I received a PM from a regular reader of my posts, asking me about the first time I had sex with a classmate, one of my girlfriends. I've thought about it,and, here's that tale.

We were both 14 and freshmen in HS, and we had known each other since preschool. Lynn was tall, like me, and was maturing, physically, like I was. We were the tallest in our class at 5'8" when we were frosh, and both played on the JV basketball team. During showers, after our practices, I had noticed her sneaking looks at me while we showered and talked, gossiped, etc. Jenny's mom and I had been 'together' a couple of times by then,and, I was quite a bit more sexually mature by then, more aware. Her 'sneaked looks' excited me secretly, and I would purposefully position myself in the shower to give her 'poses' and views that allowed her to get an eyeful, knowing she was eyeing me.

We started spending a lot of time with each other, outside of B-ball, and slept over at each other's houses from time to time. The first couple of times, we talked about boys, sex, boobs, all the usual 'girl' things. The third or fourth time, we decided-she asked, actually-to practice 'kissing' with each other so we'd be ready when we started dating boys. My time with Jenny's mom had taught me a lot about kissing, and I was clearly more advanced than Lynn when we started, but she was a fast learner. After the first practice session, we both looked forward to more sleepovers and practices. She really liked our smooching sessions when we 'went to bed' for the evening, she was ready as soon as the lights were off. She was the first peer that I told about my discovery of masturbating, something she had not done yet, but was curious about that 'feeling' I described to her.

The first time we had sex, it was me 'doing' her but after that time, she became a quick learner and we pleasured each other throughout HS, even after she started dating boys. That first time, however, we were in her bed, kissing each other, with tongue by that time. Her breathing would always increase when our tongues touched or I sucked on her tongue, her legs would skirm about, clearly reflecting her 'hot' status. This time though, she asked me, as we kissed, if I could show her how to 'get that feeling' I kept talking about.

I told her to remove her panties if she really wanted to learn how to do it to herself;she did, while I kissed her but this time I put my hand under her sleepshirt and started rubbing her breasts. She didn't protest a bit, mummuring about it 'feeling so good', breathing very hard. I had her put her own hand on one of her tits and told her to rub her breast with her hand the same way I was rubbing her other one. She did as I said, kissing me back harder than ever before, as we played with her boobs. I trailed my hand down her stomach, still kissing her, she still squeezing her breasts, with both hands now, until my hand reached her pubic hair. She gasped when I touched her clitoris, her sound muffled by our kiss, and when my fingers found her crack, it was soaking wet. Her clit was swollen and hard when I began rubbing my palm in small circles on it, her moans were constant. When I slipped a finger into her pussy, my thumb kept rubbing her clit, and her first climax was quick, her scream barely kept silent by our mouths on each other's.

I broke off our kiss and lay my head next to hers on the pillow while her breathing decreased. She turned to me and started kissing me again harder, more passionately, moving my hand back to her pussy, her legs spreading a bit more. I kissed and rubbed her for a bit and started my tongue down her neck, across her chest, until I found her erect nipple which I sucked into my mouth. She pulled the pillow over her face so that she could moan into it, not waking her family down the hall. I asked her if she liked what I was doing but she didn't answer me right away because she was reaching another climax from my hand-job. After the orgasm subsided, she said that she was loving what I was doing to her. When I asked her if she wanted me to show her something else that she'd like, she whispered, "Yes, show me anything you want."

I slipped her nipple from my lips and began kissing her body. When my lips reached her stomach, she was already thrashing her hips in the bed, squirming in anticipation. When I moved over her and between her legs, she didn't flinch or become nervous. I didn't know it then, but now, in retrospect, I realize that I was experiencing my first encounter with a sexually-submissive personality.

I lay between her legs, kissing her stomach, kissing the top of her thighs, driving her crazy, getting her hornier. When I moved my mouth to her mons, I lowered it and almost covered it with my mouth, my tongue flicking and licking her. The smell of sex in the room was strong and that drove my intensity even more. When I finally slipped my tongue across her pussy lips, she screamed into the pillow on her face, again barely muffling the sound. She exploded into another orgasm when my tongue slid into her pussy, my thumbs rubbing her clit. I became frenzied in my eating of her, devouring her, not able to get enough of her tastes and smells. She kept having orgasms, at least three that I remember, all very close to each other. I had a mini-climax myself, from rubbing my crotch against the bed as I ate her.

I got tired, my mouth was sore, so I kissed her one last time and crawled up and lay across her. She removed the pillow she had been holding against her face and wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me to her body. She reached up and kissed me, her tongue deep in my mouth. She discovered her juices on my lips and eagerly licked them from me, enjoying the taste of her own cum and wetness on my lips.

Afterwards, as we cuddled in each other's arms, falling asleep, she said that what had just happened was the most wonderful feeling she had ever had. She asked if I could stay another day and night. I told her I'd call my parents after hers OK'ed it, if I stayed an extra day/night. She said they would and asked if we could do this again tomorrow night. I told her that we could and asked if she wanted to learn how to do it to me, too. She said that she wanted to do whatever I wanted to show her.

The irony is that both our parents didn't want us to date until we were 16, that they felt we were to young to start dating boys. That was OK with us. We found a way to pass the time until we were 'old enough' to handle dating, lol.

Jenny's mom and I continued to have sexual encounters, whenever we could, until I left for college. No one ever knew, especially Jenny, and I learned much from that lady. Throughout HS, my only interest, sexually, was with other girls, or women. Yes, women. I had flings with my basketball coach, and a tutor my parents had hired to help me bring up my grades for college entrance exams. Don't feel as if I was some sort of 'victim' because of the age differences, because I wasn't. The truth is that I seduced both my coach, and my tutor, knowing full well that I targeted them, not the other way around.

I also gained somewhat of a 'lez' reputation because I didn't date guys. I didn't want to, not in HS. I had 3 close girlfriends that became lovers in HS, and it was me seducing them, not anything else. I was the predator, I admit it, and I wouldn't change anything that happened back then. My first black lover was a HS classmate and the two of us were quite a hot item for a while, causing some talk among our peers, but we didn't care. It was her brother who 'deflowered' me on graduation night; he was both my first cock-fuck, and black cock that I'd had. She walked in on us and got very mad at the both of us that night, but I was a little too tipsy to really care. The fuck was OK, but it wouldn't be until after College that I would climax from being fucked by a guy.

Throughout college, I was bisexually active, fucking both sexes, always having more fun with the girls than the guys. I was very promiscuous, selective, but promiscuous. During my senior year, I had my first threesome with a girlfriend and her boyfriend. He didn't know that she and I were fuck-buddies, and when she suggested that we give him a 'treat', I was OK with it,and excited. He certaintly didn't complain as she and I took turns sucking him, and each other. We stayed friends after leaving college, for several years, and continued to have occasional threesomes even after they married.

A job transfer took me to another city, where I met Ray. I fell heads over heels in love with him, which totally surprised and confused me. I thought I was really a lesbian, and might be yet, however I knew that I wanted him to be part of my life whatever my sexual bent. Ray was 10 years older than me but when together, we were ageless. I told him of my past experiences, except that he never knew about Jenny's mom being my first time. I never told him that; he always thought that my bisexualness was a result of girls playing around ,etc. I let him think that, I never told him the truth about that first time. When I told him of my first threesome with my girlfriend and her guy, rather than being shocked, he nodded knowingly, having had a couple of meange-a-trois encounters himself by that time. His acceptance opened up doors of communication between us that cemented our relationship. We openely talked about our feelings about multi-partner sexual activities, and we both openly admitted that we sort of liked it, as individuals. Talking about it fueled our sexual fantasies, and that further fueled some really great sexual sessions for us, as well.

Our first threesome as a couple was a few months before we married, and it was with a woman from my job that had been flirting with me for months, which excited me quite a bit. I was tempted to have a fling with her, having had some after-work petting sessions a couple of times. She thought she was seducing me into girl/girl sex and I let her think that, that I wasn't experienced with other women. Ray had told me to go ahead and have a fling with her if I wanted, that he wasn't threatened by it, if I did. I was the one that suggested that we ought to invite her to join us. He was agreeable and one night, after a few drinks at a bar with her, I asked her about it. She thought a few minutes and agreed. We had her over the next evening and it was a wonderful romp for the three of us, one that we repeated quite often. It was a short walk from where we were to other threesomes, neither of us ever feeling threatened or jealous, and we discovered that we enjoyed 'swinging', and until he died last year, we continued to indulge ourselves with the lifestyle. There was never a time that our marriage and relationship was challenged by our activities with others, either as a couple, or as singles.

In the end, I am who I am. My promiscuity with others brought us closer together in some sort of convuluted sense. Don't know why, it just did. I had discovered by then that I enjoyed having the best of both sexes in my life, and, I never looked back. No one victimized me, ever, and I don't apologize about it, to anyone.

Now? Now, without Ray, I'm not sure where my life is going, sexually. I'm fortunate that he left me well off and that money isn't an issue for me. That allows me a lot of personal freedom and I will use that freedom as I see fit, as I want. My return to sexual activity has mostly been with women, and, perhaps, I am indeed a lesbian, for the most part. Though I still enjoy the occasional cock or two, my lust is truly for other women. At night, when I'm alone and masturbating, it's women that I fantasize about having sex with, not guys. Always, it's about women.

Janice left with her questions answered yesterday, and whatever happens between us, she knows the truth about who I really am. I am comfortable in my skin, and if others don't like it, too bad for them, lol.

Janice and I had lunch today, here, but it was only chatting and lunch. We're taking a well-earned break from sex for a while. A short while, I'm sure, but a while, lol. She asked about my first time, and how Ray and I became involved in swinging. I answered her questions.

I was 13, breasts beginning to bud, an A cup growing into a B before my 14,th birthday. None of my girlfriends were beyond training bras for the most part, a couple of exceptions of course. I was growing pubic hair, which fascinated me; in the course of exploring this new found hair, I discovered my clit, and had my first self-induced climax in my bathtub.

I went to see my friend, Jenny, who just had an operation but she was sleeping, from the medication, her mother told me. She asked me in, asked if I would like something to drink, asked if I'd like to sit and talk for a while, since Jenny would probably be awake soon. Sitting with her at the kitchen table, I noticed that her eyes darted down to my chest frequently as we talked. It made me uncomfortable but yet, excited in ways I didn't understand then.

She finally said something. She commented that she couldn't help but notice that my breasts were beginning to "come into bloom." I blushed and simply nodded, embarassed but pleased, that duality again. She then added the thought that my 'pubes' were probably beginning to show up as well. I nodded again and she laughed a bit. She told me not to be embarassed, that she went through the same thing when she was about my age.

She fell silent for a moment, and looking at me with a different look than I had seen on her before, asked me if I was playing with myself yet. I started to stammer a denial but she put her hand to my lips, silencing me, and said that she had. That she had started masturbating when she was 12, like me, but couldn't tell anyone about it, not even her friends. Like me, she was afraid of being made fun of and stuff. I didn't tell her I felt that way but I did.

She said that she couldn't have these talks with Jenny yet, because she was so much less mature than I was, in many ways. She made me feel almost like her 'friend' and I felt really good about that. She suggested that we go downstairs and watch TV in the den while Jenny slept.

She turned on the TV but kept the lights off in the den and it was almost as dark as a movie theater. We had brought our ice teas with us and we watched some movie, sipping tea, sitting on the sofa. She leaned against the corner of the sofa, semi-reclining, and told me to come over and cuddle against her, if I'd like. I don't know why but I did. She pulled me against her and put an arm around me. I snuggled to her and felt her breast against my cheek. I started to move but her hand held me there, close to her breast, which I realized had no bra as my cheek was slowly pressed into her tit. I didn't resist because I remember that I thought it felt good against my face.

We lay there watching the movie, totally relaxed. I felt her fingertips begin to rub along my bare arm, almost absent mindedly. I remember that it felt good and I didn't want her to stop. She softly asked me if I liked what she was doing. I nodded yes, my cheek rubbing against her soft tit, a warm rush quickly running across my crotch. Her fingertips moved to my t-shirt and rubbed the same way across my breast. She asked if I liked that as well and I nodded again but this time she had turned her breast so that my mouth brushed against her erect nipple through her blouse. Another warm rush.

Her hand closed over my breast and slowly, softly, she began feeling me, squeezing me, making more warm rushes in my young pussy. She leaned down as she played with my boobs and slowly, kissed me on the lips. She pulled back and looked at me, at my closed eyes and open mouth, and kissed me again, only this time her tongue slowly entered my open mouth. As we kissed, she continued to feel me up, and without her making me, I put my hand on her breasts and started feeling her much larger tits.

I don't know how we became naked but my next memory is of her head between my legs, her mouth and tongue on my pussy, which was feeling so damned good! We were both naked, and she had her tongue between my pussy lips, licking, while her finger rubbed my clitoris. I had, what I came to know as, an orgasm! It felt wonderful, and I had another, and another, all wonderful.

We rested but a few seconds when she asked me to 'do her, now'. I don't know how I said to her. She said she'd tell me what to do and the first thing I needed to do was to put my face between her legs. I did. She pulled me to her with her hand on my head, her fingers rubbing my hair. She told me to kiss her pussy lips, to kiss it like it were facial lips. I did, becoming intoxicated by her taste and smell, my kissing becoming more feverish. She told me to use my tongue, to lick her pussy, to stick my tongue into her pussy. I did; over and over again, my own pussy feeling like it was on fire. She climaxed, holding my head against her pussy.

We dressed and she made me promise that I'd tell no one, ever, that we could get in trouble and she could go to jail. I asked her if we could do this again, sometime, if she wanted. She stared at me for the longest time, pulled me to her and kissed me deeply. She said that we could but only if we kept it a secret, just between us. We did; I did; until now, no one was ever told by me, not even Ray.

Didn't mean to be so longwinded but how about I continue my saga later, I'm off to bed. Ta-Ta.

Our road trip is over and it was a grand one at that. We didn't get Janice a taste of black cock, as she's wanted, but we did manage for her to have a taste of some very fine black pussy.

Our last night, at the beach, was spent at a 'party' at the lifestyle bar that became our home while we were on our trip. The occasion was an anniversary celebration for the bar after 10 years of being open. We had become 'temporary regulars' and were included in the 'invitation-only' celebration.

The bar was packed, and we met a lot of nice people from the lifestyle. Janice and I spent a lot of time on the floor, dancing, and we had a really good time. There was a black woman, two of them actually, that asked us both to dance with them several times, which, of course, we did. I knew Janice was becoming seriously horny when the last two slow dances resulted in she, and her new friend, just standing on the corner of the floor, kissing hotly and feeling each other up. They were attracting a bit of an eager crowd of voyeurs, cheering them on, so to speak. When they returned, it was just Janice and Mali, her friend nowhere in sight. Mali said that her friend had to go home and couldn't stay, though she wanted to, but she's married and her husband doesn't know that she's bisexual. Oh well, my loss, so to speak.

Janice was between Mali and I in the booth, and with unspoken agreement, Mali and I began to kiss up on Janice, getting her even hotter and hornier. Janice protested after several minutes of being felt up by us that it wasn't fair to tease her if we weren't going to fuck her! Mali and I, unknown to each other until that night, looked into each other's eyes, nodding slightly to each other. I told Mali that she and I should take Janice back to our condo and do just that. Fuck her! Mali's answer was to kiss Janice passionately, placing Janice's hand between her legs, on her crotch.

Mali is a very deep, dark, brown-skinned woman of 30 or so. Her skin is smooth, soft, and her breasts are a very nice mouthful with large nipples. We returned to our condo and no sooner had I closed the door behind us, Janice was in Mali's arms, her tongue deep in Mali's mouth. I took off my clothes, and then, I helped them out of theirs. I led them both to the bedroom, off of the living area, pulling them into bed with me.

Mali and I quickly began smothering Janice with our kisses, with our hands roaming over her body. Janice's hands found Mali and I's pussies, her fingers playing with our clits, our pussy lips. Janice broke off a kiss with me, and rolling over onto Mali, began kissing her way down Mali's body. Mali and I started kissing, my mouth moving to Mali's erect brown nipples which I sucked into my mouth. Janice's tongue found Mali's pussy and when Mali opened her legs wider, Janice moaned loudly as her mouth and tongue worked over Mali's lovebox. Mali pulled me up to sit on her face and I rode her delicious tongue for quite a while, enjoying her techiniques. Janice was sucking and tonguing Mali furiously as Mali did the same to me. I came first, a delicious orgasm that came over me in waves. Mali was next, pulling Janice's head deep into her crotch when it came.

We lay there, together, resting, catching our breath. I started off another round of sweating and screaming by first eating Janice to a quick orgasm, and then moving over slightly, and doing the same to Mali's sweet smelling pussy. When I finished with Mali, I fucked them both, one at a time, with my strapon dildo, the big one. Both screamed, loudly, when they reached orgasms.

After Mali left us, at two in the morning, Janice couldn't get enough of my wet pussy, eating me to terrific climaxes for the next hour, seriously, a whole fucking hour! And, as she has become so fond of, Janice received an ass-fucking from me, the big strapon dildo spreading her asshole wide as I fucked her hard with it. Her last orgasm of the night had to have woke the entire hotel because of her unfettered screams, even muffled by the pillow she was biting into.

The ride home was great, Janice and I enjoying each other's company even more. I know the truckers were enjoying the sight they got when I passed them one time. Janice had reclined her seatback, hiked her skirt and as I drove, laid there while my free hand fingered her. A couple of truckers hit the airhorn in applause as we passed, lol.

Oh well, back to reality, I'm afraid, lol.

It would appear that my new 'fuck-buddy', Janice, and I have a flair for double-teaming other gals, lol.

We spent the 4th celebrating with the rest of the 'beach bums' here and had a wonderful time at the fireworks display, except that we watched it from our hotel balcony, with a new friend, the three of us stoned and naked. I know, it never seems to end, does it?

Mindy was the lady. We met her at the lifestyle bar we've adopted as our base while we're here, on the shore. She was alone, and we began chatting her up at the bar, moving to a table with our drinks, for a little privacy in our conversation. She was pissed, her married girlfriend having stood her up, not meeting her as she was supposed to. While the three of us laughed and bitched about the foolishness of fucking around with married people, we also were feeling the effects of the awfully strong martinis. When I returned from the restroom, Mindy and Janice were in a serious lip-lock at the table, Janice's hand under Mindy's skirt. I commented something silly about feeling left out and the two of them quickly made that feeling go away. Mindy led me onto the dance floor for a twirl but the only twirling going on was her fingers on my nipples, through my tank top. We weren't dancing as much as we were holding each other, kissing each other, touching each other, on the corner of the floor. When she and I returned to the table, it was Janice's suggestion that the three of us go back to our hotel room.

Mindy walked in ahead of us, turned around, facing us, and started removing clothing. I sat on the couch, watching her and Janice, take off each other's clothes while I rolled us a big, fat doobie. They joined me on the couch, both naked, and as we shared the joint, the two of them attacked me with kisses and touches, getting my clothes off of me with little problem. Mindy dropped to her knees, on the floor in front of me, and licked her way up my thighs until her tongue found my swollen lovebud. Janice and I were kissing passionately as Mindy tasted my juices, licking my pussylips with great skill. I pulled Janice up and laying my head on the couch-back, I positioned her so that her legs straddled my head, her pussy on my mouth. Janice climaxed very quickly, twice, as Mindy continued to eat away at my hot pussy, and then it was my turn. It was a very, very, good climax, rocking my body mightedly. After the shaking stopped, Janice and I took Mindy to our bed, laying her on her back, my head between Mindy's legs, Janice's mouth on her breasts, sucking and licking her tits. Mindy was quite vocal when she orgasmed, her hands pulling me into her pussy, her moans echoing off of our hotel room's walls.

It was Janice who asked us to 'fuck' her with my strapon, and Mindy and I took turns doing that while the other of us, licked and sucked Janice's breasts. Janice asked us to fuck her in the ass with the strapon, which, again, we took turns doing, the thick strapon spreading Janice's asshole as we fucked her hard. Janice has really gotten into anal sex, these past few weeks, the harder and deeper, the better.

We took a break from the action when the fireworks outside started, the three of us sharing another doobie, standing naked on our hotel balcony. A couple, two rooms down from us, was also on their balcony but watched the three of us more than the fireworks show. As we left the balcony to return inside, Mindy blew the wife a kiss which, I think, blew the wife's mind judging by the gasp she gave when it happened. The husband couldn't get his eyes off of the three of us and didn't see his wife's reaction, but we did.

Mindy dragged herself to her house about 3 this morning, literally looking freshly-fucked and sucked. But the three of us were smiling when it was all over, especially Janice, after all of the fucking her ass got from Mindy, me and Mr. Strapon, lol.