Date: Sat, 03 Dec 2005 22:53:28 -0500
From: Roxanne Appleby <roxanneappleby@hotmail.com>
Subject: Susans Teen Lust Satisfied 1 - EDITED. Lesbian (adult/youth reluc)

     Susan Smith is a very wealthy person whose greatest thrill in life is
to introduce innocent young women who happen to be looking for adventure to
the joys of lesbian sex. Because she is an investor in a movie studio that
specializes in high quality lesbian pornography, Susan has ready access to
willing candidates for her unique form of personal entertainment. This
"entertainment" happens in carefully paced, gentle seductions in Susan's
secluded mansion, where young women who have never known the touch of
another female are brought slowly to the point of begging for lesbian sex.
Given that she is rich, beautiful, sexy, smart, charming and actually quite
sweet despite her depraved activities, Susan's "victims" are always
delighted by the experience.

     This is a long story about one of those seductions. It involves two
young women, Jean and Sophie, age 18 and 19.


INTRODUCTION: MEET SUSAN SMITH; JEAN AND SOPHIE LEARN WHAT'S EXPECTED; JEAN
IS STRIPPED AND "INSPECTED"

          Susan Smith is a 28 year-old lesbian. Her greatest thrill is to
have sex with young women who though willing are "virgins" to girl-girl sex.
She has established a lifestyle that enables her to regularly enjoy this
thrill in a way that is not destructive. She worries about her unusual
taste, but is resigned to the reality that nothing turns her on more than
watching the transition as the embarrassed reluctance felt by a nubile young
woman who is having her own sex tasted by another woman for the first time
is gradually transmuted into eager lust under the skilful ministrations of
an experienced lesbian. An experienced lesbian like Susan Smith, that is.

     An only child, Susan inherited a fortune when her parents were killed
in a car wreck when she was just 12. Between that time and when she went off
to college she had lived with her dad's single brother Henry, her closest
living relative. Susan suspected he was gay, but despite sharing a house
their lives intersected very little. They had a cordial relationship but not
a close one. Henry was also wealthy, and was constantly away on business
travel for long periods, so Susan grew used to living alone, and became
quire self sufficient at an early age. She wasn't really a "loner" - she
made friends easily and was relatively popular in high school - but she was
highly self contained. She enjoyed socializing with other people, but didn't
need them.

     It was in 7th grade that Susan began to discover her sexual preference.
The other girls at the private school she attended talked about boys all the
time, and about their initial forays into the realm of sexual relations --
make-out sessions, getting "felt up," and the related low level physical
contacts of junior high school. Susan found the discussions somewhere
between boring and repulsive. At the same time she found herself fascinated
by the developing young bodies of her classmates, especially in the showers
after gym class.

     She was especially excited by the embarrassment of the more timid
girls. The first time she acted on these feelings was when she was 14, while
playing hide-and-seek at the home of a classmate who had a sister a couple
years younger. The sister also had some friends over, and while Susan and
her classmates were a bit old for the childish game, they joined in the fun.
At one point Susan found herself hiding behind some heavy drapes with Judy,
a shy girl about a year younger than herself. The game had become lively and
all the girls were in an excited state. Judy was standing if front of Susan,
and Susan reached her arms around the girl, pulling her close in a
protective fashion. In doing so she "copped a feel" of the pubescent girl's
budding breasts, and found the forbidden touch so thrilling that she
actually felt faint for a moment. The moment quickly passed but Susan did
not forget what she had done, and resolved to have more. She never sought an
opportunity to pursue her newfound lust with Judy -- their coming together
that one time was just a fluke - and a long time actually passed before
Susan was finally able to create an opportunity to taste the forbidden
fruits of lesbian sex.

     Susan was good looking. By the time she turned 16 she reached her full
height of 5'8", had very ample but not huge breasts, light brown hair that
she wore shoulder length, and a pretty face. She had a healthy "California
girl" look to her. A star tennis player and socially popular at school,
Susan was considered a member of the "in crowd," even though she was not
hugely sociable. Her slight aloofness gave her a certain mystique.

     When she befriended Becky, who was also shy and timid like Judy, the
girl responded strongly to what she perceived as flattering attention from a
member of higher "caste" in the high school popularity pecking order. Before
long Susan was hosting Becky for sleepovers in the luxurious house she
shared with uncle Henry, and the result was inevitable: Susan had her first
taste of girl-girl sex, and the rest, as they say, is history. But that is
another (and delicious) story, to be told at a different time.

     Susan attended college at one of the more prestigious state
universities in Southern California. At uncle Henry's suggestion she studied
finance, the better to manage the fortune she had inherited. She was smart,
and academic success came without much effort. While she had been a
competitive athlete in high school tennis, she wasn't sufficiently
interested to commit the time needed to participate at the college level. In
her freshman year she lived in an all girls dorm, but was bored by the
cattiness of many of her hall mates, and the constant chatter about boys,
dating, and "hooking up." So Susan was somewhat isolated. As a result of all
these factors, Susan had plenty of time on her hands during college, and
chose to use it to experiment with various lifestyles.

     She moved into an apartment in her sophomore year, and began tasting
life on the "dark side" by hanging out with a group of "townies" who were
into the "Goth" thing. One weekend she and some of the group found
themselves at a party attended by people involved in the video porn
industry, the center of which was located in a community not far away. It
was there that she met Jinna, a videographer who worked for one of the
mainstream porn studios. They struck up a friendship, and Susan learned that
the young woman had ambitions of someday starting her own studio, which
would exclusively make high-quality all-girl films. Jinna was still learning
her craft, and learning the ropes of the industry, so was in no position to
make it happen at the time, and had no idea how she would ever finance such
a venture when the time was right. But that was her dream.

     Susan was fascinated. She and Jinna stayed in loose contact. Susan
eventually grew out of her "Goth" phase, and moved back into the more
genteel social setting of college life. Jinna grew more experienced and
accomplished in her field, and never lost her ambition.

     When Susan graduated from college she moved into her own home, and
concentrated on managing and increasing the fortune she had inherited, some
$150 million. She was proud of the fact that by the time she was 28 years
old she had increased that amount to more than $250 million through careful
investment in select business start-ups and real estate development
projects.

     One of her smaller investments was less conventional. She had
bankrolled the all-girl porn studio Jinna had dreamed of. As a result Susan
Smith, lesbian, became the "angel" investor for Lez! Productions. She was
strictly a silent partner and had absolutely no role in the operations of
Jinna's enterprise, but she did appreciate the product, which was lesbian
pornography that eschewed the crass conventions of the mainstream,
especially the extreme objectification of women that Jinna and Susan both
despised. They were outraged by the manic, almost robotic "sex machine"
behavior that the actresses in those films were required to portray

     Instead, Jinna made films in which the actresses interacted in
recognizably human ways. They featured 'natural'-appearing women -- not
silicone-stuffed barbie-dolls dressed up like Mustang Ranch prostitutes -
having explicit sex with plenty of sensual elements, including plausible
portrayals of emotion, intimacy, build-up, kissing and foreplay.

     Indeed, her enterprise developed a reputation for quality, and carved
out a niche for itself in the marketplace. As a result the studio attracted
its share of young women who thought they wanted to be "porn stars." Usually
this was good for business, because Jinna was skilled at utilizing this
fresh talent to make tasteful yet very hot films. Her goal was to create a
product that the actresses would not have to be ashamed of later in their
lives.

     Not infrequently, Jinna had girls come to her that she just knew should
not get involved in this industry. Usually these young women were
characterized by a woeful combination of economic hard luck stories,
emotional deprivation, and a misguided attraction to what they perceived to
be a glamorous career. That combination was actually typical in the
industry, but in some instances a girl possessed a certain innocence or
tenderness that Jinna just knew would be crushed by the high pressure
realities of even a quality studio like her own. That is where Susan came
in.

     Jinna knew that if she just said "no" to these girls many would go to a
less humane producer and get even more crushed. The young women needed help
in their lives, and usually were looking for some "illicit" excitement as
well. Fortunately for her, and even more so for these girls, her friend and
financial "angel" Susan provided the perfect solution, because the wealthy
woman was ready, willing an able to provide both the sexual thrills and a
"leg up" in life that these young women desperately needed.

     The "thrills" part of course meant lesbian sex. As mentioned, Susan had
her own "issues" with matters of human intimacy. Specifically, she found her
greatest thrill in having sex with attractive young women who had never felt
the touch of another woman's lips on their fresh young bodies. Susan
realized she was very weird in this regard, to say the least. Depraved,
even. Paradoxically, she was a very moral person, and would never consider
engaging in any form of exploitation to fulfull her fantasies.

     Susan's sexual history was a product of this unusual preference. She
had had many female lovers in college and in the years since, but never a
steady and deep relationship. Also, most of the girls and women Susan took
to bed had something in common: They were timid and young looking. Susan
liked to dominate and cow her lovers. She recognized that her tastes in this
regard had been there all along, beginning with "copping a feel" during that
childish hide-and-seek game years ago, and her subsequent seduction of her
timid classmate Becky.

     So, she and Jinna had made an arrangement that created a win-win
situation all around. When the film producer came upon a girl who just was
not ready or right for a career in the porn industry, but who would refuse
to take "no" for an answer, and and would quietly return home before she had
experienced a taste of -- something, Jinna sent the young woman to Susan.
Actually, Jinna would usually send two young women, which contributed to the
thrill for all concerned. She encountered such cases at least once a month,
and could easily keep one girl on the hook for a few weeks until a second
candidate appeared. Then she would introduce them to Susan. Who would
introduce the girls to lesbian sex in what usually turned out to be
multi-day trysts in her luxurious mansion.

     Today was one of the days when the wealthy woman and two younger girls
would begin such an experience. Sitting in her living room, Susan  saw
Jinna's studio work van enter the winding driveway of her estate, and headed
out to greet her. Jinna stepped down from the driver's seat, and the two
friends gave each other a hug. Then the back door of the vehicle opened and
two nervous looking young women climbed out.

     One had long, straight dark hair. Susan knew she was 19, but the girl
had a fresh-faced innocence that made her look younger. Susan could
immediately see why Jinna judged the girl to be too tender for the porn
business. Her body was fleshy and rounded, almost a little chubby, but at
her age it was more like baby fat than obesity. She was about 5'6', had very
large breasts, but not freakishly so, more like the lower-end of D-cup
range. Her buttocks were perfectly rounded and protruded pertly. She was
very pretty, with vaguely eastern European features -- the slightest slant to
her eyes. She also had that kind of heart-stopping sweetness or cuteness
that adolescent girls sometimes exhibited. Her skin was pale and untanned.
Susan was thrilled -- this gorgeous creature was exactly the type she craved,
and if things went well would be hers for the next several days!

     Susan turned her attention to the other young woman, who she knew was
just 18. Very unlike the first, this girl was a trim and athletic-looking
blonde. Her hair was cut short, she had small breasts, strong legs and a
tight ass. This girl also looked nervous, but had a bold "go to hell" spark
to her expression as well. Jinna had explained to Susan earlier that despite
this quality she just felt the girl was too young for the business.

     Susan led all three visitors into a cozy den on the lower level of the
house. Jinna came in to make introductions and get the girls settled, but
had to get back to the studio, and made her excuses after just a few
minutes. She gave each of the other women a quick hug and told them to be
good and have fun. Susan saw her friend to the door, waved, and then the
film producer was gone - leaving her alone in the luxurious house with two
beautiful young women who combined tender innocence with a demand for
excitement. Sexual excitement. At the thought Susan felt her knees grow a
little weak, her stomach do a little flip, and her pussy start to get wet.
Yes! This is what she lived for -- introducing fresh young girls who had
never tasted another woman's pussy to the pleasures of lesbian sex! Despite
their imagined ambitions of entering the porn business, she knew they would
be reluctant at first, but she was confident that her considerable skills
would have the girls begging for it before long. But . . .  first things
first. None of that was guaranteed -- yet.

     Susan returned to the girls, asked if they wanted something to drink,
and got them each a glass of bottled lemonade from a small bar in the den.
Then she sat and did best to get to know the young women and make them
comfortable. "Tell me about yourselves," she asked. Jinna had given her
brief biographical sketches, but gradually she drew out the details,
beginning with the little blonde, whose name was Jean, and who was quite
outgoing and spunky. The full-bodied dark-haired girl was named Sophie, and
she was shy and timid. Susan used her charm and social skills to make the
girls feel at home, and they gradually began to relax and enjoy the company
of this mysterious and attractive young woman, who from their youthful
vantage point actually seemed much older and infinitely more sophisticated.

     Their stories had a familiar ring to them -- the porn industry seemed to
attract fish from the same waters. Both girls came from broken homes, living
with single mothers who didn't have much time or resources for their
daughters, either financially or emotionally. It was a class somewhere
between "trailer trash" and "welfare queens." Both still lived at home,
where the lack of emotional engagement and supervision explained how they
were able to take off for days at a time without setting off alarms. As
always Susan found such stories rather depressing, and her heart went out to
the girls. She was glad to be in a position to give the young women a better
chance in life than what they might otherwise expect. But that would come
later.

     Although Jinna had filled her in on this aspect as well, Susan inquired
about the girls' sexual histories. Jean told a sad story of how at the
tender age of 13 she had been raped by a boyfriend of her worthless mother.
Since then she had also had sex with several older boys from her high
school, but had found none of them satisfying. They were just in it for
their own pleasure, and didn't care if the girl enjoyed it or not. Jean was
not impressed by her experiences with heterosexual sex so far.

     The slightly older but less mature Sophie had not experienced similar
brutality, but neither had she received any joy from her sexuality. She had
been to bed with a few men, and not surprisingly given her age and social
milieu, they just used her without regard to her needs or desires.

     They talked more, Susan poured on the charm, and the two girls
responded. Mostly they responded to the flattering attention the
sophisticated young woman offered. Coming from backgrounds in which they
were either snarled at at home or patronized in school, it was not
surprising that being treated like a fully competent and worthwhile human
being by someone who was genuinely interested had a certain effect. Before
long the three females were conversing intimately, sharing jokes, and
feeling comfortable. Susan knew it was time to begin the festivities.

     "Tell me -- have either of you ever had any kind of sexual experience
with another woman?" She knew from Jinna that the answer was no, but the
next few steps of the "process" were all part of the illicit thrill that
Susan guiltily extracted from these exchanges. The girls looked embarrassed,
and both shook their heads. "However, you would not have showed up at Lez!
Productions if you were not willing, or at least curious in that regard,
correct?" Both nodded nervously. "For various reasons, Jinna does not
believe that you are ready or right for a career in the porn industry. You
disagree, correct?" Again, both girls nodded nervously. "And in addition,
you don't know what else to do with your lives, right?" More nods.

     "Well, we are going to deal with that last issue before we part, and I
think you will be very happy at the results. But first - today your
curiosity about sex with another woman -- with a stranger no less - shall be
satisfied! You look shocked? What do you think happens at Lez! Productions?
Well, maybe your reaction suggests that Jinna is right and you are not ready
for such a career. However, let me tell you why you are here, and what we
will do," Susan began.

     "Consider this a `halfway house' on the road to lesbian porn. Or maybe
a starting point on the road to a life better than that one, but again we
will deal with that later. I am a lesbian, and my peculiar preference is to
make passionate love to innocent young women like yourselves. You are
curious, or desperate, or for some other reason have expressed a willingness
to participate in such activities.

     "In the hours and days ahead I want to make love to you both, and you
to me. I want to fuck you!"

     At first, both girls looked as if they had been slapped. Having the
program laid out in such explicit and unforgiving terms was a shock.
However, neither girl was a complete naïf; after all, they had considered
themselves ready to make porn films. Also, for all her direct talk, Susan
was not really a scary person at all, and her sweetness shown through even
when she was announcing her intentions in such uncompromising terms. And -
both young women also felt a thrill at the idea of tasting such forbidden
fruit, which was part of what had brought them here in the first place. So
after the first shock passed, the two looked at each other, and at Susan,
and gave kind of a nervous giggle.

Susan sat back and soaked in the initial nervousness and embarrassment of
the pair. The girls' intuition was right, though -- she was not cruel, and so
she felt a bit relieved when their little giggle showed that they saw
through the tough-guy act. However, part of Susan's pleasure in these
exchanges did involve pushing girls like these right to edge of their
comfort zones. She loved the embarrassment and hesitancy that accompanied an
adolescent girl's first experience of homosexual love, but in the final
analysis she could never bring herself to engage in anything less than fully
consensual sex. Her next words made that clear, and removed any hint of
coercion from the interaction she had just described.

     "Here is what we're going to do: Play a little game. You will be the
porn actresses. I will be the director -- and one of the actresses also. You
think you are ready for `the industry'? We will find out. Except let me
share with you something I have learned from Jinna: In most studios they
have ways of bringing along young girls step by step so you don't quite
realize what is happening until one day you wake up and realize that you
have sold your soul. That will not happen here. Anytime you want to end the
`game,' that's it -- it's over. In addition, if you make that choice I will
still help you out in life in ways that I know Jinna hinted at, but we will
get into later. However - if that is the only thing you really want you
don't have to feel like you have to pay for it with your bodies -- or your
souls.

     "Alright, let me share a little secret: There's nothing rough or
unpleasant about what I have in mind. I know you're nervous and embarrassed
right now, but that will wear off. The experience will be slow and sensual
and possibly the most erotic one you will ever know. By the time you leave
here, you'll be wishing you could stay.

     "So -- there it is. It's your choice. You think you want a taste of porn
experience? Here's your chance. If you change your mind --  I hope you don't,
because I think you are both darling and I do have my own selfish desires --
for you the game ends. It will be easier if you choose now, but you can
change your mind later, also. Let me tell you, my lovemaking is gentle, but
in the `game' the part I play is pretty rough. I gave you a little taste of
that just a minute ago, so you will know what I mean. I will lay some hard
psychological blows on you in the next few hours, but nothing compared to
what you would experience in `the industry.' Part of the reason I play rough
at first is so that you will understand that. Don't worry, though -- if you
stick that part out the actual sex will be gentle and sensuous. I will now
give you a few minutes to think about it."

     Susan left the room, but did not go far. She hated this part -- the
suspense. But her own sense of honesty and justice demanded that she give
the girls both a fully informed and unforced choice, and the "space" to make
it. She gave them about five minutes, then reentered the room. She could
tell immediately from their manner what the answer was, and her knees again
grew weak with excitement. Yes!

     "You have decided?" Both girls nodded. "I think I can tell -- you want
to do it?" Again, two heads nodded nervously. Jean had a gleam in her eye
like she couldn't wait. Sophie gulped, but held firm.

     "Very well. Let the games begin! Now, have either of you ever seen a
naked lesbian?" The girls were silent, but their eyes answered for them: No.

     "You will see a naked lesbian right now." With that, Susan stood up and
kicked off her sandals. She slipped the elegantly casual jacket off her
shoulders, and took the time to hang it up on a coat rack. Next she reached
down and swiftly pulled the sleek turtleneck sweater over her head, tossing
it onto a chair. Without hesitation Susan reached behind her back and undid
the clasp of the brassiere that was the only remaining article of clothing
above her waist. She tossed the bra onto the same chair, and stood proudly
showing off her now naked breasts to the young girls.

     Susan loved her tits. They were medium-large, big enough to excite lust
but not so big as to make physical activity awkward. She loved her nipples
best of all. They were pink and "puffy," like those of a very young girl
whose body was just beginning the change. Soft pink areolae, also of medium
size, surrounded the smallish nubs at the center. Every time she looked at
herself Susan was so happy that she had a pair of breasts that turned her
on.

     She let the teenagers get a good look, then resumed her strip tease. So
far there hadn't been much tease -- Susan was "going for the gold." She
dropped the stylish medium length wool skirt, but then did pause before
removing her panties.

     Putting on the "tough guy" act once again, in a sultry "home hither"
voice, Susan cooed, "Now you will see your first naked lesbian cunt." At
this point she did slip into a tease mode, slowly tugging at the waist of
her panties, wriggling her ass from side-to-side as she slipped the
diaphanous garment past the neatly trimmed hair above her pudenda, over the
swell of her womanly hips, down her well toned ass, across her firm thighs.
She let them drop away.

     She turned and showed off a firm ass she was proud of, given the
rigorous exercise regime required to keep it worthy of admiration. She bent
over a bit and spread the cheeks, giving the young girls a peak at her tight
asshole. Susan was deliberately piling on the shock treatment. In this she
had to force herself a bit, because here natural tendency was to be free and
easy and loving. But there was a method to her madness in this.

     Next, she hitched her naked rear end up on to a desktop, spread her
legs, and pulled her pussy lips apart. "Behold, lesbian cunt," Susan again
cooed, and played with herself for a full minute, dipping a finger into her
hole, then rubbing the oozing girl juice up and down the sensitive inner
lips. She moved up to the clit, and gave it a quick massage.

     Throughout this lewd display Susan had never taken her eyes from those
of two young girls, first one, then the other, then back to the first,
enjoying the mixture of embarrassment and excitement they felt. While she
was smearing pussy juice around her nether lips, Susan slipped her tongue
out and licked the lips of her mouth, wetting them as part of the display.
At the end of her brief clit massage Susan brought her pussy-juice covered
fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean.

     "Now you have seen a naked lesbian masturbate herself. You will see and
do and feel much more as we go forward. Come here!" This to Jean, who had
been speechless during the performance. The girl was startled by the order
and the change of pace, but stood and hesitantly stepped forward, acutely
aware of the nakedness of the mature woman in of her.

     Susan still sat on the desk with her legs spread and her pussy exposed.
When Jean came close enough the older woman reached out and grabbed her
shoulders, roughly pulling the teen into an embrace, and before the
adolescent could react, covering the girl's mouth with her own in a wet
lesbian kiss. Susan's tongue insistently forced its way through the teen's
lips, and she explored the sweet mouth within, still tasting pleasantly of
the lemon drink she had served a short time before (proper planning, that).
The spirited Jean froze for an instant, but then tentatively returned the
kiss. She had to admit - it felt nice, and was definitely sexy.

     After drinking her fill of the tender young mouth and lips Susan
released the girl and wagged her finger beckoningly to Sophie. Sophie also
hesitated, and approached with trepidation. Susan repeated the same sequence
of actions, pulling the girl into her arms and covering the young mouth with
her own. Susan also reached her nude legs around Sophie and pulled her even
closer. She again drove her tongue into a teenager's mouth. Sophie was
hugely nervous, but also felt her knees grow weak excitement. She was
surprised that this frightening woman's importunate actions would give her
such a thrill, but could not deny that this is what she felt. Susan explored
the teen's mouth for a few moments, then broke off and stood.

     "You girls have entirely too much clothes on, and after riding in that
studio van you don't smell too good, either. Time to get cleaned up -- and
naked." Susan led the girls back into the hallway, and along it a huge
bathroom suite, which was equipped with a hot tub and omni directional
shower stall large enough for several bodies at once.

     "You first," Susan said to Jean. "Strip!" As she spoke she took
Sophie's hand and sat with her on a comfortable sofa positioned close to and
facing the large shower stall, which was enclosed by clear glass. Sophie was
acutely aware of the nakedness of this frightening yet exciting woman right
next to her, but she had made her choice and resolved to stick to it.

     Jean's face turned red, but she could not deny that there was something
immeasurably exciting about what was happening. Being ordered around by this
beautiful naked lesbian somehow added to that. Resolutely, she proceeded to
remove her clothing in full view of the other two females.

     Susan found herself a bit breathless with her own excitement as the
girl began to undress, and felt her juices begin to flow even faster. They
had been flowing ever since the two young girls exited from the van,
increasing as she exposed her nakedness to the sweet young things, and
introduced them to their first lesbian kisses. Susan was on a constant high
of sexual excitement now, and would remain so until her lesbian
defloweration of the tender young teenagers was consummated. This is what
she lived for! But that final act was still hours away, and meanwhile she
soaked up every embarrassed wince and wriggle as the clothing began to come
off tight young Jean.

     After kicking off her tennis shoes Jean began by unbuttoning her beige
button-down blouse. She started at the top, and her fingers fumbled upon
reaching the critical point where her cleavage and the brassiere holding her
small young tits was revealed. She pressed on, revealing her flat stomach,
then pulling the tail from the her blue jeans and removing the blouse. Next,
she undid the top button of the jeans and unzipped them. She carefully
wriggled the tight pants off of her boyish hips so as to avoid tugging the
pink cotton panties now revealed, and then tugged the denims down her
athletic, tanned legs.

     As the young flesh was revealed inch by inch Susan's hand tightened on
that of the girl sitting beside her. She inwardly smiled at Jean's care in
not tugging her panties down -- futile care, because those would be coming
off also in just another moment!

     Jean next reached down and removed a pair of short athletic socks,
leaving her standing in just the bra and panties. "Nothing left to delay the
action with," Susan thought, as the slim young teenager hesitated, coming to
the same realization. Jean reached behind her back and undid the clasp of
bra. The elastic material sprang forward, and then the girl slipped the
straps off of her shoulders, revealing the slight young B-cups to the two
watching females. Susan licked her dry lips with a tongue that was itself
dry with excitement.

     Sophie's nervousness and embarrassment increased as the small breasts
of her mate came free of the bra, knowing that her turn would be next. Susan
noticed, and she tried to both reassure the girl, and also stoke the guilty
excitement that she knew the teen was feeling.

     "Look at them, Sophie. Jean's are small and firm, and beautiful. Very
different from yours or mine. Every woman's body is different. Isn't that
wonderful? Aren't you curious?"

     Jean came to a stop at this point, and looked Susan in the eyes. Susan
simply nodded, unable to speak any further just then. The girl's face red
with her own embarrassment, and yet trembling with excitement as well, Jean
reached down and tugged the elastic waist band of her cotton panties away
from and down her narrow hips, at which point the garment fell to the floor.
She stepped out of the panties and stood completely nude.

     This silent tableau held for a moment, as Susan drank in the girl's
nakedness. The small teenager was fit and tanned, clearly in the peak of
youthful vigor. Her pubic mound was covered in soft downy fur that matched
the short blonde hair on her head. The outer labia were easily visible, but
nothing more as the girl kept her legs tightly together. Her small breasts
were crowned with medium-sized, cone-shaped nipples, like little funnels
rising steeply from low ivory mounds.

     Breathless at this vision of innocent beauty exposed, Susan made a
twirling motion with her finger, and Jean turned herself around, exposing
the rest of her nakedness. Her ass was small and tight, with barely any
visible dimple at the junction of the cheeks and upper thighs.

     After drinking in her fill for a long moment Susan gave a little clap
and exclaimed, "Bravo! Now into the shower with you." She stood and reached
into the stall, turning on the water and adjusting the complicated
temperature control for the girl. "How's that?" she asked. Jean carefully
reached her hand into the chamber, acutely aware of her and Susan's mutual
nakedness. She felt the water, nodded, then stepped in after Susan had
returned to the couch.

     "Now I want your to scrub every inch, front and back, inside and out.
Keep the part you are scrubbing toward Sophie and me -- we don't want to miss
anything," Susan instructed. She looked at Sophie, who looked quite ready to
miss everything, but said nothing. Susan gave the girl's hand a soft pat,
then sat back to watch as Jean began to soap up and wash. When the
adolescent barely touched her private parts, Susan spoke up:

     "Wait a minute, dear. Give that pussy a good wash. Reach up inside,
too. When Sophie and I put our mouths on that sweet young cunt we want it to
be fresh and clean."

     Although she had already told them what was going to happen in the
coming hours both young girls still flinched at Susan's unrelentingly
explicit references to the approaching lesbian sex session. Jean complied,
though, and in a moment was massaging a thick foam of soapy bubbles over her
genital area.

     "Get the rear, too. Sometimes I like to give a poke there, too," Susan
rudely announced, piling on the embarrassment for the two teens.

     When Jean had scrubbed and rinsed completely, Susan signaled for her to
come out, and handed the girl an oversized, fluffy towel. The fresh soapy
girl smell was pure heaven to Susan, but she resisted the urge to paw at the
nubile teen's clean flesh. Susan's method was to milk the initiation of her
teenaged companions into the sisterhood of lesbian lust for every depraved
thrill it had to offer, and that required pacing events one step at a time.
The next step was "the inspection."

     After Jean had completely dried herself, Susan tossed the towel into a
bin. "OK, now that you're all clean, would you like to show us what you've
got?" Susan asked.

     Jean looked confused, but then thought to herself, "what the hell,
let's go for it!"

     The girl smiled nervously and said, "What do I do?"

     "That's a girl," Susan responded brightly, and directed her to hop up
and seat herself on a counter to one side of the couch. Susan sat herself
and Sophie on the arm of the couch, their faces less than a foot from the
tight young teen's nakedness. She began an inch-by-inch inspection of the
girl's nude body. For the first time she allowed herself to touch, cupping
the small breasts, lightly pinching the nipples, leaning in close and
breathing the girl's scent. She stroked Jean's cheek, and gave her a brief
kiss on the lips. Then it was on to more intimate areas.

     "Spread your legs," Susan ordered, and the girl complied. "Slide
forward, and put your feet up on the couch," the instructions continued.
Jean was found herself in a completely exposed position with her legs spread
wide, her feet planted on either side of the other two females, whose faces
were just inches from her most private parts. Her embarrassment reached new
heights and for an instant her resolve weakened at this wide-open exposure,
but the extreme vulnerability excited her, also.

     Susan leaned her head forward and breathed the aroma of the young
teen's scraggly bush. Notwithstanding the scrubbing and the soap smell, the
hint of cunt aroma never quite went away.

     "Smell it, Sophie," Susan said. Sophie did so only hesitantly; she
lacked the spunkiness of Jean. Susan noticed, and relented. She didn't want
to push too hard. She did enjoy the embarrassment of young teen girls
exposing themselves as part of their initiation, but, paradoxically, she
wanted the experience to be a positive one.

     "I know you're embarrassed and nervous, sweetie. But you'll get over
that, and realize that your embarrassment just adds to the excitement you
will eventually feel. Take a deep breath and relax. We're going to take
things very slow, and have fun. OK?"

     Sophie nodded and smiled feebly. She was only slightly reassured,
because despite her resolution she wasn't nearly as comfortable with the
situation as Jean, but she wanted to believe that what Susan said was true.

     Susan paused and let there be silence for a moment. "Ready?" she asked.
"OK, now lean forward and watch closely. Are you OK up there?" Susan looked
up to Jean, who was very embarrassed, but definitely excited, too, poised as
she was with her naked pussy spread wide just inches away from the face of
this dominant lesbian. She looked to the trembling Sophie, and also now felt
a little streak of superiority, recognizing her own strength in contrast to
the other girl's softness. Jean again sucked up her courage, smiling
hesitantly and nodding.

     "OK, Sophie, lets see what another girl's pussy looks like, up close
and personal. See, these are the outer lips . . ." With that Susan reached a
finger forward and lightly stroked Jean's labia, causing the blonde to gasp
and involuntarily finch. Susan paused, letting the girl settle back down
before proceeding.  Then, Susan reached into the pretty little pussy with
her other hand and gently spread the lips, exposing more of the delicate
vulva.

     Jean's sex was compact and heart shaped, rather than elongated. The
flesh was light pink, in keeping with the girl's fair skin and blondeness.
Susan prodded the vaginal opening lightly with one finger, then put the
finger in her mouth, tasting the dew. She reached back with the saliva-wet
finger, and slid it up the outer lips to the girls clit, which she gave just
the softest tap. "This is a clit, Sophie," Susan was almost whispering now.
Jean shivered at the contact, and felt her growing excitement take another
small step forward.

     "You have a gorgeous young pussy, my dear. You should be delighted -- I
am. OK, Jean, hop down and turn around. Lean over the counter, and let us
see your backside." The girl did so, exposing her ass to the other females.
Susan cupped the cheeks in both hands, and lightly prodded a finger at the
surface of the pinkish-brown sphincter. Jean gasped and squeezed her cheeks
involuntarily at the touch, but before she could react further Susan was
reaching between her legs, cupping the genital area from the backside.

     Susan stood and reached her arms around Jean's torso, also cupping the
breasts and bringing the girl back up into an erect standing posture. Unable
to hold back, Susan leaned into Jean's neck and softly nuzzled it, while her
hands gently kneaded the teenager's exquisitely soft tit flesh, her own
breasts pressing into the youngster's back. She forced herself to step back
after a moment, though, exercising the discipline that would keep these
delicious preliminaries going for as long as possible.

     "Very good, Jean. Lovely, thank you dear. You are very beautiful, and
sexy. Now . . . who's next?"


SOPHIE IS STRIPPED; THE GIRLS WATCH JINNA'S VIDEOS

     Jean and Susan both looked at Sophie, who looked away. "Come here,
Jean," Susan said, leading the naked teen around to the seat on the couch
that Sophie had occupied, and resuming her own seat. Sophie had stood up
from her perch on the couch armrest, but not moved otherwise.

     "Come on, dear. Come around in front of us here." Sophie's heart was
pounding as she stepped into position in front of the couch. She didn't move
any further, just kept standing there, her eyes closed. It all seemed a bit
unreal to her now. What shocked her most of all, though, was that, on top of
her extreme nervousness and embarrassment, she actually found herself
looking forward to her turn as the center of attention. Susan let the
delicious moment draw out: One naked teenager on the couch beside her,
another poised to join their nakedness, but hesitating. "OK, now. Strip,
Sophie,"

     Slowly, Sophie reached up and unbuttoned the neck of the golf-type
blouse she was wearing. She tugged it from the waist band of her tight
corduroy trousers and paused again before pulling the shirt over the top of
her head, then dropping it on top of the pile of clothing left by Jean.
Next, she removed her sneakers, and then unzipped the red corduroys that
hugged her well rounded hips. She struggled to slide these over those ample
hips and that pneumatic rear end because, like Jean before her, Sophie was
trying to avoid tugging her translucent panties down at the same time.

     Susan found her mouth going dry, again. The fleshy young teen had kept
her head averted as she exposed the soft white skin of her torso and rounded
legs. A filmy bra barely contained the girl's soft D-cup breasts, large
brownish nipples easily visible behind the translucent material. Sophie
paused again, then reached between her breasts to undo the bra clasp in
front. As soon as she did so the garment fell, revealing magnificent nubile
tits to the eager view of the older woman, and the curious gaze of the other
teen. The suddenness of her toplessness seemed to startle Sophie, and she
involuntarily reached her arms abound herself, covering up the precious
melons.

     Once again, Susan drank in every embarrassed hesitation and jiggle. The
girl stood there in just a pair of silky panties that did little to hide the
dark bush beneath, her arms crossed over her large breasts, her head tilted
to the side, eyed downcast.

     Susan nodded in encouragement, and Sophie slowly lowered her arms,
bringing her hands to the waste band of the thin panties. Unlike tight
little Jean, Sophie's hips were full and womanly, and her buttocks protruded
pronouncedly. Susan guessed that the girl's life would be characterized by a
battle of the bulge, which given her social background she would probably
lose. But at this moment of barely mature nubility, she was perfect -- firm
where she was supposed to be firm, fleshy and soft where that was
appropriate.

     Because of her rounder shape Sophie had to wriggle her hips a good deal
to maneuver the panties over her hips. This set up a series of flesh quakes
that rippled through her ample breasts, which were softly marbled, with
light bluish veins barely visible beneath the translucent skin. Sophie's
areolae were large to match her big tits, and darker than those of the other
two females. They were the kind of nipples that did not protrude very much
above the underlying tit flesh. The central nipple nubs were also on the
large size for such a young girl, and as she grew into full womanhood would
eventually protrude enough to hang Christmas tree ornaments from, but in
this season of youth they were still soft and delicate.

     After a brief struggle the panties came off the girl's hips, exposing a
matt of dark curls in front, and a perfectly rounded, firm yet generous ass
behind. Susan whispered a silent prayer of thanks -- this was exactly the
type of fleshy, shy, embarrassed teenaged girl that most of her fantasies
revolved around. Fucking Jean would be good bouncy fun; making love to
Sophie would be exquisite eroticism, a dream come true, too exciting for
words.

     Again, Susan let the moment linger, drinking in the sight of the fully
naked teen, savoring the embarrassment and shame of the nubile adolescent
female forced to expose her womanly charms to the lustful gaze of this
wanton lesbian.

     "Oh, my," Susan squeaked, and had to clear her throat. "OK, into the
shower with you. Again Susan stood and adjusted the water temperature.
Sophie's nervousness increased with the proximity of the naked lesbian to
her equally naked self, and Susan gave in to temptation. She gently pulled
the shorter girl into an embrace, bending her knees to bring breast into
contact with breast, and reaching behind to squeeze the perfect young ass,
again bringing her mouth to that of the young woman and again invading it
with her tongue, this time lovingly, rather than roughly. Sophie almost
fainted with embarrassment at the illicit touch. Then Susan quickly forced
herself to pull away. She did not want to rush things.

     "In you go," she directed, and resumed her seat next to the other naked
teenager as Sophie entered the shower stall and stepped under the water
stream.

     Susan directed her attention back to Jean for a moment. "You definitely
seem to be getting into the spirit of things here," she said, smiling warmly
as she did so. Jean nervously returned the smile. Indeed, she HAD enjoyed
watching the slightly older but less mature Sophie strip. She WAS very
curious, and felt stirrings of lesbian sexual excitement. Both women
returned their focus to the shower scene underway before them. As Jean had
done, Sophie scrubbed her body from head to toe, including shampoo. She
didn't invite directions by skimping on the crotch area, sudsing it
thoroughly and dutifully reaching within to complete the task. When she was
finished Susan greeted her exit from the stall with the oversized towel as
she had done for Jean, except this time she herself wrapped the freshly
scrubbed voluptuous teen protectively within the soft white folds of cotton.

     Susan dried the girl completely, gently patting the moisture from that
miraculous ass, reaching between her legs from the rear with the towel, and
softly pressing the material into the slightly bulging pudenda. She sat
Sophie on the couch and stepped behind her with the towel, taking several
minutes to thoroughly dry the girl's long dark hair, then several more
minutes to carefully brush it out for her. Susan motioned Jean to join her,
and the two naked woman worked together to make sure that Sophie's hair
would dry nicely without becoming a mass of tangles. Jean had no such
problems -- she could just briskly towel her head dry, and settle the short
blonde hair back down with a quick combing. She enjoyed the chance to groom
the luxuriant locks of the other girl, so different from her own. At the
same time, her awareness of her own nakedness and that of the other two
woman never receded.

     Sophie had tilted her head back and seemed to be unselfconsciously
luxuriating in the physical yet non-threatening attention. Susan felt her
excitement ramp up another small notch, even though it could hardly increase
any further. Thrills swept over her in waves as her immediate awareness of
the delicious circumstances waxed and waned and waxed again. At the peak
moments she grew weak kneed and almost dizzy. Then her focus would narrow to
a particular detail or task and her equilibrium would return. Susan was in
heaven, and the festivities had barely begun!

     Each of Susan's trysts with young girls had its own dynamic, and she
knew when to go with the flow. She had planned to give Sophie the same
"inspection" that Jean had been subjected to, but given the way things had
developed and the tender feelings she was experiencing at the moment, that
course of action would be jarring and counterproductive. So when Sophie's
grooming had achieved a state where any further attention was superfluous,
Susan leaned over the girl's shoulder and gave her a quick peck on the
cheek.

     "What do you say we watch a little TV together?" Susan suggested
mischievously. The programs she had in mind were anything but family hour!
Susan took both naked teenagers by the hand and led them out of the
luxurious bath suite into an equally luxurious but cozy entertainment room.
The room was equipped with a full suite of state-of-the-art audio-visual
equipment, including a massive plasma TV screen. In front of this was a
comfortable fabric covered couch -- naturally the material had been selected
for its "hand" -- the quality of being comfortable against unclothed flesh.

     That detail was just one of the many features that Susan had included
when she built her current domicile, most of which were designed to
facilitate the woman's unique sexual lifestyle. For example, the lower level
of the home was completely underground. Her goal was to create an isolated
fantasy setting in which none of the sights and sounds of the outside world
could intrude.

     Another design feature of the home was that the isolated lower level
was in effect a self-contained dwelling unit all by itself. In addition to
the den/office, bathroom suite, entertainment room, and specially equipped
bedroom adjoining the bathroom suite, there was a full-featured kitchen and
dining area. The entire level had its own climate controls that kept the
rooms toasty warm and dry -- especially important given that clothing wasn't
just optional at Susan's trysts - it was generally forbidden!

     Susan directed her nude young companions to be seated on the couch, and
picked up a remote control for the various video equipment. Susan understood
that she had pushed the edge of the girls' psychological envelope with her
uncompromising talk and her almost brutal "stripping" sequence. She did so
on purpose: If they changed their minds about proceeding she knew it would
be better for the youngsters -- and herself -- for them to do so before the
time came to perform any real sex acts. Besides, it really turned Susan on
to make the young darlings squirm some at first!

     The next step of the process involved letting -- or requiring -- the
girls to watch some of Jinna's high quality lesbian pornography. Seeing
graphic images of lesbian sex served two purposes. First, it would make even
more clear to the girls what she had in mind, and what they had signed up
for. Second, seeing these things would ease the way toward doing them if
they still stuck with their decision, because they would become accustomed
to the idea of performing lewd but gentle lesbian sex as depicted in Jinna's
videos. Susan had assembled the scenes carefully, selecting those that
portrayed lesbian sex as a gentle and loving activity, for all the explicit
details of cunt-lapping and tit-sucking they included.

     "I'm going to leave you girls alone for a little while with this. It's
Jinna's work --  hot stuff. Relax and enjoy -- I'll be back soon."

     Susan pressed a button and the large TV came to life with the start of
a carefully selected sequence of pornographic scenes. In the opening one,
two young girls who appeared to be similar in age to Sophie and Jean were
sitting on a huge bed wearing "baby doll" nighties. They were giggling and
chatting, apparently having a good time together. Susan quietly let herself
out of the room. Leaving the girls alone would give them a little breather
from the relentless psychological pressure she had been piling on.

     Susan understood that she was treading on shaky moral ground in all of
these activities. She reassured herself by recalling that the girls had
actually signed up for a potentially much more brutal activity -- involvement
in the porn industry -- and that she was in truth shielding them from the
consequences of that choice. Jinna knew her business, and could read people.
She only used models who were psychologically up to the potentially
soul-destroying realities of the industry, because she too was sensitive
about the moral issues involved. That's why Susan's "halfway house" was a
resource she was glad to have.

     Leaving the girls alone also gave Susan a bit of a necessary breather.
She relaxed in the cozy den and reflected upon these issues, and about her
current guests. Young Jean was a bit of a "pistol," and was probably ready
for action right now, but Sophie was a different matter. She would require
gentle treatment. Susan sought to maintain a fine line in her young friends
between the embarrassment of the innocent exposed to the deadly sin of
homosexual lust, and generating excitement at the tasting of "forbidden
fruit." She lapped up the embarrassment like fresh pussy cream from an
aroused young woman, but as a committed lesbian, and essentially a moral
person, she mainly wanted the girls to share her excitement and pleasure.

     Meanwhile, Sophie and Jean quietly viewed the video sequence.
Naturally, the action had advanced quickly, and the cute baby doll girls
were wrapped together and kissing passionately.  "I don't know about this,"
Sophie said to Jean, indicating the action on the video, which soon advanced
to tit sucking and mutual pussy fingering, without ever stopping the
sensuous kissing, however. "I thought this was what I wanted, but now I'm
not so sure."

     Jean was rapt with fascination at the heavy breathing and the oozing
pussies on the screen. SHE was sure, but she pulled her attention away from
the action on the monitor and turned to Sophie. Jean did have a few
reservations, but she could not deny the excitement she felt building at the
prospect of what was to come.

     "Hey Sophie, it won't be so bad. Susan's really pretty nice, even
though she does scare me when she talks dirty like that sometimes. And . . .
you know," she nodded to the screen. "They don't look like they're feeling
any pain! In fact, it looks pretty damned hot if you ask me."

     Sophie nodded, and murmured, "Yeah, I know. Still . . ." Jean forced
her attention from the increasingly vivid action on the screen and focused
on the other girl.

     "You know, Sophie, when Susan kissed me after stripping like that, at
first I thought I was going to gag. But after a few seconds, actually, it
was pretty nice. You have to admit . . ."

     Sophie shook her head, but answered, "Yeah, I know. I can't believe it,
and it's pretty scary, but - it was pretty nice . . ."

     Jean laughed and said, "Hey, when she dried you off after the shower,
don't tell me it didn't feel good."

     Sophie's face turned red, but she nodded. Both girls turned their view
back to the video action. This had advanced to where the girls on the screen
were completely naked, and one was going down on the other, eagerly lapping
up the pussy juice that was flowing freely. Jean spoke again after watching
for a few minutes more.

     "Sophie -- I think Jinna is right, and you and me are pretty lucky. The
last couple hours have been a lot scarier than I imagined -- getting
`stripped' like that, and -- the rest. It's exciting too, but -- I'm glad it's
just you and me and Susan, even though she can be pretty scary, and glad
that there aren't cameras and lights and cameramen and all the rest. You
know?"

     "Oh, yeah, you got that right," Sophie agreed with feeling. "I don't
know what I was thinking. I'm glad I'm here, and not back in that studio.
And yeah -- it IS pretty exciting. Susan called this a `half-way house'? I
think that's exactly right. If Jinna had just said `no' I have three other
studios I was ready to go to. I'm glad I didn't though . . ."

     "Yeah, me too. I wonder what Jinna and Susan meant about helping us
figure out to do with ourselves?" Jean mused. "I mean, the main reason I
thought about doing porn was to make some easy money and get away from home.
Jinna said that Susan could help, and even said something about college, but
wouldn't say any details."

     "Yeah, me too. Susan said we'd get to that after -- this part," Sophie
nodded at the lesbian action taking place on the screen, where the first
pair of girls had been joined by another girl, who had pretended to be
"shocked" as the found the first two munching each other in a full blown 69,
but now had been stripped herself become the object of four delicate female
hands and two soft mouths working over every inch of her body.

     Sophie and Jean did not appreciate Jinna's artistry in making the
action appear exciting and sensual, rather that crude and exploitative in
the manner of most mainstream porn. But they did feel the effects - even the
most die-hard heterosexual would have a hard time not being turned on by the
real sexual passion displayed on the screen. The result for both watchers
was to fulfill Susan's intention of helping to incite lust and curiosity in
her tender young guests.

     After about an hour Susan judged that this goal had been met as much as
possible, and she rose to rejoin her guests. The next step was delicate,
though. Talking and watching were still a long way from doing. But first,
between the time on the road with Jinna and several hours that had passed
since it would have been at least half a day since the Jean and Sophie had
eaten. Susan stopped in the kitchen and removed from the refrigerator a
platter of shrimp and a vegetable tray, then headed back to the
entertainment room.

     "Hi girls, having fun?" Susan maneuvered the food trays through the
door and placed them on a low cocktail table in front of the couch, and sat
next to Sophie, placing the nude teen between herself and Jean. The
continued nakedness was part of Susan's "desensitizing" technique. Jean
appeared to have almost forgotten that she was completely nude, and sitting
in the presence of two other unclothed females, but Sophie was still
sensitive about it, especially as the proximity increasingly led to
skin-to-skin contact. At each such touch Susan felt an electric tingle.

     The action on the video had not stopped, but the first trio of young
women had been replaced by another pair, who were going through the same
motions.

     "We can watch together while we have a bite. This action is pretty hot
stuff, hey Jean?" Susan asked provocatively and gave the girl a big smile.
Jean smiled back a bit less fulsomely -- she was still nervous about was
happening, and what was going to happen, but her natural spunkiness, and her
undeniably growing excitement and anticipation made it impossible for her to
deny it.

     "Those girls really look like they're having a good time," she agreed.

     "Well, I happen to know that they are, because Jinna made this film,
and she works hard to make the models feel comfortable. But -- it's also hard
work what they're doing. What do you think, Sophie?" Sophie did not know
what to say. "It's OK, sweetie, I know you're nervous." Susan gave the girl
a chaste pat on the knee. "But admit it -- it DOES look like they're enjoying
themselves, doesn't it?" The girl nodded. "And I'll bet you're just getting
just a little bit curious about what it's like, huh?"

     Again, and barely perceptibly, Sophie nodded. She couldn't deny it: She
was curious, and more. Scared as heck, yeah, but mixed in with the fear was
a growing amount of nervous excitement about what she knew was coming. She
also realized that she had been an idiot. Despite the fact that she had
thought she wanted to make movies like the one they were watching, amazingly
she had not really considered exactly what that meant. To be specific, she
still couldn't quite imagine herself actually putting her mouth on another
woman's -- vagina. On the other hand, the prospect of having some of those
things done to her was definitely exciting. Especially all that soft kissing
and hugging - it really looked very nice. Again she realized that she and
Jean were pretty lucky, and that Jinna was pretty smart. Susan was really
nice, and had said this would be really erotic and fun. Sophie was
increasingly coming to suspect she was right.

     "OK, dig in girls. I know you must be hungry, and I'll bet you don't
usually get treats like this." Like all of Susan's sensual pleasures, the
food she enjoyed was an expensive delicacy of the highest quality. While
still sensitive about their nakedness, and unable to ignore the explicit
lesbian action taking place on the screen before them, the two teens
nevertheless WERE hungry and began to eat.

     The food had a relaxing effect, and more of Sophie's nervousness melted
away. Susan sensed that the girl wasn't quite at the point of eagerness, but
from this point on she would take her time and not try to force anything
her.

     It was time. She reached forward and pressed another button on the
remote control, stopping the action as three girls were in the midst of a
three-way muff-munching daisy chain. Jean's lips were parted, and she was
breathing heavily as she watched the delectable scene. Susan suspected that
the girl had been dying to reach down to own pussy for relief, as was Susan,
but the youngster had still been too shy and uncertain, and Susan had
resisted because she had bigger things in mind.

     JEAN GETS HER FIRST TASTE OF PUSSY

     "Alright, I think we're ready." Time for one last small dose of shock
treatment. "You will come into my bed now, and I will lick your precious
young sex, just like the girls you've been watching do. You will have many
orgasms. You will make the sheets wet with your flooding cum. And you will
lick me in return. Come!"

     Susan stood, and pulled the naked teenagers to their feet by the hand.
She marched them back into the hallway, to the first door past the bathroom
suite where the girls had been stripped. Susan led them into a bedroom that
like everything else in the house had been designed with special features
that catered to her exotic and illicit sexual tastes. Prime among these was
a massive bed, half again larger in every dimension as the standard king
size model. The bed was set in an alcove, surrounded on three sides by fully
mirrored walls, and therefore accessible from the foot end only. Those
mirrors provided a 270 degree visual feast to the participants when the bed
was being used for its intended purpose.

     That purpose was sex. Raw, wet, lesbian sex. Oceans-of-cum-producing
sex revolving around Susan Smith, and fresh, innocent, nubile young women.
Like the two she was now leading onto the threshold of their first
slit-licking, tit sucking lesbian sex experience.

     The huge bed was covered by just a sheet, and was strewn with pillows
and cushions of various sizes. Susan climbed onto it, and directed her
soon-to-be sexmates to join her. She arranged some of the pillows as a
backrest, and leaned back. The naked teenagers were fully nervous again,
knowing that the preliminaries were over and it was time for the main event.
They knelt on the massive linen-covered surface, not knowing what to do
next. Susan let them dangle there for a moment, drinking in their
embarrassed anxiety and nervousness.

     "Come here, Sophie. Lie here, next to me. Jean -- on the other side of
Sophie. Let's get comfortable. The two girls assumed the positions as
directed. Susan climbed onto her knees, and maneuvered herself into a
position facing the two teenagers, straddling one of her legs over one of
each of theirs. She had to nudge the youngsters' legs apart to make room,
and when she was finished her crotch rested on two soft young teen thighs.
The girls could feel their thigh flesh being tickled by Susan's soft pubic
hairs.

     Susan took a long moment to look deeply into each girls eyes, first
one, then the other. This is what she lived for, and her heart was beating a
mile a minute. Then she leaned forward and delicately placed her lips
against Sophie's. This was unlike the rough, invasive kisses she had stolen
earlier. Instead, it was soft and slow and gentle. She didn't even use her
tongue -- yet - but just rubbed her lips sensuously against the soft young
lips of her soon-to-be lesbian lover. She did use a little tongue to apply
moisture to the lovely teen's lips. Then she sucked at them lightly, first
the upper, then the lower, then delicately traced both with her tongue.

     Susan's hands had been resting on her own thighs, but now she brought
them up and gently cupped Sophie's face, softly caressing the girl's
cheekbones, and chin, and upper neck, and the soft area under and behind the
ears. She extended her tongue a bit and felt an electric thrill when the
girl responded by parting her lips, welcoming the friendly invader this
time. Susan knew she was a good kisser, and had learned from watching the
girl watch the pornographic videos that she really liked this part, so Susan
took her time.

     When she finally, reluctantly drew back Sophie had a dreamy look on her
face, like she was partly off in another world. The kiss had also calmed
Susan; her heart wasn't pounding with excitement like it had been when she
had assumed her position straddling the tender young teen thighs. That was
good, because she wanted this to last.

     Susan had not forgotten her other guest, who had watched the lengthy
kiss with lively interest, anticipation, and even a bit of pettish "my turn,
already" attitude. Susan moved her face over to Jean's, and smiled into the
girl's eyes, picking up the girl's rising passion. She lowered her lips to
Jean's, but treated her differently, in keeping with blonde's own more
direct style. Susan started the kiss softly, as with Sophie, but quickly
grew more demanding, her insistent tongue finding its way into the naked
teen's mouth, and exploring deeply within. Susan was delighted to feel Jean
responding with her own tongue, and this initiated a series of tongue duels.
She retreated her tongue after a few such exchanges and invited the girl to
follow, which Jean did, tentatively at first, then more boldly probing with
her own tongue into the experienced and lustful mouth of her lesbian mentor.

     Where Susan had accompanied her kiss to Sophie with soft facial
caresses, she took a more accelerated approach with Jean, stroking her
fingers lightly across the girl's petite young breasts, then cupping them in
her palms and applying a gentle massage. Susan was aware that, not counting
the squeezes and kisses she had stolen earlier, this action marked the
commencement of actual lesbian sexual engagement with these two girls.

Susan could feel the soft thighs on which her now steadily dripping pussy
rested beginning to get slippery with her own pre-cum juice, and the
sensation thrilled her. She could not stop herself from gently grinding her
mound into the smooth flesh. To get proper contact she had to choose one
thigh or another, and of course she chose the eager and increasingly lustful
Jean. She would be gentle and slow with Sophie until the end, but Jean was
ready to pick up the pace. Susan could feel the girl's heart speed and
breath become slightly ragged as the lingering kiss and the breast
stimulation had its effect. Susan became more direct with those itty bitty
titties with their delightful cone-shaped peaks, focusing her attentions on
the girl's tiny, tender young nipples. They were sensitive ones, too, as
Susan learned when the girl gasped at the first tweaking pinches.

          Once again, Susan didn't want to neglect her other guest, so she
eventually broke off her kiss with Jean. She sat back and took a deep
breath, surveying the nude teenagers reclining lewdly on her bed. As
mentioned, Jean was ready for anything. Sophie still looked nervous, but
Susan knew she was also excited. She decided it was time to start giving
Sophie a little more direct sexual stimulation, and begin working to reduce
that nervousness by generating even more honest lust.

     Once again, Susan didn't want to neglect her other guest, so she
eventually broke off the kiss with Jean. She sat back and took a deep
breath, surveying the nude teenagers reclining lewdly on her bed. As
mentioned, Jean was ready for anything. Sophie still looked nervous, but
Susan knew she was also excited. She decided it was time to start giving
Sophie a little more direct sexual stimulation, and begin working to reduce
that nervousness by generating even more honest lust.

     Susan climbed off the girls' thighs, and moved back to a semi-recumbent
position alongside Sophie. She tilted her head and engaged the girl in
another soft French kiss, then backed off and looked at Jean. "Help me,
Jean. We're going to make Sophie feel loved." After viewing the soft kissing
and fondling scenes in the video tapes, Jean knew what she meant. Susan
returned her lips to Sophie's, but this time accompanied the action with
soft caresses of the girl's neck and ears. She broke off the kiss to nuzzle
the same areas with her lips, planting a series of light kisses around the
soft flesh of her neck.

     Jean got the idea, and began awkwardly caressing Jean's shoulders and
arm, with less skill than Susan but equal enthusiasm. Susan interrupted this
action to give Jean a quick but thorough kiss, then resumed her sensual
ministrations to the fleshier, rounder body of the slightly older but more
timid teen. As she peppered the girl's face and neck with soft kisses, Susan
let her hands slowly wander down the nude body of the passive adolescent.
She gently stroked her stomach and sides, working gradually upward until she
was caressing the soft vee between the girl's heavy breasts. She alternated
her neck and ear and shoulder kisses with returns Sophie's mouth, giving her
deep, soulful kisses, then quicker but equally erotic French kisses with
Jean, and then resuming the slow ramping up of Sophie's sensual
enlightenment.

     Susan's hands grew bolder with Sophie's heavy breasts, and she began to
softly twirl spiral designs across their surface with a finger. Eventually
she was cupping one, then the other in her hands, and finally working on the
nipples themselves. All the while keeping up the kissing and nuzzling of
sweet teen's face, neck and lips.

     This attention was having he intended effect - Sophie increasingly was
feeling twinges of pure arousal. She still had that dreamy look from all the
kissing and nuzzling, but her breath was showing just a hint of raggedness,
too. She gasped softly when Susan began tweaking a soft brown areola,
rimming the sensitive saucers surrounding the delicate central nub. She
gasped again when Susan began working her gentle kisses down her chest and
over the tender flesh of her breasts. She issued a low moan when she felt
the older woman's mouth finally encircle a nipple, tweaking and gently
nipping with her teeth at the nub in the center.

     On the other side, Jean had also moved her caresses to a breast. Susan
paused from her tit-sucking to lean over and deliver another deep
tongue-kiss to the tight blonde. She then cupped one of Sophie's soft
breasts in both hands and presented the nipple to Jean, inviting her to
suck. Jean eagerly accepted her first taste of naked female titflesh,
imitating Susan's actions by flicking her stiffened tongue back and forth
across the central nub, nipping lightly with her teeth, rimming the areola
with her tongue, rubbing her teeth over the bumpy brownish surface of the
areola.

     Again sucking the ample melons, Susan almost had an orgasm when she
heard Sophie issue another low moan, and tentatively place a hand on the
back of the older woman's head, encouraging her not to stop sucking the
nipple. Both the experienced lesbian, and the young blonde enjoying her
first experience of girl-girl sex sucked happily for a long time.

     Susan's own excitement continued to soar to new peaks, and eventually
she could not stand it anymore -- she needed relief. Reluctantly, she
separated herself from Sophie's nipple and sat up. All three women were
breathless and flushed, and Susan forced herself to take some deep breaths
before proceeding. She had thought about kissing her way down Sophie's body
with her mouth, but her own burning need caused a change in plans.

     Jean had also stopped titsucking when Susan sat up, and she too rose up
to look at Susan, and at the heavier nude girl reclined between them. Sophie
stayed where she was, her eyes slitted. Susan looked down to the vee at the
juncture of girl's fleshy thighs, and saw the teen's legs were parted and a
thing ooze of girl juice was dripping onto the sheet.

     That's it, Susan thought -- I NEED to cum!

     "Jean - " Susan's voice broke, and she cleared her throat. "I can't
stand it anymore. Do you think you are ready?" Jean knew what Susan wanted.
She was scared, but she WAS ready, and she nodded. Susan laid back again and
spread her legs wide, raising her knees and causing her dripping cunt to
open wide. "I know you've never done this, but you watched the video, and
believe me, it won't take much. I need a cum right now!"

     The hot blonde crawled over the supine body of the other teen, and lay
on her stomach between Susan's widespread legs. She had already seen Susan's
open pussy when the older woman stripped for the teens hours earlier, but
then it had not been flushed and dripping, red with excitement. She also had
seen the aroused female private parts in the video, but of course videos
don't exude pussy smell. Susan was as well scrubbed as the other two
females, but hours of arousal had generated the deep musky smell of
woman-lust. The immediacy of this dripping, demanding cunt had an impact
that Jean had not expected, and she paused. Not for long, though. She
tentatively reached out with her tongue, and stroked it upwards along one of
the widely spread lips.

     The first taste shocked her, and she hesitated again. In addition to
the deep musk there was a faintest hint of a uriney tang. Jean took a deep
breath, and dove in. From the videos she had a pretty good idea what to do.
She slavered her tongue up and down, from vagina to clit and back. She
stiffened her tongue and probed deeply into the gushing hole. She found that
her nose followed the tongue into the pink passage, and realized that her
entire face had very promptly become covered with the older woman's slippery
essence. Jean worked her way back up to the clit, and gave it a few swift
sideways flicks with the underside of her tongue.

     Susan was anything but passive. She had exercised iron discipline in
drawing out the opening phases of the initiation of the two teenagers into
the joys of lesbian sex, but all that was forgotten in a lustful frenzy of
NEED. She moaned deeply at the first touch of the girl's tongue on her sex,
and shuddered when the teen ran the organ up and down from clit to vaginal
opening. When the stiffened tongue delved into her vaginal passage, her hips
bucked, and she became more vocal.

     "Oh! Oh! Oh!" A series of percussive exclamations came from Susan's
lips. When Jean shifted her attention to the stiff and super-sensitive clit,
Susan gave a musical howl, and that was it -- she felt herself tumble over a
cliff of orgasmic ecstasy. Of their own accord her hands grasped the blond
girl's head and pulled it tightly into her crotch. Her hips bucked as wave
after wave of bliss thundered through her body.

     At her end, Jean was doing her best to cope with the powerful release
she had triggered. She had to grab breaths between pelvic thrusts, because
Susan had pulled the blonde's pretty face tightly against her dripping sex.
Then she found her mouth filled by a flood of woman-come, and had no
alternative but to swallow. It was frightening, but unimaginably exciting,
and she could not help feeling powerful and proud of what she had effected.

     Jean did her best to continue to work her tongue as these cum-quakes
rocked the older woman's sleek body. Susan's hip thrusts changed to a faster
frequency and shorter oscillation as the powerful orgasm arrived at its
concluding spasms. Suddenly, her clit reached that point of excruciating
sensitivity where no further stimulation could be tolerated, and she thrust
her bottom backwards with a yelp, removing her sex from the teen's eager
attentions.

     Susan was enervated with spent pleasure, but sensitive to how her
powerful release would have affected the young girls, possibly frightening
them. She fought back her weakness, and sought to rise up and provide
reassurance. She feebly drew Jean from her perch between her own widespread
legs, and cuddled the girl against her side. On the other side she reached a
hand over and gave Sophie a soft pat on the back of her hand. Susan looked
back at Jean, and laughed weakly at the way the teen's face was completely
drenched with her musky cum juice.

     "Oh, you poor dear. Come here and let me clean you up." Susan used her
lips and tongue to remove the excess moisture from Jean's sweet young face,
enjoying licking the taste of her own essence on another woman's skin. She
felt the first twinge of reviving arousal at this. Then she had more mercy,
and handed the stunned teen one of the soft pillows scattered around the
bed.

     "Here, sweetie, you can wipe your face on this. Give me a few minutes,
and we'll take you into the bathroom where you can wash your face. That
juice can get sticky!"

     Sophie had watched the entire performance with awe. She was hugely
impressed by Jean's courage in applying her mouth to this frightening adult
woman's dripping - cunt. She was stunned -- and fascinated - at the
monumental effects that Jean's tiny little tongue flicks had generated in
Susan. Watching the woman's powerful orgasm had scared her -- she had no idea
that THIS is what an orgasm looked like. But frightening as it was, she
could tell from Susan's reaction, and also from the scenes in the dirty
movie Susan had shown, that it had to be really a tremendous and desirable
thing.

     Sophie didn't think she had ever had an orgasm. Certainly she had never
experienced anything like what she had just witnessed. Sometimes, in bed at
night with the lights out, she would lie on her stomach, place a pillow
between her legs, and "hump" it. She would clench the muscles of her thighs
as tightly as possible, and after a couple minutes -- the longest she could
keep up the physical effort -- "something" would happen that felt good and
gave a small sense of release, but she didn't think it was an orgasm.

     JEAN GETS HERS

     Susan had caught her breath again, and she sat up and announced,
"Bathroom break. Come on, girls, lets take a powder." The three women
descended from the massive bed, and Susan led the way into the adjoining
bathroom suite. Jean did wash her face, then. After using the "facilities"
in a separate little alcove Susan decided that she needed a rinse. The
bathroom featured a built in spa, and Susan stepped in for a quick dip,
submerging up to her neck for just a minute, then climbing back out and
wrapping herself in one of the oversized towels.

     She did not invite the teenagers to join her. Their showers had been
more recent, and they had not undergone the physical tumult that had wracked
Susan - a powerful orgasm coming after several hours of intense sexual
excitement. Instead, the girls had undergone a different kind of tumult --
emotional, as they were force marched through an accelerated indoctrination
on the intensity of lesbian lust.

     When Susan had dried off and the other girls had seen to their own
comfort, the trio returned to the bedroom. Susan left the pair for a quick
moment, ducking into the kitchen and retrieving three frozen
yogurt-on-a-stick snacks for a little treat, and necessary sustenance. Susan
hopped up onto the bed - the other two had already done so -- and handed out
the snacks. The three girls sat on the bed with their legs crossed, slurping
the snacks, and enjoying a peaceful moment together. Surprisingly, it was
Jean who broke the pattern:

     "Did you ever try putting ice on your nipples," she asked, with a
devilish grin. Susan knew what was coming as soon as the words were out, and
played dumb.

     "Oh," she laughed, "that sounds coo-old," giving a little shivering
motion. "Wow, I'll bet they would really pucker up!"

     The devilish look remained in Jean's eye, and with a threatening,
faux-stealthy approach she reached the icy treat toward Susan's right
nipple. Susan tightened her face in a mock-grimace, and thrust her chest in
Jean's direction, acting the part of a "go ahead and do your worst, I can
take it" heroine, accepting the cruel end that fate had decreed. When the
frozen delicacy contacted the sensitive nipple she squealed, but left it
there for moment, before pulling away again, laughing. The three girls
looked at the result.

     "Yep, pretty puckered, I'd say," Jean delivered the verdict. "Your
turn, Sophie." With that she applied the cold confection the much larger
nipples of the shy teenager. Sophie gasped, and after a moment Jean withdrew
the cold. "Yep, seems to work with yours, too," Jean observed. The fleshy
girl's large areola had scrunched itself into a prune-like texture, and was
also wet now from the melting snack.

     Susan looked at Sophie, and nodded in Jean's direction. "Are we gonna
let her get away with that? C'mon -- you get the left one, and I'll get the
right." Sophie's response was anything but exuberantly spontaneous, but she
went along. Susan "attacked" Jean, pressing her down on the bed, and
pressing her cold snack against the girl's small nipple, which tightened and
shrunk even smaller than its usual tiny state at the contact. Sophie came in
on the other side a second later, and Jean squealed and laughed at the
double attack. All three girls were laughing now, and Susan was merciless
with the cold nipple treatment. She relented before too long, though, and
the girls finished their treats with few more "feints" at each others
nipples with the rapidly diminishing suckers, having to lick vigorously
between "attacks," since the treats were beginning to melt. Sophie was
giggling too, but had not taken the initiative by going for one other girls'
breasts on her own. The horseplay ended when the snacks were consumed, and
Susan gathered up the now empty popsicle sticks and tossed then into a waste
basket near the oversized bed.

     Now Susan was ready to get back to the main event, which was
pussy-drenching lesbian sex. The snack break had provided some welcome comic
relief for the serious business of girl-girl passion, and given all of them
a welcome energy boost. It allowed Susan to catch her breath after her
stupendous orgasm, and, through the choice of treats, created a perfect
segueway back to sex. It was not an accident that the snack Susan provided
lent itself to sexual games. If Jean had not began the cold nipple game,
Susan would have done so herself. Now she took advantage.

     "Jean, you little minx, look -- my nipple is all sticky now!" Susan
pressed a finger against her nipple, on which the frozen yogurt had dried to
a tacky consistency. When she lifted her finger away, her nipple-bud "stuck"
for a moment, the finger tugging the pink flesh outward. "I think I'll make
you clean it off." Once again she pressed the tight teen's body back onto
the bed, and taking her own breast in her hand, fed it into the girl's
eagerly opening mouth.

     Jean cleaned off the nipple, and a lot more. She joined in the spirit
of the act, giving Susan's nipple a thorough sucking. The small blonde was
learning fast, and alternated between suckling like a baby, flicking a
stiffened tongue rapidly across the now hardened nub, nipping the bud with
her teeth, rubbing her teeth roughly over the surface of the areola, and
more. Susan felt her pussy quiver and get wet again. When she felt the one
nipple had been well worked over she withdrew it from the girl's willing
mouth.

"Oh, you've done a very good job cleaning it off, Jean. You've repaid the
principle -- now you still owe interest, though!" With that she lowered her
other nipple to the tight-bodied teen's wide-open mouth. This breast had not
been touched by the frozen treat, and wasn't sticky. The gameplaying was
over, the girls were back into unabashed lesbian sex. Jean applied her
growing tit-sucking skill to this nipple just as she had the previous one,
and Susan felt herself begin once again to grow a bit lightheaded with lust.
It was time to "spread the wealth" a bit, though. She again withdrew her
breast from the mouth of the eager teen tit sucker, and cleared her throat
before trying to speak. Her next words came out with a sultry tone:

     "Wait a minute -- Sophie's tittie is still sticky. I think you need to
take care of her, too." Susan motioned Sophie into place, and directed her
to lower one huge breast into Jean's waiting mouth. When Sophie leaned
forward her pendulous breasts swung down and away from her body,
exaggerating their already impressive mass. Jean went to work, and was soon
giving Sophie's "dinner plate" nipple a royal sucking. Susan watched the
sweet young adolescent sex play with delighted lust.

     Jean did not need to be given an instructions about "interest" and
"principle" this time. She alternated from one heavy mammary to the other,
and enjoyed the experience of playing with a pair of big tits bouncing
against her face. She squeezed each breast in turn from different angles,
fascinated at the way that, like a balloon, pressure in one area could cause
bulges in another. She filled her entire mouth with the size XXL nipples,
and tried to suck as much of the gel-like tit flesh into her mouth as
possible. She bounced them, and slapped them against the side of her cheeks,
and smooshed them against her mouth and nose so that she could not breath
around them.

     Sophie was focused more on the loving kisses that Susan was planting on
her shoulders and neck. The stimulation of her heavy teats was like a
pleasant source of secondary stimulation. After several minutes Susan
decided Sophie had spent more than enough time as a passive recipient, and
was ready to perform her first lesbian sex act.

     "Sophie, I thing we're being selfish. Poor little Jean still has sticky
nipples." Susan didn't give the dark-haired teen a chance to think, just
drew her down until the voluptuous girl was lying on her side alongside of
Jean's outstretched nude body. Susan took the mirror position on the other
side, and lowered her mouth to one of the short-haired blonde's small tits
and tiny nipples, so completely unlike Sophie's pendulous melons and "dinner
plate" nipples.

     Sophie knew what was expected, and awkwardly went to work on the breast
on her side. She began by cleaning off the sticky frozen candy residue in a
workmanlike manner, but understood that the time had come for her to
actively contribute to the lesbian orgy she had found herself in the midst
of. Her breasts had been the subject of much attention from the other girls.
She had watched Jean thoroughly work over Susan's tits, and the pornographic
movies they had watched showed more tit-sucking action. Sophie had the
theory; now she attempted the practice.

     Really, it was not bad at all. She had realized during the videos that
along with the kissing the breast-play part of this lesbian sex thing
wouldn't be hard at all, not like that other thing -- placing her mouth on
another woman's genitals -- which still scared the devil out of her.

     Susan also had expected that tit sucking would be the easy part for
Sophie. It was for most young girls during their first experience of lesbian
sex. After all, sucking nipples was the first and most natural thing that
every human did. And nubile young girls whose bodies were changing or had
recently changed were all fascinated by tits. How could they not be, as
these amazing mounds sprouted from their previously flat chests , and as
their nipples developed an exquisite sensitivity that was hotwired directly
to the clitoris that was the vital core of female sexuality?

     As she worked on the tit on her side, Susan was letting her hands
wander over the rest of the smaller teen's body. She stroked the girl's
stomach and thighs, brushing her pubic hairs and dipping quickly in and out
of the extra-sensitive flesh of the inner thigh. Susan was teasing and
ramping Jean up, and it didn't take much to do so. Jean had fully abandoned
herself to the lesbian tryst she had been drawn into. She had already sucked
pussy, and experienced the powerful feeling of having brought another woman
to orgasm. She was hot and bothered -- bothered that Susan kept coming near
her well soaked pussy, but not all the way.

     Unlike Sophie, Jean had experienced orgasms, and knew it. She knew
because she masturbated herself to orgasm almost every night, and loved it.
Indeed, in the emotional and financial semi-poverty in which she lived, self
administered sex was one of Jean's most treasured activities. She was
starting to think that lesbian sex might replace it as number one on her
list, though -- if that woman would just TOUCH MY PUSSY!

     Susan knew Jean had arrived at just that level of insistent sexual need
to which she had worked to bring her. She sat up, and indicated that Sophie
should suspend her nipple play also.

     "C'mere, Sophie. I want you to watch closely. I'm going to suck Jean's
pussy now." Jean moaned as she heard the lewd announcement. She even bucked
her hips a bit, lifting her butt off the bed and thrusting her pussy in
Susan's direction. Where Sophie and assumed a dreamy look when stimulated,
Jean's eyes were wide open and intense.

     "See, Sophie, she's ready. Look how wet her pussy is." Susan cupped her
palm reached under the girl's vagina, scooping from the perineum between her
pussy and asshole, where juices had accumulated, and upwards all the way
from honey pot to pubic mound, simultaneously gathering and spreading the
clear, viscous liquid. Jean moaned, and Susan raised the wetted hand to her
own mouth, licking the fingers clean, loving the fresh young teen-taste.

     Jean's eye's were begging now, and Susan was almost, but not quite
ready to relent. "What do you want, Jean?" Jean thrust her crotch again
insistently in Susan's direction. "No, you greedy little slut. I want to
hear you say it! Say you want this lesbian woman to lick your cunt!"

     Jean had no hesitation: "Please, Susan. Lick my cunt! Please!" Susan's
stomach did a little flip-flop with excitement at the way the pretty young
teenage girl was begging for lesbian pussy sucking, but she hesitated just
one brief moment longer. She lowered her forehead onto the girl's pubic
mound, and breathed deep, soaking up the smell and sight of the heart-shaped
genitals, the adolescent pussy lips engorged with lust, and a tiny little
clit trying to peek out from its protective hood, but too dainty to succeed
by itself. Susan tilted her head and brushed her cheek where her hand had
stroked upwards along the lips, wetting her face with the girl's flooding
quim juice. These were the moments that Susan lived for -- her first taste of
a nubile teenage girl, a teenage girl who was begging to have her dripping
vulva sucked by her experienced lesbian lover! Susan dove in.

     She buried her face in the girl's sex, mashing her chin and mouth and
nose into the dripping genitalia, her face instantly becoming thoroughly
drenched with the feminine passion juice. Then she opened her mouth wide and
gathered as much of the pussy as possible within, sucking and slurping
rudely as she did so. She jammed her nose into the girl's flooding vaginal
passage, moshing it around in a high pressure nose-fucking. She followed up
with a stiffened tongue, trying to stuff as much of her now-slippery face as
she could into the gushing vulva. Susan was drunk with cunt, mad with cunt,
in a frenzy of cunt-love. This had nothing to do with stimulating the young
girl, this was all Susan indulging in a cunt-binge!

     Not that the girl wasn't being stimulated - she was! Susan's frenzy
communicated itself to Jean, who felt her knees weaken and her own gut do a
little backflip in a feedback loop of mutual thrill. Her pussy was on fire
as she received her first lesbian cunnilingus. In that moment of mutual
frenzy, delicately skilled tonguing and sucking were would have been wasted
anyway. Jean responded to Susan's pussy mania by jamming her crotch into the
woman's face, assisting Susan's effort to swallow up her sex, and wanting
her sex to be swallowed.

     This roaring flame of mutual cunt-passion quickly consumed the pent up
need on which it fed -- Susan' need to bury her face in a fresh teenager's
most private parts, Jean's need for immediate physical attention to her
fresh teenage pudenda aching with lust. When it had burned itself out Susan
was ready to apply her considerable skill to pleasuring the young women with
her mouth, and Jean was ready for the kind of pleasuring that would deliver
the orgasm her hot young sex was demanding.

     Meanwhile, Sophie had followed her instructions and watched closely.
When Susan had given the order to do so she had not realized that she and
Jean were going to find themselves tossed by a storm of cunt frenzy.
Sophie's reaction was not unlike that she experienced at the results of
Jean's earlier performance of oral sex on the older woman -- shock and awe,
fear and fascination. She tensed up with anxiety. But, when the frenzy ended
and Susan settled into a steady application of lesbian lip service to her
young lover's private parts, the contrast caused Sophie's tension to
unconsciously ease, and she relaxed as much as possible given the emotional
turmoil generated by this quick march into the world of depraved lesbian
sex. The easing tension had the effect of allowing her to adhere to the
spirit of Susan's order, which was to clinically observe and, presumably,
learn.

     Susan had frankly forgotten Sophie in her frenzy of cunt worship. She
now settled in to apply her finely honed skill at performing cunnilingus.
However, just as Susan's need for release had been all consuming when she
had practically forced Jean go down on her, so she sensed that Jean was in a
similar state, and it wouldn't take much to push the tight young blonde over
the top. Susan wouldn't make the adolescent wait too long, but equally she
wanted to ensure that Jean's first experience as the recipient of girl-girl
mouth-to-pussy attention would be a memorable one. That meant that things
could not be brought to a head too quickly. So she slowed the tempo while
applying well practiced tongue and lips, giving Jean the full benefit of her
skill, but at a pace that ensured the young woman would not overscale her
peak too quickly.

     Susan began by resuming her tongue and nose fucking of the girl's
honeypot, but using a deliberate rhythm rather than the driving frenzy of a
few moments earlier. She next dragged her tongue northwards over the opened
labia, sensuously sliding it from side to side as she proceeded up to the
tiny clit. There, she continued the sinuous side-to-side motion, except now
using the softer and slipperier underside of the tongue, varying the
pressure and tempo as she felt the lusting teen respond: less pressure when
Jean approached a peak, more when the withdrawal of intense stimulation drew
the hot-blooded adolescent back from the edge of orgasm. Before the clitty
attention caused the delicate nub to become too sensitive Susan retreated
lower, tonguing away the juice that had accumulated in the perineum area
separating genitalia from anus, then tongue-fucking again the vaginal
tunnel, and then sucking as much of the outer lips as she could into her
mouth, noisily sucking the sweet pink flesh in and out, again and again.

     Jean was in heaven. She understood exactly what Susan was doing. Her
pounding need for a cum was as intense as ever, but her fresh young sex had
never experienced such exquisite pleasure as that the older woman was
delivering. Her attitude about participating in lesbian sex had undergone a
complete shift since she and Sophie had arrived at the home of this
wonderful, frightening woman just a few hours earlier, and been told in such
chillingly uncompromising terms what was expected of them. Then, she had
been resigned to get it over with as little fuss as possible. Now, the fact
that it was another female generating this unbelievable pleasure was
actually adding to the excitement. The frisson of tasting forbidden fruit
added immeasurably to the experience. In this she was, without realizing it,
very similar to Susan, whose taste for very young lesbian lovers was
similarly due largely to the appeal of forbidden fruit. Not to mention the
universally recognized allure of nubile females, the girl-child newly
endowed with womanly charms.

     But the time had come for a cum. Susan was finely tuned to the girl's
sensations, and fully understood that after a certain point sexual pleasure
became unbearable without release. As she performed oral sex on Jean's
tender young sex Susan did not neglect to cast her gaze up to the
youngster's pretty face. Susan had noted the contrast between Sophie's
dreamy romance and the blonde's full blooded lustful intensity. While her
pussy was being sucked Jean's pretty features went through an amazing
sequence of expressions, from teeth grinding grimace, to stalwart effort, to
panting need and determination to fill it. Her entire body was glistening
with perspiration from the energy she was pouring into her receipt of
lesbian cunnilingus. Susan would have laughed at the wonderful display, but
she was too busy licking pussy. Finally, Susan knew that Jean could wait no
longer, and was getting dangerously near that fine line between pleasure and
-- something else. She went in for the kill.

     First she inserted her middle finger deeply into Jean's vagina, and
then the index finger, filling the tight tunnel pleasantly, but not too
much, and plunging the digits smoothly in and out with a steady and
relentless rhythm. She returned her mouth and tongue to the clit region,
applying suction, drawing the inflamed organ in and out of her mouth, as she
did so drawing the little nub and surrounding flesh deliberately over the
soft inside of her puckered lips. This brought Jean right up to the edge,
and then Susan delivered the coup de grace. Once again the applied the
side-to-side movement of the soft underside of her tongue slurping across
the clit, except this time she added suction and a vigorous side-to-side
motion with her entire head.

     Jean lasted for about five or six of these sideways oscillations, which
were accompanied by the steady finger fucking that had never let up, before
falling crazily over a cliff of pleasure. Wave after wave of intense orgasm
rocked her small frame. She let out an inchoate cry that sustained itself
and grew into a hoarse scream. The girl was gasping, and nearly fainted with
the intensity of her first lesbian orgasm. Her pelvis rocked and jerked
spasmodically upwards into Susan's face, the full strength of Jean's
vigorous, athletic body driving the motion. Susan almost feared that the
girl would break her nose, but she knew how to match her own motions to a
woman in the throes of uncontrollable orgasm.

     As the intense spasms wracked the teenager's glistening body, Susan was
overcome with tenderness for her young lesbian lover, and pride in her own
ability to seduce a juicy teenager like Jean, then consummate the seduction
with her mouth, giving the girl the gift of intense orgasm.

     Once the full force of the tumult passed, Jean's small body continued
to gently shudder in a diminishing rhythm of aftershocks. Susan had pulled
away from all physical contact with Jean's genitalia when she sensed that
the orgasm had passed its crescendo and any further touch would be
unbearable. After a minute or so, when the peak sensitivity had passed, she
rested her forehead and inhaled deeply of Jean's dripping sex. The bed
underneath the girl's tight bottom was drenched with her womanly emissions.
In addition to drinking in the musky aroma, Susan fully imbibed the moment.
Here she was, her face resting on the dripping pussy of a hot little
teenaged girl, feeling the aftershocks of the adolescent's first girl-girl
orgasm. For a depraved lesbian who lived for the chance to pleasure young
girls, this was one of life's incredible high points. Susan loved this as
much as life itself, and was immensely grateful that she lived in a time and
place, and had the resources, to make these experiences possible.

     When she had drunk her fill, Susan crawled up next to Jean and cuddled
up close, her pussy-soaked cheek brushing against the sweat-damp cheek of
the younger female. Some young girls were repelled by the touch and smell
and taste of their own pussy on another woman's face, even if they enjoyed
lesbian sex. Others found it intensely exciting to drink in their own
cum-juice from the face of the lesbian who had just brought them to orgasm.
Jean was recovering rapidly from her intense cum, and she demonstrated which
camp she fell into by tilting her face and delivering a full throated French
kiss to Susan, diving her tongue boldly into the experienced lesbian's
cum-drenched mouth, reaching her tongue right down toward the other woman's
throat, as if she wanted to recover some the precious vaginal fluids that
Susan had swallowed. Jean ended the lingual invasion, and proceeded to wash
Susan's cunt-slippery face with her lips and tongue, savoring the taste of
her own genitals on the other woman's face.

     In fact, the smell and taste and feel of her own quim juice on this
beautiful lesbian's face was lifting Jean right back into a state of lust,
which was amazing, given that just minutes earlier she was on the verge of
"le petit morte" of intense orgasm. Susan knew that every woman was
different in this way. She herself was knocked out by a powerful orgasm, and
had to ration herself because of that. Other women could cum and cum for
hours, and never seem to get too much. Susan watched Jean gaze back at her
at her, happy and satisfied, but not sated. The girl was ready for more!

     Susan laughed, "You hot little puss!" Well, some girls were like that,
and Susan was grateful for it. In her experience as a committed lesbian,
there were two kinds of Sapphic female: Those for whom it was better to give
pleasure, and those for whom it was better to receive pleasure. Not than
anyone could be all one way and none of the other -- giving was no fun unless
you also "got" sometimes. No, the difference had to do with the frequency
and ratio of giving to getting. Susan loved to bring other women to orgasm,
and could do many times for each time her own need rose up and demanded
release, as it had earlier when she inducted Jean to the sisterhood of
girl-sucking women. The bottom line was, much as Susan loved to have her own
slit licked and sucked, she could only handle so many orgasms in a given
period of time, and within that time took great pleasure in using her own
skill to bring another woman to many more orgasms.

     Given Jean's apparent predilections in this area, Susan decided to
capitalize on the adolescent's resurgent lust, and make sure that her
introduction to lesbian sex would leave no stone of pleasure uncovered.
Susan went to work kissing and nuzzling Jean's face, neck and breasts. She
gave the youth just a bit of nipple play, then worked her way down across
her stomach to creamy thighs still slippery with cum juice. Susan teased
just a bit, sensuously kissing the girl's soft inner thighs and massaging
the soft fur on her pubic mound. She paused for a good look at the sweet
teenage pussy, reddish now with the extended stimulation and arousal, rather
than its usual girly pink, and ultra-sensitive from the recent orgasm.

     Susan dove in to the sweet, heart shaped sex once again. Gently,
because of the ultra-sensitivity. She repeated her earlier expert cunt
licking performance, tongue-fucking the girl's hole, nibbling the lips,
flicking just the tip of the clit lightly with her tongue, then slavering
the entire clit region generally with the full lingual surface. She sucked
the upper part of the vulva deeply into her mouth, nibbling with her teeth
as she did so. She inserted two fingers into the gushing vagina, twisting
her hand to rotate them as the digits plunged in and out.

     Susan worked her magic at a deliberate pace, neither frenzied nor slow.
She brought the girl close to a peak a couple times, then backed off, so as
to draw out the pleasure. Finally, he next time Jean began one of those
slippery ascents, Susan did not back off, and at the critical moment
attacked with the same slavering side-to-side clit tonguing that had tripped
the tight blonde over the edge the first time.

     Unlike her first orgasm, this one was less explosive and more
sustained. This allowed Jean to savor each spasm as it burst out from the
epicenter of her clit and sent electric waves of pleasure through her entire
body. Where she had screamed out the first time, now she uttered a guttural
stream of rhythmic grunts in time with the spasms. The juice flowed just as
heavily as before, though, and Susan took advantage by lapping up every
drop, not having to concentrate on protecting her face from the healthy
teen's pelvic bucking.

     All good things must pass, including orgasms, and eventually the waves
of bliss slowed, then stopped, and the flood of quim juice available for
Susan's slurping pleasure slowed to a trickle.

     Jean was ebullient now. "Oh, Susan . . . Thank you! Thank you! Thank
you! That was the best thing that ever happened to me." She looked to
Sophie, who had watched the entire performance with nervous fascination.
"Oh, Sophie, I know you're still scared. I was too when we got here,
especially when Susan told us what we would have to do. But it's wonderful!"
She leaped up and gave Susan a big hug, and then one for Sophie, too.

     Susan felt immeasurable joy at Jean's happiness. Yes, part of her own
pleasure came from the coercive elements of her lesbian trysts with shy
teenagers. The unbelieving expressions when she described what they would do
together, the red-faces as they were forced to strip, the embarrassed
wriggles as the clothing came off, the shock of their first taste of cunt --
Susan found all of that indescribably thrilling. But an equal share of her
pleasure came from bringing about a transition, as the hesitant objects of
Susan's Sapphic attentions found themselves unable to resist the
incomparable sexual pleasure that an experienced lesbian can provide to
another woman.

     THE SEDUCTION OF SOPHIE; JEAN AND SUSAN SLIP OUT TOGETHER

     Jean had fully completed that transition. Sophie was well on the way,
but not all the way there yet, and the time had come to complete that
delightful project. As she had predicted, sex with Jean was good healthy
bouncy fun. But Sophie was the type that had always had the most appeal for
Susan's peculiar tastes: Timid and shy in personality, fleshy and round in
body. Sex with Jean was fun; with Sophie it would be sublime.

     It would also be a challenge. In addition to her timidness, Susan
suspected that Sophie was the kind of woman who would require a great deal
of stimulation to achieve her peak, applied slowly and gently for a
sustained period of time. This was the kind of challenge that Susan lived
for, though.

     Susan gave Sophie a reassuring smile. "Jean, lets give Sophie a nice
massage." To Sophie, "It will make you more comfortable, dear. Here lie down
on your stomach and relax. Close your eyes, and we'll work the tension out
of your muscles." That last was a lie -- Susan's intention was to create
tension, sexual tension, and she knew just how to do it.

     Sophie did as she was told, and Susan's breath caught at the
magnificent round butt poking up toward the ceiling. Susan expected that
without determined effort in a few years the fleshy rear end would bulge and
sag, but in this brief season of nubile transition it was breathtaking,
protruding prominently, the ample cheeks firm and toned and beautifully
rounded. There was the most delightful dimple at the juncture of the upper
thighs. Like the miracle of nature that they were, the ample buns seemed to
defy gravity, refusing to sag a millimeter despite their fullness.

     Susan inwardly shook herself and got back to business. "OK, Jean, this
is a special kind of massage. Let me show you, and then we both can do it."
Susan placed one hand on the small of Sophie's back, just above that
astounding butt, and touched the fingers of her other hand ever so lightly
to Sophie's bare shoulder. She stroked those fingers very slowly down a
ways, then retraced and perform the same caress a couple inches over.

     "You focus completely on the touch, Jean. Don't think about anything
else, just the feeling of your fingers on skin. Very light, and verrry
sloooow. We'll start at the top, and work down, and take our time. You keep
at least one hand in contact at all times, and stay focused on the touch --
no daydreaming." Susan had used the familiar word "massage," but what she
was describing and performing was actually a sensual touch exercise,
designed to sensitize both the toucher and the touched to the sensuality of
skin. Given Sophie's shyness, anxiety, and likely very high pleasure
threshold, this was the perfect way to prep the girl for the hard core
lesbian pussy licking that was the main course on tonight's menu.

     They began, and took their time. It was at least 20 minutes until they
reached Sophie's feet. When they had reached the juncture of that
magnificent butt and upper thighs Susan gave Jean a warning look that said
"no dipping into the naughty bits" -- that was not the purpose of this
exercise. At the feet they took a long time, using fingernails on the
calloused undersides, gently massaging toes and the spaces between them.
Then they reversed course and worked right back up to Sophie's shoulders.

     Susan spoke softly: "Sophie dear, turn over and we'll give you a face
massage," again, deliberately misusing that last word. The voluptuous
teenager did so, exposing her pendulous breasts and fleshy thighs, with a
dark fur triangle at the juncture.

     The highly experienced older lesbian and the newly-experienced young
one went to work on Sophie's pretty face. Her eyes were closed and she had
taken on that dreamy look as they applied the same sensual touching to her
forehead, cheeks, lips and chin, working in slow circles, expanding their
range gradually to include neck and ears, then working slowly downward.
Another warning look to Jean when they approached the breasts -- these would
not be excluded, but the touch was sensual, not sexual, and the nipples were
bypassed for that reason.

     Sophie's heavy breasts were like large, soft gel-filled mounds,
collapsing into mountain foothills when she was reclined on her back, each
sagging off the side, crowned with large pinkish-brown nipples. Jean and
Susan both had to resist the temptation to play, and spent little more time
on the breasts than any other parts. They worked down along Sophie's sides,
applying the light touching to the swelling curve of her hips, and the ever
so small rounded pot of her stomach. Susan did not have to warn Jean when
they neared the pubic mound, the youngster had fully absorbed the theory of
the exercise, but as with the breasts, it took an a disciplined effort for
the lustful ladies to resist giving special attention to those "naughty
bits." Then the danger was past and they were safely on to the lower thighs,
dimpled knees, calves and feet. Again the girls gave special attention to
the feet and toes, then they reversed course and worked back up Sophie's
shins, thighs, torso, breasts and shoulders.

     Sophie was lost in a dreamy, sensuous fog now. Susan had recognized
from the girl's response to romantic kissing, nuzzling and snuggling that a
focus on sensuality was the key to unlock the teen's sexual storehouse of
pleasure. As gently as possible, so as to provide a seamless transition from
the purely sensual finger touches, Susan applied her lips to Sophie's, in an
almost chaste tongueless kiss. She sustained the kiss for just a moment,
then began pecking and nuzzling the heartbreakingly sweet adolescent face.
Back to the lips for another gentle kiss, with just a touch of tongue
caressing the girl's slightly parted lips, then more pecking and nuzzling,
moving on to the neck and ears.

     Susan and Jean had each snuggled up closely on either side of the
recumbent Sophie, molding their nude bodies lovingly against the voluptuous
girl's own naked flesh, creating a delectable "Sophie sandwich." Jean was
passive, understanding the challenge Susan faced in arousing Sophie to full
lesbian passion, and eager to see how she did it.

     She did it with patient and gentle sensuality, transitioning into
actions of a more sexual nature so gradually that Sophie never even realized
what was happening. The next kiss to the mouth was just a tiny bit more
insistent, with just a little more tongue, then Susan withdrew, and resumed
soft caresses and nuzzling, these also becoming ever so slightly more
direct. What had been a light brush against an earlobe on the first pass,
and a gentle lipping of the ear ridges on the second and third, had become
more insistent nibbling and licking on the fourth, fifth and sixth. The
mouth kisses became more invasive, with ever deeper tongue probes, and at
some point, Sophie could not even have said when, one of Susan's hands had
wandered down to a breast and began a gentle massage, lightly kneading the
soft titflesh, and ever so lightly brushing across a nipple.

     Susan's breast work steadily became more straightforwardly sexual, and
eventually she was gently pinching and tweaking nipples, and stroking broad
areolae with short, well groomed fingernails.

     Sophie was responding. At some point her arms had risen to wrap Susan
in a close embrace. Her thighs had parted slightly, and Jean noticed growing
moisture at the precious vee. Sophie's breath was becoming slightly ragged.
When Susan kissed her now she responded by exploring the older woman's mouth
with her own tongue. In the fog of sensuality in which Susan had had
enveloped her, Sophie had become indifferent to the gender of the person
kissing and fondling her flesh, her unease at forbidden sexuality become
irrelevant. Susan's neck and ear kisses now moved lower, and included the
tops of Sophie's heavy breasts, then the sides, then the swell underneath,
then the cleavage between. Susan moved back up for more deep mouth kisses,
and on the next pass over the breasts repeated the same circuit, but added
the briefest stop at the puckering nipples, then back for more mouth kisses.

     Eventually Susan was giving the girl a full blown lesbian tit sucking,
and her hands had again began to wander ever so unobtrusively lower,
stroking Sophie's stomach and hips, brushing lightly across the top of her
pubic hair, then away again. Where Sophie's first active response had been
to enfold her lesbian lover in an embrace, she was now pulling the
experienced woman's head to her breasts, and raising her shoulders to press
the tender titflesh more deeply into the skillful mouth. Her legs had parted
further, and while she was not acutely aware of the fact, agitation was
building in her genital region, which was sending emergency demands for
physical attention.

     Susan's wandering hand reached lower, and brushed lightly across the
girl's now dripping sex. Sophie did notice that, and gasped, and the circuit
was completed between her pussy's call for stimulation and her conscious
awareness of that need. But then the hand was gone, and a soft pair of
feminine lips were pressed against her own mouth, a female tongue deeply and
lovingly probing and exploring. She responded, and savored the slippery
smooth tongue-tongue contact.

     Susan's hand had dipped lower again, and was now lightly stoking
slippery labia, poking gently at oozing vagina, delicately tapping sensitive
clit. Sophie was breathing heavily. She had never experienced anywhere near
this level of arousal, and had become oblivious to anything but the
sensations coursing through her young flesh, and her growing need for --
something, she didn't know what, because she had never experienced orgasm.
She only knew NEED. The need was growing and growing as Susan's stimulation
of the girl's genitals became more direct and less fleeting. Susan was
probing Sophie's ample vaginal passage with a finger now, and giving more
insistent clitoral stimulation, with more pressure, and more motion. This
advanced to vibrator like action of fingers on clit for several seconds at a
time, then she would withdraw that intense stimulation, and put two, then
three fingers to work stroking in and out of vagina. All this time the mouth
kisses and tit sucking and neck nuzzling had never stopped.

     Susan knew she had succeeded, and that she could make the girl cum. She
needed one little addition to make it happen. Sophie had a roomy snatch, and
Susan had picked up on the fact that the girl responded positively to having
it well filled. She knew that while clit sucking was the key to bringing
most women to orgasm, many needed their vagina filled also, and she could
tell that Sophie was one of these.

     Susan leaned over and whispered a request to Jean, who was mesmerized
at the virtuoso lesbian seduction playing out before her eyes. She would
never have believed that Sophie could be brought to the verge of all but
begging for lesbian cunt sucking, as she herself had much more readily been.
She quietly got off the bed and went over to an elegant wooden chest on the
other side of the room. She opened it, and was amazed at the assortment of
sexual toys and tools contained within, but pushed her curiosity aside and
pursued her mission with dedication, searching the carefully arranged array
of sexual aids. There! She picked up a shiny metal rod, Susan had called it
a "barbell." It was solid and heavy, carefully machined and polished from a
single billet of stainless steel, about the size of a longish and
medium-wide penis, but shaped very differently, with a golfball-sized orb at
one end of an inch-and-a-half wide shaft, several inches of slippery-smooth
shaft, and then a stack of smooth semi-"disk" shapes separating a row of
slightly smaller balls at the other end. Jean's own pussy twitched a bit at
the idea of using it on herself.

     As with everything associated with her sexual lifestyle, Susan did not
scrimped on her tools. The "barbell" was designed as a masturbation aid for
women who had trouble achieving orgasm. The idea was, you inserted it into
the vagina, and the weight and carefully engineered spheres and ridges kept
it there, allowing the user to devote full attention to the clit, while
having that satisfying "well-filled vagina" sensation.

          Jean returned to the bed and unobtrusively slipped the tool to
Susan, who had never slackened the pace of her kissing and sucking and
fingering. Sophie had arrived at that point where nothing more was to be
gained by postponing a full frontal pussy-sucking attack. At the completion
of her next installment of nipple sucking Susan started slowly kissing her
way south toward Sophie's nether lips, rather than the other direction and
returning to her mouth. Sophie was so lost in a dreamworld of lust and
sensuality that she had not even noticed Jean's excursion, but she did
notice Susan's change of direction. Without conscious thought her legs
spread more widely, bending her knees and lifting her wide hips invitingly.

     Susan needed no invitation - wild horses could not have kept her away
from Sophie's dripping sex. She had rarely worked so hard to bring one of
her teenaged lovers to this state of all consuming lust and need. Still, she
maintained a steady deliberate pace, careful to avoid any jarring
discontinuities that might startle Sophie back to the real world. There
would be no obscene orders to "beg me to suck your cunt" with this one.

     Susan did not move too slowly, though, as she kissed a trail of
mouth-dampened flesh across Sophie's belly, sinuously moving her own body
down the bed so she could assume her preferred position in life: Prone on
her stomach between the widespread legs of a trembling teen, lowering her
mouth onto the lust-inflamed, flooding pudenda of a fresh, nubile girl who
is begging -- either out loud or implicitly - to have her pussy sucked by her
masterful lesbian mentor.

     That is the posture Susan had now assumed, and she delayed no further.
She lowered her mouth right to the girl's throbbing clit, at the same time
sliding the barbell into her honeypot.

     Susan followed up her virtuoso seduction with an equally skillful pussy
licking. With the barbell leaving both hands free, she was able to spread
the outer lips and dive in, stroking the sensitive inner lips with her
stiffened tongue. The same again, except with the relaxed tongue slathering
from side to side. She stiffened her tongue again and followed the length of
the stainless steel rod deeply into the vagina, while letting her fingers
work the clit. Then with her mouth back to the clit region, sucking the
sensitive knob, its protective hood, and the surrounding flesh deeply into
her mouth with strong suction, then releasing it, then sucking it in again
in rapid succession. She followed this up with rapid-fire tongue flicks
right on the clit, while reaching down and working the barbell in-and-out of
the love channel, then using strong fingers to leverage the heavy tool's
polished ball, buried deeply in Sophie's vagina, into a circular motion,
stimulating the walls of the cavern within, brushing against the cervix and
the elusive "g" spot. Then she repeated the same motion, except moving the
tool in and out at the same time, so it assumed a spiral pattern, leaving no
part of Sophie's commodious vagina wanting for attention.

     The mouth-on-clit action never slackened even as Susan skillfully
manipulated the rod deep within the adolescent vagina. One of the keys to
highly skilled cunt sucking is that ability to sustain this kind of "rub
your stomach pat your head" duality: Specifically, being able to do one
thing with the hands while performing a completely different action with the
mouth, and not sacrifice a proper focus on either. Susan was a Zen master of
pussy licking, and so accomplished this dual mission as well as anyone
could. The payoff was that Sophie's vagina and clitoris received equal
homage. Proof of the skill was that its beneficiary wasn't even aware that
such proficiency was involved -- like a highly talented musician, Susan "made
it look easy."

     Full pussy-eating proficiency also requires stamina, and Susan had
trained to develop this in full measure as well. She needed it, because as
she had predicted, and despite the ample preparation, it was going to take a
lot of work to bring Sophie to orgasm. Susan soaked up the challenge as
eagerly as she did the slippery juice flowing from Sophie's hole. She had
added to the many forms of stimulation that were being applied to the
teenager's slippery sex the irresistible action of slathering the underside
of her tongue across the clit, and simultaneously, moving her head in a
rapid, almost jerky side to side motion. She would apply this for a few
seconds, then change-up to a deep sucking action, drawing as much of
Sophie's sex as she could reach her mouth around in and out and in again
with suction, slurping and licking as she did.

     Sophie's mental state had become much less dreamy and much more
demanding. Through many cycles of these accomplished techniques being
performed on her sex, she WANTED, and she was getting. Her hands had moved
as of their own accord to Susan's head, pulling it tightly into her sex. Her
back was arched and her broad hips lifted off the bed, her knees bent and
her feet flat on the surface of the mattress, the soft baby fat of the
girl's inner thighs slapping Susan's ears and temples. Susan took advantage
of Sophie's levitation to reach under and cup those magnificent ass cheeks,
using the leverage she gained to keep her mouth tightly against the dripping
vulva. Then she reluctantly withdrew her hands, reaching around with one to
press hard on he pubic mound, and resuming her skilful management of the
steel dildo with the other, while increasing the duration and frequency of
her patented underside-of-the-tongue on clit technique. Sophie was getting
close, and Susan concentrated on applying every ounce of her prodigious slit
licking skill to the end game. She had no idea what to expect when Sophie
had her first orgasm -- but she was dying to find out.

     The resolution came without warning. One moment Susan was sucking and
licking and manipulating, and the next she was drowning in an ocean of cum
juice. Sophie was a major league flooder! The girl's entire body had gone
rigid, and all major muscle group motion had frozen. The only sign that
something was happening was that Susan literally had to struggle to avoid
getting a noseful of the huge volume of fluid flooding from every corner of
Sophie's generous sex. Also, small shudders were rolling like short but
powerful waves from one end of the girl's fleshy body to another, and she
was vocalizing, a sustained "ahhhhhhhhhhhh," like a supercharged sigh of
relief.

     Susan adjusted her activity to deliver less direct and intense and more
general and sustained cuntal stimulation, working to postpone that moment
when any further contact became excruciating, and to draw out the girl's
first ever cum as long as possible. She didn't have to worry about making
her first lesbian orgasm memorable, this was the girl's first orgasm,
period, and she would never forget it. As always, though, all good cums must
end, and Sophie suddenly collapsed into immobility.

     Susan felt joy for the girl, and equally, a wave of "damn, I'm good"
satisfaction. She savored the sight and smell and taste of the
satisfied-for-the-first-time teen pussy for another moment, then sat up.
Jean was gazing at Susan with a look of awe. She recognized that she was in
the presence of a master, and felt humbled. Smiling, Susan reached over and
took the girl's hand, giving it a little squeeze of thanks- every maestro
appreciates recognition.

     They both turned to Sophie. Tears were running down her cheeks, and the
girl was softly sobbing. Not from sadness or regret, or the shame of having
succumbed to lesbian sex, although there was a hint of that, but from being
overwhelmed at her entrance into a realm of sexual arousal and satisfaction
that she had never known existed. Like Jean, Sophie had lived an emotionally
impoverished life, but unlike the spirited little blonde, she was not
strong, and was an overflowing basket of unmet needs. The beautiful lesbian
seduction and sexual awakening had broken a dam and released an emotional
flood.

     Susan and Jean both went to the girl, wrapping her in another "Sophie
sandwich," but this one tender and loving, rather than conniving and
lustful. To every season . . .

     Sophie soaked up the tenderness. Different emotions were roiling her,
one of them gratitude. She showed this by showering Susan with a flurry of
kisses, not caring that the powerful aroma of her own sex drenched the
woman's face, even though she was still not completely comfortable with the
down-and-dirty details of lesbian sex. It didn't matter -- a vacuum had been
filled, and she felt emotionally as replete as she could ever remember.

     All three women were exhausted. Dark of night or light of day had no
meaning in the lower level of Susan's mansion, but she knew it had to be
late. The girls had arrived at mid-morning, and each stage of the lesbian
seduction had taken time, culminating with the awakening of Sophie, which
must have included at least 90 minutes of sensual touching, a similar period
of sexual buildup, and more than an hour of intense pussy licking.

     But Susan wasn't quite ready to quit. She needed another cum herself.
She had earned it. Jean also felt the pressure of unrequited lust, and
wanted a release. Both women were deeply affected by Sophie's emotional
reaction, and did not want to be selfish. So they waited, holding their
"Sophie sandwich" position until the spent girl dropped off to sleep. Susan
reached under the bed for a stack of sheets and blankets, and gently tucked
Sophie in. She used a remote control that had been with the bedding to turn
down the lights. Then she and Jean carefully climbed out of the bed and
crept from the room.

     Susan led Jean though a door that connected the bedroom and bath suite,
carefully closing it behind her to avoid waking the sleeping Sophie with the
noises that were likely to be a product of the activity she and young Jean
had in mind. The bathroom suite was really more like a small private health
club than a bathroom. It was luxuriously appointed, including the same
heavily padded thick plush carpeting that covered the entire lower level of
Susan's home. This was another feature designed to cater to the woman's
sexual lifestyle. When "guests" were in residence one could never predict
exactly when and where it a lesbian orgy was likely to take place, including
the floors. Wherever that happened, in any room, there would be a soft warm
surface underfoot ready to accommodate.

     In addition to the large shower and the spa that remained full of water
for instant use, there was a large jetted bathtub big enough for two, or
three if they were "friendly" (they usually were) which could be filled up
for bubble baths and other activities not appropriate in the spa-tub. There
were sofas and comfortable chairs arranged in sitting areas, and a massage
table for "real" massages (unlike the sensual touching exercise that Susan
and Jean had performed on Sophie). One alcove held a stationary gym and
cyclic trainer machine.

     Susan took Jean to a feature that was somewhat unusual: A low padded
platform the size of a king-sized bed, covered with an actual rubberized
foam wrestling mat two inches thick. She referred to this as her "naked oil
wrestling" platform; but that was an advanced course in Susan's school of
lesbian love that would come only after her "students" had learned the
basics. She intended to use the comfortable platform to introduce Jean to
one of those basics right now.

     Susan took the taut young blonde into her arms and placed her mouth
over the girl's. Both women had been deeply affected by Sophie's emotional
reaction to her first orgasm, but now that they were out of the sleeping
girl's presence their passion resumed unabated. Susan dove her tongue into
Jean's mouth and she mashed her healthy C-cup titties into the girl's much
smaller breasts. She reached behind and took Jean's naked butt into her
hands, squeezing the tight buns and pulling the blonde pubic mound against
her own.

     Jean returned like-for-like, responding passionately to the deep kiss,
reaching around and taking Susan's perfect ass into her own hands, reveling
in the feel of soft female butt-flesh. Both women ground their pubic mounds
together, seeking for some pussy-to-pussy contact, but frustrated by their
standing position.

     Susan broke the kiss and lay down on the soft mat, spreading her legs
lewdly as she did so, exposing her dripping sex fully to the gaze of the
equally stimulated teenager. With eye contact and hand motions she directed
the young blonde up onto the platform and around into a 69 position. Jean
got the idea right away, and enthusiastically dove her mouth into the other
woman's dripping vulva, while Susan reciprocated at her end.

     Jean noticed that the sensation as different when having her pussy
licked from this direction -- more flick, flick, flick on the clit, and less
slippery tongue slathering. She also liked being able to press her cunt down
into the recumbent woman's face. Performing cunnilingus was different from
this angle also. She loved being able to stiffen her tongue and effectively
plunge it-and-out of the experienced lesbian's inflamed vulva.

     At her end, Susan applied her famous skill, and before long the
bathroom suite was filled with the sound of soft moans, sharp intakes of
breath, and slurping sucking as female mouth pleasured female sex, and vice
versa. Susan was well satisfied with Jean's performance in her first act of
mutual lesbian cunnilingus. The teenager was a quick study, and what she
lacked in experience she made up for in enthusiasm. That enthusiasm,
combined with Susan's skill, communicated itself in the form of a flood of
teenage girl-juice pouring onto the older woman' upturned face. Susan's
hands were planted on the teen's tight ass as she sucked, and with one
finger she scooped some of that slippery girl juice and applied it to the
puckering asshole that was nicely exposed by adolescent's girl-on-top
position. Jean's juices flowed even more freely when Susan lightly dragged a
fingernail across the sensitive perineum between vagina and asshole, and she
gasped as the woman delicately probed the latter orifice, slowly and
gingerly inserting a slim, well-lubricated index finger only as far as the
first joint. The extra stimulation caused Jean to redouble pussy-licking
efforts at her own end, causing a positive feedback loop of increasing
pleasure and excitement.

     This could not go on for long, because both women were in a state of
high arousal even before their sex act began, and two dripping cunts were
screaming out for orgasmic release. As she introduced Jean to the girl's
first experience of anal stimulation, Susan never let up on giving a nicely
"balanced" pussy-sucking, alternating between clit licking that would bring
the little blonde to the edge of a climax, than backing off and giving her
some of the same deep tongue-fucking that the horny teen obviously enjoyed
performing at her end. Susan was determined to make Jean cum first, given
the contrast between the way the girl quickly bounced back following an
orgasm, while she herself could be discombobulated for long minutes after.

     Attaining this goal would not be difficult or take long. Mobilized by
her own need for release, at the next cycle of clit licking, when Jean
approached that point where any further stimulation will trigger the
unstoppable chain reaction that leads to nuclear orgasm, Susan did not back
off. In a few more seconds she was rewarded by a new flood of nubile pussy
juice as the sex-hungry teen experienced her first girl-on-top lesbian 69
orgasm.

     Jean paused her sucking on Susan's sex while she savored the cum that
was coursing through her young body. Being on top allowed her to better
"control" her spasms, rather than being passively wracked by them. She
coordinated a muscular grinding of her pulsating pussy into the older
woman's mouth with the waves of bliss that were flowing out from her pit of
pleasure. In this way she was able to extend the orgasm, going though a
crescendo of deep quim-quakes that rippled through her taut young body, and
then diminished to soft spasms that she was able to fully savor. She loved
it.

     Susan was delighted with the girl's supreme satisfaction, but her own
need was now insistently demanding relief. When she sensed that Jean had
drawn the full measure of pleasure possible from her orgasm, she gave a
little hip thrust in the direction of the teen's mouth. Jean needed no
second reminder, and eagerly, gratefully resumed paying homage to Susan's
pussy with her own mouth. Susan held herself back for about 90 seconds, just
to get up a full head of steam, and then let herself fall over the edge.
Jean determinedly kept her mouth firmly applied to the woman's sex,
notwithstanding the wild pelvic thrusts that her fast-learning tongue had
triggered. Suddenly Susan sharply pulled her sex away from the teen's
dripping face, having reached that point of exquisite sensitivity that can
stand no further stimulation. She collapsed, as usual after an orgasm,
enervated unto immobility.

     Jean unwrapped from the 69 position and came around the snuggle against
the older woman in the contented comfort of sexual satiety. Both women were
exhausted after a long day full of intense lesbian sex play. When she had
recovered from her orgasm Susan rose, and they both padded back the huge
bed. They quietly crawled in and pulled sheets and blankets over themselves.
She wouldn't worry about the "wet spots," there would be plenty of time for
housekeeping tomorrow. A quick final kiss to her newest young lesbian
lovers, which meant a soft peck on the cheek to the sleeping Sophie, and so,
to bed.


BREAKFAST, AND SHOWER SEX

     In the morning Susan rose before the two teenagers. She watched them
for a moment as they slept, sweet faces innocent in repose, and was filled
with warmth. What could possibly be better for a committed lesbian than
introducing such gorgeous adolescent girls in the full bloom of their sexual
awakening to the joys of girl-girl sex? She tore herself away from the
tender scene and moved into the kitchen, where she put on a pot of coffee

     Susan operated a switch on one wall and was rewarded with a rumbling
sound as a large dumbwaiter elevator dropped from the main to the lower
level of the house. When she opened its door the smell of fresh hot food
poured forth. As part of the perfection of her chosen sexual lifestyle Susan
had an arrangement with an exclusive caterer, who twice a day brought in
fully prepared four-star meals, placed them in the dumbwaiter, and removed
used dishes from the previous meals. Complete privacy was maintained,
nutrition was provided, and due to the quality of the food, another sensual
treat was added to the other carnal pleasures of Susan's trysts.

     She lifted two large trays from the dumbwaiter and arranged the items
from them on the table. Covered hot plates contained bacon, sausage, ham,
scrambled eggs, eggs benedict, potatoes and more. A small pitcher contained
batter that Susan could pour into an electric waffle maker. A large basket
contained an assortment of muffins, bagels, sweet rolls, etc. Another
pitcher held fresh squeezed orange juice. She had bread in the refrigerator
and would make toast at the last minute.

     When everything was ready she returned to the bedroom, where her guests
were beginning to stir. Before leaving the room Susan had operated a switch
that slowly brought up the lights over several minutes, creating a natural
dawn feeling in the space that was isolated from the real day-night cycle.

     "Good morning darlings, I hope everyone slept well." Jean smiled
brightly and nodded, rubbing her eyes. Sophie also nodded, but the presence
of the naked woman had also reminded her the circumstances, which still
caused her some discomfort. The explosive emotional and physical release of
having her first orgasm had removed much of her tension about situation,
however, and her feelings were now decidedly a mixture of anxiety and
happiness.

     "Come over here, sweethearts, I have something for you." Susan went
over to a closet, and the nude teens crawled out of bed and moved in her
direction. "Don't get any ideas now, but here's something different for life
with Susan: Clothes!"

          She reached into the closet and withdrew three garments. Sophie
and Jean ooh-ed and ahhh-ed when these came into the light. They were
magnificent pure silk Japanese kimonos, each extensively decorated with
gorgeous hand-embroidered designs. Susan handed one to each girl, then
quickly slipped on the remaining robe. Hers was satiny black with a
brilliant multicolored Chinese dragon design, the mythic beast sinuous and
rampant, it's stunning crimson and gold highlights leaping out.

     "These are for you, dears -- you can take them when you leave." The
girls were stunned, and delighted, and excited to try theirs on. Jean's was
pale blue, to highlight her light blonde hair, and the design was of an
ancient pagoda in an idyllic mountain setting. Sophie's was a deep red
color, rich rather than flashy, to complement her dark brown hair, and
featured a pastoral scene of a crane standing by a pool with bamboo and
other plants. All three women spun and strutted for a few minutes, savoring
the feel of the soft silk against their bare skin, and admiring the
extraordinary craftsmanship. Susan said that the gowns were "worth a lot,"
but did not tell them that some new car models actually sold for just
slightly more than the cost of one of these garments.

     Like most rich people, Susan took great pleasure in giving money and
gifts to deserving people less fortunate than herself. In Susan's book no
one was more deserving than the gorgeous young women who provided her with
so much sexual excitement and pleasure, but given the girls' family
situations and socio-economic circumstances she had to be circumspect about
any gifts. For example, as long as they were living at home, if either Jean
or Sophie's worthless mothers had any idea how valuable the kimonos were,
there is no doubt they would sell them, probably at a huge discount, and buy
drugs or some other cheap thrills. If the ignorant slatterns didn't know the
value they might be jealous of the beautiful garment that had appeared in
their daughter's closet, but hopefully would just smirk at the thought that
a male admirer had given the girl a cheap mass merchandiser's knock-off .

     Susan had found other indirect ways to benefit the lives of her sex
mates, and as she had hinted the day before, Jean and Sophie would learn
that their association with the older woman was going to greatly enhance
their prospects in life. But she would save that discussion for the very end
of their time together. Susan wanted there to be none of the taint of
"prostitution" or sex for money in her affairs with young lesbian lovers.
Thus her elaborate explanations at the outset of their relationship.

     The three females retired to the kitchen, and Sophie and Jean were
almost as pleased and impressed with the meal as with the beautiful robes.
They talked over breakfast, and the subject came around to how Susan first
knew she was a lesbian, and what she did about it. Susan described the
incident of the stolen gropes of a young girl during that innocent
hide-and-seek game years ago, and then told the story of her seduction of
Becky.

     "Becky was sweet girl, but a little bit `mousy' looking and not popular
at school. When we became friends and started having sleepovers I think she
fell a little bit in love with me, even though she turned out not to be a
dyed-in-the-wool lesbian herself. In fact, she's happily married and has a
couple kids now.

     "Anyway, after that `hide and seek' game I knew for sure I was
attracted to other girls sexually, but didn't know what to do about it. So I
did research, getting hold of lesbian porn videos -- which are 99 percent
trash, but were definitely `educational.' Believe me, the first time I a saw
a picture of one girl going down on another I was as shocked as you were
yesterday when you learned what we would be doing here. At the same time I
was more excited than I had ever been by the idea of actually doing it, or
having it done to me."

     "After that, I planned my first campaign of seduction carefully. I knew
what I wanted, and set out to get it. One night Becky was sleeping over and
I suggested that we sleep in the same bed and `cuddle.' She went to sleep
with back to me and my arms around her, in a `spoon' position, but I lay
there for hours with my heart pounding, occasionally working up the courage
to stealthily `cop a feel' of her small breasts while we slept."

     "The next time she slept over, we were again in the same bed, and I
told her I wanted to `practice' kissing. She said OK, and she liked it, but
we didn't do anything more that night. The next sleepover we `practiced'
kissing again, and it got passionate, and that was it. I seduced Becky that
night. My hands started roaming all over her body, and eventually we were
both naked and rubbing our bodies together. I had my first orgasm with
another girl by `humping' my crotch against Becky's thigh. I think Becky was
shocked when her naked thigh was suddenly drenched with cum juice! I know
she was shocked when I licked her pussy."

     Jean asked about how their relationship ended up, and Susan continued.

     "Well, like I said, Becky isn't really into girls as her first choice,
but she was very close to me, and hey, it WAS good sex! She didn't cum the
first few times I licked or fingered her, but I got better at it, and she
got more relaxed about the whole thing, and eventually she was cumming
buckets every time we had sex. Until she had that first cum it was pretty
much one-way sex, though, because she wasn't ready to do it to me herself.
But after she had that first orgasm, well, fair's fair, and she felt it was
selfish to not reciprocate." Susan gave Sophie a meaningful glance as she
said this, and the voluptuous brunette turned red. She wrapped up the story:

     "Things ended sadly, though. Most of the time when we had sleepovers
Becky stayed at my house, because it was a lot nicer and I usually had the
place to myself. But sometimes we stayed at her place. One of those times we
were in Becky's room, naked, chomping away at each other's pussies in a `69'
position when her mom walked in. She freaked out, of course, and Becky was
forbidden to see me anymore. Of course the mom blamed me completely and her
little darling not at all, which was about right, actually. It was all for
the best anyway, because while I became the devil incarnate, Becky's
relationship with her mom didn't suffer. The mom wasn't a bad woman, just
kind of conservative, and I guess walking in on something like that could
shake up someone like her!. Also, Becky had started becoming sweet on a boy,
which grossed me out, and I was getting kind of bored by the relationship
anyway."

     The young girls had been rapt at Susan's story, and now they all sat
together in a companionable silence for a few minutes, Susan sipping coffee,
Sophie and Jean enjoying a European-style hot cocoa that had come with the
catered meal. Eventually Susan started piling the remnants of the breakfast
into the dumbwaiter, and the girls chipped in, stacking the used dishes,
cups and silverware and piling those in as well. Susan liked to keep the
scutwork to a minimum during the precious hours of her sexual trysts with
teenaged girls, and cleaning dirty dishes was one of the things that could
be avoided.

     "Well, I stink and need a shower, and, frankly my dears, you're kinda
ripe yourselves. Let's go!" The two teenagers knew what this meant -- showers
with Susan were likely to be as much about sex as hygiene. The games were
ready to begin again.

          They entered the bathroom suite and Susan reached in to start the
water in the oversized shower stall. "I think we can conserve precious
natural resources and all shower together," she said. They all knew that
this suggestion had nothing to do with conservation, and everything to do
with generating another kind of precious resource -- lust.

     Susan distributed hangers so that the girls could properly hang up
their gorgeous robes, and the two teenagers found themselves once again
naked in the presence of this rapacious older lesbian. The three stepped
into the shower, and of course the action got underway immediately. Susan's
heart had skipped a beat when Sophie dropped her robe, exposing again that
divine, pneumatic ass and those voluptuous breasts. She could not wait to
get her hands on the girl, and didn't. She squeezed out a big dollop of
liquid soap, and indicated the position the teen should take to provide best
access to Susan's knowing lesbian hands.

     Susan stood behind Sophie and soaped up her shoulders and back, then
finally, that miraculous ass. She spent a couple minutes squeezing, kneading
and fondling the fleshy, rounded cheeks, the dimples between cheek and upper
thigh, and the crease between the ample cheeks, all slippery under her soapy
hands. She then squirted a little more soap in one hand and reached forward
between the girl's thighs, applying the liquid to her genitals and pubic
mound. Susan rubbed her slippery and forearm provocatively over the
adolescent's pudenda, causing her to wriggle and issue a sharp "oooooh" at
the too-intense sensation. Then Susan was back at the buttock region,
scraping her soapy fingernails lightly on the sides of the little bowl that
contained the puckered anus at its center, and giving the orifice itself a
slight poke.

     All this time Susan had been "scrubbing" the girl's back with her own
chest, grinding her breasts, giving her sensitive nipples a delicious thrill
as they rubbed across the smooth, soap-slippery flesh of the naked teen.
Susan squeezed a little more soap onto her hands and reached forward to give
the girl's heavy breasts the same thorough fondling the ass had received.
She lifted the mammaries, feeling their weight, and exploring their shape
and properties with her hands from many angles. Then she went to work on the
nipples, tweaking and squeezing, pressing and prodding, lightly pinching,
and a couple not-so-light pinches as well. All of this contact made
deliciously sensual by the slippery soap.

     When Susan had extracted as much pleasure as possible from "scrubbing"
the voluptuous teen from the back side she spun the girl around, soaped up
the front, and went to work. The dangling breasts received more attention,
and then Susan was again in the girl's private parts, soaping deliberately
and thoroughly, avoiding the too-intense sliding action, but providing
plenty of more measured stimulation to lips, clit and inner cavern.

     Sophie was forced to put her hands on Susan's shoulders, and then
around the woman's neck, to support herself as the sensations caused her
knees to weaken. Susan's final act of shower sex with Sophie was the enclose
the girl in a tight embrace, mashing her own perfect, medium sized breasts
into the girl's much larger pair, and rubbing the sensitive, soap-slippery
skin together in a sinuous, circular motion. At the same time she put her
lips on Sophie's and gave the dreamy adolescent a deep and tender kiss.

     Susan did not want to neglect her other guest, and after a few minutes
reluctantly broke her lip-lock with the dark-haired girl and turned to the
tight little blonde. She repeated previous performance on the hot blooded
Jean, who moaned and thrashed when Susan worked her pussy with a soapy hand.
Jean's session was a bit less languorous, however, because Susan was getting
hot, and wanted to get these girls into bed!

     The women finished by shampooing and rinsing thoroughly, then Susan
turned off the water and reached for some of the oversized towels with which
the suite was amply furnished. The sexual action paused while the three
women dried, and Susan and Jean repeated the grooming they had performed on
Sophie's hair a day earlier. When Jean asked about toiletries like
deodorant, Susan told her they would not use any. She said she liked the
smell of sweaty women in passion, and sometimes liked to kiss a delicate arm
pit, and would not want to get a disgusting mouthful of aluminum
chlorhydrate when doing so. Jean made a face at the notion of "pit-kissing,"
so Susan demonstrated by dropping to her knees at the smaller girl's side,
lifting one of the naked teen's arms, and planting a string of soft kisses
right in and around the crotch of the Jean's underarm. While the words had
sounded gross, experiencing the sensuous intimacy was a different matter,
and the young girl sighed. Sophie watched with great interest, so Susan
performed the act on the full-bodied girl also.


SOPHIE LEARNS TO MASTURBATE, AND TO SUCK PUSSY

     Finally the tasks were complete, and there was nothing to delay the
main event of the day, which was full blown lesbian sex between the wealthy,
willful Susan Smith, and her two teenaged guests. Susan directed the naked
girls back into the bedroom, and once there, up onto the huge bed. She
herself paused at the toy chest and plucked out three small battery powered
vibrators.

     "Let's talk about masturbation," she said. "Jean, I'll bet you do it
all the time, right? Tell me what your technique is."

     Jean smiled brightly and said, "You bet I do, Susan -- everyday, almost,
sometimes more than once." The horny teenager took on a devilish look and
said seductively, "Want me to show you my technique?"

     Susan laughed, "You hot little puss! What do you think? Of course I
do!"

     Jean arranged some of the many pillows and cushions into a backrest and
lay back in a comfortable position. Then she went to work with two fingers
on her clit, the other hand reaching lower to tease and poke at the vagina.
The clit hand rubbed and jerked in an aggressive circular motion, and in
just a minute Jean's eyes were closed and was moaning with pleasure. In her
mind she was playing out newly-planted lesbian fantasies involving sex with
this fantastic older woman. Her lust had already been excited by the shower
scene, and in no time at all she fell over the edge to a delightful little
orgasm.

     Susan grew excited watching the girl's own excitement, but took a deep
breath and told herself to slow down. She had a full slate of lesbian
sexplay in mind, and did not want get lost in passion too quickly. Jean
recovered from her come and looked at Susan expectantly, as if waiting for
teacher's response to an assignment. Susan smiled and said, "That is a very
sensible and serviceable technique, dear. I imagine you don't have much
privacy at home and have to steal opportunities where they offer themselves.
How about you, Sophie."

     The fleshy girl's face turned red with embarrassment, and she haltingly
began to describe her technique with the pillow. She gained confidence at
the friendly attention from her audience then, and elaborated a bit.

     "I didn't realize it until -- last night." She hesitated and reddened
again at the reference to her first orgasm at the hands, or mouth the be
precise, of this frightening but exciting older woman, but then picked up
again. "Now I know. When I do that thing with my pillow, something happens,
but it's not a real orgasm. Do you want me to show you?" she asked, thinking
that after Jean's bold display this would be expected.

     Susan smiled and said, "Why don't you just show us the position you
take. Choose one of these pillows that looks about the right size." Susan
really just wanted to see Sophie face down with a pillow squeezed between
her thighs, that glorious rounded ass poking up toward the sky. The girl
arranged herself, Susan's eye's drinking in every bounce and ripple of her
tender young beauty.

     "Yeah, OK, good. Thank you, dear." Sophie sat back up, and Susan
gathered her wits to continue. "As I said, Jean uses a good, effective
method to get the job done quickly and efficiently. But -- there are
techniques that can draw out and heighten the pleasure. Have either of you
ever used a vibrator?"

     Both girls shook their heads, and Susan continued. "Well, this is a
very basic model -- quiet, adjustable, and small, which is good for young
girls, although neither of you have any restrictions in that regard."
Indeed, Sophie's vagina was positively cavernous, and while tight, Jean's
allowed easy access to two fingers, or even three fingers when she was
excited and well lubed, as Susan knew from delightful first hand experience.

     Susan continued her lesson by showing the girls how to turn on the
small toys, which were about five-inches long, and demonstrating on herself.
She rubbed the humming tool over her clit, then around the rest of her sex,
then dipping into her honeypot for just a quick plunge. After less than a
minute she stopped.

     "OK, your turn. Try `em out!"

     The two teens turned on their vibrators and started touching
themselves, Jean eagerly, Sophie with embarrassment. Susan joined in,
savoring the vision of two beautiful adolescent females masturbating in
front of her, and for several minutes the room was filled with the low
buzzing sound of the three small vibrators. Naturally, the insatiable Jean
had a cum in only a few minutes. Sophie was working diligently, but would
require greater and longer stimulation to reach her climax. She was very
embarrassed to be naked and playing with herself in front of two other nude
females, but on the other hand, she had experienced her first orgasm only
about 12 hours ago - and wanted more.

     Susan rose and went back to the toy box, returning with the stainless
steel barbell and an industrial-strength plug-in model vibrator. The
"business end" of the latter had a solid rubber knob that delivered a deep
and powerful vibration at various speeds. It was marketed "for relief of
sore and aching muscles" -- yeah, right, Susan always thought to herself at
the sight of the tool -- more like relief of sore and aching clits.

     "Sophie, dear, some women cum with hardly any effort at all, and some
need a great deal of effort. It doesn't mean anything, it's just that people
are all different -- some tall and some short - you know. You are one of
those women who needs a lot. These tools are designed for that kind of
woman. Let's give them a try." With that Susan plugged in the large
vibrator, and handed Jean the barbell. Susan snuggled in close to Sophie,
and turning on the somewhat intimidating tool, applied it to the girl's sex.
She worked it around for a couple minutes, applying pressure to the delicate
clitoris, then stroking the lips, and across the mouth of the vagina. Then
she handed the tool off to Sophie, and indicated that adolescent should
masturbate with it.

     Jean was holding the barbell, and Susan told her to climb in between
Sophie's legs, and gently work the heavy polished rod in and out of the dark
haired girl's hole. She did so, and Susan cuddled up close to Sophie,
hugging her gently, lightly stroking her shoulders, arms, breasts and
stomach, but careful not to distract the girl or cramp her style as she
manipulated the powerful vibrator.

     When she began with the toys, Sophie's actions were perfunctory, and
she wasn't getting much pleasure from them. But after about 25 minutes, the
powerful stimulation was having an effect. Ten minutes later the girl was
breathing heavily, her eyes were closed, and she was deeply concentrating on
working the vibrator. The memory of that orgasm the previous night was still
fresh, and she began to sense that the experience could be repeated in this
mostly self-administered fashion. "Mostly" so, because Jean was gently
stroking the barbell in and out and working it around the inside of her
tunnel.

     Susan had become more aggressive with her fondling, adding ear nipping
and nipple sucking to her contribution to the Sophie's pleasuring. She
sensed that the girl was getting close, though, and decided that a little
gentle coaching would be helpful. She unobtrusively rearranged her position
so that one of her own hands was riding the vibrator, helping Sophie apply
pressure, and gently guiding her into techniques and sequences that were
likely to help.

     Sophie was in full heat, now, panting, moaning, and desperate for a
cum. Like the little trooper that she was Jean had never let up on her
working the sensuous rod in and out of the other teen's ample vagina, and
sensing the growing crisis, her actions became more aggressive, as she
sought to mimic some of the virtuosity that Susan had demonstrated the
previous evening.

     At last, after almost an hour, Sophie tripped over the edge. Her orgasm
this time was much more voluble and dynamic than her first, the girl howling
and thrusting her hips madly. Jean backed off, leaving the tool inside
Sophie, but with her hands off of it, fearful that the girl would hurt
herself. Susan hugged her tightly, providing a comforting solidity as Sophie
soared with the raptures of lust requited. The bed beneath the adolescent's
flooding pussy became drenched with an upwelling of feminine cum juice.

     And then it was over. As they had the night before, Susan and Jean
cuddled warmly as the outer the layers of a Sophie sandwich. Unlike then,
though, Sophie now knew that this was not some miraculous once in a lifetime
experience, but a pleasure that she could make a regular part of her life,
challenging though it was to accomplish. Rather than the emotional trauma
that had accompanied her first orgasm, the girl was blissful and content,
and returned the soft cuddling of the other women with glee.

     This charming tableau held for quite a while, but one person of in that
trio was not completely content. Jean had experienced several orgasms of
various power when playing with the little vibrator, and Sophie had now
undergone the second soul-searing climax of her young life. But Susan had
yet to join the young girls on that plateau of satisfaction. Her cuddling
and hugging had gradually shifted into an urgent grinding of sensitive parts
against the other female's flesh as her need had become insistent.

     In addition, one of the teenagers had not checked off all of the boxes
in the course of study known as "Lesbian Sex with Susan 101."

     "Sophie, dear," Susan spoke huskily. "Don't you think you've been a
little selfish?" The tone was half-joking, but Sophie realized that there
was no putting off of what for her was the most difficult step in this
introduction to Sapphic sex. She would have to put her mouth on another
woman's --cunt- and lick it. She could not deny that that fair was fair, and
Susan was doing a good job of communicating her itching need with nonverbal
signals.

     Sophie turned to Jean and whispered, "Will you help me?"

     Jean smiled and said, "Sure, Soph'." The two youngsters untangled
themselves and climbed down between Susan's parted thighs. She had spread
her legs widely, and her dripping, reddened pussy was throbbing with lust.
"Look, Sophie, this is a clit." Jean was teasing, and matched actions to
words by reaching out and tapping the inflamed nub, which was peaking out
from its protective hood. "You lick it with your tongue and lightly suck
it."

     Susan moaned at the lewd instructions from one teenage girl to the
other.

     Jean continued with her maddening lesson, prodding a finger in Susan's
dripping hole. "And this is a vagina. You stick your tongue in it."

     Susan moaned again, and thrust her hips.

     "Now the first taste is kind of hard to take, but after a minute you
get over that, and it gets kind of exciting." For the first time Jean was
telling Sophie something she didn't know, and the reluctant girl nodded her
head. "Really, it gets pretty exciting after the first shock," Jean said
softly. "And when you see the pleasure you can provide it makes you feel -- I
dunno, powerful I guess." Jean motioned to Sophie, and with only another
minor hesitation, the voluptuous brunette tentatively reached out her
tongue.

     The first taste almost gagged her and she pulled away. But, she
gathered up her courage and started again, flicking her tongue against
Susan's clit. The response was immediate, and a deep, satisfied moan came
from Susan's mouth. Encouraged, Sophie became less tentative, taking the
clit between her lips and gently sucking. Again the was rewarded with sounds
of pleasure from the older woman, so she kept it up, alternating between
flicking the clit with her tongue, slavering her lips back and forth across
the little nub, and gently sucking it into her mouth. She added a little
tongue flick to that last action, then became more adventurous, and moved
down to lick the labia, and delicately poke a stiffened tongue into the
hole.

     Jean was right, after the first minute or so she hardly noticed the
taste, but the growing flood of quim juice was something else. She had tried
to keep it from getting on her face, but this was impossible, and soon her
face was drenched with the slippery liquid. However, in compensation, the
sensation of sliding her lubricated face of across the sensitive pussy flesh
was exciting. Plus, everything she did had the effect of driving Susan
further along the road to orgasm, and Jean was right about that too: It made
Sophie feel powerfully effectual, although neither girl was aware of the
psychological nuances behind this. Indeed, Jean had demonstrated unusual
insight for one so young in putting her finger on it.

     Susan was on cloud nine. The trembling teen's amateurish pussy licking
was nothing to write home about, but that didn't matter one bit. The fact
that this was the delectable, shy, voluptuous Sophie's first taste of cunt,
and it was Susan's cunt being tasted, was almost enough in itself to push
the jaded lesbian over the edge. Plus, as she grew in confidence, Sophie was
becoming more enthusiastic, and was applying more than enough stimulation.
Susan stopped holding back and let herself go.

     Sophie was startled when all of a sudden Susan let out a deep and
sustained sigh, and strong spasms rocked through the older woman's body. She
was shocked when the quantity of juice pouring from the dripping pussy
suddenly doubled, and she could barely cope. She had learned from watching
the other women that it was important to not remove the stimulation too soon
when someone was having an orgasm, so she gamely hung in there and kept
licking. Eventually she sensed that the moment had passed, and she withdrew.

     Little Sophie had become a lesbian cunt licker. She had mixed feelings.
Partly shame at doing something so forbidden. Much excitement for the same
reason. Relief that it was happening in this comparatively safe setting with
Susan and Jean, and not some porn studio. She also felt satisfaction at
having overcome her fears, and brought pleasure to this frightening woman
who had opened a whole new world of carnal satisfaction for Sophie herself.
Also, Sophie experienced the curious psychological reversal in which doing a
favor for another engenders warm feelings in the doer, while being the
recipient of a favor sometimes engenders a perverse resentment for the
accompanying feeling of debt. Not that Sophie had felt any of the latter
when it had been her turn, but now having herself given Susan a gift of
pleasure, she felt a warm regard for the woman.

     As usual, Susan became a semi-conscious bowl of jello when the waves of
orgasm had finished rocking through her.


SUSAN GOES FOR TWO; A DAISY CHAIN

     Jean and Sophie cuddled up against the spent woman, and after 10
minutes or so Susan had recovered. She was hungry when she did so -- hungry
for the taste of young cunt. She had delighted in all that shower foreplay,
mutual masturbation, and the sublime sensation of being sucked off by the
delectable Sophie, but now she wanted to lick some teen snatch. Susan rose
with a gleam her eye, and started giving instructions.

     "Alright, you two, your turn! Both of you lean back against the
cushions, here, I'm going for a double play!" Susan arranged the teenagers
side by side, with their legs spread wide. She started with Sophie, crawling
up between the brunette's fleshy thighs, and plunging her face into the
girl's vulva, still wet and ripe from her earlier orgasm. Susan let herself
be carried away for a few minutes with a cunt frenzy like she had enjoyed
with little Jean the day before, mashing her face into the girl's sex,
plunging her nose and lips as deeply as possible into the vagina, trying the
swallow the entire pudenda in her wide-open mouth.

     When the frenzy burned itself out she went to work more deliberately,
applying her considerable skill to pleasuring the tender teen newly awakened
to the joys of lesbian sex. She flicked the delicate pink clit maddeningly,
then took it into her mouth and sucked, alternately hard and soft, with
tongue action and without. She nibbled it gently with her teeth, and when
the girl could take no more stimulation of this physical center of the her
sexual being, Susan transferred her attention to the rest of the vulva,
sucking and nibbling the labia majora, then the tender inner lips, then
plunging her stiffened tongue into the dripping hole. She gathered up some
of the slippery quim juice and applied it to the tight teen anus, mounting a
minor invasion of the windward passage with her index finger.

     Susan went through a couple cycles of these actions, and then withdrew.
Sliding sideways a few inches, she applied herself to Jean's delicate, pink,
heart-shaped pussy. She reached for one of the small vibrators that were
still on the bed and inserted into the young blonde's tight tunnel, sliding
it in-and-out with one hand, while sucking and nibbling and tonguing the
exquisitely sensitive clitoris with her mouth. Naturally, after about four
minutes of this, Jean came deeply, and Susan slurped up the flooding juice
noisily.

     Then it was back to Sophie for more of the same, also inserting the
small vibrator into her more capacious vagina, and working it aggressively.
Sophie had not cum during the first round, and Susan had not expected her to
then, but about ten minutes into the second she did, enjoying the third
orgasm of her life.

     Susan withdrew, full of pride and satisfaction. She was having a ball,
and wasn't ready to take a break yet.

     "I want you girls to put on a show for me. Jean, remember what we did
last night after Sophie fell asleep? I want you to show Sophie how to do
that, with her on top." Susan was talking about 69.

     The tender teens eagerly moved into position, sharing Susan's lustful
appreciation of this all-out lesbian sex fest. Sophie's anxiety and
embarrassment had all but disappeared now, and although she still had to
steel herself when first placing her mouth on another female's sex, once she
started in on Jean's pretty little pussy she forgot her aversion and licked
greedily, if not all that skillfully. But she was learning, and the hot
little Jean didn't take much to get off anyway.

     Jean had been watching (and feeling) Susan's pussy licking skills
closely, and taking careful mental notes all the while. She was rising
quickly up the learning curve, and young Sophie now became the beneficiary
of her diligence.

     Susan watched the two teens perform mutual cunnilingus in the classic
69 position with lustful appreciation. She had chosen to place Sophie on top
so she could see and have access to that divine rump. She waited until
Jean's growing skill had ramped Sophie up to where the shy adolescent would
not be distracted by attention from a different angle, then let her fingers
pinch and poke and prod and knead those lovely rounded cheeks, the delicious
dimples separating them from fleshy thighs, the thighs themselves. She
wetted a finger in Sophie's dripping vagina while Jean was nibbling clit,
and gently inserted it into the girl's tight puckered asshole. She began
plunging the finger in and out, not fast and not deep, just enough to
provide another pleasant vector of stimulation.

     After about 10 minutes Jean came. Big surprise -- NOT! The hot little
cunt! Susan's eyes had drunk their fill of this torrid scene, and she wanted
in on the action. She decided it was time to move her students beyond
Lesbian 101, taking a first step into advanced coursework.

     "Hey girls, can I play?" Susan inquired longingly. Naturally the girls
were willing, but needed direction, which Susan happily provided. In another
minute the women were lying on their sides, each with one bent leg held up
obscenely to allow access to the dripping cunts, intertwined in a three-way
mouth-to-pussy daisy chain. Susan's mouth was firmly affixed to Sophie's
sex, Sophie's mouth to Jean's sex, and Jean's mouth to Susan's sex. They
slurped and sucked happily for 20 minutes, and then within a minute of each
other, all three experienced thrilling orgasms.


CONCLUSION

For the next two days the three women shared lesbian sex in every
combination imaginable. Hundreds of soft sighs, sharp intakes of breath,
urgent moans, and searing orgasms filled Susan Smith's lesbian lair.
However, at long last, their time together drew near to an end. For the
first time in three days the women wore clothing, and waited for the van
that would return the teenagers to their homes. Jean and Sophie's attitudes
about the lesbian tryst they had found themselves in had changed completely
in that time. Where they had been filled with nervousness and embarrassment
when Susan had first delivered her rude summary of what was on the agenda,
now they looked back on the experience with excitement and regret that it
was coming to an end.

     "Well Jean, Sophie, I hope that I have given you half the pleasure you
have given me. Now, as you have learned, I am very rich, and I want to help
you. You come from crappy backgrounds, and unless something breaks the mold
you are likely to have crappy, unhappy lives as a result.

     "I want to be the something that breaks the mold, and I have the wealth
to do it." With that Susan handed each girl a thick envelope.

     "There's $2,000 in the envelope, but that is just a token. This is just
so you can buy some things that you want, and have a cash reserve for
emergencies. Let me tell you about the real gift I have for you."

     It took a few minutes. Susan handed each girl a card with the name and
contact information of a small investment firm. "You each have an account
worth $50,000 here, which can be used only for college or professional
training." Susan was aware of the phenomenon of "moral hazard." The gift was
arranged in such a way as to reward and make possible productive endeavors,
rather than enable self-destructive behavior.  "If you don't go to college,
which does not make sense for everyone, when you're age 25 any leftover
money can be used for a down payment on a house."

     She gave the girls another card, with just a phone number. "If you ever
need help -- say you get pregnant and want to have the baby, or don't want
to; if you find yourselves facing the same kind of desperation that made you
think wanted to do porn; if anything bad happens at all -- call this number.
It's for messages only, but wherever I am in the world I get those messages.
If you're in the kind of trouble where money can help, you'll get it.

     "Now, the important thing is to not get into that kind of trouble." She
handed a third card to each girl, which had an address. "This is a `charm
school.' Oh, not a real `charm school' that teaches silly things like how to
dance the minuet and walk with books on your head. More of a `life skills'
school. It's run by a very smart and experienced couple, who are, by the
way, total sweethearts with hearts of gold.

     "If you spend one Saturday each month there, they will give you another
$1,000 each time. They will also help you find a job and a place to live
when you're ready." The money and lodging offer was a flat out bribe to get
the girls to take advantage of what the couple had to teach, which was
everything from financial management to personal health care to grooming and
personal appearance to how to ace a job interview, and most important, how
to discover and prepare for a career that offers the possibility of an
interesting and lucrative vocation. The program was a high-end version of
the kind of training that had been developed to wean welfare-dependents from
the dole. The couple were modern day "Dr. Higgins" taking 21st century
"Eliza Doolittles" out of the cycle of poverty and bad habits into fruitful,
productive and happy lives. The training was expensive, and was all paid for
by Susan Smith.

     Yes, to satisfy her lesbian lust she took advantage of the misfortunes
that had led her innocent teenage girlfriends into contemplating a career in
the brutal porn industry, but Susan Smith took great pleasure in "giving
back" in ways that would genuinely improve their young lives.

     "One last thing. That `emergency' number on the second card? A couple
of times each year I have `reunion' get-togethers for a few days. I think
you can guess what we do at those `reunions.' If you want to participate,
call that number!"


EPILOG: THE REUNION

     Susan Smith sat on the edge of the bed, naked, her legs spread and
pussy wide open to the view of the six nude teenage girls who stood in front
of her. The girls were of various shapes and heights, but they had several
things in common: The were all pretty, some even beautiful. They had very
sexy bodies. And of course they were young.

     Susan looked along the line of nude teens, and gasped at how sexy they
were. One girl was six feet tall, with long elegant legs, smallish breasts,
and striking features. Two of them were about 5'7'', with perfect, well
toned bodies -- nicely rounded butts, firm, medium-large breasts, sleek, well
toned thighs and calves. One of these girls had long straight blonde hair,
the other had thick long, wavy red hair. This girl's face and body were
covered with freckles. Another girl was tiny, with short brown hair, tiny
breasts that were hardly more than nipple-covered buds sprouting from her
chest, narrow hips, and delicate doll like features. A fifth girl was a
brunette, about 5'6'' and fleshy, with a stunningly well-rounded upthrusting
butt and large D-cup breasts that, while still firm with youthful tone, hung
heavily on her chest because of their weight. The last girl was an athletic
little blonde with strong legs, a tight ass and smallish breasts.

     "Let me tell you why you are here, and what you will do," Susan began.
"I am a lesbian and I like to fuck teenage girls. In the hours and days
ahead I am going to fuck you, and you are going to fuck me, and fuck each
other. In lesbian sex that means I am going to finger and suck your cunts,
and you are going to finger an suck my cunt, and each others'."

     Susan looked at the girls' faces. They were all covered with smiles. A
couple had dropped hands to their pussies and were gently massaging the
delicate flesh. One or two had giggled at her remarks.

     "Now, each of you will in turn get down on your knees and suck my cunt.
Who will be first?"

     Six eager hands leaped into the air, and Susan smiled as her pussy sent
a little shiver through her body. She loved reunions! Let the games begin .
. .

          The End.


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