Pearl 3/? {Redman} {f-solo Ff MFf, cons}
(c) December 2000
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Pearl - Part Three
by Redman


Suddenly Brigitte showed up again to whisk Pearl away. 
It was just in time, too, because the young blonde 
girl was beginning to feel overwhelmed. There were so 
many new things to think about. Who was her mother? 
When would she meet her? Was she a hypersexual as 
Mr. Smith seemed to think? She had so many questions 
before she met Mr. Smith, now she had even more!

After Pearl returned to her room and hung up the 
beautiful dress that Brigitte had selected for her 
earlier, she took another long, luxurious bath. As she 
floated in the deep, wide bathtub, Pearl thought about 
all the things that Mr. Smith had said. But more often 
than not her thoughts returned to the man himself.

He seemed so tall. Pearl was not a short girl herself. 
She was already almost as tall as Pappy, but Mr. Smith 
was taller than both of them. And so masculine! The 
young girl remembered his scent and the way his lips 
curled when he smiled. Most of all, she remembered his 
sensitive fingers touching her face. When he had 
touched her lips, there had been a tension in her 
stomach and between her legs that had almost felt like 
she was exploding. The only time Pearl had felt 
anything similar was when Brigitte had kissed her. 
No, there had been one other time. Thinking about it 
brought back the memory of when Miss Gloria Love had 
kissed her once as well.

Only both of those kisses had been so quick and 
spontaneous that Pearl had not been able to prepare 
herself. Mr. Smith's touch had been deliberate. She had 
been able to prepare herself. She had been ready 
for it.

But she wasn't ready for it at all, wasn't prepared 
for it at all. Nothing that had ever happened during 
her life on the farm had prepared her for the flood of 
feelings and sensations that his touch had brought 
out.

Pearl climbed out of the tub and dried off and looked 
at herself for the first time in the full-sized mirror 
in her bathroom. Pappy had never allowed such mirrors 
at the farm. Pappy would think it was sinful for her 
to be looking at herself like this. Suddenly, Pearl 
didn't care what Pappy thought; she resolved to never 
think about what Pappy would have approved of or not 
ever again. She defiantly threw her towel aside and 
looked at herself for the first time.

Pearl didn't know how to compare what she saw in the 
mirror with what others would see, in particular with 
what Mr. Smith might see. Every woman that she had 
seen at the mansion had been beautiful in one way or 
another. She had been attracted to them all. Then 
Pearl began to wonder to herself, is it possible that 
they looked beautiful because I'm a hypersexual? 

Pearl was not as slender as Brigitte. Her hips were 
wider, her belly slightly rounded. Her breasts 
appeared smaller, though she had never seen Brigitte's 
breasts. Just the thought of seeing the dark-haired 
beauty's breasts made her own ache. She reached upward 
and took both small sensitive nipples between her 
fingers and rubbed them. She began to roll the nubs 
between her thumbs and her index fingers causing sharp 
stabs of pleasure to shoot out like sparks into her 
body.

Pearl closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling 
swelling up in her breasts. Her hips began to sway and 
she found herself moving to the music of the throbbing 
within her body. The sensations within her seemed to 
gather and to begin to settle. Her breasts still felt 
incredible sensitive, but suddenly the ache within her 
body seemed to come to rest between her thighs. Pearl 
felt her womanhood grow moist and, as her hips swayed, 
she felt a part of her womanhood slide against 
another, drawing deep moans from within her.

Pearl began to move her hips even more exaggeratedly. 
She squeezed her thighs together and was rewarded by a 
sharper, more intense sensation of pleasure. 
Reluctantly, she forced herself to release one breast 
and her right hand caressed her belly as it slid down 
between her legs.

She pressed her hand fully against herself, touching 
the full, swollen lips of her womanhood for the first 
time in a very long time. When she was very young, 
Pappy had beaten her hands repeatedly every time she 
had touched herself there. Soon she had learned never 
to let her hands stray too close.

But now, far away from the old man's influence, she 
began to explore herself again. Pearl remembered the 
ladies chair in the corner of the bathroom and quickly 
dragged it in front of the mirror. She sat in the 
chair, naked, leaning back and peering into the mirror 
at the mystery between her legs.

There was something intensely exciting about seeing 
her fingers touch herself. No wonder the old man 
didn't want her to have a mirror like this. If Pearl 
could have seen herself like this before, if she could 
have watched her fingers stroking and caressing the 
lips of her womanhood, she would have endured the 
beatings willingly. 

Her fingers slid down the length and she encountered 
moisture on the tip of her fingers at the bottom. 
She felt her fingers glide more easily over the smooth 
skin with each brush of her fingers against that 
wetness. As she caressed herself lovingly, the 
throbbing seemed to center more and more in a small 
spot just at the top of her womanhood.

Pearl touched that spot and felt an intense, sharp 
pain that took her breath away. Her whole body 
convulsed, but as the sensation subsided, the young 
innocent realized that it was not pain -- it was 
pleasure; pleasure so intense and unexpected that at 
first it had surprised her. It spread throughout her 
body like a sunburst. She touched it again, and again 
the sharp sensation flooded her, only this time she 
had anticipated it. It still made her gasp, still took 
her breath away. 

She took the little knot of nerves between her first 
two fingers, being careful not to touch it directly, 
and squeezed the surrounding flesh together between 
them. Suddenly a bright flash of white and vivid red 
washed through her. Bright, profound colors of 
sensation! Pearl's whole body rose up off the chair 
until just the edge of it cut into her back and the 
back of her thighs below the buttocks. But she only 
felt that at the distant edges of her consciousness. 
The whole core of her being was centered on the 
bright, intense stimulation between her legs.

For a moment that seemed like hours, her whole body 
was one nerve, throbbing and pulsing. It felt like a 
hot, searing electrical current running through her 
from top to bottom. Pearl honestly thought she was 
dying; but if dying felt like this, she wanted to die 
again and again! Repeatedly she squeezed her fingers 
together and each time the sensation overcame her, 
overwhelmed her -- astonished and astounded her -- in 
the bright clarity of pleasure that skewered her 
between her fingers.

Finally, the pleasure became too intense. Completely 
out of breath, Pearl pulled her fingers away as though 
they had been burned. The sensation of her skin 
snapping back almost made her pass out. It was all 
that she could do to breathe. Her heart was beating so 
fast she thought that it would never stop, that her 
chest could not contain it's violent thumping. She 
gasped and each lung full of air brought her closer to 
her self ... brought her closer back to what she had 
been before.

But the girl that looked back at her in the mirror was 
very different. She realized now that her body was 
capable of feeling more than she had ever thought 
existed before. It was as though she had been wrapped 
in a blanket all her life and now she was suddenly 
released into the sun.

"Pearl, are you okay in there?" Brigitte called out 
from the other room.

Pearl laughed softly to herself. Oh yes, she thought, 
I am very much okay now. Then she suddenly realized 
that it was probably just this experience that 
Brigitte had been trying to interrupt each time she 
had come in earlier. She chuckled that she had 
finally, for once in her life, outwitted her ever-
present observers. 

She threw on a robe that she had left on the counter 
so long ago when she had stepped into her bath. The 
feel of the cloth on her body brought a new response 
this time. She felt as though someone strong was 
embracing her, as though Mr. Smith's arms were already 
around her. Already? Oh yes, she couldn't wait until 
she felt his arms around her now. Now that she had 
tasted of their apple, she was ready to be Eve. Now, 
for the first time, she understood why Eve had not 
been sorry.

"Yes, Brigitte, I feel better than I have ever felt 
before," Pearl said as she walked into the bedroom 
proper. 

Pearl saw Brigitte look at her as though she were 
different somehow. Was it that obvious that she had 
changed? Was the flush of the excitement of touching 
herself visible in her face, in her eyes? Well, Pearl 
thought, let her look. Now that I've tasted the apple, 
I don't care who can see. 

She lay across her large, comfortable bed feeling the 
soft comforter caress her skin where it touched her.

"Why didn't you tell me, Brigitte?" she asked softly, 
just loud enough for the raven-haired beauty to hear 
her. Brigitte instinctively stepped a little closer to 
hear better.

"Tell you what, Pearl?"

"Why didn't you tell me what it would feel like, 
Brigitte?  I just felt something so incredible I can't 
explain it. I touched myself -- between my legs -- and 
it felt incredible! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh, that," Brigitte said as she smiled and sat on the 
edge of the bed, just out of arms length. "Would you 
have been able to understand it if I had tried to 
explain it?"

"No, probably not. I still don't understand it even 
now, but I want to! I want to learn all about it. Is 
that what Mr. Smith wanted to teach me?"

"No, Pearl. That feeling is one of many things, but 
it's not everything. There is much more to learn."

"Does it have a name, Brigitte? I hate to keep 
referring to something so wonderful as 'it.'"

"Yes, dear. If I understand you right, I think you've 
experienced your first orgasm. What exactly did you 
do?"

"I sat in front of the mirror and touched myself, 
between my legs. I don't know the words, but there's a 
spot. Can I show you?"

Pearl quickly threw off her robe and stretched out on 
the bed so fast that the older girl had almost no time 
to react. In a flash, Brigitte was looking between the 
legs of the beautiful youngster, curious and naive, 
bursting with questions.

"Right here, Brigitte. What is this spot right here 
called?" Pearl asked innocently as she took the fleshy 
folds of her womanhood between her fingers again.

"Oh my, Pearl," Brigitte murmured, obviously 
flummoxed. "Your lesson wasn't due to start for a 
little while."

Somehow looking at Brigitte watching her was almost as 
exciting to Pearl as looking at herself in the mirror. 
As the older girl began to respond, as she began to 
lick her lips and breathe more heavily, it became even 
more stimulating. And Brigitte's reactions were almost 
as immediate as the mirrors. 

"Please, Brigitte! I have to know. What do I call this 
spot that makes me orgasm when I touch it like this?"

"That's your ... your clitoris, dear. Now ... now 
shake it from side to side with just the tips of your 
fingers. Yes, like that. Now up and down a little. Oh 
baby, you have such a lovely vagina."

"What's a vagina, Brigitte? Show me please!" Pearl 
pleaded as she thrust her buttocks into the air, 
arching to meet her fingers.

The honest sincerity of the blonde's pleading overcame 
Brigitte's final reluctance. She was drawn inexorably 
forward until her fingers were brushing the warm puffy 
lips of the virgin's vagina.

"Right here, baby," Brigitte cooed. "And here, too. 
And this lovely spot here is considered your vagina 
too."  Then Brigitte could say no more because her 
mouth was pressed against the sweet warm flesh of the 
young girl, her tongue snaking out to be the first to 
taste her.

Pearl was beyond words, beyond thought. She had 
thought that her own fingers were heaven, but 
Brigitte's tongue! Brigitte's tongue swirling up and 
down along her womanhood, her vagina! Each velvet 
touch sent her into ecstasy. Each lick that brushed 
her lips, that sneaked inside ... INSIDE! Oh Gawd, 
that wonderful tongue inside her! Warmth on warmth, 
heat on heat, wetness on wetness.

Pearl's mind exploded once more in vivid shades of 
red. Her body bridged skyward, a lovely curve from her 
shoulders to her heels. Orgasm, oh sweet, wonderful 
orgasm!

By the time that Pearl had regained her senses, 
Brigitte was naked alongside her in the bed. She 
looked at the slender eighteen-year old, the first 
other nude person she had ever seen. Such beautiful 
breasts ... such slim hips ... such a lovely flat 
stomach ... such a thick, well-trimmed pubic patch! 

Pearl reached out without even thinking and touched 
the inviting breasts of her bedmate. They were so soft 
and Brigitte moaned so delightfully when she touched 
her. Then her palm brushed across the hard nipple and 
it was like an electric current flowing into her hand. 
Pearl lightly pinched the nipple and began to roll it 
between her thumb and forefinger just as she had her 
own. The blonde was encouraged when Brigitte responded 
by moaning and pressing the breast harder against her 
hand.

Then Pearl realized that Brigitte's hands were busy 
between her legs. Abandoning the breast, she scurried 
below and watched in fascination as the long, thin 
fingers of the older girl stimulated herself. She saw 
Brigitte's fingers spread the lips of her vagina out 
and a slender digit dip and enter. Pearl, on her 
knees, reached underneath herself and emulated each 
move, touch for touch.

Brigitte's fingers began to move faster and faster. 
Pearl lay her head on the soft, warm thigh of the 
older girl and watched her fingers dance. She gave up 
trying to match the raven-haired beauty's every move, 
instead she contented herself to watch and learn.

And she would have been content too, until she felt 
the fingers enter her vagina. She looked back over her 
shoulder to see Mr. Smith's piercing, charismatic 
eyes. She felt his large, sensitive hands on her 
buttocks and his long, gentle fingers spreading her 
open and sliding in and out of her vagina. Pearl 
buried her face into Brigitte's thigh and screamed out 
her orgasm before she blacked out.

She woke to the rhythmic movement of the bed. Without 
even raising her head she looked at the beautiful pair 
beside her. Brigitte was on her back, her slender, 
delicate legs wrapped around her lover. Mr. Smith was 
naked too and had an intense look of concentration as 
he strained toward the young girl. He looked 
beautiful. His eyes locked on Pearl's -- those 
beautiful eyes!

"Come here, Pearl," he commanded; though it came as a 
sweet and gentle suggestion. She felt compelled to 
rise and go to him, drawn to his magnetism.

"You started your instruction without me, I see," Mr. 
Smith said to her while maintaining that wonderful 
rhythm that was hypnotizing her. "Come see, my dear."

Mr. Smith's chest was wide and muscular. There was a 
thin sheen of sweat as he moved with his whole body 
into Brigitte. Her thighs squeezed him; each of his 
powerful thrusts lifted her buttocks off the bed.

When Pearl moved up next to him, she was amazed at 
what she saw. Mr. Smith pressed against Brigitte's 
thighs and spread her out wider. There was a thick 
shaft of flesh coming out of Mr. Smith and entering 
the girl over and over. Pearl had never seen anything 
like it before, but just looking at it made her ache 
for it to be in her. It was so beautiful looking, so 
thick and hard and masculine. The young innocent was 
fascinated by this wonderful ... what would she call 
it? What would it be? ... This wonderful 'thing' 
between his legs.

Completely uninhibited now, Pearl reached behind him 
and ran her hand along his buttocks. When he moaned at 
the touch of her hand, she reached beneath him and 
felt the soft, fleshy sack that hung down. She saw him 
grit his teeth and so she held it in her hand and 
moved with them, back and forth, gently massaging him.

Then, positioning herself directly behind him, she 
reached even further until she could touch where they 
joined. She felt where his flesh entered Brigitte's. 
She snaked a finger into the girl alongside his hard 
flesh, felt the intense heat inside the girl, the 
intense wetness. More importantly, she felt him -- the 
hardness of him and the softness of him. She felt him 
slide along her palm and down her finger as he slammed 
himself into Brigitte faster and faster.

Oh Gosh, whatever this was, Pearl wanted it too! 
Whatever this was called, Pearl wanted to do it! Her 
vagina pulsed with each thrust by Mr. Smith. She 
longed to pull him off of Brigitte and make him thrust 
into her. She wanted to feel his hard flesh push into 
her ... his large, warm ... Oh Gosh, she didn't even 
know what to call it, but she wanted it. Her mouth 
could almost taste his slick hard flesh thrusting in 
and out of it. Her vagina ached for it. 

She moved her hand away and pressed her whole body 
along his back, hugging him to her. She ground her 
budding breasts into his back and thrust with her own 
hips along with his. She imagined she had a great big 
thing of flesh just like his and that she was pounding 
into Brigitte. She felt his buttocks tighten against 
her vagina. She wrapped her arms about him tighter, 
bit into his shoulder, and pushed with him with her 
hips, pushing him deeper into the girl beneath them. 
She was with him, moving with him and they were doing 
Brigitte together.

Suddenly, surprising Pearl, Mr. Smith pulled back and 
withdrew his big thing of flesh and laid it on 
Brigitte's belly. Pearl scrambled to see it, to touch 
it. As she laid her hand along the hard shaft, it 
bucked beneath her and began to spew out thick white 
globs from its ruddy head. He groaned loudly as he 
continued to thrust on Brigitte's belly and as the 
milky essence flowed from him.

"Gosh, Mr. Smith, -- what's that white stuff shooting 
out of your thingie?"

He caught his breath and in a moment smiled a 
beautiful smile at her. "That's called 'semen,' Pearl. 
Or, sometimes it's called 'sperm.' And my, 'thingie,' 
as you called it, is called a 'penis' or, more 
crudely, a 'cock' or a 'dick.'"

"Did I hurt it? Was it okay that I touched it?" asked 
the young blonde.

"Oh yes, dear. You made it feel very nice. Your 
presence certainly enhanced the experience. Wouldn't 
you agree, Brigitte?"

"Oh yes, John. Pearl is a lovely girl," Brigitte 
sighed contentedly. Pearl looked in wonder as 
Brigitte's vagina slowly started to relax and close. 
Then, to the young girl's amazement, Brigitte dipped a 
finger into John's semen that was still pooled up on 
her stomach and brought it to Pearl's lips. 

Pearl licked the thick, salty glob off of Brigitte's 
lovely finger and then scooped up some of the semen on 
her own and shared it with her friend. When Brigitte 
drew Pearl's finger entirely in her mouth, the young 
girl's stomach began to flutter once more.

Pearl looked at Mr. Smith -- at John. He was lying 
back on the bed and his penis was becoming softer. It 
leaned to one side, but seeing her interest, he 
grunted and flexed and Pearl saw it bounce a little 
and the head start to rise again.

"Mr. Smith," Pearl asked shyly, "will you teach me all 
about penises so that you can do with me what you just 
did with Brigitte?"

"Oh yes, Pearl," Mr. Smith said with a chuckle and an 
amusing leer at the young blonde. "I'll be happy to be 
your teacher. You'll find many teachers here who will 
help you."