amazed at how hairy her booty is: thick, fat and full it's hard to see a crack long (about 2 or 3 toes) and slightly gray
Ai she turned around and said: "Won't you take off your clothes for me?" I was so excited about her that I forgot all about it. More than quickly, I took my clothes off. I got covered in kisses until she started masturbating to me with her tongue. I loved it but proposed a brief interruption: shall we do 69? We drew our sketches and enjoyed ourselves very fast.
"Let's rub our boobies, crack the biscuits", she said with a laugh... we hooked up and I licked her toe like it was some delicious pike.
It was all very enjoyable. When we finished, I suggested that we exchange our panties as a souvenir. Mine were rosin-colored cotton and hers floral white linen. We rubbed the underpants on our wet briefs long enough for them to be impregnated with our scent (I still keep this panty today and occasionally wear it to excite myself and masturbate).
We got dressed. She walked me back to the classroom, told everyone that I had been chosen for an educational research just because of being a great student and so was removed from the room, but she kept the photos, which worried me since I would have to put them in my brother's things so he wouldn't notice anything.
On the way out, from a distance she gestured for me to go into her room. There, she gave back my pictures and said: "Keep these and don't bring them to school anymore...unless you want to return to physical education class"... She smiled, I grabbed the photos, hid it in my bag, kissed her on the mouth and left.
After all that, the other day she invited me to her house where of course we had sex and she said we should avoid physical education class because anything you did in school would risk being discovered.
A month later, we had already slept together on several occasions and she introduced me to her husband. He deflowered me shortly afterwards and I was initiated into anal sex with a double-ended console the three of us would do double penetration it was funny in those days when your husband wanted to play woman
We dated until the end of high school. During this period, I had a few boyfriends but no one ever suspected anything D. Cynthia in turn had some affairs all with women including an employee at her school and I was never jealous as she loved me more than anyone else and there were occasions when I attended parties with several of them it was delicious to be a teenager center stage for many lesbian choruses
I moved my family to another state, and I never saw D. Cynthia again.
Today, I'm the age of D. Cynthia when I met her, I feel a bisexual predominantly lesbian very happy.
Women of all ages who have enjoyed this tale, write to exchange ideas about the delights of sex.
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