Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2005 19:42:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ashley Johnson <wet_ashley_4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ashley's Awakening (Revised)

An earlier and shorter version of Ashley's Awakening was published in the
Nifty archive in June 2002.


"Nickie, the sounds you'll hear on the next part of this video are the sounds I
made at the time this was recording. I thought knowing this about your mother
would tell you it's OK to let go when sexual feelings build up and you're
wondering if you dare to plunge over the edge."

Karen tightened her jaw, intensifying her focus on the TV screen. "Jenna is
incredible. I could never show this to my own daughter," she thought. In the
zoomed-in focus of the video, the hands of a spread-legged Jenna rubbed baby
oil onto her hairless pussy lips. The oil dripped down her crack and one glistening
finger followed it and slid briefly into her anus. For several minutes, she rubbed
her labia, then gently pulled the outer lips open, exposing and caressing the inner
lips and the base of her clitoris. Minutes later, one hand exited the fixed frame
blocked by the stationary camera, returning with a cigar-shaped vibrator. Jenna's
now swollen and darkening labia quivered under the buzz massage. When she
slipped the vibrator into her wet vagina, her breathing turned to audible gasps.
With the fingers of her free hand, she tugged at the neatly clipped pubic hair on
her mons, stretching the skin in a way that pulled her swelling clitoris into an
even more erect posture. "Oh, yes!" she gasped, accelerating her finger strokes.
She continued gasping and stroking, building up intensity, her gasps now mixed
with deep groans. "Oh, OHHH!" Her drenched pussy lips had turned a flush red,
almost purple. "OHHHHH!" Ten minutes from when she started, muscles
tightened, Jenna frigged herself through a screaming, explosive orgasm. For
thirty more seconds, the muscle tension visibly easing, she subsided with long
breaths and sighs.

Abruptly, the video now cut to the same pretty face projected before the
masturbation. It was Jenna once again talking through the camera to her
daughter. "Nickie, that pretty much wraps up this talk on the birds and the bees. I
think this stuff is desperately important, especially what I tried to explain about
penises and penetration and protecting yourself, but I also think you need to be
open to the pleasure part, too. Making a video you could watch in your own
space and on your own time was my best way of sharing these very private
things. I love you sweetie, and of course if you want to talk to me about any of
this, I'm always there for you." With that, Jenna smiled and blew a kiss into the
camera and the picture changed abruptly to static on Karen's TV screen.

Karen had acquired this video in the most natural way. She and Jenna had
played in the same foursome one Saturday. In the clubhouse locker room after
the round, they found themselves alone and Karen said, "Bob and I are really
struggling with how to talk to Ashley about sex. She turns 11 this month. Bob
thinks I'm the one who needs to talk to her. I agree, but I don't know where to
start. How did you and Jack approach this with Nickie? She seems so confident
and well-adjusted."

Jenna looked at the younger woman. Karen had a terrific shape: thin waist, full
breasts, a round but tight ass and long legs. With her high cheekbones, full lips
and bright red hair, she turned lots of heads. They had met three years earlier
when Jenna's daughter Nicole, now 15, first baby-sat for Karen's daughter
Ashley. Karen and her husband Bob continued to hire Nicole in the months and
years that followed, so the grownups had an acquaintance, even though they
never had become close friends. Jenna debated whether to brush off Karen's
question or allow this to get more intimate. She really had no desire for intimacy
here. Karen continued, "I keep telling myself, as a mother, giving Ashley the right
orientation now is one of the most important responsibilities I'll ever have."

Jenna didn't know Ashley, but she felt a fondness for the girl solely from the
stories Nicole would tell after returning from her baby-sitting jobs. She decided to
drop her guard.. "With us, Jack saw things the same way it sounds like your Bob
is seeing them: Here's another job for Mom!" The two women laughed. Jenna
went on. "I remember when my own mother talked to me about the birds and the
bees. We both were so embarrassed. The way the two of us were feeling that
day, our talk couldn't end soon enough. I was determined that the same thing
wouldn't happen between me and Nicole. I wanted her to have the benefit of
everything I've learned, so she wouldn't have to find her way in this dangerous
world, guided by trial and error and hearsay alone."

"So, what did you do?" Karen persisted. Jenna recounted how when Nicole was
11, she and Jack came up with the idea of creating a video for Nicole. Jack then
had purchased a penis look-alike dildo, condoms, a vibrator clearly designed for
penetration, and some other props. Then she had actually created the video,
explaining about HIV infections and trying to present sexuality in the most natural
way she knew how. "Jack helped me edit the tape before we showed it to Nickie.
In the beginning, I thought Jack should do the camera work, but then I decided
that no, this is Mom talking to my daughter, one on one -- no boys allowed! My
approach might not be the right approach for other mothers. But Nickie has
watched the video more than once, it opened a door for us to talk about a lot of
sexual things we otherwise might never have talked about, and I think today she
is handling her sexuality responsibly and very well -- knock on wood!"

Karen paused. She felt respected. Jenna's account confirmed her own
assessment of the importance of orienting Ashley. She looked at Jenna closely,
perhaps for the first time. Inside that fit and attractive almost-40 package was a
courageous and serious Mom. No wonder Nicole was turning out so well.
"Thanks, Jenna. This gives me plenty to think about."

One night the following week, driving Nicole home after a baby-sitting
engagement, Karen said, "Nickie, please tell your Mom that I apologize if I was
supposed to keep this a secret -- I haven't mentioned it and I'd never mention it
to Bob, and of course I haven't said anything to Ashley, but anyway I asked your
Mom for ideas about talking to Ashley about puberty and everything, and your
Mom said that a home video had helped with that when you were about Ashley's
age."

Nicole, a budding teenager, dark-haired, tanned, pretty and trim like her mother,
didn't flinch or squirm. "Mom's video helped me a lot. Mom really loves me and
wants me to grow up safe but not all repressed and uncomfortable about sex. I
mean, I'm going to make mistakes. But I think what I'm learning from Mom helps
me to control the situation when I'm with boys, even older boys, and still have
fun. I definitely think you ought to make a tape for Ashley. She's ready for it."

"She's ready for it?"

"Well, she asks me questions like, `Do you let boys touch your breasts?'" I tell
her, "Ashley, that's stuff you ought to talk to your Mom about."

Karen asked, "Could I see the video your mom made for you?"

Nicole paused. "I need to ask Mom before I say `Yes,' because the video is kind
of personal, especially some parts. I'll let you know. Bye." They had arrived at
Nicole's house, and Nicole jumped out of the car.

At first, it displeased Jenna to learn that Karen had related their clubhouse
conversation to Nicole. Then she remembered she herself was the one who had
first mentioned the video. Why wouldn't Karen want to see it? "So, what else has
Ashley asked you besides the thing about letting boys touch your breasts?"
Jenna asked her daughter. "Ashley would ask me about anything, I'm sure, if I let
the conversation go in that direction, but I don't. She's like any other 10-year-old.
I'm sure she'd like to know if I ever tried to pee standing up." Mother and
daughter laughed.

The next time Nicole sat for Ashley, Jenna dropped her daughter off, and when
Karen came to the door, Jenna motioned to Karen to approach the car. In the
driver's seat with the motor running, Jenna held up a cassette tape. "Nickie thinks
the world of Ashley, and she said she told you that you ought to make Ashley a
video. Well, if this helps, I'm happy, but letting you borrow it makes me a little
uncomfortable. Most people won't understand what I did here. Taken the wrong
way, this could hurt me, hurt Jack -- even hurt Nickie."

"This stays with me," Karen replied. "Bob doesn't know about it. I'll return this
tomorrow. Thank you, and thank Nickie."

In the section preceding the masturbation sequence, Jenna's presentation had
been expository and blunt, delivered in a forceful yet friendly tone. She sat on a
carpet, fully clothed, surrounded by props. She used the dildo to show how a
condom is unrolled onto an erect penis and to demonstrate manual male
masturbation. She described male ejaculation. Then she said, "Sweetie, I could
stop here but that would leave out a very important chapter. Boys are going to
want to climb on you, they'll be hard and hot, you'll feel or see some of them cum
and you may even help them cum at times. What I need to add now is this: You,
my girl, are going to get hard and hot, too. Recognize and accept that sexual
feeling is going to play a role in who you are and what you do. And so now I'm
going to switch gears on you and stop the lecture part of this tape. When the
camera cuts to the next part, it will zoom in on my privates. I'll be disappointed if
this embarrasses you. We have been straight with each other about so many,
many things, and I want to be straight with you about sexual pleasure, too."

After the concluding blown kiss on the video, Karen's TV continued to spray static
as she struggled to get a grip on herself. Had viewing this video been a turn-on?
Jenna's willingness to insert a gooey finger into her own asshole -- that part of it
had made Karen damp. She and Bob sometimes watched porno films when they
had sex, but today's experience was awakening a different excited feeling. Now,
Karen started to touch herself. What really was getting her hot, she realized, was
the idea of Nicole watching this video. She fantasized the pre-pubescent Nicole
in her own bedroom, reaching into her panties and playing with her own pussy
and the rim of her asshole. Karen reached behind her back and unfastened her
bra, then sank into the couch and with thumb and forefinger, rolled her nipples
jutting up from her full, taut breasts into hardness. Soon she was frigging her
pussy in earnest, and she made herself cum.

By the time she arrived at Jenna's that afternoon, Karen had enough composure
not to avert her eyes. "I had no idea what would be on this, Jenna," she said,
extending her hand to return the tape. "I really admire what you did, but I'm just
not up to this. Bob and I - I'm just not ready to be this honest, I guess. Thanks
anyway. Tell Nickie I'm sorry."

Later, Jenna told Nicole about Karen's reaction. "That's really too bad for
Ashley," Nicole said. "She really wants to know some of this stuff. It's time
somebody told her." Although Jenna was glad to think the episode had come to
an end, Nicole's disquiet over Karen's decision persisted. Jenna's video had
opened doors that needed opening between mother and daughter. She
especially remembered an episode the previous year when, at age 14, her
physical transformation to womanhood was completing. She had worked up her
courage, planned her speech during school, and when she got home she had
told Jenna, "Mom, I need to talk." They sat down together on the sofa. "Mom, as
I'm sure you have guessed already, I masturbate, and I enjoy masturbating. Also,
you may want to know that I'm still a virgin."

"I'm not surprised," Jenna had answered. "And...?"

"Well, when I masturbate, I do different things and have different thoughts. You
know, building up the sexual feeling, exciting myself."

"Unh-Hunh," Jenna responded. "Makes sense to me."

"One thing I do," the girl continued, "is I'll watch the video you made for me. I'll
watch the part where you make yourself cum. Then I'll fantasize that I look up
and you have walked into my room. You have been standing there, watching me,
and you lean over and say, 'Let me help you, Nickie.' And you start kissing me
and touching me, and I reach inside your clothes and I put my hands under your
bra, or sometimes under your panties, and then I cum."

Jenna paused. "It's the most natural thing in the world for you to want contact
with another person at a sexual time. After all, don't they call it 'Making Love'?"

This was the point Nicole had intended to reach before taking the next step
forward.  Nicole raised her skirt, spread her legs, brought her hand to her pussy
and began rubbing herself, through her panties. "Do you have fantasies?" she
asked plaintively.

Jenna smiled. "They don't involve you, sweetie. Think about it. Suppose that,
instead of inviting me to have sex with you now, you were inviting your father.
And, suppose he said, 'OK'." Now, how would that make me feel? Cumming is
fantastic, but it's not the be-all and end-all. If hearing this makes you feel
rejected, then you aren't listening well. There are two messages I want you to
hear." As she spoke, Jenna reached up under her own blouse and began
kneading a breast. "Number 1, I love you, and number 2, you are one hot and
sexy female. OK? Now if that's all you want to talk about, I need to either go frig
myself or take a cold shower-or both."

>From that day on, Nicole fully accepted the arousal triggered by her fantasies,
even when the fantasies included no boys and no men. And other imaginings,
not involving her mother, had the power to turn her on. Nicole had never shared
with her mother the discovery of Karen's and Bob's porn videos. On late night
engagements after Ashley had gone to bed, she would put them in the player
and settle back on the sofa. Although Nicole considered much of what she saw to
be ugly and brutal, she did frequently touch herself while she watched. After a
few sessions with the tapes, Nicole developed a particular preference for a video
that featured lesbian lovemaking. More than once she asked herself whether
Karen, like the red-haired beauty being licked by her video partner, was red-
haired all over.


"Oh, Hi, Nicole," Karen said, opening the kitchen door. "I didn't know you were
coming over." Nicole walked inside. It was a Friday afternoon, near the end of
summer. "Whatcha got there?" Karen asked, pointing to a paper bag in Nicole's
hand. Dressed in a loose top, loose shorts and sandals, her red hair pulled up off
her neck, Karen was peeling carrots over the sink. Nicole's button shirt was cut
off above her bare midriff. Below the smooth, tanned skin at her waist, Nicole's
white stretch short shorts hugged the curves of her hips and buns, and in the
front even revealed something of her pussy contours. Karen eyed her.

"I know you don't think you can make a video for Ashley like the one Mom made
for me," Nicole started. Karen now gave all her attention to the girl. Was Nicole
wearing lipstick? Only two buttons were holding her shirt together, and a black
bra peeked through the opening where the fabric stretched between the
buttonholes. The girl's shirt and shorts were definitely from last summer or even
the summer before, when Nicole had been 13. The girl continued: "Well, I think
you can do it, at least the part where you explain stuff. I thought that if I saved
you from having to go buy all those embarrassing things, then at least you
wouldn't have an excuse and you'd try. I mean, Ashley really needs to hear from
you on this." At that, Nicole reached into the bag and removed the dildo and the
vibrator.

Karen took the dildo, held its base to the kitchen table and rolled the fingers of
her other hand around it, as though preparing to jerk it off. At that moment, the
door swung open and Ashley burst inside. She was wearing a bikini bathing suit,
the top little more than a cloth strap covering the nipples on her chest.

"Wow, Mom," Ashley said. Karen's naturally red complexion flushed in crimson
embarrassment.

"Ash, that's something I brought over," Nicole interjected. "Your Mom wanted to
talk to you about boys and sex and all that stuff. It's time, don't you think?
Anyway, I guess I thought you were playing down the street."

"So you're the big expert and know-it-all, making plans with Mom?" Ashley
snapped, irritated that Nicole, whom she had considered her own friend, on her
level, now was seen to have some separate grown-up relationship with her
mother. Nicole wanted to placate the younger girl. "Heck no," Nicole said. "I
mean, your mother's married and experienced. I need to learn, too." At that,
Nicole turned her face to Karen.

"Girls, let's take this into the family room," Karen said, somewhat uncertain about
what was happening. In the family room, Ashley and Nicole sat next to each
other on the big couch, the same couch where Nicole sat whenever she had
watched the porn videos and masturbated in this house. Karen sat cross-legged
on the carpet, facing them. Nicole realized that Karen was not thinking about
videos. She intended to make her presentation right then and there! Karen held
up the dildo.

"You've heard the word `hard-on' or `boner'. When a man gets excited, his penis
looks like this."

"That looks so big, Mom." Ashley said. "Could you really fit all of that inside you?"

"Well, yes. You know what I'm talking about when I say `vagina,' Ashley. When a
woman gets aroused, which is another way of saying she gets sexually excited,
the vagina gets moist and it expands. That lubrication and expansion are what
makes it possible for an erect penis to push all the way inside."

"Can you show us, Mom?" Ashley asked. Karen paused.

Nicole felt a tingling. "There's some lubricant in the bag," she offered. Ashley
looked at Nicole approvingly.

"Well, it's just us girls," Karen said, and she stood up, unfastened her belt,
unzipped her zipper and dropped her shorts. She was wearing simple white
cotton panties. "I really ought to get a towel," she said, and she exited the room
toward the back of the house. A few seconds later came the call, "Girls, come
back here. And bring the bag." Nicole followed Ashley into the master bedroom,
where Karen already had pulled the covers off the king-size bed. The sheets
were gold, the fabric an imitation silk. "This makes more sense than a towel,"
Karen said.

There was a little bench at the foot of the bed, and Ashley and Nicole sat there,
so close together that their hips touched. Standing beside the mattress at the
side of the bed, and facing the girls, Karen now removed her panties. She had
perfect tan lines. The hair on her mons was indeed bright red. Her pussy lips
were shaven and white. She picked up the tube of lubricant and smeared gel
over the head of the dildo. Then she raised one leg up onto the bed and
positioned the dildo under her crack. There was no jiggle in her firm tan thighs or
firm white buttocks. She pushed upward once, then twice, not with great force,
but her face showed discomfort and frustration.

"Like I said, for this to work, the woman needs to get excited," she said. I'm just
not excited, not now anyway. If you will let me get a little kinky, we'll be OK. OK?"
The girls nodded, enthralled at Karen's spectacular display.

"Ashley, first I need for you to unbutton Nicole's shirt," Karen said with a quaver
in her voice that she quickly controlled. Nicole did not resist as Ashley leaned in
front of her and freed the buttons. The blouse fell open, exposing Nicole's bra.
"Nicole, take off your shirt now," Karen said. Karen had dipped a finger into the
gel, and was starting to slide the finger along the inside fold of her pussy lips.
Nicole's breasts bulged over the child's bra she was wearing. Karen began to
stroke herself rhythmically. "OK, Ashley, now take off Nicole's bra. Nicole
instantly swiveled on the bench, turning her back to Ashley and signaling her own
compliance. As Ashley unfastened the bra and lifted it over the older girl's
shoulders, Nicole turned again to face forward, dropping the bra completely from
conical breasts that jutted out and up, the dark red areolas tipped with stiffening
red nipples.

Karen's voice now was punctuated by panting. She continued to stroke herself.
"Ashley, aren't they pretty? You'll have pretty breasts in a few years." Ashley
reached out to Nicole's breasts, then held back. "It's OK," Nicole said, swiveling
again on the bench to face the girl more squarely. She took Ashley's hands and
held them to her breasts. "Please. It feels good to have you touch them."

Karen spoke again, continuing to rub herself. "Nickie, I don't think Ashley has had
much experience yet with kissing. Put your arms around her and teach her how
to kiss. I mean real kissing, open mouth kissing. Ashley, let Nickie's tongue play
inside your mouth." Ashley let Nicole slip off her bikini top. Ashley's pink nipples
puffed out from her otherwise flat chest. Nicole admired them. "You're pretty,
Ash," she said. Nicole kissed the girl softly on the lips, then slid her mouth over
Ashley's mouth in a circular motion, nibbling at Ashley's lips. When Ashley finally
offered a small crack between her lips, Nicole plunged inside with a flicking
tongue. Surprised, Ashley reflexively reached out to push against Nicole's
shoulders, but Nicole's hands met them there and the fingers clasped, their
mouths still locked together. Nicole began to be wet in her own pants as she felt
Ashley's mouth finally relax and surrender to her tongue's probings.

As Karen watched the girls' embrace, juice poured into her own love canal, and
she found a full stroke with the dildo. Nicole, hearing Karen's gasps, pulled back
from Ashley and looked softly and reassuringly into the young girl's unsure eyes.
Nicole gestured with her head in Karen's direction. Karen accepted the girls' full
gaze and continued to pump herself. "Wow," Ashley exclaimed. "Once you're
excited, it can fit inside."

Ashley now stood and faced her mother, and Nicole stepped behind the girl,
rubbing against Ashley's bikini bottom. Reaching around with her left arm, Nicole
pressed her palm against the girl's tummy, holding their bodies together.
Reaching her right arm around from the other side, she gently massaged
Ashley's nipple. As Karen gave herself increasingly energetic thrusts with the
dildo, Nicole began to hump Ashley's butt with her pussy. "Ash," I'm getting
excited watching your mom fuck herself," Nicole breathed.

Ashley knew that if there had been any peril for her here, her mother would have
rushed to protect her. She allowed the nipple massage and held her butt firm as
the older girl pounded her from behind. Karen glued her eyes to the pair,
transported by her self-stimulation and by Nicole's lewd speech and lewder
humping. A climactic surge engulfed her, and she rode the ecstatic waves, hiding
outward expression, not wanting to risk breaking the girls' mood.

"Nickie," Karen gasped, thrilling to her own aftershocks, "Don't stain your cute
pants. It looks like you want to cum. Let Ash and me help you do that."

Karen eased the dildo out of her throbbing pussy and placed it on the bed. "Ash,"
Karen spoke, drawing her daughter more tightly into the unfolding event, "This is
a really good learning opportunity. I'm sure you have heard about cumming."
Feigning casualness, Karen looked at Nicole and pointed to one side. "You can
lay your shorts on the chair."

Nicole checked herself and the progression building here. Had she wanted this
when, this morning, she had dressed herself in clothes that caricatured her
figure, and she had ridden her bike to this house, carrying a bag of sex toys?
Sure, Karen, as an adult, shouldn't be undressing her. But how delicious was
Karen's attention, the knowledge of Karen's sexual feelings for her. This all felt
OK-better than OK. She squeezed out of her shorts and neatly folded them on
the chair. She turned to Ashley. "Ash, when I take my panties off, you'll see I
have pubic hair. It started growing before I was even 13." She slipped off her
panties and deliberately stacked them, her shirt and her bra on top of the shorts,
giving Karen and Ashley ample time to view her nude body from all angles and in
all postures. "My hair goes down here, too, on the sides of my pussy lips," Nicole
continued. She spread her knees slightly and looked down. "I guess your mom
shaves herself around her lips. My mom does that. I've heard that some
husbands like it shaved, because they want to suck and lick us there, and hair
gets in the way." Finishing her sentence, Nicole reached down with the fingers of
one hand and began to rub herself.

Struck by what the older girl was doing, Ashley was even more struck by what
she was saying. "Mom, does Dad lick you there?" Ashley asked, turning to
Karen. "Yes, honey," Karen answered. "And I lick and suck his penis, too. Here,
Nickie." Karen removed her hoisted leg from the bed, opening space for Nicole.
Nicole lay down on her back, as Karen put pillows under her head. The girl raised
her knees to the side and openly stroked herself.

"I'm still a virgin, Ash. In case you were wondering." Nicole turned her eyes to
Karen. "Can you tell Ash and me how it works when you and your husband have
sex? I mean, do you usually start with kissing?"

Karen now sat on the bed, reached inside Nicole's thigh and began rubbing
lightly with her palm and fingers. "We try to mix it up and keep it interesting,"
Karen said, stroking Nicole but looking at Ashley. "Ash, sit down over there.
Ashley got on the bed, on Nicole's other flank. "Rub Nickie the way I'm doing."
Ashley obeyed, and Karen continued. "Often, he'll start it. He might come up on
me from behind. He'll grab me and kiss me on my neck. I'll be able to feel his
erection. Then he'll reach around and grab my breasts. He might put his hands
up under my shirt and pull my bra down. I like that."

Ashley noticed the beginnings of a tingling in her own private zone. Nicole
reached for Ashley's hand and pulled it to where she was frigging herself. She
guided Ashley's fingers to the sheathing of her own girl erection. "Feel that
ridge?" Ashley nodded. "That goes right to your nub. If your fingers do what mine
are doing now, after a time, that's how I get to cum."

Ashley interpreted Nicole to be asking her to take over the genital stroking, and
so she did. Nicole breathed sighs of satisfaction, encouraging Ashley to continue.
Again she looked at Karen. "If Ashley doesn't mind, I'd like to see your boobs.
Ashley nodded an assent, now more aware of her own tingling. Karen pulled her
top over her head. Her lace bra fastened in front. She opened the clip, and her
full, taut white breasts, nipples rising erect from upward-facing broad pink
areolas, swung heavily to the sides. Nicole sighed and placed her hand over
Ashley's hand, guiding the girl's fingers to the exact pleasurable touch she
wanted. Nicole spoke: "After your husband touches your breasts, does he ever
suck on them?" Karen thought to herself: Bob sucks everything. She sensed
Nicole's real question, and she leaned over the girl, again placing a hand inside
Nicole's thigh. This time, the hand reached higher on Nicole's thigh. Nicole's
pussy dripped juice onto her fingers. Lubricated, Karen's finger slid down into the
girl's crack. Karen's breast dangled above Nicole's panting mouth.

Karen and Ashley continued to stroke Nicole. After minutes of rhythmic
stimulation, Nicole's eyes glazed and with her hands she brought Karen's breast
and nipple to her lips. Nicole sucked and Karen spoke: "Ash, it's building. She'll
be cumming soon." Indeed, Nicole was surging to her climax. She gripped a
hand over Ashley's fingers, as though the guided fingers of the younger girl could
share the ecstatic sensations exploding within her now. She gasped and groaned
and Ashley felt the spasms and then the relaxation in the muscles of Nicole's
groin. Finally, Nicole released Karen's nipple from her mouth, she looked at the
young girl. "Thanks, Ash," she gasped. "You were great."

Nicole knew what needed to happen next. Karen pulled back, allowing Nicole to
take charge.. Nicole pulled Ashley on top of her and the girl came eagerly. "I
want to kiss you," Nicole panted, slipping a hand under the elastic border of
Ashley's bikini pants. "And this time, I want you to kiss me, too." Ashley closed
her lips over Nicole's and flicked her tongue inside the older girl's mouth. Locked
in an embrace, they rolled over so that Ashley was now below, on her back.
Nicole raised up and pulled away. Ashley found herself lying in the position
where Nicole had been minutes earlier. Modeling her mentor, she now turned to
her mother and reached out for Karen's breast. Karen brought herself to her
daughter's mouth and fed the nipple between the girl's lips. As Ashley sucked,
Nicole peeled off the girl's bikini bottom and slid it down to her ankles, off her feet
and onto the floor.

"Spread your legs, honey," Karen said softly, delighting in her daughter's sucking.
"How natural," she thought to herself. Karen remembered her own first cum, how
less than automatic that was. Without the prior knowledge of cumming to propel
you and boost your excitement with anticipation, you needed patient attention
and time. At age 10, Ash clearly wanted to reach her first cum. Could she get
there? Karen spoke: "Nickie, will you moisten her up a little?"

Ashley lay on her back, holding and sucking Karen's breast. That new sensation
now, she told herself, had to be Nicole's fingers, lips and tongue on and in her
pussy. Spreading Ashley's pussy lips, Nicole now saw her saliva glisten as she
worked Ashley into a girl erection. With her free hand, Nicole easily found
Karen's legs stretched out next to her daughter. As Nicole reached between the
woman's legs, Karen raised a knee, opening herself. Expecting a touch or
possibly a soft massage, Karen groaned with pleasure as she now felt the dildo,
first bumping her lips and then pushing inside her. "Oh, yes" she said, taking the
dildo into her own hand and thrusting. Remembering that the main business here
was Ashley, she stroked her daughter's hair and said gently, "Suck me, honey.
Suck me hard."

Ashley now felt the pressure starting to build. Nicole reacted to her new pelvic
squirming. "Ash, wrap your hand around my finger and guide it where you want it
to go." Ashley obliged, and now masturbated for the first time. Her orgasm
started with a whimpering, and then she moaned and thrashed and tears came
out of her eyes. Nicole stayed with her and sucked and stroked lightly as the
waves subsided. Karen kissed her daughter on the forehead.

"Wow," Ashley gasped finally. "Why did God make that?"

"So we'll remember to make babies, I guess," Karen answered. "That's the
answer going way back, I suppose. I'm glad for you, honey."

Karen continued to stroke her daughter's hair.  Nicole rose up and climbed off the
bed. She started to reach for her panties, and Karen spoke. "Nickie, you have to
feel sticky. Go ahead and use the bathroom. I mean, shower if you want to."

As Nicole exited into the bathroom, the phone rang and Karen answered. "Just a
second, I'll ask," she said, cupping her hand over the phone and turning to her
daughter. "The girls want to know where you are. They have the slip 'n' slide all
ready, but you didn't come back. They're going to order pizzas soon. Do you
want pepperoni and pan crust?" Karen now saw innocence restored to her child.
"Thin crust," Ashley exclaimed. "Tell them I'm on my way." The girl popped off the
bed, put her suit on, and was almost out the door before turning. "Thanks, Mom.
I'm really glad I know that stuff now. Bye." And she was gone.

Karen handed Nicole a towel as the girl emerged from the shower. "The blow
drier is over there," she pointed, and then climbed in the tub to shower herself.
When Karen emerged wearing a towel, she found Nicole seated at the edge of
the bed in bra and panties.

"I could ask my mom," Nicole said, "But I want to ask you, if that's OK."

"Sure," Karen answered. Nicole was simultaneously so hard and soft. How
extraordinary and how delicious, Karen told herself.

"As it turned out, today was all about cumming. I know I can cum when I play with
myself. Even when I used Ashley's hand, I was still playing with myself. My
question is, if you're really doing sex, like intercourse, I mean, can you cum when
you're doing that? I want to think it can happen, but I don't see how. I'm thinking
that when I get married and have sex with my husband, I'll want him inside me
and all that, but it won't be enough to make me cum, so I'll miss that."

"If you're worried that masturbating now is going to ruin your sex life as an adult,
and make it impossible to have orgasms during intercourse, well, have no fear. In
my experience, the more orgasms I have, the easier it is to get to orgasm. Now,
that may not be real helpful for men, since they want to stay hard a long time
before cumming, but it certainly makes things nice for us girls!" She smiled, but
Nicole looked unconvinced.

Karen continued. "OK, I'll concede that penetration changes things. You saw me
and the dildo. But you need to know that even with a dildo or penis inside you,
you'll still explode in the same place where you exploded today. When you're
doing intercourse, and grinding and all, the needed physical stimulation is there,
believe me." The girl looked up at her. "Hey, I don't have to tell you, Nickie, I can
show you."

Karen dropped her towel. Nicole reveled in the spectacle of the woman's breasts,
now pink from the hot water, and in her trim athletic body. Nicole slid back on the
bed, and Karen climbed onto the bed and reached under the elastic waistband of
the girl's panties. "This time, no fingers," she said. Nicole raised her hips, and
Karen pulled off the panties. Nicole removed her bra, lay her head back on a
pillow and opened her legs in invitation. Karen eased her trunk between the girl's
thighs, propping herself up with her elbows. Her breasts swung down, the nipples
brushing the nipples of Nicole's breasts.

"I could straddle your legs with mine, but that would be cheating," Karen said
softly finding the girl's pubic bone with her own.

"Can we kiss," Nicole asked. Karen's fleshy mounds now pressed against the
girl, and their open mouths came together. Nicole clasped Karen's head and
hungrily probed her. She opened her legs wider, feeling Karen's thrusts. Their
pussy flesh united, Nicole reached down to grip the woman's buttocks and adjust
the positioning of their cunts, counterpointing Karen's thrusting with her own.
Nicole felt excitement feeling Karen's excitement, too. "So this is what happens in
intercourse," she thought to herself.

In her sex with Bob, even on the occasions where she was on top, always Karen
had had the sense that Bob was fucking, and she was being fucked. Now,
slapping the wet pussy of this whimpering girl, Karen was fucking.

She raised her head. "Do you like my boobs?"

"Fuck me," Nicole cried.

"I like your boobs," Karen gasped, raising her torso slightly and brushing her own
nipples against the girl's nipples. Woman and girl felt their surges building, and
they thrashed together in ecstatic spasms. When it was over, Karen dismounted
and collapsed to one side.

This time, they showered together, soaping each others' breasts, asses and
pussies. Their caresses and their talk intermixed in a seamless intimacy and
collage of moods. Nicole asked Karen to give details about how Karen and her
husband "mix things up" to "keep it interesting." Karen confided that the
necessary practical burdens of a home-making relationship can crowd out erotic
life between spouses. "For years," Karen said, "I have had a secret fantasy about
totally humiliating myself, enslaving myself, you might say. Bob and I have never
played out that one. Nickie...." Karen's tone now changed. "I want my mouth to
be the first mouth on your pussy. Let me eat your pussy. Please. I beg you."

Nicole, understanding, told Karen sharply that the woman first must prove her
worthiness. Outside the shower, she commanded Karen to bend over the
commode. Nicole spanked Karen's butt cheeks with a hairbrush until the woman
cried. Nicole then ordered Karen to lie on her back on the bathroom carpet, legs
pressed together. "Make yourself cum," Nicole commanded. "No hands." Karen
strained, gripping her thighs together, using all her muscle strength to approach a
climax that finally exploded when Nicole, standing above and straddling her
torso, sprayed her urine onto the woman's breasts. Karen crested, and Nicole,
stepping back, pressed a foot into the woman's squirming pussy.

When Karen thanked her, Nicole relented to Karen's plea and sat on the side of
the tub, spreading her legs and bracing herself against the tile wall. Karen
hungrily nibbled and sucked her pussy until she came. "That stuff about pussy
hair getting in the way is a bunch of crock," Karen joked afterwards. "They just
like us shaved because they're wired to want young girls. Your mom would think
I'm a pervert."


Three months later, one night when Karen was driving Nicole home after baby-
sitting, Karen stopped the car a block from Nicole's house and said. "Nickie, the
day of Ashley's awakening.... Did you tell your mom about that?"

Nicole didn't hesitate. "That was private. You took a risk, like the risk my Mom
took when she made that video. Ash might tell other people, but I won't. Thank
you for trusting me, and I trust you.

Karen continued, "When Bob and I go out and you and Ashley are in the house
alone, do you, I mean...."

"If what happened that day accomplished what it should have accomplished, then
you should be asking Ashley this question, not asking me, don't you think? I will
say that I haven't done anything with Ashley that I feel guilty about. I think she
still likes having me around. And when we talk, I always remind her about not
getting in situations that she'll regret. She knows about diseases, and all that."

"Nickie, I know I don't have any right to ask this, but I want to make love to you
again. Does that offend you?"

Nicole paused. "That day in your house was as exciting as it has ever been for
me. Maybe I'll never have anything that exciting again. You have to know that
when I masturbate now, my fantasy is you sucking me and me sucking and
fucking you. But I'm not a grown-up, yet. I mean, if you and I make love, doesn't
that mean you're unfaithful to your husband? I can't sort all that out right now,
and I shouldn't have to."

Karen restarted the car and continued to the front of Nicole's house.

"Thanks, Nickie," the woman spoke.

"Bye," Nicole answered, giving her a quick peck on the lips and jumping out.