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I'm not one for long, drawn out stories, but, I wanted to relate to you all the details of the most

intensely erotic experience of my life. I always thought that if I'd ever experienced anything so

mind blowing that I felt the need to document it, that I would be writing about an experience with a

man. Fate can make fools of us all, as my greatest sexual encounter turns out to be with a woman.

Actually, she's my neighbors daughter, and I'm not so sure I can really call her a woman yet. She is

more like an over-developed teen. Well, over-developed in one particular aspect at least.

I've known Marsha since her family moved in when she was just ten years old. Cute girl, nothing out

of the ordinary. She enjoyed it when from time to time I would watch her as a favor to her parents.

As she got older we became closer. I'm a fashion consultant at a boutique, and of course she was

interested in learning the things I could teach her about clothes and make-up. She did however

exhibit some strange behaviors in that she would not try on many types of clothes in front of me. I

soon would understand why.

As she reached puberty something changed in her, but, that is of course normal for all people

transitioning into adulthood. She no longer seemed to have much interest in fashion and wore baggy

jeans, shorts, and god awful sweatpants all the time. She did however wear nice tops. Snug and form

fitting, which really highlighted her almost too perfect and perky c cup breasts. Her sweet face had

transformed to one of a beauty who begged to be fucked without losing a bit of its girlish innocence.

I've always had an eye for sexy women, and have had more than one female lover in my days, but deep

down I always crave the cock. For me it's the bigger the better too.

I'm in amazing shape for a woman

in her thirties. Classic hourglass figure complete with high, firm double D's, a slim waste, womanly

flared hips, and long, long legs. My hair is jet black, luscious waves down to my rounded bubble

butt. I'm so fuckable and I know it. I can any guy I want, and sometimes I do, even though I'm

married. I can never stop searching for the biggest cock that will someday truly fill me to my

satisfaction. My rich husband is neccessary to allow me to live the lifestyle I'm accostomed to.

It was during high school that I started to notice that not once had I seen her with a boy. I'm

certain that they must have been swarming her at school, yet, she seemed to associate strictly with

girls. Every one of them was knockout gorgeous, and some were even older than her, like college age

women. As I paid a bit more attention I noticed something odd. Often times her friends would come to

visit her, dressed like total sluts I might add, and sometimes I would see them leaving. Most every

single time the girl that left her house appeared sloppily dressed, worn out, and walking very funny.

I knew that look/walk from experience. Someone or something had given it to those girls good.

'She must be a lesbian' I reasoned. 'and a rough one at that'.

I was going to find out. For some reason I felt incredibly turned on, thinking in the back of my

perverted mind, that maybe something could happen between us. I invited her over for tea and told her

I wanted to show her some of the newest fashions I had gotten from Paris. She excitedly accepted my

offer. I could tell she was taken aback when she saw that I was wearing a very revealing outfit that

had my best assets practically bursting out of it. I told her I wanted to show it to her as it was one

I would highlight at the boutique. We looked at some catalogs I had, making sure they all contained

very sexy lingerie models with the tiniest outfits the European boutiques had to offer. As I pointed

out different ones, I made sure she was getting good, long looks at my ample cleavage spilling out of

my too tight top.

"What do you think of her?" I pointed to a model "she's very beautiful, don't you think, Marsh?" I

asked softly.

"Yes" she responded.

"And her?" I continued "Look at the curves of her body. She's lovely isn't she?"

"Yes, so hot" she whispered.

"You like girls, don't you Marsha? You like to have sex with them up in your room don't you?"

She only nodded shyly. I went on.

"Do you like me?" I asked, reaching behind my back to unsnap my top, letting my big, round tits

spring free, the cool air making my pink nipples harden intantly before her eyes.

"Would you like to have sex with me?"

"Oh my god, yes Mrs. Hudson" she responded excitedly "I've wanted to for so long, but I never

thought.."

I silenced her with a deep kiss. She responded passionately and reached for

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