The Night My Girlfriend Touched Her First Woman
Our living room couch. That’s where it started. Luc had just left, eyes wide from all the teasing. Julie and Catherine sat there, legs crossed but skirts hiked, grinning like they shared a secret. My heart hammered. I’d spied on Catherine for weeks through my telescope. Now she was here, real, her black mini dress clinging to those massive tits, no bra, nipples poking. Julie, my dancer girl with her tiny skirt and ripped pantyhose, no panties underneath. The air thick with sweat and perfume.
I’d panicked when Julie dropped that note in Catherine’s mailbox, photos of us watching her. But Catherine emailed back, thrilled. MSN chats turned flirty. Then she showed up tonight, uninvited but welcome. Exhibition games during apero—Catherine flashing her heavy breasts bending for olives, Julie spreading wide, her shaved pussy visible through sheer black nylon. Luc ogled everything. Me too. My cock throbbed watching him stare. Now alone with them, fear mixed with lust. No backing out. Julie’s eyes locked on Catherine’s cleavage, jealous but hungry. Her first real touch with a woman. Mine too, sort of. Pulse racing, palms sweaty.
The Approach: Tension Builds on the Couch
Catherine sank deeper into cushions, legs parting. ‘You know he’s a voyeur, but not the only one.’ Her pussy glistened, lips puffy, protruding. Julie crawled close, breath quick. She slid the dress strap off one shoulder, kissed her neck. Soft, hesitant. Catherine moaned low. Julie’s hand slipped under fabric, cupping that huge tit. First squeeze. Nipple hardening under fingers. My breath caught. Julie’s cheeks flushed, nervous giggle turning to gasp. Catherine arched, pulling Julie’s head to her other breast. ‘I’ve dreamed of this since I first saw you,’ Julie whispered. Sucked hard, teeth grazing. Catherine’s hand between Julie’s thighs, rubbing through torn pantyhose.
Fingers tore nylon wider. Slid inside. Julie bucked, eyes wild. Her first woman touching her there. Wet sounds. I stripped fast, cock springing free. Grabbed Julie’s hips from behind. She was soaked. Thrust in deep. She cried out, muffled against Catherine’s tit. Catherine gripped Julie’s ass, spreading for me. Slaps of skin. Heat building. Sweat dripping. Julie pulled off, feverish. ‘I want to watch you fuck this slut while she eats me.’ Harsh words, but Catherine just spread wider.
The Instant: Skin on Skin, No Turning Back
Julie straddled Catherine’s face. Pussy hovering. Catherine yanked her down, tongue diving in. Julie screamed pleasure. Positioned Catherine’s legs up, knees to chest. That fat pussy gaping, slick. I plunged in. Tight, hot, gripping. Thrusts hard. Tits jiggling wild, nipples tracing arcs. Julie mauled them, pinching. ‘Fuck this old whore!’ Catherine bucked under us, moaning into Julie’s clit. Climax hit me. Pulled out. Julie jerked me off over those heaving breasts. First spurt hit skin. Thick ropes coating milky flesh. She smeared it, kneading like dough. We collapsed into 69, tongues and fingers frantic.
After, sprawled sticky on the couch. Innocence gone. Julie’s first girl kiss, first shared cock. My telescope dreams real, better. Heart still pounded, but calm now. New world opened. No regrets, just hunger for more. Galaxies of flesh, endless.
