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Kissing Practice (lesbian)
A fantasy by Gyrfalcon (c) 1992

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God, I was mad! Livid! That bitch! That little, duplictious, little shit!

My husband was out of town for the weekend. Nothing special, he has a
couple of trips a month. I miss him when he is gone, but I usually take
advantage of his being gone by getting together with a girlfriend. My
husband approves or at least acquiesces to my dating and loving other
women. Sometimes it makes him jealous that I find things with women that he
can't give me, but he is happy that someone fulfills my need.

Anyway, I made a date with Stephanie, a beautiful red head who is always
hot in bed. Her husband doesn't know about her and me. We met at a party a
my husband's office. We were to get together Friday night, and Steph made
reservations at Angelo's, for drinks and dinner. Then we would go back to
my house for what ever. I was turned on and looking forward to it.

I got my favorite babysitter, Alison. Alison is good with the kids, and
what is best about her is that she has a car, so she can drive herself home
when I get back, so I don't have to play games getting the kids in the car
to take the babysitter home, or having my date take her home (which is
always awkward). Alison asked if she could bring her friend Cheryl along to
study with. I had no problem with that, so of course I said yes.

I got dressed to the nines to go out, putting on my favorite underwear, and
a pretty dress. I wore a musky cologne that drives Steph crazy, and some
jewelry that she gave me. We were meeting at eight, and I kissed the kids
good night, rushed out and actually got there on time. Usually, I make
Steph wait for me. She doesn't have kids, so she is usually the one on
time.

Anyway, I got there on time, got a drink from the bartender, a cute, bouncy
brunette, and took a seat to wait for Steph. And wait. And wait. And wait.
Where was she? Looking at the people in the bar was starting to wear thin.
Finally, I saw a flash of red hair at the door, looked up and in comes
Stephanie. With a big smile on my face, I got up from my seat so she could
see where I was. Her eyes passed right by me ignoring me. She turned and
grabbed someone's arm. It was her secretary from work. What was she doing
here? They talked for a minute, and I noticed that Steph was looking at
this woman with the same hungry look that she uses on me when she's really
hot. And her secretary was returning the look.

Steph went to the Hostess, gave her name and was immediately seated. On the
way to their table I saw them exchanging furtive touches.

I couldn't believe it. I just sat there dumbfounded for about five minutes.
Then "Ms. O'Brien?" someone asked. It was the hostess. I nodded. "Ms. Parks
asked me to give this to you." and she handed me a folded piece of paper. I
opened it up. "Martha, love," it read, "Sorry, but something better came
up. See you later."

The bitch! I swallowed the rest of my drink straight down. I wouldn't have
minded if she had invited this girl along. Or at least called me and
canceled. But to just walk past me and ignore me. Ohh!

I wanted to go scratch someone's eyes out. But I couldn't make a scene. I
wasn't willing to in a place that I could be seen be a bunch of people who
know me or my husband. Two women eating dinner together doesn't cause any
talk. But two married women in a cat fight over a third woman would be
around town before morning.

I paid for my drinks and left. Still steaming. Driving home, trying to calm
down for the benefit of the babysitters.

Something told me to be quiet when I went into the house. And I quietly
walked through the hall to the living room where I heard the TV playing
MTV. But what was interesting was what was happening on the couch. Ali and
Cheryl were sitting very close together, they didn't notice me as I peeked
around the door way. Ali was saying, "Ok, Cheryl, I'll showed you how John
kissed me, you show me how Tim kissed you"

"Alright, but you have to kiss back."

"Sure." Ali replied. I remembered this, practice kissing. I watched,
amused, as Cheryl put her hand behind Alison's neck, bent her down and
kissed her with an open mouth. Ali quickly responded, acting out her part
with obvious enjoyment. I was sure I saw tongues going between each other's
mouths. Cheryl's other hand started to skim above Ali's breasts, which were
small and pert, the way most seventeen year old girls breasts are, but she
never touched them. She acted like she wanted to touch but didn't know why,
or how.

Just standing there watching them was making my pussy wet. I had to break
into their fun. I walked in to the room. "Well, girls, did the kids get to
bed okay?"

"Oh, Mrs. O'Brien." Alison stumbled, pulling herself away from Cheryl. "Uh,
yes, and we were just..., we were just..."

"I know what you were doing. I used to practise kissing when I was your age
too. You two seem good at it. Here, let me sit." I squeezed between them on
the couch. "Do you both have a lot of boyfriends?"

"Uh, no, Mrs. O'Brien," Cheryl stumbled. "Most of the boys think we're too
much the brainy types. They stay away from us a lot." I looked at her, she
could be a very pretty girl if she worked at it. She was slender with large
breasts for her age, and also large hips. She wore her short blonde hair in
a sort of page-boy and wore wire-framed glasses over her blue eyes. She
wore a pair of jeans and a button-blouse. She shouldn't have that much
trouble getting boys.

"Who were those boys I heard you talking about?"

"We just had a double date this weekend. We wound up at The Point. I guess
we weren't all that good at the making out part," Alison looked ashamed.

"It just takes practice. It will come with time. Would you like me to
help?"

"Help? how?" Cheryl was curious.

"Oh, I've been kissing for a while now. I think I remember making out at
The Point," I said with a chuckle. "I could help with your practicing."

A look passed between Ali and Cheryl. I couldn't read it, but they both
said, "Yes, please, Mrs. O'Brien."

"Ok." I turned to Ali, who was on my right. "I'll be your boyfriend. We'll
pretend we're at the Point." Alison has big brown eyes and a petite body.
She has long brown hair down to her shoulders. That night she was wearing a
skirt and blouse.

I put my hands on her waist and pulled myself closer to her. I looked deep
into her eyes and held them for a moment. "If I remember correctly, the
boys don't say much, do they?" She shook her head and I brought my mouth to
hers. It was awkward for a second, but she soon began responding to my
kiss. Our mouths opened up and I gave her the best kiss I knew how to give.
Ali began to melt in my hands. I moved one of those hands up and began to
fondle her breasts. I felt the little nipples on her small breasts harden
underneath my fingers. She started to break away when she realized what I
was doing, but I became more insistent. Finally, she succumbed, the
pleasure too much for her, I guess. She moaned and writhed in the kiss.

She was a good kisser too. I was becoming turned on by this girl. I wanted
to go further with her and explore more of her. But I remembered her
friend. I broke off the kiss with Alison, who just sort of slumped dreamily
into the couch and turned to Cheryl on my left, who seemed to have been
watching very intently.

"Let's you try it now Cheryl. Are you as good as Ali?" Bolder now, I took
off her glasses and went right to work. And she reciprocated immediately.
Her eager tongue was in my mouth before mine reached hers. Her arms were
quickly on my shoulders embracing me. I reached for the buttons on her
shirt as I kissed her and quickly had her blouse open. My left hand reached
up her back and quickly unclasped her bra as my right hand in front moved
it up off her tits. As I said, she had large breasts for a girl her age and
I wasted no time at all before exploring them. I rubbed her breasts then
moved my fingers to her nipples. As I rolled her nipple between my thumb
and forefinger a moan rose from her throat and she leaned her head back
breaking the kiss. I kissed her neck then brought my mouth back to her lips
for another kiss while she just enjoyed the sensations she was feeling.

I decided that it was time to move on to another stage and broke the kiss.
Ali was watching us intently and her hand was on her lap pressing hard.
"Not quite yet dear," I said to her,moving her hand gently from her crotch.
As I stood up from between the too girls, I took Alison's hand and placed
it on Cheryl's neck. "Now, you two ladies try again on each other. I'll
watch." I knelt in front of the couch and watched as the two friends,
Cheryl on the left and Alison on the right, moved closer together and
started to kiss. It was more intense this time than before I broke into
their party. I could sense that they were not just practicing now, but were
starting to make love to each other.

"Ali", I asked, "do you want to touch Cheryl's breasts? I'm sure she wants
you to." Ali nodded her head in the middle of the kiss. "Go ahead then.
Touch them, fondle them, play with them. Feel how soft they are, how she
reacts when you squeeze them. There! Yes, you've got the right idea. Don't
ignore her nipples. She'll go crazy if you touch them right." Ali was
really doing well playing with her friend's tits.

"Now, Cheryl, I think that you should reciprocate. Pull off Ali's blouse.
You can stop the kissing for a moment. There, now unhook the front of her
bra and uncover those little tits of hers. Yes, now you can play with them.
I think you've wanted to for a while haven't you?" As the girls sat there
playing with each others breasts and kissing passionately, I slipped out of
my dress, leaving me in my dark green bra and skimpy panties, garter and
stockings. As I rubbed my own tits through my bra and watched Ali and
Cheryl, I thought it was my turn a little.

"Ladies, I think it's time to teach you something else, you are learning so
well." They stopped and I looked at these two beautiful girls. Ali was
sitting in the couch wearing her skirt and nothing above. Cheryl had her
shirt half off and her jeans still on. "Was that good Ali?" I asked.

"Oh, uh, yes, Mrs O'Brien."

"Yeah, Mrs. O," Cheryl answered as well. "I could do that for a long time."
She looked shyly at Alison who smiled back at her.

"Well, I'm feeling left out a little," I said. "Cheryl why don't you take
off that shirt." She quickly took it off and her bra. "Girls do you think
I'm pretty?"

"Yes, Mrs. O'Brien! I wish I am as pretty when I'm older." Alison answered.
"I try, but, I don't know. I guess I don't have the figure for it."

I am not the all American beauty queen, by any means. I guess when you're
young, older women who you like are always glamorous to you. I am tall,
yes, but have wide hips, and my breasts, though bigger than a handful, are
not as large enough to qualify for a centerfold in playboy. I guess my
figure is rather bell shaped, narrower at the top than at the hips. I wear
my brown hair short. Many people have told my eyes are what makes me
attractive, that they light up and I sparkle. I don't know.

"You're very pretty Alison," I replied. "Both of you come kneel with me.
You and Cheryl are going to be really beautiful in a couple of years. And
don't worry about your figure. Cheryl can tell you that having big tits can
be as much a pain as not. Cheryl, do you like Ali's tits?" The two were
kneeling right in front of me now.

"Yes, Ali, you have nice breasts. And it must be nice to be able to go
without a bra sometimes. And I love the way you squirm when I play with
them."

I unhooked the front clasp of my bra and let my tits free. "Do you like my
tits Cheryl?" I put my hands under my breasts and held them up.

The girls' eyes were fixed on them. "Yes, they're very pretty, Mrs.
O'Brien. Can I touch them?" Her hand was tentatively reaching for my
breast.

"Yes, please Cheryl. Why don't you kiss this one." I indicated my breast on
the side she was on. She moved quickly down and took my nipple in her
mouth. "Oohh! That feels nice, Oh, Ali, would you kiss this one please?"
She moved in hesitantly and skimmed her mouth around my right tit. I was in
heaven with the two half naked girls each making love to my tits. "Oh yes,
Ali there!" They were a little unsure at first, "Yes Cheryl, lick my tits,
yes," but they quickly became more and more adept and I became wetter and
wetter. My hands roamed down on their chests and fondled their tits as they
kissed mine. Finally as Ali was nibbling my nipples, I could take no more.

I put my hands on either side of Ali's face and lifted it to mine. I kissed
her full on the mouth then started to push her backwards. "Lean back a few
moments please, Cheryl dear. I'll be with you in a minute." I rolled Ali
onto her back and skimmed my mouth quickly down to her breasts. Her small
nipples were hard, each like the eraser on a pencil. I flicked each in turn
then kissed my way quickly down her smooth, soft belly. I lifted up her
skirt and revealed a pair of skimpy red, nylon panties. "Did you let the
boys at the point see these, Ali?" I said as I looked into her eyes. Those
eyes looked back, somewhat scared, shaking no just a little in answer to my
question, wanting me to stop and wanting me to continue.

Still staring into Alison's eyes, I put a thumb under either side of her
panties and pulled down. She raised her hips a little so I could get them
off. Only when her panties were off her legs, did I break contact with her
eyes and look at her pussy. It was lovely, and I knew that I was going to
be the first, besides Ali herself, to explore it. I spared a quick look at
Cheryl who had her pants off and was rubbing her tits with one hand and her
pussy through her panties with the other. "It'll be your turn in a minute,
dear." I said to her. Then to Alison, "Ok, pretty Ali, relax and enjoy
this."

I lowered my mouth to Ali's pussy and began to lick. I licked the outside
of her slit from the bottom, where it almost reached her ass, to the top. I
licked the sides, teasing her, then I moved back to the top. Then spreading
her lips from the top with my fingers I plunged my tongue into her.

The taste was wonderful. It brought back memories of when I had first
tasted my best friend's pussy, when we were in high school. Fresh and young
and somehow unlike an older woman's. I lapped at her juices like a starving
kitten.

She started to moan then. It was small at first, her mouth was barely open
and the sound was from the back of her throat. Then my fingers found her
clit. As I played with it, my tongue continued to work on her, probing as
deeply as I could. And her noises got louder, "Oh Mrs. O'Brien. Mrs. Ohh!
Mrs. O! Oh my!" she screamed. Her pussy spasmed around my tongue in orgasm.

I continued to lick her gently for a while, as she relaxed. Barely catching
her breath, she whispered, "Mrs. O, that was wonderful." A couple of pants.
"Is that an orgasm?" More pants. "Did I come?"

I brought myself up and kissed her gently, a smile on my face. "Yes, Ali
love! You came. And I think you can call me Martha." Then we heard a moan
from next to us. "I think we're forgetting someone," I said and turned and
reached for Cheryl, whose fingers were now inside her panties.

"I think I'd like to..." Alison said hesitantly.

"Why don't we make it a joint effort." I laughed.

We both slid along the floor next to Cheryl. Ali went right for her tits,
sucking her friends tits with relish. I moved a little more slowly. While
planting my mouth on hers for a deep kiss, I reached down for the hand
Cheryl had between her legs. I pulled it out of her panties, and brought it
up to face level. I broke the kiss, then slowly sucked the juice off her
fingers one at a time, staring into her blue eyes. I think she almost came
right then. Then, slowly, I skimmed my lips down her neck, past Ali at
Cheryl's breasts, over her belly and down to her crotch. I planted a kiss
on her pussy through her wet cotton panties, then pulled them off.

"Ali, dear, slide on down here." I whispered. Ali teased Cheryl's nipple
out of her mouth, then joined me crouched between Cheryl's legs.

"I never realized how pretty a girl is," she said looking at the blonde
silk covering Cheryl's pussy. "What do I...? How do...?"

"Just kiss it, like this." I leaned down and kissed the top of Cheryl's
mound, then down and around her lips, and her thighs. Cheryl watched us
dreamily. "And lick it, like this." I licked her slit from bottom to top,
tasting her, savoring her, then thrust my tongue into her causing her to
squirm. "Do what you'd want her to do to you. C'mon try it."

I backed off and Ali moved in. She was hesitant at first, afraid that she
wouldn't like it, or maybe afraid that she would. Then when Cheryl moaned
in response to her tongue, Ali took off. She ate like a starving woman. All
over Cheryl's pussy, her thighs, inside her. Cheryl started squirming. She
couldn't hold her hips still and Ali was having trouble staying with her.

"Stop a second, girls." I suggested. "Let's try it a different way." They
looked up at me, Ali's face glistening wet. "Ali stay where you are,
Cheryl, slide on down underneath her." Cheryl did so, and I stopped her
when they were hip to hip. "Now Ali, put you cunt down onto Cheryl's. Yes,
like that. You can spread your legs some more Cheryl. Does that feel nice?
Good, now lower the rest of you on her. Cheryl, lift your legs and wrap
them around Ali. That's it. Now, Alison, start moving back and forth, rub
yourselves together. Start slowly, then move faster."

They concentrated on their movements for a minute, to figure out what I was
telling them. Then they caught it, and went at it with abandon. Cheryl
reached for Ali, and pulled her to her to kiss, while Ali humped away at
her friend. It was a beautiful sight.

I slid back between their legs. I lowered my tongue down to Ali's ass and
licked her. I think this made her come, but I'm not sure because she didn't
stop. I felt all over the two of them: their soft bottoms, their smooth wet
thighs, their lovely pussies.

I needed to come now. I couldn't wait any longer. I rolled back on the
floor and took off my panties. My right hand lifted to my tits, and my left
went between my legs. I forgot about the girls. My fingers pumped in me and
I quickly came with a scream.

"Can we help?" said one of the girls hesitantly.

"Oh, please, yes!" I panted. They moved between my legs and I spread them
as wide as I could to make room for them. They took turns licking and
kissing my cunt with obvious pleasure, like a new game. The orgasms soon
reduced me to state of bliss. I couldn't take any more. I pulled them up to
me, and kissed them both. Then I pulled them to me and held them, feeling
special, glad that Steph stood me up.

We came up with a story for their parents so they could both stay the night
and took turns playing with each other in my bed 'til morning. Then I
shifted them off to the quest room before the kids woke up, so I wouldn't
have to come up with any explanations (except about the noises from the
guest room maybe). Now there are times when my husband goes away that I get
a "babysitter" and don't even go out.

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