Leslie’s first lesbian experience

Leslie’s breath came in shallow gasps as Tammy shoved her down the hallway, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of Leslie’s hips. The older woman’s heels clicked against the hardwood, her movements predatory as she guided—no, pushed—Leslie toward the bedroom door. Craig followed close behind, his gaze dark with hunger as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

The bedroom smelled faintly of cedar and expensive cologne, the curtains half-drawn, casting long shadows across the rumpled duvet. Tammy wasted no time, spinning Leslie to face her, her manicured nails already working at the buttons of Leslie’s blouse.

Tammy’s fingers made quick work of Leslie’s blouse, the buttons popping open one by one until the fabric slid off her shoulders with a whisper. Leslie shuddered as the cool air hit her flushed skin, her nipples hardening instantly beneath the delicate lace of her bra. Tammy’s gaze darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she reached behind Leslie’s back, unhooking the clasp with practiced ease.

Craig sank into the plush armchair in the corner, his fingers steepled beneath his chin as he watched, his breath shallow. The leather creaked under his weight, his slacks straining against the thick outline of his arousal.

Leslie’s breath hitched as the lace gave way, her breasts spilling free—pale and full, the silver hoops through her nipples glinting in the dim light. Tammy exhaled sharply, her fingers tracing the delicate metal before pinching one between her thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to make Leslie whimper.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Tammy murmured, her other hand sliding down Leslie’s stomach, nails scraping lightly over the sensitive skin just above the waistband of her skirt. The zpper hissed as Tammy tugged it down, the fabric pooling at Leslie’s feet, leaving her in nothing but sheer panties, already damp.

Craig’s grip tightened on the arms of the chair as Tammy stepped back, her fingers working the buttons of her own silk blouse with slow, deliberate precision. The fabric parted, revealing the swell of her heavy breasts barely restrained by a black lace bra. She smirked at the way Leslie’s eyes flickered down, her lips parting slightly as Tammy shrugged the blouse off, letting it slither to the floor.

The older woman’s hands moved to the clasp of her bra, releasing it with a flick of her wrist. The lace fell away, and her full, heavy tits spilled free, nipples already stiffened from the charged air between them.

Leslie’s fingers trembled as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, peeling the damp fabric down her thighs in one slow, deliberate motion. The air kissed her bare skin, making her shiver as she stepped out of them, her gaze locked on Tammy’s voluptuous curves—the soft swell of her belly, the way her hips flared beneath the unbuttoned waistband of her slacks.

Tammy’s lips curled into a smirk as she reached for Leslie’s wrist, guiding her palm to the warm, yielding flesh of her stomach. “Like what you see, baby?” she purred, arching into the touch as Leslie’s fingers splayed across her softness.

Leslie’s breath hitched as she nodded, her pulse fluttering beneath Tammy’s fingertips. The older woman’s smirk deepened, her gaze dragging slowly down Leslie’s trembling body before settling between her thighs.

"I like what I see between your legs, my dear," Tammy murmured, her voice thick with approval. She traced a single nail along the inside of Leslie’s thigh, the touch feather-light yet electric, drawing a sharp gasp from Leslie’s parted lips.

Craig shifted in the armchair, his knuckles whitening against the leather as Tammy dropped to her knees, her breath warm against Leslie’s damp skin.

Tammy knew it was going take much to get Leslie’s off and Leslie was excited it was her first lesbian experience. Tammy’s breath hitched as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to trace the swollen, aching bud between Leslie’s thighs. The younger woman gasped, her fingers tangling in Tammy’s hair as the older woman hummed in approval.

“Jesus, you’re already so wet,” Tammy murmured against her, lips brushing feather-light over Leslie’s throbbing clit before sealing around it in a slow, deliberate suck.

Leslie’s hips jerked forward, a whimper tearing from her throat as pleasure sparked white-hot under Tammy’s tongue.

Leslie’s knees nearly buckled as Tammy’s tongue swirled in slow, torturous circles, her fingers digging deeper into the older woman’s hair. A breathy moan escaped her lips—this was everything she’d fantasized about, the softness of another woman, the way Tammy’s mouth moved with such confident hunger.

Craig’s zipper hissed in the quiet room, his cock springing free, thick and flushed. He stroked himself lazily, his gaze locked on the way Leslie’s thighs trembled, the way Tammy’s fingers spread her wider, exposing her completely.

Leslie’s back arched as Tammy’s tongue plunged deeper, the wet heat of her mouth drawing another broken moan from Leslie’s lips. Her thighs quivered, the muscles tightening as pleasure coiled low in her belly—sharp and insistent.

Craig’s breath came rough and uneven, his fist working his cock in slow, deliberate strokes, his thumb smearing precum over the swollen head. The leather of the armchair groaned under his shifting weight as he leaned forward, his free hand gripping his own thigh hard enough to bruise.

Tammy’s lips curled into a wicked grin as she felt Leslie’s thighs tense—she knew exactly how close the younger woman was. With deliberate slowness, she dragged her tongue lower, tracing the slick heat between Leslie’s cheeks before circling the tight, fluttering rim of her ass.

Leslie gasped, her fingers tightening in Tammy’s hair as the older woman’s tongue pressed flat against her, wet and insistent.

Tammy’s tongue pressed deeper, circling Leslie’s tight rim with slow, teasing strokes until the younger woman’s thighs shook. A high, **** whine escaped Leslie’s lips as Tammy suddenly dragged her tongue back up—rough, wet—and plunged two fingers inside her dripping cunt without warning.

Leslie’s back arched off the bed, her hips jerking as Tammy curled her fingers just right, hitting that sweet spot with ruthless precision. The pressure built—white-hot, unbearable—until her thighs clamped around Tammy’s head, her entire body tensing like a bowstring.

Then, with a broken cry, she came—hard.

Leslie’s climax shuddered through her in waves, her body arching off the bed as Tammy’s fingers worked her through it, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until she was gasping, oversensitive. Tammy pulled back just enough to watch—lips glistening, eyes dark with satisfaction—as Leslie’s thighs trembled, her chest heaving.

Craig’s breath hitched, his grip tightening around his cock as he watched Leslie’s flushed skin, the way her fingers still clutched at the sheets. Tammy caught his gaze, her smirk slow and knowing, before she leaned in again, this time pressing a single, teasing kiss to the inside of Leslie’s thigh.

Tammy’s tongue flicked back up with a slow, deliberate stroke, swirling around Leslie’s swollen clit just as the younger woman’s hips twitched in oversensitive protest. A whimper caught in Leslie’s throat—her nerves still sparking from her first climax—but Tammy didn’t relent. She flattened her tongue, dragging it in broad, wet strokes, each one sending fresh tremors through Leslie’s thighs.

Craig’s fist tightened around his cock, his knuckles whitening as he watched Tammy’s mouth work—the way Leslie’s body jerked with every teasing lick, the way her fingers twisted helplessly in the sheets.

Leslie’s breath hitched as Tammy’s tongue flicked faster, the relentless pressure sending fresh sparks of pleasure shooting through her oversensitive nerves. Her hips jerked helplessly against Tammy’s mouth, her thighs quivering as another climax coiled tight in her belly—too soon, too much—but Tammy didn’t stop.

Craig’s low groan filled the room, his fist pumping harder as precum beaded at his tip, his gaze locked on the way Leslie’s back arched, the way Tammy’s fingers dug into her hips to hold her still.

Leslie’s cry shattered into a breathless gasp as Tammy’s tongue lapped at her through the pulsing waves of her climax, relentless, refusing to let her come down. Every flick sent fresh tremors through her—too much, too sharp—but Tammy only hummed against her, the vibration wringing another broken moan from Leslie’s throat.

Craig’s chair creaked as he leaned forward, his cock slick and heavy in his fist, his breath ragged. “Fuck,” he gritted out, watching Tammy’s lips glisten, the way Leslie’s thighs twitched with every slow, deliberate stroke.

Tammy pulled away from Leslie’s glistening pussy with a slow, wet drag of her tongue, her lips swollen and slick. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes locked on Leslie’s flushed face as she murmured, "Now it’s my turn to be pleasured."

Leslie’s chest heaved, her fingers still tangled in the sheets as Tammy crawled up her body, the heat of her skin pressing against Leslie’s. Tammy’s thigh slid between Leslie’s legs, coaxing a shaky gasp from her as the friction reignited the oversensitive nerves.

Tammy’s lips crashed against Leslie’s with bruising hunger, her tongue sweeping possessively into the younger woman’s mouth—hot and slick with the taste of Leslie’s own arousal. Leslie whimpered, her fingers instinctively tangling in Tammy’s hair as the older woman’s thigh pressed harder between her legs, the rough friction wringing a shuddering gasp from her throat.

Craig’s chair groaned as he stood, his cock jutting thick and flushed as he approached the bed, his free hand gripping Tammy’s hip hard enough to leave marks.

Tammy’s grip tightened in Leslie’s hair as she dragged her down the bed with a rough tug, her thighs parting with deliberate slowness. The musky scent of her arousal filled Leslie’s nostrils—warm and intoxicating—as Tammy arched her hips, pressing herself against the younger woman’s mouth with a throaty command: "Lick."

Leslie’s tongue flicked out tentatively, tracing the slick folds with a shaky stroke that drew a low, approving groan from Tammy. The older woman’s fingers twisted tighter in her hair, guiding her deeper, urging her to flatten her tongue and press harder.

Leslie’s tongue hesitated for only a second before Tammy’s fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her with rough insistence. “Flatten your tongue,” Tammy breathed, her hips rolling forward to grind against Leslie’s mouth. “Like that—yes—now suck a little, just there—”

Leslie obeyed, her lips closing around Tammy’s swollen clit, sucking gently as Tammy’s thighs trembled against her cheeks.

Leslie’s tongue worked in slow, tentative circles, the unfamiliar taste flooding her senses as Tammy’s hips jerked against her mouth. A sharp gasp tore from Tammy’s lips just as the bed dipped beside them—Craig’s thick cock nudged against Tammy’s parted lips, glistening and demanding.

Tammy’s fingers flexed in Leslie’s hair, holding her in place as she leaned forward, her tongue dragging a slow, filthy stripe up Craig’s shaft before taking him deep into her mouth.

Tammy’s moan vibrated around Craig’s cock, deep and throaty, as Leslie’s tongue swirled faster—hesitation gone, replaced by the slick, hungry rhythm Tammy’s hips demanded. The older woman’s thighs clenched, her heel digging into the mattress as she arched, torn between the heat of Leslie’s mouth and the thick stretch of Craig filling her own.

Craig’s groan was raw, his fingers knotting in Tammy’s hair as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard while Leslie’s lips sealed tighter, flicking her clit in quick, **** circles.

Craig’s gaze burned as Tammy’s full breasts swayed with every bob of her head, her nipples stiff and flushed, rubbing against Leslie’s thigh as she worked his cock with wet, greedy pulls. A bead of sweat trailed down the valley between her tits, glistening under the dim light as her body moved between them—Leslie’s tongue still lapping at her, Craig’s thick length sliding deeper into her throat with each thrust.

Tammy moaned around him, the vibration making his hips jerk, his grip tightening in her hair as her tits bounced heavily, her hard nipples dragging against Leslie’s skin.

Tammy pulled off Craig’s cock with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. “That’s it,” she panted, her voice rough with need. “Right there—you’re going to make me cum, slut. Don’t stop.”

Leslie’s tongue obeyed, circling faster, her lips sealing tight as she sucked Tammy’s clit with **** hunger. The older woman’s thighs trembled, her hips jerking erratically as she ground against Leslie’s mouth, her moans climbing higher.

Craig’s fingers dug into Tammy’s hips, dragging her back onto his cock with a rough thrust, filling her throat again.

Tammy’s back arched violently as the first wave crashed through her, her thighs clamping around Leslie’s head with bruising ****. A guttural cry tore from her throat, muffled around Craig’s cock as her cunt pulsed against Leslie’s tongue, hot and slick. The taste flooded Leslie’s mouth—salt and musk and something electric—as Tammy’s climax painted her chin, her cheeks, dripping in sticky streaks down her throat.

Craig growled, his thrusts turning erratic as Tammy’s throat convulsed around him, her moans vibrating against his shaft.

Craig’s fingers knotted tighter in Tammy’s hair, dragging her mouth off his cock with a wet gasp. “Not yet,” he growled, his voice thick with restraint. The swollen head of his shaft glistened against her parted lips, smearing precum across her chin as he angled his hips back.

Tammy’s breath hitched, her tongue darting out to catch the bitter salt of him before he pulled away entirely. Her thighs still quivered from Leslie’s mouth, her cunt throbbing with the aftershocks as Craig’s rough grip hauled her up the bed.

“Ride me,” he demanded, flipping her onto her back with a single rough shove.

Tammy’s hips rolled with deliberate slowness as she positioned herself over Craig’s cock, her swollen lips glistening as they brushed against his throbbing length. A shudder ran through her as she sank down inch by inch, her tight walls stretching to take him, her breath hitching as he filled her completely.

Tammy’s back arched as Craig’s cock stretched her to the hilt, a ragged moan tearing from her throat as she rolled her hips in slow, grinding circles. The thick veins along his shaft dragged against her sensitive walls, wringing another shudder from her as her nails bit into his chest.

Leslie watched, her lips still glistening with Tammy’s arousal, her breath coming in shallow pants as Craig’s hands clamped around Tammy’s waist, guiding her into a harder rhythm.

“Fuck—yes—” Tammy gasped, her thighs trembling as she rose up, only to slam back down, taking him deeper with a wet slap of skin.

Tammy’s hips snapped down hard, taking Craig’s full length with a wet gasp as her tits heaved inches from his face. “Watch close, baby,” she panted, locking eyes with Leslie as her sweat-slicked body rolled in obscene rhythm. “This is how a real woman rides cock.”

Her full breasts swayed with every bounce, nipples stiff and flushed, smearing against Craig’s stubbled jaw as she ground deeper. A thick strand of spit hung from her bottom lip, swinging with each **** thrust, her thighs quaking as she clenched around him.

Craig’s grip tightened on Tammy’s hips, his knuckles whitening as he snarled, “Ride my cock, you slut—harder.”

Tammy’s breath hitched, her thighs flexing as she obeyed, slamming down with brutal ****, her slick walls clenching around him in a vice-like grip. A choked moan tore from her throat as Craig’s cock speared deep, the thick ridge of his head grinding against her most sensitive spot with every punishing thrust.

Tammy’s fingers tangled in Leslie’s hair, yanking her forward just as Craig’s cock slipped free with a lewd, wet pop. “Lick it clean,” she panted, her voice ragged, pressing Leslie’s face into the glistening shaft where her own arousal smeared thick between Craig’s thighs. Leslie’s tongue dragged up the underside, collecting the salty-sweet mix of them both, her lips sealing around the head to suck hard—just as Tammy had taught her.

Tammy’s lips curled into a smirk as Leslie’s tongue swirled around Craig’s slick cockhead. “That’s good, baby,” she purred, her voice dripping with approval—before her hips snapped back down with a wet slap, impaling herself on Craig’s length in one brutal stroke.

A guttural groan tore from Craig’s throat as Tammy’s cunt clenched around him, her inner muscles fluttering like a vice. The bedframe rattled as she rode him with reckless abandon, her sweat-slicked skin glistening under the dim light. Every downward plunge **** a choked gasp from her lips, her swollen clit grinding against the coarse hair at his base.

“Damn, honey, you're gonna make me cum again," Tammy gasped, her thighs quivering as she ground down hard, her swollen clit dragging against Craig’s pelvis with every **** roll of her hips. Her nails raked down his chest as her back arched, her tits bouncing with each frantic thrust.

Craig’s grip on her waist turned bruising, his hips pistoning up to meet her, driving deeper with a wet slap of skin. "Fucking take it," he growled, his cock pulsing inside her as her walls clenched in rhythmic spasms.

Tammy’s fingers twisted tighter in Leslie’s hair, forcing her to watch as she ground down on Craig’s cock with a filthy, wet roll of her hips. “Make me cum, slut,” she panted, her voice rough with need, her thighs trembling as she clenched around him. Her other hand dragged Leslie closer, smearing her own slick arousal across the younger woman’s parted lips. “Taste that, baby? That’s what your husband’s cock does to me.”

Leslie’s tongue flicked out instinctively, lapping at Tammy’s fingers, the tang of her own earlier efforts mixing with the musk of Craig’s precum.

Tammy’s hips stuttered as Craig’s cock swelled inside her, his low growl vibrating through her core. “Gonna pump you full,” he gritted out, fingers digging bruises into her waist as his thrusts turned jagged and uneven.

Leslie whimpered against Tammy’s slick fingers, her tongue still working between them, when Tammy suddenly arched with a sharp cry. “Oh fuck—yes—” Her cunt clamped down in pulsing waves, milking Craig’s cock as he buried himself to the hilt with a snarl.

Tammy pussy clamp around Craig’s cock as she rode him “ oh shit give that nut baby” as Craig started to cum inside her

Tammy’s pussy clenched like a fist around Craig’s cock as she rode him with frenzied desperation, her swollen lips stretched obscenely around his shaft. “Oh shit—give that nut, baby,” she moaned, her voice cracking as she ground down hard, milking him with every roll of her hips.

Craig’s back arched off the bed, a guttural snarl tearing from his throat as his cock pulsed deep inside her. Hot ropes of cum flooded her tight channel, each thick spurt wringing another shuddering cry from Tammy’s lips.

Leslie’s breath hitched as she watched Craig’s cock twitch inside Tammy, his thick release flooding her in hot, pulsing spurts. Tammy’s cunt clenched greedily around him, milking every last drop as her thighs trembled, her swollen lips stretched obscenely around his shaft. A low, satisfied moan rumbled from Tammy’s chest as she ground down, trapping him deep, her slick walls fluttering to coax out another thick rope of cum.

Tammy’s thighs locked around Craig’s hips as her orgasm crashed through her, her cunt clamping down in rhythmic pulses that milked his cock for every last drop. A ragged scream tore from her throat as she ground down, her swollen clit rubbing raw against his pelvis with each shuddering roll of her hips.

Craig’s fingers dug into her flesh, his own release still spurting deep inside her as Tammy rode out the waves of pleasure, her inner walls fluttering like a greedy fist around his throbbing shaft.

Leslie whimpered, her lips still parted where Tammy had smeared her slick arousal, her tongue darting out to taste the salty tang of their sweat and cum.

Tammy’s body shuddered as she lifted herself slowly, Craig’s spent cock slipping free with a lewd, wet sound. A thick strand of cum stretched between her swollen lips and his glistening shaft before snapping, leaving his cock slick and glazed under the dim light.

She hovered just above him, her thighs trembling as his seed began to spill from her well-used pussy, warm rivulets dripping onto his softening length. The sight of it—her greedy cunt still pulsing, his cum leaking out in thick, creamy streaks—made Leslie whimper, her fingers twitching against the sheets.

A thick glob of Craig’s cum slid from Tammy’s pussy with a lewd plop, landing on his softening cock and painting it pearly white. Tammy’s lips curled into a wicked grin as she locked eyes with Leslie, her voice dripping with command.

"Clean him up, babygirl," she purred, tilting her hips to let another slick strand of spend drip onto Craig’s shaft. "Lick every drop off that pretty cock—show him how much you love his taste."

Leslie’s breath hitched, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she crawled forward, her fingers trembling where they gripped the sheets.

Leslie’s lips parted with a needy whimper as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lap at the thick strand of cum glistening on Craig’s shaft. The taste—salty, musky, laced with Tammy’s arousal—made her moan, her lashes fluttering as she dragged her tongue slowly up his length, collecting every drop.

Leslie’s tongue swirled one last time around Craig’s softening length, collecting the final sticky streaks of their mingled pleasure. As she pulled back with a breathy sigh, Tammy’s glistening pussy still hovered above him, swollen lips parted, creamy rivulets of Craig’s seed dripping onto his twitching cock.

"Now clean my pussy, baby," Tammy commanded, voice thick with dominance. She spread her thighs wider, fingers gripping the backs of her knees to expose herself completely—her flushed, well-used cunt still pulsing, his cum glistening in thick ropes along her inner thighs.

Leslie whimpered, her breath hitching as she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lap at the thick strands of cum glistening between Tammy’s swollen lips. The taste—musky, salty, laced with Tammy’s arousal—flooded her senses as she dragged her tongue slowly up Tammy’s slit, collecting every sticky drop. Above her, Tammy arched with a throaty moan, her thighs trembling as Leslie’s tongue delved deeper, swirling around her sensitive clit before plunging back inside to lap up Craig’s spend.

Leslie pulled back with a shuddering sigh, her lips glistening as Tammy’s taste lingered on her tongue. The air between them was thick with sweat and sex, the sheets tangled beneath their spent bodies. Tammy’s fingers wound through Leslie’s hair, tugging just enough to make her whimper, before guiding her head to rest against her thigh.

Craig’s mouth was already latched onto Tammy’s left nipple, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak as his teeth grazed the swollen flesh. A low groan rumbled from Tammy’s chest, her back arching off the mattress as she ground her hips down against nothing, still sensitive from her last orgasm.

Tammy’s lips curled into a wicked smirk as Craig’s words rumbled against her breast, his breath hot on her damp skin. “Damn right we will,” she purred, fingers tightening in Leslie’s hair as the girl nuzzled her thigh, tongue darting out to catch another stray trickle of cum.

Tammy’s fingers uncurled from Leslie’s hair with a final possessive tug, her swollen lips glistening under the dim light as she shifted her weight off Craig’s spent body. “Anytime I’ll be glad to come back,” she purred, rolling her hips in one last slow grind against the damp sheets, her thighs slick with sweat and cum. A thick pearl of Craig’s release clung to her inner thigh as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the muscles in her back flexing as she stretched with a satisfied groan.

Craig’s heavy-lidded gaze dragged up Tammy’s body as she rose from the bed, her thick thighs glistening with sweat. His tongue swiped over his bottom lip when she bent to scoop her discarded lace panties from the floor, the round swell of her ass flexing as she moved. Leslie whimpered beside him, her fingers twitching against his chest as she watched Tammy step into the sheer fabric, the black lace straining against her plush hips.

Tammy smirked as she tugged the panties up slowly, letting the delicate fabric snap against her damp skin. Craig asked Tammy to leave him her panties as a keep sakes for him.

Tammy’s smirk deepened as Craig’s husky request hung in the air. She hooked her thumbs into the lace waistband of her panties, slowly peeling the damp fabric down her thighs with deliberate provocation. The scent of sex clung to the black lace as she held them up, letting them dangle from one finger in front of Craig’s hungry gaze.

"These what you want, baby?" she purred, dragging the soaked fabric along his bare chest, leaving a glistening trail of her arousal mixed with his spend. Craig’s nostrils flared as he caught the musk, his cock twitching weakly against his thigh.

Tammy flicked the damp panties toward Craig’s chest with a low chuckle, watching as they landed in a tangled mess over his still-heaving ribs. His fingers twitched against the sheets, gripping the lace as if it were sacred, lifting them to his face to inhale deeply—musky sweetness, salt, Tammy’s dominance soaked into every thread.

She turned away, hips swaying as she bent to retrieve her discarded dress from the floor, the curve of her bare ass still glistening where Craig’s cum had trickled down her inner thigh.

Tammy’s dress slithered up her thighs as she straightened, the fabric clinging to her damp skin in a way that made Craig’s half-hard cock twitch against his stomach. Leslie’s fingers circled her own swollen clit beside him, her breath hitching as she watched Tammy’s slow, deliberate movements—the way the dress inched higher, revealing the shadow of her lace-clad pussy for just a second before settling over her hips.

Craig’s hand shot out, fingers digging into Leslie’s thigh as his cock thickened, the sight of Tammy’s smirk and Leslie’s wet fingers pushing him toward full hardness again.

Tammy paused at the bedroom door, one hand resting on the frame as she glanced back over her shoulder. The dim light carved shadows along the curve of her bare spine, her dress still riding high enough to reveal the sinful swell of lace clinging to her backside.

"Leslie," she drawled, voice thick with amusement, "show him some of the things I taught you." Her tongue flicked over her bottom lip as she watched Leslie’s fingers stutter against Craig’s thigh, the girl’s breath hitching at the command.

Craig’s groan was low and ragged as Leslie shifted, her damp thighs straddling his hips before she leaned down, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. I’ll be seeing you too as she left to her awaiting Uber ride outside.