Public Displays of Lesbianism: 10 Women Describe Their Most Memorable Public Lesbian Encounter (3 page)

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Topless Pool Party

Morgan and Lori

A couple years ago I was invited to a topless pool party thrown by a famous celesbian in the Hollywood Hills. A friend who worked in the film industry invited me in an effort to pull me out of a major slump I had fallen into after breaking up with my girlfriend of six years. I was depressed, and even though I knew the hottest lesbians in L.A. would be there, I really didn’t want to go. My film industry friend, Simone, insisted that I go, however, and practically dragged me to the party.

By the time we arrived, the festivities were in full swing and topless lesbians of all shapes, sizes, ethnicities and identities milled about the enormous backyard pool sipping cocktails in the bright California sun.

“I’m really not in the mood for all of this, Simone,” I said, as we removed our shirts and bikini tops per party rules.

“You’ll feel more in the mood after you get a drink or two in you,” she replied. “Hang on. I’ll go get us a couple.”

Simone disappeared into a throng of half-naked women as I applied sunblock. When I looked around, I couldn’t help becoming aroused by the sight of so many pairs of unique and beautiful breasts. I’ve always been a breast woman, so it felt like I had died and gone to heaven. My stubborn depression lifted a bit as I allowed myself to enjoy the visual delights that abounded around me.

“Here,” Simone said, interrupting my brief erotic reverie. “I got you your favorite, a cosmo.”

I took a couple sips of the powerfully strong drink and thanked her. I needed a stiff one, and I appreciated her efforts to show me a good time.

“Nice tits,” I said, eyeing her perky, bouncing B-cups.    

“Ha! You, too,” she laughed, clinking her glass against mine before taking her first drink. We had been best friends since grade school and never viewed each other as potential sex partners. We were just best buds, and always would be.

“Listen, I’ve got someone I want you to meet, okay?” Simone said. “Don’t say no, okay. I know you’ll like her,” she assured me.

I took a long drink of my cosmo and said, “Sure, all right,” as Simone began waving her friend over.

“Lori!” she called out through the crowd. “Over here.” When Lori arrived, Simone formally introduced us: “Morgan, this is Lori. Lori, Morgan.”

“Nice to meet you,” we both said, shaking hands. Our bare boobs shook in rhythm with our hands and we shared a mildly self-conscious laugh about the awkwardness. Lori had an athletic, fit build, like me, and I couldn’t help admiring her tight, toned muscles.

“Have I seen you in the gym?” I asked, wondering how she maintained her perfect physique.

“I teach jiu-jitsu downtown. You might have seen me there, but I don’t go to any gym on a regular basis,” she answered. She looked down at my 36C’s with their stiffening nipples for a few seconds, then back into my eyes and smiled. She took a sip of her cocktail and asked, “Have you ever tried any martial arts?”

“I took some krav maga classes a few years ago, but didn’t stick with it,” I said. Then I copied her move, looking down at her full, pert B’s and back into her smiling blue eyes. Simone sensed the mutual attraction and quietly excused herself.

“You know the best way to learn the moves involved in jiu-jitsu, or any martial art?” Lori asked.

“No. What is it?”

“Practice in water. Learn the trajectory and motion of each move slowly and deliberately through water. That way, proper technique is more effectively absorbed into the mind, and the person you’re training with doesn’t get injured,” she explained.

“Makes sense,” I observed, as I finished my cosmo and felt my muscles relax from the alcohol. I was beginning to feel good and loose.

“What do you say? You want to give it a try?” Lori asked, motioning toward the glimmering pool filled with splashing, playing and lounging lesbians.

“Sure, why not?” I said, and happily followed her lead. It was a hot summer day and it felt refreshing to jump into the cool, welcoming water.

“Okay, come over here and let’s do some standard stretching exercises,” Lori said as she positioned herself behind me. “Let me see your arms,” she said, pressing her breasts against my back and holding my arms out to the side under water. She moved her body in tighter against me, my ass in her crotch, her thighs under mine. “Touch your hands together in the center, then out. Together, then out,” she repeated, as she moved my hands together in front of me, then straight out to the side again.

“I like your ass, Morgan,” she whispered seductively in my ear in my ear, then nibbled on the lobe. My clit twitched and a rush of pleasure flowed through me. It felt good to be in her arms, and to hear the lust in her voice.

“Thank you. My ass likes you, too,” I told her.

Lori laughed and nibbled my earlobe again while continuing to move my arms around in the water. Then she moved her mouth to my neck and her hands to my breasts. I ground my ass into her as she tweaked my nipples and lovingly massaged me.

“That feels so good,” I leaned back and whispered. With that encouragement, she slid a hand down to my abdomen, my inner thigh and finally, into my bikini bottoms. She thrust her crotch into my ass as she flicked my clit with her finger, and continued massaging my breast with her other hand.

“Oh, my God!” I said. Her touch was electric, and I felt like I was about to cum. I opened my eyes and saw that, although many of the partygoers were caught up in their own activities, there were several couples in the pool who were touching each other under the water as they watched us. It was an intense turn-on to know we were arousing them. I closed my eyes again and gave my full focus to the good vibes now coursing through my body.

“Do you like my fingers in your pussy?” Lori asked, sticking her tongue in my ear and nibbling my earlobe. “Would you like my tongue in it?”

“Oh, yes! Yes!” I answered, as she slid her middle finger inside me and rubbed my clit with her thumb.

Lori pulled me tighter into her tits, sucked my neck hard, squeezed my breasts and furiously fingered my pussy while bucking her crotch into my ass. The simultaneous sensations were more than I could take. The most powerful full-body orgasm of my life swept over me. It felt like my breasts, neck and ass all climaxed with as much intensity as my throbbing pussy. When it was all over, I melted into Lori’s strong, skillful arms as she gently kissed and caressed me.

Lori and I are still together, and we still get off in a pool now and then, but that first time was the most memorable and meaningful for both of us. It was love at first sight and orgasm at first touch. We were clearly meant for each other.       

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Lesbian Furries

Jodi and Amelia

I had never heard of furries until I read about an upcoming furry convention in the local news. A furry is someone who dresses in a fursuit as some kind of animal – tiger, bear, fox, etc. – and meets up with other furries at parties held in the woods or at conventions. I looked online and discovered that an underground group of lesbian furries was going to get together for a woods party the following weekend and decided I would see what it was all about.

I went to a costume shop and picked out the furry suit that I thought most fit my personality: a lascivious big bad wolf. I’ve always been an aggressive pussy hound, so it seemed the perfect choice.

Before I left for the party that weekend, I strapped on a pack-and-play dong and created a flap in the front of my fursuit in case I needed to pull out my silicone toy for a little fun and games. Pack-and-play dildos are stiff, but bendable, so you can wear one without looking like you have a perpetual erection, and can straighten it out when you’re ready to penetrate. When I tuck it down against my leg, no one can tell I’m wearing it, even with shorts. I love my pack-and-play and was hoping the furry party would offer an opportunity to use it.

When I got to the secret location, hidden in a clearing deep in the woods on the outskirts of town, I was surprised to see such a large gathering of furry lesbians. A sweet young thing dressed as a sexy Bambi caught my eye first with her tight little bubble butt and firm, perky breasts. I grabbed a drink and flirted with her for awhile as I continued surveying the woods for my perfect match.

A tall, sexy, sleek catwoman was the center of attention a few cliques away from us. As I asked Bambi about her personal romantic interests, I imagined what it would feel like to mount catwoman from behind like the bad dog I was. Before I could finish my lustful fantasy, a buxom beauty crossed in front of me and my eyes helplessly followed. She was the sexiest, most voluptuous fox I had ever seen, and if my pack-and-play toy had been the real thing, it would have been pointing toward the moon. I reflexively reached down and adjusted my package through my suit as I stared at the fox’s big, round, full ass, and Bambi stared at me. Bambi’s lips were moving, but I couldn’t hear a thing she said as the fox commanded my full attention.

“Please excuse me,” I said, interrupting Bambi and moving toward my sexual prey in the distance. I readjusted my package again to give me a noticeable bulge. I finished my beer and threw the bottle in the trash as I got closer. When I was a couple feet behind her, I bent over and put my nose under the fox’s ass and took several sniffs.

“What the …!” she said, startled.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, standing up. “I’m a dirty wolf, and that’s how my kind greets potential breeding partners. It’s in the blood,” I explained, extending my hand.

The fox looked me up and down, then smiled and shook my hand. “All right, all right,” she laughed. “Nice suit.” Her breasts had to be at least double-D’s, and they were bursting from the top of her fursuit. It was all I could do to keep my dirty paws off of them.

“You smell as good as you look,” I told her honestly, glaring at her with my hungry wolf eyes.

“Is that right?” she seductively cooed, as her eyes moved down to my crotch and lingered there. She had noticed the bulge, and by the look on her face, she liked it.

I reached forward and gently stroked from the base of her left breast, down her side to her soft, squeezable hip. I leaned in and whispered, “You smell like you’re in heat.” I ran the tip of my tongue from the base of her neck up to her ear. “How about you bend over that picnic table and let me take care of that.” I nodded toward an empty picnic table in the middle of the festivities about 30 feet behind her.

“Do you think you’re animal enough to do the job?” she teasingly asked, erotically stroking her thick, luxurious tail.

I pulled her into my furry body, aggressively nibbled her neck and whispered, “You’ll never find a more animalistic animal, my dear.” I led my foxy lady to the table, turned her toward me, lifted her up by her thighs and sat her shapely ass down on top of it. I passionately kissed her as I pulled first one ample breast, then the other, over the top of her costume, freeing them from their oppressive confines. I could feel eyes on us and knew we were starting to draw a crowd, which only turned me on more.

“I need to make sure these tits are adequate for feeding our puppies before I fuck you,” I said, forcing my face between her big, jiggling breasts and nibbling and kissing them. The fox’s paw moved to the back of my head as I bit her nipple and tugged at it with my teeth. I slid a hand down her stomach to her warm, waiting crotch and discovered that she, like me, had created an access point in her costume. I lifted the flap to her secret pleasure zone and slid my middle finger inside. There were no panties blocking my access, and she was wet, hot and slippery. I repeatedly flicked her clit as I continued massaging and sucking on her breasts. I glanced up and saw more furries gathering around us, touching each other and talking low as they drank and enjoyed the show.

The fox’s pussy was engorged and juicy, and I couldn’t wait any longer to take it. I again lifted her up by her thighs, moved her off the table and told her, “Bend over and give the wolf that ass.”

The fox did as I said, placing her elbows on the picnic table so that her erect nipples dangled down and barely brushed it. I slapped her wide, womanly, furry ass several times and spread her feet further apart with my own. I reached into my front flap and pulled out my 9 inch long, veined, realistic tool and inserted the tip through the hole in her fursuit. I reached underneath and teased the head in and around her slippery slit until it found her hole. She twitched and wiggled beneath me and I knew I had hit her sweet spot.

“You like that, baby?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes. Please fuck me. Please,” she moaned in response, and I was more than happy to oblige.

I grabbed her hips and slowly thrust my pussy-hungry rod in and out of her as she writhed and moaned with pleasure. This sight and the base of the dong rubbing into my clit were enough to make me almost cum, but instead, I slapped her ass and redoubled my focus. I squeezed her full hips and began pumping hard and fast into her. “This is what the little fox in heat wants, isn’t it?” I asked. “You want my big, hot wolf meat to fill you up and feed your little sex-starved pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes! Yes!” the fox cried as her large, full hanging tits swayed in rhythm with my pumping cock. “Oh, it feels so good!”

I leaned forward and pulled her hair with one hand while reaching around and vigorously fingering her thick clit with the other. I pumped as hard and deep into her as I could, and within seconds my sexy, furry fox let out an earth-shattering cry of orgasmic euphoria that must have been heard throughout the entire forest and neighboring counties. The viewing crowd erupted in cheers and enthusiastic applause as I, too, shot off inside her. After several long, hard, deep final thrusts, I fell forward onto her back and buried my face in her honeysuckle-scented neck and hair. Both of our pussies throbbed and twitched as the residual pulses of our climaxes trickled through us.

The hottest, most fuckable fox I had ever met in my life turned out to have yet another surprise in store for me, however. A few days later, I was having a beer with my gorgeous friend, Amelia, and I asked if she had ever heard of furries. She laughed and said, “Not only have I heard of them, I had an amazing time at a furry party in the woods last weekend with an incredible stud wolf. You should try it sometime,” she said, smiling to herself as she recalled the exciting, erotic encounter.

I never told Amelia that I was/am her stud wolf, but I have attended every furry party in the area after that and have mounted and taken her at every single one. Whether she knows it or not, Amelia will always be my favorite little fox, and I’ll always be her big, bad, pussy-pounding wolf.