Date: 5 Oct 2001 11:56:48 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Seducing Emily (Adult Youth f/F)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content
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Seducing Emily
By
Jan
My story starts in Savannah, Georgia. I came from a
comfortable southern family; not rich, just dedicated to living
the southern dream of how a family should live. I first saw
Emily standing on the sidewalk admiring my flower garden as I
was weeding it early one morning. I liked to get that chore done
early before the heat and humidity would make it too hot and
sweaty of a job. I just looked up as I wiped sweat from my brow
with the back of my gloved hand. This angelic little girl was
standing there with her book bag and lunch in hand. She was
obviously on her way to school.
"You have a very pretty garden Ma'am!" she said.
"Thank you Dear!" I responded.
"It must take a lot of work. I have noticed that you
always have flowers in bloom year round."
I told her, "I plant different flowers at different times so
that something is blooming as others have finished and need to
be cut back."
She said, "I better get to school before I'm late!" as she
waved her hand and headed down the street in the direction of
the local grammar school.
Seeing that child brought back memories of my childhood
growing up in Atlanta, Georgia. I was a precocious child and
found I had a strong desire to play with the bodies of other girls
at a very early age. Boys were of no interest to me. But I was
always finding ways to put my fingers in the panties of other
girls. I was drawn to the smell between their legs. When I
would find a playmate that would let me play with her I would
soon have her sitting on my face with her panties off so I could
smell her and lick her.
As I grew up I learned that girls that did that were called
dirty names and picked on, so I hid my desires from most of my
friends. I would find a girl every now and then that enjoyed
tasting the flesh between each other's legs as much as me and
we would be best friends for a long time. At least until their
families would move to far away for us to see each other
anymore.
When I was about eleven years old I met a neighbor
woman that had a garden very much like the one I have now. I
didn't know how old she was. At that age I couldn't tell her age,
she could have been any age from 35 to 45 as far as I knew.
I would see her on her knees working in her yard every
day. She would be in halter top and baggy shorts. She would be
weeding and pruning the flowers. In response to my questions
she explained that by pruning the buds it encouraged the
remaining buds to grow larger flowers and by culling wilting
flowers prevented the new flowers from wilting sooner.
I was soon helping her take care of her flowerbeds. When
we were done we would sit on the pouch and have iced tea. One
day I was facing her from her porch glider and she was sitting in
a large wicker chair. When she would change her position in the
chair I could see up the legs of her large shorts. I could see the
dark shading of her pink underpants at the crotch. I had seen my
mother's crotch enough to know that grown women had hair
between their legs. And judging by the dark color I could tell
she must have black hair between her legs.
She saw where my eyes were looking. She smiled at me
and deliberately spread her legs wide to make sure I got a good
view of her panties. When she was satisfied that I was getting
excited looking at her panties she asked, "Do you enjoyed
looking at my panties?"
"I, I, I, Yes!" I finally admitted. I had thought about
lying, but the tone of her voice was not angry, reproaching or
accusatory. It was a warm question.
She smiled at me again and asked, "Do you enjoyed
playing with girls bodies?"
I said, "I do when I know the girl will not tell on me!"
"That is a very mature answer for a girl so young. Would
you like to come into my home and discuss the subject more?"
She said.
I got the tingly feeling between my legs and said, "Yes!"
She stood up and gathered up our tea glasses and led the
way into the house. The house was dark and cool. I could smell
flowers in the parlor. She invited me to sit next to her on an old
Victorian love seat by patting the space next to her.
I sat next to her and she wrapped her arm around my waist
and drew me next to her. She asked me if I would like to see her
breasts?
I could only shake my head in approval. There was a
lump in my throat preventing me from talking.
She untied her halter-top and pulled the material away to
expose two large soft breasts that sagged a little. The areolas
stretched into oval shapes. They were much darker than my
mother's was.
"Would you like to feel them Honey?" She asked.
I just reached for them with both hands. I felt them from
underneath to see how heavy there were. As I lifted them up the
areolas returned to a round shape. I ran my fingers over the
nipples and felt them get harder to my touch.
She put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me to
her breast. I could smell a mix of the smell of dirt that was still
clinging to her knees and hands, sweat and her perfume. I
opened my mouth and took the offered nipple into my mouth
and sucked on it.
She was telling me, "Suck harder Honey! That feels so
good!" She pulled my mouth away from her nipple and I was
reluctant to let go. She asked, "Would you like to join me for a
shower and do more things?"
"Yes Ma'am!"
She stood up with her halter-top tangling from her
shoulders as she took my hand and led me upstairs to her
bedroom and adjoining bathroom. She sat on the toilet as she
undressed me. I had dressed like her to work in her yard, so I
was soon standing in front of her as nude as the day I was born.
Then she stood up and let her halter-top fall to the floor
and she stooped to remove her shoes. Her breasts swung like
pendulums. Then she unbuttoned the side of her shorts and
pulled the zipper down. They fell to the floor around her feet.
She was down to her large baggy pink underpants. They were
well worn and the elastic was loose around the legs.
When she put her hands inside the waist to pull them
down I saw that her lower tummy sagged a little below the
navel. Then the black hair was exposed. It was not that thick
but it was tangled. She lifted one leg at a time to step out of
them. In doing this I saw the flesh between the crack that hung
down like wrinkled flowers. I just had to reach out and touch
them. My mother's crack did not have exposed lips like this.
She stood still while I felt my first adult cunt. Then she
moved to the shower and opened the glass door and turned on
the water. She leaned in and felt the spray until she was
satisfied that it was the right temperature. I still had my hand on
her pubic mound with a finger in her wet cunt.
She pushed me into the shower and stood behind me as
we got wet. She picked up a bar of soap and a washrag and
proceeded to wash my body for me. She washed under my arm
and over my flat chest. I had to spread my legs wide so she
could wash my little cunt. Then she turned me around and had
me bend over as she ran the soapy rag up and down the crack of
my ass. She had me turn around and let the water rinse me off.
Then it was my turn to wash her.
I took the rag and soaped her arms and she lifted them so I
would wash under them. I spent a lot of time washing her
breasts. Then I washed her tummy and felt the soft flesh move
under my touch. Then I ran my hand through her hairy garden.
She shuddered a little as my fingers slipped between the lips of
her cunt and touch that nub at the top of the valley she later told
me was our clitoris. Then she turned her back to me and bent
over. I knew what she wanted me to wash. I lathered up the
mounds of flesh that was her ass. Then as I ran the soapy rag
between the valley I saw that her anus was circled with strands
of black hair. As my fingers touched her anus it puckered up
like it wanted to be kissed.
She rinsed the soap off and we reached out side for a
couple of large terrycloth towels. We dried each other off.
Then she led me to her bedroom and we got on the bed. She
encouraged me to touch her body. Then she turned over so she
could kiss me and suck on my flesh. My breasts were just little
swells of fat with pink areolas on them. I had no visible nipples
yet. But she seemed to enjoy sucking on my breasts. She kissed
her way to my crotch and got between my legs and lifted them
up until my knees were almost next to my ears. Then she licked
my crack. I felt a thrill I had never felt from letting another girl
touching my cunt. When her tongue touched my anus I almost
felt like I was going to pee. Then she licked up the valley until
her tongue touched that little nub of flesh and she sucked it into
her mouth. It was not long before I lost control. I had what she
told me was a climax. I almost passed out and I did pee in her
face. She did not turn her head away. She just put her mouth
over the opening and drank my pee.
When I was finished she moved back up next to me and
kissed me on the cheek and told me I was the sweetest girl she
had ever had. I looked at her and asked naively, if I could kiss
her the way she had done to me? She assured me that I could
kiss her anyplace I wanted.
I rolled over on top of her larger body and started kissing
her mouth. I could taste my pussy and my pee on her mouth.
Rather than be repulsed, I was even more excited. Then I slid
down the front of her body on my way to her breasts. When I
pressed my face into the soft pillows of flesh they formed to the
shape of my face, making it impossible to breath until I sucked a
nipple into my mouth and pulled my head back stretching the
flesh out into a tee-pee shape. I was in heaven sucking on her
breasts. But I felt her hairy crotch moving under my tummy
telling me she wanted me to kiss it like she had done to me.
I licked my way down her body past her navel and
through her hairy garden with my tongue. Her clit was hooded
with skin that turned into those fat labia folds of flesh. She
encouraged me to put my finger in her vagina as I sucked on her
clit. I started with one finger then two. By the time she moaned
in discomfort I had inserted almost my whole fist into the hole.
She was flexible enough to pull her legs back and hook
them behind her armpits. This allowed her to use both hands to
pull the labia open for me to explore with my fingers and
tongue. I even followed the trail of black hair back to the
opening of her anus. I licked it and felt it pucker up. When I
pushed my tongue into the hole it gripped it like it was afraid I
would pull it out. Then I went back up and put my tongue into
her vagina and rubbed my nose against her clit until she shook
and her cunt felt like it was filling up with liquid. I sucked up
everything she could give me.
That was the beginning of our lasting relationship. It only
ended when my family moved from Atlanta to Savannah,
Georgia. I grew up with a strong desire to relive my love for my
first lover. But like any proper southern girl at 15, I went to my
first cotillion where I was introduced to all the eligible your men
that were considered proper young men to marry.
I found that the best way to placate the family was to find
a young man I could control. I saw to it that he was an
ambitious young man that wanted to make his niche in the stock
business. I gave him a couple of children, girl and a boy. I hid
my desire for women.
As he progressed in business he spent less and less time at
home. I suspect that he had a mistress on the side that he sees
for sex. That was fine with me. That just meant that I was free
to pursue women when I could.
By the time I reached 40 my daughter had married a
young Naval Officer that was in Naval Air. She moved to
Norfolk, Virginia to be a proper Navel wife. Our son decided
that he didn't want to go to Georgia Tech or the University of
Georgia either. He decided he wanted to go to Pen State for
some reason. The result was that I had an empty nest syndrome.
After all I had spent twenty years driving the kids to swimming
lessons, dance classes, music classes, scout meetings and
outings. Now I was at loose ends, my husband was rarely home.
I spent a lot of time in my garden like my first lover. That
brings me back to my meeting with Emily. She would stop by
and talk to me as I worked in my yard by the hour.
Her Mom stopped by one day as I was working in the
yard to thank me to being so kind to her daughter. She told me
she was a single Mom because her husband left home shortly
after Emily was born and filed for divorce from the state of
Texas. She said that she had to work to support them and Emily
was left alone a lot.
I told her I enjoyed her company and was happy to have
someone to talk too. That began our long-term relationship.
Emily would help me in the yard and do her homework on my
kitchen table as I fixed us something to eat.
It was almost like having another child. I would take her
to dance classes and join her Mom at recitals like a proud
grandparent. Emily had always been an emotional girl that
sought physical support. She wanted to be held, hugged and
assured that she was loved. I tried not to think about her
sexually but her presence was always reminding me about my
first lover. Here I was in the reverse position. The mother
figure for a young girl that wanted love.
As time passed she would cuddle up next to me on the
couch to watch TV while we waited for her mother to get off
work to pick her up to take her home. I loved to smell her clean
hair as she snuggled up next to me.
One night while watching TV my hand absently rested on
her lap. I was not even thinking about it at the time. But when I
wanted to move to get into a more comfortable position and
started to move my hand. Emily grabbed my wrist with both
hands and pressed it in place between her legs. I didn't know
what to do. If I jerked my hand away she would think I was
rebuffing her. If I left my hand there it could lead to me losing
control and seducing her.
I decided I better tell Emily that I needed to move before
my arm fell asleep. She reluctantly released my wrist and I
moved my hand to her forearm. I thought about it the rest of the
night.
The next time she was staying over we worked in the yard
together until it was to dark out. Then I sent her to the guest
bedroom to shower and change clothes while I showered in my
bathroom. I was just drying off when Emily came in still damp
from drying off to show me a cut on her knee. I got out the
Hygiene-peroxide to wash the cut out. It was pretty clean
because it didn't foam up at all. I dried it off by blowing on it.
Then I put a Band-Aid on her knee. I was looking at her smooth
body her breasts looked just like mine at that age and her little
pubis looked swollen and didn't have a hair on it. I had visions
of her rubbing herself until her mound got this swollen.
Her eyes were glued on my crotch too. As I grew up my
pubic hair got darker. I still qualified as a blonde but my pubic
hair was a dark brown. I tried to keep it trimmed to an even
length and shaped so that I could wear reveling underwear. Like
my mother my labia was hidden between the crack of my cunt.
But for some reason my clitoris was large and protruded past the
crack like a little penis. I can't say if it was all that stimulation it
received over the years or not. But looking at her eyes and
knowing that she was looking at had me so excited that I was
afraid that I would be dripping if I didn't stop. So I picked her
up and stood her on her feet and gave her fanny a playful swat as
I sent her back to her room to dress.
I closed the bathroom door and locked it. I sat on the
toilet and spread my legs wide and masturbated until I climaxed.
I wiped myself off and opened the door to get dressed. There
was Emily standing there in her summer dress and sandals. I
was beside myself wondering if she had been there long enough
to here me cum.
I dressed quickly and we went to the kitchen and I made
us a quick meal of Tuna-salad sandwiches and Minestrone soup.
She had punch with the meal and I made fresh coffee for myself.
We went back into the family room to watch TV after we ate.
I filled her glass with punch again and I poured myself a
fresh mug of coffee. We settled in to watch a movie on the
cable. Emily curled up next to me in her usual position. But
this time her head was resting on my breast. This time she took
my hand and placed it on her lap. I was actually sweating
feeling the bulge of her little pussy. She was rubbing my hand
up and down the front of her dress until my middle finger found
the grove between the valley of her cunt. I felt it get damp. I
was concerned about turning her on. So I removed my hand
from her lap. She was visibly disappointed about that and
wanted me to put my hand pack in her lap.
I got up to get a fresh cup of coffee and when I returned I
sat on the other side of the couch. That way when she curled up
next to me I had a cup in the hand, to her chagrin. What she
didn't notice was that I while she watched the TV; I smelled my
middle finger of the hand that had been in her lap. I wanted to
suck my finger badly.
When Emily's Mom arrived to take her home. I couldn't
get them out the door soon enough and I bent to bed and smelled
and sucked that finger as I masturbated again.
The next day she told me that my breasts were much
bigger than her Mom's were. I told her that I am older than your
Mom. You and your Mom will learn to regret it when they get
as big as mine.
"Why?" She asked.
Because your bra straps cut into your shoulders and they
are in the way when your working. They get in the way when
you swim but that is a big price to pay for toys.
Emily laughed when I called them toys. She wanted to
know why I called them toys. I told her that a lot of men like to
play with them like they are toys.
"I like to play with them too!" Emily said.
I told her, "People have dirty names for women that like
to play with other women."
"I know about that but I still like to feel women!"
"Emily, Honey you should not go around saying things
like that or people will think you are one of those kind of girls"
"I don't care what people say I wanted to touch you while
you were putting the Band-Aid on my knee" She confessed.
I didn't know what to do. Should I confess that I wanted
her so badly that I was masturbating ever night thinking about
her or continue to try and convince her that her desires were
wrong.
I asked her. "Why do you want to touch me like that?"
Emily said, "When I saw your pussy my mouth watered I
wanted to touch it so badly."
I thought about it for a while. Then I went to the kitchen
to get another cup of coffee. While in was in the kitchen I
removed my bra by unhooking it from the back and pulling the
shoulder strap down over my right elbow and pulling the hand
free. Then I pulled the bra across my body and out the sleeve of
my left arm. I lay it over the back of a dinning-room chair and
returned to the couch. I sat next to her so that I could put my
right hand back in her lap.
When Emily returned her head to my breast she felt how
soft it was. She looked up at me knowing I did not have a bra
on. She moved up and kissed me on my lips. Then she reached
for the left breast with her hand. I put my hand back in her lap
and stroked her mound. Emily unbuttoned my blouse and put
her hand inside to feel my breast. I was breathing hard now.
We sat there watching TV with her playing with my
nipple and me rubbing her crotch until her Mom knocked at the
front door. I got up and buttoned my blouse as I went to open
the door. Emily was close behind me with her books and
homework ready to go home. She stopped long enough to kiss
me on the mouth with a quick peck.
The next day I did my gardening while she did her
homework. When she was done I came in and checked it. Then
I told her that dinner was in the fridge so she could set the table
while I showered. I was in the shower when Emily opened the
door and stepped in. I was looking at a body that was very much
like mine at that age. I asked her why her pubis looked so
swollen all the time.
Emily blushed and confessed that she masturbated all the
time. She told me that she sometimes does it two or three time
every day at school in the bathroom. She said that was the only
way she could sit still in class.
I knelt in front of her and inspected her cunt. I told her
that we should have her checked out by a doctor in case there
was an infection. But it looks good enough to eat. With that I
placed my mouth over the mound and slipped my tongue into
the valley. Here we were with her back against the tile wall of
the shower and me on my knees and my face in her pussy as
water ran down my back.
Emily could not stand still. It was as if her knees kept
going weak. So I lifted them one at a time and placed them over
my shoulders. Poor Emily banged her head on the wall when
she climaxed.
I held her and rubbed her head until she felt better. Then
she kissed me again. This was not the kiss of a child and
mother, but the kiss of a satisfied lover.
We dried off and lay on by bed. She inspected my clit
and the hole in my vagina. Then she tasted her first cunt. I had
been so excited from eating her pussy that I climaxed very
quickly.
We finally dressed and had dinner. Of course I didn't
bother putting on panties and bra so that Emily could play with
me while we waited for her Mom to pick her up.
From then on our evenings were spent in love making as
much as possible. Her Mom even commented on how much that
Emily had calmed down as a result of my influence. She
confined to me that she and been concerned with her behavior.
She had caught her masturbating many times. Now she doesn't
seem to be doing that much anymore and she sleeps like an
angel.
I was thinking to myself that she was sleeping peacefully
because she was so sexually satisfied now. She even thought it
was cute that Emily kissed me goodnight with such passion
every night.
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