Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2005 17:24:26 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Flowerbed Seduction (lesbian / adult youth, f/F, F/Ff)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between girls and women.  If this type of
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                        Flower bed seduction
                                By
                               Jan


	Patricia was a typical fourteen-year-old girl.  She had her
first period when she was 11.  She started developing pubic hair
and breasts by the age of 12.  She was an average student in
school.  Like her girlfriends she spent a lot of time talking about
boys she like the most and trying to attract them.  If a boy she
liked showed an interest in her she was thrilled.  Like her girls
friends she struggled with how far she allow a boy to go before
he would loose respect for her.  Kissing was fun but should she
allow them to play with her breasts.  Should she stop them
before they touched her panties?  Things like that were the
biggest decisions she was dealing with that spring.

	As it turned out the woman that lived just down the street
was the local high school English teacher.  Ms. Wilson spent a
lot of time working in her yard.  She was always removing dead
flowers and replacing them with new seeds or plants that would
bloom in time to replace other dying plants.  Her yard was
always a riot of color all year round.  The warm humid climate
of southern Louisiana is conducive of the growing of a variety
of plants year round.

	Pat knew the woman and liked her very much and would
help her in her yard.  She was not afraid to get her hands in the
soil.  She didn't mind getting her knees dirty and braking her
fingernails.  When she first started helping, Ms. Wilson
restricted her help to working with potted plants.  That kept her
from getting too dirty.  In exchange for her help in the yard Ms.
Wilson agreed to teach her how to speak English without her
Cajun accent.

	Pat came from a Cajun family that dated back to 1764
and her accent was very thick.  She even spoke both Cajun and
French and her parents spoke very little English.  Ms, Wilson
would have Pat repeat things like the method of planting the
flowers and correct her English until she could say it without
the broken French and grammar.

	At the age of 14 Pat looked like all of the other Cajun
girls in the area.  She was small, about five feet tall and
weighted about 95-pounds.  She had dark curly hair and blue
eyes.  Her tits were small but had a nice shape to them.  They
were no more than a 32-A.  The areolas were large though.
They were about the size of silver dollars.  They would get
puffy and tender when she was sexually excited.

	Pat was a shy girl and didn't know much about life.
Things like that were never discussed at her home.  When she
was with Ms. Wilson they would talk about everything as she
helped in the yard.  Sex was even discussed at times.  Pat had
never heard the words like vagina, pussy and cunt her mother
just called it her thing.  Ms. Wilson taught her about
reproduction and why women had periods.  Her mother just
called it the woman's curse.

	By that time Ms. Wilson let her help prepare the soil,
which was dirty work, they even engaged in some horse play by
sprinkling each other with water.  Of course that got them very
dirty.  After they had worked in the yard until it was too dark to
see very well Ms. Wilson offered to let her use her tub to wash
up.  While she was in the tub Ms. Wilson asked if she could
come in with a fresh towel.

	Pat agreed and Ms. Wilson entered the room carrying a
towel over her arm.  She casually started talking about school
and other things that she knew interested Pat.  Pat was a little
embarrassed having this older woman in the room while she
was washing her naked body but soon lost her shyness and
continued washing as they talked.

	Ms. Wilson left the room before she was ready to get out
of the tub.  The towel was left sitting on the toilet seat lid so she
dried off and dressed to go home.

	Ms. Wilson encouraged her to think about keeping some
work clothes at her house to work in so she would not have to
dress in dirty work clothes to go home.

	Pat came over in some work clothes the next day but she
also brought a change of clothes to put on to go home in.  After
they had finished working in the yard she bathed again and Ms.
Wilson joined her in the bathroom and they chatted while she
washed her body.  Again she retired from the room before Pat
was ready to get out.  When Pat was dressed she gathered up
her work clothes and was about to take them home when Ms.
Wilson insisted that she leave them and she would wash them.

	She even suggested that Pat let her repay her by making
dinner for her.  Pat told her mother that Ms. Wilson had invited
her to have dinner with her after they worked in the yard and
her mother agreed to let her stay.

	The third time she bathed after working in the yard Ms.
Wilson watched her and then left to start dinner before she was
ready to get out.  By the time Pat was dry and dressed in her
clean clothes and her dirty work clothes were placed in the
hamper she could smell the odor of cooking.  The smell of
French onion soup was enough to remind her just how hungry
she was.

	Having dinner with her favorite teacher was enough to
make her feel so grown up.  She talked to her about books she
read and they talked about what they like about them.  She was
very happy when she went home.

	Ms. Wilson was a heavy set woman, 26-years-old at the
time.  She was a blond with green eyes.  Pat had developed a
little crush from the time she first met her.  She was such a
sophisticated woman.  Pat felt privileged to be her friend.  It
was like sharing a private secret with her.

	The next evening after they were finished turning the soil
she was particularly dirty.  When she was in the tub and Ms.
Wilson commented that she was missing some dirty on her
back and offered to wash it for her.

	Pat leaned forward and gave her the wash-cloth.  Ms.
Wilson took it and gently washed her back from the nape of her
neck to the swell of her butt.  Pat had not been wash like that
since she was a child and she liked the gentle feel of the
woman's hand on her skin.  She could not completely
understand why she felt so sexually charged by having her
teacher touch her this way but she was aware of feeling that
made her want the touching to continue.

	When Ms. Wilson finished washing her back she dragged
the wash-cloth over the girl's shoulders and started washing the
front of Pat's body.  She felt so relaxed that she lay back in the
tub and let the woman wash her breasts and felt the tingle in her
nipples from the touch of the rough fabric.  She felt so childish
getting so excited just having her teacher wash her body.  She
had no idea that her teacher was seducing her.

	Ms. Wilson had been planning this from the first day she
had let her help in the yard.  In fact every night after Pat went
home she put her work clothes in the washer and took the used
panties to bed and masturbated smelling the crotch.  Then she
would rinse them out and put them in the dryer along with the
other clothes.

	Pat felt so relaxed she closed her eyes and lay there
enjoying the stimulating feeling.  When Ms. Wilson's hand
slipped between her lags and touched her vulva.  Pat's eyes
flew open and she was looking right into Ms. Wilson's blue
eyes. The woman dropped the cloth and touched her naked clit
with the tip of her finger.  "Do you like the way this feels
dear?" she asked.

	Pat could only moan her reply.  Ms. Wilson set up a
circular rubbing motion on the girl's clitoral area that didn't
stop until Pat was breathing hard and went limp after her first
climax at the hand of another person.

	Pat thought she was going to die.  Nothing should feel
that good without having to die for having achieved such a
thrill.  Ms. Wilson watched as she recovered and stood up and
held the towel as Pat got out of the tub.  She gently dried her
body without saying anything.

	She left the room while Pat got dressed.  Pat's head was
spinning because she could not believe her feeling.  When she
came out Ms. Wilson was making dinner and she casually
chatted with Pat as she worked.

	"Pat honey I hope you don't hate me for not being able to
resist masturbating you like that." Ms. Wilson said.

	Pat thought about her feelings before answering.  "I have
never felt like that before.  I loved it very much.  Does it always
feel like that?"

	"Baby it only gets better with each new way to please
someone." Ms. Wilson said.

	There was a long pause before Ms. Wilson added, "You
can't tell anyone what I did or I will be destroyed."

	Pat said, "I would never tell anyone about what you did
tonight. It will always be our secret."

	Ms. Wilson turned from her cutting board and kissed her
on the cheek.

	During dinner Ms. Wilson talked to her about what they
could do with each other in the future.  The effect of the
conversation was exactly what she hoped for.  Pat was eager for
more information.  The answer given by Ms. Wilson to each
question placed a mental picture in the child's mind that would
not go away.

	When she went home that was all she thought about all
night.  She was even tired the next day at school and Ms.
Wilson noticed her lethargy.  As the class ended she touched
Pat's arm and asked if she felt OK?

	Pat flushed at the touch but assured her that she was fine.

	"Will you be stopping by to help in the yard today dear?"
Ms. Wilson asked

	Pat emphatically assured her that she could not wait to
get out of school today.

	Ms. Wilson smiled and squeezed her arm as they parted
company.

	That night they didn't do a lot of work but Pat saw to it
that she got particularly dirty.  They retired to the bathroom
early and Ms. Wilson washed her vary carefully.  She
masturbated her until Pat climaxed and then dried her body.

	This time she didn't leave.  Instead she led Pat to her
bedroom and placed her on the bed.  She knelt beside her and
sucked on Pat's budding breasts.  Pat never felt anything as
exciting as when Ms. Wilson parted her legs and kissed her
vulva.  The things she did with her mouth and tongue were so
thrilling that she was sure she was going to pee rather than
climax.  She did everything in her power to hold off.

	When her feeling became too strong to deny and her
climax over came her she though she must have peed and was
so embarrassed she though she would die.  When she sat up and
looked down at Ms. Wilson there was no pee. The woman was
lapping up a clear liquid from her newly grown hair.  She could
not believe this adult woman was eagerly lapping up the fluid
leaking from her pussy.  Ms. Wilson ended the act by lifting
Pat's legs high into the air and licking her asshole with one long
stroke.

	Pat could not believe what she had just done to her.  Ms.
Wilson helped her dress and she had a cold dinner in the fridge
to feed her before sending her home.

	She had to study for weekly test on Thursday night and
could not go over to see Ms. Wilson but she could not think
about anything but what had happened.  She made
arrangements to spend the weekend helping Ms. Wilson.  That
way she could spend two nights with her.

	Her mother was thrilled that she could get away for a
weekend and not have to worry about Pat.  Friday after school
she rushed home and put her pajamas and a couple of changes
of clothes in a paper bag (poke).  She kissed her mother and
watched as she loaded up the family car and drove out of the
driveway.

	Pat rushed to Ms. Wilson's home and they greeted each
other with a kiss that would have gotten them in trouble if they
had been seen doing that at school.

	They didn't bother working in the yard.  They went
straight to the bedroom where Ms. Wilson removed Pat's
clothes.  Then Ms. Wilson asked Pat to undress her as well.

	Pat felt like her heart would pound right out of her chest.
This woman had naturally wavy dark blond hair.  She let it
down when she was home and it hung past her shoulders.  Her
eyelashes were thin and her brows had a natural arch.  Her lips
were full and she used a lipstick that was a reddish mauve.  Her
neck was showing wrinkles in the hollow at her throat.  When
she removed her blouse and bra Pat watched as her heavy
breasts tumbled out and hung low on her body.  The mauve
colored areolas were almost as large as the palm of Pat's hand.
The nipples looked like they were as large as nipple on a
modern baby bottle.  The tummy looked soft but still slim
enough to have a gentle curve to her wide hips.

	When she reached behind her back to unhook the skirt
her breasts swayed gently.  Pat wanted to reach out and touch
them but first she wanted to see her teacher's naked crotch.

	Ms. Wilson dropped her skirt and then her half slip.  She
stepped out of her heels and was standing there in her seamless
hose and silk panties.  Pat thought that Ms. Wilson looked
absolutely lovely.  Then she placed her fingers into the
waistband of her panties and as she pushed the hands down
over her hips her thumbs caught the material and they slid down
her body.  She faced Pat as she bent over and stepped out of her
panties.  She thought about removing her hose but thought she
looked much sexier in the hose and heels so she stepped back
into her shoes.

	To Pat, Ms. Wilson was the sexiest thing she had ever
seen.  She sat there looking at this mature woman and taking in
everything about her body.  The hair on her pubis was not so
thick that she could not see the white skin underneath and the
indentation that led to her vagina or the thick labia protruding
past her cunt.  The thighs had some cellulite dimpling but Pat
still thought she was the prettiest thing she had ever seen.

	When Ms. Wilson stepped forward Pat placed her hands
on the woman's hips.  Ms. Wilson took hold of her hands and
lifted them up to her breasts.  Pat loved the softness and
marveled at how heavy they were.  Ms. Wilson reached under
her tits and lifted them and fed one to Pat's mouth.  Pat clung to
the one she was sucking on with both hands.  She only let go
when Ms. Wilson requested that she suck the other one too.

	This time Pat let go with one hand and stroked the
woman's hairy pussy.  She finally pulled the woman down on
the bed next to her and knelt between her legs so that she could
inspect her first adult cunt.  She felt the moist skin and dragged
her finger along the moist crack.  Then she used both hands to
part the labia and moved in close and smelled the cunt.  It had a
hint of urine and a raw meaty odor.  She tentatively stuck out
her tongue and inserted it into the moist valley.

	She loved the taste and as she let go of the labia she felt
the skin closed in around her tongue.  She had never felt
another clit before and she thrilled at the feeling of the woman's
hooded nub.  She licked the woman until was in a frenzy of
motion.  She was sure Ms. Wilson was cumming because she
was moaning loudly and started slapping Pat's ears with her
thighs as her butt bucked up and down.

	The rest of the weekend was spent in the wildest sex
imaginable.  Ms. Wilson taught Pat everything she knew about
love making and Pat even worked up the nerve to let her tongue
slip past the woman's pudenda and into her puckered asshole.
She not only found it enjoyable she thrilled at the way her
sphincter gripped her tongue.

	"Yes child yes, tongue fuck my asshole.  Oh I love it so
much." The older woman moaned, "Finger fuck my pussy as
you suck on my rosebud."

	Pat did as she was told and filled the woman's cunt to the
limit with her fingers as her tongue drilled as deep into her
bowels it could go.

	The romanced lasted late into the summer.  It broke
Patricia's heart when Ms. Wilson informed her that she had
been offered a higher paying job in another town and would be
gone before September.

	It was only a year later that Pat allowed her boyfriend to
fuck her and of course she got pregnant within six months.  She
married him and as a dutiful wife she allowing him to fuck her
when he was in the mood but seldom got any satisfaction from
his penis.  She soon found that the only way she could enjoy the
experience was to think about Ms. Wilson as her husband
fucked her.

	Pat had been married for ten years when a family moved
next door.  It was a husband and wife with a young girl.  When
Pat would go out and pick up the morning newspaper in her
housecoat she would see the women next door doing the same
thing.

Her name was Celeste.  As the men and her daughter left for
work and school the two women would gossip over the fence.
It led to Celeste inviting Pat over for coffee and their
conversation predictably got around to sex.  Celeste complained
that having sex with her husband was as exciting as having her
teeth cleaned.  He was finished before she was even getting
wet.  That brought forth laughter from Pat and in her old Cajun
accent she admitted that she got more action from the vacuum
cleaner between her legs than from her husband's quickie fucks.

	Celeste eventually confessed that she really missed her
college girlfriend.  They had started having sex with each other
when they became roommates after their freshmen year.  For
the next three years they made love almost every night.  It came
to an end during spring brake their senior year.  She was staying
with her roommate and her mother caught them in a
compromising position.  Her roommate was not allowed to live
with her after that.

	Pat confided in her about her relationship with the Ms.
Wilson and that the only way she could reach an orgasm was to
think about her while her husband was sweating over her.

	Celeste slowly opened her housecoat and showed Pat that
she was naked underneath.  Pat stood up and kissed her on the
mouth at the same time she reached for one of her full tits.
Celeste pulled Pat's house coat off and pulled the nightgown
over her head.

	Celeste was struck by the amount of pubic hair Pat had.
It started at her navel and even trailed down the inside of her
thighs.  There was even a solid ring of hair around her asshole.
Pat had never even thought about trimming it before.  She
suddenly felt embarrassed that someone was seeing how hairy
she was.

	Celeste didn't seem to mind at all.  She laid Pat right on
the dinning table and spread her legs and started sucking Pat's
cunt.  Pat was hungry to taste pussy too and pulled on Celeste's
body until she got on the table and mounted her in a 69.
Celeste found that Pat's clit was larger than most and she
delighted in sucking on it.  They worked on each other until
they were both spent and their cunts were satisfied.

	After that they would meet in the morning without
nightgowns on under their housecoats.  They each found that it
was thrilling to have another woman to make love too again.

	In time Pat noticed Celeste's daughter Rose.  She was
just about the same age as she was when Ms. Wilson seduced
her.  She found that she could induce a climax by crossing her
legs and swinging the top leg while thinking about sex with
Rose.  The friction of her clit on her panties would be enough to
get her off.

	Pat renewed her interest in horticulture again.  Rose
would find her in the yard working in the flowerbed and offered
to help.  It was a simple mater to start a water fight and get
them both dirty as happy little pigs.

	Pat invited her in to bath before going home.  They
removed their clothes in the back porch mud room.  Pat put
them in the washer and the two of them walked hand in hand to
the bathroom.  Pat suggested that they bath together to save
time and water.  Rose agreed and Pat got in the tub and Rose sat
between her legs.

	Pat took a wash cloth and a bar of soap and started
washing Rose's back.  Eventually Pat reached over her shoulder
and started washing Rose's chest.  Rose was just starting to
develop breasts and when Pat's hand touched the little nipples
Rose let out a sigh.  Pat felt the time was right and placed her
right hand between the girl's legs and started playing with her
clit.  Rose was hooked.

	Pat had her stand in the tub facing her and kissed her on
the pussy.  The girl was dripping wet but felt that her whole life
must have been leading to this moment.  They dried off and Pat
led her to her bed and let the girl explore her body.

	Pat thought she was being very clever hiding her
relationship from Celeste.  She was sucking the mother's pussy
most of the day and then finding ways to get Rose alone and
sucking her hairless pussy after school.  She even started
trimming her hair so that her vulva would not look so hairy for
the girl.

	Little did she know that Celeste had set it up so that Pat
would seduce Rose.  In time she confronted Rose about her
relationship with Pat.  When Rose confessed she comforted her
by letting her sit on her lap and started stroking her body.  It
wasn't long before she pulled out her tit and fed it to her
daughter.

	She allowed Rose to stay home from school the next day.
When Pat came over for coffee she did not know Rose was
home.  When they headed for the master bedroom Celeste
opened Rose's bedroom door and showed Pat that Rose was
lying naked on the bed expecting to have her mother make love
to her again.

	The rest of the day the two women made love to the girl.
There was hardly a moment when one of them didn't have her
mouth filled with either tit or a pussy.  By the time Rose was
grown she was the best woman lover two women could make of
her.


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