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.'

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