Date: Thu, 2 Dec 1999 10:50:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-15

Margaret 15 , Friday Night Party

As a glorious sunset faded into the dark, twinkling lights came on
inside the bandstand with the padded floor.  I had dressed my daughters
and Alicia in sheer white baby-dolls, and they were put to work
receiving Tracy's guests.  Little Linda, of our encounter in the pond
had been conscripted to tend the bar, while Nicole in her French maid
outfit served hors-d'oeuvres from the buffet table, in between changing
CDs in the sound system.  Tracy obviously had fine taste in music, as
the voices of Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald hung in the still
evening air.

Tracy looked stunning in a blue-sequined strapless party dress.  She
was absolutely thrilled to be able to introduce her friends to LC.  The
supermodel was dressed in a gold belly-dancer outfit.  "I wore it in
the French language movie of Sheherezade" she explained.

The youngest girls there were from somewhere in the Middle East,
daughters of the president of an Arab oil company.  I guessed that they
had been invited because of their parents' political and financial
connections.  Their names were Misha and Shira, and they were cute as
could be.

Then there was 18-year-old Darah.  She was tall and aristocratic, with
ash-blonde hair pinned formally up on the back of her head, revealing
expensive pearl earrings.  Her shiny spandex micro-dress showed off
every curve of her body, and its form-hugging hem led straight onto
spectacular long slim legs.  She was the daughter of the former
ambassador to Switzerland.  Darah seemed naturally shy, but when I
asked her about her life in Europe, she had some funny stories about
food-fights in the embassy kitchen.  I liked her.

The last guest was Jill Upton, the senator's 23-year-old daughter.  She
wore the school uniform of Victoria Academy.  "Just a bit of nostalgia
for the old school," she explained, "I went there for years and used to
help Tracy with her homework."  Only about 5'2" tall, her wild
dusty-blond hair framed huge grey eyes that twinkled with fun.  She
instantly hit it off with the two little girls from the Middle East,
and somehow it didn't seem odd to see the three of them attempting a
dance that looked like a hula, to the soft music of Billie Holiday's
voice.

I was the least dressed person present, having elected to wear only a
tiny red lace teddy.  The back of it was almost non-existent, with just
a slim waist-band that dipped down into a half-inch wide thong back
that ran down the crack of my ass.  I would have liked to wear spike
heels with that outfit, but out of consideration for the soft floor
mats, shoes were left on the grass outside.

A small area right in the middle of the bandstand was lit with two
spotlights, and Tracy stepped into it and clapped her hands for
attention.  "Ladies, tonight our special guest, the wonderful fashion
model LC, has agreed to start off the entertainment!  Nicole, the music
please!"

The trill of a Mid-Eastern flute floated on the night air, and was
joined by the quick beat of a small drum as LC stepped into the
spotlight.  Raising her arms slowly in a great arc above her head, her
hips began to rotate.  LC's chest and shoulders stayed absolutely still
as her arms and hips moved in amazing patterns to the beat of the
music. My attention was drawn to her bare midriff, and the wonderful
display of controlled muscle in her tummy as her hips moved faster and
faster while her bra moved not a millimeter.

LC wore a tiny open-fronted vest over her coin-spangled bra, and we all
watched, fascinated, as one of her hands slid up her back and released
the band of her bra.  Then one arm at a time slid sinuously out of its
armhole of her vest then re-appeared.  Slowly and gracefully, LC drew
her bra out from under the little vest, and we were treated to the
sight of her lovely full breasts with their small pale-brown nipples.
She tossed the bra aside, and Darah caught it.  Darah held the bra up
to her own chest, and laughed as it was obvious that the bra was much
to large for her slim chest.

LC's dance continued as her hands ran down her sides to her wildly
gyrating hips.  Delicately, her fingers plucked at a couple of strings
there, and the g-string under her sheer skirt fell toward the floor.
Expertly, she caught the fallen scrap of cloth on her toe, and kicked
it away.  It landed on the bar, and I noticed Linda pick it up and hold
the cloth to her nose, inhaling deeply.  I felt a moment of jealousy,
but ah well, yesterday I had received that smell and taste right from
the source!

Suddenly little Misha and Shira ran up to stand on either side of LC.
They started to do the same dance, showing remarkable control over
their young bodies.  They were still fully dressed in little black
tunics over white shirts, while the famous model between them wore only
an open vest and golden transparent skirt.  The music started to pick
up speed, as LC's hand went to the waistband of her skirt.  As her hips
swiveled erotically in time to the drum-beat, a hand slowly lifted from
her side, carrying with it a transparent golden scarf.  It was only
then that I realized that her skirt was composed of a simple
waist-band, with sheer scarves tucked into it.

My attention was drawn to young Misha, who was vibrating her hips in a
most fascinating way.  Her arms were moving identically with LC's and
her younger sister's, but as I gazed at her a pair of plain white
cotton panties slowly slid down her legs, appearing beneath her black
jumper.  I looked over at little Shira, and her panties were falling
down too!  These girls had learned how to take their little panties off
without using their hands at all!

Seconds later, the underwear hit the floor and the girls kicked the
garments away.  Shira's landed at my feet, while Misha's ended up near
Jill.  We both knelt to pick up the panties and shared a secret smile
as we simultaneously sniffed the scent of pubescent pussy.

As LC plucked a second scarf from her waistband, the little girls'
hands went to the buttons down the front of their jumpers, and slowly
began to undo them.  Somehow the two girls seemed to be so in tune with
each other that their buttons opened in unison, 5... 4... 3... 2... 1 and
with a suggestive shrug of their little shoulders the jumpers fell to the
floor.

LC discarded her second scarf, and then her third, leaving both hips
naked and only the thinnest of cloth hanging in front of her lovely
sex. The dusky-hued youngsters stood in place, gyrating their hips in
perfect time to the famous model.  Their shirts didn't come quite down
to cover their crotches, and I could see that each of them had a thin
chain with a bead on the end, bouncing joyfully into their private
parts.  Still keeping their swinging hips totally coordinated with LC's
they began to unbutton their shirts.

LC's fourth and fifth scarf went flying, to the ever louder, more
pulsating drum beat and the insistent call of the flute.  The little
girls finished unbuttoning their shirts and continued the dance with
the last of their garments hanging open, while LC reached behind
herself to grab the last shred of fabric that covered her ass.  The
sixth scarf was caught by Rachel as the dance went into overdrive.  The
pounding drumbeat seemed to lift the dancers into a frenzy as the
little girls threw away their shirts and LC discarded the last scarf of
her former skirt.

In perfect time with each other, the three kept their hips pulsing to
the music, thrusting their pelvises forward in a way that had all of us
onlookers wet inside our panties.  LC was left in only bracelets, upper
arm-bands and the jingly belt, while the youngsters each wore only a
fine gold chain around their waists, with the flying little bead
dangling at just the right height to bounce against their sex.  Misha
had just the beginnings of pubic hair, but her younger sister Shira was
totally smooth down there, and I stared in fascination as her little
bead danced its own little dance against her slightly-open slit.  The
music soared to a pounding climax and suddenly STOPPED!

The three dancers froze, and there was a moment of total silence, as
the rest of us looked on in awe.  Then applause broke out and we all
cheered.  "Where did you learn that cool dance?" Rachel asked Misha.
"Is it an ancient folk dance or something?"

Misha and her sister exchanged glances, then the older sister replied,
"Not exactly.  Our women learn to belly dance, but we learned the Dance
of the Seven Veils by watching the video of LC in Sheherezade!"

"Well, I think you were both wonderful!" Jill said as she knelt before
the two youngsters and gathered them in her arms.  On her knees, Jill
was just Shira's height, and not much shorter than Misha.  They began
to share a three-way kiss, and Jill's arms wrapped around them.  Her
hands firmly cupped their tiny asses.  "Well, you two, let's see if we
have anything for you to wear."   Jill led the two girls over to one of
my lingerie racks, and the young ones were instantly attracted to some
bra-and-panty sets made from lace with gold threads glittering through
them.  Misha reached for a dark-blue set, while Shira wanted the
emerald green.  As they tried the sets on, my heart sank.  The smallest
bra size I had was a 30A, and the smallest panty I had was simply
labeled 'S'.  Misha could wear a 30A bra, but the rest of my lingerie
hung limply from their hips, and Shira's tiny chest.  I made a note to
insist that EROS develop a line of lingerie for young teens and
pre-teens.  "That's OK" Jill told them, "We can still have fun.  Let's
go get something to drink."  They wandered off to the bar.

Tracy came over and asked for something for LC to wear, and I found a
long flowing sheer robe with silver lace trim and sash.  Silhouetted
against the center spotlight, LC was the very image of Aphrodite, the
ancient goddess of love.  The soft strains of classical jazz and early
Motown returned to the night air as Tracy and LC drifted away and
started to dance.  They kissed, and as the kiss lingered on and on,
Tracy's hands slipped inside LC's robe to play with her
obviously-excited breasts.  LC's nipples were not wide across, but they
stuck out a good 3/4 of an inch.  Since she was both taller than Tracy,
and wearing 3-inch heels, Tracy didn't have far to bend over to take a
nipple into her mouth, and so the two kept dancing as the voice of Ella
Fitzgerald sang Blues in the Night.

"Don't they look wonderful together?"  I tore my gaze from the sexy
sight of Tracy and LC dancing, to greet young Darah.  She seemed to
want to talk.  "I've known about the Sapphire Club for a long time,"
she told me, "but I've never been here before.  I think it's wonderful
that women can be so open with each other, but I don't know if I could
do that."

"You mean you've never kissed a woman before?" I asked.

"Oh no." Darah told me.  "Living in embassies all my life?  Daddy would
have a fit if he caught me!"

"Well, your daddy isn't here tonight."  I reminded her.  "Would you
like to kiss me?"  The girl looked at me shyly, then slowly extended
puckered lips to peck me on the cheek.  At the last moment I turned my
head to catch her lips on mine.  Gently I put a hand on the back of the
young virgin's head to hold her lips to mine.  My tongue teased at her
mouth and gradually her lips parted to admit me.

I wrapped my arms around lovely young Darah, and we started to dance to
the slow sensuous blues music.  She whispered in my ear, "I think that
was the nicest kiss I ever had."  She held me close, as if needing the
reassurance of knowing that I was real.

"I loved it too." I whispered back.  "Do you want to make love?"

"I, I think so.  But I've never even done it with a boy.  I don't think
I know how."

Over Darah's shoulder I saw Nicole take over at the bar, as Linda and
the twins descended from the band shell and got into a golf cart.  They
disappeared into the night, and I turned my attention back to my dance
partner.  "Don't worry about knowing how."  I told her.  "My first time
with a woman was less than two weeks ago, and I just let it happen."

"Was it nice?"  the girl asked.

"It was the most fabulous experience of my life."  I whispered.  Then I
added, "Why don't you let your hands go a little lower?"  Darah's hands
drifted down my back to cup my naked ass cheeks.  At about 5'9" tall,
she was close to 2" taller than me, and her strapless spandex dress
allowed the smooth skin of her shoulders to rest against my lips as we
danced.  I began to kiss my way along her collar-bone as we moved to
the music, and a little moan of pleasure escaped her lips.

She started to rub my ass, so I old her, "Mmmm, that feels good.  See?
You do know what to do.  Now I wonder what you're wearing under this
little dress."

Dara giggled as I lifted the hem of her dress.  "Just panty-hose," she
whispered, "and nothing else."

"Mmm, That will never do." I told her as my tongue traced a damp trail
up her throat toward her ear.  Raising my voice just a bit, I called
"Alicia!" and the little platinum blonde came running.  She was wearing
just a little lace g-string, having given the top of her sheer
baby-doll to young Misha.  "Sweetheart, I think Darah might be more
comfortable without her panty-hose.  Would you take care of that
please?"

Then I went back to nuzzling Darah's graceful neck.  She shuddered as I
slowly swirled my tongue around inside her ear.  "You don't like that?"
I whispered.

"Oh, that was a good shake, not a bad one."  my partner assured me.  "I
think I'm having a hormone-rush.  Please kiss me again!"

Behind Darah I could feel Alicia's lips begin to worship the younger
girl's ass as she pulled the panty-hose down those amazing long legs.
Darah's tongue attacked my mouth, spearing deep inside.  She began to
grind her hips against mine in time to the sinuous beat of the music.

Other sounds of other sex began to reach my ears.  Out of the corner of
my eye I could see Rachel lying on the bar, with Nicole's face buried
between her thighs, while under the spotlight Tracy and LC were locked
in a passionate 69.  The little girls were having fun too.  They had
completely stripped Jill, and then dressed her up in one of my
products, a pale-green satin bra and panty set.  Then they had found
some cream-filled eclairs on the food table, which they had broken open
and were taking turns dabbing the sweet filling on Jill's breasts, then
licking it off.

I returned my attention to the tall warm girl in my arms as she
abruptly broke off our kiss.  "Please," she whispered.  "Please love
me!"  Gently I led her over to the wide hand-rail that surrounded the
giant gazebo, and helped her sit.  Alicia helped her keep her balance
by putting an arm around her as she drew the front of Darah's dress
down.

Alicia's mouth was attracted to Darah's excited pointy little tits,
like a moth to a flame.  Darah gasped as Alicia began to lick one hard
nipple as she gently pinched the other.  Slowly I sank to my knees,
kissing my way down her slim waist.

Darah's thighs parted eagerly for me, revealing a tiny patch of pubic
hair just above her delicate pink slit.  Softly I blew a steady stream
of cooling air into her crack, and her lovely lips parted before my
eyes.  Oh how I longed to just dive in to that luscious love nest, but
I didn't want to be rough with this fragile virgin.  So I extended my
tongue and barely brushed it along the soft folds of her inner lips.

That was enough.  Darah came with an astonishing eruption of juices
that spattered my chin and dribbled down my front, saturating the red
lace of my teddy.  It was as if she had been saving girl cum all her
life to be released in that one moment. All thoughts of delicacy
vanished from my mind as I lunged forward, jabbing my tongue at her
tight tunnel in an effort to taste her remaining woman fluids.

Darah's vagina was so tight, my tongue could not penetrate.  It was
like the constricted nozzle of a garden hose, spewing forth divine
nectar into my waiting mouth.  Her hips bucked and thrashed so that I
couldn't always follow her delicious stream, and in minutes I was
covered in fuck juice.  Darah was so out of control that I was glad
Alicia was there to keep her from falling back off the handrail and
into the night.

Slowly the girl calmed down, and I got up from my knees.  The last CD
had finished playing, and I looked around at seven other girls and
women who had been watching Darah's first orgasm.  They stared at my
soaked teddy, and at the last dribbles of sex juice that were running
down Darah's thighs.  At last Rachel broke the silence of the night,
"Wow, Mom, That was absolutely awsome!"

Darah seemed to be getting her breath back, and she told me, "Margaret,
I want to buy that teddy you're wearing.  I want to take it home, and
I'm never going to wash it, ever!"
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Dear Readers, I'm sorry that I've been away from my computer for a few
days, but now I'm back and I hope you liked this story.  Special thanks
to the women who sent me their pictures, and I hope to write special
stories just for you :)     Selena33_ca@yahoo.com