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Subject: {ASS} Kissing Margaret by See-El (ff, teen) (1/1)
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I have not written *anything* in ten years so this is my first
submission to the group. This story was inspired by a television
show I saw as well as a short story I read many years ago. The
short story was about a machine with levers, and such, that could
write stories. What would happen if I used such a machine and
held down on the "blue" peddle. How blue could I make an ordinary
scene. The result is something that may start off on an ordinary
television show and very quickly turns "purple." It was really
just an exercise to get the creative juices flowing. My next
story shall be completely different, so if you do not like this
perhaps the next shall do.
I retain the copyright on all my stories in order to try to
prevent commercial exploitation.
For those of you who like to snip the headers I have included my
standard disclaimer here:
The following story is of an adult nature and is intended for
adult readers. If you think you would be offended or are under
the age of consent in your country and/or locale then this is not
intended for you and should be deleted immediately or I will tell
your mommy.
See-El
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Kissing Margaret
by See-El
Margaret pulled out a mat and prepared it as a bed beside her own.
Even though Claire lived next door, she would often sleep over.
Inevitably the conversation would turn to boys.
"Isn't that Nicholas Parsons a dreamboat," asked Claire.
Margaret plopped down on her knees besides Claire and gushed,
"Yeah."
They both looked up slightly, smiling, dreaming.
"Have you ever french kissed a boy?"
"Yeah, sure," answered Margaret quickly.
"Well, what does it taste like?"
"Uh, I don't know," she admitted.
Looking at each other they leaned toward one another, slightly
puckering and closing their eyes. After a quick peck, they
broke away wide eyed and beaming.
"That was weird," said Claire.
"Yeah," agreed Margaret, still smiling widely. They had only
practiced kissing on the inside of their own elbow before. There
had never been the electric shock of kissing your own best
friend. They came together again pressing their mouths together.
Slightly opening them and tongues first probing and then
caressing as they explored the other's mouth. Claire leaned
forward, pressing her palms into Margaret's breasts.
"Mmm," moaned Margaret. Wanting to take this to new heights, she
unbuttoned Claire's pajama top and gently rubbed the girl's tiny
nipple with her thumb.
"Oh," said Claire. The two breaking their lip lock with Margaret
moving her mouth down to Claire's small breast. A slight exhale
upon it and then her tongue outlining it before she placed her
mouth upon it and started sucking.
Claire lay on her back tentatively brushing her hand against
Margaret's breasts; not from lack of want, but from the pleasure
of her sensitive nipple in her friend's mouth. Her friend moved
to the left nipple while gently compressing the right breast.
Claire had never loved anyone more than Margaret at this moment.
She wanted her friend to feel incredible pleasure. She rolled
over on Margaret and quickly stripped her of her top.
Margaret was surprised about the aggressiveness and sense of
urgency that Claire showed. Claire spun around and straddled her;
playfully grinding her crotch into her Margaret's breasts before
messaging her pelvis and slipping her hands into her pajama
bottoms and into her panties. Margaret raised her butt to allow
Claire to slip both panties and bottoms off.
Claire starred at Margaret's pussy. She had more hair more hair
then Claire and a larger clitoris. Claire gently stroked the hair
back and forth as she inhaled the heady aroma of Margaret.
Lowering her head slowly, she kissed and licked at her friend's
pussy. Spreading it with her hands she probed deep with her
tongue then licking and sucking the clitoris. This elicited
several small, sharp cries from Margaret followed by rubbing and
gentle slapping of Claire's bottom. Claire wrapped her arms
around Margaret's thighs and held tight to prevent her head from
being crushed between Margaret's legs. She was really flowing
now and it was getting difficult to lap up those juices on a
bucking Margaret.
"Oh, oh, Claire!" she cried as came. The feeling was delicious.
She lay there as wave after wave swept over her. Her friend was
fantastic. Margaret tugged down on Claire's pajama bottoms and
her panties. Claire rolled over and slipped them off, winding up
leaning against the bed.
Margaret kneeled down and gently licked the already very wet
little girl. Burying her face in at this angle she smeared her
cheeks and chin with juices and her nose brushed against Claire's
clit. She reached her hands around and squeezed and pulled at
Claire's ass cheeks as she tongued her pussy. She felt, rather
than heard a small guttural moan come from Claire, due to the
fact that her ears were covered by pressing thighs. She exposed
her lower teeth and gently ran them down Claire's pussy allowing
a flow of fluids into her mouth. She ran her tongue up the sides
of her labia while pressing her thumb at the entrance to her
vagina.
Claire looked down upon Margaret's face and gently brushed her
hair back. She then closed her eyes and involuntarily squeezed
her thighs together and thrust her pelvis up. The most delicious
feeling came flowing through her and she let out a soft sigh.
They held each other for a while and then each crawled to her
own bed. After a long day at school and a short night at play
they were both very tired. Claire reached up to turn the light
out and asked, "So what does tongue kissing taste like?"
"I forget," came the reply.
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Copyright (C) 1998 See-El, commercial rights reserved. Nom de
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