THE COMFORTER COMFORTED by © Joyce Hamilton Ff You find a lot of women like Stella Davies in municipal parks. A marathon runner, Stella had been jogging and now was doing her hundred press-ups. Stella was a weight trainer, and her body, though slight, was like sprung steel. As she flexed her biceps and contracted her stomach muscles with each press, she delighted in the awareness of her body, its sinewy strength and vitality. Up, and another ten minutes jogging before her hundred pull-ups at the bandstand. On her final two hundred yard sprint...she always ended her training this way...just before her place , on the benches by the lake, a very pretty girl was sitting weeping softly into her hankie. She was pretty, and for all her macho image Stella was an old softie. She hesitated in her stride and was about to stop when, feeling all sweaty and messy, she decided to pass on by. Half an hour later, bathed and decent again, Stella lay on her couch. Her mind returned to the girl. Jesus but she was a looker. Her hand stole down to her cunt and felt it . Yes, a real looker. She could manage a bit of that. Of course she had to be careful, given her position...but the girl looked as if she was sixteen...or at least sixteenish. Sod it...she'd have a go. She went over to the window. Yes, the girl was still there.She dressed quickly and skipped down the stairs and out the front door. She sat beside the girl. 'What's the matter? can I help?' Only response a flood of tears. Try another tack. 'My name's Stella, what's yours?' 'C C C Cindy.' More tears. 'Boys are rotten.' This would sometimes have been a most welcome comment to Stella, but she guessed it was not all 'boys', but just one specimen of the loathsome species who was targeted. 'How old are you, Cindy?' 'Fifteen.' 'Well, you've many years to forget the silly boy who was too stupid to appreciate you. You're very, very pretty you know. Now use my hankie....yours is all wet.' She put her arm round the girl's shoulder and gave her an encouraging squeeze. 'Lean on my shoulder.' The girl's shoulder-length, fine, brown hair drifted over Stella's neck, making her shiver with desire, and the girl's scent was strong in her nostrils. She could feel the firm young breast pressed up against her own more muscular torso, through the blouse and light sweater: the bosom heaved as the girl still sobbed. 'Now, this won't do. Can't have you crying like this where any of your friends could see. Come back to my flat, and we'll have some tea and a chat. I teach at the University, just over there, by the river. Look. That's the window of my flat.' The cunning reader will have guessed by now that Stella is a dyke, that she has decided to try to seduce this lovely fifteen year old girl. The reader has guessed right, and half an hour later what do we find but the two of them looking over photo albums of Stella's sporting triumphs, and giggling over her stories about some quite famous athletes. Her flat was less cluttered than most university rooms and her strong personality had made its mark on it. Sunlight streamed in through tall windows and lit up the splines of the multicoloured books on two walls. The third had a mural of two women making love. One was athletic and closely resembling the owner and the other a tender young girl, all dimples, blonde hair, and large, brown, bedroom eyes. They lingered over a photo of Stella with a friend, a close friend one assumes, as the girl was sitting on Stella's back, her legs round the woman's neck, seeming to grip tight while Stella ran along in some sort of sporting high-jinks. From the look in her eyes she may well have been enjoying the pressure of Stella's neck on her mound. And from the glint in Stella's eyes she was certainly enjoying holding the girl's plump, naked thighs. 'You must be everso strong,' said Cindy. 'I'm stronger than most men', boasted our lesbian. 'Feel my muscles.' She flexed her biceps and Cindy felt them. She squeezed on the muscle and then passed her arm over the arm, and back to the bicep, which she felt again. 'It's like a man's, but harder and not so lumpy.' She felt a quickening pulse in her clit....this was getting a bit hard and lumpy, she thought. 'It's hot in here. Lovely sunny room.' She pulled her sweater off. Her blouse was thin, and Stella could not resist a swift embrace. Both girls were nervous...but this act took them a little further, building confidence in Stella that she would not get a refusal, and warming Cindy up rather more. 'Would you like to see my body-builder act, Cindy?' Without risking waiting for an answer, she slipped her cotton frock over her head. Standing there in just a tiny, plain, bikini panty, she started to flex her muscles. Her pectoral muscles rippled: she had tiny breasts, hardly more than would suit a man into body-building, and her nipples were very small. She showed off her pectorals, making her breasts move over them. Now her back and shoulder muscles, her biceps again, one, two, in classic body-builder poses. Finally she clenched her stomach muscles, making them stand out, hard and trim as any boxer's. She clenched and unclenched her trim bottom, and as she moved from pose to pose, her slim legs demonstrated firm, sinewy musculature. She stood stationary, in classic pose, while Cindy clapped with glee. 'Come and feel them, all of them,' suggested our friend, and the young girl, giggling, passed her palms over naked chest and back, and then over her bottom. 'Feel this, too!' said Stella and took the girl in her arms, giving her a hug that crushed her breasts against the sinewy chest, pressing up against her belly. 'Is that nice,' she whispered. 'Yes Stella. I like that. It makes me feel all funny inside. ' On cue, Stella kissed her lips, long and passionate. The girl responded with her tongue in Stella's mouth and rubbing her thighs against Stella's. To the bed! (Stella found one in the sitting room useful when tutorials with her university girls became stimulating). To the bed, where Stella like any teenage boy had her hand inside Cindy's blouse, feeling her young breasts, full in a satin bra. One, two, three buttons, back clasp on the bra and there the girl was, naked to the waist, and heart-stoppingly lovely. The redness of her weeping had gone, and her eyes shone with sexy excitement. Stella knew she was home with this one . Her long, silky, brown hair spilled over her breasts, and nipples peeped rose-pink through. Stella tenderly sucked at a nipple while fondling both tits. They were full and round but still with the wonderful firmness that you really only find naturally in well-developed teenage girls. The schoolgirl sighed, and squirmed, rubbing her legs together as the experienced seducer exxcited her tits. Now to the legs...and cunt! Stella, still kissing passionately , ran her hand swiftly up the bare leg to the crotch.Stopped momentarily by sensible cotton knickers, she rubbed the outside of the cunt, then a finger inside the leg elastic, and the feel of the swollen, wet, lusting cunt-lips. The girl's tongue fluttered in Stella's mouth and her lips bit harder, as Stella moved her finger up and down the moist crease, over the tiny, but erect clitoris. She pulled the knickers down by the waistband and Cindy lifted her butt to help. This was the chance to remove skirt as well. So they sat there, Cindy now naked, Stella in her tiny panties, kissing and playing with each other. Stella fingering Cindy's slit, while Cindy felt the hard body of her new lover. At the very moment she pushed her tongue deep into the girl's mouth, Stella put her forefinger into the plump little cunt. She was aware of the girl's vagina gripping it, inserted to the second knuckle. The cunt was tight, showing good muscle tone. Good, Stella liked her girls fit and firm! But she was no virgin. Stella moved the finger in and out and round and round, softly shagging the girl with it, and was rewarded by sighs and little purring noises of pleasure, and by more sustained gripping of her bottom and thighs. Stella knelt in front of the girl to kiss and suck her. The girl writhed and sighed with delight at the new sensation of cunilingus. She trembled as Stella's tongue flicked infuriatingly at the clit, only then to be plunged into the hot, tight channel of her cunt. Stella's hands wandered at will over the belly, thighs and pert bottom of this teenage beauty, delighting in soft skin and firm flesh. Her fingers plucked at the fine, silky, almost blonde hair that was just starting to ornament the young girl's mound, her pink cunt-lips. When it came the strength of Cindy's orgasm surprised Stella, but astounded Cindy herself. She clutched at Stella's head, pulling her blonde hair. She rolled, writhed, bucked, bounced, sighed, swore, moaned, yelped and made it quite clear she was having a big, big come! Her bottom bounced up and down with each growing spasm, and Stella had the joy of a young cunt ravishing her face, sliding up and down, cunt over mouth and tongue. 'Oh! Stella, I've never had one like that before. I'll never forget that one!' She hugged the older woman and tenderly caressed the masculine chest and flat stomach. After a short time, complimenting each other on their bodies and sexuality, Stella felt again for the arse and quim. The girl responded with more little jerks of her hips. 'Do something for me too, ' whispered Stella. 'Pull my panties off.' The girl was surprised to find our dyke had a completely shaven cunt. That may have made it easier for her to suck for the first time. (Stella had found that many young girls, her students, were encouraged by a hairless body). No sooner had she got the woman naked than she was lying beside her learning how to suck cunt. She knew what she liked, and assumed Stella would like the same. She found she loved the feel and the taste, and as she buried her mouth and tongue further into the slit, she felt the hard muscles of the woman's arse. The buttocks were feminine in their curve, but masculine in the hard, almost knotted muscles beneath the skin. The young girl kneeled and prodded them, learning their contours. Then to her breasts, scarcely more than small fleshy lumps on the strong, smooth muscles. No man would be ashamed of this flat, firm chest! The girl was fascinated, contrasting her own fuller charms, and tweaked the nipples, fondling the small bumps and the larger muscles underlying them. Stella rolled on top of the brunette. Cindy felt her body becoming desperately excited again as she explored her new lover's body. Her breasts seemed to have swollen, the nipples hardened, and she ached for penetration. She was overjoyed when she felt Stella's tongue again probing her. She continued to lick the lovely naked cunt, learning from Stella's reactions which movements of tongue and mouth gave the most pleasure. Cindy grasped Stella's thighs and pulled her cunt down hard onto her face, licking frenetically, and stimulating with her nose as well as her mouth. She was rewarded by feeling her lover come, and the sudden increased liquidness of the juicy cunt. Afterwards Stella kissed her girl on the lips. 'Thankyou, Cindy. That was lovely. Was it as good for you?' She knew it had been! 'Yes, I loved it, and it's made me all hot again.' She took the woman's hand and pressed it to her breast. 'Let me show you something that will help.' Reaching to the bedside cabinet she took out a strap-on dildo. She knelt on the bed. 'This is Antoine! Help me put him on.' Cindy helped fasten the straps round both thighs and the dyke's waist. She giggled. 'It's shaped just like a cock...' 'And I use it just like a cock. But first we'll warm up using Antoine's little helper. The pink dildo hummed when she turned the head. 'What?' 'You just wait. If you enjoyed my tongue, just wait till you feel this wonderful invention. It was made with women in mind.' So saying she applied the buzzing dildo to the girl's already hot quim. Laying back, she closed her eyes and went off into a sexual reverie. On her back, Cindy's breasts did not loll at all but stood proud and round. Her belly flat and firm. Her belly button a delight. Stella profitted from the moment of her dildo-induced orgasm to fuck her. As the girl came, and without removing the buzzing dildo, she leaned over the girl and tenderly kissed each nipple, and then her lips. She reached under and lifted the lithe, slim thighs, placing them on her shoulders. In this classic position she placed the knob of her strap-on to the cunt-lips, still hot from the mechanical dildo, and using one hand to help, eased it in. Immediately the girl started to move again under her, to such an extent that it was enough for Stella to let her do all the work and concentrate on her own enjoyment of the gir's tits. Cindy, too, was enjoying the body of the woman riding her. Whilst she had gone off into a solitary reverie when Stella dildoed her cunt with the vibrator, now she was aware of every movement the woman made, and of the worshipping of her body by hands and lips. Her small, fine hands roamed over the hard body of the bull-dyke, especially arse-cheeks and hard tits. Soon the friction in her vagina, and the pressure on her clit worked , and her pleasure rose, rose further, and as she thrust upwards to meet the downwards thrust she began to come. This was even bigger, longer, and more intense. At the end she sprawled back, enjoying the weight of her lover collapsed on her breast. 'Now can I try it on you, Stella?' 'I'd love that, Cindy. Do me from behind, kneeling down.' The young girl fucked with care and finesse. She knew the importance of keeping up the rhythm, because she knew what made her come herself,. She also, as she shagged the naked cunt, knew enough to reach underneath and titillate the clitoris with one hand . With the other she felt nipples, and caressed the flattish, muscular chest. Her rounded, soft thighs thrust against the hard little buttocks. Stella felt a girl's breasts press firm against her back as the girl hugged her, still shagging. 'Don't stop, darling. Faster now...I'm coming.' The young girl put her every effort into increasing the pace, the force, and her lover's pleasure. Stella came. They collapsed and dozed. 'Goodness, It's five thirty already. I've got to be off, ' said Cindy. 'Just time for a quick drink to celebrate while you get dressed.' Naked, the woman helped her girl dress and then, enjoying the feel of the girl's clothes against her own still-naked body, kissed her on the lips. 'Cindy, you're a lovely girl. Thanks for a lovely afternoon.' 'I should thank you, Stella. I was very down when we met, and now I don't care about him. I don't need boys any more, I know that. It was much better with you. I think I love you.' She hugged her again. We girls are made to love a lot of people. It's only the men who want us to love one person... one man. I know you love me. And I love you. But I love a lot of girls. And so will you. ' They were both silent while Cindy absorbed this commom-sense. 'What time does your Mum allow you out to?' 'About 11.30. Unless I stay overnight with a girlfriend.....' 'Friday night, let's go clubbing. I love dancing, and would like to take you to a club I go to. It's all women, and you'll meet some lovely people, all friends of mine. Then perhaps you can stay overnight with this girl friend. Very respectable. University! How about it?' 'It's a date. I can't wait.' .......................................