I am a young, very successful professional woman, 5’3″, 105 lbs., natural blonde and, I’m told, considered quite attractive. I have a nice figure, which I work very hard to maintain and all- in-all, I consider myself very fortunate. Except when it comes to men. With the exception of two married men with whom I’ve had incredibly passionate affairs before we went our separate ways, my love life and, consequently, my sex life, has been one bad experience after another. Until now ….. I had had my fill of men, both literally and figuratively, so, about a year ago, I made a conscious decision to become celibate. I still dated, frequently, but I no longer jumped into bed with my dates as quickly as I did before. I felt I wanted the men in my life to be friends first, then, if a true, loving friendship developed, sex would follow naturally. I’m still waiting. Celibacy, by definition, has one inherent drawback: no sex, no relief. Consequently, I became an incessant masturbator. I found myself buying (through anonymous mail order catalogs) a variety of dildoes and vibrators which I began to use religiously. But as much sexual relief as these marvelous devices provided, I still craved the warmth and comfort of a gentle, caring body next to mine. About six months ago, after a particularly horrendous episode with an over-amorous date who tried to rape me, all of my anger and frustrations suddenly boiled over and I found myself crying uncontrollably in, of all places, the laundry room of my apartment building.
One of my neighbors, a striking Japanese woman whom I had seen often but never really knew, found me and took me back to her apartment which she shared with another woman I had also often seen. After about half an hour, I finally calmed down and, embarrassed, I apologized to these two wonderfully caring and thoughtful Indian women, Komal and Sapna, thanking them profusely for their genuine concern and comfort and I left to go back to my own apartment. The following night, Komal knocked on my door to inquire how I was feeling. She invited me back to her apartment for tea and conversation with Sapna and her boyfriend, Rajan, and I gladly accepted. It was a delightful evening with truly delightful people. I learned that both she and Sapna were registered nurses in the famous research hospital not far from our building and Sapna’s boyfriend, Rajan, a tall, extraordinarily handsome man, was a resident in the same hospital. Rajan had to leave early, but Komal, Sapna and I talked long into the night about anything and everything. From there, our friendship blossomed. And it was wonderful. Occasionally, Rajan would join us for a pizza and I could easily appreciate Sapna’s attraction to this man. But something else was going on; something I never would have suspected or expected. We had joined a woman’s health club together and after one particularly grueling workout we all longed for the warmth and relaxation of the sauna. The three of us marched into the sauna wrapped in our towels, but once inside the incredibly hot room, Komal and Sapna unselfconsciously shed their towels and stretched out, completely nude, on the long wooden benches. Being ridiculously modest, I kept my towel on, but my eyes were continually drawn to their exquisitely naked bodies. Stranger still, I slowly realized that I was not only fascinated both by their beauty and their warm, casual manners, but I was actually being attracted to them. Sexually attracted. Komal was petite and slender and practically flat-chested. Her tiny mounds were really no more than just puffy red areolas with exceedingly large nipples. She had the tiniest waist which flared out into wonderfully rounded hips and a flat, well defined stomach which sloped smoothly and gently to the extremely sparse, straight black baby-fine pubic hair that framed her pussy. Sapna, on the other hand, was a tall, Nordic, athletic woman who, although not nearly as delicate as Komal, had a perfectly shaped figure with extremely large yet firm breasts, crowned, like Komal’s, with very large nipples. As we talked, I’m sure they caught me staring, but neither Komal nor Sapna, to their credit, indicated that to me. So as casually and as nonchalantly as I could, I let my eyes sweep over their glistening nakedness, getting increasingly more aroused and excited every minute. As the weeks went on, I continued to date, with the usual, predictable, negative results. I continued to be celibate and I continued to masturbate, but with increased frequency and intensity. But the strange thing that was happening was that the objects of my masturbatory fantasies were Komal and Sapna; individually and together as I had seen them in the sauna. My fantasies were, I’m sure, uniquely naive. As a girl in college I had experienced some “flirtations” with several other girls which culminated in an occasional bump and tickle incident, but I had never experienced a truly fulfilling lesbian affair. So my fantasies involving Komal and Sapna were extraordinarily arousing. About a week after the sauna incident, I was returning a suitcase I had borrowed from Komal. After knocking on the door and getting no answer, I let myself into their apartment with the keys we had exchanged. I stopped at the door and called their names. Still getting no response, I put the suitcase down and was about to leave when I heard music coming from Komal’s bedroom. I thought she had left the stereo on so I naturally went back to the bedroom to turn it off.
The moment I entered the bedroom, I saw Komal and Sapna, nearly nude, on the bed, making love. To say I was shocked would be a gross understatement. I was amazed. Flabbergasted. Speechless. Yet instantly and incredibly aroused. My first instinct was to leave as quietly as I could; but I was transfixed. I couldn’t tear myself away from the sight of my two beautiful friends lovingly entwined in each other’s arms. Sapna was lying on her back while Komal, wearing a black garterbelt and black stockings, was lying on top, between Sapna’s legs which were wrapped around her thighs. Sapna’s arms encircled Komal’s back, hugging her tightly as Komal’s hands lovingly caressed Sapna’s face. And they were kissing passionately, moaning softly, delighting in each other’s lips. I have no idea how long I stood there watching, it was probably only seconds, but, sensing my presence, they suddenly stopped kissing and both looked in my direction. I was so embarrassed I could have died right then and there. I stammered an apology or something, I don’t remember what, and they smiled at me. Sapna said something like “now you know” and Komal added something like “I hope you don’t mind.” I just shook my head. I was so torn; I desperately wanted to leave, to collect my thoughts, but I couldn’t. And then Komal said, very softly, “please, Amelia, why don’t you join us.” I couldn’t answer. My heart was racing, my mouth was absolutely dry and I could feel my whole body shaking. Sensing my conflict, my overwhelming apprehension and desire, Sapna and Komal got off the bed and moved across the room to me. I can vividly recall how gracefully Komal moved and how sensuously Sapna’s large breasts swayed as they approached. Their bodies glistened with a patina of perspiration and I quickly noticed how stiff and erect their nipples were. I also noticed that unlike in the sauna, Komal’s pussy was now shaved clean and smooth. Sapna and Komal both took my hands in theirs and held them gently as we spoke. Sapna told me that she and Komal often talked about how beautiful and sexy they thought I was and they wondered if I was bisexual. I told them about my few fumbling experiences, but that I really didn’t consider myself bisexual. Then, smiling warmly, Sapna took my hand she holding and brought it to her breast, pressing my hand against her warm, damp flesh and said, in a whisper, that there was nothing frightening about touching another woman’s body, it was the most natural and beautiful thing in the world. Then, still guiding my hand, she slowly moved it around her breast, underneath it to feel its weight and firmness, then up to her swollen nipple to feel its firm, spongy resilience. “It feels so nice, so warm, so smooth, doesn’t it,” she whispered? And it did, it really did. I had a catch in my throat and couldn’t answer; closing my eyes, I barely shook my head in response. I was so suddenly excited and aroused, my legs became weak and rubbery. I could feel my own nipples growing and hardening beneath my clothes just as I could feel a familiar wetness seeping out between my legs and soaking my panties. Sapna removed her hands from mine and raised them to my face, but my fingers remained on her breast, nervously stroking her long, rigid nipple. And then, while Komal gently squeezed my hand, Sapna slowly leaned in and kissed me. The touch of her mouth on mine was absolutely electrifying. Sapna’s lips were so incredibly soft, her breath so sweet and her touch so tender, it was so different, so unlike any man’s kiss. And I wanted more. I pressed my own mouth firmly against hers, kissing her back, tentatively at first and then more passionately. I could feel her lips part slightly and then felt the tip of her wet tongue slowly wash over my lips. Following her lead, I opened my mouth slightly and allowed her tongue to enter, gingerly touching it with my own tongue, absorbing her warmth and wetness.
After a second or two, Sapna pulled away and smiled. “We want to make love to you,” she whispered and I nodded; I knew, at that precise moment, I was irrevocably committed. Still holding my hand, Komal led me to the bed, turned me around and the two of them began undressing me. While Sapna pulled my tank-top over my head, Komal deftly unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them over my hips and slid them down my legs. On her hands and knees in front of me, she slipped off my shoes and helped me out of my jeans. I stood between them, stripped down to my bra and soaked panties, discarding my modesty as quickly as my clothes. In a daze, I freely allowed Sapna to unclasp the front closure of my bra and peel the lace away from my breasts. My nipples, although not anywhere near as large as Sapna’s or Komal’s, were rock hard, jutting out from my swollen areolas like two ripe cherries. Still on her knees in front of me, Komal reached up and slowly eased my panties down my legs. I willingly stepped out of them and stood there, completely and unashamedly naked as their eyes drifted all over my body. They eased me down on the bed, fluffing a pillow under my head and then laid down on either side of me, pressing their bodies against mine. Their warmth and their softness and their tenderness were magnificent. My excitement was so intense, it is difficult even now for me to recall exactly what transpired. I felt as if I was consumed by a fog of pure, exquisite pleasure unlike any I had ever experienced. I know we kissed. Long and deep and passionately; first Sapna, then Komal and then the three of us together, painting each other’s mouths and lips and tongues with hot, sweet saliva. And as we kissed, their delicate, practiced hands moved sensually over my body, exciting every nerve fiber their fingers trailed over, from my thighs to my neck and face and then slowly down to my thighs again. They had eased my thighs apart and each wrapped their legs around mine, pressing and rubbing their wet pussies against my flesh as we continued to kiss. Their hands found my breasts and squeezed and stroked and fondled and massaged them in unison. I could barely breathe and talking was absolutely impossible. My cunt was inflamed and throbbing deep within my womb, and I could feel my juices flowing like a slow lava stream down my thighs. I have no idea how long we continued like that, but all too soon, I felt, they pulled their lips from mine. Hungrily, I tried to reclaim their mouths, but Sapna smiled, whispering words of comfort, and helped me up, shifting our bodies. Sapna moved to the edge of the bed and sat up, cradling my head and upper body in her arms above her lap. My cheek pressed against her soft, smooth belly while her enormous breasts swayed above my face. This was going beyond my wildest fantasies and the feelings I had were so exquisite, I prayed it would go on forever. With my free hand, I reached up and touched Sapna’s breast, gently stroking its full, sloping underside. As I did, I could feel Komal’s hands on my breasts again, sliding up and squeezing my nipples between her fingers. Except for my clitoris, which one lover described as a “hair trigger”, my nipples are especially sensitive. And Komal knew exactly how to touch them. She rolled them between her fingers, gently tugging and pulling them upwards. I moaned loudly, twisting away, but Komal kept a firm grip on my engorged buds and pinched them again. My whole body shuddered and I lost my breath. No doubt encouraged by my reaction, Komal slid her hand down my breast, and, squeezing it upward, sucked my nipple deep into her mouth. My tit just melted into her mouth and she lapped and licked and sucked my sensitive nipple as no man ever had. I squeezed Sapna’s breast harder, trying to share my pleasure and joy. She moaned softly and leaned forward, pressing her long, stiff, fleshy nipple against my lips. Eagerly, I parted my lips and drew her thumb-like nipple deep into my mouth, wildly sucking it, making her groan with unrestrained pleasure. I could feel her nipple pulsate on my tongue and I swirled my tongue around it even more frantically. As Komal sucked me, I continued sucking this beautiful woman’s tit like a starving baby. And then it happened; a strange, hot, sweet liquid suddenly coated my tongue. Thinking I drawn blood, I quickly pulled my face away and looked at Sapna’s nipple and then at her face. Her eyes were closed and she had the sweetest smile on her face. When I could speak, I stammered something like “did I hurt you?” Sapna just shook her head and giggled. “No,” she whispered, “I’m lactating. That was milk.” I was stunned. Then Komal lifted her face from my tit and giggled, too. It was then that I noticed that while she was sucking my nipple, she was squeezing her own and there was a tiny droplet of white milk on the tip of her nipple as well. “We’re both lactating,” Komal gushed, “it’s one of the greatest joys of being a woman, don’t you think?” I was in no condition to think. I gasped “Oh, my God” and lifted myself from Sapna, looking first at their beautiful faces and then their breasts which they were both now holding.
I looked at Komal and suddenly found myself muttering, “I want to see. Show me.” Both Sapna and Komal were only too happy to oblige. Shifting positions again, Komal sat upright against the headboard and Sapna knelt down next to her. I positioned myself on Komal’s other side and watched as Komal stroked Sapna’s head and guided her to her fascinatingly long, thick nipple. I held my own breasts, in empathy, I suppose, and stroked my tender nipples with my thumbs. As Komal continued to lovingly stroke Sapna’s thick blonde hair, Sapna held Komal’s tiny mound in her hand, opened her mouth and placed the flat of her tongue against the underside of Komal’s swollen nipple. Then, squeezing Komal’s puffy red areola between her thumb and forefinger, she began milking her nipple slowly and rhythmically while tenderly lapping and licking the tip of it. Then slowly, very slowly, Sapna lowered her lips over the other woman’s nipple and drew it deep into her mouth. Sapna’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked and Komal just closed her eyes and sighed. It was immediately obvious that these two women had done this many times before. They knew each other’s nuances and responded accordingly. As Sapna continued to coax Komal’s nipple with her fingers and mouth, Komal spread her legs and slid her long, slender fingers along her smooth, hairless slit, rubbing her elongated clit in concert with Sapna’s sucking, milking movements. Watching them, I was so turned on, I began squeezing and kneading my nipples so hard they began to throb painfully. And then I saw it; Komal’s milk, a thin white stream, snaking down from the corner of Sapna’s suckling mouth. I couldn’t stand it any longer. My face went to Komal’s breast, my lips to her other turgid nipple and I drew it deep into my mouth, sucking it feverishly. In a matter of moments she began flowing, squirting jets of hot, salty-sweet, creamy liquid against my throat, filling my mouth. Komal groaned and gasped as Sapna and I both sucked her tits wantonly. A few moments later, Sapna pulled away and I had Komal all to myself. With complete abandon, I drew her entire tit into my mouth and continued sucking and milking her blazing nipple and then, almost simultaneously, our hands found each other’s sopping cunts. Komal’s delicate fingers barely flicked over my throbbing clit sending bolts of electrifying sensations through my entire body. I completely lost my breath and had to pull away from her breast just to draw a taste of air into my burning lungs. But Komal didn’t stop. Her magic fingers continued to electrify my clit. And then I felt Sapna between my thighs, lowering her face to my cunt. A second later, her soft-stiff tongue replaced Komal’s fingers, licking, sucking, flicking, swirling around my clit. My hips had a life of their own, bucking and gyrating uncontrollably against Sapna’s hungry mouth. I don’t know how she held me down. Her fingers pried my cunt lips open and she plunged her stiff, wet tongue into my hole, screwing it deeper and deeper into me. Komal shifted, pulling herself up, covering my mouth with kisses as she squeezed and kneaded my tits. She kept saying “come, baby, come, baby, come.” I was on the edge. I was never so turned on, never so hot in my entire life. I could feel my orgasm building like a rumbling volcano deep within me. I screamed, I gasped, I held my breath…and then I came. Once. Twice. And then a third time like a shuddering explosion, losing myself completely to wave after delicious, exquisite wave of indescribable pleasure. And still Sapna lapped my cunt as if it was her last meal. My clit was unbearably sensitive; even her hot breath on it made my entire body shake and quiver. Totally drained, I had to pull away. I had to catch my breath. I had to regain some semblance of consciousness. I begged Sapna to stop. And then I begged her for more. And yes, more was to come. This was only the beginning. I would love to hear their comments from the readers of desipapa. e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org