Her First Lesbian Experience Novels & Stories

It was the first time she had ever tried being with a girl and the feeling was overwhelming and mind-blowing. "Oh my gosh, please April, move faster," Josephine urged, and the girls moved together, rubbing and pressing their genitals together as if they were possessed. The pleasure Josephine derived from this was far from what she had expected. The fact that this was April's first lesbian experience was beyond her because April was a natural. Sparks and ecstasy surged through Josephine's body as their pussies came in contact over and over again, their pussy lips and clits rubbing and pressing against each other.

The thought of fucking with abandon for the world to see was the most embarrassing and hottest thing I’d ever done. My pussy was still in desperate need of a real cock, but the video wasn’t uploaded yet. It didn’t matter, though and I texted Tim to say that I had a video for him to see and that he needed to come to the sorority house. He responded with, “I hope that it’s good enough Tiffany. For both of our sakes.” I didn’t respond because I knew it was. I laid down on Laurie’s bed, still naked and thought about my first lesbian experience.

The orgasmic might of my release was similar to that of the sea as the riptide of pleasure pulled me under. “That was beautiful,” I murmured. “Just like you,” she said before softly kissing me. My first bona fide lesbian experience could have ended right there with a climax delivered to me in the cinematic surf. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to reciprocate. Tentatively, I moved my hand down her body and glided over her firm belly. She opened her legs with a low purr of encouragement. I’d touched myself enough to know how to give a woman pleasure, I reasoned to myself. I was eager to satisfy her.

“If your first lesbian sex was with me, how do you even know you want to try that?” She shrugged, eyes glinting. “I’ve never done it befor but I’ve watched it. On my phone.” I laughed quietly, shaking my head. “Don’t worry. We’ll do it.” And then like she didn’t care about who might be watching she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. Just a quick peck, but the warmth of it spread through me instantly. Out here, in the open air, it felt both reckless and thrilling. I pulled my headset fully off, letting it rest around my neck. The music could wait.

Ever since my lesbian start at the hands (and pussy) of my mother’s younger cousin, I stayed with her for a summer holiday, I have always been most turned on by older commanding women, and submissive to their commands and demands. Even so, I could hardly believe it: here I was being hard-fucked, almost raped, by a woman who I had never seen until a few moments ago and I was loving every pussy-pounding second of it.

I kissed her and her tongue plunged in, sweeping my mouth of her essence. Mom paused, pulling back, "I want to explore you." I rolled off her thin body onto my back, spreading my legs. My body buzzing with the energy of anticipation. Amanda's hands caressed my skin with a feather touch, avoiding my nipples and pussy, for now, as she told me the story of her first lesbian encounter with her married English professor in college and how the husband found them naked and eating each other and joined in. The liquid lust flowed from my vagina. Mom leaned over me, her modest breasts hanging down. I touched her nipple, she purred, "It's my turn."

My nipples were already painfully hard, visibly poking against the fabric. “I’m not really a lesbian,” I whispered desperately, trying to cling to reason even as heat pooled between my legs. “That night… it was my first time with a woman. I don’t think I want to continue this. I can’t risk—” My voice shattered into a needy moan as her fingers found my left nipple through the gown. She tweaked it firmly, rolling the stiff peak between her thumb and forefinger, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my clit.

My sisters said that it only hurts for a little while and then after that it's pleasurable. She also said that she didn't have her first time a werewolf. She said that we are primal and violent by nature so that means that it would probably hurt more if she had her first time with someone like us. On the other hand my other sister said that her first time was horrible, she said that she was too drunk to remember what happened but she sure felt the effects in the morning. She was with our kind. I cannot take either of their advice because the first sister just straight out chickened out and chose a human whilst Helena thought that drinking herself into oblivion was the best solution.

JEMIMA’S POV Somehow, I remember when the first occasion took place for Visha to call me her lesbian slut. In her apartment, the lighting was low, and soft music filled the air. I was nervous as well as excited. I had been curious about women, Visha being the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Coruscating heat played with her long curly hair, full lips, and body that would make any woman dizzy. Sitting on the couch, she looked at me with a kind of hunger I had never seen before. She leaned in to kiss me with soft inviting lips-I responded eagerly as my body went up in flames. .