Date: Tue, 19 May 2009 10:24:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay699@yahoo.com>
Subject: Angie's Big Tits (lesbian\adult youth, f/F, f/F)

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               Angie and Her Tits
                      By
                     Jan

	Before I tell my story I should tell you a little
about myself.  My name is Angelia but everyone calls
me Angie.  I am 40-years old, five-feet four, and 25
pounds overweight.  I inherited my father's oval
face, dark hair with a high forehead and widow's
peak, blue eyes and full mouth.  From my mother's
side of the family I inherited their mammary glands.
They started developing by the age of 11.  By the
age of thirteen my breasts were an embarrassing D
size.  Older boys and even men were always trying to
feel me up.

	I was raped by friend of the family at that
age.  I was afraid of him and did not resist him when
he held me down and pulled my panties aside so that
he could ram his dick into my virgin pussy.  I never
again allowed a man to get me in a position where he
could force me to submit to his carnal desires.  I
refused any overtures from boys and men that tried
to seduce me.  I got the reputation of being and the
name of the "ICE PRINCESS."  I thought I was
destined to grow up to be a friendless lonely woman.
I became self-conscious about my figure and
actually tried to hide the size of my breasts.  My
efforts only made me look fatter than I was.  In my
families efforts to improve my self-esteem they
sent me to a summer camp for chubby girls in the
Catskill Mountains of New York.

	The Jewish summer camp was run like a
physical fitness clinic for "Girl Scouts."  We were all
given uniforms consisting of shorts and T-shirts with
the camp's name on them.  All of the girls slept in
common barracks with only a couple of feet between
bunks.  There was a counselor assigned to each
barracks.  They had a private room to themselves
next to the door.

	My barracks counselor was a tall skinny woman
named Shirley.  She had a face like a hawk.  Her
light brown hair was cropped short.  It was just
brushed forward from her cowlick and around her
head.  Her ears were fully exposed.  She didn't wear
makeup at all and she had a dark tan from spending
so much time out in the sun.  I was intimidated by
her.  She seemed so angry when she barked orders,
and blew her whistle at us.

	The meals and exercise was designed to make
the chubby girls lose weight.  Some of the girls
became so food obsessed that they cried about
being hungry all of the time.  The sneaky ones found
ways to get food out of the kitchen, so they could
binge eat.  I heard that some of them were making
friends with the kitchen staff to get food.  I was
told they were actually willing to suck the pussies of
kitchen staff for sweets.

	I had denied any sexual thoughts all of my life.
The thought that my roommates were sucking the
pussies of the old cook and her staff in exchange
for a bag of candy was repulsive to me.  I had heard
about lesbians before but rejected the idea as being
just as depraved as men fucking girls.  I just wanted
to be left alone so that I could get the summer over
with as quickly as possible.

	My reluctance to take part in the activities
with the group didn't take long to draw the attention
of our counselor.  One afternoon when we were given
some free time, most of the girls chose to play in
the cool water of the lake or lounge around on the
grassy playground.  I wanted to be alone and headed
towards a hiking trail.  I walked up the trail until I
came to a noisy little stream.  I followed the stream
up the hill until I came to a small waterfall with a
little pool at the base of the fall.  I sat down and
took off my shoes so that I could soak my feet in
the cold water.  I laid back and closed my eyes.  I
listened to the sound of the water and the
persistent hammering of a woodpecker on a tree
someplace.  I could not tell where it was coming
from because it was echoing all over the canyon.
The breeze rustling the leaves of the trees cast
moving shadows over my face.

	When my face felt a large shadow cover me I
opened my eyes and saw my counselor standing over
me looking down at me.  I bolted up to a sitting
position.  She placed her hand on my shoulder as if
to keep me from standing up.  Her long fingers felt
like eagles claws as she gripped my shoulder.  She
sat down beside me and said, "I can't help but feel
that you are a troubled girl.  You don't really take
part in the games like the other girls do.  I can
reach the crybabies with the simple offer of a
candy bar, but you don't seem to respond to
anything.  You are wondering through the camp
experience as if you are in a trance.  Isn't there
anything I can do to reach you?"

	I just looked at her as if she was talking in a
foreign language.  I slowly shook my head back and
forth.

	Then she threw me a curve, "Have you had a
bad sexual experience that has caused you to
withdraw from the world?"

	That hit too close to home.  I started crying
like a baby.  She wrapped her long arms around me
and pulled me against her body.  She was so lean I
could feel every rib pressed against my face.  She
asked me, "Honey nothing could be that bad.  Tell me
what happened to you?"

	I finally told her about the rape by a trusted
family friend.  I was sobbing as I told her my story.
She was stroking my side and thigh as I talked.  She
told me that it was a shame that anyone would do
such a thing to a young girl.  Not everyone is that
crude.  I assured her that every boy that has ever
tried to befriend me has only wanted to play with my
tits and get in my pants.  The girls in my school are
openly jealous of my tits because they are so much
bigger than theirs.  Everyone is mean to me!

	Shirley placed her free hand under my chin and
tilted my head up until I was looking into her eyes.
The look was pure hungry compassion.  She kissed me
on the mouth so gently.  I could feel the breath
coming out of her nose.  Her breath had a sour smell
to it.

	At first my reaction was to tense up.  Every
muscle contracted.  She ended the kiss and told me,
"Relax honey there is nothing I want to do to you
that would hurt you.  If you will let me I will teach
you that women can please each other better than
any man can."

	Hearing about the girls in the barracks sucking
the cook's pussy had seemed so nasty to me.  But
this woman was hinting that she was going to do
something like that to me.  It sounded so nastily
forbidden.  I wondered if she was telling me the
truth about women pleasing each other.  I didn't
resist this time when she kissed me.  I had kissed my
mother, but never the way Shirley was kissing me.

	Shirley gently laid me back onto the leaves on
the ground, while she continued kissing me.  She
pulled my T-shirt out of my shorts and ran her hand
under it.  I had to buy expensive support bras with
wide shoulder straps to keep them from cutting into
my shoulders.  Her hand moved up my tummy until
she reached the tight fitting bra.  She pushed her
hand under the band and forced both cups up and
over my big melons.  The bra gathered my T-shirt
under my chin.  I felt strangely more exposed that
way, than I would have if she had removed my T-
shirt and bra completely.

	I was thinking about pushing her away and
about to do that when she placed her hand on one of
my tits.  She rolled my nipple between her fingers.
When she ended the deep kiss she leaned over me
and started sucking on the nipple that she was not
playing with.  I placed my hand on the back of her
short cropped hair and ran my fingers through her
hair.  While she was sucking on one of my nipples she
reached down and unbuttoned the front of my
shorts.  I knew I should stop her but I didn't.

	Shirley slid her hand down between my shorts
and my panties.  Her hand felt warm rubbing the
nylon crotch of my panties.  She was very gentle as
she stroked my crotch.  It was nothing like the way
guys tried to rub me when they were trying to get in
my panties.  I had always rebuffed any efforts to
get in my panties.

	Shirley rubbed my crotch until I felt my
panties getting moist.  What she was doing felt
good!  I could not help getting turned on.  That was
something I had avoided all of my life because I
didn't want to lose control.  At that point I was
about to resist but Shirley was far too strong for
me to overpower.  She stuffed her hand into my
panties and started finger fucking me.  As my climax
approached she suddenly withdrew her hand from
my panties.

	I moaned because I was so close to coming
that I wanted her to make me cum.  I reached for
her hand and tried to pull it back to my crotch.  She
refused and pulled her hand under her nose so that
she could smell her fingers.  I was almost in tears,
but unable to voice my desires openly.  In response
to my moaning Shirley pulled down my panties,
exposing my pussy.  I had never shaved my pussy.  I
did not have a lot of hair down there but there were
a few hairs growing down the insides of my legs.  I
had even seen a few hairs when I inspected my
asshole in a mirror.

	Shirley knelt in the water between my legs and
held onto my thighs as she lowered her head down
and kissed my swollen vulva.  No one had ever done
that to me before.  The thrill was unbelievable.  The
way she sucked my labia into her mouth and
continued to suck air caused the flaps of flesh to
vibrate against the insides of her mouth.  I became
so excited that I was squirming around so much that
the dried leaves under my ass were making a lot of
noise as they were being broken up.  The dried leaves
were scratching my butt raw.  Time became a blur to
me.  Then I heard someone screaming.  I was right in
the middle of a climax before I realized that it was
me screaming.  I was mortified.  What if someone
heard me and found out what Shirley was doing to
me? It shocked me so much I started crying again.

	Shirley thought she had caused me to cry.  She
tried to reassure me that sex is natural.  She
assured me that what she had done to me was
better than allowing some smelly male penetrate me.
I was unable to tell her that it had been my own
reaction that had upset me.

	When I recovered I straightened up my
clothes and Shirley helped me up.  I washed my face
in the pool before we headed back to the camp.  I
was too embarrassed to allow anyone to see me
coming out of the woods with Shirley.  I fell back to
allow Shirley to get all the way back to the
administration office before I came out of the
woods.  Just the same I felt like everyone was
watching me and knew what had gone on.  I tried to
avoid Shirley all day and anytime we were in the
same area I could not look her in the eye.

	When it was time to get ready for bed I had to
be in the barracks at the same time as Shirley.  All
of the girls had to walk to the communal showers
and bathroom.  The girls all wore terrycloth
bathrobes to and from the showers.  There were of
course some girls that had no shame.  They would
simply sling a towel over their shoulder and carry
their toilet bag down the path.  The sound of their
flip-flop shower shoes slapping the bottom of their
feet announced their passing.  These were the same
girls that shared beds just for the fun of it.

	There were rules against misconduct and
inappropriate touching but apparently they were not
enforced.  I had seen councilors watching them
parade to and from the showers.  They made no
effort to stop them or correct their behavior.  If
anything they appeared to enjoy the nightly show of
young teenagers parading back and forth.

	This evening I made sure that I bundled up
good before going to the shower.  I had the feeling
that anyone seeing my pussy would know what
someone had done to me.  I was even more cautious
about using the shower.  I waited until I had the
place to myself before getting in the shower.  I
showered quickly and when I heard the sound of
someone entering the shower I hurriedly dried and
put my robe on.  I wrapped my towel around my
head.  I could not bring myself to look at the two
girls as I passed them on my way out.

	The lights were out by the time I got back to
the barracks.  I changed into my pajamas between
the bunks and got in bed as quickly as I could.  I
pulled the army blanket up under my neck.  The wool
olive green blanket felt scratchy under my chin.  I
could not sleep.  I lay there listening to the voices of
girls whispering across the gap between bunks.  It
seemed like an eternity before the whispering was
replaced by the heavy breathing of girls sleeping and
a few of the heaviest girls snoring.  I was beginning
to think I was not going to be able to sleep at all.

	Then I heard the sound of bare feet on the
wooden floor I was afraid to look but when I felt
the long fingers grasp my shoulder I knew without
opening my eyes that it was Shirley.

	Shirley didn't say anything she just pulled the
blanket down and pulled me to my feet.  I was
scared to death that the squeaking bed springs
would wake up the girls around my bed.  She led me
to her room and closed the door behind us.  I heard
her lock the door.  She led me to her bed.  It was a
little wider and better than the bunks the girls slept
on.

	Her bedroom window drapes were open and the
window was open to allow air to cool the room.  The
dry, humid mountain air felt warm to a lowlander like
me.  The moonlight streaming through the window
allowed me to see almost everything in the room.  It
was rather spartanly furnished.  The wooden vertical
locker had a strong locking hinge to insure that the
councilor's belongings were protected from any light
fingered teenagers.  It was open and I saw that
most of the contents were neatly folded.  There was
a nylon laundry bag on the floor by the locker.  I
could smell the soiled clothes in it.  Shirley removed
her bathrobe and tossed it at the locker.  This was
the first time I had ever seen her naked.

	I could see her ribs by the moonlight.  She
stood there in front of me with her leg spread as
she used her right hand to rub her pussy.  Like most
tall slender women her elbows and knees were larger
than the diameter of her upper arms and thighs.
Her hip bone was visible.  As for her breasts, they
sagged and were no larger than B-cups.  When she
removed her hand from her crotch I could smell the
unmistakable odor of her pussy.  After all it was only
about three feet away from my face.  Her pubic hair
was much darker than the hair on her head.  I had
never seen another woman naked up close like this
before.

	Shirley unbuttoned my pajama top and pulled it
off of my shoulders to expose my breasts.  I was
naturally reluctant to allow anyone to look at my
naked breasts.  I tried to hide my tits behind my
hands and arms.

	Shirley reached for my hands to pull them
away as she said, "Honey you don't know how many
women like me that would give anything to have tits
like yours."  She placed her face against my breasts
and buried her face between my tits as if she were
inhaling the best thing she had ever smelled.  She
had each of her hands on my tits playing with my
nipples.  I could not believe how good it felt.

	At one point she removed one of her hands
from my nipples and replaced it with her mouth.  The
free hand went down to the string holding up my
pajama bottoms.  She pulled it to release the
bottoms.  She ran her hand inside to find my pussy
again.  She stroked my pussy for awhile.  I relaxed
eventually because it felt good.  I was anticipating
that she was going to kiss my pussy the same way
she had earlier in the day.

	When Shirley sat up and moved to the foot of
the bed and pulled my bottoms down my legs and
freed them from my feet I assumed she was going
to suck my pussy.  I was worried that I would cry
out like I had in the woods, so I bit my lower lip.  It
came as a surprise when Shirley took hold of my hips
and rolled me over onto my tummy before pulling me
up so that I was kneeling with my head resting on
the mattress.  I could smell the aroma of her body
on the sheets as I wondered what she was planning
on doing.

	She spread my legs and rested her hands on my
butt.  Then I felt her breath on my skin before she
licked my pussy.  The longer she licked the more
carried away she got.  By the time she was driving
her tongue into my pussy I felt her nose pressed
against my asshole.  I could not believe she would
actually want to smell my ass, while she was
breathing.  She licked me from my clit to my
asshole.  The way she was making love to me was
beyond my wildest dreams.  I was holding onto the
sides of the bed for all that I was worth.  To keep
from screaming I buried my face in the mattress.
Eventually I could not keep from climaxing and the
wave of pleasure swept over me.  By the time I quit
shaking I felt as if I had run the hundred meter
dash in world record time.  I collapsed like a house
of cards.

	Shirley lay on top of me.  It felt so comforting
the way she covered my body.  I could feel her body
heat and her heart pumping.  She whispered in my
ear, "I want you to know how much I love you.  There
is no part of your body that I would not be willing to
kiss.  Someday I hope you love me half as much."

	My mind was spinning.  Could I actually love a
woman the way she had made love to me?  I tried to
turn over but she was too heavy for me to lift up.
She rose up her body by supporting herself on her
toes and hands.  That allowed me to turn over under
her.  When she lowered her body back down on top
of me I felt her body pressing my tits flat.  I could
not resist taking hold of her head in my hands and
kissing her on the mouth.  I cannot describe the
feelings I felt kissing a woman.  Shirley straddled
my right leg and started rubbing her pussy against
my leg.  I could not believe how much that turned me
on.  I wanted to do more that kiss Shirley.  I
struggled to turn her over and get out from under
her.

	Her bed was wider than the bunks us girls had
but it was no wider than a twin bed.  To lie beside
her required us to be pressed against each other.
Shirley rolled off of me so that my back would be
against the wall of the cabin.  Now it was my turn to
find out what it was like to make love to a woman.
Her breasts were just a handful that felt like empty
silicone rubber bags.  I felt her right tit with one
hand and leaned over her body to take her nipple
into my mouth.  I could feel the thin layer of skin
over her sternum against my cheek.  Shirley bent
her leg so that her pussy was exposed when I ran my
hands down her body.  When I ran my hand over her
pubic area I felt her hair.  It was not all that thick
but each hair was thick and very stiff.  I felt her
pubic bone and curled my fingers into her pussy.  I
felt her labia open and my fingers slipped into her
warm slippery pussy.  I finger fucked her fast and
furiously for a short time.  When my hand was
covered with her juice I could not resist smelling my
fingers.  I would have thought I would have been
repulsed by the smell of her pussy but I actually felt
my own pussy tingle.

	Shirley placed her hand on top of my head and
pressed on it.  I knew what she wanted, for a
moment I resisted because I was not sure I could do
that to her.  Then I felt like I had to try.  I moved
down her body.  As I slid down her leg I felt her
knee rub my pussy.  By the time my head was level
with her pussy my pussy was resting on the top of
her foot.  When I parted her labia to get a look at
her pussy I felt her move her foot until she was
rubbing my pussy with her toes.  Any doubt I had
about my ability to suck a pussy had been forgotten.
When I smelled her pussy I would have done
anything to taste her flesh.  Shirley grasped my
head with a hand on either side of my head and
started humping my face.  I could not believe how
much juice she was producing.  My face was covered
with her juice from forehead to my chin.  I got
carried away. I could not contain my excitement.  I
sucked so hard that Shirley whimpered in pain.  She
begged me to be careful.

	I had never been in a position to have control
over another human being before.  I could not resist
actually biting her clitoris until she begged me to
stop.  I was getting off on sucking pussy even more
than having her toe fucking me.  When she climaxed
she clamped her legs around my head trapping me
between them.  We took turns making love to each
other almost all night.  I even got around to licking
her asshole for her.  I found it very rewarding the
way she reacted.  Exhaustion eventually caught up
with us and we fell asleep.

	In the morning both of us overslept.  Someone
knocked on her door to wake her up, not knowing I
was in there.  When we got up the girls had gone to
the dining hall.  I made my bunk and got dressed.  I
ran across the common to get in the chow line.  I
managed to get in line before they stopped serving
food.

	I filled my tray and looked for someplace to sit
down.  Then I saw a girl that was rumored to have
sex with staff members.  She gave me a knowing grin
and patted the chair next to her.  When I sat down
next to her she asked, "How was it last night?  I bet
Shirley is a good fuck!"

	I looked around quickly to see if anyone had
heard what she had asked.  No one seemed to be
listening to her.  They were all talking as fast as
they could while eating.  I knew that her name was
Barbra and that she was more developed than most
of the other girls.  I asked her, "How did you know?"

	She smiled at me, "Honey, I watched her come
and get you from my end of the room.  I was the one
that woke you up this morning."

	I was embarrassed to death.  I looked at the
councilors' table and saw Shirley engaged in a
conversation with another councilor.  When she cast
an eye in my direction she smiled at me.

	When I finished eating the girl and I made our
way to the exit after getting rid of our trays.  As
we headed for the assembly area I asked her which
councilor she was seeing.  She paused before saying,
"I will point her out during the assembly."

	Slowly all of the girls filed out and took their
places in the assigned areas for each barracks and
the staff gathered in front of the dining hall as the
director called for the raising of the flag and made
the announcements about which barracks had the
duty for the day.  I was looking at all of the staff
trying to figure out which one of them was the one
my new friend was sleeping with.

	Barb poked me in the ribs and when I looked at
her she whispered, Third one from the left."

	I looked at the line of women and counted
them off.  The third one was the camp nurse.  She
was a nice looking middle aged woman.  I would have
never suspected that she was into girls.  Barb said,
"I have been coming here for a couple of years.  Ms
Feldman is a dear.  I get out of a lot of work details
by playing sick."

	That evening Shirley told me that we had been
invited to the dispensary for a party.  When we got
to the building Barb was already there.  The two
women encouraged us to make love to each other
while they played with their own pussies while
watching us.  It was great fun and the women shared
us with each other.  The camp stay ended far too
soon for me.  I didn't want to go home.  Shirley
promised that if I put in a resume to be on staff
next year she would get me accepted.

	When I got home I had a new outlook on life.  I
found that masturbation was not enough to satisfy
me anymore.  My problem was that I did not know
how to find women that would appreciate my
feelings.  Then my mother's best friend, Sadie, asked
me to babysit for her daughter.

	I was not thrilled about the idea of looking
after a snotty nosed girl.  My mother shamed me
into accepting the offer.  My mother drove me to
Sadie's home and dropped me off.  Then Sadie and
her husband were going to a dinner party.  I figured
that I would help the girl with her homework and get
her off to bed as quickly as possible.  The girl was a
nice enough looking girl of 10-years, named Rachael.
Her brown hair was obviously her pride and joy.  It
was long and required a red hair ribbon to keep it
out of her face.  One look at her reminded me of a
young Barbra Streisand.  She even sounded like her.
I didn't find out if she could sing.  I helped her with
her homework and figured that I could watch some
TV while she bathed and got ready for bed.  I had
settled down in Rachael's father's favorite chair, and
found a premier movie on HBO.  When Rachael was
finished getting ready for bed she came into the
family room and climbed on to my lap.  I could feel
the material of her nightgown clinging to her damp
body.

	She was sitting on my right leg, resting her
head against my right breast.  She said, "I love your
breast.  I hope mine are as large as yours when I
grow up."

	At first I thought she was making fun of me.
Then I figured out the statement was made in all
innocence.  "No honey you really don't want breasts
like mine.  Nature and genetics just gave me tits like
this.  They are always in the way.  They are all
anyone sees in me.  Males think I am a slut because
of them and females resent that their boyfriends
look at them so much."

	She asked, "Can I feel them?"

	I saw nothing wrong with allowing her to feel
them.  I told her, "I don't mind if you want to touch
them."

	Rachael placed her right hand on my left tit
and felt it while her head was resting on my right
tit.  I could not believe how much it turned me on.  I
could feel her hand rubbing my nipple through my
blouse and bra.  I was starting to become
uncomfortable with my feelings.  I knew I should
stop her but could not bring myself to stop her
efforts.  She was not satisfied with just feeling my
tit through my clothes.  She had no trouble slipping
her hand down the front of my blouse because I had
the first two buttons unfastened.  She slid her hand
under the material and under the bra.  I felt her
hand cover the swell of my breast.  The palm of her
hand was right over my nipple.  I felt my pussy
respond with a flood of juice.

	I was about to tell her that she should not be
doing that sort of thing to me, when she placed her
mouth right on the swell of my right tit and sucked
on my nipple through the blouse and bra.  The bold
move shocked me.  My nipple responded right away
by getting hard.  My mouth opened to speak but
could not find the words.  When she pulled her head
back she had hold of the nipple of my left breast
with her fingers.

	"When I found my voice, it was hoarse as I
said, "Rachael you should not be doing that!"

	Rachael said, "I have wanted to suck on them
and feel your breasts for a long time."

	"Do you know what you're doing?" I asked.

	Rachael said, "Sure I have known about sex for
a couple of years."

	"Who taught you?" I asked.

	Rachael chuckled, "Several babysitters taught
me.  I have seen things too."

	I had a hard time getting my mind around the
idea that Rachael was such a horny little girl.

	Rachael removed her right hand from my
blouse so that she could lift her thin nightgown to
show me her pussy.  The material clung to her damp
body.  Her body smelled of 'Dial' soap.  I looked at
her little clam of a pussy.  I felt a flood of lust
sweep over me as I looked at that smooth little clam.
I could not resist my sexual desire.

	I picked her up bodily and turned her around so
that she was sitting on my left thigh.  She was still
clinging to her nightgown so that her pussy was
exposed.  I placed my fingers on her little clam.  It
was so smooth to the touch.  When I felt her little
clitoris she responded with sweet moans of sexual
pleasure.  I probed her little pussy for her hymen
and found that she had been deflowered.

	I asked, "Honey what happened to the skin
that closed your pussy?"

	Rachael looked into my eyes and said, "The
woman that used to babysit for me stuck her finger
in there.  It hurt but she made it feel better by
sucking on it until I stopped bleeding."

	I was consumed with a feeling of unbelievable
desire for her.  I placed her next to me in the chair
with her head resting on the overstuffed arm of the
chair.  I turned my body so that I could lean over to
kiss her sweet mouth.  It tasted of toothpaste.

	Rachael laced her fingers through my hair and
told me how much she loved me.  I was overwhelmed
with my desire for her.  I slid to the floor in front
of the chair and spread Rachel's legs so that her
heels were resting on each of the armrests.  I
smelled her little pussy.  There was the clinging odor
of soap but there was also the fragrance of a pussy.
It was not the same as an adult woman's because she
was years away from having her first period.  I used
my tongue to lap at her little opening.

	Rachael was reacting with a squirming little
butt and sexy moans.  After awhile Rachael asked, "I
want to kiss your pussy too."

	I stood up long enough to remove my panties
before pulling her to her feet so that I could sit
back down in the chair.  I draped my lags over the
arms of the chair.  Rachael knelt on her knees
between my legs and hung onto my thighs as she
drew close to my pussy.  I asked her, "Have you ever
sucked a pussy before?"

	Rachael looked up at me as she said, "Yes."

	I asked, "Whose pussy did you suck?"

	Rachael blushed, "I can't tell you."

	Her answer vexed me.  What secret was she
hiding from me?  There was no farther thought
about the puzzle for the night because she started
sucking my pussy like a pro.  I came quickly and
squirted cum all over her face.  It was late so I took
her to her room and put her to bed.  She insisted
that I get in bed with her and let her play with my
tits.  I stripped off my clothes and got in bed with
her.  She claimed one of my breasts.  We both fell
asleep with her still sucking on one of my nipples.

	I was unaware that when Sadie and her
husband got home that she had checked on us and
saw Rachael sucking on my nipple in her sleep like a
baby.  She only watched for awhile drinking in the
erotic sight before returning to the master
bedroom.

	In the morning Sadie got her husband fed and
off to work.  Then she came into the bedroom to
wake me up.  The moment her hand touched my
shoulder it startled me.  I became aware that Sadie
was hovering over me and Rachael was still clinging
to my naked breast.  I was mortified.

	Sadie held her finger to her lips and then
motioned for me to get up.  I slowly disengaged my
body from Rachael and rolled out from under the
blanket.  Rachel whimpered without waking up.

	I felt so vulnerable standing there naked in
front of Rachael's mother with her daughter still
sleeping nakedly in her bed.  She had to know what
we had been doing.

	Sadie whispered for me to get dressed.  She
had made breakfast for me and she would take me
to school.  I gathered up my clothes and went down
the hall to the bathroom where I got dressed and
brushed my teeth and combed my hair.  I headed for
the kitchen like a condemned person walking the last
mile.  I fully expected to be chastised for seducing
her daughter.

	When I entered the kitchen there was a plate
set for me on the breakfast bar.  She filled my plate
with scrambled eggs and filled my glass with milk.
She handed me a plate with buttered toast.  I
expected her to say something at any minute.  What
came next was totally unexpected.

	Sadie came around the bar and sat down next
to me as she pulled her cup of coffee in front of
her.  "Honey I don't mind you playing with Rachael at
all.  I know she is a very precocious child."

	You could have knocked me over with a feather.
I almost choked on my food but kept eating knowing
there was more to come.

	Sadie said, "I will drop you and Rachael off at
school.  What time do you get out of school?"

	I answered without thinking, "3:00 pm."  Then
it dawned on me, why would she want to know that?

	Sadie said I will pick you up after school.  I
was afraid to ask why she was going to do that.
When she finished her coffee she left me to get
Rachael up.  When Rachael came into the kitchen she
was dressed for school.  Her mother had a plate set
for her.

	Rachael was in a good mood and very talkative.
I was so concerned about the trouble I was in that I
could not keep my mind on anything she said.  Sadie
put the dishes in the dishwasher and turned it on.
We entered the garage from the hall and got into
her car.  She pressed the remote control and
started the engine of the car.  As soon as the
garage door was open she backed the car out and
pressed the remote again.  She backed out of the
driveway before the garage door was completely
closed.  Sadie dropped me off at school first.

	That was the strangest day I ever spent at
school.  All I could think about was what kind of
trouble I had gotten myself into.  I knew that Sadie
was going to do something terrible to me.  That was
both the longest and shortest day of my life.  When
the last bell rang I was hoping that Sadie's car would
not be out front waiting for me.

	When I exited the front door of school I
didn't see her car right away.  There was a line of
cars on both sides of the street and two school
busses lined up.  I was hoping I could just get on the
bus and go home.  When I didn't see her car I was
relieved and headed towards the bus.  As I walked
down the stairs several cars pulled out allowing the
line to move up.

	That was when I saw Sadie's Silver Mercedes.
My heart sank.  I was sunk.  She beeped her horn
and waved at me.  I changed direction and headed
towards her car.  She leaned across her car and
opened the passenger door.  I got in and closed the
door behind me.  I pulled the seatbelt across my
body and buckled it.  I adjusted my book bag in my
lap as if to protect myself for an anticipated blow.

	Sadie wheeled her car out of line like a racecar
driver.  She did manage to keep the car at less than
25 miles an hour until she was past school property.
She drove us to her home without attracting the
attention of the local law enforcement.  We pulled
into the garage the same way we exited that
morning.

	We entered the house and Sadie directed me
toward the kitchen where she set about making a
pot of tea.  I was still apprehensive about what she
was going to say to me.

	I asked, "Where is Rachael?"

	Sadie said, "I dropped her at her
grandmother's before picking you up, so that we
could talk."

	While the pot was boiling she came to the
breakfast bar and leaned across the bar and took
hold of my hands gently and smiled at me.  "Honey I
am not upset with you for anything you have done
with Rachael.  What the two of you did is perfectly
natural.  Every girl experiments with their sexuality.
Have you ever had sex with an older woman?"

	At first I was reluctant to admit anything.
Sadie did not press for me to answer her right away.
The tea was ready by that time and she poured us
both cups of tea and brought her cup around the bar
so that she could sit next to me.  She told me, "I'm
no prude honey.  I have dated a number of women
and girls before.  I'm not going to tell your mother
anything you tell me."

	I began to open up and told her about the
summer camp that I had gone to and what had
happened with my counselor.  I was telling her about
what she had done to me, Shirley was becoming
visibly excited.  Her chest was rising and falling as if
she was hyperventilating.  She sat her cup down and
placed her warm hand under my left breast and
hefted it.  I almost wet my panties.

	Sadie stood up while still holding onto my tit.
She did say anything as she led me to Rachael's
bedroom.  I could not believe that my mother's best
friend was leading me around by my tit.  Could it be
that Rachael's mother was going to make love to me
or punish me for corrupting her daughter?

	I was apprehensive as she started removing my
clothes.  She had not given me any clue if she was
going to make love to me or punish me.  When she
had pulled my panties down she turned me around a
couple of time.  I felt like I was an animal she was
selecting to be butchered.  She sat down on the
edge of the bed and pulled me across her lap.  She
placed her right leg over the back of my legs as she
held me down with her left hand on my back.  I
feared what I knew was coming.

	Sadie felt the right cheek of my round butt
gently by rubbing my smooth ass.  I relaxed thinking
that she was not going to punish me after all.  When
she lifted her hand I felt the cool breeze on my
butt before I heard the smack of her hand slapping
that same orb.  The pain shot through me, like
someone had placed a hot iron on my ass.  That first
blow was followed by several more.  I didn't keep
count.  She rained down blows on my ass.  The only
way I could see my ass was to look at Rachael's
vanity mirror.  I could see that my butt was red.  I
was tossing my head around wildly.  When I looked
at her face it was distorted in an intimidating snarl.
She frightened me.

	I didn't know if she was ever going to quit.  By
that time when she rested her hand on my butt I
could feel the tingling heat being held in.  Then I
felt her slide her fingers between the two halves of
my ass.  Her fingers slide up and down the valley and
picked up the slippery juice from my pussy to grease
the way up and down.  When her fingertips touched
my clit I practically climaxed right then and there.
When she drew her fingers back up the valley she
toyed with my pussy for a moment before sticking
her thumb into my asshole.  She finger fucked me
several minutes before I climaxed.  I was moaning
like a baby.

	Sadie allowed me to rest for a short time.
Then she stood me on my feet so that she could
admire my tits.  When she lifted her dress up and
tucked it into the belt around her waist I saw that
she did not have panties on at all.  Her pussy was
sparsely covered with pubic hair.  She pulled me
down to my knees and pulled me against her crotch
so that my right tit was pressed against her pussy.
I understood what she wanted, so I grasped my tit
with both hands and started wiping her pussy with
my nipple.  She was getting off on me tit fucking
her.  That was not enough for her.  She grabbed a
hand full of my hair and forced me to stick my face
between her legs.

	I sucked her pussy for the longest time before
she started calling me all kinds of dirty things.  I
found it very exciting the way she was talking to me,
while I was sucking her pussy.  I was having the time
of my life.  I knew that I would be happy to do
anything she wanted.  She had also given me some
ideas about what I wanted to teach Rachael.



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