Sensual Lesbian Sex

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I gratefully lowered myself into the bubbling jacuzzi. I was bit tired after all the stretching exercises and the long swim afterwards, and my newly relaxing joints could do with some of that blissful warmth.


Other girls from the ante-natal class were already gone to change, and I thought I was the only one left when this new one, Jill, appeared from behind the wall. She was also, like me, not very far gone, with just a normal female rounded tummy with not a mark of visible bump yet, though her breasts seemed to stretch the top of her swimsuit to the maximum, and I could clearly see large, very dark areolae through showing though the blue material.



She stepped into the jacuzzi gracefully and lowered herself onto the shelf that run round it inside. She stretched her arms on the edge and tilted her head backwards She had medium length, reddish hair and particularly nice mouth, not overtly large, but with a natural fullness that made it look like it was always ready to be kissed. She wasn’t exceedingly pretty, but seemed very sexy and confident in her body.



“Hi, did you like today’s class?” I asked.



“Yes, I think she’s quite good” she replied referring to our midwife-cum-yoga-teacher, Sally.



“Are you going to stay on, then?”



“Yes, I think so. I liked the exercises, and she seemed sensible. Also, she was the first health professional who actually, in her talk, referred to the… opposite problem, you know”. I wasn’t sure what she meant. Today’s talk, before the exercise session, was on sex and pregnancy. I looked at Jill questioningly.



“Well, that for some women the sex drive increases, and that it can cause as much problems as if they went off sex altogether” she said. I smiled. I knew what she meant now, and I have to say I also was glad to have heard Sally mention that, as I seemed to be one of those women and, with my husband working away all week and home just for the weekend, it wasn’t very easy to cope with. I felt I was horny most of the time. Even now, the bubbles and the stream of water just behind my back were making my whole body tingle slightly. I knew I would have to play a bit when I got home, or maybe even in the changing rooms of the leisure centre.



“Oh, yes. Are you suffering from that? I know I do! And my husband is only back home for the weekends,” I said. She looked at me and seemed to blush.



“Terribly!!” she exclaimed “When I split with my bastard boyfriend I never knew THIS would be such an issue! I sometimes literally climb walls!” I chuckled but at the same time smiled appreciatively.



“I know what you mean, by Wednesday I usually feel like climbing walls myself, and I always get a lot of sex at the weekends,” I confined.



“I am single, and I don’t want to sleep around, I don’t think it would be good for the baby, but sometimes, oh, dear!!”



I found this conversation both a bit surreal and strangely arousing. There was this attractive woman, sitting about three feet from me, talking about her sexual frustrations that seemed to mirror mine so well. I wondered how she coped, I knew I would have gone crazy if my husband’s cock wasn’t available to me several times every weekend. I asked her.



“Well, I just… you know, help myself…” she mumbled.



I was getting a bit more aroused now. I couldn’t help imagining her masturbating, squeezing those full, soft breasts and reaching down between those long legs. I smiled at her encouragingly and turned slightly to face her. I looked at her breasts and the nipples seemed to be quite erect now, I could clearly see them poking like little round, taut hills through the fabric of her swimsuit.



“So do I!” I laughed.



“But sometimes I wish I had an extra hand, or two!”



Jill smiled and chuckled and then I saw her licking her lips. It was very sexy and made me feel decidedly horny. I wasn’t usually so turned on by women, although as many I had my quota of threesome and fem-on-fem fantasies. They rarely included real people, though, but this time I had all those completely crazy ideas stirring in my head, images of me caressing her, her kissing me, both of us rubbing our pussies opposite each other, watching intently, hell, even just touching here and now, under the gently bubbling water.



“I do, too. Especially, I need to, you know… my chest is quite… sensitive… and I sometimes wish somebody invented…” Jill sounded embarrassed and stammered a bit. I tried to make her feel relaxed and second guess her.



“I sometimes use just an edge of the bra, you know? This way I can have my hands free for… other things,” I said.



She looked at me and licked her lips again. I wondered if she knew what effect that had on me. I felt my pussy beginning to ache. I was dying to touch myself, and eventually, considering the bubbles, I slipped one hand under water and rubbed my clit a bit. It was hard and sensitive and touching it send little shocks of bliss inside my cunt.



“Well, yes, but I sooo love to have them licked… I can do it myself, but it’s not the same!” Jill seemed to be losing all shame now.



She squirmed in her position and I saw her put a hand under water. I couldn’t see her, but I would bet my whole salary that she was touching herself. I looked at her nipples and they seemed even bigger, now rock hard and trying to burst through her top. I gently put my left hand on my own breast which was getting to feel a bit abandoned and stroked my own nipple. I looked at Jill as I did it and she smiled.



“I have to go soon,” I said.



“Because I will really need to take care of this, I am feeling so horny.”



“I am too. I am…you know, I am playing now…” she whispered hoarsely.



I smiled. So I was right. Her left hand wandered to her breast and started to almost absent mindedly stroke her nipple, she tweaked and pulled and a small moan escaped her mouth.



“Shit, it feels so good. I just wish…”



I moved closer to her and leaned towards.



“Would you like me to help you?” I asked, surprising even myself.



I licked my lips slowly and rubbed my own breasts. I just hoped nobody was going to appear at the jacuzzi soon. It was a very quiet time, but still, somebody could have just come in. We were behind a glass-tiled wall, but it would be embarrassing to be found fooling around. She looked up at me and silently nodded.



I reached forward and pulled her swimsuit top down to expose one of her tits. It was wonderful: very full, swollen by the pregnancy from its clearly considerable size before, my judgement gave her about 38 and an E cup. The skin was pale gold, now glistening with droplets of water, the areola really large, brown, and the thick nipple now rock hard, erect and quivering under the slight touch of my finger.



I stroked it , squeezed it and then lowered my head onto it to lick. It was the first time I ever tasted a female breast, apart from my own, and it felt wonderful. I was lapping, sucking, giving it little tugs and circling it with my tongue, and these actions seemed to send delicious shivers of desire straight to my pussy. I was getting so hot doing that that I could be persuaded to do pretty much anything now. Jill was moaning as I reached with my hand and squeezed her other breast.



The sensation was absolutely fantastic. The soft breast, the rougher areola, the hard, taut nipple on my tongue, rubbing against my lips, it was better than sucking even the most wonderful cock, didn’t have the velvety feeling, but the fullness was less overwhelming, the way my tongue seemed designed to play with the nipple, circle it, flick it, while my lips were still engaged with the wonderful softness of the breast, all of this was new and hotter than anything I experienced for a very long time.



She whispered to my ear: “I think we need to get out, I won’t be able to hold on for much longer… I’ll lose all control”.



I detached myself and she quickly pulled her swimsuit top up and climbed out. I had a good look at her arse as she was going out, and it was shapely, well rounded bum, fleshy but not too massive, and the thin strap of her suit went all the way between her cheeks. She must have felt me looking, because she looked at me above her shoulder with a smile and pulled the strap to the sides. I was treated to a quick flash of her pussy, with trimmed red hair, the clit clearly visible between the swollen lips, the inside petals glistening and deep red. Oh my god, how I wanted to reach there!



She walked towards the changing rooms and I quickly climbed out after her, with my knees weak, but spurred by my newly developed, overpowering desire. I saw her walk into one of the cubicles and I slid inside behind her. I only had time to lock the door when she reached for me, and pulled my costume down, exposing my own breasts, themselves large, but very white and pointy, with very pale pink areolas and berry-like nipples.



Jill gasped: “Oh, they are wonderful… may I?”



I couldn’t say anything, I just nodded, and she started to lick my tits. She just lapped, long, slow strokes of the flat of her tongue, and it was so perfect, I couldn’t believe that somebody guessed the one, ideal favourite way I liked my tits to be caressed. Jill stopped to suck occasionally, but for most of the next 5 minutes or so she just licked, licked like if she was eating the most fantastic kind of ice cream. I was dripping wet and my knees were bucking under me again. I slid down the wall of the cubicle to the bench but she followed me and never stopped licking.



My pussy was aching, hot and tense, pulsating with desire, I felt that it would be enough to touch my engorged clit to send me over the edge and I thought I couldn’t really hold on much longer, I needed to come desperately.



Jill stopped and pulled her swimsuit down. I was sitting sprawled on the bench, she was standing in front of me, her magnificent huge tits just there for me to touch, her small red bush covering this other source of delight. I pulled her towards myself and buried my head between her legs.



She smelled wonderfully, a salty and sweet smell with a musky undertone. I pushed her legs apart a bit and I could now see the engorged lips of her pussy. Being pregnant made them darker and more full of blood, but the sexual excitement turned this dark pink flower to deep red. The clit whose glimpse I had before was now fully erect and straining from its hood.



I closed my eyes, spread the lips of her pussy and touched the clit with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered. I placed my tongue at the bottom of her slit, and took one long, soft lap, sliding gently between those engorged lips, and then all way to the top, resting it on her clit. She held my head and pushed it in.



I licked her again, slowly, softly, in long, sensuous strokes, mostly stimulating her lips, but also circling her clit. I held her legs opened with my hands, and stroked her bum too, as she swayed and moaned under my touch. She was dripping wet, her juices were flowing freely, and she tasted lovely: clean, salty, a little musky taste that drove me mad. I looked up. She was stroking and rubbing her huge breasts with both hands, head thrown back, lips slightly parted, in complete abandon.



I felt so horny myself that I thought I would not be able to control my own behaviour for much longer. As I stopped what I was doing Jill winced. She looked at me with a slightly hurt expression I smiled.



“I think we really need to move somewhere more comfortable,” I said.



She was panting and still rubbing her tits.



“But I have to come now. Please, I have to….” she whimpered.



She turned round and reached to her bag. To my total surprise she took out a dildo, smooth and rather large, with a vague outline of a cock shape to it. She smiled sneakily and handed it to me without a word. Then she stood on the floor on all fours, her superb arse in the air, the swollen lips of her cunt clearly visible, dripping juices all along her legs.



I slowly stroked the dildo. It didn’t seem to have a vibrator function, so I just slid it into her eager pussy. She gasped and as I moved it inside her, she started to moan and throw her head to the sides. I fucked her slowly with this bizarre blue cock-like instrument, kneeling next to her, and stroking her bum with my left hand. I slowly rubbed her aresehole with my fingers and then gently slid one in, just a little bit. She started to buck her hips and moan even louder. I could feel her muscles contracting, her whole body shaking as she collapsed on her knees in a paroxysm of orgasm.



I looked ta the dildo appreciatively and slowly brought it to my mouth. It felt very good, licking her juices off it, and it made my drenched, aching, tense pussy even more eager for some relief.



I took my swimsuit completely off and as I stood up, I experimentally placed the tip of the dildo at my pussy. It felt good. I pushed it in and it slid in beautifully. It filled me very well and even just feeling it there provided some relief, though my throbbing clit was on fire now. Jill stood up and looked at me wanking myself with her dildo. A smile spread on her face and she licked her lips.



“Do you need a hand?” she asked.



I nodded. She stood next to me and started this maddening licking of my breasts again. Hers were pressing against my side and I was longing to eat them. I asked her, and she let me do that, suck those wonderful globes, as she took the dildo off me and started to fuck me with it in a steady motion, while her fingers brushed my clit. I could feel my orgasm coming and as I moaned and buried my face in the soft, golden hills of her magnificent breasts, my pussy contracted as the climax exploded inside it. We were now both on our knees, I was laughing and holding on to Jill as she stroked me gently on my back.



There was some embarrassment as we showered, dressed, and left the leisure centre. I though somebody must have surely heard the noise we made there.



“Are you driving? Or walking?” she asked.



I lived only 10 minutes away and walked, while she had her car parked there.



“Would you like to go to my place?” she asked. I nodded.



We got in, and she drove off, without a word, as I placed myself in the passenger seat. As we emerged onto the North Circular, Jill gave me a quick glance.



“I loved what happened. I think it was the best orgasm I had… for ages, possibly ever…” she said quietly. I smiled. She seemed to be a very hot, highly sexed lady and I could imagine how frustrated she felt now when being single and pregnant prevented her from getting easy relief from men.



“Do you always carry the dildo with you?” I asked.



“No…but I get horny after swimming and stretching, and sometimes need to have quick one afterwards. Otherwise I would be driving home dangerously fast,” she laughed.



“How often do you use it?” I asked. I didn’t have a toy, just used my fingers and an occasional handy item, from brush handles to firm cucumbers, but that was rare.



“A lot. I got it about 4 weeks ago when I first started feeling so horny, and it helped a bit. I probably use it at least daily, sometimes… you know, not that often, sometimes twice or three times.”



She sounded a bit embarrassed, which, considering that she just fucked me to ecstasy with the instrument in question, was a bit rich.



“Maybe I’ll get one too,” I mumbled. The images of Jill using the dildo came to my head ans started to get me a bit hot again. I normally took longer than that to recover my sexual energies, but the whole situation was such a novelty that I just went with it.



“And how often you … you know, use your fingers?” I asked. She didn’t say anything for a while.



“You’ll think I am some kind of nymphomaniac,” she mumbled .



“I already do,” I laughed.



“Well most days I probably use the dildo once or twice, and I usually come another couple of times… maybe three, sometimes… just with my fingers.” she admitted.



This was more than I did, and I felt sure she was rounding the numbers down.



“I think it won’t be like that forever,” she said.



“I am sure it won’t. Enjoy it while you can,” I said reassuringly and patted her leg.



She responded to that by moving it towards me and spreading her knees a bit. Her short Lycra skirt rode up and exposed a lot of her thigh. I kept my hand there and then slowly moved it up. She was not wearing any knickers and I could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy. I moved my hand higher, and as she parted her legs I could feel slight slippery dampness there. She was getting turned on again.



I had to remove my hand as she needed to change down a gear for the turn off, but were were now near to her flat. We walked upstairs quickly and as she shut the door behind us, I just stood in the small hall, rubbing my breasts through my shirt. She walked in, kicked her shoes off and very quickly completely undressed. As she approached me, she looked absolutely magnificent.



Huge breasts, lovely rounded tummy with just a suggestion of a developing bump, wide, curvy, strokeable hips and long, strong legs: it was a body to die for, as far from stick-thin catwalk models as one could imagine, and it oozed a powerful, female, sexual energy. You could imagine this woman fucking with a complete abandon, with no inhibitions and yet remain completely wholesome and untainted.



I wanted to eat her, lick her, stroke her and pleasure her with all I could muster. I walked behind her to a bedroom behind a cluttered open-plan living space and stood in the door as she lied on bed, one arm holding up her tits, playing with again erect nipples, the other between her legs. I stood there and just looked, feeling my own breasts and pussy reacting to the view.



“C’mon!” she called. I walked slowly towards the bed and looked down at her. I had a full view of her body, I could smell her scent and feel the energy and desire radiating from it.



She was stroking herself between her legs, knees slightly raised, fingers moving slowly, lazily, still without much urgency. I felt that her breasts were the most beautiful I have ever seen, so soft and full and heavy, and yet beautifully shaped.



I kneeled by the bed and started to softly, delicately kiss them, without much passion at first, but just showering them with almost butterfly kisses. I loved it. I had never played with a woman before that day it felt like second nature, it felt right and natural, and I just wanted to be there and worship at this wonderful body for ever.



I kissed Jill’s nipples and then started nibbling a bit with my lips, pulling very gently at them, and they responded by getting harder and bigger between my lips. I touched one with the tip of my tongue and then slowly circled it, licked all the way around it, then in a bigger circle, then in even longer licks up and down, with the flat of my tongue as she did for me, trying to keep it slow and soft, but getting excited now, my pussy tingling again, getting moist and warm, my own breasts straining in my bra.



Jill was just lying back, her breathing slightly faster now, an occasional sigh coming from her mouth. Her hands were both round my neck and she was stroking my hair and my neck too, just on the nape, where the hair gets shortly cropped to give lift to the back and those short hairs on the neck when stroked send delicious shivers down the spine, and in my case then, all the way to my pussy.



I continued licking and kissing her tits, alternating from left to right and stroking the other one with my hand.



Her breathing got heavier and she said in a hoarse, low voice: “Get undressed. I want to feel you.”



I stopped doing what I was doing and took off my t-shirt, trousers and knickers. I stayed in my bra as I lied down on the bed next to Jill on my side, facing her. She was also on her side, supporting herself on her elbow, looking at me. She smiled and stroked my hip, then lower along my leg and back again. I felt my hair standing on end. I was getting more and more excited.