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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
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Carrie's Tale 2/3 (FF, inc, sedustion)
by Dee Bower (Deelightful@worldnet.att.net)
Copyright 1997
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Carrie lived in the mountains of Virginia with her mom and her aunt Betty.
She had never been to school because aunt Betty was a teacher and schooled
her at home. She liked aunt Betty, but felt she was missing out on something
other kids got to experience when they left their homes to ride the bus to
school every day. She had no close friends and no family except for the two
women in her house that she knew of.
Carrie had strange feelings when she woke up in the morning. There was a
warmth in the pit of her stomach and she didn't know what was happening to
her. She was 13 years old and her body was changing rapidly. One day her
chest was flat as a pancake and a few days later, she had grown large
breasts and hair under her arms and "down there". She had always had a close
relationship with her Mom and her aunt Betty so she decided to have a talk
with them about what she was going through.
She sat up on the bed and looked into the mirror, wondering if her breasts
were going to get bigger and bigger until they burst and if she was going to
grow hair other places on her body. She lifted her nightgown to inspect her
body for new developments. She stood upright in front of the mirror and
slipped the nightgown over her head, standing naked in the rising sunlight.
As she stared at her new body, she began to touch herself, first her
nipples, which hardened immediately in the cool room. Next she began to
squeeze and pull on her nipples, feeling a tingly warmth in her stomach as
she did so. It was not unpleasant. In fact, if felt pretty good! Next she
lifted her leg and looked closely at her private places in the mirror. That
funny looking slit between her thighs was now starting to get wet! She
didn't pee! What was going on here? She could feel the dampness seeping
through her labia, so she went down the hallway to the bathroom to get a
washrag to wipe herself. She got the rag and returned to her bedroom
quietly, hoping she hadn't awakened her mother and aunt Betty sleeping in
the room next to the bathroom.
She went back and stood in front of the mirror again, touching herself with
the washrag. She felt something hard there. What was going on? She parted
her labia and ran her finger over the knobby thing between them, instantly
jerking at the touch. She wasn't going to do that again! It was scary! She
wiped the moisture away and slipped her nightgown back on to go talk to her
mom and aunt Betty.
She knocked lightly on the door, hearing moans and heavy breathing inside as
she often did.
"Mom, can I come in?" She asked through the door.
"Just a minute sweetie," her mother answered. She could hear the covers
rustling and something dropped to the floor. It sounded like a shoe or a
hairbrush. It could have been that funny looking thing she found in her
mom's dresser drawer when she was putting away the laundry. After about 5
minutes, her mother came to the door and opened it.
"What is it doll?" Her mother asked.
"Mom, I need to talk to you. Something is happening to me and I don't
understand."
Her mother looked back to the bed and made a motion with her hand. Carrie
saw aunt Betty get out of bed and put her nightgown on. Why would she be
sleeping naked?
"Honey, come in. I'll explain everything to you." Her mother invited her.
As she stepped into the room, the sunlight shown through her sheer
nightgown, accentuating her huge breasts and the dark patch of hair between
her thighs. Carrie thought she heard her aunt Betty gasp.
Carrie's mother was 26 years old. She had Carrie when she was Carrie's age.
She had been married off to a rich old man by her parents because they
couldn't afford to feed and clothe her. Carrie's mother had been the
prettiest daughter in the family, with thick blonde hair, blue eyes, and a
voluptuous body that was begging to be fucked. The rich old man had turned
out to be Carrie's grandfather, but Carrie didn't know it. He died shortly
after her mom, Selma, had become pregnant and had left all his money to some
other old man in town.
The family didn't talk about it much, so Carrie assumed it was taboo to
bring his name up. Aunt Betty had moved in right after Carrie was born and
had lived with them for as long as she could remember. Aunt Betty was
pretty like Carrie's mom, only she had long dark hair and dark eyes and was
just a little bit overweight. Not much though. She had small breasts and
wide hips and was always joking and dancing with Carrie. Carrie liked the
slow dances the best. Betty liked the slow dances best too.
Selma took her daughter's hand and led her to the bed.
"Sit down, sweetie." She said.
"Mom, what's happening to me? I got these big things on my chest and hair
growing everywhere on my body? Am I turning into some type of a monster or
something?" She inquired.
"No, baby. You're becoming a woman. Soon you'll start to have what we
call "periods", and you'll have blood coming out of your body for a few days
once a month. When girls start getting breasts and having periods, it means
they are becoming a woman and can have babies" Her mother explained.
"I don't want to have any babies!" Carrie exclaimed. "I want to stay here
with you and aunt Betty forever!"
"Punkin, you can do whatever you want." aunt Betty chimed in, moving closer
to wrap her arm around Carrie.
"That's right. You know we love you and want you to be with us always."
Her mother assured her.
"We want you to know that now that you are becoming a woman, boys will be
trying to call on you and do things to you that you might or might not
like." aunt Betty told Carrie.
"Like what?" Carrie asked, leaning against her aunt.
"Well, they might start to try to feel your body like this," aunt Betty
explained, moving her hand to Carrie's breasts to caress and pinch her
nipples. "And they might try to kiss you like this," She continued, taking
Carrie's face into her hands and kissing her deeply and passionately.
Selma watched curiously for Carrie's reaction to Betty's advances, not
trying to stop her because she knew how good it felt when Betty played with
her in bed every morning and every night.
Carrie was stiff at first, but as Betty continued to caress her, she
relaxed and let her aunt fondle her breasts. Her heard began to beat rapidly
in her chest and she felt that warm feeling in her gut again.
"Mom, I feel funny." Carrie spoke in a whisper.
"Just follow your instincts, baby. Do whatever you feel like doing," Her
mother instructed her.
As Betty caressed and fondled Carrie's breasts, her mother helped her
remove her nightgown. Her mother's passion was aroused at the sight of her
daughter's womanly body. She wanted to touch and caress her as well.
"Lie back on the bed, darlin'" Betty ordered her gently, "Let us look at
you."
Carrie complied with their request, totally relaxed and trusting these two
women who had been the only family she had ever known.
Selma spread Carrie's legs and looked closely at her vagina, spreading the
lips of her labia to reveal Carrie's erect clitoris. Her mother took a deep
breath and placed her face between her daughter's thighs, flicking Carrie's
clit with her tongue. Carrie squirmed at the sensation, but Betty held her
down by kissing her again deeply, plunging her tongue into Carrie's mouth.
Carrie let her emotions take over. She wrapped her arms around Betty and
pressed her breasts into her aunt's hands, enjoying the touch of Betty's
soft, yet strong fingers. She was in oblivion, with her mother's mouth
glued to that spot that made her wiggle and writhe with ecstasy.
Selma slid her hands under Carrie's ass and flicked and sucked her
daughter's clit ravenously.
Aroused to the point of madness, Betty broke her kiss with Carrie and took
Carrie's hands in hers.
"I want you to touch me down there, baby. We'll make you feel good if you
make us feel good."
Carrie was weak with desire. She let Betty guide her hand to her own
special knob.
"Pinch it and roll it in your fingers, then rub your fingers over it real
fast like this," Betty explained as she demonstrated for Carrie.
Carrie slid her hands into the moistness and began to do as her aunt had
instructed. She rubbed Betty's clit harder and faster, as if by instinct, as
Betty writhed and groaned with each touch. Selma sped up her ministrations
to Carrie's clit until Carrie bucked uncontrollably in a seizure of orgasm.
As she did this, Betty quickly climbed over top of Carrie and positioned
herself over Carrie's mouth.
Instinctively, Carrie began to lick and suck and nibble on Betty's clit as
Selma had done to her. Betty sat on Carrie's face as Carrie fed on her
aunt's pussy hungrily, savoring the salty taste of sex. Betty writhed and
wiggled and ground her pussy into Carrie's mouth until she jerked
spasmodically in orgasm.
Exhausted, Carrie closed her eyes and began to contemplate what had just
happened. She had never felt like this before. She liked it! She wanted to
do it all the time! It relaxed her and it felt wonderful.
"Carrie? Are you okay?" Selma asked.
"Yes, Mom. I feel wonderful!" Carrie exclaimed. "Can we do it again?"
"Sure baby, every day if you want. I guess I'll have to get a bigger bed so
you can sleep with your aunt Betty and me from now on.
"Oh, I can't think of anything a boy could do that would feel as good as
what we just did." Carrie confided in her aunt Betty.
"Oh, they have their good points. Some day I'll show you things that they
do with their good points." Betty teased.