11-20-2025, 01:36 PM
I was eighteen when Lenya first touched me – and now, here I was, in the apartment I shared with both my hot horny lover Lenya and my boyfriend James, enticing sweet kisses up her delicate feet, sending shock waves of electricity up her body and telling her how much I wanted her with a slow, satisfying, erotic kiss on her pretty mouth. The thought of group sex dancing in the back of my mind. Lenya it seemed wanted me too – responding with firm but passionate kisses. Reaching to up to remove her top, Lenya bared her beautiful body and sensuous breasts to me in one smooth, tantalising move. She lay back on the sofa, her sultry eyes flicking their ‘come on’ gaze to me, that same seductive gaze she’d given to me all those years before, on our first night at University….
That night, I’d been so innocent; first time away from home, mixing with new friends in the student bar and trying to make good impressions. I hadn’t even noticed Lenya sitting alone on the edge of our group. But as the night wore on and I was hitting my third, maybe fourth beer, I began to feel the depth of her gaze boring into me. I couldn’t help but stare back. Her long, luscious raven hair the same then as it is now, gave her an air of mystery framing her delicate face, pretty but strong. Soon, Lenya began to smile at me, sultry smiles, with her gazes becoming longer and deeper. After a while, Lenya slipped past the rugged, sporty under-grad dude sat beside me and whose hand was now beginning to wander up my thigh. Lenya saw him as no competition at all. She eased herself between us, announcing that she wanted a private word with her ‘friend’. That friend of course was me. And as Lenya pushed back my hair to whisper huskily into my ear ‘I want you’ – I knew that the course of my evening had changed.
Lenya’s pussy was the first female sex I’d ever touched. First lesbian sex I’d ever had. Her clit as pronounced and provocative then as it is tonight. It’s always that first night that I think back to, the first taste of a woman, as my mouth automatically moves lower and my tongue begins to sweep over her pretty, swollen sex. Lenya’s taste is always provoking. In fact, licking Lenya always makes me lose myself; the scent of her arousal fills me and the wetness of her desire only increases my wanting even more. I must admit, it was Lenya who licked my pussy first on that evening back in Uni and despite me crying out to return the favour as my climax rose within me, the most beautiful, arousing orgasm I’d ever had, it took Lenya all the power she had to draw away from her tendering devouring of my clit and allow my desire to become reality. Now, here I was, doing the same once more. Caressing my lover’s clit with my tender tongue – one of my most favourite past-times of all….
I was so lost in the arousing moment I’d forgotten that my boyfriend James was looking on. It was like that sometimes since Lenya came to live with us. The shared attraction between her and I was almost unbreakable. In the years after Uni, while life got in the way, Lenya and I had almost lost touch but when she emailed to say she’d be moving to the city and was looking for a temporary roof over her head, I could hardly refuse. At first, James thought it was simply a girlfriend coming to stay. But that was before I told him of our shared past… Three years of being Uni lovers, between boyfriends and holidays, Lenya and I always found time for sensual playtimes together. James had known of my past boyfriends of course – but not my longstanding lesbian lover. And the thought turned him on….
The first-time James saw me and Lenya kiss, he was hard at once. He’d caught us, stealing a moment for old time’s sake in the kitchen, when I saw him looking on from the door, unbuttoning the fly of his jeans to stroke his swollen cock through the cotton of his tight shorts. With a look to me, I knew he wanted me to continue. So I did. Removing my top and whispering into Lenya’s ear, ‘He’s watching us.’ The luscious moan she gave in reply still reverberates in my ear to this day. And James looked on as Lenya and I slowly got naked, our lips hardly drawing apart as we helped remove each other’s summer dresses and let them fall to the floor. It had been so long since Lenya had touched the naked skin of my body, so long since my tender breasts had brushed against hers… She was eager for her fingers to dance their way into my white lace panties that evening. And her touch, so light, so arousing, as the tips of her digits teased over my mound, my swollen lips and to the centre of my desire, lead me to almost instant climax. But that wasn’t going to make Lenya stop there…
That night, she eased my down onto the kitchen floor to taste my sex once again. James’s hard cock was in his hands, working himself steadily as he looked on. But as he watched my eager lover take control of glistening wet pussy, James couldn’t stop himself from joining in. He moved closer, kneeling beside me, close enough for me to wrap my slender hand around his member, to work it rhythmically, to allow him to join with us in our pleasure.
Not long after, when Lenya’s job as a hotel receptionist came to an end, it was James who suggested she join our business. And when Lenya was struggling to find anything more than a studio the size of a postage stamp to live in, James readily agreed to my suggestion that Lenya should stay. Soon, our threesomes became a regular part of our life. James and I had been together for four years, he trusted me and the love I felt for Lenya, and she for me, only added to our bond – and our adventurous sex-life. But one thing James always liked was for me to be at the centre of our indulgence. He wanted me to give and to receive. And tonight was no exception…
Taking his throbbing cock deep into my mouth, I could tell James was enjoying Lenya go-down on me as much as I was enjoying it too. And James wanted to show me just how much. Turning me around, for me to pleasure Lenya, whilst offering my open and wet pussy to him, James took full advantage, slapping his cock deep inside me, as my tongue danced to the same rhythm across Lenya’s pulsing clit. As my orgasm began to rise, I paused for breath – long enough for Lenya to ease two fingers into her wetness, fucking her own pussy as I looked on. Lenya was satisfying herself but James needed more.
Pulling me astride him in reverse, he drew my slick pussy downwards onto this swollen cock, filling me, satisfying me the way Lenya had just satisfied herself. But that left my lover out of the action a little… Once more Lenya was looking on, lost in the dream of it wanting to be her face and her mouth that was below my sex right now, tasting my flowing juices, feeling the pulse of my lust as I slapped down hard on to James, his fingers rubbing my clit into the submission of climax. But the more I lost myself, the more Lenya was there for me. Coming closer to hold me, kiss me, share with me the point of no return. Allowing me to suck her sweet nipples, caressing her hand across my body, her touch only adding to my arousal – and James could feel every ounce of desire and excitement rippling inside me.
Being between my two lovers, seeing Lenya looking down on me, feeling James thrusting to climax until he spurted his hot seed out onto my bare skin and as I shared sweet and tender kisses with them both, I knew that I was home. Just the three of us… Just how we liked it.
ENDS
That night, I’d been so innocent; first time away from home, mixing with new friends in the student bar and trying to make good impressions. I hadn’t even noticed Lenya sitting alone on the edge of our group. But as the night wore on and I was hitting my third, maybe fourth beer, I began to feel the depth of her gaze boring into me. I couldn’t help but stare back. Her long, luscious raven hair the same then as it is now, gave her an air of mystery framing her delicate face, pretty but strong. Soon, Lenya began to smile at me, sultry smiles, with her gazes becoming longer and deeper. After a while, Lenya slipped past the rugged, sporty under-grad dude sat beside me and whose hand was now beginning to wander up my thigh. Lenya saw him as no competition at all. She eased herself between us, announcing that she wanted a private word with her ‘friend’. That friend of course was me. And as Lenya pushed back my hair to whisper huskily into my ear ‘I want you’ – I knew that the course of my evening had changed.
Lenya’s pussy was the first female sex I’d ever touched. First lesbian sex I’d ever had. Her clit as pronounced and provocative then as it is tonight. It’s always that first night that I think back to, the first taste of a woman, as my mouth automatically moves lower and my tongue begins to sweep over her pretty, swollen sex. Lenya’s taste is always provoking. In fact, licking Lenya always makes me lose myself; the scent of her arousal fills me and the wetness of her desire only increases my wanting even more. I must admit, it was Lenya who licked my pussy first on that evening back in Uni and despite me crying out to return the favour as my climax rose within me, the most beautiful, arousing orgasm I’d ever had, it took Lenya all the power she had to draw away from her tendering devouring of my clit and allow my desire to become reality. Now, here I was, doing the same once more. Caressing my lover’s clit with my tender tongue – one of my most favourite past-times of all….
I was so lost in the arousing moment I’d forgotten that my boyfriend James was looking on. It was like that sometimes since Lenya came to live with us. The shared attraction between her and I was almost unbreakable. In the years after Uni, while life got in the way, Lenya and I had almost lost touch but when she emailed to say she’d be moving to the city and was looking for a temporary roof over her head, I could hardly refuse. At first, James thought it was simply a girlfriend coming to stay. But that was before I told him of our shared past… Three years of being Uni lovers, between boyfriends and holidays, Lenya and I always found time for sensual playtimes together. James had known of my past boyfriends of course – but not my longstanding lesbian lover. And the thought turned him on….
The first-time James saw me and Lenya kiss, he was hard at once. He’d caught us, stealing a moment for old time’s sake in the kitchen, when I saw him looking on from the door, unbuttoning the fly of his jeans to stroke his swollen cock through the cotton of his tight shorts. With a look to me, I knew he wanted me to continue. So I did. Removing my top and whispering into Lenya’s ear, ‘He’s watching us.’ The luscious moan she gave in reply still reverberates in my ear to this day. And James looked on as Lenya and I slowly got naked, our lips hardly drawing apart as we helped remove each other’s summer dresses and let them fall to the floor. It had been so long since Lenya had touched the naked skin of my body, so long since my tender breasts had brushed against hers… She was eager for her fingers to dance their way into my white lace panties that evening. And her touch, so light, so arousing, as the tips of her digits teased over my mound, my swollen lips and to the centre of my desire, lead me to almost instant climax. But that wasn’t going to make Lenya stop there…
That night, she eased my down onto the kitchen floor to taste my sex once again. James’s hard cock was in his hands, working himself steadily as he looked on. But as he watched my eager lover take control of glistening wet pussy, James couldn’t stop himself from joining in. He moved closer, kneeling beside me, close enough for me to wrap my slender hand around his member, to work it rhythmically, to allow him to join with us in our pleasure.
Not long after, when Lenya’s job as a hotel receptionist came to an end, it was James who suggested she join our business. And when Lenya was struggling to find anything more than a studio the size of a postage stamp to live in, James readily agreed to my suggestion that Lenya should stay. Soon, our threesomes became a regular part of our life. James and I had been together for four years, he trusted me and the love I felt for Lenya, and she for me, only added to our bond – and our adventurous sex-life. But one thing James always liked was for me to be at the centre of our indulgence. He wanted me to give and to receive. And tonight was no exception…
Taking his throbbing cock deep into my mouth, I could tell James was enjoying Lenya go-down on me as much as I was enjoying it too. And James wanted to show me just how much. Turning me around, for me to pleasure Lenya, whilst offering my open and wet pussy to him, James took full advantage, slapping his cock deep inside me, as my tongue danced to the same rhythm across Lenya’s pulsing clit. As my orgasm began to rise, I paused for breath – long enough for Lenya to ease two fingers into her wetness, fucking her own pussy as I looked on. Lenya was satisfying herself but James needed more.
Pulling me astride him in reverse, he drew my slick pussy downwards onto this swollen cock, filling me, satisfying me the way Lenya had just satisfied herself. But that left my lover out of the action a little… Once more Lenya was looking on, lost in the dream of it wanting to be her face and her mouth that was below my sex right now, tasting my flowing juices, feeling the pulse of my lust as I slapped down hard on to James, his fingers rubbing my clit into the submission of climax. But the more I lost myself, the more Lenya was there for me. Coming closer to hold me, kiss me, share with me the point of no return. Allowing me to suck her sweet nipples, caressing her hand across my body, her touch only adding to my arousal – and James could feel every ounce of desire and excitement rippling inside me.
Being between my two lovers, seeing Lenya looking down on me, feeling James thrusting to climax until he spurted his hot seed out onto my bare skin and as I shared sweet and tender kisses with them both, I knew that I was home. Just the three of us… Just how we liked it.
ENDS