"Don't worry," Stella said as she pulled out her vibrator. (FFFF) ... Again, probably too long. | 2016

After enjoying sharing my previous encounter, I thought I would share another story. All my boyfriends have loved this one, can you imagine why?

I was 19 at the time and visiting my dear friend Stella, who lived a few states away, for the weekend. She was a lesbian and dating and living with a girl we'll call Cindy. Another of our mutual friends, Pam, was also visiting and we were all perched on the couch, passing popcorn between us as we watched a movie. I think we were watching either Pretty Persuasion or Cruel Intentions, but it was mostly background noise as we caught up on the details of our lives.

At some point, Cindy admitted she was getting tired and retreated to the bedroom. Stella stayed about an hour longer before excusing herself as well. Prior to leaving, she set Pam and I up with pillows and blankets and we cuddled up into the couch.

Pam turned to me at one point and said, "You're so pretty, Ellen. You're so freaking pretty."

I thought at first that she was stating how jealous she was. I've always had straight dirty blonde hair and a pink curvy body, and traditionally pixie facial features: a small little nose, big brown eyes, huge pink lips. But Pam was gorgeous in her own way. She was slimmer than me, but she was shorter, too, and pulled it off. Her hair was made of tight black curls framing a skin a shade of tan mine would never reach, and she had a wide, lovely smile that made you want to melt into her. It was obvious that, despite our differences, she was gorgeous as well. "Oh, don't be like that. You're pretty, too, Pam," I insisted.

She turned big swollen eyes up at me and I realized then that she hadn't been expressing her jealousy in my features. She'd been expressing admiration. She whispered, "I've never been with a girl before."

When I had arrived that evening, this was really not what I'd been expecting. Pam was only a year younger than me, but at eighteen, her innocence was clearly shining through that expectant look. But she was curious, too, as she gently placed a hand on my belly, wrapping her body around me, pinning me against the couch.

I had had a girlfriend before, a bombshell of a woman that ate girls and men up like M&M's, dumping me for some punk boy a few weeks earlier. My heart warmed for curious Pam, and I pressed her hair away from her temple and kissed her forehead softly. My other hand massaged her shoulder, kneading her closer into me. We cuddled like that, enjoying the warmth and luxury of each other's bodies before we heard the noises coming loud and quick from the bedroom.

Pam sat up slightly, releasing me, and stared. "Are they - " she gulped. "You know?"

"Sure," I said, grinning sheepishly. "Why not?"

We heard low grunts, most likely Cindy, and the tell-tale thump of the headboard against the wall. It continued like that for an impossibly long time, leaving Pam's mouth gaping. Cindy's moans were punctuated by the cries of Stella and the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh. I couldn't help but giggle.

Pam whispered to me, "This is like what guys think happens when girls get together! But it's really happening!" She was completely dumbfounded, and it was so very cute.

"I guess it is," I said, nuzzling my head into her shoulder. She was caught for a moment between eavesdropping on the girls and cuddling back up with me. Finally, she slid back down into the couch, and threw a leg over my thigh, locking her ankle with mine. I pressed my head to her chest and could hear her heart racing. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say this was turning you on."

"Maybe you're turning me on," she responded, shocking me with such a brazen statement. I purred at that, and let my hand find her waist, travel up the length of her side, from her hip to her ribs, tracing that delicate womanly curve where the stomach pinched in. I kneaded my hands into the muscle and flesh and let my thumb trace the curve of her breast slowly and delicately beneath the fabric of her tee shirt.

She moaned at the contact and I knew that meant to rub more, my fingers enveloping her soft warm flesh in my hand. She wasn't wearing a bra beneath her tee. Her breasts were supple and perky, indeed smaller than mine but still lovely, like perfect little fruits. I squeezed softly, then more firmly, and traced my fingertips over her nipple. It immediately became erect beneath the soft cotton, and she began to let soft moans escape her lips. The sound was barely more than a breath, but enough to indicate she was enjoying herself.

I reached for one of her hands and placed it along my abdomen, inching her fingers upwards towards my own breasts. This made her moan, too, and I realized at some point that she and I were both purring softly for each other. She kneaded my breasts above my tank top before wiggling her hands beneath the fabric, shuddering at the touch of my warm bare skin. I helped her remove my shirt entirely, leaving me bare from the waist up, and she surprised me with her vigor. I had been intending to take it slow, not wanting to push her, so I let her decide where she wanted to go next.

Pam asked if she could lick my chest, and I said, "Of course!" Her tongue found my nipple and licked it, exploring, making me moan out and wiggle beneath her as she lowered her body atop of mine. One of her legs was pressed atop my mound, her thigh grinding against my center as her own mound pressed against my hip. As she wrapped her arms around me and kissed and sucked and even nibbled and bit - timid Pam, biting my nipple! The thought was unreal!

I ground against her, moving my pelvis in small firm circles, feeling her press against it and meet my body. My hands found her ass. I dug my nails gently into it, pulling her closer, tighter, so that we moved as one gyrating sensual need. I realized then that our rhythm was matching Stella and Cindy's rhythm inside the bedroom, their cries and groans of the same tempo as ours. I heard their headboard meeting the wall, thump thump thump, just as Pam's teeth buried into my breast and her thigh against my slit.

With my nipple deep in her mouth, she purred, and the feel of it against my breast, the deep vibration of her pleasure against my skin, had my shuddering, throwing my head back and moaning. My hips bucked and my hands clenched her ass tight, keeping her in place as I humped her between my skinny shorts. I could feel the damp fabric. The situation was hot enough to get me wet between the layers of my panties and my shorts, and that realization only made me hotter, and wetter. We continued like that, grinding against each other and moaning playfully, my tit in her mouth, for a long while.

Suddenly, it became clear how quiet it was. Cindy and Stella had stopped whatever they had been doing. I opened my eyes, not having remembered closing them, and looked up to see Stella standing in the doorway, looking angry. I gently pulled Pam off me, and she turned bright red in embarrassment. We both extracted ourselves slowly, regrettably, and sat back up, facing the angry Stella, with her hands on her hips.

She was stark naked, but not ashamed of it. Stella was the tallest of us, with long platinum blonde hair currently in a state of disarray. Though I was the curviest, with the biggest tits and ass, Stella had the most meat on her. She was an athlete, and it showed in the tight flex of her abdomen and the hardened muscles of her thighs. She was strong and fit and tight and pale in the dark, the only light the glare from the TV. Seeing her glare at us like that, all rock hard muscle, was frightening.

"Really, guys?" Stella said. "On the couch!?"

"I'm sorry," I said, Pam mumbling the same next to me. I cast my eyes down shamefully as I tried to cross my arms over my chest, barely able to even hide my nipples. "I didn't mean to - "

"We have beds for a reason," Stella said.

I looked up at her in shock, and back at Pam. Pam's face was alight with excitement, and she was giggling uncontrollably. I looked back between the two of them, even as Stella extended her hands. Pam took one and leaped from the couch, fingers entwining. I sat there dumbfounded for a second.

"C'mon, Ellen. Cindy and I could definitely teach you something," she told me. Stella and Cindy were both a few years older than Pam and I, 21 and 22 to be exact, and so it was natural to assume they had quite a few more sexual experiences under their belt than us. I got up and joined them, Stella wrapping an arm around my waist immediately, pulling me close to her as I let my hands drop from my chest, my breasts bouncing about as we walked. "I've been just waiting to see those gorgeous tits," she told me. "You were teasing us with that cleavage mid-riff all day."

"Sorry," I blushed, my mind still wrapping around the situation. "Maybe now you can tease me."

Stella's look from behind her bright blue eyes was anything but innocent. It was dark and domineering and downright dirty. "Oh, I'll do much more than that," she purred at me.

We entered the bedroom, where Cindy was collapsed on the large, four-poster king-sized bed. Cindy was still catching her breath, unable to slow her own heartbeat, and she didn't question our entrance. She simply smiled up at us and purred, "Hello," between gulps of air. She was tan, a shade or two lighter than Pam, with brown hair cut short and pulled back in two pigtails, though strands had fallen out and were pointing in odd directions. She was curvy like me as well, and completely motionless on her side, except for the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Her thighs were spread wide, her gaping slit wit and juicy, so thick with her cum that it literally dripped along the bed sheets.

"Damn!" Pam bellowed. "What did you do to her?"

Stella looked at Pam through the curtain of her blonde hair and smiled mischievously. "I could tell you. Or I could show you." Pam nodded eagerly, smiling brightly, though she twisted around to see all of us, Cindy collapsed on the bed and the three girls standing around. "But there's... so many of us," she said, obviously unable to compute how it would work.

Stella turned and reached into a large box that was sitting at the foot of the bed. Later that night, she let us search through that box, explore and try every toy we wanted, but that's a story for later. When she bent over to dig through it, Pam and I were both left staring at the expanse of those gorgeous, sturdy thighs, her pale lips peeking out from beneath her ass cheeks. "Don't worry," Stella said as she pulled out her vibrator.

I stared at it, once again at a loss for words. It was the biggest vibrator I had ever seen, at least two feet long, with a handle in the middle. It took me a moment to realize that it was actually a double-sided hot pink vibrator. I'm sure the expression on my face was priceless.

Pam, however, looked genuinely confused. "I don't get it," she said. "How does it work?"

Stella was smiling as she switched it in. "Cindy, baby," she purred. "Want to show them how it works?"

Cindy nodded happily and finally pushed herself up from the sheets. I expected her to wiggle towards Stella and open her legs but instead she grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed. I didn't fight her, and let her remove my shorts and panties, and kiss me with her big olive lips, massage my shoulders, kiss my neck, knead my breasts. She turned me around and sat me at the edge of the bed, Pam sitting a few feet away, watching as Stella began to advance on me. Cindy held me against her warm, already sweat slicked body, rubbing my back and shoulders, reaching around to slowly pet my slit and clit. The vibrator buzzed and shook and Stella twirled it between her hands, giving me that luxurious dirty look. "Ever use one of these before?"

I shook my head. "I didn't even know they existed," I admitted. I had never played with any toys before that, even. But the sight of it already had me going. I wanted badly to feel it pulsing inside of me. Cindy kept me in place with her hands cupping, kneading, tickling my breasts. I leaned back against her, parting my thighs wider for Stella, who started at first only rubbing the tip of the toy against my edges. This still left me moaning, as my body was warm and wet and wanting, my clit swollen from need. She rubbed the tip of the toy back and forth against my hole, her thumb massaging the base of my clit expertly as she teased and teased and teased me, and her girlfriend, too. Cindy was behind me, licking my neck, kneading my breasts, holding my tight against her chest so I could feel her nipples harden against the skin of her back and her legs on either side of me, warm sexy flesh.

I looked over and saw Pam on all fours, now entirely nude, crawling towards us. The sight of her like that, with need so embedded in her sultry gaze, had me grinding again, hips moving and bucking, but Cindy held me against her, trapping me. "Please," I begged, looking up at Stella towering over us, "put it inside me!"

Stella cocked her head at me. "It's not your turn." I cried out that I wanted it, needed to feel it, but she smiled and turned away from me, leaving my hips thrusting against nothing. Instead she brought the toy towards Pam's lips. It was covered in my liquids, and Pam licked them and cleaned them off, moaning and groaning. She admitted how much she liked the taste, and Stella said, "Good. Then you'll taste me next."

Stella mounted Pam, and I realized that Cindy was still holding me down, nibbling my neck, keeping me away as Stella began to ride Pam's face. She instructed Pam clearly and directly on what she liked, where to put her fingers, what to do with her tongue and lips, and Pam apparently listened well because Stella was soon moaning and groaning and leaking across Pam's face. I bucked and purred as I watched, trying to escape Cindy, but she held me tight and whispered that my turn would come soon and kissed my jaw and neck and shoulder and kept me pinned.

Finally, Stella satisfied with Pam's tongue, she refocused on me. She without warning took a pair of panties and stuffed them in my mouth - it wasn't until then I realized that I had been begging and calling out and moaning loudly as they'd done their thing. Then, with my mouth gagged, she told Cindy how to hold me down so that it wouldn't hurt me, taking my wrists above my head and pinning them. Stella began teasing me again with the toy, and I was bucking against it madly, urgently, until finally she let the tip of it pierce my opening.

Slowly, my walls parted to give way to the massive vibrator, and I felt it sliding inside me. I could not keep still, despite how much I tried, and Cindy was there to hold me down, Stella holding my hips. I have always been pretty tight, but the way it moved inside me, tickling every inch and space was maddening. Stella slowly pushed it inside me, gently petting my clit and opening my body up to it. After I became accustomed to the sensation, still throbbing and spasming around it, she started to really use it to pound me. One of her hands rubbed my clit vigorously, and I was throbbing and shrieking. Having been so unused to this scenario, and so turned on by all of it, I was already immediately climaxing, despite how hard Stella was slapping my clit and pounding me deep, screaming through the fabric of the panties. She removed the vibrator once my juices had spread all over it, and I laid there gasping and choking on my own breath.

She didn't give me long to catch my breath before she directed Pam over me. "Now, let's try and see why this thing is double sided," she said. I thrashed and kicked, because I had already had enough, and I couldn't take anymore, but Cindy was coo-ing to me softly and kissing my cheek. Stella grabbed my tit and flicked my nipples, having me cry out. I couldn't help but smile, as much as my gagged mouth was able to. And Pam did look delicate and gorgeous, naked towering above me.

(I guess that's part one because it got really long and I have to go do work)