"Step-Daughter Initiation" - читать интересную книгу автора (Thomas Milford)

Chapter 8

Friday afternoon, after Herb had gone back to work, Irene, Wendy's friend from next-door, came to visit her. Irene's eyes were red from crying.

The girl was not much taller than Wendy, though two years older. She had dark brown hair, a cute, heart-shaped face with a turned-up nose and a Cupid's-bow upper lip. Although slender, with almost boyish hips, there was nothing boyish about the girl's full breasts. On a taller girl they, might have looked just right. On Irene, they looked big. Even with a shapeless, unbelted dress, Irene's mammaries were obvious.

"Hey," Wendy asked, letting the girl in, "what's wrong?"

"I met this fella at the library yesterday," Irene explained. "He bought me a soda afterward and walked me home, and my mom started screaming because I was a little late. She called me all kinds of names and chased the boy away and said I was grounded except for coming here to see you."

Wendy felt sorry for Irene. The girl's mother was ten times worse than Maryann when it came to her daughter. Boy, if Irene ever got her vagina sucked, she'd be in ecstasy forever. Too bad Herb wasn't here to do something about it.

Wait a minute, Wendy thought. Why do we need Herb? Heck, if he liked doing it to me that much, why I'll bet I'd like doing it to some other girl. Gee! That'd be something worth trying. And if Irene liked it enough, she might want to do it to me!

"Let's go down into the basement and listen to records," Wendy suggested. "I just got a new stereo."

"What I need," Irene said, as they walked down the basement steps from the kitchen, "is to find some guy who likes mousey girls like me, and who's willing to take me away from my ‘parents' house."

"What you need is to learn how to enjoy your body," Wendy told her, stacking some records on the phonograph.

The basement had a tile floor, with a bar at one end of the room. The walls were paneled with mahogany. The stereo setup was near the stairs, and there were some folding chairs around the room, but except for a cedar hope chest which had come with the house, there was no real furniture in the basement.

"Hey, I know more about my body than you think," Irene told her. "I mean, even if my folks want to try and keep me ignorant, we have all kinds of sex-education courses in school. I probably know a lot more than you."

But even as she talked, Irene allowed Wendy to put an arm around her. The two hopped up on the cedar chest. She drummed her feet against the side of the chest until Wendy said, "Hey, if you're going to kick the chest like that, kick your shoes off so you don't leave any marks."

The two girls removed their shoes and let them fall to the floor. Then, side by side, they lay down together on top of the cedar chest. Irene removed her glasses and put them on a nearby folding chair before snuggling against Wendy and holding the younger girl tightly against her. Wendy felt very warm with the older girl against her. She snuggled in with her face against Irene's breasts. She sensed the girl's nipples starting to grow the moment her cheek pressed against the girl's bosom. For a long time they simply lay there, listening to the music, clinging to one another, with Irene sniffling a little because of what had happened.

Irene clung to Wendy, relaxing for the first time since her mother yelled at her. Wendy's fingers stroked her deftly, sliding over her trim little body, stroking her firm breasts and running over her buttocks. Irene liked the way Wendy caressed her, and she pressed her body all the more tightly to that of the younger girl. There was nothing unnatural about the way her friend caressed her. Everything seemed very comforting, and in time the unhappiness she felt began melting away in Wendy's embrace. Irene no longer felt alone.

Little by little serenity grew in her as the timid girl began experiencing her first flutters of sensual arousal. Wendy was unskilled at caressing, but knowing what she wanted to feel, she assumed Irene might enjoy the same thing. Irene's body jerked the first time Wendy's fingers brushed across her dress-covered belly. And then Wendy's hand slid beneath her dress and started touching her thighs. Irene knew she ought to object, but it felt so good, especially when the girl's fingers ran up against the warm nakedness of her belly, making sensual little circles.

"What are you doing?" Irene finally asked, her voice a hoarse whisper as she attempted to regain control of herself. "I thought girls didn't touch one another."

"Gee, I didn't know," Wendy replied. "I like to be touched by men."

"Go on, when were you ever touched by a man?" Irene asked.

"I… can't talk about it, Irene. But I was touched by a man, almost the same way I'm touching you. And it was nice, really nice. I don't see anything wrong in making you feel as good as I felt. I mean, if you don't want me to touch you, just say so. I'll stop," Wendy said.

"Oh, no, don't stop, Wendy. I like it. Did you learn all this from being touched by a man?"

"Uh-huh! Irene, I'd like to do something with you, but it has to be a secret between the two of us."

"Sure," Irene agreed.

"First well, I know this sounds kooky, but I'd like to kiss you."

"Why? Did the man kiss you?"

"No, but I like you. I have this crazy urge to kiss you. Would it bother you?"

"Gosh, I guess not. Kissing's supposed to be nice."

"I know, but I want to kiss you the way I saw my stepfather kiss my mother. Okay?"

"Gee, sure. Go ahead."

And Wendy pulled Irene close to her, kissing her full on the mouth. Her tongue slid between Irene's surprised lips. At first Irene tried to recoil, but it was the first loving contact she'd had with anyone for as long as she remembered. The warm imprint of Wendy's lips seemed to sop up all the hurt and sorrow Irene was feeling. The older girl found herself responding, kissing back. She moved closer.

It seemed natural to hold Wendy tight and let her legs fall open as Wendy's warm, rounded knee slid up between her thighs, rubbing sensuously over the puffy lips of her vagina. No one had ever touched her there before. Irene had never even touched herself there. Still, she parted her legs a bit more and let Wendy's knee rub against her hair-lined, pouting labia. After all, she still had her panties on.

Irene's full breasts flattened against her as Wendy pressed her own chest solidly against that of the older girl. Soon their bodies were rubbing up and down, undulating together, and all the while their lips continued kissing and their tongues intermingled.

"Hey, you know what," Wendy said. "You're all tense and scared. What you need is a long soak in a hot tub."

"Oh gosh, I don't feel like taking a bath now," Irene murmured, trying to kiss her again.

"Mom says, whenever she's tense or nervous, she sits in a hot bathtub for a little while, and everything is drained out of her."

"Okay," Irene finally agreed.

"Look, there's an extra bathroom right down here. It was built by the man who lived here before us. It has a full-sized tub and everything. Hey, if you're hungry…"

"No thanks, I don't feel like eating," Irene told her.

"Hey, would you like me take a bath with you?"

"Why not! It might be fun."

Wendy went into the downstairs bathroom and turned on the water in the tub. Then she went back to the playroom where Irene was already undressing. Wendy had expected Irene to be embarrassed about undressing in front of her, but the older girl felt no qualms about showing her naked self to the other girl.

Irene's breasts were full and the nipples tilted up. Maybe in later years her breasts might hang, but for the moment they stood up nicely, with dark brown nipples and almost no aureole whatsoever.

The hair on Irene's pussy was already thick, lush, and curly. She had a better-than-average figure, and her body was firm because of exercises she did in the school gym.

The sight of Irene's cunny made Wendy feel heat in her own pussy. For some unexplainable reason she wanted to press her mouth to Irene's vagina and kiss it. She wanted to prove to herself she was as good as Herb Rheingold. She undressed.

Irene stepped into the hot tub, and she and Wendy sat down and relaxed until the water started cooling off. Then the two stepped out of the bathtub and dried one another off.

The warm bath made Irene a little lethargic. She looked at Wendy as she dried herself off and had to admit Wendy had nice, firm flesh. She also had a nice white skin tone.

After hanging the towels up to dry, Wendy spread clean towels on top of the cedar chest and the two girls lay down together.

"Feeling better, Irene?" Wendy asked.

"Much better," the naked Irene replied, staring up at the ceiling.

"Rest awhile. We can talk, and if you feel like it, you can take a nap."

To Irene, that sounded very good. The crying had left her exhausted. She snuggled against Wendy, feeling the younger girl's arms surround her as her own arms wrapped themselves around Wendy's body. Irene felt the other girl's soft, naked warmth.

"You know, you're really a beautiful girl," Wendy said to her friend, whispering with her young lips against the lobe of Irene's ear.

Wendy reasoned the touch of a tongue must be very sensual no matter where it licked, and lightly touched the rim of her friend's ear. At the same time, remembering how her stepfather had fingered her nipples the previous Tuesday, her hand cupped and squeezed Irene's full, round breast.

"Mmmmm!" Irene responded, not pulling away.

"Rest, relax," Wendy told her.

Irene wondered if it was right to let Wendy do these things. Still, Wendy wasn't a boy, and there was no way her friend might make her pregnant. Besides, all her energy felt sapped from her body, slowing her ability to think clearly. She found herself sighing and snuggling against Wendy as the younger girl decided to become more daring. Lowering her head, Wendy took Irene's nipple between her lips, rolling it over her tongue, repeatedly washing it. Wendy used her tongue like a paintbrush, repeatedly drawing salivary lines around her friend's nipple, then sucking the nipple tautly. Irene trembled at the oral contact, then twitched as she felt fingers sliding over the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. The fingers lightly brushed the still-wet curly hairs ringing her moist pussy.

"Oh, Wendy," she gasped softly as the younger girl's hand closed over her virginal mound and flattened it. The palm began a continuing circular movement, building tantalizations in Irene's body. Without realizing it, the older girl began responding sensually to Wendy's manipulation.

Wendy felt Irene's thighs relax even as the latter's pelvis began undulating up and down, hungering to learn if there was more to this new, wonderful feeling she was experiencing. The younger girl continued sucking her friend's nipple, pulling on it with her lips. The bud seemed to extend more.

Irene looked down, watching Wendy suck her nipple and lick her breast, seeing the way Wendy savored the burning, blood-filled tip. A finger suddenly slipped between the swelling folds of her wet cunt-lips, sliding up and down in the narrow slit, making the area wetter. Irene moaned, "Wendy, is this right…"

"After the bawling-out you got, you need to feel something good," the younger girl whispered. "Honest, Irene. It'll be good. All of it. You'll see. You'll love it. This'll make you forget every reason you have for feeling unhappy. You'll see."

"Uuuuunnnhhh!" the bewitched older girl moaned.

Irene knew this was wrong. Her mother might not have said anything about it, but she'd learned about it in sex-ed, in high school. She felt totally helpless. Wendy's girlish fingers touching her… soft lips and delicate fingertips, that working, squirming tongue… all those overpowered her mind in its present weakened condition. She managed to mumble one more protest, claiming, "It's wrong. It's Lesbian."

"Who cares what it is if it makes you feel good?" Wendy whispered. "You're tight, wound up. Your sweet cunt is on fire. If you leave here and go home, you'll only become more nervous. You're in no shape to face your mother's yelling. I'll take care of you, Irene. I'll sap the pressure out of you. Then, when you go home, let your mother yell all she wants. You'll be so happy, her words won't get through to you. You'll see. I only want what's good for you."

"Oh gosh!" the confused older girl mumbled, still staring at the ceiling.

Somehow it all made sense. There was no question she was all wound up. If she went back home in a little while, feeling tense and nervous, anything her mother did or said would only make her feel worse. What Wendy wanted to do was unnatural, but if it made her feel good, so what? What did it matter whether she was loved by a girl or by a man? Heck! A girl might even be better. Maybe she had Lesbian tendencies, herself. But heck, it was sure her friend, knowing her as she did, was able to make her feel comfortable and relaxed.

"Okay," Irene sighed, almost purring. "Do what you think best."

Wendy smiled to herself, thinking of Irene as her second conquest in the same week. It felt good knowing people of both sexes wanted her.

Irene trembled uncontrollably as Wendy sat up, slid down the length of the cedar chest, and positioned herself between Irene's widespread thighs. The older girl felt Wendy's hands slide, beneath her buttocks and cup them, using her thumbs to spread her sopping, tingling lips wide apart, and then she trembled as Wendy's breath warmly covered the wet opening. Once more using her elbows to prop herself up, Irene stared as Wendy's face dipped lower.

Wendy inhaled the clean, musky scent of her friend's cunt. Wow! This was really something! She felt heat blast through her body. No wonder Herb had been so excited. For the first time, Wendy began wondering whether she had really been the only recipient when Herb had lapped her pussy. She felt burning urges blister through her aching body, and knew she wanted to suck and lick and slurp and eat that dripping, hair-lined gash before her face until the juice no longer ran out.

"Unngghh!" Irene gasped, feeling the magical contact of mouth and tongue on her pink, girlish flesh. She trembled as the glistening tongue-tip licked up and down the flowering slit of her aching vagina, as if seeking out the tasty spots. The tongue washed up and down, licked from side to side, and finally found Irene's delicate clitoris.

Wendy let her lingual digit dance over the extended nubbin again and again as her friend finally lost all control and began furiously bucking her cunt against her face, as she had slammed her own pussy into the face of Herb Rheingold. Irene's hands reached down and gripped Wendy's soft, brown hair, much the, way Wendy's hands had gripped Herb's hair. The idea of Irene reacting exactly as she had reacted with added spice to Wendy's cuntlapping. She was enjoying herself immensely, thrilling to the taste of her friend's pussy. It was a wonderful new experience, and if Irene liked it as much as she liked doing it, this would be the first of many cuntlappings.

Though Irene was sensual enough to enjoy a man as much as a woman, Wendy's tonguing was something she'd never forget. Wendy, being a female, licked more delicately than men would, later on. The flicking of her oral digit seemed better timed at teasing her vibrating clitoris, as well as lapping into her seething hole.

Wendy's mouth, hot, wet, excited, came all the more tightly down on her most sensitive areas, sucking wildly even as her tongue worked like buttery, almost liquid whip against the extension of her ultra-sensitive little clit.

Remembering how much her mother had enjoyed Herb's cock in her anus, Wendy wondered if Irene might enjoy a finger probing into hers. It was worth a try.

Irene felt her friend's forefinger tease her rectal rosebud, and before she realized what had happened, Wendy's finger was sliding into her rectum, lightly rotating as it moved in. There was no pain. Irene was totally relaxed. The older girl groaned with greater passion and let herself completely surrender to everything, scissoring her thighs around the slavering face of the younger girl. And all the while Wendy used her other hand to knead the flesh of Irene's white buttocks.

The sensations were too much for Irene. Before she realized what was really happening, her inner muscles began tightening and spasming. The cords in her belly rippled as a thick outpouring of lubrication charged down the steaming depths of her vaginal interior to splash all over Wendy's face. And Wendy, tasting the fluid, drank thirstily.

"Aaayyyaaaggghhh!" Irene screamed. "Something's happening inside me. Oh gosh! Eeeeyyyyiiiii! Don't stop!"

With her friend writhing, fucking her pelvis wildly against Wendy's face, the younger girl continued drinking the sweet orgasmic juices, pulling them down her throat. She forced Irene's thighs wider apart and back so her kneecaps almost touched her bobbling breasts as she avidly lapped up all of the precious fluid her mouth was able to find. The entire basement room was filled with the rich, heady scent of both shamelessly aroused vaginas, and the wet sounds of licking and sucking seemed to drown out the moans of Irene's rapture.

When it was over, Irene reached down and pulled Wendy up beside her, and to Wendy's surprise, her friend began licking and lapping whatever juices were on her face. Their lips kissed and kissed again and their tongues entwined fervently.

Irene's mind was in turmoil. For a long time she clutched Wendy to her, enjoying the sweet Lesbian embrace. It was all so new, so beautiful, so shockingly delightful to her. And to think it took a girl two years younger than herself to teach it to her!

Deeply, lingeringly, she kissed Wendy's mouth, then said, "I want to do the same thing to you. Please!"

In response, the younger girl sank her fingers into her friend's bubbling pussy, once more parting the sensitive outer lips and pinching the clitoris.

"Ummmmm!" was all Irene was able to gasping when Wendy used her other hand to guide Irene's fingers along her body, between her slender white legs, and up to her own bare pubis. Irene reacted immediately, stroking and caressing the hot, moist sides of Wendy's pussy as if she'd done this a thousand times before. Now it was her turn to slither down, licking Wendy's throat, then letting her tongue ramble across the budding nipples on Wendy's flat chest. Irene pulled Wendy's right nipple between her lips and sucked furiously, enjoying Wendy's automatic caressing of her own body.

"Oooooh!" Wendy sighed. "You sure learn fast. Boy, it feels good, really good!"

Wendy held Irene close to her body, stroking her dark brown hair, and Irene found herself lost again in a maddening reverie, experiencing sensations that she'd had no idea existed. It amazed her that Wendy was the one bringing them out in her.

"Irene," Wendy whispered, "would you like to be fucked?"

"My mother would kill me!" Irene whispered. "I don't dare. Besides, if we do something with one of the boys around here, he'd be sure to tell all the other boys."

"I'm not talking about a boy. I'm talking about getting fucked by a man. And this man not only knows how to keep his mouth shut, but he knows all about precautions. He'd made sure we didn't get pregnant. Hey, we could lose our virginity together. Come on, Irene."

"I… don't know," Irene shuddered.

"I hear it feels even better than what I did with you."

"We'll talk about it later," Irene insisted. "Right now, I want to kiss you down there, like you did with me."

"We can kiss each other," Wendy insisted.

Moving with the agility of a cobra, Wendy turned around so her vagina hovered near Irene's face. Her own eyes stared into the heavenly pink pit she had already licked once that afternoon.

Irene stared up and saw the pink, curly-cued lips of Wendy's vagina. The sight and scent of it made the heavy juices in her body boil even faster. Her nostrils flared repeatedly at the rich scent.

"Start kissing and licking," Wendy told her, at the same time parting her trembling loins. Once again, Wendy's pretty face sank into the swamp of Irene's tender flesh.

Irene hesitated only until Wendy's tongue slashed between her cuntal lips and pressed into her seething, bubbling, anxious hole. Then, with a deep sigh, letting her friend know how much she wanted this, she tugged Wendy's inviting slash onto her wide-open mouth, thrilling to her first taste of the younger girl's membranes. Wendy's thighs opened as wide as possible, making things easy for Irene.

From that point everything was natural. Irene needed neither guidance nor encouragement. Her arms moved outside Wendy's thighs so her fingers were able to better reach the pulsing wet slash of pink richness. With her fingertips, she tugged Wendy's labia wide apart. The searching point of her tongue could delve eagerly into the glistening depths of the younger girl's wet nookie. The, wonderful taste electrified Irene's taste buds, making her suck and lick harder, feeling the same thrilling things being done to her. Irene's tongue sank deeper and deeper as Wendy's vaginal mound bucked up and down, slamming itself into the older girl's hungering mouth. Irene's seeking tongue found the hardened extension of Wendy's clitoris, and remembering how much she enjoyed feeling the other girl's tongue on her own clit, began wildly attacking it. She lapped it repeatedly with her tongue, pressing it back into Wendy's delicate flesh, then she drew the nubbin between her lips, pulling it into her mouth while her tongue whiplashed back and forth. Irene, wanting greater access to her friend's cunt, gripped her inner thighs with her hands and tugged them wide apart, listening to Wendy's heated sighs of delight. The hungering fury of their twin carnal passions totally overcame them, and the licentiously entwined girls began rolling arid thrashing on the cedar chest as more and more wet juice spurted from both their cunts, inundating the room with their aromas. The wet sounds of tongues slushing into cunts echoed and re-echoed throughout the room.

Everything save the sweet pussy she was gobbling became an abstraction to Irene. She shuddered, feeling Wendy's tongue drill into the depths of her cunnus, enhancing the terrible fire continuing to rage within, and all the while she urgently fucked her seething cunt into Wendy's anxious face, thrilling more and more to the way Wendy's tongue reached into her.

Irene was hungry, hungry as she had never been for food. Yes, there was unquestionably some Lesbianism in her, otherwise she wouldn't be so hungry for the sweet, delicious pussy she was gobbling. Her arms wrapped tightly around the base of Wendy's spine, and her tongue worked around and around the heated depths of Wendy's feminine sanctum, slipping out only to lap at the girl's quivering clitoris. Her teeth even bit into the reddened flesh of Wendy's inner labia, and it took all her willpower to restrain from actually chewing on the flesh.

Her own cunt felt flickering flames build even faster this time. Having learned how to achieve orgasm, she found it a simple thing to do, and was ready for her next one.

It seemed but a few minutes before the tide of wanton lust totally overwhelmed the two of them. Even as Irene felt her loins quiver and quake, her mouth opened and shouted a loud, "Eeeyyyaaaaaaaggghhh!" into the broiling depths of Wendy's cunt.

Wendy reached her own apex, screaming "Hhhhhaaaannnogghhh!" making her own vagina quiver even more. Hot, delicious secretions drenched Irene's face, and she eagerly drank it all down, swallowing, licking, slurping.

Exhausted, satiated, the two girls lay naked together, letting their fiery passions totally subside.

"How about it?" Wendy asked. "Want to come with me tomorrow?"

"To be fucked?" Irene asked.

"Uhhuh!"

"Okay," Irene agreed, determined her life was her own, to enjoy as she best saw fit.