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From: an147259@anon.penet.fi (Chimene)
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Date: Wed, 14 Dec 1994 19:26:06 UTC
Subject: SEDUCING SARA (cons ff, adult-teen)
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WARNING!!!
Yes, the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex, and
if you're underage you should STOP RIGHT NOW!!!
This story is about consensual sex between an adult woman and a
teenage girl. If such material offends you, please don't read it.
These stories were written for my own pleasure before I knew of
the Internet or alt.sex.stories. Comments are welcome, as are
your favorite stories of similar ilk. Flames will be ignored.
More to come,
Chimene
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Come live with me and be my love,
and we will all the pleasures prove . . .
If you can't stand the heat, don't burn down the kitchen.
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SEDUCING SARA
by
Chimene d'Antan
Sara is only 15, but her little breasts are more than adolescent
buds -- having rosy, well-developed nipples and a distinct round
form. To me, they are quite enticing, albeit no match for mine or
those of the other women in my house.
Sara's hair is a rich, honey color, and flows down her back to her
waist in gentle, thick, silky waves, shining with the vigor and
health of youth, and terminating in a series of bouncy curls. Her
face is round, innocent, and her pale brown eyebrows frame a pair
of large, wide-set and stunningly blue eyes. Her mouth is broad
and graced with pink, sensuous lips. Her body is typically
gangly, the curves of waist and thighs only hinting at future
voluptuousness. Her pussy is a downy mound with a tight little
slit. Looking at her, I could only hope that she would enjoy her
first experience as much as I. Even at her tender age she is
exciting to behold, and her beauty holds great potential, its
youthful lines and her sweet face promising greatness in maturity.
We sat together on the couch, wearing only silk camisoles. She
was stiff and nervous, fully aware of my intentions. My arm was
around her, and I spoke softly to her, assuring her that I had no
wish to hurt her, that this would be a far gentler introduction to
sex than most girls received. I began stroking her hair as I
asked her to be frank with me about her sexual fantasies and how
often she masturbated. When she realized that I was not judging
her, but actually approved of the act, she admitted to frequent
masturbation, often fantasizing about being taken forcefully ("no,
not rape, really, just forcefully" she said) and about sucking
cock. When I asked if she ever fantasized about sex with women
she paused and then said that it wasn't that she was "grossed out"
by it, just that when she thought of it, she would block it out,
probably because she'd learned from society that lesbian sex was
immoral and taboo -- a perversion. Asked if she wanted to try it,
she said she wasn't sure, but was willing since she liked me so
much and far preferred life with me to life in the orphanage.
I took her face in my hands and kissed her shining pink mouth,
gently, but for a long moment, hoping to ease her tension as well
as to start her hormones flowing. She was tense at first, her
mouth almost frozen, but then she relaxed and hesitantly kissed me
back. My hand moved down to her breast, sliding between the sheer
material and her pale, almost translucent skin and onto the
fledgling mound. She tensed again, and I drew back my mouth,
looked deeply into her eyes with a loving gaze (I _do_ love her, for
she is truly a sweet, intelligent, and entertaining girl, in
addition to her obvious physical appeal and promise). "Please,
don't be frightened, my dear. Love among women is not dirty or
gross, it's the most pure form of love women can engage in, since
there is no domination, no inequality of pleasure given or
received. Women lovers are completely equal, as is their love,
both physical and emotional".
As I talked, I continued stroking her hair while I began to
massage her immature breast slowly and tenderly. Her eyes were
wide with a combination of fear and anticipation, and she looked
into mine for the reassurance I so wanted to give. I took her
face into both hands again and said "My sweet child, I do love
you, I do _want_ you, and I do want _you_ to want me. Do you? Or
would you rather wait?" Her eyes searched mine for signs of
anything but love, but found only caring and a loving physical
desire which -- almost unknown to her (I had felt the tightening
of her nipple but a moment before) -- was beginning to infect her
body, too. She hesitated, thinking for a long moment before
saying softly, her voice suddenly a bit husky, "Yes, I do."
I kissed her mouth again, briefly but tenderly, my hand still
holding the back of her head and luxuriating in the soft flood of
her hair. I slid my other hand down her shoulder pulling the silk
camisole strap down with it, and dropping it to her waist. I
swooned at the sight of the translucent, milky skin of her torso,
the gentle, smooth roundness of her young breast. I cupped the
now exposed tit and lowered my lips to the erect nipple as I
lifted the little virgin swelling to my mouth. I sucked gently,
like a baby as I caressed her hair and back with long calming
strokes. My long dark tresses pooled in her lap. She tensed yet
again, and her back arched slightly, pushing her breasts in
unconscious sensuality against me. After a moment of sheer
blissful suckling, I stopped, raised my head and asked her if she
liked it. "Yes, it's kind of nice. You do that so sweetly, it
makes me tingle." Again I kissed her, my mouth slightly open, and
this time she responded more positively, working her lips against
mine, taking my head in her hands. "You're so gentle with me" she
said, "it makes me feel good about you."
"Would you like to kiss my breasts?" I asked. She waited only a
moment before she nodded and slid her hands onto my shoulders,
dropping the straps of my garment and slipping it completely down
to my waist in a fluid and sure motion, exposing both my full
breasts to her view. She regarded them for a moment, and then
placed her hands on them, feeling their ample flesh, thumbing the
aroused and enlarged nipples, palpating them in slow tactile
exploration. She remarked on their feel in her hands, and then
lowered her mouth to the nearest one and began mouthing the nipple
and then sucking it. The sight and feel of her hands on me caused
a weakness in my knees and a turmoil in my stomach that caught my
breath in my throat. The pale golden coils of her hair slid
between my thighs and I moaned softly: "Ooooohhhh". I began
stroking her head.
For a long time, she experimented with her mouth, lips and tongue,
becoming bolder as the novel taste and feel of my warm breast
stimulated her. She teased the nipple, licking all around it,
sucking lightly, and then drawing it fully into her mouth like a
hungry child. As she continued, she began massaging and kneading
my tit, the plump flesh filling both her slender hands. Like an
experienced sculptor working live clay, she squeezed and caressed,
even as her mouth explored hungrily, as if putting the finishing
touches to her work. The manipulations of her fingers and the
moist heat of her mouth took me from a state of sweet loving
reverie to full sexual arousal, and I wondered just how innocent
Sara was. I caressed her hair, burying my hands in its luxurious
waves and rubbing my other breast with it as she sucked and kissed
away, lovingly, but with increasing energy. Hot waves of
sensuality began washing up my torso from my now wet pussy, and I
cooed in encouragement as her mouth slid around and onto my
swollen nipple over and over again. The fragrance of her hair
intoxicated me.
At last she stopped. "Do _you_ like it?" she asked with exaggerated
gentleness, as if _I_ were the child. "Oh _yes_!" I replied,
genuinely enthralled and excited, "That seems to come naturally to
you." "I am still just a child" she noted, both accusing and
teasing me. Yet again, I kissed her, this time pulling her to me
and embracing her, reveling in the feel of her warm breasts
against mine. I placed my open mouth on hers and sucked
erotically at her open lips, this time giving her a full French
kiss. I allowed the kiss to last but just a second though,
wondering what her response would be.
I soon found out. She waited but a moment before placing her arms
around my neck and pulling her mouth against mine and kissing me
back with equal fervor, equally as deeply, and thrusting her
tongue just as deeply into my mouth. She was young, impetuous,
and impulsive, and her kisses reflected the fact. I had known
this before, and had wondered how these characteristics might
translate into sexual behavior. But she was also quite self-
assured, and this ensured that, once she had some understanding of
what our encounter and her feelings were about, she was no longer
tentative. We kissed for a long time, as she again experimented
boldly with the forbidden, all the while -- perhaps unknowingly --
escalating my arousal. It was all I could do to keep myself from
unleashing the full brunt of my passion, especially when she
lunged onto me, straddling my waist with her thighs so that she
faced me directly, her buttocks resting on my legs.
I pulled back from the brink. "Now let's not overdo it quite
yet," I said, laughing. "I'm the teacher here, and I want to
introduce you to my subject slowly and gently. Now pay attention,
because your next subject is the most important one of all!" She
looked at me, her eyes shining, a bit provocative, and expressing
anticipation, humor, and, still, a hint of trepidation. After
all, kissing was really just an innocent pastime compared to real
_sex_.
In her new position, Sara's breasts were now thrust directly
towards me, inviting me. Again I lowered my lips to her sweet
little tit and its engaging nipple as I slipped the other strap of
her camisole off her shoulder. This time I sucked more fully,
however, allowing my arousal to express itself completely, drawing
as much of her whole breast into my hungry mouth as I could. She
began caressing and stroking my hair. At the same time, I slid my
hand down her belly, pulling the drooping garment along, and fully
revealing her torso. Sensing my intentions, she momentarily
stepped off the couch to stand in front of me and I used both
hands to pull the flimsy material down past her hips, past her
buttocks to let if slide down her legs to her feet. She stepped
out of the garment and resumed her position straddling my lap, her
luscious little body once again pressing against my hungry flesh.
All the while, I kept my mouth pressed onto her breast. Once more
she tensed as my hand moved to her mound and began massaging it.
"Relax, baby, Mama wants to make you feel _good_!"
My middle finger found her slit and pressed between the lips of
her still-young vagina. The moisture I found there told me that
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