Bisexual Stories: Emily’s Pussy

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I know it’s cool for girls to be bisexual these days, and I know that people probably think I only date Emily for the attention, but I’m honestly attracted to the sexy blonde bombshell who doubles as my best friend.

My favorite thing about Emily is her pussy. She has the sweetest, prettiest little pussy, and there’s nothing I like more than fucking her with my fingers, my tongue, my strap on. There’s not much I won’t do where my sex life with Emily is concerned. Like one time, for example, we went camping and had the best sex of our lives out there in our tent in the woods.

We’d packed up all kinds of food and a bunch of liquor and mixers and set up our tent deep in the woods at our favorite campground. It was late fall, so there weren’t too many other campers out there, and we were far enough away that we had almost total privacy. I doubted that any of the other campers there that weekend even knew we were there with them.

Anyway, that first night we made s’mores and roasted hot dogs and sat around the fire chatting and enjoying the peacefulness of the night. After a while, though, the flames of the campfire started heating us up a little too much and we became aroused. Soon we’d scooted closer together on the log we were using as a bench, and we started touching each other, caressing each other’s arms and legs and breasts and backs. I don’t think either of us had planned on too much sex happening that weekend, what with being outdoors all the time and sleeping in a tent with only a thin sleeping bag between us and the cold, hard, rocky ground. But it was happening now, and neither one of us did anything to put a stop to it.

Emily straddled me on the log and started to kiss me passionately, her fingers weaving through my long brown curls as she pulled my mouth more firmly against her own. Her other hand, meanwhile, was busy at my breast, her fingers tweaking my nipple and tugging at the sensitive skin, trying to arouse me further. It was working, too, very well. Soon enough it was all a little too much for me, and I thought it was time we moved our activities from the uncomfortable log to the sleeping bag inside our tent— which wasn’t much of an improvement, really.

I laid Emily down on the sleeping bag and knelt next to her so I could help remove her clothes. She wasn’t wearing much— a bikini, shorts and a sweatshirt— so I had her undressed pretty quickly. As soon as I had her naked, I started to strip off my own clothes, and I was down to my bikini bottoms before I turned my attention back to Emily. She was lying on her back, waiting for me, and I hurriedly crawled over her until I was straddling her knees, my face level with her moist pussy. I leaned in closer and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her arousal. Her sweet aroma tickled my nose for a moment, and then I bent over further and took my first taste. Mmm! She tasted sweet and slightly tangy, almost spicy, and I wondered for a second what had given her the added flavor. I didn’t wonder for long, though, as I soon found myself too busy eating out her cunt to think about anything at all.

My tongue lazily circled Emily’s clit, and I greedily lapped up the proof of her arousal, letting its slickness coat my tongue and spread over my lips. She wriggled and writhed under me, not once complaining about the hard ground, probably not noticing it at all, her passion too consuming to allow other thoughts into her head. I didn’t notice it either, and instead had all of my attention on the delicious pussy laid out before me.

After my tongue started to get tired, I added my fingers to the flurry of activity, doing everything I could think of to get her off. I tweaked her clit while slurping on her meaty cunt lips, I fingered her slit while I sucked her clit, I tickled her mound while licking the beautifully colored skin. Emily was getting more aroused, and I knew that she wouldn’t be able to go on much longer without coming. With renewed enthusiasm, I dove deeper into her now sloppy pussy and went to work I had to get her off.

I curved four fingers on my right hand into a twisted claw and began thrusting them in and out of Emily’s slit, making sure to fill her up and hit her G spot on every stroke. Within minutes her body was writhing uncontrollably under mine, her hands were clenched in my hair, pulling me closer, and her breath came out in gasps as she begged me to do more. It wasn’t long now. A few more licks on her mound and a couple more thrusts into her cunt and she was exploding in ecstasy, her sounds of pleasure breaking through our silent surroundings.

When she started to come down from her climax, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and moved in to lick up all the juices that escaped from between her plump lips while feeding her the juices clinging to my fingers.

Scenes like that continued throughout the weekend, and by the time we returned to civilization on Monday, Emily and I were both sore from the less than comfortable accommodations. Neither of us cared, however we were still in a post sex haze.— T.D., St. Peters, Missouri

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