The Traveling Salesman (FF, MF)

By Chaz Thain

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Have you heard the joke about the traveling salesmen? Me too. In
fact, I've heard them all ... because I'm a traveling salesman.
And that's how I know that all the good stuff about traveling for
a living is bullshit. The reality is lumpy beds in bad-smelling
motel rooms and greasy food in small-town cafes.

I keep promising myself I'm going to find another line of work,
but the money is great and it's hard to give that up. So every
Sunday afternoon I drive from my home in The Big City to a
middle-size town somewhere, and check into a mid-range motel.

Early Monday I get up, grab breakfast, then hit the road, heading
to smaller towns within an hour's drive of the middle-size town.
Lunch is usually fast food in the car en route to my next call.
After supper I'm back to my motel in my middle-size town, then to
bed early so I can make all my calls the next day.

By Friday afternoon I'm driving back home to The Big City,
fighting indigestion and too tired to think.

Pretty glamorous, huh?

But you know that something good must have happened, or I
wouldn't be writing about it. So here's my story.

One Monday morning I was having breakfast at a cafe in one of my
middle-size towns. As usual I was groggy from a bad night's sleep
in an unfamiliar bed in a room that smelled like a mixture of
disinfectant and body odor. But I noticed that my waitress was
doing an excellent job. She supplied water and coffee without
being asked, answered my questions and took my order with quick
efficiency. You notice those things when you eat most of your
meals in cafes.

She kept my coffee cup full and brought my food without a word of
the phony small talk waitresses use when they're angling for a
tip. She supplied condiments without being asked, and the food
was surprisingly good. So I set out that morning in a better mood
than usual. And I left a better tip than usual.

I went back to the same cafe that evening, but "my" waitress
wasn't there. She obviously had the morning shift. The food was
still good although the service was just average.

Next morning I was back at the cafe for breakfast, and pleased to
see that my waitress was working. I made sure I sat at the same
table as the day before so she waited on me again. Sure enough,
she brought my coffee, water and menu as soon as I sat down and
was soon back, smiling, to take my order.

"Hash browns with onions, crisp bacon and two eggs over hard?"
she asked, smiling and repeating my order of the day before.

"Sure," I said, "that sounds good," and she gave me a big smile
before taking off to put my order in with the kitchen. I watched
her for awhile, trying to be subtle. It was easy to see she was
the best waitress in the place, handling five tables with ease
while it appeared the other two waitresses served only four each.

Her good attitude was as obvious as her efficiency. She smiled
easily and often, and could sometimes be heard humming to herself
when she passed my table. She seemed to know by instinct which
customers wanted to chat and the ones who (like me) wanted to be
served quickly and quietly.

She was certainly attractive, though not a great beauty. She was
in her late 20s, quietly pretty with wavy brown hair, even
features and kind brown eyes. Mostly she seemed to be a person
who was ready to like the whole world and be liked in return. Her
nametag said, "Sandy."

And for you horny guys reading this, she was taller than average,
maybe 5-7, with medium-size round tits a slender waist and a
solid butt. Her fingers were long and her nails were short -- no
ring -- lip gloss, no lipstick. I sighed, knowing I would never
be around long enough to earn anything from her but a smile.

Next morning, the guy in the next room got up and started banging
around at 5 a.m.! I was wide awake by the time he cranked his
pickup and pulled out at 5:30. Moaning groggily, I got up,
showered, dressed and took a room temperature soda with me to
watch the sun come up in a pretty little park down the block. I
was sitting on a bench by a small pond, blinking in the dawn
light when "my" waitress came jogging by in workout clothes.

She grinned as she ran by and I could see she recognized me. That
gave my early start a slightly better feel, and things got even
better when she panted to a stop in front of me after two or
three more circuits.

"Hey, stranger, you look familiar," she smiled.

"You're pretty good if you can remember a customer you've waited
on only twice," I countered.

She said she had a good memory for faces and we chatted for 15
minutes, getting to know each other. Finally she said she had to
go, but then she surprised me by inviting me to her place for
dinner that night.

"How do you know I'm going to be here tonight," I asked, amused.

"Well, I know you're booked into the Trailside Inn for the rest
of the week. So I figure you'll be around."

I laughed. Everybody knows everything in a small town.

"Then how do you know I'm not a traveling killer, preying on
pretty young waitresses?"

"I don't," Sandy smiled. "But you use a platinum credit card, you
shower every morning and you drive a nice car. If you're a
killer, at least you're high-class!"

With that, she jogged away smiling. At breakfast an hour later
she left a note on my table giving directions to her house,
setting a time and telling me to walk the six blocks. "Because if
you park in front of my house the neighborhood gossips will go
crazy."

And a minor incident happened during breakfast that only became
significant later. I noticed Sandy talking several times to a
high school girl who was bussing tables and occasionally running
the cash register. I call her a high school girl, but it was hard
to tell how old she was, or what race.

After watching her awhile, I decided she was Laotian, or maybe
Cambodian. She had a cute, round face, made striking by a pair of
large, dark eyes. Her skin was a cool brown and straight,
ebony hair fell to her shoulders. She could not have stood
more than 5-feet-nothing in her sneakers. But she wore the tight
t-shirt and jeans that are a uniform for half of America's high
school girls.

She would have passed for a junior high girl, except that she had
a pair of small, but quite visible tits on her chest, a distinct
waist, and a nice wiggle in her ass that little girls don't have.

Looking forward to a pleasant evening with Sandy, I would barely
have noticed the tiny Asian girl, except that I once caught her
staring at me with a brooding look that made me think, "Uh-oh."

Anyway, I arrived at Sandy's small house at the appointed time
that night and wasn't entirely shocked to find we were sitting
down to dinner with her 3-year-old son, Buddy, and her
babysitter, Anna, the girl from the cafe.

Sandy explained that she was divorced from Buddy's father, who
had gone to live in Wyoming "for the hunting and fishing." And
that Anna, who lived on the next block, was her regular
babysitter and companion.

"I couldn't get along without Anna," Sandy said. "She's my best
friend, and Buddy's older sister."

Buddy was a typical lively kid and we got along well after some
initial shyness. Anna, on the other hand, greeted my presence
with mixed reactions -- sometimes courteous -- sometimes
indifferent. I got the feeling she could turn hostile in a
heartbeat. Meanwhile she cooed adoringly with Buddy and treated
Sandy with a mix of hero worship and affection.

"What an nice bunch," I thought, watching them talk over dinner.
I gathered that Anna spent most of her day at school, followed by
babysitting and hanging out at Sandy's house. She also worked at
the restaurant and apparently avoided her own home that housed
her strict parents and a large flock of siblings.

After supper, I played cars and trucks with Buddy on the carpet
in front of the TV, while Sandy cleaned up and Anna studied at
the kitchen table. The homelike atmosphere made me increasingly
comfortable and relaxed. Then Buddy started to yawn and Anna
whisked him away for a bath and jammies while Sandy and I talked
quietly on the couch. The sleepy little bundle was brought out to
say goodnight, then Anna and Sandy put him in bed.

Afterwards, Sandy and I sat on the couch turned towards each
other and talking, almost touching. Anna sat in a nearby recliner
watching television. When Anna left, I was definitely going for a
kiss and a tour of Sandy's nice tits. If that went well, who
knows? But I didn't feel hurried. I was pretty sure my welcome at
Sandy's house was good. There was already a feeling of closeness
between us.

But Anna wouldn't leave.

I dropped what I thought was a pretty obvious hint, but Anna
either missed it or -- more likely -- ignored me. She was
concentrating a little too hard on the TV. Even Sandy was looking
at her with a slightly furrowed brow. So I decided to go to the
bathroom and see if Sandy could get Anna moving while I was gone.

I was taking plenty of time in the bathroom, washing my hands,
when water splashed onto the front of my slacks. "Crap!" I
thought, looking down. "It looks like I peed on myself." So I
spent awhile trying to dry the spot with towels inside and out.
No good. There was still a very obvious wet splotch. Then I tried
using the hair dryer by the sink, but gave it up. I was going to
have to live with it.

Sighing I headed up the short hall to the living room and came to
a dead stop in the door. I could hardly believe my eyes.

Sandy was sitting in the same spot on the couch, but Anna had
moved about a million miles. Her clothing was scattered on the
floor and she was nude except for her white cotton ankle-socks
and a tiny white bra. Anna was standing on the couch, her feet
straddling Sandy's hips and her pussy pressed firmly against
Sandy's face!

Anna's hands were braced against the wall behind the couch. Her
hips were tilted, positioning her pussy to welcome Sandy's mouth,
and the muscles of her legs flexed and strained as she made small
movements to remain in the right spot.

It took me a moment to realize that although Sandy was moving
very little, she was a full partner in this erotic scene. Her
head moved slightly as she licked the young girl's pussy and her
hands grasped Anna's small thighs, just under her cute butt,
holding her in place. My mouth went dry.

I advanced a couple of steps and Sandy saw me. Her lower face was
pressed too far between Anna's legs for me to see her reaction. I
could only see her forehead and eyes, so I couldn't tell if she
was dismayed to be caught tongue-fucking her young friend. But
she showed no sign of stopping.

Anna didn't see me because her eyes were closed, her head hanging
down and her hair hanging like fluid black curtains on either
side of her face. She made small panting sounds, like, "Heh ...
heh ... heh ... heh" as she rocked her hips slowly against
Sandy's face. Her little breasts were held motionless in her
tight bra.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the raw display of sex in front
of me. Anna was clearly used to being satisfied this way, and it
was just as obvious that Sandy had a lot of practice mouthing the
small girl's slit.

Now Anna's arousal was growing stronger, and louder, with a "Huh
... Huh ... Huh ... Huh ... Huh ... Huh!" The exhalations came
steadily and strongly, and she put one hand behind Sandy's head,
gripping a handful of the her brunette waves.

"Ohmygod!" Anna exclaimed, now staring blindly at the wall. "Fuck
... ohshitohshit ... Sandy ... yes ... ... there ... good ...
good ... ... so good. So GOOD! Yes ... yes ... there ... ... ...
again ... ... ... again ... ... ... yes ... Yes ... Yes ... Yesss
... Yessss ... almost."

Now Anna bared her teeth, threw back her head, and both hands
were pulling Sandy's face into her crotch. "Oh ... Oh! .. OH! ..
OH! .. OHMYGOD! FUCK! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!
YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! YESSandyYESSSSS!" She hissed and groaned.

A truly full-fledged, grown-up cum swept Anna in waves as she
tried mightily to pull Sandy's face into her pussy. Sandy's face
was buried so deep that I could see her sometimes force her mouth
to the side to catch a breath before resuming her oral assault on
the wet hole where the girl's round thighs met.

Time passed as Anna stood quivering and gasping, still holding
Sandy's face against her sex. Finally Anna's legs could hold her
no longer and she slowly collapsed downward until she was
squatting on Sandy's lap, her cheek resting against the older
woman's chest. Her lips still muttering quietly, "ohshit ...
ohshit." After a few minutes, she seemed to be asleep or at least
motionless and breathing evenly. Gently Sandy eased the girl down
onto the couch and put a pillow under her head. She straightened
Anna's bare legs across her lap and covered her with an Afghan.

"I guess I should tell you what this is all about," Sandy said,
turning to me at last while wiping Anna's juices off her face
with her hand.

"I'd like to hear the story," I responded, smiling. "But first
let me say I think you two are beautiful. And ... incredibly
sexy."

"That's good," Sandy smiled. "I thought it was a good sign when
you didn't run screaming out the door."

"Here's another good sign," I said, and I leaned over to kiss
her, tilting her chin up with one finger. Sandy's lips, her
tongue, her whole mouth tasted of the delightful tang of Anna's
pussy. We kissed gently for awhile, long enough for me to
discover Sandy's own taste under the bouquet of Anna's juices.
Then I sat next to her on the couch and put my arm around her
shoulders.

"I hope Buddy didn't wake up," I said.

"Oh don't worry," Sandy said. "Buddy has been sleeping through
orgasms most of his life. I doubt they'll start bothering him
now. I'm just glad the old ladies in this neighborhood are as
deaf as they are eagle-eyed.

"Don't think I don't like guys," Sandy said, turning to me
earnestly. "I really do."

"That's good news," I said, grinning.

"Then I hope you won't mind a long story," Sandy smiled back. And
she began.

Sandy grew up in a tiny house just blocks from where we sat. Her
parents shared one small bedroom while Sandy and her older sister
shared an even smaller one. Their beds were so close together
Sandy could hear every move her sister made, even her breathing.

So at 13 Sandy was curious about the sounds she heard late one
night from her 17-year-old sister's bed. First was Cheryl's
tossing and turning after coming home from a date. Then came the
small, regular motions, the almost inaudible creaking of
bedsprings, the long spell of quick and shallow breathing and
finally the smothered gasp, the small, intense grunts and the
long ending sigh.

"What are you doing over there Cheryl?" whispered Sandy.

"Crap, I thought you were asleep," Cheryl hissed. "Be quiet,
they'll hear you."

"Then tell me what you were doing you toad!" Sandy giggled.

"Only if you promise never to tell Mom or Dad, or anybody else!"
Cheryl demanded.

"Why would I tell anybody?"

"Because it's dirty."

A little chill went down Sandy's spine because 'dirty' could mean
a lot of things. She didn't know much, but most of those things
had to do with boys ... and the things they wanted to do to girls
in dark places, like under the grandstands at the fairgrounds. Or
in cars parked under the highway bridge.

Dirty had something to do with boys putting their hands in girls'
pants, and girls who didn't stop them. It certainly had something
to do with kissing. Sandy was certain there was kissing that was
dirty. Like in the movies.

Dirty meant you had to start wearing a bra as soon as your boobs
began to show. And dirty was boys trying to look between your
legs when you wore a skirt. Dirty was a secret revealed in
confusing bits and pieces of things not to do. Suddenly Sandy was
burning with curiosity.

"WHAT'S dirty?" she asked.

"Promise you won't tell?"

"Of course I won't. I already said."

"No, really, you have to make a solemn promise. This is not kid's
stuff."

"Okay then, I promise I will never tell anyone what you tell me
tonight. Amen. Now what's going on?"

"Brenda showed me how to do it, and it feels soooo good," Cheryl
whispered. Brenda was her best friend.

"How to do what?" Sandy asked, getting impatient.

"It's called fingering ... " Cheryl hesitated, "You rub yourself
... just the right way ... at first it just tingles, then you get
all warm."

"Rub where?" Sandy interrupted.

"Down there."

"Down where?"

"Um, under your panties."

"Where you pee!" hissed Sandy, shocked.

"No you stupid frog, not where you pee, above that!"

Sandy's hand slid down to the crotch of her cotton panties, she
found the indentation of her opening, slid up past her pee hole
and found ... nothing. There was a little hair and the fleshy
folds at the top end of her thing, but a quick rub triggered
exactly nothing.

"You mean below?" she asked, moving her finger back down to her
opening. She KNEW there was something dirty about THAT!

"No monkey face, NOT below ... above!"

Sandy's hand moved up again, too far this time, to the pubes she
and her friends had begun to sprout between their legs. Some had
thick hair while others had sparse tufts. Her pubes were about
average, but there was nothing underneath but folds of skin. She
"hmmphed" in puzzlement.

"Scoot over elephant ears," her sister demanded, sliding out of
her bed and into Sandy's. "I'll show you."

Cheryl pushed Sandy onto her back and laid beside her under the
covers. Her hand brusqely slid under the younger girl's t-shirt
and found the V of her panties. Feeling around, she quickly
located the top of Sandy's pussy and, using two fingers, began to
rub lightly in a circular motion.

"Uh ... ," Sandy said.

"Forget it," Cheryl said, "God knows I changed enough of your
diapers."

"This is weird," Sandy thought to herself, then, "I hope
something happens."

A couple of minutes passed and Cheryl kept rubbing gently, then
Sandy noticed a tiny feeling of warmth beginning. The warmth
spread slowly through the girl's crotch as Cheryl continued
patiently rubbing.

Soon Sandy was surprised by a tingle, a little jet of sensation
from the top of her pussy slit. Then came another tingle, and
soon each of Cheryl's circular motions produced those little
bubbles of sensation that seemed to float upward. Sandy smiled in
the darkness. This was fun.

The tingles merged into a steady stream of sensation and Sandy
found her breathing getting quick and shallow. Her head was
pressed back into the pillow and without thinking she cocked her
hips up until her pubic bone was higher than her navel.

Sandy felt a wetness growing in her pussy and hoped it wasn't
pee, but her sister must have felt the fluid and appeared
unconcerned. So Sandy didn't warn her about the spreading
dampness.

Suddenly, briefly, Sandy's whole pussy contracted and a wave of
pleasure swept through her. Surprised, she uttered a quiet
"Hmmmph" and her hips lunged up of their own accord. Cheryl began
rubbing a little faster. The crotch of Sandy's panties was now
thoroughly soaked and small waves of pleasure radiated from where
Cheryl's fingers made steady circles.

Another wave of pleasure washed through Sandy accompanied by
another contraction of her pussy. Then another. She was panting
in the darkness.

"Get ready," Cheryl whispered.

"Ready?" Sandy thought. She didn't know what was coming, she just
knew she wanted Cheryl to keep going.

The waves of pleasure came closer and closer together and Sandy
noticed she was covered with sweat and her lips tasted salty. She
was uttering a steady string of low sounds "umph ... umph ...
umph ... umph" and her open eyes were unfocused.

Then it happened. Cheryl was rubbing faster than ever and the
waves of pleasure were coming closer and closer together. Then
they merged suddenly into a giant wave that exploded with a flash
of bright light in Sandy's now-closed eyes. She inhaled for a
huge shout of exhilaration, but Cheryl's hand clamped down on her
mouth. She shouted anyway, her thin young body convulsing on the
bed and her hands locked around Cheryl's arm.

Sandy was aware only of the pleasure radiating in all-consuming
waves from her pussy, of Cheryl's hand muffling her moaning and
of the cool air on her sweaty skin because she had kicked off the
covers.

Gradually her convulsions slowed and stopped, Cheryl uncovered
her mouth so she could pant for air and her thrashing body lay
still, except when it was shaken by a trailing wave of pleasure.
Sandy stared blindly at the ceiling, shocked and wondering at the
incredible sensations lingering in her body.

"What happened?" she croaked in the darkness.

"That's called a climax," Cheryl whispered, "and you just had a
big one."

"Holy crap that was amazing!" she said.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"You told me, but I didn't believe you."

"Hah, baby bunny, you're a believer now!" said Cheryl.

After that the girls fingered themselves nearly every night,
carefully muffling their cries with their pillows. They began
leaving their radio playing very quietly when they went to bed,
hoping that would explain any odd noises in the night.

And every week or so they would trade fingerings, Sandy bringing
Cheryl to a climax before pulling the older girl's hand to her
own pussy. There was something special about somebody else's
fingers rubbing you inexorably to a climax. Their parents were
pleased that the girls were fighting less and even helping each
other with chores.

More than a year went by until a day when Sandy realized that
Cheryl had been extra nice to her for the past week. It couldn't
be that Cheryl wanted to be fingered, because they always traded,
taking turns at being first. Sandy was puzzled, but she learned
the rest of the story that night.

She was in bed, already sliding her fingertips lightly across the
crotch of her panties. But Cheryl was taking her time getting
ready for bed, fidgeting nervously.

Sandy broke the silence. "Okay, you can borrow my new purse for
the dance, but I want to wear your blue sweater for school
pictures," she said.

Startled, Cheryl turned and smiled down at her.

"It's not that," she said, "it's something else."

"Like what?"

"Like ... " Cheryl trailed off uncertainly.

"Cat got your tongue?"

"No. But Brenda showed me something new."

"What?"

"It's like fingering, but ... "

"But what?"

"It's a lot stronger and ... a LOT dirtier!" Cheryl said.

Sandy was puzzled. She could imagine dirtier things than
fingering. She thought about them all the time. But those things
had to do with boys.

"Can you show me?" Sandy asked. She found Cheryl looking at her
steadily.

"You have to promise again."

"Again! But I never told about fingering. Why do I have to
promise again?"

"I told you. It's a lot dirtier. Mom and Dad would kick us out of
the house if they caught us!"

Sandy was shaken at the idea of something so unspeakably dirty it
would turn her parents against her. But her curiosity was
intense. Something stronger then fingering must be amazing.

"It's not drugs is it? I'm not doing anything with needles!" she
declared.

"Don't be stupid!" Cheryl hissed.

"Okay, okay. I promise never to tell anyone about this new
secret," Sandy intoned with her hand on her heart. But Cheryl
still stood hesitating. Then she carefully checked that the
bedroom door was locked and sat on the foot of Sandy's bed.

"Here's the thing," she said. "You may not like ... this new
thing. So I'm going to do it to you first. You can do me tomorrow
night. But if you don't want to do it, I'll understand. We'll
never mention it again. Deal?"

Sandy nodded yes, suddenly feeling shaky.

Cheryl turned off the light and told Sandy to take off her
panties. Nervously the younger girl obeyed, feeling exposed.

"Now lie down and spread your legs ... and get your pillow
ready," Cheryl said. Sandy started breathing harder.

Cheryl knelt on the floor beside the bed and pulled Sandy's thin
legs toward her. Pushing them apart, she suddenly leaned forward
and put her mouth on Sandy's pussy.

A startled "Hey!" was all Sandy had a chance to say before she
felt her sister's tongue delve through her sparse pubes and push
into her slit. A second later she grunted, her legs went as stiff
as boards and her hips lunged upward because Cheryl had licked
what Sandy called her bump.

"OHMYGOD!" Sandy cried. Without raising her head, Cheryl grabbed
the pillow and thrust it onto Sandy's face. She licked her
sister's bump again, but this time the cry of pleasure was nearly
silenced by the pillow. Soon she was licking the girl's bump in a
steady rhythm.

Sandy was already past coherent thought. Her body was reacting on
its own. Her hips kept lunging up to meet Cheryl's tongue, but
her arms and legs were pushing her away from the almost painful
intensity of the pleasure from her pussy. But soon her escape was
thwarted when her head bumped against the wall and she could go
no further.

Now all Sandy could do was grunt and moan into the pillow while
Cheryl licked her relentlessly. Her climax overtook her faster
than any before, her thin frame quivering as shock after shock of
pleasure ripped through her body.

"AAAAGH! AAAGH! AAAWOOONOOOO!" she cried into her pillow, aware
of the need for silence even in the throes of a huge climax. And
finally her cries tailed off into a series of moans as her body
twitched feebly with aftershocks.

Cheryl rose up from her sister's pussy and knelt back, wiping her
mouth on the sheet. She watched patiently as Sandy's body jerked
and twitched, recalling the first time Brenda had licked her to a
climax that left her exhausted and exhilarated. Finally she got
into her own bed and settled down to sleep.

Sandy was limp as a rag doll, unable to move or speak. She didn't
even close her legs, but fell into an exhausted sleep with them
sprawled wide. She awoke the next morning and Cheryl was gone, so
she laid in bed thinking about the explosion of pleasure she had
felt from her sister's tongue.

"Could I do that?" she asked herself. She knew it was incredibly
dirty. But she also knew she would have to lick her sister if
only because she needed Cheryl to lick her again. She needed to
feel the power unleashed by a tongue in her pussy. She sighed.

"That was AMAZING!" she thought exultantly.

So a few days later Sandy licked Cheryl -- getting it right the
first try. And they secretly traded eating and fingering favors
nearly every night until Cheryl left for her own apartment in
another town, and eventually married.

Sandy, too, had married and had Buddy after attending junior
college for a couple of years. She had never eaten or fingered
another pussy, though sometimes she lay awake fingering herself
and longing for the joy of a tongue on her clit.

Anna came into her life first as a girl in the neighborhood, then
as a babysitter and companion. They became as close as sisters
and talked about everything.

Sandy's home was a refuge for Anna because her home life was
difficult. Her parents were very traditional and strict. And
since she was their oldest daughter they expected her to do a lot
of work around the house and take care of her younger siblings.
She had little of the freedom enjoyed by most teen girls.

Then disaster struck. Anna's older brother lost his job and was
forced to move into his parents' crowded house while looking for
another. He soon noticed that his sister's body no longer had the
straight lines of a little girl. He was troubled by the way her
cutoffs clung to her butt and her T-shirts outlined her bobbing
breasts. He began to harshly criticize her clothing. He also
criticized her lack of deference for him, the eldest son. Finally
one day, Anna angered him by refusing to get him a drink while
she was busy helping a young sister find a toy. So he slapped
her.

Knocked off her feet, Anna lay sobbing with pain and humiliation.
She screamed curses at her older brother, but he paid no
attention. Instead he felt good. He had taught his disrespectful
sister a lesson. Then his eyes fell on the bumps her nipples made
in her T-shirt and the enticing way her bare breasts moved under
the thin cloth. He wanted to see more.

Grabbing Anna by the arm, he dragged her into her bedroom and
locked the door. He pulled her shirt up, revealing her small but
perfectly shaped breasts. She screamed and slapped at him wildly.
So he punched her and she fell back, stunned. Excitedly, he
pulled off her clothes. Then he raped her, feeling guilty but
incredibly aroused as he forced himself, grunting, into her tight
sleeve.

Anna's horrified parents arrived a few minutes later ... too late
to save their daughter's virginity, or prevent the turmoil that
nearly destroyed their family. Angrily they began shouting at
their son, who shouted back. And while that was happening, Anna
recovered enough to dress and flee to Sandy's house.

Anna refused to go home after the rape and stayed with Sandy even
after her brother left for a job in another town. She spent most
of her time at school, Sandy's house and at the cafe. She gave
most of her earnings to her parents, but after the assault she no
longer obeyed their orders. They tried commanding, then coaxing
her back into their house, but she refused.

Meanwhile Sandy couldn't bear to lie awake listening to Anna cry
herself to sleep. So she brought the traumatized teen into her
bed, to hold and comfort as she sobbed. Although Anna openly
rejected many of her parents' traditional beliefs, she had always
agreed with them in one way. She had dreamed of falling and love
and giving her virginity to her husband on their wedding night.
Now that would never happen.

Gradually Anna's heartbreak faded and her long nighttime talks
with Sandy wandered onto other subjects. They talked about
education and jobs, movies and music, children and dreams.
Inevitably they talked about sex and inevitably Anna rejected the
whole idea of allowing a man to enter her body.

Sandy gently reasoned with Anna, trying to emphasize the good
things about being with a man. But the rape was too fresh in
Anna's mind for her to admit anything of the sort. She insisted
no man would touch her again.

"But sweetie, loving a man can be a wonderful thing, full of
pleasure and tenderness," Sandy said.

"If you're so hot on men why don't you get one yourself," Anna
retorted. "You've been divorced long enough."

"I'm not just looking for a good man for me," Sandy said. "I need
a man who'll be good for Buddy and other children we might have.
And there just aren't a lot of candidates in a town this small."

So Sandy and Anna continued to talk and argue, laugh and cry
about anything and everything. Then, inevitably, Anna woke up
late one night and caught Sandy fingering herself.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing," Anna demanded
sleepily.

"Oh damn," Sandy said breathlessly. "I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't
mean to wake you up."

"You're masturbating aren't you?" Anna asked. "We had that in
Health Ed."

"Yeah, honey. I was masturbating. Now go back to sleep."

But Anna stopped her before she could roll over and go to sleep.

"Don't stop," she said. "Show me how you do it."

Sandy took a little persuading, but a few minutes later Anna
stared wide-eyed as her older friend writhed and moaned through
an orgasm with the fingers of her right hand rubbing her pussy
and those of her left pulling her nipples.

"That must be wonderful!" Anna whispered, squeezing her legs
together. "You should have seen your face!"

Sandy's only reply was a satisfied sigh as she basked in the
pleasure of her climax. Later she coached Anna as the teen rubbed
her own pussy. Anna's fingers found her clitoris and began
rubbing, but she kept stopping.

"It gets too intense," the girl explained, frowning in the dim
light from the bathroom door.

"Well you can't stop when it gets intense," Sandy said. "That's
when you have to go on, you have to let it build."

"I can't, I can't!" Anna said. "It feels like I'm losing it ...
it's too much."

"Here, let me get you started," Sandy said, and she put her hand
on the teen's crotch, outside her panties. Anna waited
expectantly, but for awhile the young woman did nothing, just
cupped the girl's pussy with her warm hand. Then she started
rubbing, gently and slowly, up and down. She was moving the
girl's pussy lips, leaving her clitoris protected in its fleshy
cradle. Several minutes passed.

"How does that feel," Sandy whispered.

"It's good ... ."

The rubbing continued, still slow and gentle. Then suddenly Anna
gasped, filling her lungs quickly while her eyes widened.

"OH!" she whispered, her breath coming faster. But Sandy changed
nothing, steadily rubbing and rubbing the girl's whole crotch.
Juices were flowing from the girl now, beginning to soak her
panties. Sandy was careful not to let her fingers push against
Anna's warmslick opening, fearful that any penetration would
awaken bad memories.

The rubbing continued and now Anna's legs were splayed wide and
her eyes were closed. One hand rested lightly on top of Sandy's
hand while the other gently stroked a breast through her T-shirt.

Anna was sighing steadily now, with an occasional gasp as the
pleasure from Sandy's hand slowly intensified. Gradually she felt
warmth spread from her crotch through her entire body. Even her
hands and feet felt warm. Her small breasts grew sensitive as her
nipples hardened.

"Mmm-mm. Mmm-mmm." Anna sighed, loving the sensations spreading
through her body. She smelled something new and realized it was
her smell, rising from the wetness between her legs.

"UNH!" she suddenly groaned. Then "UNHH!" again. Soon she was
uttering a steady stream of moans triggered each time the heel of
Sandy's hand put fresh pressure on her pussy.

The feelings radiating from her crotch grew more and more intense
and finally Annie could take no more. She grasped Sandy's forearm
and tried to pull her hand off her super-sensitive pussy. But
Sandy was determined. Anna tried to sit up, to squirm away from
the overpowering sensations flooding her body. But Sandy leaned
her weight across the teen's slender waist and kept rubbing.

Anna opened her mouth to cry "NO!" but what came out was a wail
of desperation and pleasure unlike anything she'd ever heard or
uttered.

"WooooooAAAAGHHH!" Anna cried ... and the first convulsion of her
orgasm ripped through her body. She felt like she was being
electrocuted with pleasure. Her legs strained and her heels dug
into the sheets while her hips thrust uncontrollably and her arms
locked around Sandy's neck.

"AAAAAAAAHHH!" she cried, then again, "AAAAAAAAHHHH!"

He body rocked and shuddered, twisted and strained as her orgasm
swept through her like a summer storm. With her eyes tightly
closed, the small girl felt lightning bolts of bliss shooting
through clouds of heat and pleasure. The rest of the world
vanished and her awareness was reduced to her body, now an
unfamiliar place filled with breathtaking sensations.

"AAAGH! AAAGH! AAAAAAAoooooAAAGH!" she moaned, thrashing
helplessly and Sandy rubbed her crotch without mercy. "AAH! AAH!
AAH! AAAAAAAH!"

Slowly, slowly her orgasm faded and Anna's body stopped
convulsing aside from an occasional involuntary squeeze of her
pussy muscles. Finally she lay motionless and spent and Sandy
took her wet hand off Anna's wet crotch.

Time passed and Anna finally opened her eyes.

"THAT WAS WONDERFUL!" she whispered gratefully. "I've never felt
anything that good!"

After that Anna and Sandy finger-fucked each other every night.
Anna soon found she could cum more than once in a session and
began insisting that Sandy finger her until she came again and
again. She was in love with sex, wanting more and more.

Sandy became troubled by the teen's relentless need to cum and
tried to rein in her desires. But Anna continued to extend her
sexual horizons in spite of Sandy's advice and reservations. She
overcame her distaste for being penetrated, first with fingers
then with a candle and finally she learned to jam a long, fat
cucumber up her pussy.

From Sandy's perspective there was one troubling sequel to Anna's
discovery of sex. The teen resolved her love of sex and her
dislike for men by deciding to become a lesbian. And that's why
Sandy awoke one morning from a sexy dream to find Anna mouthing
her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.

Startled, Sandy pushed Anna away and jumped out of bed. She
thought it was fine for girls to fuck each other when there was
no loving man around. But she didn't think fucking girls to avoid
men solved anything. Nor did she believe Anna was really lesbian.
The teen was just focused on girl sex because of her rape.

But Anna was relentless. Sandy made Anna sleep in her own bed,
but woke again to find the girl's tongue and fingers probing her
pussy.

"I need a chastity belt," Sandy groaned in exasperation, and
started wearing sweatpants to bed.

Anna finally broke her down after a week in which Sandy had been
laid off then scrambled to find another job while Buddy had been
a lovable, but energy-sapping dervish. Buddy was asleep and Sandy
was lying limply in a warm bath, trying to recover her sanity,
when Anna simply walked into the bathroom, nude, and climbed into
the other end of the tub.

Too tired to fight another battle, Sandy let Anna lift her hips
out of the water and lick her inexpertly, but gently to a
beautiful orgasm. And when she could breathe normally again,
Sandy resisted only a moment when Anna knelt over her face,
pleading for satisfaction with her big brown eyes. Sandy nodded
her surrender and the girl lowered her plump pussy to the older
woman's mouth.

Sandy's expert tongue and lips soon had Anna gasping, but she
decided to make the girl pay a price for defeating her resolve.
So she licked Anna close to cumming, then deserted her clit to
thrust deeply into her opening. She went back to Anna's clit
until the girl began to whimper, then backed off again to suck on
her plump lips. Five times she brought Anna near to cumming then
left her hanging and the girl began to whimper and beg.

"Oh god, Sandy, don't stop! PLEASE don't stop! I'm so CLOSE!
FINISH IT!"

So finally she relented and put her lips around Anna's clit,
kissing and sucking gently until the desperately aroused teen
exploded, wailed and humped her dripping pussy against Sandy's
face.

"AAAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!" she cried, grinding her crotch against
Sandy's willing mouth. "AAAAAAAUUUMMMMM!"

So history repeated itself as Sandy traded sexual favors with
Anna the way she had once traded them with Cheryl. It was a
wonderful release and Anna was happy, but Sandy wanted more. And
then she spotted me sitting on a park bench during her morning
jog.

"Anna probably figures she can get rid of you by showing you our
girl thing," Sandy said. "But you don't look too shocked."

"Surprised, yes," I said, "but you wouldn't have invited me to
dinner if you were a lesbian. So, yeah, this is a little weird
... but I'm not going anywhere."

That's how it all began ... me and Sandy and Buddy ... and Anna.
Now we all live in a big house in the Big City. I gave up
traveling and took a management job, and Sandy gave up waiting
tables to be a mother, wife and student. Anna also started
college and we pay the costs not covered by her scholarships.

Most nights after Buddy is asleep, Sandy gets ready for bed then
heads for Anna's room where she spends half an hour licking and
fingering her to a couple of orgasms. But she won't let the teen
return her favors.

Instead Sandy eagerly heads back to our room -- her nipples
rock-hard and her pussy hot and wet. We fuck like crazy and don't
care that Anna can hear. In fact, a couple of times when Sandy
hasn't completely closed our door, I've spotted a shadowy form 
peering in from the hallway. Maybe someday Anna will give up her
resolve to be a lesbian? But even if that never happens, I'm a
happy guy.


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