Art of pussy lick and seduction

I don’t care what all the so called experts say, for me lesbianism was a choice rather than some inborn desire for girls. Maybe my choice was influenced by circumstances; certainly it wasn’t that I had some desire to be more “male like”. For a young girl living in a home with two very strict parents, there really wasn’t much opportunity to develop sexual intimacy with a boy. It was completely different for girls, there was no suspicion or caution on the part of my parents. We were allowed to hang out in my bedroom (even with the door closed), we could go out together and my folks didn’t ask questions. As a teenager the only possibility I had to be intimate with anyone was with other girls. So mine was a choice driven by necessity.

While I have a dominant personality and am usually the sexual initiator, I’m not the butch type. Physically I’m 5′-4″ and a size 4 petite, I dress like a girl (love to wear skirts), wear makeup, and have a feminine presence. Emotionally I’m all female too – probably no different than most heterosexual girls – certainly I’m as comfortable being a female as they are. I like that women are soft and gentle and feminine. But I also like to control things. And I like the feeling I get when I am able to manipulate a shy, reluctant girl into being the sexual leader. Seducing a girl gives me a thrill. There is something about the hunt and the conquest that feeds my libido. I don’t condone rape and while I have forced myself on several girls, I don’t think it ever got to a point where they resisted to their physical capability. In nearly every case they eventually came around to the point where they were willing – if not, they were at least resigned to what we were doing together. I might have have left a few emotional scars, but no more than most people out there have done. Just ask someone who’s been dumped, or cheated on, or used. I’m not proud of this fact, just owning up to mymistakes.

My hunger for girls began five years ago when I was 13 years old. Many of the kids in my class were already experimenting sexually. An opportunity tempted me and lust drove me. I was at a sleep- over part at one of my friend’s house. Amy was there as well – she was only 12 but had skipped a grade so we were all in the same class. Everyone dozed off to sleep about 1 am. About a half hour later I was lying there awake in the darkness, when I noticed Amy got up and went to the bathroom down the hall. I waited a minute and then followed. I opened the door and Amy blurted “Oh shit! You scared me!” as she sat on the toilet with her nightgown bunched up in her lap. “Sorry – Are you ok?”, I asked. “Yeah, can you find me some TP, the roll is empty”, she replied. I’ll never be able to explain what made me do what I did, but I stepped forward and reached my hand in between Amy’s legs and ran my hand over her dripping pussy and immediately removed it. Amy stared at me in shock while I stared at my fingers, no w glistening from drops of urine collected from Amy’s pussy. It was such a turn on that I put my hand back between her thighs. Just as my fingers brushed her slit, she grabbed my wrist and yelled at me, “What are you doing!” My very matter-of-fact reply was simply, “I’m cleaning you up”. With that I pressed my fingers between Amy’s slit. She tried to push my hand away but I had a better angle than her and she could do nothing so stop my probing. Unable to overpower my arm, she pleaded for me to stop. I couldn’t have even I had wanted to – I wanted this badly. With urgency, I worked my fingers deeper between her pussy lips and encountering her little entryway, managed to slip one inside her vagina. Her urine serving as lubrication, my digit glided smoothly inside her to its full length. Amy gasped as I penetrated her. I couldn’t believe how good she felt – so warm and so smooth. The walls of her vagina surrounded and massaged all the way around my finger. She was really tight, but at the same time , very slick.

This was the first time I had touched another girl sexually. It was like a floodgate was opened. Controlled by lust now, I dropped to the floor and lifting her nightgown slightly, ducked my head under and between her skinny thighs. Her legs were too close together so I slid my finger out of her pussy and grabbed her ass with both hands, forcefully pulling her towards my mouth. My face pressed against her inner thighs causing her legs to spread and her crotch to jut forward. I felt my mouth contact her pussy for the first time. Her lips were so soft and puffy – it felt so damn good. Oh god, her cunny was completely smooth, I didn’t feel a single pubic hair! Though I really had no idea what I was doing, I began to lick at her twat. I could taste the bitterness of her pee as I lapped at her. While I licked her twat, it occurred to me that Amy was no longer fighting me – the pressure on my cheeks was minimal and it felt like Amy had spread her legs even farther. Soon the taste of bitterness was replace d by a sweeter flavor as Amy’s pussy became wet from arousal. I licked at her diligently enjoying every taste, smell and texture. I explored every fold and undulation that constituted her pussy – learning what she responded to as I went and learning what I enjoyed as well (which was just about every part). Finally Amy began to shudder and her thighs clasped hard against my face. There was a new flavor now – a tangy, more substantial flavor. I swallowed Amy as she oozed into my mouth. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced – knowing a part of her was within me and would remain there. Maybe it was the sensuality of the act, or the exclusive and addicting flavor of a girl’s pussy, but I would soon come to crave the taste of girl cum.

I stood up in front of Amy. She was too embarrassed to look at me. I pulled my pajama bottoms down and held Amy’s head with both hands, drawing her to me. Horrified at what I was asking of her, she stated “I won’t do that”. “Look”, I told her, “you want everyone to know you had me eat your pussy?” A look of defeat came over her and she seemed resolved to the situation. I pulled her head to me and pressed her face to my pussy. “Lick me”, I ordered. She had terrible technique at first, so I started rubbing my pussy against her face. Eventually her tongue found my slit – or was it my slit that found her tongue – whatever, her tongue began to work magic on my little pussy. I yanked her face as hard as I could into my pussy as I came in her mouth telling her to “swallow me”. I could barely stand after my orgasm and I told Amy “That was great!” as I left the bathroom.

That first encounter would define the next five years of my life. I became obsessed with girls. With each conquest, I desired more. I craved the unknown – what shape and color would her nipple be, what would her pussy look and feel like? How would she react when I entered her vagina for the first time? What would she taste like when she came? There weren’t any openly lesbian girls at my school so my prey was usually straight girls. Turns out, many were willing to “experiment”. Some weren’t, but I began to love the challenge – like braking a wild horse. I remember one girl I hit on – she came in the bathroom while I was just about to leave. I hung around and waited. After she finished up, she was exiting the stall and adjusting her belt – I quickly bumped into her and shoved my hand down inside her jeans. I missed the waistband of her panties and didn’t make inside. As she was yelling at me I slid my hand back up and worked my hand inside her panties. I felt her soft bush even as the groped at my arm with both her hands. I started working her slit and just had my fingers parting her lips when the door flew open. It startled me which gave her the edge and she was able to pull my hand out of her panties. She frantically rushed out of the ladies room. I don’t think the girl that came in saw anything.

I eventually learned what worked and what didn’t. I had much success at dances and parties. I found I was better able to seduce a girl if she felt comfortable and we were in a private place such as a bedroom or a secluded part of a backyard. I can tell early on how far I can get with a girl. If I can get my knee between a girl’s thighs I know I will eventually be home free. A girl will often become comfortable with feeling pressure between her thighs – then it becomes a matter of gradually sliding my upper leg higher until my thigh contacts her pussy. At that point, like they say, “resistance is futile”. Actually, it’s more like the strength of her resolve to resist becomes overwhelmed as her pussy starts making decisions for her. Before long she is humping her mound against my thigh until she cums.

When I seduce a girl for the first time, I can tell the difference between a girl who is just doing what I expect her to do versus one who is enjoying what she is doing. When I watch a girl suckle me and her mouth is wide open, covering all of my breast, I know she is more than obliging me – I know she likes the fullness of a girl’s breast in her mouth and the taste and texture of a nipple on her tongue. Her moaning confesses it. Instead of just flicking her tongue over my nipple, her lips suckle like a baby and her mouth glides all around as she explores my entire breast. She will spend time gently suckling the under-slopes of my breast before moving to the soft sides and after dwelling a while, then returns to my nipple. I know she is enjoying making love to a girl – enjoying making love to me. It is one of the most fulfilling feelings when a girl reaches that defining moment where she crosses over from merely doing what I asked her to do, to enjoying it and even farther, having a hunger for what she is doing

I find I can coerce a lot of girls into eating pussy, but few actually derive as much pleasure eating pussy as the one who is being eaten. For some, there comes a point when that changes – she becomes determined, more incessant in her effort – her tongue seeks to delve deeper. She will draw back more often – rather than just flicking wildly, she is drawing out and drinking down my pussy juice. That is what does it for me! When it evolves from me shoving her head down between my legs, to actually hearing her moan as she is feasting on my pussy – that sends electrical shocks throughout my body. And when I finally come, rather than stopping in relief that it is finished, she instead persists in licking, seeking and determined to bring out a second or a third orgasm – then I realize I have shown her something special, something that will remain a part of who she becomes.

For some, there will be doubts and regrets afterwards, but at that moment she is being true to herself – she is feeding her own desires, however deep and hidden she tries to repress them. For some, there is a guilt that will torment them – a guilt that is puny and weak compared to the memory of the pleasure she has experienced. For some, there is a release and freedom that will alter their being.