I had never had a lesbian experience. I wanted to, but I grew up in a conservative family with my mother as a chaperone. Though I frequently masturbated, older women relatives told me that women are dirty down there. The vagina is 80% inside, and 20% outside; is difficult for self to reach and look. The prejudice did me good because I have taken good care and always kept it extra clean. I wash before and after sex and also after every poop, just in case there is any contact. My husband eats my pussy every day and has never complained of any discomfort, so have all my lovers. They all say they love the smell and taste of my pussy. I do not use any chemical or wash, just plain jet stream water.
As I gradually evolved from monogamy to polygamy to polyamory to gang bangs, lesbianism was missing in my experience. I was loath of going alone with a woman. What if she gives me great pleasure, and then I didn’t do anything for her? That will be cheating and betrayal.
So for me to break down the barrier of playing with another woman was very difficult. Since I started on the lifestyle journey to swing, I had to break the taboo and check out for myself. I had to leave my stereotype prejudices of a woman on woman sex, and start on a new slate. As a writer sharing my swinging sexual experiences, I could not be a complete writer without experiencing bisexual activity. I was not sure whether I should do it with only a woman or with a couple.
During one of our visits to Hedonism resort, we had decided to be open about engaging with a couple. Me and them with my husband watching. Other couples had approached me before, but I had either declined or not taken the hint. The disco at Hedonism has lost its popularity. They now hold the dance parties near the prude pool, outside the dining hall. This evening I had already had great sex between 7 and 9 with one of our guests in his room. Sex peps me up because the chemicals of the semen get absorbed in my bloodstream and give me a natural energy booster. The high gives me a floating feeling, and I am at my best after sex.
After dinner and the end of the entertainment program, we were hanging around the pool party that started at 11.30. I so wanted to dance that I pulled my husband to the dance floor and we started to dirty dance. Our dirty dancing has been a popular Hedonism event, as we go through almost every sexual position either standing or on the floor. Soon another couple joined us for the dance. We started a train dance with Jay in front, me behind him, the lady of the couple behind me and the man behind his wife. Soon, many others joined us. When the train broke up, Jay left with the excuse to go to the restroom. He deliberately left me alone with the couple to see how things develop between us.
The music is so loud that you can hardly talk, so you concentrate fully on your dance. Soon the couple sandwiched me between them, the woman in front of the man behind me and me. I could feel the growing penis in the man’s crotch as he started to kiss the back of my sweaty neck. The woman started kissing the other side of my neck. There was a growing tension in my body as a swayed to the music, with two tongues licking away the sweat from my neck. He had found one f his hands to cup my breasts while the other was holding my left bum as his fully grown cock now rested in y butt crack.
While kissing my neck, my lady friend was also grinding her crotch against mine. I could not move back because there was a crotch there pushing me toward the woman’s crotch. The lady had started to press my boobs and placed one of my hands on her ample boobs. Before long she lowered one of my shoulder straps, popped out my boobs and started to suck on my erect nipples. The man’s hands were encircled beyond me to hold his wife’s hips and push them against mine. The woman was taller than me and put one leg between my thighs for me to start grinding my pussy on her upper leg, like a dance move.
Soon four hands were molesting me to my great pleasure. The lady started to kiss me and to my surprise, I starting responding to her tongue lashing inside my mouth. The kiss felt different, the lips were softer, as I sucked on them. The tongue was smaller than that of men, and she smelt nice. Being kissed passionately, being molested by four hands and grinding my pussy on the upper legs of the woman, put me in a trance-like a state. Without warning while, kissing a licking my back, the man found my butt hole, and he must have put saliva on it, pushed his little finger half into my butt crack. With every grinding of my hips when I pushed my butts back his little finger would go fully inside my ass and then withdraw half the way as I moved forward.
The lady was now kissing me passionately with saliva drooling onto my fully exposed breasts. The lady then took my hands and put it on her pussy and encouraged me to explore. I was in no state to know what I was doing, and I started rubbing her pussy with my palm. I was trying to masturbate her, the way I masturbate. Keeping the middle finger as plow on her pussy tunnel and using the two outside fingers to explore her labial cavity, I was giving her immense pleasure because she started to sway her hips.
Groaning and moaning and grinding our pussies on each other with his finger buried in my ass and breasts rubbing against the woman’s breasts, I was starting to like the idea of a woman on woman. The woman moved away from me and knelt with her face facing my pussy. I arched my back on the man’s chest as he held me by cupping my bare breasts. She lifted one leg of mine on her shoulder and started to lick me. I was already very wet in the pussy. Her wet saliva and warm mouth mingled with my wetness for pussy juice trickle down my thighs. Time to time she would lick my thighs so that none of the juice goes waste.
After a good lick, she moved her tongue upwards to my nipples and we started kissing again. She stood up with one of my legs between her thighs and one of her legs between my thighs. Both of us were so far gone that the inevitable explosion made us see more stars than appeared on the clear Jamaican skies.
It was two in the morning, and the crowd was starting the thin out. Some were still there because they were watching our spectacle. Many watched the two women playing with each other and grinding their hips to a loud moan of orgasms. The moans were so loud that they could be heard over the loud music that the DJ was playing. I kissed both of them and looked for Jay. We kissed and danced and I wanted to go to the room as I was crazy for another fuck – this time with my husband. I was so hot thinking of what was to come, that I was crazy for a fuck and led my husband to our room.
Lookout for the complete story as to where this dirty dancing led to and Venus’s Lesbian Sex experiences. Will be soon up at Venus’s Amazon page, in the short story section. Please like my Facebook page. I swing at Swingtowns
Cuckolding Goddess Style With Billy – A True Story, by Venus Shaw
