lesbo sex experience part3
by Porn Review Blogdrowning in a warm sea of it. I rode it out and stifled my cries by shoving my
mouth against my shoulder while my hands kept violating my own body. Finally, it
happened, the oragasm came and I collapsed onto the tiles, my pussy still
grasping obscenely at the two fingers left inside.
Needless to say, the rest of the day, I was much more relaxed.
A couple of days went by without event. There were times when I almost convinced
myself it had all just been a dream. The note, the blindfold, the girl, the
heat, cumming in the shower. But I had bruises on my knees and arms from falling
in the shower. And every time I brushed my hair, I could feel that there was a
lock missing.
At night, I would bury my hands in my pussy and my mouth at my shoulder. Or my
pillow. Or a stuffed animal. Or just twist my face up in knots and try to keep
from yelling and crying out loud at the pleasure my hands and dirty thoughts were
giving me. I no longer cared that what I was doing or thinking was a sin
according to my upbringing. At church on Sunday, I went through all the motions
and pretended eveything was normal. But later that day my brother pulled me
aside.
“What’s up with you Molly?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“You’ve been acting weird lately. Even for you.”
“No I haven’t. And you oughta mind your own business.”
“I would, but I can hear you crying and moaning at night through the wall. My
room is right on the other side of that wall, you know. What are you doing in
there?”
“Nothing. Leave me alone.”
“Oh,” He said with a look of realization coming across his face. “You better not
let mom or dad catch you, Molly. They’d finally ship you off to the looney bin
like they should’ve already.”
“Fuck you!”
He reached to slap me, and then he thought better of it. Even though my parents
were not too happy with me lately, they’d still take my word over his on
anything.
“You just watch yourself.”
That night, the euphoria I had been in for the last few days was shattered and I
cried myself to sleep, careful not to make any noise at all. My face was buried
so deep in my pillows I could barely breathe, but I gradually learned not to make
any noise.
Monday, I was back at school. I went to my locker to get my history book, my
favorite subject. I opened my locker and there on top of my stuff was another
note, slipped in through the vent slots. It was written on silky red paper with
black ink. It was the same writing as the first note. I instantly felt my
crotch grow damp.
I waited until I got home that day and was alone. I locked the door to my room
and sat on my bed. I started to read. Her writing was beautiful. She was
telling me how beautiful she thought I was and how she dreamed of me and wanted
me so badly. Nobody had ever said these kind of things to me, never expressed
such warmth or passion towards me and I didn’t know what to think. I had always
felt worthless and ugly and ignored. And now here was this girl I whose name I
didn’t even know. Whose face I hadn’t seen. And she was telling me how crazy
she was about me. Something rose up deep inside me, from a very dark place and
…End of the part3. To be continued..