Sweet Child 'o Mine

Now, this is a story as much about masturbation as about love and how sex can be the most wonderful thing in the world. Bare over with me on the English, I'm really not that good. I am a bisexual, and I have known this for as long as I can remember. I have been with several guys, and some girls as well. Though I have had sex with men, I prefer to refer to myself as a lesbian, because mutual mastrubation is so much better than penetration. I have never enjoyed sex from a man. In fact, I had never really enjoyed sex once, before I met the love of my life. Let's call her Anita. Anita and I have been together for two years in a row now, and we're still going strong. I had not come out to my parents before I met her, so you can tell it's serious. The first time we got together, after having been friends for a year, we were both a little drunk. The occasion was a party at a mutual friend's house. Since I was home alone, the decision had been made that she was going to sleep over at my place after the party. All my friends, including Anita, knew all about my sexuality, but nobody could ever have expected what happened that night between us. Already at the party, we were getting close. I danced with her, sortof slowly and sensually, but everyone thought it to be a joke. Maybe I did too... Anyway, for some reason, we ended up kissing. We kissed passionately after only a short time, and I remember she felt so good. We both fell down on a couch, kissing madly and touching eachother's bodies gently. I was shocked, because I had never depicted myself being involved with her like that. But it happend, and neither of us felt bad. After this seance, it did not take long before we were categorised drunk enough and sent home. On the way home (we walked), I pretended to be slipping (it was September and rainy), so that I had to grab a hold on her arm. She looked at me, and none of us were too drunk to understand what that look meant. At that moment, we both knew that we wanted eachother deeply, madly, truly. And speaking of deeply... After getting home, drinking a lot of water and eating some bread, we went to bed. I had planned the sleepover the day before, so the sparebed was all ready for her. She slipped between the sheets, and I noticed that she pulled her tshirt off as soon as she had tucked herself in. Mad with desire, I let one of my hands run down from my bed, which is next to the sparebed, and down to hers, running it underneath the blanket. All of a sudden, she noticed my hand and shook. As her hand came to take on mine, I realised it had come from between her legs. That got me so instantly horny, I could feel myself wetting the sheets. I said, with my lazy voice, something like "I'm lonely up here", and whoa!, the reaction... Anita threw her blankets aside, and threw herself into my bed, onto my naked body underneath the blanket. She moaned, and I figured I had to have had interrupted something. I let my hand run down her spine, letting my nails gently scratch her, as she turned around and lay beside me in the bed. For the first time, I got eye contact with her, and I could see the same thing in her eyes that I had seen on the streets. She wanted me, and she knew that I wanted her as well. At this point, I was soaking wet, and my clit was already swollen and pounding. Being used to rushing, silly boys or experienced women, I had never had the time to develop such an extreme turnon before, and I began to move my hand down towards my clit to satisfy myself. But she stopped me, looking almost angry, and forced my hand on top of the blanket. Then, she reached down and touched my thrembling sex herself. I must have been insanibly wet, and she looked quite flattered as she dipped her fingers gently into my juices and started to stroke my lips up and down. I kept thrusting my hips upwards, begging for her to touch me harder, but she didn't. She just kept me hanging, becoming more and more red in my face and more and more short-breathed. Then, all of a sudden, Anita threw my blanket away, leaving us both naked in the pale blue light from the window. She then rised and went down to look at me. I thought she was going to lick me, and I was quite glad for that, as I was at the point of bursting. I had long ago grabbed a hold on the top of my bed, figuring she wanted monopoly down there, and now, I was throwing my head backwards, ready to come. But she did not lick me. No, instead, she took away her finger from my clit, and started to slowly slide three fingers into my vagina instead. That has never given me much pleasure, and I was quite disappointed. But then, as she slowly dipped her fingers deeper and deeper inside of me as they got more and more wet, I was stunned with an intense feeling of satisfaction. I squirmed and moved like I was absolutely out of control, and I swear to you, I was. She just kept thrusting them into me, and looked at my soaked opening with great pleasure in her eyes. Then, she stopped once again. It felt like falling of a cliff, only being held up by the short string that linked me to an orgasm which clearly I had to wait for. Looking down, I saw Anita touching herself. She was so sexy, lying naked, vulnerable and horny in the moonlight, and I had to touch myself as well. That made her stop, and once again, she took my hand away from my clit. I didn't mind at all, cause quite frankly, I did not mind her masturbating me on her own at all... And that is when it really started. Without any warning, Anita went down on me, and slid her firm and long tounge between my lips and into my wetness. I screamed, but she did not stop. I felt my heart ponding like a racer car, and she kept licking and sucking on my clit harder and faster. All of a sudden, she thrusted her fingers into me again as well, and this time, it went fast, for I was so wet and open there was no need to take things slowly. I gasped and let out little screams again and again, until all I could see before my eyes, was darkness and light blinking and sparkling. I felt like I was going to pass out, and then. I came. I had never ever cum like that before in my entire life, not with anyone else, not with my self. I was seventeen years old, lay on my bed with my legs spread to the max, slowly recovering from the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and I knew that the girl who was getting herself off while picking up the heartbeats of my clit with her tounge, was the one and only one for me. This might sound superficial and sexfixed, but I assure you; when you get as wonderful sex as that, the very first day of your relationship, then there is nothing that can stop you from loving the person in all aspects of life. Thank you for publishing my story, and keep posting! I love to masturbate in front of the screen to some nice stories of breathtaking orgasms. Masturbation is the key to solving the problems of the world! Except maybe hunger...