Date: Thu, 4 Jun 2015 16:30:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Country Cirl (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, F/gF)

Warning:

Adult youth, oral, anal, F/gF

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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                Country Girl
                     By
                    Jan

      I came from a small town in eastern Oklahoma.
My parents named me Mary-Alice.  You never know
what a right wing small minded community you come
from, until you get away from a small town, white
trash community.  I grew up in a straight laced
religious family and everyone in my school came from
the same kind of family.  I was always taller than the
boys in my class, and I wore hideous black plastic
rimmed glasses.  I wore braces or a retainer until I
was 16-years-old.

      As you can guess the boys never asked me for a
date or a dance.  I stuck it out long enough to get a
legal secretary's degree from a local small college.  I
sent out a resume to southern California in hopes of
getting away from the small town mentality.

      I was surprised that I did get a response from a
legal office in Los Angeles.  The human resource
manager (HR) responded to my resume because she
came from a small town community not all that far
from my home town.  She introduced herself as Judy
Barns, and promised me a job as soon as I made it to
western Los Angeles.  I had no idea where or what
Wilshire Blvd. was all about.  A little research on the
computer revealed that Wilshire Blvd. was an area
known for legal offices.

      My family argued tooth and nail against my moving
to southern California, because as far as they knew it
is virtually a Sodom and Gomorrah.  I was determined
to get away from everything including my narrow
minded family.

      I had saved up some money for this day.  I
figured the wisest thing was to leave my money in my
bank until I was settled.  The human resources
manager was very helpful.  She made arrangements
for me to rent a single occupant apartment near the
office.  The apartment was built in a Spanish style,
with a red tile roof, painted white, with arched
windows and doors.  It turned out to be only a five
block walk to the high rise office building.  She
picked me up at the LAX airport and took me to my
new apartment.  It smelled of fresh paint and new
carpet.  It was a small three room apartment not
counting the bathroom.  For me it was exciting to
have my own place.  As soon as I dropped my two
suitcases, she showed me where the office was and
where I would be working.  She introduced me to the
other girls in the pool and the lawyers and partners
of the firm.  As overwhelming as it was I was very
excited about making it on my own.

      I got by with the few belongings I had brought
with me until I felt safe about having my belongings
sent to me.  The apartment was a single story thing,
so I had neighbors on either side.  There was a single
man on the left side of me.  He was about forty years
old, but didn't say much any time we met each other
coming or going; his name was Danny.  There was a
single woman with a daughter about 10 or 12 years old
living on the right side of me.  The first time I ever
got to talk to the mother was when I was in the
common laundry room.  I learned her name was
Shirley, and her daughter was named Rebeca.  I was
so naive that I didn't realize their name was Jewish.

      There was no mention of a husband, and she told
me all about the other residents in the apartment.
She assured me I had nothing to fear from the man
next door, because he is gay.  That was interesting to
me because I had never knowingly met a gay person.
I wondered if the fears of my family were true.

      I didn't have all that much money to spend, so I
had to live frugally until I got enough paychecks
under my belt to be able to invest in luxuries, like a
TV and a stereo.  I slowly learned where to shop, and
expanded my area of recreational opportunities.  The
beaches at Santa Monica and Venice were the first
places I had to see after all I had never seen any
large body of water.  Venice was a strange place to
me, a lot of the people looked like the kinds of hippy
types my home town thought all of California was
occupied by.  I rode the bus and subway around town
on my weekends to learn as much about the area as
possible.  I was truly impressed with University of
California at Los Angeles (UCLA's) campus and
disappointed by the area that The University of
Southern California (USC) was located.  Hollywood
was disappointing because it tends to be rundown
with the exception of a few new theaters and office
buildings.  The Capital Records building is iconic
because it looks like a stack of records, but it is
being dwarfed by newer buildings.  Santa Monica Blvd.
runs east to west and parallel of Sunset and
Hollywood Blvd.  I even had meals in some of the
sidewalk restaurants before I learned that Santa
Monica area is a gay and lesbian community.

      I dropped the hyphenated name and went by
Mary, and I had also bought a new wardrobe better
suited to my working environment, and bought new
glasses that were more attractive.  I had even had
my hair styled.  I looked more like my fellow law
clerks.  I had impressed my bosses enough that I was
being asked to fill in when secretaries were absent.  I
was often selected to act as secretary for Ms. Carol
Roberts, one of the partners of the firm.  I was liked
enough that it was just a matter of time before I
would be moved out of the pool.

      The more times I ran into my next door neighbor
and her daughter the more we talked together.  She
even helped me learn more about the community.  One
day she stopped me after work to ask me to look
after her daughter for the evening, because she had
a date.  Nothing was said about what kind of date.  I
just assumed it was with a man.  I wanted to be a
good neighbor, and I was still pretty much a loner, so
I agreed to have Rebeca stay with me while her
mother went out.

      When I got home Rebeca was already home from
school.  As soon as I opened my door, she came
knocking on my door.  I welcomed the company.  It
was nice to have someone to talk to.  We compared
our early school days, and what movies we liked.  We
heard her mother when she got home from work.
Rebeca went home to talk to her mother while she
got ready for her date.  I heard the shower running
and the hum of a hair dryer.  I heard the knock on
their door and the sounds of voices, but couldn't
make out more than a mumble sound. The next time
their door opened Rebeca came back to my place, as I
heard heels clicking down the red tiled walkway.  I
didn't see Shirley and her date leave.

      Rebeca and I played cards and watched TV.  I had
not asked Shirley when she would get home, so I had
no idea what I should do with Rebeca.  The apartment
was furnished, but the cheap couch was not suitable
for anyone to sleep on it.  As the night drew late I
asked Rebeca when her mother would probably get
home, and Rebeca responded that her mother would
not get home until the bars closed.  That disturbed
me; a girl Rebeca's age should get plenty of sleep.

      I suggested, "Rebeca, it is getting late and you
should be in bed, if you're going to school tomorrow.
My couch is a terrible place to try and sleep.  I have a
double bed, so if you don't mind, I think you should
sleep with me!"

      Rebeca beamed from ear to ear.  I also noticed
how much Shirley and Rebeca reminded me of Barbra
Streisand.  I told her to use the bathroom and I
retrieved one of my clean nightgowns to give to her
as she made her way to the bathroom.  I also told her
where to find a new toothbrush.  I heard the shower
and felt the heat and humidity coming through the
door.  When she emerged her body radiated heat, and
my nightgown looked a little large on her.  I told her
to get to bed and I would join her as soon as I took a
shower and closed the front door.

      I took a quick shower, ensuring not to get my hair
wet.  I cleaned my face carefully and brushed my
teeth before putting on my nightgown.  I locked the
front door and turned off the lights before joining
Rebeca in the bedroom.

      I got into the bed and turned out the light.  As
soon as I settled down I wished her goodnight and
she kissed me on the lips, I turned my back to her,
and she cuddled up against the back of my body.  She
even draped her arm over my body.  I didn't think
anything about it until I felt her hand rest on my
right tit.  I assumed it was innocent and didn't do
anything.  Then I felt her finger toying with my
nipple, and her warm breath was on the back of my
neck.  I took hold of her hand and pulled it down to
my ribs, but as soon as I let go she cupped my tit and
toyed with the nipple again.

      I turned over to face her, and told her, "Rebeca,
you shouldn't be playing with my tits."

      Rebeca said, "Please let me touch you?"

      I was struggling with my feelings, because it had
felt good having her touching my breast and nipple,
but my upbringing told me what she wanted was
wrong.

      Rebeca moved her face so close I could smell her
minty breath and feel her warm breath.  She was
looking me right in the eye by the dim light.  She
kissed me again right on the mouth.  I opened my
mouth to protest, and she stuck her tongue into my
mouth.  She also stuck her hand down the front of
her nightgown and molded her hand around my 36-C
sized breast.  My nipple responded instantly.  No one
had ever touched me like that before.  Even the
family doctor had never felt my tits before.  I tried
to pull her hand out of my nightgown, but she was
surprisingly strong.  I eventually gave up and let her
go ahead playing with my tits.

      Until I gave up struggling I had not noticed that
she had wrapped her bare legs around my right thigh.
She was actually humping my thigh with her hairless
little pussy.  I couldn't believe a girl so young could be
so sexual.  While I was stunned while trying to
understand what was going on, she managed to pull
both of my tits out of my nightgown.  She managed to
move her body down my body enough to be able to
latch onto my right nipple with her mouth.

      My nipple was already hard from her playing with
it, but now her wet mouth aroused feelings in me that
were more than I could handle.  I experienced my
truly first orgasm, and she had not even touched my
crotch.

      I surrendered to her every desire.  She pulled my
own nightgown up above my breasts, and started
feeling every inch of my body.  I was fortunate
enough to not have a lot of body hair.  My legs only
had fuzz on them, and nature gave me straight pubic
hair in a dark color.  I had never paid much attention
but it just naturally looked like it was combed in the
direction of my vaginal slit.  At this moment I
experienced a little pride in the look of my pussy.

      Rebeca had pulled the covers down and used her
feet to kick them to the foot of the bed.  We were
lying there fully exposed.  She only let go of me after
I stopped resisting and then she sat up and removed
the nightgown I had given her.

      I have to admit that she had a body to die for.
She looked like a perfect doll.  I had seen naked
children before, but she looked like a budding young
woman.  Her beasts were developed more than girls
her age normally were.  I had never seen a girl with
areolas that covered half of her breast area.  The
nipples were larger than normal too.  I couldn't resist
touching them.

      When she asked me to suck on her tits I did so
willingly.  We spent a lot of time taking turns sucking
each other's tits.  When she started moving down my
body I knew where she was headed, and was thrilled
at the prospect of her teaching me what sucking
pussy would be like.

      She still had her legs wrapped around my right
leg as she worked her way down to my pussy.  She
virtually teased me by blowing cool air on my pubic
hair.  When she licked my pussy I thought I would
die.  I had smelled my own hand after rubbing my
pussy, and couldn't believe this young girl actually
wanted to taste a pussy.  Just the same it felt so
good I'm sure that I actually pissed a little on her
chin.  When the orgasm overtook me I couldn't
believe that my heart continued pumping.  Rebeca
wasn't finished with me yet.  She continued sucking
on my clit and licking my pussy until I was exhausted
from at least three more orgasms.  She crawled back
up my body to kiss me on the mouth.

      The smell of my own pussy juices covered her
face.  I could taste my own pussy juices as she kissed
me and stuck her tongue into my mouth.  As soon as it
was over I felt guilty about allowing this young girl to
do such thing to me.  As pleasurable as it had been,
everything I had been taught told me it was a sin.  I
lay there struggling with my feelings.  Guilt was all
consuming.

     I had no thought about stooping too corrupting a
child, any more than she had already been.  It was
obvious that this had not been the first time she had
been sucking pussy.  The matter was taken out of my
hands when Rebeca took it upon herself to squat over
my head, and sat on my face.  She virtually rode my
face like a proper lady rides a horse English style.

      She rubbed her pussy against my mouth and nose
until I was sure my face was raw.  More than once her
tightly puckered asshole rubbed against my mouth
and nose.  There was no use complaining about her
efforts, and I even discovered that her anus has a
sweet smell.  I felt ashamed of myself for enjoying it
so much.  Rebeca must have brought herself to
orgasm at least three times before she dismounted,
and retrieved the blankets and sheet to cover up the
two of us, as she settled down, cuddled up in my arms.

      Rebeca was sound asleep in just a matter of
moments.  She slept the sleep of innocence.  I on the
other hand couldn't go to sleep no matter how many
times I checked the time on the clock.

      My eyes were closed and I smelled Rebeca's hair,
when I heard a voice outside.  I assumed Shirley was
talking to herself in a drunken state, as she stumbled
through the door to her apartment.

      I checked the time, and it was 3:20 am Saturday
morning.  I could hear the noises coming through our
common wall.  The bed was complaining and from time
to time there was the thump of her headboard
banging against the wall.  I assumed she was having
sex with her date, and assumed it was a man, but the
only voice I heard was female.  Was Shirley talking to
herself, and why wasn't the man responding?

      Exhaustion eventually caught up with me.  The
last time I checked the clock it was 4:30 am.

      I was nudged out of a sound sleep when Rebeca
disengaged herself from me to get up.  Another
check of the clock told me that it was 11:00 am.  I
actually had a headache for lack of a good night's
sleep.  I felt a flush of shame as I watched Rebeca's
naked body scurrying towards the bathroom.  She
was in such a hurry that she didn't close the door,
and I heard the unmistakable sound of her peeing
into the toilet.  She remained in there long enough to
wash her face, brush her teeth, and brush her hair.
When she returned to the bedroom she looked as
seductive as I imagined Salome must have been.

      She casually gathered up the clothes she had
been wearing the night before.  It wasn't until she
started getting dressed that I became aware of my
own nudity.  My nightgown was still up under my
armpits.  I struggled to pull the gown over my tits at
least.  I wished she would at least put her clothes on
in another room.  Seeing her naked body reminded me
of the things that had taken place the night before.

      I told Rebeca, "Go make yourself breakfast!
There are several different boxes of cereal, and the
milk is in the fridge."

      As soon as she left the room I got out of bed.  I
needed to pee probably even more that Rebeca had
needed to.  When I finished emptying my bladder I
realized that the body odor of Rebeca was all over my
body, so I took a quick shower.  It was Saturday so I
didn't have to go to work, so there was no need to put
on my working clothes.  I simply put on an old pair of
jeans I had brought from home and an old Oklahoma
State sweatshirt.  I just stuck my feet in some old
slippers I kept around because they were
comfortable.  When I made it to the dining area
Rebeca was eating cereal, at least she was dressed.

      I heard Shirley's door open and muffled voices
before I heard the sound of heels clicking on the
concrete walk passing my door on their way to the
parking lot.  I assumed Shirley had passed my
apartment.

      Suddenly there came at knock on my door, I
almost panicked.  Shirley looked like she had a hard
night.  I could smell the booze permeating her body
and breath.  She had on a simple bathrobe.  Her eyes
were bloodshot, and her hair looked like she had slept
on it.  She asked, "Is Rebeca up?"

      I told her, "Rebeca is having breakfast.  Would
you like to come in, and have a bowl of cereal too?"

      As Shirley came in she said, "I could use a cup of
coffee."

      I told her, "Have a seat, and it will take a moment
to brew the coffee!"

      Shirley pulled out one of the chairs and sat down
very gingerly.  She rested her head in her hands as
she mumbled, "Good morning, honey."

      Rebeca was just finishing her cereal, as she said,
"Good morning Mom.  Mary, may I have a cup of
coffee too?"

      I looked at Shirley for her approval, and got a
simple little nod.

      While the coffee was brewing I got the cups and
saucers down.  I put the sugar bowl on the table along
with artificial creamer.  I placed the cups in front of
Shirley, Rebeca and my place.  As soon as the coffee
finished brewing I filled the cups from the carafe,
and sat down to enjoy my first cup of coffee for the
day.

      I was a little worried about the idea that Shirley
might be able to tell that Rebeca and I had engaged
in sex with each other last night.

      Shirley talked about her hangover, without
mentioning anything about what her date had been
like.  When we had finished our coffee, she
suggested to Rebeca that she go home and get a head
start on next week's homework.

      Rebeca only put up token resistance, before she
got up and she kissed her mom, and hugged and kissed
me, as she thanked me for last night.  I must have
blushed at the thought of what we had done.  Rebeca
went next door without further discussion.

      I filled Shirley's and my cups with coffee and put
Rebeca's cup in the sink.  After we sweetened or
coffee to taste, Shirley reached across the table and
took my hand in hers.  She said, "I want to thank you
for being kind enough to look after Rebeca for me
last night!"

     I felt like a hell, for allowing Rebeca to seduce me,
and violating Shirley's trust.  All I could say, "It was a
pleasure to have the company."

      Shirley moved her chair closer to me, and while
she stroked my arm with one hand she reached for
the back of my neck, and leaned close to me so that
she could kiss me on the mouth.

      The move startled me, and I opened my mouth to
say something, only to have her tongue invade my
mouth.  I wondered if all women in California kiss with
tongue.  She eventually said, "I have admired you
from the day you moved in.  I have always liked tall
women!"

      All I could say was, "Thank you," and felt foolish
for saying that.

      Shirley continued kissing me, and the hand that
had been stroking my arm moved up to feel the tit
nearest to her.  There was only the sweatshirt
between her hand and my tit.

      I managed to say, "Oh," before my mouth was
covered with hers again.  I was thinking, oh my
GAWD, she is seducing me too!

      She stood up and pulled me to my feet, and pulled
me to my bedroom.  She pushed me backwards onto
the unmade bed.  She pounced on top of me and
placed both hands on my tits while she started
kissing my face and mouth.  She was stronger than
me.  I eventually gave up trying to pull her hands away
from my tits.

      She started removing my clothes, and it didn't
take long, after all I only had on the Oklahoma State
jersey, jeans and panties.  When she stood up to
remove my jeans and panties she shed her bathrobe.
The only thing she had on was panties and slippers.
She just stepped out of the slippers, and reached for
the buttons of my jeans.  As soon as she had opened
my pants she took hold of the waist band, and pulled
my jeans out from under my butt.  Then she took hold
of the cuffs of my pants legs and pulled my pants
free of my legs.  She mounted the bed after tossing
my pants aside.

      I lay there watching her massaging her own tits
before she walked on her knees over my body.  She
hovered over my head as she used her hand to
positon her right tit over my mouth.  She wiped her
nipple against my lips, until I opened my mouth.  I
sucked her nipple like a baby.

      I couldn't believe I was sucking the tit of the
mother of the girl that had seduced me last night.  I
was beginning to think my family had been right.
California was Sodom and Gomorrah incarnate, but
just the same I loved the sex.

      Shirley eventually sucked my tits, before pulling
our panties off.  We sucked each other's pussies and
engaged in a 69, a mutual pussy eating act, before
Shirley introduced me to something she called
"Tribbing."  She interlocked our legs, so that she
could rub our pussies against each other's pussy.  The
way she was rocking her body back and forth set up a
rhythmic banging of my headboard against the
bedroom wall.  That reminded me of the sound I
heard last night coming through the common wall.

      After all of the sex, Shirley lay on top of my
body and kissed me on the mouth for a long time.  It
was so exciting to lay there in her arms smelling my
own pussy juices drying on her face.  I was thinking
that I was lost, because I actually loved having sex
with both mother and daughter.

      We lay there for hours and occasionally
masturbated and sucked each other all over again.  I
lay there on the bed like a statue while I thought
about what had happened.  I lost all track of time.

      When the knock on my door brought me out of my
stupor, the late afternoon shadows were cast across
the bedroom floor.  I had to put on a robe to answer
the door.  Rebeca were standing there dressed in
colorful silk lounging pajamas.

      When she entered, Shirley joined us back in her
robe.  Rebeca said, "Mother, if we are going to the
party this evening, we better get started!"

      Shirley demanded, "Mary, you have to come with
us!"

      I tried to beg off, saying that I was in no
condition to go to a party!"

      They were not hearing any excuses from me.
Rebeca said, "We have extra silk lounging pajamas!"
With that Rebeca handed us a couple of pretty silk
lounging pajamas.

     Shirley dropped her robe right there in the living
room and stepped into the pajama bottoms.  After
tying the draw string she put on the top.  She
excused herself to return to her apartment long
enough to put on makeup and select pumps.

      I looked at the pajamas Rebeca had given me.
"What kind of party is this?"

      Rebeca said, "We have been invited to the home
of a friend that lives behind the Malibu hills.  There
will be just a few couples there.  We will have a great
time!"


      Rebeca took hold of my hand and pulled me into
my bedroom.  The bed was still not made and looked
like a total mess.  I swear I could smell the odor of
sex in the room as I stood beside the bed.  I turned
to face Rebeca, and she had the pajamas in her hand.

      I would have been uncomfortable going out in
public in any kind of pajamas, regardless of how sexy
they were.  I managed to select my best underwear
and nude nylons with black three inch pumps.  I
accessorized the ensemble with pearl earrings.

      I also realized that my face needed makeup too.
Rebeca followed me into the bathroom while I put on
makeup and brushed my hair.  Shirley joined us while
I was putting on the final touches.  They were both
admiring my figure approvingly.

      Shirley announced, "We are going to the home of
a very special woman, and everyone at the party will
be wearing silk pajamas.  You would be out of place in
anything else."

       It was only a few more minutes before I was
locking my door, and we made our way to the parking
lot.

     Rebeca was relegated to sitting in the back seat.
I could feel every seam in the leather bucket seat of
the car pressing against my butt and back, and that
just made me feel as if I were totally naked.  I even
thought about what would happen if we had an
accident on the way to wherever we were going.

      Shirley drove like a person in a hurry.  I had no
idea where she was taking us.  I was aware that we
went north on 405 Freeway and west on 134 Freeway
to an area identified as Calabasas Hills.  It was a
large new home located up against the brush covered
hills behind the house.  The nearest homes on either
side were a quarter mile away.  The circle driveway
had at least three cars parked in a row.  We parked
behind the last car.  The three of us walked up the
hill to the double front door with leaded glass doors.
When Shirley rang the bell it took a short time
before the door was opened by an attractive woman
who must have been in her fifties or sixties, and we
could hear the sound of music coming from inside the
house.  I was impressed with our hostess.

      She was dressed in very colorful silk pajamas.
The legs were so full that it looked like a floor length
skirt, until she started walking.  She looked like a
regal queen, with silver hair.  She hugged both
Shirley and Rebeca, while planting phantom kisses on
their cheeks, as she welcomed them to her party.
She turned to face me, and waited for Shirley to
introduce me.  As soon the introduction was over, she
repeated my name, and gave me a kiss too.

      She made grand gestures with her arms as she
pointed out the various rooms, and pointed out where
the bathrooms were in case we needed them, as she
escorted us to the patio near the pool.

      There was a bar set up by the pool, and an
attractive Mexican woman dressed in a maids
costume was pouring drinks for the guests.

      As soon as a tall iced drink was placed in my hand,
I scanned the back yard, to admire the landscaped
back yard, and study the other party guests.  They
were all females, and they were wearing lounging
pajamas as well.  I felt my nipples get hard, and I
even looked at my chest to see the impression they
were making through the top of the pajamas.

      The other party goers were engaged in hugging,
feeling and kissing each other.  I also noticed that
there were three adult women at the party so far,
and each one had a much younger woman or girl
virtually attached to them.  I was sipping on my drink
feeling very vulnerable, when the doorbell rang again.

      Our hostess headed for the door with all of the
grace of a cat.  When she came back she had two
women on her arms and there were two girls that
looked young enough to be teenagers following them.
You can imagine my surprise when I recognized the
two women.

      The two women being escorted towards us were
Carol Richards and Judy Barns.  They both had big
smiles on their faces.  Carol said, "Mary, I'm so glad
that you came to the party!  I have been looking
forward to the day I would be able to tell you how
much I have been looking forward to getting to know
you better!"

      Both of them approached me and hugged and
kissed me.  It was very exciting to hug them because
I could feel their breasts pressing against my own.
They introduced me to their guests.  The girls turned
out to be their nieces.

      There was nothing shy about them either.  They
kissed me, and even gave my breasts a squeeze.  I
almost panicked while they were kissing me.  I looked
around the back yard and everyone was dancing to
the romantic music and kissing.  None of them even
noticed what Carol and Judy were doing to me.

      Judy explained to me that she had hired me
because she recognized in me another country girl
that couldn't get away from the small town mentality.
"When you arrived I made sure to get you an
apartment next door to Shirley, because I knew that
Rebeca and Shirley would seduce you.  This party was
arranged for your benefit." Judy related.

      Carol is the lawyer for our hostess.  She is a
movie producer and the other guests are mothers and
daughters that she has under contract for movies.

      Carol and Judy felt that I was embarrassed about
public sexual activity, so they escorted me to one of
the 10 bedrooms where they made love to me.  While
one sat on my face the other one ate my pussy.  By
the time they were satisfied I thought I had
experienced it all.  (Foolish me)

     When I put my pajamas back on, and we exited
that bedroom we ran into our hostess and the
bartender.  The woman had her hand on the bare ass
of the attractive Mexican woman.  She asked Carol if
she could have a taste of me.

      I was stunned by the casual way they talked
about sharing me.  I didn't resist though when our
hostess placed her hand around my waist, and led the
Mexican and me to her bedroom.  Her bed was huge.
The two of them removed my pajamas before the two
of them got undressed.  The bartender's skin was
flawless, and I learned that her pussy tasted almost
the same as any other pussy I had tasted.  By the
time we finished I had tasted their tits, pussies and
assholes.  I was one tired girl by the time I got my
pajamas back on, and made my way back to the patio.

      I was ready to fall asleep, but as soon as I laid on
a lounge, a girl even young than Rebeca approached
me with a wicked grin on her face.  She was totally
naked, and rubbing her pussy.  She mounted me and
before long I was naked and eating her hairless
pussy.  I noticed the woman that had brought her was
sitting on the next lounge, and masturbating herself.
I whispered in the girl's ear, "Who is that?"

      She giggled, "That's my mother!"

      By the time the sky was changing from black to
light blue in the east I had sucked every pussy and
asshole at the party.  Shirley and Rebeca gathered
me up and practically had to carry me to their car.  I
slept all the way home.

      Rebeca undressed me and put me to bed.  When I
woke up Rebeca was there to welcome me back to the
living.  She assured me that everything had actually
happened last night.

      It was only a matter of a couple of weeks before
I was promoted to Carol's secretary.  Whenever she
traveled I went with her, and shared her hotel rooms.
She also saw to it that I went to UCLA to get a law
degree.



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