When I woke the birds were singing the happy song of morning and my maids were laying out my clothes into piles as I lay upon my bed.nn"What are you doing, then?"nn"Master Cassipe has ordered us to pack your things. You are heading to Caldor today, miss."nnThis brought a flurry of excitement, the kind of which I was prone to and which made Cassipe either smile or glower depending upon his mood. He told me it was childish to feel such surges of excitement, but how could I not, when life brought such wonders? At this time yesterday I was a mere girl, and now I was a woman, a woman who knew the pleasures between men and women, and I was headed for Caldor.nn"Please ma'am, do not be so jubilant, your father has been in a fit all day, wracked with sadness. Master Cassipe is trying to convince him you must go."nn"Dress me quickly, please."nn"Here ma'am," one of the maids held up a more daring gown. The bodice dipped low on the chest and previously a flesh colored panel had kept it most modest. nn"What happened to the front?"nnThey exchanged looks. "Master Cassipe ordered changes made while you were sleeping. He said your wardrobe must be fit for a woman."nnSo many things were different already, had that one act really changed so much?nnAll my clothes were white but I looked at the stacks and saw blues and greens. "What are these?"nn"Cassipe ordered them a fortnight ago.

Acting persons:nnSandra Blackmore (53); Po Ling (18)nnPo Ling was on an exchange programme of her school in Hong Kong and had the chance to spend a whole year in Bristol. She was a shy, young girl of 18. She was only 1,65 m in height and her body was all quite tender and slim. Her breasts were firm and round like small plates. They were not very big, but perfectly fitted to her body. The colour of her skin was a typical Asian exotic darker and it was very soft. Her face was pretty, young and soft and tender looking, with full red lips, a beautiful nose and the typical shaped-shaped, exotic looking dark, brown eyes. She wore her dark, almost black hair down to her chin.nnShe was in England now for almost two month but had due to her shyness not really found any real friends. She lived in a small flat on her own. One of her favourite places when there was rainy weather ??“ and in Bristol the weather was rainy very often ??“ was the biggest department store of the city.nnShe was hanging around there on this day, too and tried some perfumes. There was one she really liked, but it was very expensive. Out of a strange mood she decided to steal it. She had never stolen anything before and she wasn??™t really considering what she was doing. She just looked around and put it into her handbag. She wanted to leave then, but suddenly a hand grabbed her at her shoulder. ???Hello, little Lady!???, a male voice said in a harsh tone. ???Might I take a look into your bag?

This is the second part of a story so please read the first part first! If you have already read it: a short comprehension: Shari, a young black student girl, born in a poor family, comes to Boston for studying at the university. At searching a room to rent, she gets to know mature Christine Fisher, a rich, white BBW-lady, who is offering her to live in her big flat for free, if Shari is prepared to spend some time with her. Shari is somehow attracted to the experienced, mature, feminine lady and even agrees to share her bed. They get closer to each other from day to day and have a common masturbation session.nnWhen Shari awoke the next morning, after that unbelievable hot masturbation session she had shared with her mature lady, she was still cuddled very close to Christine and her head still rested at the soft, big, white breasts. The 53year old woman was still fast asleep. Shari had to get to the university and so she silently left the bed ??“ but not before she had placed a very soft and shy kiss to both her breasts. nnShari was absent minded and in a constant state of a kind of arousal all day. She couldn??™t stop thinking about the last night. Her mind always drifted to the somehow very fascinating, in a very special way so erotic body of her 25years older house lady. She didn??™t know herself what she found so exciting in a 53year old, considerably overweight white woman. She had never spent a second before thinking about any woman, less somebody of Christine??™s age and figure. And now that she had seen this woman naked she couldn??™t get her picture, the looks of these gorgeous, white, a little sagging breasts, big like melons, her curvy voluptuous arse, her soft, big belly and this feminine, well-cared-for face out of her mind. nnShe didn??™t know where to put her feelings, for this lady. Was she really having some lesbian fantasies about a much elder woman? She was not lesbian, she had been with two boys before and never been sexually attracted to any woman or girl. And if she really were attracted to her, would the woman be attracted to her?nnChristine had also said something about a surprise last night? What could that be?

Chapter 1: Neighborhood PartynnIt had been a month now, and the shock and surreal memory has given way to a realism in my mind.nnThe party had been a good one, loud, full of our friends and lots of drink. In fact, at some point in the late night, I began to fall asleep in my chair and I felt David's arms around my waist hoisting me up the stairs with the help of a neighbor, Phil, I think. They were pretty drunk too, and they giggled as they carried me to my bed.nn"What do you think, Tim, take her clothes off as a reward?" Phil said, slurring his words like the smirk on his face. But they didn't, they just pulled a cover over me and left me to my sleep.nnIt wasn't until I woke up at 3AM and got up to go the bathroom that I realized someone was still partying on the pool deck below. The moon was bright and I could see the shapes of two people in the pool.nnStill half asleep, I stood watching them for a moment as they hoisted out of the water. She was slim, her white bra and panties shown brightly under the moonlight. I quickly recognized my next-door neighbor, Joyce. She has surprisingly large breasts for a small girl and keeps herself trim. I watched as she knelt in front of her husband Jeff, half concealed by the shadow of our tall garage gable. Her small hand reached to fondle his cock. I should have turned away of course, but I couldn't. My eyes strained to see more detail in the moonlight. nnShe slipped his shorts down, catching first on his erect cock and then dropping in a sodden, white pool at his feet. I watched intently, feeling guilty, but finding it too erotic to stop. He helped her to her feet, her hand still surrounding his cock.

It was not unusual for Elliot Reid to spend about an hour crying in one of the storage closets. The thing that was unusual was what she was crying about.nnNormally she cried over things like when Dr Cox was to hard on her, or when she didn't know the answers to the questions Dr Kelso asked her at rounds, or when another relationship failed, but this was far worse than all of those things and as a result she had cried longer and harder than ever before.nnJordan Sullivan, a member of the Board of Directors at the hospital where Elliot worked, had manipulated the blonde and used her like some kind of sex slave.nnJordan had spanked Elliot and finger fucked her before somehow tricking her into eating her to orgasm while she masturbated herself to an orgasm of her own.nnTo make matters worse Jordan's ex-husband Dr Cox had caught them in the act and although he hadn't done anything as of yet he had let Elliot know that he knew it was her going down on his ex-wife and considering there was tension between them already Elliot feared what Dr Cox would do next time she saw him.nnThat was why while crying in the closet she had decided to do something before this situation got out of hand.nnSo Elliot wiped away her tears and finally came out of the closet, desperately trying to ignore the metaphor of that, and focus on finding Dr Cox so that she could explain to him what happened. Unfortunately when she saw him she completely lost her nerve and hid from him.nnShe quickly decided she couldn't just go up to him and apologise for eating out his former wife and knew she couldn't trust herself not to say something stupid like that to him if they were ever forced to interact again, which was only a matter of time given this hospital so she quickly had to come up with another option.nnUnfortunately for Elliot, her only other option was to talk to Jordan.nnDr Cox and Jordan were both equally scary to Elliot, but for better or for worse out of the two evils she chose to try Jordan.nnAfter all, just because their last interaction hadn't ended that well that didn't mean the same thing was going to happen again, right? Right?nnShe didn't have a choice. Somehow she had to convince Jordan to tell Dr Cox it wasn't Elliot who had been going down on her, or it had all been Jordan's idea and she had manipulated Elliot into it, which was technically true, or something, anything that would get her off the hook.nnShe asked a few doctors and nurses if they had seen Jordan to which they replied they had but no one seemed to know where she was.nnElliot got the impression that the people she asked were looking at her strangely, and so was everyone else for that matter.nnAnd then in the middle of walking down the corridor a horrible realisation hit Elliot.nnOnly an hour ago another woman had covered her face in cum and pussy juice and since then she had not had the chance to wash her face.

Acting persons:nnShari (18; black student girl); Christine Fisher (53; white BBW-Lady)nnShari was a young black girl of 18. She had been very good at school and so got a place at the university. So she had just moved to Boston to start her studies. Till now she had lived with her parents in one of the poor regions of Washington in a small flat. She had been fed up with that kind of living and was very glad to start into a new life. nnShe had never been in Boston before and so knew nobody in town. Her scholarship paid the fees for the university, but she still had no flat. She could not afford much. So she started flipping through the newspapers and a very special ad caught her eye.nn???Financially independent lady offers accommodation to nice, young female students. Details at personal appointment.???nnShari didn't think long and just called the number. She reached the lady, who named herself Christine Fisher at first called and made an appointment for the afternoon. She had spent the first few nights in a cheap, a little dirty, youth hostel. She wanted to look good. So she took a shower and dressed in her best skirt and shirt, still very cheap clothes. She watched herself in the mirror. She liked her looks. She was a slim girl, with rather small, very firm breasts and small very dark nipples. Her soft skin was a very dark black-brown.

Dear Readers, as promised in my latest submission "My readers first real lesbian experiences" I tried to collect my readers favourite real life lesbian experiences and/or favourite erotic fantasies. This is the first mail I got from a mail-friend of mine. If it's true or a fantasy I will (or can) not tell, but I'm happy that my friend Andrea let me post it to literotica. I really hope for more of your feedback and contribution to either my "first time lesbian" or my "favourite experiences or fantasies" series. Thanks in advance; your Pussylove69!nnAndrea's Experience; from Andrea; 23; Student; written in the words of pussylove69nnMy name is Andrea. I'm a student and about sixth month ago I experienced something that changed my life forever. I'm a rather sportive type of girl, with firm but rather smallish B-cupped breasts. I have blonde hair, which are cut in a feminine but sportive style and rather short. nnMy flat is near a well known and well equipped wellness and relax hotel. Its SPA-area is also open for paying guests. I'm visiting it every Wednesday in the late evening. Normally between eight and ten p. the Turkish-steam-bath and the sauna and warm-water pool are completely deserted and so I have it all on my own. nnThat one evening I again saw nobody in the shower area. I undressed and started with a long, warm and relaxing shower. Nude as I was I entered the SPA-area and opened the door to the Turkish steam bath. It was damp and foggy with warm steam. Visibility was very limited and so at first I thought I was alone in the room. nnThen I saw a woman sit on one of the benches.

Thanks to all who provided great feedback, both supportive and critical, in support of this series. DkGynnGuilt filled Vanessa's psyche and large tears welled up in her eyes. She, a middle-aged housewife and mother, had just fucked a young man who was one of her son's best friends and acted like a wanton slut while she did it. He had satisfied her by fucking her like no one ever had. She'd never felt such passion and lust in her life. She felt thoroughly satisfied physically, but that did nothing to assuage her guilt. And she feared what she now knew - that she would always want and dream about Tom's cock forever. nn"What am I going to do?" She thought. She'd never felt worse in her entire life as she lay there wiping away the tears. "What am I going to do?" nnMeanwhile, Tom thought, "Damn, Mrs. is one hot fucking MILF! My boys are gonna love sexing this new MILF slut!" nnAbout 20 minutes passed by before Tom touched Mrs. J's clit, causing her to jump.nn"Tom, Noooooo .," pleaded the hot mature woman. "I'm still recovering and we need to stop ."nn"Baby, I know this hot cunt," said the stud lasciviously.