Maureen O’Connell strolled leisurely down the pier, taking in all the sights and sounds that surrounded the departure of a luxury cruise ship. A native New Yorker, Mo had spent the last several days cruising South Beach and enjoying the Miami sun, and boy, this was living, the middle of February and the temperature had been hovering in the mid 70′s! As Mo walked past her, the Molly Dee gleamed sparkling white against the azure blue Florida sky, all 790 feet of her! The brochure that her travel agent had given her didn’t do the big liner justice, she looked absolutely fantastic! Mo had been planning this trip for over a year, and now that it was here, she could hardly believe it, so after lugging her suitcase on board, she was met by the purser, a pretty young woman, who looked at her ticket, handed her a detailed map of the ship, and informed her where her cabin was located. “Two flights up,” Mo mumbled out loud, while she rode the elevator to the promenade deck. Walking down a long corridor, she stopped at cabin 328 and tried her key, and after the tumblers moved smoothly, the door swung open and she was in her room. She was supposed to have a berth partner, but it looked like no one else had been in the room, so Mo selected the bed that stood under the porthole. She was gazing through the window when the door opened and a vivacious woman of about thirty breezed into the cabin. “Hi,” the woman said, while dumping her luggage on the other bed, ” my name’s Veronica Stuart, but everyone calls me Ronnie!” Mo, extending her hand, introduced herself, and asked Ronnie if she cared about which bed wanted. “Nah, either one’s fine with me, by the way,” she went on, “did you get a load of the purser, what a knock out!!!” Mo nodded her head and added, “From what I’ve seen so far, all of the crew, including the captain are women, there won’t be a single male on board for the whole cruise!” “Alllll—right,” said and enthused Ronnie, “a whole boat full of lezzies, I can hardly wait!!!”
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While indelicately put, what Ronnie had said was exactly true, this was a cruise that was put together for bi or lesbian women! There were to be no men on board at all, so that if the female guests wanted to, they could roam the ship entirely in the buff, and while overt acts of sex in public were discouraged, Mo had heard from other ladies who had previously taken the cruise, that on more than one occasion they had personally seen some serious pussy licking taking place at the pool! Mo was a pure lesbian, and at twenty five had had more than her share of lovers, but just the thought of being around four hundred like minded women, well, it kinda took your breath away! Ronnie was busily unpacking her bags and putting her clothing into the dresser, when she commented, “I hope I don’t have to wear much of this stuff for the next seven days!!!” Mo laughed, and concurred with her high strung room mate, and went about the business of putting her own things away. After they had finished with their clothes, Mo offered, “Let’s go down and watch the boat pull out of port, they say it’s pretty exciting!” Ronnie looked at Mo, and said, “I have a better plan,” while she stripped off her flimsy sun dress and exposing a very voluptuous body. Mo licked her lips, and slowly disrobed, her nipples hardening when they hit the air conditioned air of the cabin. “My, my,” commented Ronnie, “what a sweet little body you have,” while she absentmindedly reached down and began running her finger in and out of her by now soaking slit, “I just love seeing a woman naked for the first time, it’s so much fun to see a fresh pussy, don’t you think!?!” What Mo thought was that brazenness of Ronnie, and her natural openness were making her own vagina wet with desire!!! Ronnie had big tits, probably a d-cup, and Mo had always been a sucker for a big set of jugs, especially when they were attached to someone as pretty as Ronnie! Mo was naturally a fem, and took orders easily, and while Ronnie was obviously also a fem, she was much more aggressive than Mo and would take the dominate role in their relationship. Sensing this, Ronnie sat on the edge of the desk with her legs splayed wide open and said, “Come to mama and make her clitty feel good!!!”
Tara looked in the mirror and admired her slim tan body. 5’7″ tall, 115 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes, and not a blemish to be found! What was drawing her stare, however, was her chest. No, it wasn’t big by any means, a 34b cup to be exact, nor was it her stunningly beautiful pink nipples. It was really her aureoles, which were larger and puffier than any she had ever seen! They were much too large for breasts of her size, but that only seemed to make them look even sexier! It seemed to Tara that a lot of her sexuality was wrapped up in her aureoles and nipples, and as they were in a constant state of sexual excitement, it wasn’t unusual for Tara to have her tits sucked at least two or three times a day, and since she didn’t want to get the reputation of being a slut, she usually had her trusted girlfriends take care of her nursing requirements! Tara glanced at the clock on her night stand and frowned. “Kimber should be here by now,” she thought, “it’s almost seven fifteen, and that doesn’t leave much time to get ready for school!” Just then the bedroom door flew open and an apologetic Kimber bounced into the room. “Sorry I’m late,” she gushed, “I had to drop my brother off at the sitter!” “Well hurry up,” urged Tara, “we don’t have much time!” “Okay, okay, give me a break, will ya,” Kimber snapped, “I didn’t do it on purpose!!!” Tara realized that arguing would get her nowhere, so instead she walked over to Kim and lifted her chest to her school mate. “My my,” Kimber cooed, “our two little darlings look like they need some attention!” An instant later, one of Tara’s hot nipples was safely in the hungry mouth of the eighteen year old suckstress. “She may be a hoot,” Tara thought, “but she’s one of the best tit suckers she had ever had!” Deftly moving from one nipple to the other, Kim expertly sucked and licked the over-sized nipples, finally bringing Tara to a nice easy orgasm. “I wish you could show me how to do that,” offered Kimber! “And what would that be,” questioned Tara? “Oh, you know what I mean,” laughed Kimber, “being able to cum without touching your clit!!!” “That, my dear,” retorted Tara, “is not something you can teach!” “Come on,” replied Kimber, “let’s get to school!”
The first three periods went quickly enough, with nothing unusual happening, so Tara was glad that her next period would offer a little diversity to an otherwise dull day. Gym wasn’t usually a class a senior girl elected to take, as it wasn’t a senior requirement, but for Tara it offered a perfect opportunity to get her tits sucked! During the first week of gym class, Tara had sized up everyone in her group, and decided that Mona, a cute little redhead would do nicely as her fourth period tit sucker. When she finally maneuvered the young girl into a hidden corner of the locker room, she found a very willing and pliable accomplice! Mona was fairly attractive, but was not very popular with her classmates, so when Tara, a beautiful senior, showed an interest in her, well, she was more than happy to do just about anything Tara asked! By now they had a routine that never varied, both girls would change into their gym clothes, and then slip to the rear of the locker room that was out of sight from the rest of the room. There, Mona would lift Tara’s shirt, unhook the front opening bra, and then gently suck her ripe breasts while giving herself an unbelievable thrill when she brought Tara to her orgasm, and on several occasions she slipped her hand inside her own shorts and diddled herself to her own climax. After Tara had her cum, both girls would straighten up and then hit the gym, meeting again after class in the shower room. Tara’s high school had a communal shower, so all of the girls showered together in one large room, and more than once, envious class mates would come over to Tara and offer to soap her unique breasts. Having slippery fingers gliding all over her chest was usually enough to make Tara have another, if weak orgasm, and although no one ever said anything, it was pretty much common knowledge that Tara’s chest needed a lot of attention and for that reason alone, most of the girls were more than happy to give a helping hand!
“Just lie down on the couch and relax, Marcia,” Dr. Fagen said easily, “this is just our first session together so we’ll use it basicly to get to know one another and create a trust between us, how does that sound to you!?!” “Uh, pretty good, doctor,” she replied while getting comfortable on the cool leather sofa that dominated the expanisive office of Dr. Harold Fagen, the resident psychotherapist at County General Hospital who specializes in sexual dysfunction!!! “Dr. Katzman sent over your file,” Harold Fagen said candidly, “and after going over it carefully, I concluded just as he did, that you have absolutely nothing wrong with you physically, and that any problem that you may be having is most likely the result of some mental trauma!!!” “I realize that,” Marcia replied softly, “but what is it that’s keeping me from having a sexaul climax, doctor, I’m only twenty five years old and still haven’t experienced even one orgasm in my entire life!?!” “Well,” the doctor replied gently, “that is what we are here to find out!!!”
“It says on your chart that you’re not married,” Dr. Fagen asked, “is that still the case!?!” “Of course it is,” Marcia replied sadly, “who’d ever want a cold fish like me for a wife!?!” “Why do you call yourself a cold fish,” the doctor asked, “the inability of achieving sexual gratification for yourself does not in and of itself preclude your partner from having a very satisfying sexual experience for himself, and thusly he would more than likely consider you to be at the least an adequate sexual partner!!!” “Oh, I suppose so,” Marcia replied, “but from what I’ve heard, a man gets a lot of pleasure out of bringing his partners to climax, and depriving him of this satisfaction would probably make him at least less than happy with the relationship!!!” “Of course that’s true up to a point,” the doctor added, “but the driving force for a man in a relationship with a woman is to procreate, and if she has or doesn’t have a climax is in many cases immaterial!!!” “Well maybe to him it is,” Marica retorted, “but it certainly is to me!!!”
