Date: Thu, 25 Nov 1999 12:02:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-14

Margaret 14, Friday

Friday morning dawned bright and cheerful, as Alicia
parted the curtains to let the daylight in.  "There's
coffee on in the kitchen," she told me.  "The twins
are already gone to school, and Rachel and I have to
get moving too."

She gave me a quick good-by kiss, both nipples and
lips, before charging out the door.  I looked at my
bedside clock.  It said 10:20.  I wanted to do some
household cleanup, so I tossed on some old jeans and a
sweat-shirt, and headed downstairs to the kitchen
where the remains of a pot of coffee was still on the
warmer.
I had just finished the last of the coffee, and was
contemplating cleaning the kitchen floor when the
doorbell rang.  I walked down the hall and opened the
door.   Then I inwardly groaned at the sight of two
women with their copies of Awake and Watchtower.  The
taller one was a thin brunette, with her hair tied
back so tight that her face must have hurt.  The
shorter and younger one had flowing blonde hair that
draped perfectly over the shoulders of her blazer. The
whole neighborhood was infested with these Jehovah's
Witnesses, and I was tired of politely telling them to
go away.  It was time for a new strategy, so I let
them in and guided them to the parlour, inviting them
to sit on the couch.  "You just wait right there while
I make some tea." I told them.

As soon as I was out of their sight, I ran to my
bedroom to change.  Off came my jeans and sweatshirt.
I hadn't been wearing a bra, but I put one on now; a
lacy little thing that barely supported my 36Cs
without covering my nipples.  Then I put on a matching
white lace thong and garter belt, with fine silk
stockings.  I gave my hair a quick brush, and looked
at myself in the mirror.  'Not bad,' I told myself.
One look at me in this get-up, and those Bible-bitches
would run and never look back.

I don't know why, but on my way back I stopped by the
kitchen to plug in the kettle.  Maybe I just needed to
get up my nerve.  Then I swaggered back into the
parlour.  "The tea will be a few more minutes." I
announced as I walked right up to the young blonde,
and boldly straddled her lap, with my knees on the
couch outside of her legs.  Taking her head in my
hands, I leaned over and kissed her, hard.  She opened
her mouth to object, and I slipped my tongue inside,
lasciviously licking and exploring.

The older brunette jumped to her feet and grabbed me
by the shoulders, frantically pulling me off of her
friend.  I guess she was scared, because with one hand
on my bra-strap she managed to throw me to the floor.
Then both were up and ran out of the house.  I just
lay there on the soft carpet, and laughed.  I would
never see them again, and hopefully the word would get
around that the Witnesses should leave me alone.

Finally I heard the whistle of the kettle, and got up
to make myself a cup of tea.  As I sat in a kitchen
chair and slowly sipped, I smiled.  I had finally
figured out a way to get rid of the JWs!  Then the
doorbell rang.  I had no clothes in the kitchen, but
at that point I didn't care.  I ran to the door and
looked through the peep-hole.  It was Them!

It was the same two Witnesses who had just fled,
apparently back for a second round.  I opened the door
and glared at them.

"We're sorry to have run out on you before, but if you
would still like to hear the Word of God, we will not
abandon your soul!" said the one who had wrestled me
to the floor.

I stared at them in disbelief.  My trick hadn't worked
after all.  "What are you going to do?" I asked,
"Throw me on the ground again?"

The little blonde spoke up, "We ask your forgiveness
for that act, for we were frightened, but the Lord God
requires that we try to persuade you to repent your
evil ways.  Therefor we will act as guests in your
house, obedient to your will, as long as we may bring
you His Word."

This was too weird.  So I asked, "You mean as long as
I let you read to me from the Bible, you will do
anything else I say?"  They both slowly nodded.  "And
can I pick the particular parts of the Bible I want
you to read?"

This request took them aback.  I think they assumed
that anyone like me would have little knowledge of the
Bible to choose from.  But the young blonde told me,
"Certainly, the Word of the Lord will help in all
circumstances."

Pressing my luck, I demanded, "And will you read it
slowly, and with great feeling?"  This they had no
problem with, and agreed to right away.

Incredulous, I had to ask, "And you think that reading
the Bible to me will cause me to give up my evil
ways?"  They both solemnly assured me that they were
sure that the power of The Word, would save my soul.

"Then come into my parlour," I told them dramatically,
"and test the power of your Word of God."  We
re-entered the living room, and I directed the
brunette to sit in my favorite armchair.  Then I asked
her to turn in her Bible to 'The Song of Solomon'
chapter 1, verse 2.  She began to read:

"Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, for thy
love is better than wine.  Because of the savour of
thy good ointments, thy name is as ointments poured
forth, therefore do the virgins love thee."

As the older brunette read from the Bible, I once
again straddled the pretty blonde's lap, and I kissed
her on her soft virginal lips, and softly repeated to
her, "therefore do the virgins love thee."

I began to unbutton her blouse as her partner
continued:  "Draw me, we will run after thee, the king
hath brought me into his chambers.  We will be glad
and rejoice in thee.  We will remember thy love more
than wine.  The upright love thee...."

"If I were a man, I would be upright.  I would be hard
as stone to love thee", I whispered to the blonde girl
as I pulled her blouse free of her skirt, and began to
push it and her jacket off her creamy shoulders.

The brunette continued ".... A bundle of myrrh is my
well-beloved unto me.  He shall lie all night between
my breasts..."  as I released the catch of the blonde's
front-closing bra.  ".... Behold thou art fair my love.
Behold thou art fair.  Thou hast dove's eyes."

The older woman's voice was like a serenade as I
kissed my blonde captive again.  "Behold thou art fair
my love, yea pleasant.  Also, our bed is green."
My hands closed on the younger woman's hard nipples as
the voice kept on, "comfort me with apples, for I am
sick with love.  His left hand is under my head, and
his right hand doth embrace me."  Again I reached
behind her head with my left hand, and drew her to me
for another long kiss, as my right continued to play
with her nipples.

The words of the Holy Bible kept coming in a
relentless tide, "As the apple tree among the trees of
the wood, so is my beloved among the sons.  I sat down
under his shadow with great delight, and his fruit was
sweet to my taste."  As I heard these words I slid off
of the pretty blonde's lap to kneel on the floor
before her, and I leaned to taste the fruit of her
naked chest.  And I found that The Word of God was
right.  Her hard pink nipples were sweet, very sweet,
and the words continued, "He brought me to the
banqueting house, and his banner over me was love."
This too was true, for the banquet spread before me
was the very image and taste of love.

The voice of the older woman receded as I feasted at
the biblical banquet, until I heard, "My beloved
spake, and said unto me, rise up my love, my fair one,
and come away."

And I obeyed the Word of the Lord, and I rose up to
stand before the pretty blonde, and took her by the
hand so that she also rose, and her naked breasts
brushed against my bra, and a look of sexual abandon
suffused her fair features.  Then I reached to unzip
her skirt, and it fell to the floor, revealing lovely
nylon bikini panties.

The older woman's voice started to take on a new tone
as she watched me fondle her co-worker.  With a
certain huskiness, she continued, "O my dove, that art
in the clefts of the stairs, let me see thy
countenance, let me hear thy voice, for sweet is thy
voice..."   And this too was true, as I slipped my hand
into the girl's panties, and began to explore her
cleft.  She began to moan in her passion, and her
voice was sweet.  And I kissed her mouth and her sweet
breasts as I probed her secret places inside her
tantalizing panties with my fingers, as the words of
the Song of Solomon washed over us, making us both wet
with passion.  And still the older woman continued,
"Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse;
thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes,
with one chain of thy neck.  How fair is thy love, my
sister, my spouse!  How much better is thy love than
wine!  And the smell of thine ointments than all
spices!  Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb:
 honey and milk are under thy tongue..."

The older woman kept on reading raggedly, as I tasted
my victim's lips, and sucked at her breasts for the
promised milk, and withdrew the honey from between her
thighs.  I knelt before her and pulled the panties
down her smooth young legs, exposing the sparse
foliage of the center of her lust.  The reading moved
on to Chapter 5, and I heard the words, "I have eaten
my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with
my milk, eat, O friends, drink, yea drink abundantly,
O beloved."

Obedient to the Word of God, I gently pushed the naked
blonde girl back to sit on the couch, and as I knelt
between her creamy thighs I did eat, and I did drink
abundantly.  And the woman who was reading could
barely choke out the words of the Bible, "my heart
waketh, it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh,
saying, Open to me my sister, my love, my dove, my
undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my
locks with the drops of the night."

And even so, it was, as my pretty blonde came to her
climax, and her dew poured forth onto my eager lips,
and she kept on cumming until I could lick up no more,
and much of her spending was mixed with my hair.

With a frightening wail, the older JW forced herself
to continue reading.  Startled, I turned to where she
still sat in my favorite armchair, and was startled to
see that her skirt was up around her waist, her
panties discarded on the floor, as she masturbated
herself furiously with one hand while she held the
Holy Book with the other.  "My beloved put his hand by
the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for
him"  she cried, and I moved to fulfill the Word of
the Bible.  Somewhat brutally, I thrust my finger into
her exposed rectum, as she continued to shriek, "I
rose up to open to my beloved..." and indeed her thighs
did open up further; inviting, no, demanding any crude
invasion as she forced herself to keep reading, "my
hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with
sweet-smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock!"
And then she too came, and when I withdrew my finger
from her ass-hole, it wasn't exactly covered with
sweet-smelling myrrh.

The Witness with the dark hair struggled to read just
a bit more from the Sacred Scriptures, "I opened to my
beloved, but my beloved...    had...    withdrawn..."  And
then she could read no more.

Gently I led the pretty blonde to kneel at her
partner's feet, and urged them to dress each other,
taking every opportunity to caress each other's
private parts.  By the time they were both presentable
for the street again, they were clearly full of lust
for each other, and I sent them forth to fulfill the
word of the Lord, and have glorious sex with each
other as often as possible.
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I returned to the kitchen and got out the mop to clean
the floor.  I was scrubbing away when Jessica got home
from school.  She was full of excitement,  "Hi Mom,
how come the sexy get-up to mop the floor?"

I briefly explained about the JWs, and she was visibly
impressed, but she had news of her own to tell me.
"Mom, you won't believe what happened today!"

I let my mop against the counter and regarded my
youngest daughter, younger by four minutes than her
twin Elizabeth.  Teasing her, I took another slow sip
of coffee, before asking, "So what did happen?"

"It was so cool!  I was finished class for the day, so
I decided to run home.  I was making pretty good time
through the Forest Heights neighborhood until I got a
major charlie-horse.  My leg just cramped right up and
I fell down on this stranger's lawn, moaning and
groaning. I tried to massage the cramp out, but it
wasn't working very well.  A few minutes later a
pretty lady came out of the house and asked what the
trouble was, and when I told her I had a leg cramp she
said I should go inside where it was warmer.  As she
helped me into the house I noticed that she was in her
early twenties, about 5'6" tall, with shoulder-length
blonde hair, cool blue eyes, and not much in the chest
department.  Her short shorts and halter-top showed
that she had a really nice slim figure.  I asked her
name.  "Rita" she said.

She took me to a bedroom, where she laid me face down
on the big bed.  I kept on trying to rub the kink out
of my leg.  "Would some massage oil help?" she asked.
I said it would, and in a moment she came back with a
bottle of 'Kama Sutra' body oil.  She sat down beside
me on the edge of the bed, and took over rubbing my
hamstring.

Mom, she had real magic fingers, and slowly, my
muscles began to relax.  I spread my legs wide so she
could massage high up the inside of my thigh.  As the
cramp started to go away, those hands started to
create a new feeling in me.  Yes, you know what kind
of feeling.  I could feel myself getting wet down
there, and I hoped Rita would notice.

Rita worked her way up my hamstring until she got to
the bottom of my jogging shorts.  "Sweetie," she said
softly, "If I'm going to go much further, I need to
take off your shorts.  Is that OK?"  I said it was,
and lifted my hips slightly so she could slide my
shorts and panties down and off.  She used that moment
to move and kneel between my legs.

Rita started in again on my upper thigh and soon
progressed onto my bum.  Even I could smell the aroma
of my own excitement, and where she was kneeling she
couldn't possibly be unaware, and she wasn't.  As my
muscles relaxed, her skilled hands became less
therapeutic and more sensual.  Her fingertips traced
lightly up and down the crack of my ass, then I felt a
warm dribble of massage oil dribbling down that same
place.  She had relaxed me so well that her oil-soaked
finger slid easily into my ass hole, and began to
glide sensuously in and out.  'Does that feel nice?
Do you want me to stop doing that?' Rita asked.

"Mmmmmm" my moan was my only reply.

"RITA!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"  Rita's finger abruptly
was snatched from my ass.  I looked over my shoulder
to see who this was.  There was a tall elegant woman
in her early forties, wearing a simple white shirt and
crisp beige slacks with a razor-sharp crease.

"Uh, nothing, Mother." my pretty masseuse said.

"Do you call that nothing?  Abusing that poor little
girl like that?  That's disgusting!"  The woman pulled
a simple chair up beside the bed and sat.
"Over my lap, Rita!"

Rita protested, but it was no use.  Her mother was too
demanding.  So she slowly moved off the bed and began
to lie across her mother's thighs, but the older woman
said, "Stop!  Strip!"  Again Rita's protests were in
vain, as her mother said, "That girl is practically
naked!  So you must be naked as you receive your
punishment.  Right now, Rita, before I ask this girl
to do it for you!"

Rita finally balked, "I won't do it!"

Her mother looked at me and said, "Rita has been a
very naughty girl.  She needs to be punished, and she
needs for you to take her clothes off so she can
receive her punishment."

So I got up from the bed, "You really have been nasty,
Rita, sticking your finger up my bum like that."  I
put my hands on her slim waist and slid them upward,
collecting her tank top as my hands approached her
small breasts.  "I love it when a pretty girl is nasty
with me."  She raised her arms to allow me to lift the
top off over her head.  Then I knelt down before her,
my hands returning to her waist, then sliding down to
collect the waistline of her shorts and panties and
pull them down her silky thighs.  She had no
pussy-hair at all!  Her mound was totally smooth, and
her inner pink pussy lips protruded wetly out from
between her outer lips.  The scent of her excitement
was almost overwhelming as I slid her shorts and
panties down her legs.

Rita stepped out of her shorts, and her mother grabbed
her by the wrist, pulling her down over her lap.  The
older woman started raining open-handed slaps on
Rita's smooth pale ass.  "You too!" she said to me.
"Spank her naughty bum!"  So I joined into Rita's
spanking, alternating my slaps with her mother's.
Rita's hips gyrated and writhed, but I was pretty sure
she wasn't really trying to evade our stinging smacks
on her bottom.  She seemed to be trying to rub her
naked pussy against her mother's thigh.

Rita spread her legs wide, ostensibly to keep her
balance, but it certainly exposed her pussy lips to
our blows.  We spanked a little way down the backs of
her thighs, and our fingers often smacked her open
sex.  She started to moan, then her moans got louder
and louder.  "Ohhhhhh!" she wailed as a gush of
girl-fluid erupted from her cunt and began to dribble
down her thigh.  My next slap against her thigh
actually made a splash!

"That's enough!" the older woman declared.  "Rita, you
have received your punishment, but you still must show
us how sorry you are.  Are you ready to do that?"

"Yes."  Rita whimpered, but I couldn't tell whether
her subdued voice resulted from her spanking or her
orgasm.
"Fine," the mother declared, "Then get on your back on
the bed."  Rita got up from her mother's lap and
stretched out across the big bed.  Her mother
continued, "You didn't have any problem putting your
finger into this poor girl's bottom.  Now you must
show how sorry you are by kissing it better."
Well you bet it didn't take me long to kneel over
Rita's face and lower my ass on her waiting tongue.
The mother quickly stripped, revealing a well kept
body that looked too young to have parented a
21-year-old.  She was deeply tanned, with striking tan
lines that revealed a love of sunbathing in a very
tiny bikini.  She knelt on the bed between her
daughter's legs and lifted Rita's ankles up in a big
V, and handed them to me above Rita's chest.  I held
those ankles high and wide, as the mother's tongue
dove into her crotch.

That tongue seemed to slide so easily around Rita's
glistening shaven pussy.  It looked totally erotic.  I
could almost feel it myself, as if it was me that was
shaven with my mom sucking on my pussy.  I wiggled my
ass down harder on Rita's questing tongue, and she
gave me a totally awesome tongue-fuck.  I could feel a
kind of vibration as Rita moaned, almost screamed into
my ass hole.  She started to buck her hips hard up
into her mom's mouth, and I had to really hold on to
her ankles, keeping her legs apart while her mom
lapped at her cunt.  Suddenly Rita's whole body went
rigid, just quivering from her orgasm.  Even her
tongue seemed stuck in my ass as her mom just kept
swirling her tongue around Rita's naked and exposed
clit.  She stayed just vibrating like that for
minutes, having a great long continuous climax until
she just couldn't take it any more, and she collapsed
with a great yell into my ass.

I let go of Rita's legs, and both her mom and I laid
down beside her.  I started sucking on one of Rita's
little A-cup titties while her mother attacked the
other.  I reached down and started to slide my hand
over Rita's slick wet pussy.  It felt so wonderful and
smooth, I couldn't help myself.  I climbed on top of
her in a 69, and buried my face between her thighs.  I
didn't hardly even kiss her at first.  I just slid my
cheeks and lips around her pussy, which was so wet
with her mom's licking and her own cum.  With no
scratchy pubes in the way I mashed my face into her
cunt lips and started to lick and suck like crazy.

I could feel her tongue gently teasing my clit and I
went totally insane, sucking on her vagina to get
every last drop of her cum.  Mom, you know how I love
the taste of cum, but with Rita the best thing was
getting her juices all over my face as I slid it
around in her slick crotch.  Rita's mother started to
finger-fuck my cunt and I came like crazy, but all I
could think of was how amazingly sexy Rita's shaven
pussy felt.

Mom, I just have to shave my pussy!  How about
tomorrow?  I want to feel your face licking me down
there without any hair in the way.  Will you still
love me if I don't have any hair down there?"

I assured Jessie that I would always love her no
matter what, and that I would love to suck her shaven
cunt, then I asked her how her encounter with Rita had
ended.

"Oh, I rolled off of Rita and just lay there on the
bed, as her mom got on top of her and they started
humping against each others' thighs.  They seemed so
lost in each other that I decided the best thing to do
was to just get up and sneak out.  Quietly I got up
from the bed and got dressed, but I left my panties
for them to remember me by, and I swiped theirs.  The
last I saw them they were lost in each other's arms,
kissing like crazy and grabbing at each other's boobs
as they ground their pussies together."
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Dear Readers, Please read my other stories: 'Parvah',
and 'Steven Cums to Stay' in the bisexual adult-youth
area.  Let me know if you think either story line is
worth continuing.

To the real Rita, thank you so much for your story
idea.  I hope I did it justice.

kisses,  Selena