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Susan’s Teen Lust Satisfied

By: Roxanne Appleby



Revised Edition

Susan Smith is a very wealthy person whose greatest thrill in life is to introduce innocent young women who happen to be looking for adventure to the joys of lesbian sex. Because she is an investor in a movie studio that specializes in high quality lesbian pornography, Susan has ready access to willing candidates for her unique form of personal entertainment. This "entertainment" happens in carefully paced, gentle seductions in Susan's secluded mansion, where young women who have never known the touch of another female are brought slowly to the point of begging for lesbian sex. Given that she is rich, beautiful, sexy, smart, charming and actually quite sweet despite her depraved activities, Susan's "victims" are always delighted by the experience. 

This is a long story about one of those seductions. It involves two young women, Jean and Sophie, age 18 and 19.

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INTRODUCTION: MEET SUSAN SMITH; JEAN AND SOPHIE LEARN WHAT'S EXPECTED; JEAN IS STRIPPED AND "INSPECTED"

Susan Smith is a 28 year-old lesbian. Her greatest thrill is to have sex with young women who though willing are "virgins" to girl-girl sex. She has established a lifestyle that enables her to regularly enjoy this thrill in a way that is not destructive. She worries about her unusual taste, but is resigned to the reality that nothing turns her on more than watching the transition as the embarrassed reluctance felt by a nubile young woman who is having her own sex tasted by another woman for the first time is gradually transmuted into eager lust under the skilful ministrations of an experienced lesbian. An experienced lesbian like Susan Smith, that is. 

An only child, Susan inherited a fortune when her parents were killed in a car wreck when she was just 12. Between that time and when she went off to college she had lived with her dad's single brother Henry, her closest living relative. Susan suspected he was gay, but despite sharing a house their lives intersected very little. They had a cordial relationship but not a close one. Henry was also wealthy, and was constantly away on business travel for long periods, so Susan grew used to living alone, and became quire self sufficient at an early age. She wasn't really a "loner" - she made friends easily and was relatively popular in high school - but she was highly self contained. She enjoyed socializing with other people, but didn't need them. 

It was in 7th grade that Susan began to discover her sexual preference. The other girls at the private school she attended talked about boys all the time, and about their initial forays into the realm of sexual relations – make-out sessions, getting "felt up," and the related low level physical contacts of junior high school. Susan found the discussions somewhere between boring and repulsive. At the same time she found herself fascinated by the developing young bodies of her classmates, especially in the showers after gym class. 

She was especially excited by the embarrassment of the more timid girls. The first time she acted on these feelings was when she was 14, while playing hide-and-seek at the home of a classmate who had a sister a couple years younger. The sister also had some friends over, and while Susan and her classmates were a bit old for the childish game, they joined in the fun. At one point Susan found herself hiding behind some heavy drapes with Judy, a shy girl about a year younger than herself. The game had become lively and all the girls were in an excited state. Judy was standing if front of Susan, and Susan reached her arms around the girl, pulling her close in a protective fashion. In doing so she "copped a feel" of the pubescent girl's budding breasts, and found the forbidden touch so thrilling that she actually felt faint for a moment. The moment quickly passed but Susan did not forget what she had done, and resolved to have more. She never sought an opportunity to pursue her newfound lust with Judy – their coming together that one time was just a fluke - and a long time actually passed before Susan was finally able to create an opportunity to taste the forbidden fruits of lesbian sex.

Susan was good looking. By the time she turned 16 she reached her full height of 5'8", had very ample but not huge breasts, light brown hair that she wore shoulder length, and a pretty face. She had a healthy "California girl" look to her. A star tennis player and socially popular at school, Susan was considered a member of the "in crowd," even though she was not hugely sociable. Her slight aloofness gave her a certain mystique. 

When she befriended Becky, who was also shy and timid like Judy, the girl responded strongly to what she perceived as flattering attention from a member of higher "caste" in the high school popularity pecking order. Before long Susan was hosting Becky for sleepovers in the luxurious house she shared with uncle Henry, and the result was inevitable: Susan had her first taste of girl-girl sex, and the rest, as they say, is history. But that is another (and delicious) story, to be told at a different time.

Susan attended college at one of the more prestigious state universities in Southern California. At uncle Henry's suggestion she studied finance, the better to manage the fortune she had inherited. She was smart, and academic success came without much effort. While she had been a competitive athlete in high school tennis, she wasn't sufficiently interested to commit the time needed to participate at the college level. In her freshman year she lived in an all girls dorm, but was bored by the cattiness of many of her hall mates, and the constant chatter about boys, dating, and "hooking up." So Susan was somewhat isolated. As a result of all these factors, Susan had plenty of time on her hands during college, and chose to use it to experiment with various lifestyles.

She moved into an apartment in her sophomore year, and began tasting life on the "dark side" by hanging out with a group of "townies" who were into the "Goth" thing. One weekend she and some of the group found themselves at a party attended by people involved in the video porn industry, the center of which was located in a community not far away. It was there that she met Jinna, a videographer who worked for one of the mainstream porn studios. They struck up a friendship, and Susan learned that the young woman had ambitions of someday starting her own studio, which would exclusively make high-quality all-girl films. Jinna was still learning her craft, and learning the ropes of the industry, so was in no position to make it happen at the time, and had no idea how she would ever finance such a venture when the time was right. But that was her dream. 

Susan was fascinated. She and Jinna stayed in loose contact. Susan eventually grew out of her "Goth" phase, and moved back into the more genteel social setting of college life. Jinna grew more experienced and accomplished in her field, and never lost her ambition. 

When Susan graduated from college she moved into her own home, and concentrated on managing and increasing the fortune she had inherited, some $150 million. She was proud of the fact that by the time she was 28 years old she had increased that amount to more than $250 million through careful investment in select business start-ups and real estate development projects. 

One of her smaller investments was less conventional. She had bankrolled the all-girl porn studio Jinna had dreamed of. As a result Susan Smith, lesbian, became the "angel" investor for Lez! Productions. She was strictly a silent partner and had absolutely no role in the operations of Jinna's enterprise, but she did appreciate the product, which was lesbian pornography that eschewed the crass conventions of the mainstream, especially the extreme objectification of women that Jinna and Susan both despised. They were outraged by the manic, almost robotic "sex machine" behavior that the actresses in those films were required to portray

Instead, Jinna made films in which the actresses interacted in recognizably human ways. They featured 'natural'-appearing women – not silicone-stuffed barbie-dolls dressed up like Mustang Ranch prostitutes - having explicit sex with plenty of sensual elements, including plausible portrayals of emotion, intimacy, build-up, kissing and foreplay.

Indeed, her enterprise developed a reputation for quality, and carved out a niche for itself in the marketplace. As a result the studio attracted its share of young women who thought they wanted to be "porn stars." Usually this was good for business, because Jinna was skilled at utilizing this fresh talent to make tasteful yet very hot films. Her goal was to create a product that the actresses would not have to be ashamed of later in their lives. 

Not infrequently, Jinna had girls come to her that she just knew should not get involved in this industry. Usually these young women were characterized by a woeful combination of economic hard luck stories, emotional deprivation, and a misguided attraction to what they perceived to be a glamorous career. That combination was actually typical in the industry, but in some instances a girl possessed a certain innocence or tenderness that Jinna just knew would be crushed by the high pressure realities of even a quality studio like her own. That is where Susan came in. 

Jinna knew that if she just said "no" to these girls many would go to a less humane producer and get even more crushed. The young women needed help in their lives, and usually were looking for some "illicit" excitement as well. Fortunately for her, and even more so for these girls, her friend and financial "angel" Susan provided the perfect solution, because the wealthy woman was ready, willing an able to provide both the sexual thrills and a "leg up" in life that these young women desperately needed.

The "thrills" part of course meant lesbian sex. As mentioned, Susan had her own "issues" with matters of human intimacy. Specifically, she found her greatest thrill in having sex with attractive young women who had never felt the touch of another woman's lips on their fresh young bodies. Susan realized she was very weird in this regard, to say the least. Depraved, even. Paradoxically, she was a very moral person, and would never consider engaging in any form of exploitation to fulfull her fantasies. 

Susan's sexual history was a product of this unusual preference. She had had many female lovers in college and in the years since, but never a steady and deep relationship. Also, most of the girls and women Susan took to bed had something in common: They were timid and young looking. Susan liked to dominate and cow her lovers. She recognized that her tastes in this regard had been there all along, beginning with "copping a feel" during that childish hide-and-seek game years ago, and her subsequent seduction of her timid classmate Becky. 

So, she and Jinna had made an arrangement that created a win-win situation all around. When the film producer came upon a girl who just was not ready or right for a career in the porn industry, but who would refuse to take "no" for an answer, and and would quietly return home before she had experienced a taste of – something, Jinna sent the young woman to Susan. Actually, Jinna would usually send two young women, which contributed to the thrill for all concerned. She encountered such cases at least once a month, and could easily keep one girl on the hook for a few weeks until a second candidate appeared. Then she would introduce them to Susan. Who would introduce the girls to lesbian sex in what usually turned out to be multi-day trysts in her luxurious mansion. 

Today was one of the days when the wealthy woman and two younger girls would begin such an experience. Sitting in her living room, Susan saw Jinna's studio work van enter the winding driveway of her estate, and headed out to greet her. Jinna stepped down from the driver's seat, and the two friends gave each other a hug. Then the back door of the vehicle opened and two nervous looking young women climbed out. 

One had long, straight dark hair. Susan knew she was 19, but the girl had a fresh-faced innocence that made her look younger. Susan could immediately see why Jinna judged the girl to be too tender for the porn business. Her body was fleshy and rounded, almost a little chubby, but at her age it was more like baby fat than obesity. She was about 5'6', had very large breasts, but not freakishly so, more like the lower-end of D-cup range. Her buttocks were perfectly rounded and protruded pertly. She was very pretty, with vaguely eastern European features – the slightest slant to her eyes. She also had that kind of heart-stopping sweetness or cuteness that adolescent girls sometimes exhibited. Her skin was pale and untanned. Susan was thrilled – this gorgeous creature was exactly the type she craved, and if things went well would be hers for the next several days!

Susan turned her attention to the other young woman, who she knew was just 18. Very unlike the first, this girl was a trim and athletic-looking blonde. Her hair was cut short, she had small breasts, strong legs and a tight ass. This girl also looked nervous, but had a bold "go to hell" spark to her expression as well. Jinna had explained to Susan earlier that despite this quality she just felt the girl was too young for the business. 

Susan led all three visitors into a cozy den on the lower level of the house. Jinna came in to make introductions and get the girls settled, but had to get back to the studio, and made her excuses after just a few minutes. She gave each of the other women a quick hug and told them to be good and have fun. Susan saw her friend to the door, waved, and then the film producer was gone - leaving her alone in the luxurious house with two beautiful young women who combined tender innocence with a demand for excitement. Sexual excitement. At the thought Susan felt her knees grow a little weak, her stomach do a little flip, and her pussy start to get wet. Yes! This is what she lived for – introducing fresh young girls who had never tasted another woman's pussy to the pleasures of lesbian sex! Despite their imagined ambitions of entering the porn business, she knew they would be reluctant at first, but she was confident that her considerable skills would have the girls begging for it before long. But . . . first things first. None of that was guaranteed – yet.

Susan returned to the girls, asked if they wanted something to drink, and got them each a glass of bottled lemonade from a small bar in the den. Then she sat and did best to get to know the young women and make them comfortable. "Tell me about yourselves," she asked. Jinna had given her brief biographical sketches, but gradually she drew out the details, beginning with the little blonde, whose name was Jean, and who was quite outgoing and spunky. The full-bodied dark-haired girl was named Sophie, and she was shy and timid. Susan used her charm and social skills to make the girls feel at home, and they gradually began to relax and enjoy the company of this mysterious and attractive young woman, who from their youthful vantage point actually seemed much older and infinitely more sophisticated. 

Their stories had a familiar ring to them – the porn industry seemed to attract fish from the same waters. Both girls came from broken homes, living with single mothers who didn't have much time or resources for their daughters, either financially or emotionally. It was a class somewhere between "trailer trash" and "welfare queens." Both still lived at home, where the lack of emotional engagement and supervision explained how they were able to take off for days at a time without setting off alarms. As always Susan found such stories rather depressing, and her heart went out to the girls. She was glad to be in a position to give the young women a better chance in life than what they might otherwise expect. But that would come later.

Although Jinna had filled her in on this aspect as well, Susan inquired about the girls' sexual histories. Jean told a sad story of how at the tender age of 13 she had been raped by a boyfriend of her worthless mother. Since then she had also had sex with several older boys from her high school, but had found none of them satisfying. They were just in it for their own pleasure, and didn't care if the girl enjoyed it or not. Jean was not impressed by her experiences with heterosexual sex so far. 

The slightly older but less mature Sophie had not experienced similar brutality, but neither had she received any joy from her sexuality. She had been to bed with a few men, and not surprisingly given her age and social milieu, they just used her without regard to her needs or desires. 

They talked more, Susan poured on the charm, and the two girls responded. Mostly they responded to the flattering attention the sophisticated young woman offered. Coming from backgrounds in which they were either snarled at at home or patronized in school, it was not surprising that being treated like a fully competent and worthwhile human being by someone who was genuinely interested had a certain effect. Before long the three females were conversing intimately, sharing jokes, and feeling comfortable. Susan knew it was time to begin the festivities. 

"Tell me – have either of you ever had any kind of sexual experience with another woman?" She knew from Jinna that the answer was no, but the next few steps of the "process" were all part of the illicit thrill that Susan guiltily extracted from these exchanges. The girls looked embarrassed, and both shook their heads. "However, you would not have showed up at Lez! Productions if you were not willing, or at least curious in that regard, correct?" Both nodded nervously. "For various reasons, Jinna does not believe that you are ready or right for a career in the porn industry. You disagree, correct?" Again, both girls nodded nervously. "And in addition, you don't know what else to do with your lives, right?" More nods. 

"Well, we are going to deal with that last issue before we part, and I think you will be very happy at the results. But first - today your curiosity about sex with another woman – with a stranger no less - shall be satisfied! You look shocked? What do you think happens at Lez! Productions? Well, maybe your reaction suggests that Jinna is right and you are not ready for such a career. However, let me tell you why you are here, and what we will do," Susan began. 

"Consider this a 'halfway house' on the road to lesbian porn. Or maybe a starting point on the road to a life better than that one, but again we will deal with that later. I am a lesbian, and my peculiar preference is to make passionate love to innocent young women like yourselves. You are curious, or desperate, or for some other reason have expressed a willingness to participate in such activities. 

"In the hours and days ahead I want to make love to you both, and you to me. I want to fuck you!"

At first, both girls looked as if they had been slapped. Having the program laid out in such explicit and unforgiving terms was a shock. However, neither girl was a complete naïf; after all, they had considered themselves ready to make porn films. Also, for all her direct talk, Susan was not really a scary person at all, and her sweetness shown through even when she was announcing her intentions in such uncompromising terms. And - both young women also felt a thrill at the idea of tasting such forbidden fruit, which was part of what had brought them here in the first place. So after the first shock passed, the two looked at each other, and at Susan, and gave kind of a nervous giggle.

Susan sat back and soaked in the initial nervousness and embarrassment of the pair. The girls' intuition was right, though – she was not cruel, and so she felt a bit relieved when their little giggle showed that they saw through the tough-guy act. However, part of Susan's pleasure in these exchanges did involve pushing girls like these right to edge of their comfort zones. She loved the embarrassment and hesitancy that accompanied an adolescent girl's first experience of homosexual love, but in the final analysis she could never bring herself to engage in anything less than fully consensual sex. Her next words made that clear, and removed any hint of coercion from the interaction she had just described.


Susan’s Teen Lust Satisfied



"Here is what we're going to do: Play a little game. You will be the porn actresses. I will be the director – and one of the actresses also. You think you are ready for 'the industry'? We will find out. Except let me share with you something I have learned from Jinna: In most studios they have ways of bringing along young girls step by step so you don't quite realize what is happening until one day you wake up and realize that you have sold your soul. That will not happen here. Anytime you want to end the 'game,' that's it – it's over. In addition, if you make that choice I will still help you out in life in ways that I know Jinna hinted at, but we will get into later. However - if that is the only thing you really want you don't have to feel like you have to pay for it with your bodies – or your souls.

"Alright, let me share a little secret: There's nothing rough or unpleasant about what I have in mind. I know you're nervous and embarrassed right now, but that will wear off. The experience will be slow and sensual and possibly the most erotic one you will ever know. By the time you leave here, you'll be wishing you could stay.

"So – there it is. It's your choice. You think you want a taste of porn experience? Here's your chance. If you change your mind – I hope you don't, because I think you are both darling and I do have my own selfish desires – for you the game ends. It will be easier if you choose now, but you can change your mind later, also. Let me tell you, my lovemaking is gentle, but in the 'game' the part I play is pretty rough. I gave you a little taste of that just a minute ago, so you will know what I mean. I will lay some hard psychological blows on you in the next few hours, but nothing compared to what you would experience in 'the industry.' Part of the reason I play rough at first is so that you will understand that. Don't worry, though – if you stick that part out the actual sex will be gentle and sensuous. I will now give you a few minutes to think about it." 

Susan left the room, but did not go far. She hated this part – the suspense. But her own sense of honesty and justice demanded that she give the girls both a fully informed and unforced choice, and the "space" to make it. She gave them about five minutes, then reentered the room. She could tell immediately from their manner what the answer was, and her knees again grew weak with excitement. Yes! 

"You have decided?" Both girls nodded. "I think I can tell – you want to do it?" Again, two heads nodded nervously. Jean had a gleam in her eye like she couldn't wait. Sophie gulped, but held firm. 

"Very well. Let the games begin! Now, have either of you ever seen a naked lesbian?" The girls were silent, but their eyes answered for them: No. 

"You will see a naked lesbian right now." With that, Susan stood up and kicked off her sandals. She slipped the elegantly casual jacket off her shoulders, and took the time to hang it up on a coat rack. Next she reached down and swiftly pulled the sleek turtleneck sweater over her head, tossing it onto a chair. Without hesitation Susan reached behind her back and undid the clasp of the brassiere that was the only remaining article of clothing above her waist. She tossed the bra onto the same chair, and stood proudly showing off her now naked breasts to the young girls. 

Susan loved her tits. They were medium-large, big enough to excite lust but not so big as to make physical activity awkward. She loved her nipples best of all. They were pink and "puffy," like those of a very young girl whose body was just beginning the change. Soft pink areolae, also of medium size, surrounded the smallish nubs at the center. Every time she looked at herself Susan was so happy that she had a pair of breasts that turned her on. 

She let the teenagers get a good look, then resumed her strip tease. So far there hadn't been much tease – Susan was "going for the gold." She dropped the stylish medium length wool skirt, but then did pause before removing her panties. 

Putting on the "tough guy" act once again, in a sultry "home hither" voice, Susan cooed, "Now you will see your first naked lesbian cunt." At this point she did slip into a tease mode, slowly tugging at the waist of her panties, wriggling her ass from side-to-side as she slipped the diaphanous garment past the neatly trimmed hair above her pudenda, over the swell of her womanly hips, down her well toned ass, across her firm thighs. She let them drop away. 

She turned and showed off a firm ass she was proud of, given the rigorous exercise regime required to keep it worthy of admiration. She bent over a bit and spread the cheeks, giving the young girls a peak at her tight asshole. Susan was deliberately piling on the shock treatment. In this she had to force herself a bit, because here natural tendency was to be free and easy and loving. But there was a method to her madness in this. 

Next, she hitched her naked rear end up on to a desktop, spread her legs, and pulled her pussy lips apart. "Behold, lesbian cunt," Susan again cooed, and played with herself for a full minute, dipping a finger into her hole, then rubbing the oozing girl juice up and down the sensitive inner lips. She moved up to the clit, and gave it a quick massage. 

Throughout this lewd display Susan had never taken her eyes from those of two young girls, first one, then the other, then back to the first, enjoying the mixture of embarrassment and excitement they felt. While she was smearing pussy juice around her nether lips, Susan slipped her tongue out and licked the lips of her mouth, wetting them as part of the display. At the end of her brief clit massage Susan brought her pussy-juice covered fingers up to her mouth and licked them clean. 

"Now you have seen a naked lesbian masturbate herself. You will see and do and feel much more as we go forward. Come here!" This to Jean, who had been speechless during the performance. The girl was startled by the order and the change of pace, but stood and hesitantly stepped forward, acutely aware of the nakedness of the mature woman in of her.

Susan still sat on the desk with her legs spread and her pussy exposed. When Jean came close enough the older woman reached out and grabbed her shoulders, roughly pulling the teen into an embrace, and before the adolescent could react, covering the girl's mouth with her own in a wet lesbian kiss. Susan's tongue insistently forced its way through the teen's lips, and she explored the sweet mouth within, still tasting pleasantly of the lemon drink she had served a short time before (proper planning, that). The spirited Jean froze for an instant, but then tentatively returned the kiss. She had to admit - it felt nice, and was definitely sexy.

After drinking her fill of the tender young mouth and lips Susan released the girl and wagged her finger beckoningly to Sophie. Sophie also hesitated, and approached with trepidation. Susan repeated the same sequence of actions, pulling the girl into her arms and covering the young mouth with her own. Susan also reached her nude legs around Sophie and pulled her even closer. She again drove her tongue into a teenager's mouth. Sophie was hugely nervous, but also felt her knees grow weak excitement. She was surprised that this frightening woman's importunate actions would give her such a thrill, but could not deny that this is what she felt. Susan explored the teen's mouth for a few moments, then broke off and stood. 

"You girls have entirely too much clothes on, and after riding in that studio van you don't smell too good, either. Time to get cleaned up – and naked." Susan led the girls back into the hallway, and along it a huge bathroom suite, which was equipped with a hot tub and omni directional shower stall large enough for several bodies at once.

"You first," Susan said to Jean. "Strip!" As she spoke she took Sophie's hand and sat with her on a comfortable sofa positioned close to and facing the large shower stall, which was enclosed by clear glass. Sophie was acutely aware of the nakedness of this frightening yet exciting woman right next to her, but she had made her choice and resolved to stick to it.

Jean's face turned red, but she could not deny that there was something immeasurably exciting about what was happening. Being ordered around by this beautiful naked lesbian somehow added to that. Resolutely, she proceeded to remove her clothing in full view of the other two females. 

Susan found herself a bit breathless with her own excitement as the girl began to undress, and felt her juices begin to flow even faster. They had been flowing ever since the two young girls exited from the van, increasing as she exposed her nakedness to the sweet young things, and introduced them to their first lesbian kisses. Susan was on a constant high of sexual excitement now, and would remain so until her lesbian defloweration of the tender young teenagers was consummated. This is what she lived for! But that final act was still hours away, and meanwhile she soaked up every embarrassed wince and wriggle as the clothing began to come off tight young Jean.

After kicking off her tennis shoes Jean began by unbuttoning her beige button-down blouse. She started at the top, and her fingers fumbled upon reaching the critical point where her cleavage and the brassiere holding her small young tits was revealed. She pressed on, revealing her flat stomach, then pulling the tail from the her blue jeans and removing the blouse. Next, she undid the top button of the jeans and unzipped them. She carefully wriggled the tight pants off of her boyish hips so as to avoid tugging the pink cotton panties now revealed, and then tugged the denims down her athletic, tanned legs. 

As the young flesh was revealed inch by inch Susan's hand tightened on that of the girl sitting beside her. She inwardly smiled at Jean's care in not tugging her panties down – futile care, because those would be coming off also in just another moment! 

Jean next reached down and removed a pair of short athletic socks, leaving her standing in just the bra and panties. "Nothing left to delay the action with," Susan thought, as the slim young teenager hesitated, coming to the same realization. Jean reached behind her back and undid the clasp of bra. The elastic material sprang forward, and then the girl slipped the straps off of her shoulders, revealing the slight young B-cups to the two watching females. Susan licked her dry lips with a tongue that was itself dry with excitement. 

Sophie's nervousness and embarrassment increased as the small breasts of her mate came free of the bra, knowing that her turn would be next. Susan noticed, and she tried to both reassure the girl, and also stoke the guilty excitement that she knew the teen was feeling. 

"Look at them, Sophie. Jean's are small and firm, and beautiful. Very different from yours or mine. Every woman's body is different. Isn't that wonderful? Aren't you curious?"

Jean came to a stop at this point, and looked Susan in the eyes. Susan simply nodded, unable to speak any further just then. The girl's face red with her own embarrassment, and yet trembling with excitement as well, Jean reached down and tugged the elastic waist band of her cotton panties away from and down her narrow hips, at which point the garment fell to the floor. She stepped out of the panties and stood completely nude. 

This silent tableau held for a moment, as Susan drank in the girl's nakedness. The small teenager was fit and tanned, clearly in the peak of youthful vigor. Her pubic mound was covered in soft downy fur that matched the short blonde hair on her head. The outer labia were easily visible, but nothing more as the girl kept her legs tightly together. Her small breasts were crowned with medium-sized, cone-shaped nipples, like little funnels rising steeply from low ivory mounds. 

Breathless at this vision of innocent beauty exposed, Susan made a twirling motion with her finger, and Jean turned herself around, exposing the rest of her nakedness. Her ass was small and tight, with barely any visible dimple at the junction of the cheeks and upper thighs. 

After drinking in her fill for a long moment Susan gave a little clap and exclaimed, "Bravo! Now into the shower with you." She stood and reached into the stall, turning on the water and adjusting the complicated temperature control for the girl. "How's that?" she asked. Jean carefully reached her hand into the chamber, acutely aware of her and Susan's mutual nakedness. She felt the water, nodded, then stepped in after Susan had returned to the couch. 

"Now I want your to scrub every inch, front and back, inside and out. Keep the part you are scrubbing toward Sophie and me – we don't want to miss anything," Susan instructed. She looked at Sophie, who looked quite ready to miss everything, but said nothing. Susan gave the girl's hand a soft pat, then sat back to watch as Jean began to soap up and wash. When the adolescent barely touched her private parts, Susan spoke up:

"Wait a minute, dear. Give that pussy a good wash. Reach up inside, too. When Sophie and I put our mouths on that sweet young cunt we want it to be fresh and clean." 

Although she had already told them what was going to happen in the coming hours both young girls still flinched at Susan's unrelentingly explicit references to the approaching lesbian sex session. Jean complied, though, and in a moment was massaging a thick foam of soapy bubbles over her genital area. 

"Get the rear, too. Sometimes I like to give a poke there, too," Susan rudely announced, piling on the embarrassment for the two teens. 

When Jean had scrubbed and rinsed completely, Susan signaled for her to come out, and handed the girl an oversized, fluffy towel. The fresh soapy girl smell was pure heaven to Susan, but she resisted the urge to paw at the nubile teen's clean flesh. Susan's method was to milk the initiation of her teenaged companions into the sisterhood of lesbian lust for every depraved thrill it had to offer, and that required pacing events one step at a time. The next step was "the inspection." 

After Jean had completely dried herself, Susan tossed the towel into a bin. "OK, now that you're all clean, would you like to show us what you've got?" Susan asked.

Jean looked confused, but then thought to herself, "what the hell, let's go for it!" 

The girl smiled nervously and said, "What do I do?"

"That's a girl," Susan responded brightly, and directed her to hop up and seat herself on a counter to one side of the couch. Susan sat herself and Sophie on the arm of the couch, their faces less than a foot from the tight young teen's nakedness. She began an inch-by-inch inspection of the girl's nude body. For the first time she allowed herself to touch, cupping the small breasts, lightly pinching the nipples, leaning in close and breathing the girl's scent. She stroked Jean's cheek, and gave her a brief kiss on the lips. Then it was on to more intimate areas. 

"Spread your legs," Susan ordered, and the girl complied. "Slide forward, and put your feet up on the couch," the instructions continued. Jean was found herself in a completely exposed position with her legs spread wide, her feet planted on either side of the other two females, whose faces were just inches from her most private parts. Her embarrassment reached new heights and for an instant her resolve weakened at this wide-open exposure, but the extreme vulnerability excited her, also. 

Susan leaned her head forward and breathed the aroma of the young teen's scraggly bush. Notwithstanding the scrubbing and the soap smell, the hint of cunt aroma never quite went away. 

"Smell it, Sophie," Susan said. Sophie did so only hesitantly; she lacked the spunkiness of Jean. Susan noticed, and relented. She didn't want to push too hard. She did enjoy the embarrassment of young teen girls exposing themselves as part of their initiation, but, paradoxically, she wanted the experience to be a positive one. 

"I know you're embarrassed and nervous, sweetie. But you'll get over that, and realize that your embarrassment just adds to the excitement you will eventually feel. Take a deep breath and relax. We're going to take things very slow, and have fun. OK?" 

Sophie nodded and smiled feebly. She was only slightly reassured, because despite her resolution she wasn't nearly as comfortable with the situation as Jean, but she wanted to believe that what Susan said was true.

Susan paused and let there be silence for a moment. "Ready?" she asked. "OK, now lean forward and watch closely. Are you OK up there?" Susan looked up to Jean, who was very embarrassed, but definitely excited, too, poised as she was with her naked pussy spread wide just inches away from the face of this dominant lesbian. She looked to the trembling Sophie, and also now felt a little streak of superiority, recognizing her own strength in contrast to the other girl's softness. Jean again sucked up her courage, smiling hesitantly and nodding. 

"OK, Sophie, lets see what another girl's pussy looks like, up close and personal. See, these are the outer lips . . ." With that Susan reached a finger forward and lightly stroked Jean's labia, causing the blonde to gasp and involuntarily finch. Susan paused, letting the girl settle back down before proceeding. Then, Susan reached into the pretty little pussy with her other hand and gently spread the lips, exposing more of the delicate vulva. 

Jean's sex was compact and heart shaped, rather than elongated. The flesh was light pink, in keeping with the girl's fair skin and blondeness. Susan prodded the vaginal opening lightly with one finger, then put the finger in her mouth, tasting the dew. She reached back with the saliva-wet finger, and slid it up the outer lips to the girls clit, which she gave just the softest tap. "This is a clit, Sophie," Susan was almost whispering now. Jean shivered at the contact, and felt her growing excitement take another small step forward. 

"You have a gorgeous young pussy, my dear. You should be delighted – I am. OK, Jean, hop down and turn around. Lean over the counter, and let us see your backside." The girl did so, exposing her ass to the other females. Susan cupped the cheeks in both hands, and lightly prodded a finger at the surface of the pinkish-brown sphincter. Jean gasped and squeezed her cheeks involuntarily at the touch, but before she could react further Susan was reaching between her legs, cupping the genital area from the backside. 

Susan stood and reached her arms around Jean's torso, also cupping the breasts and bringing the girl back up into an erect standing posture. Unable to hold back, Susan leaned into Jean's neck and softly nuzzled it, while her hands gently kneaded the teenager's exquisitely soft tit flesh, her own breasts pressing into the youngster's back. She forced herself to step back after a moment, though, exercising the discipline that would keep these delicious preliminaries going for as long as possible. 

"Very good, Jean. Lovely, thank you dear. You are very beautiful, and sexy. Now . . . who's next?" 

SOPHIE IS STRIPPED; THE GIRLS WATCH JINNA'S VIDEOS

Jean and Susan both looked at Sophie, who looked away. "Come here, Jean," Susan said, leading the naked teen around to the seat on the couch that Sophie had occupied, and resuming her own seat. Sophie had stood up from her perch on the couch armrest, but not moved otherwise. 

"Come on, dear. Come around in front of us here." Sophie's heart was pounding as she stepped into position in front of the couch. She didn't move any further, just kept standing there, her eyes closed. It all seemed a bit unreal to her now. What shocked her most of all, though, was that, on top of her extreme nervousness and embarrassment, she actually found herself looking forward to her turn as the center of attention. Susan let the delicious moment draw out: One naked teenager on the couch beside her, another poised to join their nakedness, but hesitating. "OK, now. Strip, Sophie," 




Susan’s Teen Lust Satisfied



Slowly, Sophie reached up and unbuttoned the neck of the golf-type blouse she was wearing. She tugged it from the waist band of her tight corduroy trousers and paused again before pulling the shirt over the top of her head, then dropping it on top of the pile of clothing left by Jean. Next, she removed her sneakers, and then unzipped the red corduroys that hugged her well rounded hips. She struggled to slide these over those ample hips and that pneumatic rear end because, like Jean before her, Sophie was trying to avoid tugging her translucent panties down at the same time.

Susan found her mouth going dry, again. The fleshy young teen had kept her head averted as she exposed the soft white skin of her torso and rounded legs. A filmy bra barely contained the girl's soft D-cup breasts, large brownish nipples easily visible behind the translucent material. Sophie paused again, then reached between her breasts to undo the bra clasp in front. As soon as she did so the garment fell, revealing magnificent nubile tits to the eager view of the older woman, and the curious gaze of the other teen. The suddenness of her toplessness seemed to startle Sophie, and she involuntarily reached her arms abound herself, covering up the precious melons. 

Once again, Susan drank in every embarrassed hesitation and jiggle. The girl stood there in just a pair of silky panties that did little to hide the dark bush beneath, her arms crossed over her large breasts, her head tilted to the side, eyed downcast. 

Susan nodded in encouragement, and Sophie slowly lowered her arms, bringing her hands to the waste band of the thin panties. Unlike tight little Jean, Sophie's hips were full and womanly, and her buttocks protruded pronouncedly. Susan guessed that the girl's life would be characterized by a battle of the bulge, which given her social background she would probably lose. But at this moment of barely mature nubility, she was perfect – firm where she was supposed to be firm, fleshy and soft where that was appropriate. 

Because of her rounder shape Sophie had to wriggle her hips a good deal to maneuver the panties over her hips. This set up a series of flesh quakes that rippled through her ample breasts, which were softly marbled, with light bluish veins barely visible beneath the translucent skin. Sophie's areolae were large to match her big tits, and darker than those of the other two females. They were the kind of nipples that did not protrude very much above the underlying tit flesh. The central nipple nubs were also on the large size for such a young girl, and as she grew into full womanhood would eventually protrude enough to hang Christmas tree ornaments from, but in this season of youth they were still soft and delicate. 

After a brief struggle the panties came off the girl's hips, exposing a matt of dark curls in front, and a perfectly rounded, firm yet generous ass behind. Susan whispered a silent prayer of thanks – this was exactly the type of fleshy, shy, embarrassed teenaged girl that most of her fantasies revolved around. Fucking Jean would be good bouncy fun; making love to Sophie would be exquisite eroticism, a dream come true, too exciting for words. 

Again, Susan let the moment linger, drinking in the sight of the fully naked teen, savoring the embarrassment and shame of the nubile adolescent female forced to expose her womanly charms to the lustful gaze of this wanton lesbian. 

"Oh, my," Susan squeaked, and had to clear her throat. "OK, into the shower with you. Again Susan stood and adjusted the water temperature. Sophie's nervousness increased with the proximity of the naked lesbian to her equally naked self, and Susan gave in to temptation. She gently pulled the shorter girl into an embrace, bending her knees to bring breast into contact with breast, and reaching behind to squeeze the perfect young ass, again bringing her mouth to that of the young woman and again invading it with her tongue, this time lovingly, rather than roughly. Sophie almost fainted with embarrassment at the illicit touch. Then Susan quickly forced herself to pull away. She did not want to rush things. 

"In you go," she directed, and resumed her seat next to the other naked teenager as Sophie entered the shower stall and stepped under the water stream. 

Susan directed her attention back to Jean for a moment. "You definitely seem to be getting into the spirit of things here," she said, smiling warmly as she did so. Jean nervously returned the smile. Indeed, she HAD enjoyed watching the slightly older but less mature Sophie strip. She WAS very curious, and felt stirrings of lesbian sexual excitement. Both women returned their focus to the shower scene underway before them. As Jean had done, Sophie scrubbed her body from head to toe, including shampoo. She didn't invite directions by skimping on the crotch area, sudsing it thoroughly and dutifully reaching within to complete the task. When she was finished Susan greeted her exit from the stall with the oversized towel as she had done for Jean, except this time she herself wrapped the freshly scrubbed voluptuous teen protectively within the soft white folds of cotton. 

Susan dried the girl completely, gently patting the moisture from that miraculous ass, reaching between her legs from the rear with the towel, and softly pressing the material into the slightly bulging pudenda. She sat Sophie on the couch and stepped behind her with the towel, taking several minutes to thoroughly dry the girl's long dark hair, then several more minutes to carefully brush it out for her. Susan motioned Jean to join her, and the two naked woman worked together to make sure that Sophie's hair would dry nicely without becoming a mass of tangles. Jean had no such problems – she could just briskly towel her head dry, and settle the short blonde hair back down with a quick combing. She enjoyed the chance to groom the luxuriant locks of the other girl, so different from her own. At the same time, her awareness of her own nakedness and that of the other two woman never receded. 

Sophie had tilted her head back and seemed to be unselfconsciously luxuriating in the physical yet non-threatening attention. Susan felt her excitement ramp up another small notch, even though it could hardly increase any further. Thrills swept over her in waves as her immediate awareness of the delicious circumstances waxed and waned and waxed again. At the peak moments she grew weak kneed and almost dizzy. Then her focus would narrow to a particular detail or task and her equilibrium would return. Susan was in heaven, and the festivities had barely begun! 

Each of Susan's trysts with young girls had its own dynamic, and she knew when to go with the flow. She had planned to give Sophie the same "inspection" that Jean had been subjected to, but given the way things had developed and the tender feelings she was experiencing at the moment, that course of action would be jarring and counterproductive. So when Sophie's grooming had achieved a state where any further attention was superfluous, Susan leaned over the girl's shoulder and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. 

"What do you say we watch a little TV together?" Susan suggested mischievously. The programs she had in mind were anything but family hour! Susan took both naked teenagers by the hand and led them out of the luxurious bath suite into an equally luxurious but cozy entertainment room. The room was equipped with a full suite of state-of-the-art audio-visual equipment, including a massive plasma TV screen. In front of this was a comfortable fabric covered couch – naturally the material had been selected for its "hand" – the quality of being comfortable against unclothed flesh.

That detail was just one of the many features that Susan had included when she built her current domicile, most of which were designed to facilitate the woman's unique sexual lifestyle. For example, the lower level of the home was completely underground. Her goal was to create an isolated fantasy setting in which none of the sights and sounds of the outside world could intrude. 

Another design feature of the home was that the isolated lower level was in effect a self-contained dwelling unit all by itself. In addition to the den/office, bathroom suite, entertainment room, and specially equipped bedroom adjoining the bathroom suite, there was a full-featured kitchen and dining area. The entire level had its own climate controls that kept the rooms toasty warm and dry – especially important given that clothing wasn't just optional at Susan's trysts - it was generally forbidden!

Susan directed her nude young companions to be seated on the couch, and picked up a remote control for the various video equipment. Susan understood that she had pushed the edge of the girls' psychological envelope with her uncompromising talk and her almost brutal "stripping" sequence. She did so on purpose: If they changed their minds about proceeding she knew it would be better for the youngsters – and herself – for them to do so before the time came to perform any real sex acts. Besides, it really turned Susan on to make the young darlings squirm some at first! 

The next step of the process involved letting – or requiring – the girls to watch some of Jinna's high quality lesbian pornography. Seeing graphic images of lesbian sex served two purposes. First, it would make even more clear to the girls what she had in mind, and what they had signed up for. Second, seeing these things would ease the way toward doing them if they still stuck with their decision, because they would become accustomed to the idea of performing lewd but gentle lesbian sex as depicted in Jinna's videos. Susan had assembled the scenes carefully, selecting those that portrayed lesbian sex as a gentle and loving activity, for all the explicit details of cunt-lapping and tit-sucking they included. 

"I'm going to leave you girls alone for a little while with this. It's Jinna's work – hot stuff. Relax and enjoy – I'll be back soon." 

Susan pressed a button and the large TV came to life with the start of a carefully selected sequence of pornographic scenes. In the opening one, two young girls who appeared to be similar in age to Sophie and Jean were sitting on a huge bed wearing "baby doll" nighties. They were giggling and chatting, apparently having a good time together. Susan quietly let herself out of the room. Leaving the girls alone would give them a little breather from the relentless psychological pressure she had been piling on. 

Susan understood that she was treading on shaky moral ground in all of these activities. She reassured herself by recalling that the girls had actually signed up for a potentially much more brutal activity – involvement in the porn industry – and that she was in truth shielding them from the consequences of that choice. Jinna knew her business, and could read people. She only used models who were psychologically up to the potentially soul-destroying realities of the industry, because she too was sensitive about the moral issues involved. That's why Susan's "halfway house" was a resource she was glad to have. 

Leaving the girls alone also gave Susan a bit of a necessary breather. She relaxed in the cozy den and reflected upon these issues, and about her current guests. Young Jean was a bit of a "pistol," and was probably ready for action right now, but Sophie was a different matter. She would require gentle treatment. Susan sought to maintain a fine line in her young friends between the embarrassment of the innocent exposed to the deadly sin of homosexual lust, and generating excitement at the tasting of "forbidden fruit." She lapped up the embarrassment like fresh pussy cream from an aroused young woman, but as a committed lesbian, and essentially a moral person, she mainly wanted the girls to share her excitement and pleasure. 

Meanwhile, Sophie and Jean quietly viewed the video sequence. Naturally, the action had advanced quickly, and the cute baby doll girls were wrapped together and kissing passionately. "I don't know about this," Sophie said to Jean, indicating the action on the video, which soon advanced to tit sucking and mutual pussy fingering, without ever stopping the sensuous kissing, however. "I thought this was what I wanted, but now I'm not so sure." 

Jean was rapt with fascination at the heavy breathing and the oozing pussies on the screen. SHE was sure, but she pulled her attention away from the action on the monitor and turned to Sophie. Jean did have a few reservations, but she could not deny the excitement she felt building at the prospect of what was to come. 

"Hey Sophie, it won't be so bad. Susan's really pretty nice, even though she does scare me when she talks dirty like that sometimes. And . . . you know," she nodded to the screen. "They don't look like they're feeling any pain! In fact, it looks pretty damned hot if you ask me."

Sophie nodded, and murmured, "Yeah, I know. Still . . ." Jean forced her attention from the increasingly vivid action on the screen and focused on the other girl. 

"You know, Sophie, when Susan kissed me after stripping like that, at first I thought I was going to gag. But after a few seconds, actually, it was pretty nice. You have to admit . . ."

Sophie shook her head, but answered, "Yeah, I know. I can't believe it, and it's pretty scary, but - it was pretty nice . . ." 

Jean laughed and said, "Hey, when she dried you off after the shower, don't tell me it didn't feel good." 

Sophie's face turned red, but she nodded. Both girls turned their view back to the video action. This had advanced to where the girls on the screen were completely naked, and one was going down on the other, eagerly lapping up the pussy juice that was flowing freely. Jean spoke again after watching for a few minutes more. 

"Sophie – I think Jinna is right, and you and me are pretty lucky. The last couple hours have been a lot scarier than I imagined – getting 'stripped' like that, and – the rest. It's exciting too, but – I'm glad it's just you and me and Susan, even though she can be pretty scary, and glad that there aren't cameras and lights and cameramen and all the rest. You know?"

"Oh, yeah, you got that right," Sophie agreed with feeling. "I don't know what I was thinking. I'm glad I'm here, and not back in that studio. And yeah – it IS pretty exciting. Susan called this a 'half-way house'? I think that's exactly right. If Jinna had just said 'no' I have three other studios I was ready to go to. I'm glad I didn't though . . ."

"Yeah, me too. I wonder what Jinna and Susan meant about helping us figure out to do with ourselves?" Jean mused. "I mean, the main reason I thought about doing porn was to make some easy money and get away from home. Jinna said that Susan could help, and even said something about college, but wouldn't say any details."

"Yeah, me too. Susan said we'd get to that after – this part," Sophie nodded at the lesbian action taking place on the screen, where the first pair of girls had been joined by another girl, who had pretended to be "shocked" as the found the first two munching each other in a full blown 69, but now had been stripped herself become the object of four delicate female hands and two soft mouths working over every inch of her body. 

Sophie and Jean did not appreciate Jinna's artistry in making the action appear exciting and sensual, rather that crude and exploitative in the manner of most mainstream porn. But they did feel the effects - even the most die-hard heterosexual would have a hard time not being turned on by the real sexual passion displayed on the screen. The result for both watchers was to fulfill Susan's intention of helping to incite lust and curiosity in her tender young guests. 

After about an hour Susan judged that this goal had been met as much as possible, and she rose to rejoin her guests. The next step was delicate, though. Talking and watching were still a long way from doing. But first, between the time on the road with Jinna and several hours that had passed since it would have been at least half a day since the Jean and Sophie had eaten. Susan stopped in the kitchen and removed from the refrigerator a platter of shrimp and a vegetable tray, then headed back to the entertainment room. 

"Hi girls, having fun?" Susan maneuvered the food trays through the door and placed them on a low cocktail table in front of the couch, and sat next to Sophie, placing the nude teen between herself and Jean. The continued nakedness was part of Susan's "desensitizing" technique. Jean appeared to have almost forgotten that she was completely nude, and sitting in the presence of two other unclothed females, but Sophie was still sensitive about it, especially as the proximity increasingly led to skin-to-skin contact. At each such touch Susan felt an electric tingle. 

The action on the video had not stopped, but the first trio of young women had been replaced by another pair, who were going through the same motions. 

"We can watch together while we have a bite. This action is pretty hot stuff, hey Jean?" Susan asked provocatively and gave the girl a big smile. Jean smiled back a bit less fulsomely – she was still nervous about was happening, and what was going to happen, but her natural spunkiness, and her undeniably growing excitement and anticipation made it impossible for her to deny it. 

"Those girls really look like they're having a good time," she agreed. 

"Well, I happen to know that they are, because Jinna made this film, and she works hard to make the models feel comfortable. But – it's also hard work what they're doing. What do you think, Sophie?" Sophie did not know what to say. "It's OK, sweetie, I know you're nervous." Susan gave the girl a chaste pat on the knee. "But admit it – it DOES look like they're enjoying themselves, doesn't it?" The girl nodded. "And I'll bet you're just getting just a little bit curious about what it's like, huh?" 

Again, and barely perceptibly, Sophie nodded. She couldn't deny it: She was curious, and more. Scared as heck, yeah, but mixed in with the fear was a growing amount of nervous excitement about what she knew was coming. She also realized that she had been an idiot. Despite the fact that she had thought she wanted to make movies like the one they were watching, amazingly she had not really considered exactly what that meant. To be specific, she still couldn't quite imagine herself actually putting her mouth on another woman's – vagina. On the other hand, the prospect of having some of those things done to her was definitely exciting. Especially all that soft kissing and hugging - it really looked very nice. Again she realized that she and Jean were pretty lucky, and that Jinna was pretty smart. Susan was really nice, and had said this would be really erotic and fun. Sophie was increasingly coming to suspect she was right.

"OK, dig in girls. I know you must be hungry, and I'll bet you don't usually get treats like this." Like all of Susan's sensual pleasures, the food she enjoyed was an expensive delicacy of the highest quality. While still sensitive about their nakedness, and unable to ignore the explicit lesbian action taking place on the screen before them, the two teens nevertheless WERE hungry and began to eat. 

The food had a relaxing effect, and more of Sophie's nervousness melted away. Susan sensed that the girl wasn't quite at the point of eagerness, but from this point on she would take her time and not try to force anything her. 

It was time. She reached forward and pressed another button on the remote control, stopping the action as three girls were in the midst of a three-way muff-munching daisy chain. Jean's lips were parted, and she was breathing heavily as she watched the delectable scene. Susan suspected that the girl had been dying to reach down to own pussy for relief, as was Susan, but the youngster had still been too shy and uncertain, and Susan had resisted because she had bigger things in mind. 




Susan’s Teen Lust Satisfied



JEAN GETS HER FIRST TASTE OF PUSSY

"Alright, I think we're ready." Time for one last small dose of shock treatment. "You will come into my bed now, and I will lick your precious young sex, just like the girls you've been watching do. You will have many orgasms. You will make the sheets wet with your flooding cum. And you will lick me in return. Come!" 

Susan stood, and pulled the naked teenagers to their feet by the hand. She marched them back into the hallway, to the first door past the bathroom suite where the girls had been stripped. Susan led them into a bedroom that like everything else in the house had been designed with special features that catered to her exotic and illicit sexual tastes. Prime among these was a massive bed, half again larger in every dimension as the standard king size model. The bed was set in an alcove, surrounded on three sides by fully mirrored walls, and therefore accessible from the foot end only. Those mirrors provided a 270 degree visual feast to the participants when the bed was being used for its intended purpose. 

That purpose was sex. Raw, wet, lesbian sex. Oceans-of-cum-producing sex revolving around Susan Smith, and fresh, innocent, nubile young women. Like the two she was now leading onto the threshold of their first slit-licking, tit sucking lesbian sex experience. 

The huge bed was covered by just a sheet, and was strewn with pillows and cushions of various sizes. Susan climbed onto it, and directed her soon-to-be sexmates to join her. She arranged some of the pillows as a backrest, and leaned back. The naked teenagers were fully nervous again, knowing that the preliminaries were over and it was time for the main event. They knelt on the massive linen-covered surface, not knowing what to do next. Susan let them dangle there for a moment, drinking in their embarrassed anxiety and nervousness. 

"Come here, Sophie. Lie here, next to me. Jean – on the other side of Sophie. Let's get comfortable. The two girls assumed the positions as directed. Susan climbed onto her knees, and maneuvered herself into a position facing the two teenagers, straddling one of her legs over one of each of theirs. She had to nudge the youngsters' legs apart to make room, and when she was finished her crotch rested on two soft young teen thighs. The girls could feel their thigh flesh being tickled by Susan's soft pubic hairs. 

Susan took a long moment to look deeply into each girls eyes, first one, then the other. This is what she lived for, and her heart was beating a mile a minute. Then she leaned forward and delicately placed her lips against Sophie's. This was unlike the rough, invasive kisses she had stolen earlier. Instead, it was soft and slow and gentle. She didn't even use her tongue – yet - but just rubbed her lips sensuously against the soft young lips of her soon-to-be lesbian lover. She did use a little tongue to apply moisture to the lovely teen's lips. Then she sucked at them lightly, first the upper, then the lower, then delicately traced both with her tongue. 

Susan's hands had been resting on her own thighs, but now she brought them up and gently cupped Sophie's face, softly caressing the girl's cheekbones, and chin, and upper neck, and the soft area under and behind the ears. She extended her tongue a bit and felt an electric thrill when the girl responded by parting her lips, welcoming the friendly invader this time. Susan knew she was a good kisser, and had learned from watching the girl watch the pornographic videos that she really liked this part, so Susan took her time. 

When she finally, reluctantly drew back Sophie had a dreamy look on her face, like she was partly off in another world. The kiss had also calmed Susan; her heart wasn't pounding with excitement like it had been when she had assumed her position straddling the tender young teen thighs. That was good, because she wanted this to last. 

Susan had not forgotten her other guest, who had watched the lengthy kiss with lively interest, anticipation, and even a bit of pettish "my turn, already" attitude. Susan moved her face over to Jean's, and smiled into the girl's eyes, picking up the girl's rising passion. She lowered her lips to Jean's, but treated her differently, in keeping with blonde's own more direct style. Susan started the kiss softly, as with Sophie, but quickly grew more demanding, her insistent tongue finding its way into the naked teen's mouth, and exploring deeply within. Susan was delighted to feel Jean responding with her own tongue, and this initiated a series of tongue duels. She retreated her tongue after a few such exchanges and invited the girl to follow, which Jean did, tentatively at first, then more boldly probing with her own tongue into the experienced and lustful mouth of her lesbian mentor.

Where Susan had accompanied her kiss to Sophie with soft facial caresses, she took a more accelerated approach with Jean, stroking her fingers lightly across the girl's petite young breasts, then cupping them in her palms and applying a gentle massage. Susan was aware that, not counting the squeezes and kisses she had stolen earlier, this action marked the commencement of actual lesbian sexual engagement with these two girls. 

Susan could feel the soft thighs on which her now steadily dripping pussy rested beginning to get slippery with her own pre-cum juice, and the sensation thrilled her. She could not stop herself from gently grinding her mound into the smooth flesh. To get proper contact she had to choose one thigh or another, and of course she chose the eager and increasingly lustful Jean. She would be gentle and slow with Sophie until the end, but Jean was ready to pick up the pace. Susan could feel the girl's heart speed and breath become slightly ragged as the lingering kiss and the breast stimulation had its effect. Susan became more direct with those itty bitty titties with their delightful cone-shaped peaks, focusing her attentions on the girl's tiny, tender young nipples. They were sensitive ones, too, as Susan learned when the girl gasped at the first tweaking pinches. 

Once again, Susan didn't want to neglect her other guest, so she eventually broke off her kiss with Jean. She sat back and took a deep breath, surveying the nude teenagers reclining lewdly on her bed. As mentioned, Jean was ready for anything. Sophie still looked nervous, but Susan knew she was also excited. She decided it was time to start giving Sophie a little more direct sexual stimulation, and begin working to reduce that nervousness by generating even more honest lust. 

Once again, Susan didn't want to neglect her other guest, so she eventually broke off the kiss with Jean. She sat back and took a deep breath, surveying the nude teenagers reclining lewdly on her bed. As mentioned, Jean was ready for anything. Sophie still looked nervous, but Susan knew she was also excited. She decided it was time to start giving Sophie a little more direct sexual stimulation, and begin working to reduce that nervousness by generating even more honest lust. 

Susan climbed off the girls' thighs, and moved back to a semi-recumbent position alongside Sophie. She tilted her head and engaged the girl in another soft French kiss, then backed off and looked at Jean. "Help me, Jean. We're going to make Sophie feel loved." After viewing the soft kissing and fondling scenes in the video tapes, Jean knew what she meant. Susan returned her lips to Sophie's, but this time accompanied the action with soft caresses of the girl's neck and ears. She broke off the kiss to nuzzle the same areas with her lips, planting a series of light kisses around the soft flesh of her neck. 

Jean got the idea, and began awkwardly caressing Jean's shoulders and arm, with less skill than Susan but equal enthusiasm. Susan interrupted this action to give Jean a quick but thorough kiss, then resumed her sensual ministrations to the fleshier, rounder body of the slightly older but more timid teen. As she peppered the girl's face and neck with soft kisses, Susan let her hands slowly wander down the nude body of the passive adolescent. She gently stroked her stomach and sides, working gradually upward until she was caressing the soft vee between the girl's heavy breasts. She alternated her neck and ear and shoulder kisses with returns Sophie's mouth, giving her deep, soulful kisses, then quicker but equally erotic French kisses with Jean, and then resuming the slow ramping up of Sophie's sensual enlightenment. 

Susan's hands grew bolder with Sophie's heavy breasts, and she began to softly twirl spiral designs across their surface with a finger. Eventually she was cupping one, then the other in her hands, and finally working on the nipples themselves. All the while keeping up the kissing and nuzzling of sweet teen's face, neck and lips. 

This attention was having he intended effect - Sophie increasingly was feeling twinges of pure arousal. She still had that dreamy look from all the kissing and nuzzling, but her breath was showing just a hint of raggedness, too. She gasped softly when Susan began tweaking a soft brown areola, rimming the sensitive saucers surrounding the delicate central nub. She gasped again when Susan began working her gentle kisses down her chest and over the tender flesh of her breasts. She issued a low moan when she felt the older woman's mouth finally encircle a nipple, tweaking and gently nipping with her teeth at the nub in the center. 

On the other side, Jean had also moved her caresses to a breast. Susan paused from her tit-sucking to lean over and deliver another deep tongue-kiss to the tight blonde. She then cupped one of Sophie's soft breasts in both hands and presented the nipple to Jean, inviting her to suck. Jean eagerly accepted her first taste of naked female titflesh, imitating Susan's actions by flicking her stiffened tongue back and forth across the central nub, nipping lightly with her teeth, rimming the areola with her tongue, rubbing her teeth over the bumpy brownish surface of the areola. 

Again sucking the ample melons, Susan almost had an orgasm when she heard Sophie issue another low moan, and tentatively place a hand on the back of the older woman's head, encouraging her not to stop sucking the nipple. Both the experienced lesbian, and the young blonde enjoying her first experience of girl-girl sex sucked happily for a long time. 

Susan's own excitement continued to soar to new peaks, and eventually she could not stand it anymore – she needed relief. Reluctantly, she separated herself from Sophie's nipple and sat up. All three women were breathless and flushed, and Susan forced herself to take some deep breaths before proceeding. She had thought about kissing her way down Sophie's body with her mouth, but her own burning need caused a change in plans. 

Jean had also stopped titsucking when Susan sat up, and she too rose up to look at Susan, and at the heavier nude girl reclined between them. Sophie stayed where she was, her eyes slitted. Susan looked down to the vee at the juncture of girl's fleshy thighs, and saw the teen's legs were parted and a thing ooze of girl juice was dripping onto the sheet.

That's it, Susan thought – I NEED to cum! 

"Jean - " Susan's voice broke, and she cleared her throat. "I can't stand it anymore. Do you think you are ready?" Jean knew what Susan wanted. She was scared, but she WAS ready, and she nodded. Susan laid back again and spread her legs wide, raising her knees and causing her dripping cunt to open wide. "I know you've never done this, but you watched the video, and believe me, it won't take much. I need a cum right now!" 

The hot blonde crawled over the supine body of the other teen, and lay on her stomach between Susan's widespread legs. She had already seen Susan's open pussy when the older woman stripped for the teens hours earlier, but then it had not been flushed and dripping, red with excitement. She also had seen the aroused female private parts in the video, but of course videos don't exude pussy smell. Susan was as well scrubbed as the other two females, but hours of arousal had generated the deep musky smell of woman-lust. The immediacy of this dripping, demanding cunt had an impact that Jean had not expected, and she paused. Not for long, though. She tentatively reached out with her tongue, and stroked it upwards along one of the widely spread lips.

The first taste shocked her, and she hesitated again. In addition to the deep musk there was a faintest hint of a uriney tang. Jean took a deep breath, and dove in. From the videos she had a pretty good idea what to do. She slavered her tongue up and down, from vagina to clit and back. She stiffened her tongue and probed deeply into the gushing hole. She found that her nose followed the tongue into the pink passage, and realized that her entire face had very promptly become covered with the older woman's slippery essence. Jean worked her way back up to the clit, and gave it a few swift sideways flicks with the underside of her tongue. 

Susan was anything but passive. She had exercised iron discipline in drawing out the opening phases of the initiation of the two teenagers into the joys of lesbian sex, but all that was forgotten in a lustful frenzy of NEED. She moaned deeply at the first touch of the girl's tongue on her sex, and shuddered when the teen ran the organ up and down from clit to vaginal opening. When the stiffened tongue delved into her vaginal passage, her hips bucked, and she became more vocal.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" A series of percussive exclamations came from Susan's lips. When Jean shifted her attention to the stiff and super-sensitive clit, Susan gave a musical howl, and that was it – she felt herself tumble over a cliff of orgasmic ecstasy. Of their own accord her hands grasped the blond girl's head and pulled it tightly into her crotch. Her hips bucked as wave after wave of bliss thundered through her body. 

At her end, Jean was doing her best to cope with the powerful release she had triggered. She had to grab breaths between pelvic thrusts, because Susan had pulled the blonde's pretty face tightly against her dripping sex. Then she found her mouth filled by a flood of woman-come, and had no alternative but to swallow. It was frightening, but unimaginably exciting, and she could not help feeling powerful and proud of what she had effected. 

Jean did her best to continue to work her tongue as these cum-quakes rocked the older woman's sleek body. Susan's hip thrusts changed to a faster frequency and shorter oscillation as the powerful orgasm arrived at its concluding spasms. Suddenly, her clit reached that point of excruciating sensitivity where no further stimulation could be tolerated, and she thrust her bottom backwards with a yelp, removing her sex from the teen's eager attentions.

Susan was enervated with spent pleasure, but sensitive to how her powerful release would have affected the young girls, possibly frightening them. She fought back her weakness, and sought to rise up and provide reassurance. She feebly drew Jean from her perch between her own widespread legs, and cuddled the girl against her side. On the other side she reached a hand over and gave Sophie a soft pat on the back of her hand. Susan looked back at Jean, and laughed weakly at the way the teen's face was completely drenched with her musky cum juice. 

"Oh, you poor dear. Come here and let me clean you up." Susan used her lips and tongue to remove the excess moisture from Jean's sweet young face, enjoying licking the taste of her own essence on another woman's skin. She felt the first twinge of reviving arousal at this. Then she had more mercy, and handed the stunned teen one of the soft pillows scattered around the bed. 

"Here, sweetie, you can wipe your face on this. Give me a few minutes, and we'll take you into the bathroom where you can wash your face. That juice can get sticky!" 

Sophie had watched the entire performance with awe. She was hugely impressed by Jean's courage in applying her mouth to this frightening adult woman's dripping - cunt. She was stunned – and fascinated - at the monumental effects that Jean's tiny little tongue flicks had generated in Susan. Watching the woman's powerful orgasm had scared her – she had no idea that THIS is what an orgasm looked like. But frightening as it was, she could tell from Susan's reaction, and also from the scenes in the dirty movie Susan had shown, that it had to be really a tremendous and desirable thing.

Sophie didn't think she had ever had an orgasm. Certainly she had never experienced anything like what she had just witnessed. Sometimes, in bed at night with the lights out, she would lie on her stomach, place a pillow between her legs, and "hump" it. She would clench the muscles of her thighs as tightly as possible, and after a couple minutes – the longest she could keep up the physical effort – "something" would happen that felt good and gave a small sense of release, but she didn't think it was an orgasm.

JEAN GETS HERS

Susan had caught her breath again, and she sat up and announced, "Bathroom break. Come on, girls, lets take a powder." The three women descended from the massive bed, and Susan led the way into the adjoining bathroom suite. Jean did wash her face, then. After using the "facilities" in a separate little alcove Susan decided that she needed a rinse. The bathroom featured a built in spa, and Susan stepped in for a quick dip, submerging up to her neck for just a minute, then climbing back out and wrapping herself in one of the oversized towels. 

She did not invite the teenagers to join her. Their showers had been more recent, and they had not undergone the physical tumult that had wracked Susan - a powerful orgasm coming after several hours of intense sexual excitement. Instead, the girls had undergone a different kind of tumult – emotional, as they were force marched through an accelerated indoctrination on the intensity of lesbian lust. 

When Susan had dried off and the other girls had seen to their own comfort, the trio returned to the bedroom. Susan left the pair for a quick moment, ducking into the kitchen and retrieving three frozen yogurt-on-a-stick snacks for a little treat, and necessary sustenance. Susan hopped up onto the bed - the other two had already done so – and handed out the snacks. The three girls sat on the bed with their legs crossed, slurping the snacks, and enjoying a peaceful moment together. Surprisingly, it was Jean who broke the pattern: 

"Did you ever try putting ice on your nipples," she asked, with a devilish grin. Susan knew what was coming as soon as the words were out, and played dumb. 

"Oh," she laughed, "that sounds coo-old," giving a little shivering motion. "Wow, I'll bet they would really pucker up!" 

The devilish look remained in Jean's eye, and with a threatening, faux-stealthy approach she reached the icy treat toward Susan's right nipple. Susan tightened her face in a mock-grimace, and thrust her chest in Jean's direction, acting the part of a "go ahead and do your worst, I can take it" heroine, accepting the cruel end that fate had decreed. When the frozen delicacy contacted the sensitive nipple she squealed, but left it there for moment, before pulling away again, laughing. The three girls looked at the result. 

"Yep, pretty puckered, I'd say," Jean delivered the verdict. "Your turn, Sophie." With that she applied the cold confection the much larger nipples of the shy teenager. Sophie gasped, and after a moment Jean withdrew the cold. "Yep, seems to work with yours, too," Jean observed. The fleshy girl's large areola had scrunched itself into a prune-like texture, and was also wet now from the melting snack. 

Susan looked at Sophie, and nodded in Jean's direction. "Are we gonna let her get away with that? C'mon – you get the left one, and I'll get the right." Sophie's response was anything but exuberantly spontaneous, but she went along. Susan "attacked" Jean, pressing her down on the bed, and pressing her cold snack against the girl's small nipple, which tightened and shrunk even smaller than its usual tiny state at the contact. Sophie came in on the other side a second later, and Jean squealed and laughed at the double attack. All three girls were laughing now, and Susan was merciless with the cold nipple treatment. She relented before too long, though, and the girls finished their treats with few more "feints" at each others nipples with the rapidly diminishing suckers, having to lick vigorously between "attacks," since the treats were beginning to melt. Sophie was giggling too, but had not taken the initiative by going for one other girls' breasts on her own. The horseplay ended when the snacks were consumed, and Susan gathered up the now empty popsicle sticks and tossed then into a waste basket near the oversized bed. 




Susan’s Teen Lust Satisfied



Now Susan was ready to get back to the main event, which was pussy-drenching lesbian sex. The snack break had provided some welcome comic relief for the serious business of girl-girl passion, and given all of them a welcome energy boost. It allowed Susan to catch her breath after her stupendous orgasm, and, through the choice of treats, created a perfect segueway back to sex. It was not an accident that the snack Susan provided lent itself to sexual games. If Jean had not began the cold nipple game, Susan would have done so herself. Now she took advantage. 

"Jean, you little minx, look – my nipple is all sticky now!" Susan pressed a finger against her nipple, on which the frozen yogurt had dried to a tacky consistency. When she lifted her finger away, her nipple-bud "stuck" for a moment, the finger tugging the pink flesh outward. "I think I'll make you clean it off." Once again she pressed the tight teen's body back onto the bed, and taking her own breast in her hand, fed it into the girl's eagerly opening mouth. 

Jean cleaned off the nipple, and a lot more. She joined in the spirit of the act, giving Susan's nipple a thorough sucking. The small blonde was learning fast, and alternated between suckling like a baby, flicking a stiffened tongue rapidly across the now hardened nub, nipping the bud with her teeth, rubbing her teeth roughly over the surface of the areola, and more. Susan felt her pussy quiver and get wet again. When she felt the one nipple had been well worked over she withdrew it from the girl's willing mouth.

"Oh, you've done a very good job cleaning it off, Jean. You've repaid the principle – now you still owe interest, though!" With that she lowered her other nipple to the tight-bodied teen's wide-open mouth. This breast had not been touched by the frozen treat, and wasn't sticky. The gameplaying was over, the girls were back into unabashed lesbian sex. Jean applied her growing tit-sucking skill to this nipple just as she had the previous one, and Susan felt herself begin once again to grow a bit lightheaded with lust. It was time to "spread the wealth" a bit, though. She again withdrew her breast from the mouth of the eager teen tit sucker, and cleared her throat before trying to speak. Her next words came out with a sultry tone:

"Wait a minute – Sophie's tittie is still sticky. I think you need to take care of her, too." Susan motioned Sophie into place, and directed her to lower one huge breast into Jean's waiting mouth. When Sophie leaned forward her pendulous breasts swung down and away from her body, exaggerating their already impressive mass. Jean went to work, and was soon giving Sophie's "dinner plate" nipple a royal sucking. Susan watched the sweet young adolescent sex play with delighted lust. 

Jean did not need to be given an instructions about "interest" and "principle" this time. She alternated from one heavy mammary to the other, and enjoyed the experience of playing with a pair of big tits bouncing against her face. She squeezed each breast in turn from different angles, fascinated at the way that, like a balloon, pressure in one area could cause bulges in another. She filled her entire mouth with the size XXL nipples, and tried to suck as much of the gel-like tit flesh into her mouth as possible. She bounced them, and slapped them against the side of her cheeks, and smooshed them against her mouth and nose so that she could not breath around them. 

Sophie was focused more on the loving kisses that Susan was planting on her shoulders and neck. The stimulation of her heavy teats was like a pleasant source of secondary stimulation. After several minutes Susan decided Sophie had spent more than enough time as a passive recipient, and was ready to perform her first lesbian sex act. 

"Sophie, I thing we're being selfish. Poor little Jean still has sticky nipples." Susan didn't give the dark-haired teen a chance to think, just drew her down until the voluptuous girl was lying on her side alongside of Jean's outstretched nude body. Susan took the mirror position on the other side, and lowered her mouth to one of the short-haired blonde's small tits and tiny nipples, so completely unlike Sophie's pendulous melons and "dinner plate" nipples. 

Sophie knew what was expected, and awkwardly went to work on the breast on her side. She began by cleaning off the sticky frozen candy residue in a workmanlike manner, but understood that the time had come for her to actively contribute to the lesbian orgy she had found herself in the midst of. Her breasts had been the subject of much attention from the other girls. She had watched Jean thoroughly work over Susan's tits, and the pornographic movies they had watched showed more tit-sucking action. Sophie had the theory; now she attempted the practice. 

Really, it was not bad at all. She had realized during the videos that along with the kissing the breast-play part of this lesbian sex thing wouldn't be hard at all, not like that other thing – placing her mouth on another woman's genitals – which still scared the devil out of her. 

Susan also had expected that tit sucking would be the easy part for Sophie. It was for most young girls during their first experience of lesbian sex. After all, sucking nipples was the first and most natural thing that every human did. And nubile young girls whose bodies were changing or had recently changed were all fascinated by tits. How could they not be, as these amazing mounds sprouted from their previously flat chests , and as their nipples developed an exquisite sensitivity that was hotwired directly to the clitoris that was the vital core of female sexuality? 

As she worked on the tit on her side, Susan was letting her hands wander over the rest of the smaller teen's body. She stroked the girl's stomach and thighs, brushing her pubic hairs and dipping quickly in and out of the extra-sensitive flesh of the inner thigh. Susan was teasing and ramping Jean up, and it didn't take much to do so. Jean had fully abandoned herself to the lesbian tryst she had been drawn into. She had already sucked pussy, and experienced the powerful feeling of having brought another woman to orgasm. She was hot and bothered – bothered that Susan kept coming near her well soaked pussy, but not all the way.

Unlike Sophie, Jean had experienced orgasms, and knew it. She knew because she masturbated herself to orgasm almost every night, and loved it. Indeed, in the emotional and financial semi-poverty in which she lived, self administered sex was one of Jean's most treasured activities. She was starting to think that lesbian sex might replace it as number one on her list, though – if that woman would just TOUCH MY PUSSY!

Susan knew Jean had arrived at just that level of insistent sexual need to which she had worked to bring her. She sat up, and indicated that Sophie should suspend her nipple play also. 

"C'mere, Sophie. I want you to watch closely. I'm going to suck Jean's pussy now." Jean moaned as she heard the lewd announcement. She even bucked her hips a bit, lifting her butt off the bed and thrusting her pussy in Susan's direction. Where Sophie and assumed a dreamy look when stimulated, Jean's eyes were wide open and intense.

"See, Sophie, she's ready. Look how wet her pussy is." Susan cupped her palm reached under the girl's vagina, scooping from the perineum between her pussy and asshole, where juices had accumulated, and upwards all the way from honey pot to pubic mound, simultaneously gathering and spreading the clear, viscous liquid. Jean moaned, and Susan raised the wetted hand to her own mouth, licking the fingers clean, loving the fresh young teen-taste. 

Jean's eye's were begging now, and Susan was almost, but not quite ready to relent. "What do you want, Jean?" Jean thrust her crotch again insistently in Susan's direction. "No, you greedy little slut. I want to hear you say it! Say you want this lesbian woman to lick your cunt!"

Jean had no hesitation: "Please, Susan. Lick my cunt! Please!" Susan's stomach did a little flip-flop with excitement at the way the pretty young teenage girl was begging for lesbian pussy sucking, but she hesitated just one brief moment longer. She lowered her forehead onto the girl's pubic mound, and breathed deep, soaking up the smell and sight of the heart-shaped genitals, the adolescent pussy lips engorged with lust, and a tiny little clit trying to peek out from its protective hood, but too dainty to succeed by itself. Susan tilted her head and brushed her cheek where her hand had stroked upwards along the lips, wetting her face with the girl's flooding quim juice. These were the moments that Susan lived for – her first taste of a nubile teenage girl, a teenage girl who was begging to have her dripping vulva sucked by her experienced lesbian lover! Susan dove in. 

She buried her face in the girl's sex, mashing her chin and mouth and nose into the dripping genitalia, her face instantly becoming thoroughly drenched with the feminine passion juice. Then she opened her mouth wide and gathered as much of the pussy as possible within, sucking and slurping rudely as she did so. She jammed her nose into the girl's flooding vaginal passage, moshing it around in a high pressure nose-fucking. She followed up with a stiffened tongue, trying to stuff as much of her now-slippery face as she could into the gushing vulva. Susan was drunk with cunt, mad with cunt, in a frenzy of cunt-love. This had nothing to do with stimulating the young girl, this was all Susan indulging in a cunt-binge!

Not that the girl wasn't being stimulated - she was! Susan's frenzy communicated itself to Jean, who felt her knees weaken and her own gut do a little backflip in a feedback loop of mutual thrill. Her pussy was on fire as she received her first lesbian cunnilingus. In that moment of mutual frenzy, delicately skilled tonguing and sucking were would have been wasted anyway. Jean responded to Susan's pussy mania by jamming her crotch into the woman's face, assisting Susan's effort to swallow up her sex, and wanting her sex to be swallowed. 

This roaring flame of mutual cunt-passion quickly consumed the pent up need on which it fed – Susan' need to bury her face in a fresh teenager's most private parts, Jean's need for immediate physical attention to her fresh teenage pudenda aching with lust. When it had burned itself out Susan was ready to apply her considerable skill to pleasuring the young women with her mouth, and Jean was ready for the kind of pleasuring that would deliver the orgasm her hot young sex was demanding. 

Meanwhile, Sophie had followed her instructions and watched closely. When Susan had given the order to do so she had not realized that she and Jean were going to find themselves tossed by a storm of cunt frenzy. Sophie's reaction was not unlike that she experienced at the results of Jean's earlier performance of oral sex on the older woman – shock and awe, fear and fascination. She tensed up with anxiety. But, when the frenzy ended and Susan settled into a steady application of lesbian lip service to her young lover's private parts, the contrast caused Sophie's tension to unconsciously ease, and she relaxed as much as possible given the emotional turmoil generated by this quick march into the world of depraved lesbian sex. The easing tension had the effect of allowing her to adhere to the spirit of Susan's order, which was to clinically observe and, presumably, learn.

Susan had frankly forgotten Sophie in her frenzy of cunt worship. She now settled in to apply her finely honed skill at performing cunnilingus. However, just as Susan's need for release had been all consuming when she had practically forced Jean go down on her, so she sensed that Jean was in a similar state, and it wouldn't take much to push the tight young blonde over the top. Susan wouldn't make the adolescent wait too long, but equally she wanted to ensure that Jean's first experience as the recipient of girl-girl mouth-to-pussy attention would be a memorable one. That meant that things could not be brought to a head too quickly. So she slowed the tempo while applying well practiced tongue and lips, giving Jean the full benefit of her skill, but at a pace that ensured the young woman would not overscale her peak too quickly. 

Susan began by resuming her tongue and nose fucking of the girl's honeypot, but using a deliberate rhythm rather than the driving frenzy of a few moments earlier. She next dragged her tongue northwards over the opened labia, sensuously sliding it from side to side as she proceeded up to the tiny clit. There, she continued the sinuous side-to-side motion, except now using the softer and slipperier underside of the tongue, varying the pressure and tempo as she felt the lusting teen respond: less pressure when Jean approached a peak, more when the withdrawal of intense stimulation drew the hot-blooded adolescent back from the edge of orgasm. Before the clitty attention caused the delicate nub to become too sensitive Susan retreated lower, tonguing away the juice that had accumulated in the perineum area separating genitalia from anus, then tongue-fucking again the vaginal tunnel, and then sucking as much of the outer lips as she could into her mouth, noisily sucking the sweet pink flesh in and out, again and again. 

Jean was in heaven. She understood exactly what Susan was doing. Her pounding need for a cum was as intense as ever, but her fresh young sex had never experienced such exquisite pleasure as that the older woman was delivering. Her attitude about participating in lesbian sex had undergone a complete shift since she and Sophie had arrived at the home of this wonderful, frightening woman just a few hours earlier, and been told in such chillingly uncompromising terms what was expected of them. Then, she had been resigned to get it over with as little fuss as possible. Now, the fact that it was another female generating this unbelievable pleasure was actually adding to the excitement. The frisson of tasting forbidden fruit added immeasurably to the experience. In this she was, without realizing it, very similar to Susan, whose taste for very young lesbian lovers was similarly due largely to the appeal of forbidden fruit. Not to mention the universally recognized allure of nubile females, the girl-child newly endowed with womanly charms. 

But the time had come for a cum. Susan was finely tuned to the girl's sensations, and fully understood that after a certain point sexual pleasure became unbearable without release. As she performed oral sex on Jean's tender young sex Susan did not neglect to cast her gaze up to the youngster's pretty face. Susan had noted the contrast between Sophie's dreamy romance and the blonde's full blooded lustful intensity. While her pussy was being sucked Jean's pretty features went through an amazing sequence of expressions, from teeth grinding grimace, to stalwart effort, to panting need and determination to fill it. Her entire body was glistening with perspiration from the energy she was pouring into her receipt of lesbian cunnilingus. Susan would have laughed at the wonderful display, but she was too busy licking pussy. Finally, Susan knew that Jean could wait no longer, and was getting dangerously near that fine line between pleasure and – something else. She went in for the kill. 

First she inserted her middle finger deeply into Jean's vagina, and then the index finger, filling the tight tunnel pleasantly, but not too much, and plunging the digits smoothly in and out with a steady and relentless rhythm. She returned her mouth and tongue to the clit region, applying suction, drawing the inflamed organ in and out of her mouth, as she did so drawing the little nub and surrounding flesh deliberately over the soft inside of her puckered lips. This brought Jean right up to the edge, and then Susan delivered the coup de grace. Once again the applied the side-to-side movement of the soft underside of her tongue slurping across the clit, except this time she added suction and a vigorous side-to-side motion with her entire head. 

Jean lasted for about five or six of these sideways oscillations, which were accompanied by the steady finger fucking that had never let up, before falling crazily over a cliff of pleasure. Wave after wave of intense orgasm rocked her small frame. She let out an inchoate cry that sustained itself and grew into a hoarse scream. The girl was gasping, and nearly fainted with the intensity of her first lesbian orgasm. Her pelvis rocked and jerked spasmodically upwards into Susan's face, the full strength of Jean's vigorous, athletic body driving the motion. Susan almost feared that the girl would break her nose, but she knew how to match her own motions to a woman in the throes of uncontrollable orgasm. 

As the intense spasms wracked the teenager's glistening body, Susan was overcome with tenderness for her young lesbian lover, and pride in her own ability to seduce a juicy teenager like Jean, then consummate the seduction with her mouth, giving the girl the gift of intense orgasm.

Once the full force of the tumult passed, Jean's small body continued to gently shudder in a diminishing rhythm of aftershocks. Susan had pulled away from all physical contact with Jean's genitalia when she sensed that the orgasm had passed its crescendo and any further touch would be unbearable. After a minute or so, when the peak sensitivity had passed, she rested her forehead and inhaled deeply of Jean's dripping sex. The bed underneath the girl's tight bottom was drenched with her womanly emissions. In addition to drinking in the musky aroma, Susan fully imbibed the moment. Here she was, her face resting on the dripping pussy of a hot little teenaged girl, feeling the aftershocks of the adolescent's first girl-girl orgasm. For a depraved lesbian who lived for the chance to pleasure young girls, this was one of life's incredible high points. Susan loved this as much as life itself, and was immensely grateful that she lived in a time and place, and had the resources, to make these experiences possible. 

When she had drunk her fill, Susan crawled up next to Jean and cuddled up close, her pussy-soaked cheek brushing against the sweat-damp cheek of the younger female. Some young girls were repelled by the touch and smell and taste of their own pussy on another woman's face, even if they enjoyed lesbian sex. Others found it intensely exciting to drink in their own cum-juice from the face of the lesbian who had just brought them to orgasm. Jean was recovering rapidly from her intense cum, and she demonstrated which camp she fell into by tilting her face and delivering a full throated French kiss to Susan, diving her tongue boldly into the experienced lesbian's cum-drenched mouth, reaching her tongue right down toward the other woman's throat, as if she wanted to recover some the precious vaginal fluids that Susan had swallowed. Jean ended the lingual invasion, and proceeded to wash Susan's cunt-slippery face with her lips and tongue, savoring the taste of her own genitals on the other woman's face. 

In fact, the smell and taste and feel of her own quim juice on this beautiful lesbian's face was lifting Jean right back into a state of lust, which was amazing, given that just minutes earlier she was on the verge of "le petit morte" of intense orgasm. Susan knew that every woman was different in this way. She herself was knocked out by a powerful orgasm, and had to ration herself because of that. Other women could cum and cum for hours, and never seem to get too much. Susan watched Jean gaze back at her at her, happy and satisfied, but not sated. The girl was ready for more!

Susan laughed, "You hot little puss!" Well, some girls were like that, and Susan was grateful for it. In her experience as a committed lesbian, there were two kinds of Sapphic female: Those for whom it was better to give pleasure, and those for whom it was better to receive pleasure. Not than anyone could be all one way and none of the other – giving was no fun unless you also "got" sometimes. No, the difference had to do with the frequency and ratio of giving to getting. Susan loved to bring other women to orgasm, and could do many times for each time her own need rose up and demanded release, as it had earlier when she inducted Jean to the sisterhood of girl-sucking women. The bottom line was, much as Susan loved to have her own slit licked and sucked, she could only handle so many orgasms in a given period of time, and within that time took great pleasure in using her own skill to bring another woman to many more orgasms.