## Archive-name: seducing-sara

From: an147259@anon.penet.fi (Chimene)

Subject: SEDUCING SARA (cons ff, adult-teen)

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

WARNING!!!

Yes, the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex, and if you're underage you should STOP RIGHT NOW!!!

This story is about consensual sex between an adult woman and a teenage girl. If such material offends you, please don't read it.

These stories were written for my own pleasure before I knew of the Internet or alt.sex.stories. Comments are welcome, as are your favorite stories of similar ilk. Flames will be ignored.

More to come,

Chimene

Come live with me and be my love,
and we will all the pleasures prove . . .

If you can't stand the heat, don't burn down the kitchen.

by
Chimene d'Antan

Sara is only 15, but her little breasts are more than adolescent buds -- having rosy, well-developed nipples and a distinct round form. To me, they are quite enticing, albeit no match for mine or those of the other women in my house.

Sara's hair is a rich, honey color, and flows down her back to her waist in gentle, thick, silky waves, shining with the vigor and health of youth, and terminating in a series of bouncy curls. Her face is round, innocent, and her pale brown eyebrows frame a pair of large, wide-set and stunningly blue eyes. Her mouth is broad and graced with pink, sensuous lips. Her body is typically gangly, the curves of waist and thighs only hinting at future voluptuousness. Her pussy is a downy mound with a tight little slit. Looking at her, I could only hope that she would enjoy her first experience as much as I. Even at her tender age she is exciting to behold, and her beauty holds great potential, its youthful lines and her sweet face promising greatness in maturity.

We sat together on the couch, wearing only silk camisoles. She was stiff and nervous, fully aware of my intentions. My arm was around her, and I spoke softly to her, assuring her that I had no wish to hurt her, that this would be a far gentler introduction to sex than most girls received. I began stroking her hair as I asked her to be frank with me about her sexual fantasies and how often she masturbated. When she realized that I was not judging her, but actually approved of the act, she admitted to frequent masturbation, often fantasizing about being taken forcefully ("no, not rape, really, just forcefully" she said) and about sucking cock. When I asked if she ever fantasized about sex with women she paused and then said that it wasn't that she was "grossed out" by it, just that when she thought of it, she would block it out, probably because she'd learned from society that lesbian sex was immoral and taboo -- a perversion. Asked if she wanted to try it, she said she wasn't sure, but was willing since she liked me so much and far preferred life with me to life in the orphanage.

I took her face in my hands and kissed her shining pink mouth, gently, but for a long moment, hoping to ease her tension as well as to start her hormones flowing. She was tense at first, her mouth almost frozen, but then she relaxed and hesitantly kissed me back. My hand moved down to her breast, sliding between the sheer material and her pale, almost translucent skin and onto the fledgling mound. She tensed again, and I drew back my mouth, looked deeply into her eyes with a loving gaze (I _do_ love her, for she is truly a sweet, intelligent, and entertaining girl, in addition to her obvious physical appeal and promise). "Please, don't be frightened, my dear. Love among women is not dirty or gross, it's the most pure form of love women can engage in, since there is no domination, no inequality of pleasure given or received. Women lovers are completely equal, as is their love, both physical and emotional".

As I talked, I continued stroking her hair while I began to massage her immature breast slowly and tenderly. Her eyes were wide with a combination of fear and anticipation, and she looked into mine for the reassurance I so wanted to give. I took her face into both hands again and said "My sweet child, I do love you, I do _want_ you, and I do want _you_ to want me. Do you? Or would you rather wait?" Her eyes searched mine for signs of anything but love, but found only caring and a loving physical desire which -- almost unknown to her (I had felt the tightening of her nipple but a moment before) -- was beginning to infect her body, too. She hesitated, thinking for a long moment before saying softly, her voice suddenly a bit husky, "Yes, I do."

I kissed her mouth again, briefly but tenderly, my hand still holding the back of her head and luxuriating in the soft flood of her hair. I slid my other hand down her shoulder pulling the silk camisole strap down with it, and dropping it to her waist. I swooned at the sight of the translucent, milky skin of her torso, the gentle, smooth roundness of her young breast. I cupped the now exposed tit and lowered my lips to the erect nipple as I lifted the little virgin swelling to my mouth. I sucked gently, like a baby as I caressed her hair and back with long calming strokes. My long dark tresses pooled in her lap. She tensed yet again, and her back arched slightly, pushing her breasts in unconscious sensuality against me. After a moment of sheer blissful suckling, I stopped, raised my head and asked her if she liked it. "Yes, it's kind of nice. You do that so sweetly, it makes me tingle." Again I kissed her, my mouth slightly open, and this time she responded more positively, working her lips against mine, taking my head in her hands. "You're so gentle with me" she said, "it makes me feel good about you."

"Would you like to kiss my breasts?" I asked. She waited only a moment before she nodded and slid her hands onto my shoulders, dropping the straps of my garment and slipping it completely down to my waist in a fluid and sure motion, exposing both my full breasts to her view. She regarded them for a moment, and then placed her hands on them, feeling their ample flesh, thumbing the aroused and enlarged nipples, palpating them in slow tactile exploration. She remarked on their feel in her hands, and then lowered her mouth to the nearest one and began mouthing the nipple and then sucking it. The sight and feel of her hands on me caused a weakness in my knees and a turmoil in my stomach that caught my breath in my throat. The pale golden coils of her hair slid between my thighs and I moaned softly: "Ooooohhhh". I began stroking her head.

For a long time, she experimented with her mouth, lips and tongue, becoming bolder as the novel taste and feel of my warm breast stimulated her. She teased the nipple, licking all around it, sucking lightly, and then drawing it fully into her mouth like a hungry child. As she continued, she began massaging and kneading my tit, the plump flesh filling both her slender hands. Like an experienced sculptor working live clay, she squeezed and caressed, even as her mouth explored hungrily, as if putting the finishing touches to her work. The manipulations of her fingers and the moist heat of her mouth took me from a state of sweet loving reverie to full sexual arousal, and I wondered just how innocent Sara was. I caressed her hair, burying my hands in its luxurious waves and rubbing my other breast with it as she sucked and kissed away, lovingly, but with increasing energy. Hot waves of sensuality began washing up my torso from my now wet pussy, and I cooed in encouragement as her mouth slid around and onto my swollen nipple over and over again. The fragrance of her hair intoxicated me.

At last she stopped. "Do _you_ like it?" she asked with exaggerated gentleness, as if _I_ were the child. "Oh _yes_!" I replied, genuinely enthralled and excited, "That seems to come naturally to you." "I am still just a child" she noted, both accusing and teasing me. Yet again, I kissed her, this time pulling her to me and embracing her, reveling in the feel of her warm breasts against mine. I placed my open mouth on hers and sucked erotically at her open lips, this time giving her a full French kiss. I allowed the kiss to last but just a second though, wondering what her response would be.

I soon found out. She waited but a moment before placing her arms around my neck and pulling her mouth against mine and kissing me back with equal fervor, equally as deeply, and thrusting her tongue just as deeply into my mouth. She was young, impetuous, and impulsive, and her kisses reflected the fact. I had known this before, and had wondered how these characteristics might translate into sexual behavior. But she was also quite self- assured, and this ensured that, once she had some understanding of what our encounter and her feelings were about, she was no longer tentative. We kissed for a long time, as she again experimented boldly with the forbidden, all the while -- perhaps unknowingly -- escalating my arousal. It was all I could do to keep myself from unleashing the full brunt of my passion, especially when she lunged onto me, straddling my waist with her thighs so that she faced me directly, her buttocks resting on my legs.

I pulled back from the brink. "Now let's not overdo it quite yet," I said, laughing. "I'm the teacher here, and I want to introduce you to my subject slowly and gently. Now pay attention, because your next subject is the most important one of all!" She looked at me, her eyes shining, a bit provocative, and expressing anticipation, humor, and, still, a hint of trepidation. After all, kissing was really just an innocent pastime compared to real _sex_.

In her new position, Sara's breasts were now thrust directly towards me, inviting me. Again I lowered my lips to her sweet little tit and its engaging nipple as I slipped the other strap of her camisole off her shoulder. This time I sucked more fully, however, allowing my arousal to express itself completely, drawing as much of her whole breast into my hungry mouth as I could. She began caressing and stroking my hair. At the same time, I slid my hand down her belly, pulling the drooping garment along, and fully revealing her torso. Sensing my intentions, she momentarily stepped off the couch to stand in front of me and I used both hands to pull the flimsy material down past her hips, past her buttocks to let if slide down her legs to her feet. She stepped out of the garment and resumed her position straddling my lap, her luscious little body once again pressing against my hungry flesh. All the while, I kept my mouth pressed onto her breast. Once more she tensed as my hand moved to her mound and began massaging it. "Relax, baby, Mama wants to make you feel _good_!"

My middle finger found her slit and pressed between the lips of her still-young vagina. The moisture I found there told me that

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