Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2008 22:51:03 -0500
From: J W <jw1137@hotmail.com>
Subject: Janice Wants  3

PREFACE:

This series is like pulling teeth! I stopped and wrote two other series in
between part 2 and part 3 just to prove I hadn't completely lost it. I
think I am back on track now.

Let me know what you think.
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Rita cashed out the last customer of the day while Janice did the final
clean up. The teenager approached her Latina boss at the reception
desk. "You did a very good job on your first day" the salon owner
complimented handing her new part time employee three crisp twenty dollar
bills.

"Thanks!" Janice gushed feeling an almost sexual thrill as she accepted the
money. With the tips she had nearly a hundred dollars for the day; half
what she needed for the I-pod she had her eye on. Everything would have
been wonderful if it weren't for her confusion about what had happened with
missus Gordon and the way she felt touching the middle aged woman's
pussy. Jan had planned to call her Aunt Samantha when she got home but
walking down the street she made a change of plan and simply re-routed
toward her aunt's apartment. Her mother would be working at the restaurant
until at least eight and it wasn't even quite five yet.

In the lobby she buzzed her aunt's apartment hoping her dad's sister was
home. When the sweet voice answered the intercom Janice announced her
presence. "Come on up sweetie" the natural redhead invited pressing the
door latch button. Samantha Mackey was wearing nothing but her silk
dressing gown as she often did around her apartment. She couldn't help
letting her mind stray back a couple of years. Babysitting her niece was
one of the highlights of her life. Janice was an intelligent girl and Sam
enjoyed her company. The nicely proportioned redhead thought she saw a lot
of herself at that age in Janice. She was a little conflicted on how much
she should involve herself in the girl's sexual development. A few times
when her mother had gone with her father, Sam's brother, on one of his
trucking trips and Sam was babysitting, she'd almost succumbed to her
primal urges. Going in to scrub the teenager's back while she was in the
tub the twenty-eight year old had scrubbed more than the fourteen year
old's back but she'd stopped short of actually sexually molesting her. All
indications were that Jan was ready to come to grips with her sexuality but
Sam wanted her niece to make her interest clear.

Sam had gone to some trouble to connect the teenager with her lesbian
friend and sometime lover, Rita, just to see how much the girl actually
knew. She wasn't sure if she should be happy or sad that her niece was as
innocent as a baby. The girl showing up on her doorstep like this was
unusual and delightful. Answering the knock Samantha said "to what do I owe
this honor?"  Janice replied by hugging her aunt. The girl felt the older
woman's flesh so close protected only by the skimpy layer of silk.

"I just wanted to thank you again for convincing mom to let me get a job,
and for getting me the job at Rita's, it's so awesome" the girl prattled
on.

"Well I know honey that your mom and dad struggle with money a lot of the
time and a growing girl needs to shop" Sam giggled and Jan joined her.

"Look how much I made" the teenager gushed and reached into the top of her
halter dress to extract her earnings.

"Wow" Samantha congratulated feeling the warmth of the money from being
nestled against the girl's breast made her coochie twitch. "Ninety dollars!
Rita must be paying you awfully well"

"I got thirty dollars in tips" the teenager corrected her aunt which
brought her to the reason for her visit.

"That's a lot of tips for one day"

"Well I got twenty dollars from one customer" Janice said and she was now
looking at the floor.

"Holy smoke that's a lot what'd ya have to do for that?"

"That's kinda why I came over... I wanted to talk to you about what
happened... uh with uh, missus Gordon." The mention of the older woman's
name sent a shiver down Samantha's spine. "Did you know that Rita does hair
styling... uh, down, um... down there? The girl asked waving a hand in the
direction of her crotch.

"Yes, I knew that Peanut what about it?"

"Well she was showing me how to do maintenance on missus Gordon... and
uh... well something happened" Janice said barely above a whisper. Samantha
saw distress on the teenager's face and sympathetically put her arm around
her niece's shoulders.

"You mean like you cut her or something?" Aunt Samantha asked.

"Oh no nothing like that. When we were... ya know, uh shaving
her... uh... down there... uh she got really um... excited." Samantha felt
a little quake in her pussy as the teen explained. "She kinda screamed and
went all tense... uh and uh... Rita made me stop... ya know, trimming until
she... um stopped... jerking." The girl looked at her aunt with questioning
eyes.

"And you're wondering what happened?" the older woman probed, to which her
teenaged niece nodded. "Have you ever stoked yourself down here?" Sam
questioned very gently bumping Janice's girlhood through her dress. The
wide eyed girl shook her head and looked panicked. "But you've touched it,
like when you're washing in the shower?" a nod "Did it feel kinda good?"
another nod. "Well if you keep going... uh I mean if you stroke yourself
just right you get all twitchy and jumpy and it feels so wonderful. It's
called an orgasm. That's what happened to missus Gordon." Samantha searched
the girl's eyes for a sign of understanding.

"When she was twitching and stuff I started to feel kinda funny... uh ya
know... uh between my legs." Janice found that recounting the experience
for her aunt was bringing the feelings back again.

"Was it a good kind of funny, Peanut?"

"Uh huh" the teenager responded with a somewhat distant look in her
eye. "Afterward I had to... uh run to the bathroom and I
kinda... um... grabbed myself." The assistant hairstylist informed her aunt
a little breathlessly.

"Did that help sweetie?"

"Uh, a little, I just kinda squeezed it until it stopped uh, sorta aching."
It was getting achy again, and Janice had the urge to got the bathroom and
massage it away. "It was... you know... uh wet too." She finished
explaining her dilemma to her mentor.

"Sweetheart it sounds like you were just really turned on when you saw
missus Gordon cum. That's what you say when someone has an orgasm, it's
called cumming." Samantha interpreted the pleading look in the girl's eyes
to mean she needed more. "Ya know it's OK to touch your pussy, don't you"
the older woman asked running her fingers through the teen's hair. Janice
looked at her hopefully. "A lot of women do it, there's nothing wrong with
giving yourself pleasure that way. Sometimes ya really have to; like when
you had that crampy feeling in the bathroom at Rita's salon." Speaking of
crampy Sam's coochie felt like it was in a vise. "I could show you... if
you want." The older woman was thinking `If she says no I'm gonna have to
kick her out so I can attend to this problem.' The girl didn't say anything
and the older woman could not analyze the look. Nervousness, arousal,
embarrassment, fear all seemed to be casting a shadow on the pretty
adolescent face.

When Sam took her hand and led her to the couch the teenager came
willingly. "Sit here honey" the redhead suggested and her pupil
complied. The redhead sat on the arm of the sofa and put one of her very
shapely legs over the back she left the other dangling over the front of
the seat cushion. The girl's aunt slipped the knot from the sash of her
dressing gown and parted it exposing herself completely including her wide
open pussy. Janice had to gasp at how beautiful she was. Her high round
firm breasts topped with large dark pink circles, her flat tummy and of
course the very wet looking deep pink crease between her legs. Her aunt's
womanhood looked so different than missus Gordon's. The much older woman
had darker thicker tissue around her opening, Aunt Samantha's was so fresh
looking in contrast. "I'm gonna show you how to touch yourself" her aunt
informed her "I think you should try to copy what I do as we go."

Janice felt her stomach do a flip. She really wanted the information but
she didn't know if she could go through with it. "Uh... couldn't you just
tell me?"

"I gotta show you honey `cause how would you understand... if I don't show
you" Samantha had already started to run her fingertips around her
protruding pink lips. "You don't need to be shy or embarrassed with me
Jan... Ooooo" the redhead's finger touched her clit as she was speaking and
the sensation made her wail. Janice felt the heat and pressure
building. Doing what her demonstrative aunt was doing sounded better by the
second. The girl was enthralled by the sight. "I like to start slow like
this usually" Samantha began explaining "I just run my fingers all over and
it feeeels soooo gooood...ugh" the girl's aunt was suddenly unsure she
could actually do this. `I've never tried to do narration while I play with
my pussy... can I actually talk coherently while I'm doing it?' her
question was quickly being answered as her womanhood began to twitch and
demand all of her attention.

The teenager finally couldn't stand it anymore so she began to clutch at
her crotch through her dress and already wet panties. "Not like that
Peanut" Samantha corrected and slipped off the couch to the floor in front
of her niece. Reaching under the girl's dress she grasped the waist band of
her underpants and began to tug. "Lift up sweetie" the kneeling woman
whispered and the teenager did. Janice raised her hips off the couch
feeling a tremendous rush of excitement. She had barely even touched her
own coochie and now her aunt was only about two feet away from it. Janice
looked at the kneeling woman's face and saw an expression she didn't fully
understand; it was pure lust. What seemed very clear was that her aunt
wanted to look between her legs very badly.

A light went on! Rita had wanted to see her naked too. When people really
want something they're usually willing to pay for it. Rita was already
paying her, not for her body, but what about the customers? Maybe she could
get more twenty dollar tips if she... the thought was superceded by her
aunt's hands sliding up her thighs and pushing her dress up with them. The
achy pressure in her pussy made her feel like she was going to
explode. Samantha was pushing outward on the tender teenaged thighs and
thinking about all the times she'd been babysitting her niece and helping
her in the bath or just getting dressed. The unsatisfied arousal from all
those times was now manifesting itself between her legs. "Open for me
honey" she pleaded and the slender thighs spread wide encouraged by the
pressure from her hands.

The beautiful virginal labia came into view and the red head inhaled
deeply, drinking in the scent of her niece's excitement. Her eyes naturally
followed the dew covered wings up to the protrusion at their apex. The
lighter pink head of Janice's clit looked like a miniature tongue sticking
out of the tiny mouth of its protective cover. The kneeling woman was
trying to maintain control but she just couldn't hold back. She had to
taste and suck the incredible treat. Her mouth enveloped most of the
pubescent vulva and sucked it in. Janice felt a wave of heat like nothing
she'd ever imagined race up from her crotch and swamp her brain. When her
aunt's tongue began to swirl around her rigid love button the wave of heat
exploded in her head and her hips shot up toward the pleasuring mouth. Her
thighs involuntarily clamped on the sides of Samantha's head and rolled to
the side. The red head had no option but to topple over. She didn't release
the suction on the spasming vulva, nor did she stop lashing the tender
little clit with her tongue. The teenager slid off the couch and wound up
on the floor with her aunt's head still imprisoned between her legs.

Samantha felt the violent jerking and thrusting subside to twitching before
she gently extricated herself. Sliding up beside the gasping teenager she
embraced her niece and kissed the moaning girl's face with her cum covered
lips. Janice was reveling in the feeling of deep contentment and felt like
she would be happy to spend the rest of her life lying right where she was
if she could just hold on to this feeling. Somewhere deep in her subdued
consciousness she was aware that the slippery goo that her aunt was
spreading all over her face was juice from her own pussy. The scent and
feel of the wetness ignited a need she'd never thought of before. Suddenly
she wanted to taste her aunt.

Janice unfolded herself from her aunt's arms and began to slide down the
redhead's soft pink body. Samantha gasped at the teenager's aggressive
maneuver. The fourteen year old was dragging her lips and tongue down the
older woman's torso as she slithered. `How in the world did she get the
idea to do that?' Samantha wondered briefly, but she was far too aroused to
go into in-depth analysis. The tender adolescent tongue actually poked into
her navel on the way to the steaming wet pudding below. The exploring
tongue skirted the red fuzz of the landing strip and lapped at the thick
outer lip before re-centering and making a circuit of the delicate pink
protruding interior lips. "Aaaghrr... oh fuck!" the prone woman wailed at
the mind boggling sensation.

Janice was thrilled by the sweet fragrance. It was somewhat like her own
yet different too. She loved the feel of her aunt's labia on her tongue but
was slightly disappointed that it didn't taste like it smelled; in fact it
had almost no flavor at all. `Maybe I have to go deeper' the teen
reckoned. She began lapping like a hungry kitten up the length of the
pretty pink crease, pushing her tongue between the slippery spongy lips. At
the top of each stroke she felt a very firm little bump under her hard
working tongue. Each time she hit that point her aunt issued a little
scream of pleasure. She remembered how Rita had positioned her hand on
missus Gordon's pussy. That interesting lump at the top was very important.

Samantha had worked herself into frenzy even before her niece started
licking. Sitting on the arm of the couch showing off her coochie to the
teenager while she stroked it was about as erotic an intro as she could
have imagined. Sucking the girl's virginal little slit had her sailing on a
high level of the arousal plateau. The sporadic almost accidental
collisions between the lapping tongue and her aching clit were too
much. She needed to cum but she couldn't. Reaching down she aggressively
pulled her engorged labia wide apart. "Suck my clit... pleeeease" she
wailed.

Janice was unfamiliar with the terminology, but she was bright enough to
conclude that the pale pink peg the size of a navy bean that was now
sticking straight out from her aunt's cunt was the part she wanted
sucked. The teenager greedily complied, sucking voraciously on the older
woman's love button. The simultaneous tongue lashing she gave it was
instinctive. Within seconds the auburn haired teen had to hold on to her
aunt's trashing hips with all her might.

The explosion of pleasure from her crotch skyrocketed the red head into the
world of flashing lights and spinning patterns. The inside of her head
turned into an over lit kaleidoscope while unbelievable sensations of pure
joy washed over her body. When the spasming stopped she looked up to see
her sweet little niece kneeling between her legs smiling.

Crunching her well conditioned abs she sat up and dragged the teenager back
down to the floor with her. Laying there in the tender embrace Samantha
finally broke the silence "Wow peanut you learn fast!" the teen raised
herself onto her elbow and looked into her aunt's contented face.

"Did I do OK?" the girl asked begging for reinforcement.

"Oh you did much better than OK" the reclining older woman assured
her. Intent on understanding as well as expanding her knowledge the auburn
haired cutie asked

"What's a clit?" the question drove home the girl's extreme innocence again
to the fluently bi-sexual red head.

"Well honey it's the little button up at the top of your pussy. The full
name is clitoris, but most people shorten it to clit. That's where a lot of
the really good feelings that make you have an orgasm come from."

"Oh" the girl acknowledged "does everybody have one?"

"Every WOMAN has one" aunt Sam explained "boys and men have penises... you
know what a penis is don't you?" Janice was embarrassed for just a
moment. She sort of knew but she wasn't really sure about all that
stuff. Something made her feel kind of dumb that she didn't know. `It's
better to be honest' she decided `this is my chance to get answers but
she's not gonna tell me if I make like I already know.' After the
reflective pause Jan answered

"Well sort of..." Samantha was shocked `What the fuck is wrong with our
school system if a girl can get halfway through puberty and not be sure
what a dick is... and what the hell is Kathy doing... she should have had
this conversation two or three years ago.' Incriminations were not going to
be helpful at this juncture.

"Sweetie we're gonna have to go right back to the birds and the bees" her
aunt predicted.

For the next hour the twenty-eight year old walked her niece though the
sexual forest. She went to her bedroom and got her porn magazines from the
nightstand for illustration. The first half of the tutorial was straight
forward explanation of the male and female reproductive systems and how
babies are made. Up to that point Samantha hadn't said or done anything a
responsible parent or teacher wouldn't have. It was when she got into fine
detail about the construction of the penis and vulva and the various ways
of stimulating them that she stepped over a line.

When Aunt Samantha suggested they move the class to her bedroom Janice was
far too enthralled to argue. By that time that tight sensation between her
legs was back, and now that she knew what needed to be done to relieve the
tension she could no longer simply endure it. When her aunt opened her toy
box to further illustrate her lesson the teenager felt the thrilling spasms
start. She could hardly wait for the demonstration to begin.


Next: Janice has an epiphany that shapes the rest of her life.