Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2005 18:55:11 EST
From: Danwoodsversion1@aol.com
Subject: Female of the Species: Chapter 1

This story is the first in hopefully many. It will contain lesbianism,
young girls, masturbation, incest, toys, transgender, and anything else
that forms in my deprieved little mind. If you find any of these things
offensive, or are under the age of 18, I suggest you close the page and get
on with your life.

This is somewhat of a re-write of an earlier series I did called 'A New
Game to Play' (lesbian-incest section if you're interested), I didn't like
how it went, it was too short, not detailed enough, so I've taken certain
parts and placed it in a differant situation. I quite like the way this
goes, and trust me, it gets much, much more bizarre, and I love it.


Becky Lewis was your typical 10 year old girl, she went to school, hung out
with friends, and visually she was an angel. She stood at about 5'1", and
her pinkish blonde hair was so long it would caress her soft butt when she
was naked, and she liked being naked. Her eyes were a deep light blue,
perfectly balanced by her button nose. Her skin was a smooth, light brown
tan, with no lines, puberty had not yet kicked in, not even slightly, but
this all changed the day after her eleventh birthday,

"How do you fell hon?"

"Still feel all funny, really hot,"

"Well don't worry, after work I'll get you something from the chemist, help
with your fever,"

"Do you have to go to work?"

"Becky, I know you don't fell well, but, and I do belive these were your
words, 'It's just a fever, I can still eat my cake',"

"Yeah, alright," said Becky under a false pout,

Her mother giggled to herslef, "Anyway, Stacy finishes school soon, she'll
be here in about half an hour, then she can tend to your every need," she
said as she bowed towards her daughter,

"It is so hard to find good slaves these days," replied Becky, the two
Lewis' laughed at each other,

"So you'll be ok for a little while?"

"Yeah,"

"Good, and don't get into any mischief,"

"Me?"

"You,"

Becky watched as her mum got up and left her room saying her goodbye's,
Becky sat in her bed, listening out for sound of the front door to close
and her mum's car to drive away, then Becky just sat there twiddling her
thumbs,

"I'm bored,"

Becky got out of bed and walked across her room. If one was use to describe
her room it would be pink, pink wallpaer, very pink carpet, stuffed animals
took up as much space as possible, she walked towards her window and opened
it to let in some cool spring air,

"Mmm, that feels a bit better," she said as the air rushed over her hot
form, she then turned and walked towards the door, undoing the buttons on
the pale yellow pyjama shirt she was wearing and let it fall to the floor,
clad only in white panties she went downstairs to the kitchen where she
fetched herself a glass of water and went back upstairs, pausing briefly to
look at her self in the full length mirror in the living room.

Back in her room, she took a sip of water and placed the glass on her
bedside cabinet before going back to the window, once again feeling the
soft breeze wash over her,

"Why am I so hot?" she moaned, rubbing her hands over her forehead. She
continued to stand infront of the window as her hands slowly started to
drift down her young body, stopping at her chest, feeling her small nipples
get hard, something they had been doing alot these past few weeks, much to
the suprise of her mother, her right hand journeyed further south, rubbing
her panty covered bud, she felt her lips spread and slip her forefinger
inbetween, gliding back and forth, causing her body to involuntarily rock
in motion, her nipples got even harder and more sensitive and her right
hand was getting wetter from the moisture flowing from her,

"Mmm, still feel hot,"

Becky slid her hand out of her panties and hooked her fingers around the
band, sliding them down off her legs and kicking them acroos her room. Now
naked she walked towards her bedside cabinet and dipped two fingers into
the cool glass of water and returned them to her wet lips,

"T-that's better,"

She felt her body shiver as her hand worked its magic between her legs,
causing an involuntary rocking motion,

"Real... better,"

Her breathing got heavy and more rapid, and she could feel an increasing
need to pee, she could feel it building up when suddenly,

"Becky? Are you upstairs?"

Stacy's call as she came up the stairs snapped Becky back into reality,
realising her current state; naked, hot and dripping between the legs, she
quickly grabbed a baggy old t-shirt and slipped it over herself,

"Becky are you... ok?"

"Yeah, fine. Just... a little hot,"

"You do look a little flushed,"

As Stacy stared at Becky she noticed the clothes stewn on the floor, and
the fluid running down her inner thigh,

"Becky?"

"Yeah?"

"Maybe a cold shower will cool you down,"

"Ok,"

Stacy left the room and went to the bathroom, while Becky breathed a sigh
of relief.

Now back downstairs in the living room, Stacy couldn't get the image of
Becky out of her mind. The sweat glistening on her face, her flushed
cheeks, a glazed look in her eyes, the sweet scent flowing from her, a
scent she knew all to well. Stacy had one thought running through her mind,
she wanted to make love to Becky.

Upstairs the shower was cooling down Becky, but she was still shaken from
nearly being caught, shaken and a little excited. She kept on thinking
about what must be going through Stacy's mind at the sight she saw. And she
wanted to find out. Stacy had known Becky since she was born, and had
looked after her very often over the years. Stacy was a beautiful 18 year
old. Her short black hair was tied into tiny pigtails, and perfectly
complemented her grey eyes. Her skin was quite pale, and her 34b breasts
would freely move under her cotton tops. Becky couldn't think of anything
else now, she wanted to make love to Stacy.

"That feels better," Becky said as she came downstairs,

"Good. I thought that might..." Stacy lost her train of thought as she saw
Becky,

Becky had put her baggy t-shirt back on, but she hadn't dried herself from
the shower. She was wet all over, and it had soaked into her t-shirt
causing it to cling her young body, showing every curve on her,

"Are you ok Stacy?"

"Wha? Oh, yeah. Why didn't you dry yourself off?"

"I wanted to keep the cold water on me. To keep me cool,"

"If you say so,"

Becky sat down on a chair next to the sofa Stacy was sitting on. They
watched TV for about ten minutes when Stacy noticed Becky kept fidgeting on
her seat,

"Becky? You ok?"

"What, oh yeah, I'm fine,"

"Why do you keep fidgeting?"

"I just, feel really hot,"

"Come here, I'll check your temperature,"

Becky got up and walked towards Stacy, standing infront of her,

"Ok, let's see,"

Stacy reached out and put her hand over Becky's forehead,

"Doesn't feel that hot,"

"That's 'cos that isn't where it is,"

"Where is then?" asked Stacy as she took her hand off of her, "Show me,"

Becky brought both her hands up and placed them over her pointy nipples,

"It's hot here,"

"Ok," Stacy said, swallowing as she spoke, "Anywhere else?"

Becky's hands dropped from her chest, her right snuck around behind her,
cupping her young butt. Her left hand moved slowly between her legs,
running over her hairless mound,

"It's hot here too,"

"Umm, right. I'll just go get you a cold drink. Maybe you should have
another cold shower later,"

Stacy got up and walked to the kitchen, opening the fridge to get a drink
when she heard a high-pitched moan from the living room,

"Becky?"

Stacy walked back and saw Becky lying back on the coffee table. Her, still
wet, t-shirt was pulled around her waist and her left hand was rubbing
furiously on her pussy,

"Becky? What are you doing?"

"I... can't, help... feels too good,"

Her leg muscles tensed as she brought her feet up, resting them on the
tables edge,

"Becky, you have to stop,"

"Mmmm,"

Stacy walked closer to Becky, not sure what to do she just knelt down
infront of her and watched,

"ohhh, yess,"

Becky pushed two fingers into herself, feeling no resistance. Her small
body squirming over the glass table top. Juices flowed freely from her, the
scent of which, washed over Stacy's form,

"B-Becky?"

"Yeah," she replied, at no point stopping her penertrative onslaught,

"You smell... really sweet,"

"Uh-huh,"

"Like, h-h-honey,"

Stacy leant forward, rsting her hands on Becky's soft thighs. Her tongue
slowly licked the juices from her, before replacing Becky's fingers with
her tongue,

"Uhhh, S-Stacy. That's... that's real good,"

Stacy continued tongue fucking her, as she put her on forefinger into
Becky's tight virgin asshole,

"Oww, Stacy, that hurts,"

Stacy took her mouth away from Becky's honeypot for a brief moment, "Shh,
it'll be fine,"

Stacy pushed her tongue back into her, while her finger started pumping
back and forth with increasing pace, causing Becky to hump back
involuntarily, causing deeper penertration from Stacy's finger and tongue,

"Stacy,"

"Mmm?" came the muffled reply,

"I-I... I love y-y... ahhhh!"

Becky's hands flew to her small chest, her back arched as she orgasmed, cum
pouring out of her like a tap, Stacy tried to drink up as much as she
could, but there was too much, it dribbled down her chin and dripped onto
the carpet,

"Becky, you ok sweetie?"

Becky's body lay limp as she recovered, sweat glistening on her young body,

"I... have... never... felt... better," she managed to reply through short
breathes,

"What were you about to say before?"

"I was gonna say..."


What was she going to say? Stay tuned to find the answer to the question
asked, and a load of questions not asked but need answering. PLEASE e-mail
me letting me know what you think, any queries, comments or suggestions, I
don't mind what you send me, as long as it ain't junk.

Smell ya later- danwoodsversion1