Women in love
Hi & hello to all the readers of ISS, as usual this is your one and only JJ back with a submission of a lesbian story. Now let me tell you these narrations are real incidents and experiences that were doing the rounds at the university campus in Chidambaram a small temple town south of Chennai some 160 kms away. All these experiences are of my sweet & sexy Malathi an reader at the English department, aged 36 years and was a hot and horny bitch with flesh evenly distributed evenly expect for her ass and breast which swayed as she erotically walked around the university campus. This was a steaming hot pleasure seeking where Malathi clearly crossed her limits when it came to seducing her innocent female students. It was early December and the weather was magnificent we had jus fucked and round one was complete, when it comes to this bitch in the heat we would call it a day only when we have completed three sessions in a row. There were times when I was unable to do the needful for which her anger and disappointment would clearly show in words, deeds & actions. During one of those breaks in-between the royal fucking sessions that she had landed up on her lesbian adventures with Arathi a female doing her PhD under Malathi, she would be insane to have this opportunity go by. And thus she described her non stop lesbianism. Myself and Arathi just finished our mutual exploration the body fluids were yet to dry on the bed spread where both of us lay naked. I sat with my back against the footboard, legs stretched out in front of me, crossed at the ankles. I drank a glass of water and watched her sleep. I had never wanted anyone so badly in my life: to be kissed, held and touched by her, to hear her words whispered so softly in my ear. I wanted to be inside her not just inside her but all of me in her, living and breathing in her chest, near the beating of her heart. We were magnets, she and I, drawn together yet kept apart by a force unseen, but definitely felt. At the opposite end of her bed, she stirred and flopped onto her back. A moan escaped and I wondered what she dreamt about. Her mouth eased open and I had an urge to kiss her, to cover her lips with mine and draw in her breath, her life, her words, her smiles and laughter. I extinguished my thoughts by going into action and crawled gently over to her. I leaned over her and smiled down. Arathi looked so vulnerable as she slept, and seemed incapable of causing me pain. An ache crept through my body and my breath deepened. I leaned down and kissed her softly, sweetly, so I wouldn’t startle her awake. I sat back and brushed my hands over her broad shoulders and down to the tips of her breasts. Her nipples sprung up and I smiled – no getting past those, they never slept. I moved my hands down further over her perfect stomach and stopped at her pubic triangle, thick, dark and lush. I wanted to tangle my fingers in it, but just then she stirred and my eyes glanced up to see hers fluttering open, still in a mist of sleep. They darted about, then focused on me, and I smiled warmly at Arathi. Her lips curled into a smile, and her hands, long and slender, lifted from her sides to caress my arms and then my shoulders. She tugged gently, wanting to pull me down on her. I obliged. I gazed into her face, taking in every line, every feature: dark eyebrows, large, soft brown eyes, a small, perfect nose, and sensuous lips. I sighed, appreciating her; she laughed loud and squeezed me even closer. Our breasts found each other and there was a mutual moan, hers then mine. Her hands traced my back gently, making every muscle stir. My skin came to life in a thousand tingles as nail and skin combined. I stretched my legs out so I could be even closer to her. Our legs wrapped around each other and I felt her pubic hair next to mine. We rocked together in a slow dance. I kissed and sucked at her neck and shoulders. She tasted slightly salty and I wanted more but was afraid of being denied. I broke away and sat up. I sighed deeply and rolled my eyes. “What the fuck!”, I said and threw myself on the bed next to her. She laughed again and said my name in a low growl, as she’d done many times before. Arathi turned towards me on her side and cuddled into me, her hand rested on my breast, circled my nipple, and then traced down further over my stomach to my pubic hair. Every inch of me tensed as she inched closer to my clit. It seemed like forever before she touched me. As she tickled and circled my clit, I felt my hips rise to her touch and I was suddenly thrown into a frenzy. Every part of me ached and I grasped at her skin, urging her on. She caressed me with the flat of her palm, and I was wet – damn wet! Arathi moaned and I let out an ecstatic sigh as she slid a finger inside of me. I thought I was going to explode. She moved her finger slowly at first, and my hips rocked and rose to catch her movements, then she slid another inside and I called her name out desperately as I melted. She moved closer and sucked on my nipple. She was deep inside me, knowing she was driving me crazy. Her head moved down along my belly, and then she licked my clit. Again I called out her name, as her mouth covered my clit and she sucked. I came all at once, suddenly, strongly, my hips moving uncontrollably. I was screaming out God knows what! I was rocketed into every sensation that rocked the centre of my body. The movements slowed. She raised her head, smiled, and laughed devilishly as I called out all the curse words I knew. Her fingers withdrew from me but cupped over me to catch the remainder of my orgasm. I sighed as my senses returned. I pulled her up to me so I could hold her and kiss her. I rocked her in my arms and kissed her mouth, her face, and her ears. Arathi turned over in my arms and I cuddled into her back she moaned. I kissed her back and the nape of her neck as she wriggled into my caress. I stroked her back, her sides, and her breasts.