The Pussy Drought: Volume 1 - Finger Fucking in the Dark

I've fucked ALOT of women. Or at least I think so, as compared to how many men I've fucked. I'm no Don Juan to the ladies but something about my very nature encourages women to open up to me about their sexual desires, interests, mishaps and what-have-you. I always attributed it to my insane sense of loyalty to many of my female friends. Any of my girls know that I'm that girl in the crew that's really got everyone's back when the shit hits the fan. I'm the last-in the club and last-out the club type chick, making sure everyone is good before we bounce. I'm like a FBI agent, surveying the spot for any deviants or haters, both of which should be on the America's Most Wanted list. I always have a fabulous time (busters or not)and I look fabulous doing it.
Most women love me or hate me. I think I like it that way. See, I started my love affair with pussy a loooong time ago. So, those who love me...well, let's just say I could appreciate this gift with girls as early as 9 years old.

In fifth grade, Melanie was the cutest girl in the world to me. She had this beautiful honey brown skin and her hair was almost always done cute. Her older sister used to think she was all-that. hmmph. I mean she was def cute, but Melanie was like waaaay better. She had the biggest bootie in the class. I loved watching her walk away from me with the plaid from her skirt bouncing from her booty jiggles. She also had what I now know as luscious "dick sucking" lips which she plastered with lipgloss daily. Come to think of it, I remember plenty of times feeling tingly as I watched her suck her thumb. That's actually how we became friends--we both still had issues quitting the thumb sucking.

And, Mels was definitely one of my best, most favorite friends. We jumped rope together. She let me do her hair. We always asked to go to the bathroom together. We used to switch uniforms sometimes (still not sure why lol). We started the whole "Cool" for girls to sit on girls laps thing at our school. But all the while, we had not done anything remotely sexual with each other. Randomly one day standing around after cheerleading practice, my life changed.

In the bathroom checking out what our uniforms would look like for next week's game--we're both being silly posing, doing fake steps in adjacent mirrors. I turned to her and giggled, "oooooh Melanie look at all that booty hanging out", simultaneously poking her ass softly. "You betta quit D! Plus look at all of this", Mel yelled back as she quickly brushed her hand across my "ample" size B cups. Wow she had grabbed me back! I just poked her and she kinda grabbed me. So the next time I lightly gripped under her ass with my hand and made reference to her big booty again. Next she's attacking me in groping tickles. We start tickling each other but it definitely feels more like copping feels. Our giggles are echoing through the entire bathroom and empty gym I'm sure. We're going on for a while, rolling along the wall. She's in control. Then I'm in control.

We keep our faces close together--her cheek on mine. She tickles me by softly grabbing my tit. I laugh to keep up pretenses. I tickle her by playing along her butt crack. She laughes as well. Finally, a truce...but I get the last feel with a finger that grazes the inside of her ass. We paused for a long, awkward time with no laughter. We kinda just stared at each other. Just as I was about to tell her it was prolly time for me to go home, she said calmly, "I'll show you my booty, if you show me your titties." WTF? Wait...What? YES!!! "Aight--well let's hurry up", I say tentatively.

So of course bossy ass Mel was gonna try to force me to go first. But I wasn't having it! Nah! We had to draw on that one. I won the quick draw so SHE had to go first. We agreed to follow the other person's instructions---so you get to see everything you want to see. With her standing far across from me, I told her to turn around and pull up her skirt first, so I could see her ass in the cheerleading pants aka spanks. She agreed and as soon as her skirt lifted, I felt myself inching forward past the "safe zone". I wanted a closer look goddamit! I told her it would make it easier if I just pulled down her spanks and panties, while she held up the skirt. She agreed. I kneeled down behind her and reached up for her spanks. Words can not even expresss my anticipation at that very moment. I was finally going to see her ass! My heart was in my throat and my hands were super clammy. I remember pulling down her burgandy spanks slowly and seeing the prettiest caramel brown round sticking out the side of her underwear. Her booty got all goosebumpy after the air hit it. I remember thinking her leg looked like a golden original recipe KFC chicken leg. (that now makes sense for obvious reason lol) I instructed her to "go shoulder length" which was cheerleading code for "spread your legs". She never gave me any problems--she just said "ok" and "is that ok?" and I was grateful for her cooperation. I knew her snug-fit, pretty panties with purple and pink flowers would need more room for maneuvering and I didn't want to drop them.

As she stepped out her panties, one by one with each leg, I got a glimpse of her lil space of heaven between her legs. She smelled of baby powder and sweat. She had about the same amount of hair as I did down by her kitty kat. I was literally speechless. My thoughts raced but were abruptedly interrupted---"Um hellloo? What are we supposed to do now?" she says clearly getting annoyed. Truth is I had no idea what we were supposed to do now. So I said the first thing that came to mind----"We can 'DO IT'...if you want to?" And that was all she wrote....

Neither of us really knew what "doing it" was but we were pretty determined to figure it out. We made up our own rules. Melanie wanted it where we didn't do it with anybody else---but I quickly vetoed that. Doing it in our world was finger-fucking in the dark. Wet kisses in the bathroom stalls. We started off quite sloppy and it always seemed a pain to only get to do it once in a while after cheerleading practice. By 7th grade, although we were in different schools, we were covert finger fucking pros.

Away at camps and trips, counselors spent most of their time trying to keep the girls away from the boys. This sucked for Melanie, cause she was always in and out with this fool, Charles. He had a nasty mouth but he was cute though. I knew he was doing it to her to on the DL. Shoot by 7th grade, there was a group of 5 or 6 girls doing it with each other. We all participated in the same after-school activities, and had previously been classmates before I moved to the manhattan prep school. On our trips, we would run an entire bunk and everyone was sworn to secrecy or risk getting yo azz beat! We'd always pair up before the trip but knew everyone was fair game. Mel was always my bus ride partner. We always wore skirts and scoped out seats near the back. We would finger each other on every single bus trip. Whoeever was getting fingered would be on the inside seat. The outside person would pretend to be laying/sleeping on the other person---while nibbling a nipple inconspicously and finger fucking under a large warm blanket.

I really liked when she touched me but I loved fingering her. She used to like to pretend she was sleeping also but underneath the blanket she'd be spread so wide to me, with gushs of wetnesses and her pussy muscles contracting on my pace. Overnight trips were the best because I got to play with her pussy for as long as I wanted. Her kitty was always moist and her clit felt juicy between my forefinger and thumb. At night when the bus was pitch black, she'd whisper "Do it fast, but cover my mouth". I loved this part. I'd sit up slowly and look around to make sure no one was facing our direction. I would slide her ass down to the edge of the seat and drape her right leg over both my legs. She was practically on my lap. Her left leg stood up on the radiator on the side of the bus with both of us sufficiently covered by the blanket. Being in the back of the bus, we had a little leeway with sound but we were always super careful---that's why she insisted that I cover her mouth. She was always worried about getting caught. I liked teasing her with my middle finger, sliding up and down her pussy lips. I could always tell she was getting impatient, cause she would inch her pussy closer to my hand, hoping to get lucky with a quick dip inside. I pressed my left hand hard against her mouth and face. She wrapped her hands around mine for extra support. I took a deep breath, braced myself and dove straight into her treasure chest.

Starting very slowly, I'd work my finger around her smooth wet walls. Twirling my finger, working it in and out slowly. Every once in a while I'd quickly slide my finger up to her clit and use my thumb to squeeze it. She squeezed my hands tighter. I was always patient and willing to wait until I felt like she was really open---gushing with sweet juices, clit pulsating to a rapid rhthym. Then I'd ball up all but my middle finger and finger fuck her for as fast I could. I was determined to give it to her from every angle. Her slippery wet lips slid past my knuckles. I rotated my hand back and forth while swimming in and out. I worked in different zones enjoying every minute of it. I loved teasing her with fast pumps in and out just at the tip of her lips. She gushed some more for me. I quickly flip my hand to palm side up and use my thumb to wiggle her clit, while still giving it to her. That was my favorite. I kept a fluid, trance-like motion and I can remember thinking, gosh my mouth is open and tongue is out---thank god she can't see me. lol. My own kitty is meowing, clit tingling in excitement. I guess I'd stop when I knew she couldn't take anymore or someone in the bus coughed. I always gave her clit a few minutes of extra playtime as I pinched lightly, pulled and wiggled. Eventually, we'd both fall asleep. On a few occasions I did fall asleep with my finger in her pussy, thumb on her clit. Regardless, the next day I had my own reminder of our secret - her scent right on my finger, which I sniffed long, hard and frequently. I was an addict.

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So you see, I've had this relationship with pussy going on for a looooong time. Of course I would admit it has evolved tremendously. Still, no one could have ever told me back in the day that I would experience nearly a year long pussy drought! Now that I'm enduring that space, I really don't know what to think. I'm trying to make heads and tails of it, truly scratching my head. How am I feeling? Hmm How....am....I...feeling? I guess I feel frustrated and pissed but confused as hell. I mean, is this just supposed to be the pussy-less era? When do I get that impulse back?


Kudos to my boyfriend, who has obviously put it down enough for this drought to have occurred. I have never been in a relationship with a man before and not had sexual encounters (with or without his knowledge) with another woman. So I guess from one angle, this could be seen as a triumph for my heterosexual relationships. But I think I'd feel like that was less bullshit if I didn't fantasize about women all the time. Cleary, as wonderful as sex is with my boyfriend, there are just some things he can't possiby provide. Although on some nights, if I'm faded enough and he's being really quick and gentle, I can definitely hallucinate about a second girl involved.

Granted, my life is very different today than even a year ago. I'm not galavanting around NYC in stilettos rendezvous-ing with other hot girls in stilettos. Damn those were the days. These days I'm out in west bum fuck, NJ, with nary a fabulous weave around. But I've dealt with worse and have still found jump-offs. So I keep thinking these are all excuses. There are definitely some cute girls at my school at least. Ok, yes some are just way too young, 18/19---and others are not my type, despite being cute. But, it didn't take long for my school crew to get comfortable talking about sexuality & interests. I'm pretty confident that one drunk night with either of my homegirls---the drought is probably over. So why haven't I made a move? So why let the blasphemy continue? Is it a drought or have I just gone on strike. Or am I fasting for a specific future meal?

After a 22-year affair with pussy, best believe I need to figure this out. Tonight I learned that I was clearly born with the desire to lust after and love women. All of my naughty thoughts were from my own limited frame of reference. There were no outside influences initially. Finger fucking was our secret born out of simple attraction and curiousity. I never spoke about it with anyone---not until well into my 20s. Truthfully, I didn't speak about it much with any of the girls that participated. I feared that they would be able to tell just how much I liked it---and I wasn't supposed to like it THAT much. lol

This is my journey to find an answer. Maybe there is something in the past or the future that explains this sudden shift. Late night reminscing and fantasizing, I'm bound to come across something...

Has the core of your sex life suddenly changed and you're hardpressed to figure out why? What would you do to get to an answer?

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