Steamy Shower Fun - Sex Stories

Steamy Shower Fun

... juices.

Then LeeAnne did something I didn't expect. She slid two long fingers into my pussy, fucking me for a second before she pulled them out and put them in my mouth.

"Taste us," she commanded.

And I did. I cleaned her fingers off with my tongue. Licking all of them clean, tasting our mixed cum.

LeeAnne collapsed next to me when she was done.

"Wow. I don't even know what to say," she whispered. "Not kidding when I say you're a natural. You sure you don't want to be a lesbian?" she teased me.

Laughing, I replied, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I like guys too much. Just need to find some that actually know how to fuck a woman right."

"Good luck with that...they are all selfish pigs at this age, I hear."

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Over the next few weeks, LeeAnne and I continued to explore together. She was an excellent teacher and an even better lover. She was so incredibly attentive and wanted me to thoroughly enjoy our time together. It was the best sex I had had. We also had numerous in-depth conversations about our sexuality and experiences.

At this point in my life, I had only had two sexual partners beyond the one-off blow jobs I gave in high school. These had been guys I dated, one long term and the other a quick fling. Neither were head turning lovers and honestly were selfish the way LeeAnne had described them. I had never orgasmed with either of them and generally left any sexual encounters disappointed. Admittedly, I didn't know what I was doing either, ...

... but it was enough for me to swear off fucking men for a while.

That said, I did miss sucking cock. Of all sexual acts, blowing a nice hard cock was my favorite. I relish the control but also adore the submissiveness of the situation. There is something about being on my knees in front of a guy with his cock down my throat. Sucking him and letting him fuck my face all the while knowing I control the pleasure I'm giving him and letting him take. It's an addictive thing for me, sucking a dick.

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One day after classes, LeeAnne and I were on her couch watching TV and having one of these sexual talks. It had started off with her telling me about her first serious girlfriend her senior year of high school and how that relationship had firmly solidified her state as a lesbian. I had shared with her my less than satisfying experiences with my two male partners and, my reasoning for no longer engaging in penetrative sex. She was curious but supportive.

"Ok, so I understand not wanting to keep fucking subpar guys, but how do you think you will know when you do decide that someone will be good to fuck?" she asked me curiously.

Laughing, I shrugged my shoulders while replying, "I have no damn clue! I just know that I don't want to sleep around if it isn't going to be good. One, I don't want an STD. Two, I don't want to get knocked up. And yes, I know protection blah blah blah, but that stuff does have failures rates. So why risk it for shitty sex?"

"Yeah, I get ...