Woods Picnic: My First Time with Two Women

That hilltop overlooking the lake, grass tickling our bare legs. Sun warm on skin, air thick with unspoken heat. We’d eaten in silence after the picnic spread. My heart hammered. Lilas and Lyrie watched me like prey. No underwear under our skimpy tunics—Lyrie’s daim skin clung sweaty to her curves, my short white skirt rode up thighs slick with anticipation.

Lyrie knelt, eyes locked on mine. Pushed a fat gooseberry to my lips. Juice burst sweet-tart. Her fingers lingered, tracing my mouth. I licked them clean, pulse racing. ‘You’re our dessert,’ she growled low. No backing out now. Fear twisted with want—first time with women, both of them. My clit throbbed under the wool. She leaned in, crushed her full lips to mine. Tongue invaded, hungry, devouring. I gasped, body arching. Lilas giggled soft, hands already tugging my top off.

The Approach

Nipples hardened in the breeze. They stared at my small, firm tits. Syrup dripped cool on my chest. Tongues followed—hot, wet laps circling peaks. I whimpered, hands fisting grass. Legs spread wide, skirt yanked down. Pussy exposed, glistening. Shame burned cheeks, but desire won. Their breaths on my bush, so close. Heart thundered. Unknown terrified, excited.

Lyrie’s mouth hovered over my mound. ‘Taste her natural,’ she murmured to Lilas. Faces pressed to my pubes, they kissed over me. My hips bucked involuntary. First touch—Lilas’s tongue flicked my folds. Electric jolt. I cried out, back bowing. No hands yet, just that soft probe. Then Lyrie smothered my moans with deep kisses while Lilas dove in.

Wet slurps filled air. Tongue burrowed, lapped my cream. Clit sucked gentle then fierce. Tension coiled tight in belly. Fingers teased entrance, slipped in knuckle-deep. I shattered—orgasm ripped through, thighs quaking. Waves crashed, pussy clenching void. But they didn’t stop. Lyrie took turn, her thick tongue bullying my nub. Came again instant, harder, vision blurring.

The Instant

Watched them fuck after. Lilas on Lyrie’s face, grinding. Lyrie’s huge clit like a mini-cock, sucked greedy. They fingered asses, moaned raw. My hand snuck to my slit, rubbing frantic. Heat built watching. Innocence cracked wide.

Turned tables. Sucked Lyrie’s heavy tits, bit her fat nipple. Dove between her thighs, tongue spearing her gushy hole. Finger jammed her ass rough—she bucked, came screaming. Lilas next, rimming her awake. Lyrie behind me then, thumb in my virgin pucker, tongue on clit. Fire everywhere. I licked Lilas’s asshole while fingering her. She exploded, juices flooding my chin.

Collapsed sweaty, spent. Water gulped, laughed shaky. Clothes ditched idea—stay naked always. Body hummed, marked forever. No more girl games with André. Women knew pleasure deep, dirty. Innocence gone, replaced by hunger. That hill changed me—opened floodgates. Woods whispered secrets I’d chase forever. Nervous girl dead. New me born, craving more.