The Traveling Salesman (FF, MF) By Chaz Thain ---------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING -- This is a work of erotic fiction intended only for readers of a legally responsible age in the jurisdiction where they live. This work may be archived and redistributed, but it may not be sold or changed in any way. I encourage comments and criticism. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Have you heard the joke about the traveling salesmen? Me too. In fact, I've heard them all ... because I'm a traveling salesman. And that's how I know that all the good stuff about traveling for a living is bullshit. The reality is lumpy beds in bad-smelling motel rooms and greasy food in small-town cafes. I keep promising myself I'm going to find another line of work, but the money is great and it's hard to give that up. So every Sunday afternoon I drive from my home in The Big City to a middle-size town somewhere, and check into a mid-range motel. Early Monday I get up, grab breakfast, then hit the road, heading to smaller towns within an hour's drive of the middle-size town. Lunch is usually fast food in the car en route to my next call. After supper I'm back to my motel in my middle-size town, then to bed early so I can make all my calls the next day. By Friday afternoon I'm driving back home to The Big City, fighting indigestion and too tired to think. Pretty glamorous, huh? But you know that something good must have happened, or I wouldn't be writing about it. So here's my story. One Monday morning I was having breakfast at a cafe in one of my middle-size towns. As usual I was groggy from a bad night's sleep in an unfamiliar bed in a room that smelled like a mixture of disinfectant and body odor. But I noticed that my waitress was doing an excellent job. She supplied water and coffee without being asked, answered my questions and took my order with quick efficiency. You notice those things when you eat most of your meals in cafes. She kept my coffee cup full and brought my food without a word of the phony small talk waitresses use when they're angling for a tip. She supplied condiments without being asked, and the food was surprisingly good. So I set out that morning in a better mood than usual. And I left a better tip than usual. I went back to the same cafe that evening, but "my" waitress wasn't there. She obviously had the morning shift. The food was still good although the service was just average. Next morning I was back at the cafe for breakfast, and pleased to see that my waitress was working. I made sure I sat at the same table as the day before so she waited on me again. Sure enough, she brought my coffee, water and menu as soon as I sat down and was soon back, smiling, to take my order. "Hash browns with onions, crisp bacon and two eggs over hard?" she asked, smiling and repeating my order of the day before. "Sure," I said, "that sounds good," and she gave me a big smile before taking off to put my order in with the kitchen. I watched her for awhile, trying to be subtle. It was easy to see she was the best waitress in the place, handling five tables with ease while it appeared the other two waitresses served only four each. Her good attitude was as obvious as her efficiency. She smiled easily and often, and could sometimes be heard humming to herself when she passed my table. She seemed to know by instinct which customers wanted to chat and the ones who (like me) wanted to be served quickly and quietly. She was certainly attractive, though not a great beauty. She was in her late 20s, quietly pretty with wavy brown hair, even features and kind brown eyes. Mostly she seemed to be a person who was ready to like the whole world and be liked in return. Her nametag said, "Sandy." And for you horny guys reading this, she was taller than average, maybe 5-7, with medium-size round tits a slender waist and a solid butt. Her fingers were long and her nails were short -- no ring -- lip gloss, no lipstick. I sighed, knowing I would never be around long enough to earn anything from her but a smile. Next morning, the guy in the next room got up and started banging around at 5 a.m.! I was wide awake by the time he cranked his pickup and pulled out at 5:30. Moaning groggily, I got up, showered, dressed and took a room temperature soda with me to watch the sun come up in a pretty little park down the block. I was sitting on a bench by a small pond, blinking in the dawn light when "my" waitress came jogging by in workout clothes. She grinned as she ran by and I could see she recognized me. That gave my early start a slightly better feel, and things got even better when she panted to a stop in front of me after two or three more circuits. "Hey, stranger, you look familiar," she smiled. "You're pretty good if you can remember a customer you've waited on only twice," I countered. She said she had a good memory for faces and we chatted for 15 minutes, getting to know each other. Finally she said she had to go, but then she surprised me by inviting me to her place for dinner that night. "How do you know I'm going to be here tonight," I asked, amused. "Well, I know you're booked into the Trailside Inn for the rest of the week. So I figure you'll be around." I laughed. Everybody knows everything in a small town. "Then how do you know I'm not a traveling killer, preying on pretty young waitresses?" "I don't," Sandy smiled. "But you use a platinum credit card, you shower every morning and you drive a nice car. If you're a killer, at least you're high-class!" With that, she jogged away smiling. At breakfast an hour later she left a note on my table giving directions to her house, setting a time and telling me to walk the six blocks. "Because if you park in front of my house the neighborhood gossips will go crazy." And a minor incident happened during breakfast that only became significant later. I noticed Sandy talking several times to a high school girl who was bussing tables and occasionally running the cash register. I call her a high school girl, but it was hard to tell how old she was, or what race. After watching her awhile, I decided she was Laotian, or maybe Cambodian. She had a cute, round face, made striking by a pair of large, dark eyes. Her skin was a cool brown and straight, ebony hair fell to her shoulders. She could not have stood more than 5-feet-nothing in her sneakers. But she wore the tight t-shirt and jeans that are a uniform for half of America's high school girls. She would have passed for a junior high girl, except that she had a pair of small, but quite visible tits on her chest, a distinct waist, and a nice wiggle in her ass that little girls don't have. Looking forward to a pleasant evening with Sandy, I would barely have noticed the tiny Asian girl, except that I once caught her staring at me with a brooding look that made me think, "Uh-oh." Anyway, I arrived at Sandy's small house at the appointed time that night and wasn't entirely shocked to find we were sitting down to dinner with her 3-year-old son, Buddy, and her babysitter, Anna, the girl from the cafe. Sandy explained that she was divorced from Buddy's father, who had gone to live in Wyoming "for the hunting and fishing." And that Anna, who lived on the next block, was her regular babysitter and companion. "I couldn't get along without Anna," Sandy said. "She's my best friend, and Buddy's older sister." Buddy was a typical lively kid and we got along well after some initial shyness. Anna, on the other hand, greeted my presence with mixed reactions -- sometimes courteous -- sometimes indifferent. I got the feeling she could turn hostile in a heartbeat. Meanwhile she cooed adoringly with Buddy and treated Sandy with a mix of hero worship and affection. "What an nice bunch," I thought, watching them talk over dinner. I gathered that Anna spent most of her day at school, followed by babysitting and hanging out at Sandy's house. She also worked at the restaurant and apparently avoided her own home that housed her strict parents and a large flock of siblings. After supper, I played cars and trucks with Buddy on the carpet in front of the TV, while Sandy cleaned up and Anna studied at the kitchen table. The homelike atmosphere made me increasingly comfortable and relaxed. Then Buddy started to yawn and Anna whisked him away for a bath and jammies while Sandy and I talked quietly on the couch. The sleepy little bundle was brought out to say goodnight, then Anna and Sandy put him in bed. Afterwards, Sandy and I sat on the couch turned towards each other and talking, almost touching. Anna sat in a nearby recliner watching television. When Anna left, I was definitely going for a kiss and a tour of Sandy's nice tits. If that went well, who knows? But I didn't feel hurried. I was pretty sure my welcome at Sandy's house was good. There was already a feeling of closeness between us. But Anna wouldn't leave. I dropped what I thought was a pretty obvious hint, but Anna either missed it or -- more likely -- ignored me. She was concentrating a little too hard on the TV. Even Sandy was looking at her with a slightly furrowed brow. So I decided to go to the bathroom and see if Sandy could get Anna moving while I was gone. I was taking plenty of time in the bathroom, washing my hands, when water splashed onto the front of my slacks. "Crap!" I thought, looking down. "It looks like I peed on myself." So I spent awhile trying to dry the spot with towels inside and out. No good. There was still a very obvious wet splotch. Then I tried using the hair dryer by the sink, but gave it up. I was going to have to live with it. Sighing I headed up the short hall to the living room and came to a dead stop in the door. I could hardly believe my eyes. Sandy was sitting in the same spot on the couch, but Anna had moved about a million miles. Her clothing was scattered on the floor and she was nude except for her white cotton ankle-socks and a tiny white bra. Anna was standing on the couch, her feet straddling Sandy's hips and her pussy pressed firmly against Sandy's face! Anna's hands were braced against the wall behind the couch. Her hips were tilted, positioning her pussy to welcome Sandy's mouth, and the muscles of her legs flexed and strained as she made small movements to remain in the right spot. It took me a moment to realize that although Sandy was moving very little, she was a full partner in this erotic scene. Her head moved slightly as she licked the young girl's pussy and her hands grasped Anna's small thighs, just under her cute butt, holding her in place. My mouth went dry. I advanced a couple of steps and Sandy saw me. Her lower face was pressed too far between Anna's legs for me to see her reaction. I could only see her forehead and eyes, so I couldn't tell if she was dismayed to be caught tongue-fucking her young friend. But she showed no sign of stopping. Anna didn't see me because her eyes were closed, her head hanging down and her hair hanging like fluid black curtains on either side of her face. She made small panting sounds, like, "Heh ... heh ... heh ... heh" as she rocked her hips slowly against Sandy's face. Her little breasts were held motionless in her tight bra. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the raw display of sex in front of me. Anna was clearly used to being satisfied this way, and it was just as obvious that Sandy had a lot of practice mouthing the small girl's slit. Now Anna's arousal was growing stronger, and louder, with a "Huh ... Huh ... Huh ... Huh ... Huh ... Huh!" The exhalations came steadily and strongly, and she put one hand behind Sandy's head, gripping a handful of the her brunette waves. "Ohmygod!" Anna exclaimed, now staring blindly at the wall. "Fuck ... ohshitohshit ... Sandy ... yes ... ... there ... good ... good ... ... so good. So GOOD! Yes ... yes ... there ... ... ... again ... ... ... again ... ... ... yes ... Yes ... Yes ... Yesss ... Yessss ... almost." Now Anna bared her teeth, threw back her head, and both hands were pulling Sandy's face into her crotch. "Oh ... Oh! .. OH! .. OH! .. OHMYGOD! FUCK! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! YESSandyYESSSSS!" She hissed and groaned. A truly full-fledged, grown-up cum swept Anna in waves as she tried mightily to pull Sandy's face into her pussy. Sandy's face was buried so deep that I could see her sometimes force her mouth to the side to catch a breath before resuming her oral assault on the wet hole where the girl's round thighs met. Time passed as Anna stood quivering and gasping, still holding Sandy's face against her sex. Finally Anna's legs could hold her no longer and she slowly collapsed downward until she was squatting on Sandy's lap, her cheek resting against the older woman's chest. Her lips still muttering quietly, "ohshit ... ohshit." After a few minutes, she seemed to be asleep or at least motionless and breathing evenly. Gently Sandy eased the girl down onto the couch and put a pillow under her head. She straightened Anna's bare legs across her lap and covered her with an Afghan. "I guess I should tell you what this is all about," Sandy said, turning to me at last while wiping Anna's juices off her face with her hand. "I'd like to hear the story," I responded, smiling. "But first let me say I think you two are beautiful. And ... incredibly sexy." "That's good," Sandy smiled. "I thought it was a good sign when you didn't run screaming out the door." "Here's another good sign," I said, and I leaned over to kiss her, tilting her chin up with one finger. Sandy's lips, her tongue, her whole mouth tasted of the delightful tang of Anna's pussy. We kissed gently for awhile, long enough for me to discover Sandy's own taste under the bouquet of Anna's juices. Then I sat next to her on the couch and put my arm around her shoulders. "I hope Buddy didn't wake up," I said. "Oh don't worry," Sandy said. "Buddy has been sleeping through orgasms most of his life. I doubt they'll start bothering him now. I'm just glad the old ladies in this neighborhood are as deaf as they are eagle-eyed. "Don't think I don't like guys," Sandy said, turning to me earnestly. "I really do." "That's good news," I said, grinning. "Then I hope you won't mind a long story," Sandy smiled back. And she began. Sandy grew up in a tiny house just blocks from where we sat. Her parents shared one small bedroom while Sandy and her older sister shared an even smaller one. Their beds were so close together Sandy could hear every move her sister made, even her breathing. So at 13 Sandy was curious about the sounds she heard late one night from her 17-year-old sister's bed. First was Cheryl's tossing and turning after coming home from a date. Then came the small, regular motions, the almost inaudible creaking of bedsprings, the long spell of quick and shallow breathing and finally the smothered gasp, the small, intense grunts and the long ending sigh. "What are you doing over there Cheryl?" whispered Sandy. "Crap, I thought you were asleep," Cheryl hissed. "Be quiet, they'll hear you." "Then tell me what you were doing you toad!" Sandy giggled. "Only if you promise never to tell Mom or Dad, or anybody else!" Cheryl demanded. "Why would I tell anybody?" "Because it's dirty." A little chill went down Sandy's spine because 'dirty' could mean a lot of things. She didn't know much, but most of those things had to do with boys ... and the things they wanted to do to girls in dark places, like under the grandstands at the fairgrounds. Or in cars parked under the highway bridge. Dirty had something to do with boys putting their hands in girls' pants, and girls who didn't stop them. It certainly had something to do with kissing. Sandy was certain there was kissing that was dirty. Like in the movies. Dirty meant you had to start wearing a bra as soon as your boobs began to show. And dirty was boys trying to look between your legs when you wore a skirt. Dirty was a secret revealed in confusing bits and pieces of things not to do. Suddenly Sandy was burning with curiosity. "WHAT'S dirty?" she asked. "Promise you won't tell?" "Of course I won't. I already said." "No, really, you have to make a solemn promise. This is not kid's stuff." "Okay then, I promise I will never tell anyone what you tell me tonight. Amen. Now what's going on?" "Brenda showed me how to do it, and it feels soooo good," Cheryl whispered. Brenda was her best friend. "How to do what?" Sandy asked, getting impatient. "It's called fingering ... " Cheryl hesitated, "You rub yourself ... just the right way ... at first it just tingles, then you get all warm." "Rub where?" Sandy interrupted. "Down there." "Down where?" "Um, under your panties." "Where you pee!" hissed Sandy, shocked. "No you stupid frog, not where you pee, above that!" Sandy's hand slid down to the crotch of her cotton panties, she found the indentation of her opening, slid up past her pee hole and found ... nothing. There was a little hair and the fleshy folds at the top end of her thing, but a quick rub triggered exactly nothing. "You mean below?" she asked, moving her finger back down to her opening. She KNEW there was something dirty about THAT! "No monkey face, NOT below ... above!" Sandy's hand moved up again, too far this time, to the pubes she and her friends had begun to sprout between their legs. Some had thick hair while others had sparse tufts. Her pubes were about average, but there was nothing underneath but folds of skin. She "hmmphed" in puzzlement. "Scoot over elephant ears," her sister demanded, sliding out of her bed and into Sandy's. "I'll show you." Cheryl pushed Sandy onto her back and laid beside her under the covers. Her hand brusqely slid under the younger girl's t-shirt and found the V of her panties. Feeling around, she quickly located the top of Sandy's pussy and, using two fingers, began to rub lightly in a circular motion. "Uh ... ," Sandy said. "Forget it," Cheryl said, "God knows I changed enough of your diapers." "This is weird," Sandy thought to herself, then, "I hope something happens." A couple of minutes passed and Cheryl kept rubbing gently, then Sandy noticed a tiny feeling of warmth beginning. The warmth spread slowly through the girl's crotch as Cheryl continued patiently rubbing. Soon Sandy was surprised by a tingle, a little jet of sensation from the top of her pussy slit. Then came another tingle, and soon each of Cheryl's circular motions produced those little bubbles of sensation that seemed to float upward. Sandy smiled in the darkness. This was fun. The tingles merged into a steady stream of sensation and Sandy found her breathing getting quick and shallow. Her head was pressed back into the pillow and without thinking she cocked her hips up until her pubic bone was higher than her navel. Sandy felt a wetness growing in her pussy and hoped it wasn't pee, but her sister must have felt the fluid and appeared unconcerned. So Sandy didn't warn her about the spreading dampness. Suddenly, briefly, Sandy's whole pussy contracted and a wave of pleasure swept through her. Surprised, she uttered a quiet "Hmmmph" and her hips lunged up of their own accord. Cheryl began rubbing a little faster. The crotch of Sandy's panties was now thoroughly soaked and small waves of pleasure radiated from where Cheryl's fingers made steady circles. Another wave of pleasure washed through Sandy accompanied by another contraction of her pussy. Then another. She was panting in the darkness. "Get ready," Cheryl whispered. "Ready?" Sandy thought. She didn't know what was coming, she just knew she wanted Cheryl to keep going. The waves of pleasure came closer and closer together and Sandy noticed she was covered with sweat and her lips tasted salty. She was uttering a steady string of low sounds "umph ... umph ... umph ... umph" and her open eyes were unfocused. Then it happened. Cheryl was rubbing faster than ever and the waves of pleasure were coming closer and closer together. Then they merged suddenly into a giant wave that exploded with a flash of bright light in Sandy's now-closed eyes. She inhaled for a huge shout of exhilaration, but Cheryl's hand clamped down on her mouth. She shouted anyway, her thin young body convulsing on the bed and her hands locked around Cheryl's arm. Sandy was aware only of the pleasure radiating in all-consuming waves from her pussy, of Cheryl's hand muffling her moaning and of the cool air on her sweaty skin because she had kicked off the covers. Gradually her convulsions slowed and stopped, Cheryl uncovered her mouth so she could pant for air and her thrashing body lay still, except when it was shaken by a trailing wave of pleasure. Sandy stared blindly at the ceiling, shocked and wondering at the incredible sensations lingering in her body. "What happened?" she croaked in the darkness. "That's called a climax," Cheryl whispered, "and you just had a big one." "Holy crap that was amazing!" she said. "Didn't I tell you?" "You told me, but I didn't believe you." "Hah, baby bunny, you're a believer now!" said Cheryl. After that the girls fingered themselves nearly every night, carefully muffling their cries with their pillows. They began leaving their radio playing very quietly when they went to bed, hoping that would explain any odd noises in the night. And every week or so they would trade fingerings, Sandy bringing Cheryl to a climax before pulling the older girl's hand to her own pussy. There was something special about somebody else's fingers rubbing you inexorably to a climax. Their parents were pleased that the girls were fighting less and even helping each other with chores. More than a year went by until a day when Sandy realized that Cheryl had been extra nice to her for the past week. It couldn't be that Cheryl wanted to be fingered, because they always traded, taking turns at being first. Sandy was puzzled, but she learned the rest of the story that night. She was in bed, already sliding her fingertips lightly across the crotch of her panties. But Cheryl was taking her time getting ready for bed, fidgeting nervously. Sandy broke the silence. "Okay, you can borrow my new purse for the dance, but I want to wear your blue sweater for school pictures," she said. Startled, Cheryl turned and smiled down at her. "It's not that," she said, "it's something else." "Like what?" "Like ... " Cheryl trailed off uncertainly. "Cat got your tongue?" "No. But Brenda showed me something new." "What?" "It's like fingering, but ... " "But what?" "It's a lot stronger and ... a LOT dirtier!" Cheryl said. Sandy was puzzled. She could imagine dirtier things than fingering. She thought about them all the time. But those things had to do with boys. "Can you show me?" Sandy asked. She found Cheryl looking at her steadily. "You have to promise again." "Again! But I never told about fingering. Why do I have to promise again?" "I told you. It's a lot dirtier. Mom and Dad would kick us out of the house if they caught us!" Sandy was shaken at the idea of something so unspeakably dirty it would turn her parents against her. But her curiosity was intense. Something stronger then fingering must be amazing. "It's not drugs is it? I'm not doing anything with needles!" she declared. "Don't be stupid!" Cheryl hissed. "Okay, okay. I promise never to tell anyone about this new secret," Sandy intoned with her hand on her heart. But Cheryl still stood hesitating. Then she carefully checked that the bedroom door was locked and sat on the foot of Sandy's bed. "Here's the thing," she said. "You may not like ... this new thing. So I'm going to do it to you first. You can do me tomorrow night. But if you don't want to do it, I'll understand. We'll never mention it again. Deal?" Sandy nodded yes, suddenly feeling shaky. Cheryl turned off the light and told Sandy to take off her panties. Nervously the younger girl obeyed, feeling exposed. "Now lie down and spread your legs ... and get your pillow ready," Cheryl said. Sandy started breathing harder. Cheryl knelt on the floor beside the bed and pulled Sandy's thin legs toward her. Pushing them apart, she suddenly leaned forward and put her mouth on Sandy's pussy. A startled "Hey!" was all Sandy had a chance to say before she felt her sister's tongue delve through her sparse pubes and push into her slit. A second later she grunted, her legs went as stiff as boards and her hips lunged upward because Cheryl had licked what Sandy called her bump. "OHMYGOD!" Sandy cried. Without raising her head, Cheryl grabbed the pillow and thrust it onto Sandy's face. She licked her sister's bump again, but this time the cry of pleasure was nearly silenced by the pillow. Soon she was licking the girl's bump in a steady rhythm. Sandy was already past coherent thought. Her body was reacting on its own. Her hips kept lunging up to meet Cheryl's tongue, but her arms and legs were pushing her away from the almost painful intensity of the pleasure from her pussy. But soon her escape was thwarted when her head bumped against the wall and she could go no further. Now all Sandy could do was grunt and moan into the pillow while Cheryl licked her relentlessly. Her climax overtook her faster than any before, her thin frame quivering as shock after shock of pleasure ripped through her body. "AAAAGH! AAAGH! AAAWOOONOOOO!" she cried into her pillow, aware of the need for silence even in the throes of a huge climax. And finally her cries tailed off into a series of moans as her body twitched feebly with aftershocks. Cheryl rose up from her sister's pussy and knelt back, wiping her mouth on the sheet. She watched patiently as Sandy's body jerked and twitched, recalling the first time Brenda had licked her to a climax that left her exhausted and exhilarated. Finally she got into her own bed and settled down to sleep. Sandy was limp as a rag doll, unable to move or speak. She didn't even close her legs, but fell into an exhausted sleep with them sprawled wide. She awoke the next morning and Cheryl was gone, so she laid in bed thinking about the explosion of pleasure she had felt from her sister's tongue. "Could I do that?" she asked herself. She knew it was incredibly dirty. But she also knew she would have to lick her sister if only because she needed Cheryl to lick her again. She needed to feel the power unleashed by a tongue in her pussy. She sighed. "That was AMAZING!" she thought exultantly. So a few days later Sandy licked Cheryl -- getting it right the first try. And they secretly traded eating and fingering favors nearly every night until Cheryl left for her own apartment in another town, and eventually married. Sandy, too, had married and had Buddy after attending junior college for a couple of years. She had never eaten or fingered another pussy, though sometimes she lay awake fingering herself and longing for the joy of a tongue on her clit. Anna came into her life first as a girl in the neighborhood, then as a babysitter and companion. They became as close as sisters and talked about everything. Sandy's home was a refuge for Anna because her home life was difficult. Her parents were very traditional and strict. And since she was their oldest daughter they expected her to do a lot of work around the house and take care of her younger siblings. She had little of the freedom enjoyed by most teen girls. Then disaster struck. Anna's older brother lost his job and was forced to move into his parents' crowded house while looking for another. He soon noticed that his sister's body no longer had the straight lines of a little girl. He was troubled by the way her cutoffs clung to her butt and her T-shirts outlined her bobbing breasts. He began to harshly criticize her clothing. He also criticized her lack of deference for him, the eldest son. Finally one day, Anna angered him by refusing to get him a drink while she was busy helping a young sister find a toy. So he slapped her. Knocked off her feet, Anna lay sobbing with pain and humiliation. She screamed curses at her older brother, but he paid no attention. Instead he felt good. He had taught his disrespectful sister a lesson. Then his eyes fell on the bumps her nipples made in her T-shirt and the enticing way her bare breasts moved under the thin cloth. He wanted to see more. Grabbing Anna by the arm, he dragged her into her bedroom and locked the door. He pulled her shirt up, revealing her small but perfectly shaped breasts. She screamed and slapped at him wildly. So he punched her and she fell back, stunned. Excitedly, he pulled off her clothes. Then he raped her, feeling guilty but incredibly aroused as he forced himself, grunting, into her tight sleeve. Anna's horrified parents arrived a few minutes later ... too late to save their daughter's virginity, or prevent the turmoil that nearly destroyed their family. Angrily they began shouting at their son, who shouted back. And while that was happening, Anna recovered enough to dress and flee to Sandy's house. Anna refused to go home after the rape and stayed with Sandy even after her brother left for a job in another town. She spent most of her time at school, Sandy's house and at the cafe. She gave most of her earnings to her parents, but after the assault she no longer obeyed their orders. They tried commanding, then coaxing her back into their house, but she refused. Meanwhile Sandy couldn't bear to lie awake listening to Anna cry herself to sleep. So she brought the traumatized teen into her bed, to hold and comfort as she sobbed. Although Anna openly rejected many of her parents' traditional beliefs, she had always agreed with them in one way. She had dreamed of falling and love and giving her virginity to her husband on their wedding night. Now that would never happen. Gradually Anna's heartbreak faded and her long nighttime talks with Sandy wandered onto other subjects. They talked about education and jobs, movies and music, children and dreams. Inevitably they talked about sex and inevitably Anna rejected the whole idea of allowing a man to enter her body. Sandy gently reasoned with Anna, trying to emphasize the good things about being with a man. But the rape was too fresh in Anna's mind for her to admit anything of the sort. She insisted no man would touch her again. "But sweetie, loving a man can be a wonderful thing, full of pleasure and tenderness," Sandy said. "If you're so hot on men why don't you get one yourself," Anna retorted. "You've been divorced long enough." "I'm not just looking for a good man for me," Sandy said. "I need a man who'll be good for Buddy and other children we might have. And there just aren't a lot of candidates in a town this small." So Sandy and Anna continued to talk and argue, laugh and cry about anything and everything. Then, inevitably, Anna woke up late one night and caught Sandy fingering herself. "Are you doing what I think you're doing," Anna demanded sleepily. "Oh damn," Sandy said breathlessly. "I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to wake you up." "You're masturbating aren't you?" Anna asked. "We had that in Health Ed." "Yeah, honey. I was masturbating. Now go back to sleep." But Anna stopped her before she could roll over and go to sleep. "Don't stop," she said. "Show me how you do it." Sandy took a little persuading, but a few minutes later Anna stared wide-eyed as her older friend writhed and moaned through an orgasm with the fingers of her right hand rubbing her pussy and those of her left pulling her nipples. "That must be wonderful!" Anna whispered, squeezing her legs together. "You should have seen your face!" Sandy's only reply was a satisfied sigh as she basked in the pleasure of her climax. Later she coached Anna as the teen rubbed her own pussy. Anna's fingers found her clitoris and began rubbing, but she kept stopping. "It gets too intense," the girl explained, frowning in the dim light from the bathroom door. "Well you can't stop when it gets intense," Sandy said. "That's when you have to go on, you have to let it build." "I can't, I can't!" Anna said. "It feels like I'm losing it ... it's too much." "Here, let me get you started," Sandy said, and she put her hand on the teen's crotch, outside her panties. Anna waited expectantly, but for awhile the young woman did nothing, just cupped the girl's pussy with her warm hand. Then she started rubbing, gently and slowly, up and down. She was moving the girl's pussy lips, leaving her clitoris protected in its fleshy cradle. Several minutes passed. "How does that feel," Sandy whispered. "It's good ... ." The rubbing continued, still slow and gentle. Then suddenly Anna gasped, filling her lungs quickly while her eyes widened. "OH!" she whispered, her breath coming faster. But Sandy changed nothing, steadily rubbing and rubbing the girl's whole crotch. Juices were flowing from the girl now, beginning to soak her panties. Sandy was careful not to let her fingers push against Anna's warmslick opening, fearful that any penetration would awaken bad memories. The rubbing continued and now Anna's legs were splayed wide and her eyes were closed. One hand rested lightly on top of Sandy's hand while the other gently stroked a breast through her T-shirt. Anna was sighing steadily now, with an occasional gasp as the pleasure from Sandy's hand slowly intensified. Gradually she felt warmth spread from her crotch through her entire body. Even her hands and feet felt warm. Her small breasts grew sensitive as her nipples hardened. "Mmm-mm. Mmm-mmm." Anna sighed, loving the sensations spreading through her body. She smelled something new and realized it was her smell, rising from the wetness between her legs. "UNH!" she suddenly groaned. Then "UNHH!" again. Soon she was uttering a steady stream of moans triggered each time the heel of Sandy's hand put fresh pressure on her pussy. The feelings radiating from her crotch grew more and more intense and finally Annie could take no more. She grasped Sandy's forearm and tried to pull her hand off her super-sensitive pussy. But Sandy was determined. Anna tried to sit up, to squirm away from the overpowering sensations flooding her body. But Sandy leaned her weight across the teen's slender waist and kept rubbing. Anna opened her mouth to cry "NO!" but what came out was a wail of desperation and pleasure unlike anything she'd ever heard or uttered. "WooooooAAAAGHHH!" Anna cried ... and the first convulsion of her orgasm ripped through her body. She felt like she was being electrocuted with pleasure. Her legs strained and her heels dug into the sheets while her hips thrust uncontrollably and her arms locked around Sandy's neck. "AAAAAAAAHHH!" she cried, then again, "AAAAAAAAHHHH!" He body rocked and shuddered, twisted and strained as her orgasm swept through her like a summer storm. With her eyes tightly closed, the small girl felt lightning bolts of bliss shooting through clouds of heat and pleasure. The rest of the world vanished and her awareness was reduced to her body, now an unfamiliar place filled with breathtaking sensations. "AAAGH! AAAGH! AAAAAAAoooooAAAGH!" she moaned, thrashing helplessly and Sandy rubbed her crotch without mercy. "AAH! AAH! AAH! AAAAAAAH!" Slowly, slowly her orgasm faded and Anna's body stopped convulsing aside from an occasional involuntary squeeze of her pussy muscles. Finally she lay motionless and spent and Sandy took her wet hand off Anna's wet crotch. Time passed and Anna finally opened her eyes. "THAT WAS WONDERFUL!" she whispered gratefully. "I've never felt anything that good!" After that Anna and Sandy finger-fucked each other every night. Anna soon found she could cum more than once in a session and began insisting that Sandy finger her until she came again and again. She was in love with sex, wanting more and more. Sandy became troubled by the teen's relentless need to cum and tried to rein in her desires. But Anna continued to extend her sexual horizons in spite of Sandy's advice and reservations. She overcame her distaste for being penetrated, first with fingers then with a candle and finally she learned to jam a long, fat cucumber up her pussy. From Sandy's perspective there was one troubling sequel to Anna's discovery of sex. The teen resolved her love of sex and her dislike for men by deciding to become a lesbian. And that's why Sandy awoke one morning from a sexy dream to find Anna mouthing her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties. Startled, Sandy pushed Anna away and jumped out of bed. She thought it was fine for girls to fuck each other when there was no loving man around. But she didn't think fucking girls to avoid men solved anything. Nor did she believe Anna was really lesbian. The teen was just focused on girl sex because of her rape. But Anna was relentless. Sandy made Anna sleep in her own bed, but woke again to find the girl's tongue and fingers probing her pussy. "I need a chastity belt," Sandy groaned in exasperation, and started wearing sweatpants to bed. Anna finally broke her down after a week in which Sandy had been laid off then scrambled to find another job while Buddy had been a lovable, but energy-sapping dervish. Buddy was asleep and Sandy was lying limply in a warm bath, trying to recover her sanity, when Anna simply walked into the bathroom, nude, and climbed into the other end of the tub. Too tired to fight another battle, Sandy let Anna lift her hips out of the water and lick her inexpertly, but gently to a beautiful orgasm. And when she could breathe normally again, Sandy resisted only a moment when Anna knelt over her face, pleading for satisfaction with her big brown eyes. Sandy nodded her surrender and the girl lowered her plump pussy to the older woman's mouth. Sandy's expert tongue and lips soon had Anna gasping, but she decided to make the girl pay a price for defeating her resolve. So she licked Anna close to cumming, then deserted her clit to thrust deeply into her opening. She went back to Anna's clit until the girl began to whimper, then backed off again to suck on her plump lips. Five times she brought Anna near to cumming then left her hanging and the girl began to whimper and beg. "Oh god, Sandy, don't stop! PLEASE don't stop! I'm so CLOSE! FINISH IT!" So finally she relented and put her lips around Anna's clit, kissing and sucking gently until the desperately aroused teen exploded, wailed and humped her dripping pussy against Sandy's face. "AAAAAAAAAAGGHHHH!" she cried, grinding her crotch against Sandy's willing mouth. "AAAAAAAUUUMMMMM!" So history repeated itself as Sandy traded sexual favors with Anna the way she had once traded them with Cheryl. It was a wonderful release and Anna was happy, but Sandy wanted more. And then she spotted me sitting on a park bench during her morning jog. "Anna probably figures she can get rid of you by showing you our girl thing," Sandy said. "But you don't look too shocked." "Surprised, yes," I said, "but you wouldn't have invited me to dinner if you were a lesbian. So, yeah, this is a little weird ... but I'm not going anywhere." That's how it all began ... me and Sandy and Buddy ... and Anna. Now we all live in a big house in the Big City. I gave up traveling and took a management job, and Sandy gave up waiting tables to be a mother, wife and student. Anna also started college and we pay the costs not covered by her scholarships. Most nights after Buddy is asleep, Sandy gets ready for bed then heads for Anna's room where she spends half an hour licking and fingering her to a couple of orgasms. But she won't let the teen return her favors. Instead Sandy eagerly heads back to our room -- her nipples rock-hard and her pussy hot and wet. We fuck like crazy and don't care that Anna can hear. In fact, a couple of times when Sandy hasn't completely closed our door, I've spotted a shadowy form peering in from the hallway. Maybe someday Anna will give up her resolve to be a lesbian? But even if that never happens, I'm a happy guy. ---------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING -- This is a work of erotic fiction intended only for readers of a legally responsible age in the jurisdiction where they live. This work may be archived and redistributed, but it may not be sold or changed in any way. I encourage comments and criticism. ----------------------------------------------------------------