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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Source (Ff, lesbian, ped, 1st) By Anonymous Author 2002 *** I got me my first rubber dong when I was 17. It was the best gift I've ever given myself. I wanted and needed regular and penetrative sex, even if it was only with myself, from the age of twelve at which I accidentally ripped my hymen using a hairbrush for masturbatory purposes. The summer of '77 was the summer I entered my teens and also the summer I lost my virginity. As fate would have it, it was craved by a woman of 36 and I gave it freely. We were vacationing in Norway that year. Dad's crazy about fly fishing and so was I, at the time. I had recently discovered masturbation and was practising the noble art of self indulgence diligently every chance I got. Fishing could never compare to that. To my great dismay, I came down with rubella, which my sister had passed on to me before we left. My dad didn't want me to be alone in the damp, draughty cabin we rented and thus it was decided that I would stay in the caravan of this neighbour woman and her son until I felt better. Not that I was particularly ill. Her son was 10 and out playing with my brother all day. So it came to be that we had most of the days to ourselves. I was well tucked in and taken care of by Grete. She was a brunette, full bodied with an angelic face and ENORMOUS breasts. Mine were just beginning to show signs of budding and I was SO jealous. I was a very small girl then; thin as a reed, no hips and about 135 cm tall. Once, as she lent over me to fetch the lunch tray, I pinched her nipple through her dress and bra and got slapped on the arm for the trouble. She apologised and stuttered something about me causing her pain. I KNOW she lied since I had been very gentle. I sulked, but secretly fingered myself silly for the remainder of that day, thinking about those huge, soft globes. The next day must have been the warmest of the whole summer, I think. I wore no clothes whatsoever and certainly no covers. The fever was going down and I was sweating floods. I tried sleeping, but with thoughts of sleep came thoughts of sex and I tried to get myself off once more before dozing off. I drew the small curtains all around the caravan and started rubbing my slit up and down, closing my eyes with the lovely sensations that soon overwhelmed me. Suddenly Grete appeared in the doorway. I turned onto my stomach with lightning speed and feigned sleep. A few seconds later I felt a hand on my buttocks and her weight beside me as she sat on the bed. I looked up and to my surprise and shame I saw that she was crying. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and falling in her lap. I felt so guilty. I had done a bad thing and now she was angry with me. I blushed from head to toe, cried myself and said I was sorry and that I would never do it again and that I would leave her camper at once. She then took me into her arms, squeezed me hard and said that her tears had nothing to do with my masturbating, well, maybe a little, for she so longed for release herself. Her husband had been arrested for drunk driving in Oslo two days before their vacation and this was three weeks ago. For the next hour she told me in total candour about their sex life, what positions they used, how much she liked oral sex, how she liked to masturbate and that she was bi-sexual in all respects. By the time she finished her tale, her hand was inside her panties and I could hear this distinct wet "clicking" noise of a finger rapidly stroking a clit. I knew the sound all to well myself. Her eyes were closed and her breath hissed through her teeth. She was getting there. With my right hand I started fingering my own slimy quim, my left came to rest on her breast. In a minute she came with a loud "ooooooohhhhhh" and her face contorted in pleasure. I absently wondered if I looked like that when I came. As her breathing became normal again, she turned towards me and looked at me. She looked at my downy pussy and at the hand working on it. "Would you like to look at me," she said. I silently nodded in response and trembled in anticipation of what was to come. She turned to sit on the bed with her left leg draped over mine, slid the strap of her dress down the arm and pulled one of those magnificent breasts out of the bra. I swear it was bigger than my head. She then pulled her dress up to her waist. She had knickers in the most horrible green hue imaginable, but that's beside the point, I couldn't wait to see what was behind that big damp spot in the middle. I stroked her breast with clumsy fingers while two fingers of my other hand plunged in and out of my cunt, making the most incredible sounds. She closed her eyes and pulled her knickers to the side and showed me a very wet, fleshy cunt with big outer labia and no visible inner labia. She was very hairy and the scent that rose from her crotch hit me like a punch in the face. She opened her eyes and looked at me, "Do you like the view, Helen?" I could but nod in reply. I was flushed, close to orgasm and totally bewildered. "You can touch it if you like." Uncertain of what to do I just stretched out my hand and let it drop in her lap. She took it and placed it on her pussy. Actually, she sat on my hand and I tried as best I could to move my fingers like I did with myself . I got between those big outer lips and suddenly I was inside! Well, partly anyway. Her eyes went wide and she gasped loudly. It was so warm, so soft, so slippery and exciting that I forgot all about my own aching cunt and gave hers my undivided attention. She suddenly pulled my fingers out, leaned backwards until she was sprawled across the foot of the bed, took off her panties and sniffed them, motioning for me to do the same. I pressed my mouth and nose to the soaked gusset and inhaled the scent of a woman in heat for the very first time. Neither cocaine nor any other "nose-candy" could ever have done what that scent did for me. It made my head spin, set my crotch on fire and my mouth water, all at once. Grete just laid there, smiling at me with damp eyes. I smiled back at her behind her knickers and kept on sniffing. She signed to me to crawl on top of her and I climbed up and lay on her belly. She was a VERY full bodied woman and we must have looked ridiculous together, me only a fraction of her size. I rubbed my kneecap on her pussy in a sort of humping motion and tried to rub myself on her belly, but to no avail. I crawled higher until we were face to face. I could smell the residue from her panties on her face and licked her chin and lower lip. She licked the tip of my nose and we both started giggling, but stopped when she covered my mouth with hers and gave me my very first French kiss. Her tongue felt large and coarse at first, but then I melted in her mouth, responding with my own tongue sliding in between her lips. She started sucking on it so hard it was almost painful. She let go and apologised, then started over, more gently this time. I felt her hand trail my back down, slowly towards my bum, tracing the crack to my opening. I spread my legs as far as I could as she let her finger circle my wet hole. She slid it in and kept going as she felt no resistance. She broke the kiss and asked me if I had done "it" before. "No, you're my first," I whispered into her mouth. She fingered me ever so gently for a while, then stopped and told me to turn around. So I turned onto my back and was rewarded with a laugh. "No, head to foot, silly." "Oh.." I turned over and turned again to face her hairy crotch. At once her pussy disappeared out of view as she pulled me towards her face. Uncertain of what was going to happen, I twitched violently as I felt something warm and slithering trace my pussy from clit to rectum. It took me a few moments to realise it was her tongue and at that moment I felt it enter me. God in Heaven! The feelings I experienced over the next minutes, are even with all the experience I've gathered since, still beyond description. The words Total Bliss will have to suffice. As she alternately, slowly circled my hole and fucked me with her tongue, I longed to return the favour. The difference in height made it impossible, though. She tried to raise her knees, but all I got was good look. "Please, finger me" she said. I reached down with both hands and pulled her lips apart and started to rub my middle finger in the wetness below. Her whole body jerked as I touched her clitoris and I concentrated my efforts on that area. Her clit wasn't easy to find among the folds and I think I missed it more often than not, but I heard her whisper "Oh, Hel‚n" a few times, so I must have done something right. I came twice in her mouth in the time she licked me. Every orgasm began with her sucking hard on my clit and ended with her tongue as far up my vagina as it would go. She later confessed that she liked the feel of my contractions around her tongue. I was exhausted and just laid on her stomach, panting, trying to get a grasp on reality and on what had just happened. I knew I had made love for the very first time in my young life and I had done "it." Then came the realisation that I had done "it" with a woman almost three times my age. I pondered these facts for a few moments, then turned to look at my first acquaintance in a world of pleasure that would be mine for a whole week. She looked back with teary eyes and a smile that spoke of secrets, of love and of ecstasy. The lower half of her face was covered in cum. I touched her chin, smelled my fingers and tentatively licked them. "Do you like it." Grete asked. I told her it tasted of us both. She then took my finger and sucked on it. "Yes, you're right. It does. Do you like my taste?" she asked. "Yes," I whispered. Then she said the most beautiful and exciting thing, "Det ‘r best n†r det kommer fra kilden." (It's best when it comes from the source.) She looked me deeply in the eyes and gently pushed me off her body. She scooted towards the head of the bed and took off her dress and bra and laid down completely naked. She was so beautiful. Her skin was alabaster white and even though she had born a child and was very overweight, she didn't have any marks, apart from a small appendix scar. She kept her eyes steadily on mine as she slowly parted her legs. She squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples to the point where I thought they'd tear. For a woman that size she was unusually agile. She kept parting her legs until there was no room in the alcove, she then bent the knees and parted her legs some more. Her cunt was clearly visible now, a bulging Venus mound with those big lips below and a hint of the entrance at the bottom. She then did something I could never do today. She stuck her arms between her legs and using them as levers, pulled her knees almost to her ears. This had a dramatic effect on her cunt. The lips parted and released a trickle of her nectar like cum. Her anus came in view and seemed ready to burst, but most of all, her vagina opened up completely and I swear I could see her cervix. She reached down and parted her lips even further. I couldn't see her clit, but with a few quick flicks of her index finger, it appeared at the inverted "V" at the top. I actually grew to a length of about a centimetre before my very eyes. It was a beautiful sight and I told her so. She told me she'd been photographed in that position and that the photos had been burnt on the opening day of an exhibition before I was even born. "All this is yours, love," she said. I shuffled closer until I was looking directly down on what would be appropriately described as delectable. I pushed two fingers inside and was rewarded with grunt from Grete. I pushed them in and out and soon added a third. She flicked her clit at the same time, but I sensed that this was my job and pushed her hand away. I started rubbing it with the thumb of my other hand and Grete went wild. She whined, she yelped, she moaned, she thrashed around the bed and then she stopped breathing, went rigid, stared at my face with her mouth in a big, silent "O" ... and came. My hand was flooded with her juices and my fingers more or less crushed as her contractions began. Her face turned dark red and the sound she made, as the last contraction racked her body, scared me quite a bit. It came from a place neither she, nor I knew existed. As she came in for landing again, I pulled my hand out and looked at it. I was wearing a transparent glove! I parted my fingers and they were webbed. The web broke into strings that formed droplets which I caught on my tongue before they could fall and go to waste. Grete was looking at me. All was silent. She was still in that awkward position and cum was trickling down her crack, over her anus and onto the bed. "It's best when it comes from the source." she repeated. I took one last look at her face, saw the longing in her eyes and dove in. I pressed my face to her cunt as hard as I could and rubbed it all over to cover it in her cum. I looked up at her and licked my lips. She smiled and said "Go on, It's all yours." I started exploring every nook and cranny with my tongue, lips and nose. She helped me by parting her lips, giving me access to all of it. God, I licked her inside and out. I cleaned her out completely. I wished I had a 6 inch tongue at that moment. I sucked so hard on her clit I thought it would come off. She had to hold her lips open the entire time until she came again. She was so big down there, I couldn't breathe when her lips closed around my face. Her third orgasm wasn't as strong as her second, but just as wet. I tried her trick by pushing my tongue as far inside her as it would go, when I felt the first contractions. And nearly drowned. The slimy stuff went up my nose and I choked on it. It tasted wonderful, but it was a bit too much at once. I swallowed what I could and let the rest dribble down my chin. Somewhere in the distance, I heard her voice and looked up. She was sweating, sweat trickled between her breasts and the rolls on her belly. My face was sticky from the chin to my eyebrows. And it hurt. My cheeks, my lips and my chin were assaulted by a burning sensation that grew worse as her cum dried on them. We looked in the mirror and my face was crimson. Apparently it was her pubes that caused it. I had simply been scratched in my violent attempts to please her. She washed my face with water and put on a cooling sun lotion. She washed my crotch and I washed hers, very slowly and very carefully. We only had ice cold water and a sponge for the job, but it still felt wonderful. I fingered her and took the time to look at her cunt carefully and up close. I had washed away the cum, but her pussy was quick in producing freshly squeezed juice. I dipped my fingers in them as I used to dip them in sherbet powder when I was younger, and licked them off while Grete stood there on shaky legs with her eyes shut tight, holding her cunt open, giving me full access to the source. With this picture I leave you and hope you enjoyed reading my story as much as I enjoyed writing it. It is true for the most part, although I've embellished on a few minor details. It happened 23 years ago and some of memories were lost among later conquests. But one thing will never be lost: The fond memories of my first lesbian love making. I've had many women, many men and some other species since those days, but there's no time like the first time. Responses are welcome at: helen432@hotmail.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 17