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Soon she had learned about her "potential" and discovered some hidden desires. (ff-teens, 1st, mast, oral, anal, voy, fisting, rom) *** I was pouring sweat by the time I finished my workout. 4k run on the treadmill, then 2 hours of lightweights, 20 minutes of stretching will do that for you. I love to keep in shape. After almost three hours of intensive physical pressure, endorphins bouncing inside my system, adrenaline rushing through my veins, I hit the showers ready to explode. Just in time to catch the end of the upstairs women's Yoga class and mix with the gorgeous babes in the dressing room. I took my time undressing, seizing the best looking women; sizing them up, evaluating their bodies, and slowly watching them strip. Finally I spotted the girl I'll watch. She was just my type: petite, with firm mid-size breasts, pointy nipples, flat tummy and a bare cunt. I casually followed her to the showers, slowly soaping myself as I snuck peeks at her. Unfortunately for me, she was oblivious to my looks and surrounded herself with giggling friends. I tried to look casual, but I was highly aroused. My appointment was due, so regretfully I dried myself, wrapped a dry towel around my body and went into the adjacent room for my session with the new masseuse. With the previous one, Marry, an old hand sort to speak, I managed to have a silent accord. I would inadvertently rub her body, and she would "accidentally" masturbate me at the end of each session. I never forgot to leave a very large cash tip when I left, to the mutual benefit of all parties involved. But Mary left and the new masseuse was different. She is a petite young woman, I guess in her mid- twenties, although I might be wrong. You can't really tell how old Asian women are, at least I can't. She is short with silky long jet-black hair, and small pointy breast that defied the tight white T shirt she wore. I lay on the table, and let her gentle hands roam around my body. As her hands neared my lower back, a tender area, I spread my legs apart, in the hope that my silent gesture would hint her to move her hands to the valley between my butt cheeks. But all that accomplished was to drop the towel that covered my ass. The masseuse picked it up gently and put it on the chair. I was completely naked, exposed to her touch. Her hands moved to my buttocks and I felt a strange and arousing tingle as her fingers moved into the crack, lightly touching my sphincter. I desperately wanted a finger to penetrate my ass. But that didn't happen. As the young woman continued to rub me down, ignoring my pussy, I became frustrated. The blood flew freely into my moistening loins and I knew I needed release. The masseuse, however, would have none of that, she rubbed my breasts, but ignored my hard nipples. She massaged my stomach and moved her finger up and down my freshly waxed venues mound, but didn't go down to my engorged clit to give it the happy ending I was craving. At 40 minutes on the dot she finished, picked up the towel from the chair, covered me up and left the room quietly. Frustrated I headed for the showers, again. I didn't feel like masturbating on the bed, although I was sure no one would enter. I knew that as soon as I'd get home I would have a long and vigorous 10' vibrator session that would take care of my urgent need, but wouldn't solve my inherent problem. *** Ever since I can remember myself as a sexual creature, I always had the same problem with sex. I was friendly, bright, not unattractive, liked by me friends and teacher, loved by my parents, I had every reason to be behave as the normal, well adjusted, young woman I was. And still, underneath my confident manner, when it came to sex, I was always the timid little girl. I always wanted, never initiated. I have been married for 12 years now to the love of my life, Peter, my husband and college sweetheart. Pete is a very successful lawyer, who married me for true love. I work as a freelancer Internet Marketing consultant to some well established firms and raise our two beautiful boys: Tom who just turned ten and Richard aged seven. We have what you might call a very comfortable lifestyle: suburban house, two cars, a cabin on the lake, and annual family trips to Europe; The works. We live in the epitome of the American dream. We even have a good sex life. Hard as it is to find, and I should know, because all my friends complain about how soft their sex lives, or lack thereof, are. Pete still takes me once or twice a week, usually on the weekend, and the sex is always good. He is a considerate, sensitive lover, always makes sure that I come at least once or twice. He is my lover and best friend. Really, there is nothing to complain. Yet something is missing. I want more. I need more. I know that Pete has someone on the side to give his sex life a spark. Probably one of the interns at his office, God knows he has plenty of those. He replaces them every six to nine months, fresh out of law school, young, ambitious, attractive women, eager to please. I don't mind. I know, and Pete knows that I know, and Pete knows that as long as he doesn't step outside the carefully drawn lines, and keep his private matters PRIVATE, he has nothing to fear. And he doesn't. Truth be told, I don't really mind. Pete is a very good and kind man, an extremely good father to our boys. He is generous, funny, caring. And if he needs to re stimulate his libido in some young intern's cunt, so be it. It's no reason to break up a totally fortunate relationship. The only problem is I can't find young pussy of my own. From a very young age I've been turned on by women. I think I knew this very early on. At the age of nine I used to rub myself to sleep thinking about Ms. Evans, my 4th grade teacher. Ms. Evans was a young woman, in her early twenties, barely out of college, when she took our class as a sub, for our regular teacher that went on maternity leave. She had the softest brown hair, the bluest eyes and the kindest smile that I ever encountered, and my little heart inexplicably started beating faster every time she was around. I didn't know exactly what was it exactly that I fancied about her, or how, at this age I wasn't aware of sex. Yet somehow, my pussy would get all tingly and moist, whenever I'd think about her, which happened a lot. I found out that if I rub the little knob at the top part, it would eventually go very wobbly and I'd find myself drifting to sleep with my hand still in my panties. I know. It makes me a closet case dyke, which honestly, I don't mind being. Some of us don't need to march the gay parade, or wave some rainbow flag to prove that we are who we are. Some of us are actually content just eating pussy. I leave to struggle to those who want this. I can't initiate anything. I was never able to either. When it comes to sexuality, I am a sub. I have to be picked up. *** Only in my sophomore year in high school, when I was the first and only girl in my class to be chosen for the cheerleading squad, did I get a chance to taste what I really needed. It was winter, and the squad just finished a very long practice. We were about to hit the showers, when a scream from one of the early birds that actually stepped in, told us that the heating system was broken. Faced with a choice of a very cold shower or going home smelling of sweat was not really a brainer. Within seconds everyone was packing their stuff into their bags and fleeing out the door. Everyone except Cindy Hamilton, the head cheerleader, who was the blondest girl in a school full of blondes, with the tightest ass in school full of tight assed Norwegian descendants, and stacked with the finest, firmest set of tits in a school. At sixteen, Cindy stood 5'7, gorgeous with a wicked sense of humor, and was really, really, smart. She had a built in component that allowed her to roll the other girls around her little finger, not to mention the boys, who constantly had an on-going hard-on in her presence. Somehow, I didn't know why, she took a shine to me. It was her idea to have sophomore tryouts for the squad, honor that traditionally was held for the senior classes. I was a very good athlete, long distance field runs and a fair swimmer; loner's sports not a team player. When I reluctantly did my routine, without really expecting to achieve any goal, she chose me, to my eternal surprise and the envy of all my classmates, convincing everyone including the coach, that "I had the greatest 'potential' of them all." But we never actually talked aside from the occasional instructions she handed out in the absence of the coach. As it happens, Cindy stayed behind in the locker room after everyone cleared out, neatly packing her gym. I turned to leave, when she spoke. "Grace". I froze, but then I realized that I was spoken to, and turned around. "Wait", she said. It wasn't really a command, and her voice was pleasant enough, but I wouldn't have been able to move, if a tractor was pulling my leg. "Are you in a hurry?" "N-no, not really", I managed to say. It was true; my parents wouldn't be home until very late. "Good", Said Cindy, "I really wanted to talk to you about the routine and about your workout with the squad. After all, I am a squad leader and I need to get to know all the girls in my squad". "S-sure", I managed to stutter. She took her bag and walked to the door. As she passed me by she put her hand on my back and with a sure gesture motioned me through the door. "So, where do you live?" she asked. "In Pine Grove", it was a well to do neighborhood, not too fancy, but financially my folks did Okay. "I live in Kings Cross," she said. Neutrally, the richest neighborhood in town, "We can go back to my place, if you don't mind and then I'll drop you off when we are done." I just nodded, and then tagged along, not knowing what to say. Why would the most popular girl in school bother with me? We got into her car, and drove to her place. The house was huge. It was more a mansion then a house. Huge two story house surrounded by an even bigger lawn. Cindy parked her Toyota at the back, and we walked through the lawn that stretched all the way to the pool, to a wooden deck that took us to the back entry to the house. It was very quiet. Cindy saw the expression on my face. "My parents are away to some medical convention in Hawaii that my dad had to go to. My mum joined him, and Rachelle, she's my older sister, is out. So we have the house to ourselves. Are you thirsty?" I can get you something to eat, if you want. I'm hungry, and I'm sure Clara, our house keeper, left some dinner for me." I was really hungry, but felt shy. So I just nodded. We headed to the huge, industrial size kitchen, where Cindy pulled out of the fridge a huge bowl with pasta and meat bowls, and stuck it into a microwave. While it was warming up, Cindy asked what I'd like to drink. I asked for a sprite. "Would you like a glass of white wine?" asked Cindy, "I always have a glass." "I don't know," I mumbled, "I never tried it before". "Oh, I'm sure you'll love it it's a Chardonnay. It's very soft". She had a way of making me feel comfortable. I felt like there was a definite destination that we are heading to. I had no idea what she wanted from me, or why me, but I felt relaxed. As I said, Cindy had that quality about her. She was the driver. I was there for the ride; occupying the passenger seat. She pulled out two wine glasses from a cupboard, an open wine bottle from the fridge, and poured it. "Won't your parents be angry?" I managed a question. She smiled, but it wasn't a joyful smile. "Not likely. My parents won't be home until the end of the week, and even if they were, they'll never pay attention. Clara knows, but doesn't really care; all she wants is to keep her job. She'll just replace the bottle." The microwave buzzed. Cindy pulled the bowl out, moved the pasta and meatballs into two plates and we sat down to eat. They were the best meatballs I ever had, and I told that to Cindy. She laughed. "Clara is Italian, from Sardinia; she says that everything spicy comes from her town. She is a very good cook." We devoured the food. Cindy raised her glass of wine. "Here's to firsts," she said. I raised my glass and drank the wine. It was very cold and tasty, kind of fruity but in a nice way. I emptied my glass in two long sips, and Cindy refilled my glass again. There was plenty of food, way more than one person could eat, and we both took seconds. The second round was slower, and in between I drank two more glasses of Chardonnay. When I finished, I raised my head and saw Cindy looking at me with a faint smile. I felt myself blushing. "I was hungry, and this was really good," I remembered my manners, "Thank you." "You're welcome," she said softly, "You looked like you needed that. And I'm glad I invited you over". The worm glow flushed through my body. I felt very lightheaded; I didn't know what to attribute this to, the food, maybe the company? Or was it the wine? It was definitely the wine. I felt warm all over. "I know what else I need know," continued Cindy. I gave her a puzzled look. "A shower, I'm so sticky, that I just have to get out of these cloths". She was right; the sweat from the uniform has found its way to the sweatshirt I had put on. "C'mon," Cindy rose and picked up her plate, "Let's go upstairs." I rose to follow her, but as soon as I did, I felt dizzy, the wine has gone from my head to my toes in a heartbeat and I stood there, trying to catch my balance. Cindy saw that a giggled. She seemed flushed too. "Take it easy, Grace, it's the wine. It happens when you're not used to drinking." I giggled. It was the wine. I wasn't properly drunk, but definitely tipsy. The warm glow seemed to spread through my body. We headed upstairs. Climbing the stairs behind Cindy, I could see her perfect buttocks bouncing underneath her short cheerleader's dress. And that familiar tingle in my pussy was there again. I concentrated on her ass, as we went up. The house was huge, and we passed along several big rooms on our way to Cindy's which was located at the back of the hall. Right before the end, Cindy stopped, opened of a cupboard and took out two large, soft, white towels. She opened up her bedroom door and invited me in. I entered and froze. I stood there, dumbstruck. *** Cindy's room was as beautiful as I have ever seen in any magazine. It was painted with warm pastel colors: Cream, peach, pinks and light blue. A thick wall to wall rug had unique patterns weaved into it. A Huge apron was hanging atop of a large king size bed that was covered with silk white sheets. One side of the room was a glass door that opened to a balcony overlooking the backyard and the pool. The other wall was covered with mirrors. A huge screen TV was positioned in front of the bed, and across from that, on the far side of the room, there was a niche for her work area with a table and computer. Cindy was oblivious to my dazzled state. She just walk in dumped her bag on the floor and began to strip. She took of her uniform, reached back and undid her bra, then she turned around, and I saw the most beautiful girl in the world, standing in front of me bare breasted, in white slip cotton panties, her perfect nipples small and pink and erect. She smiled at me, "Are you just going to stand there, or are you coming in? C'mon, it's not like you haven't showered with girls before." Which was true; sort of. I did shower with girls before, but always toward the end. And always petrified to be caught looking at the other girls. At 14, I was slim; 4'9 feet, I had a flat tummy and strong legs from cross country running. My hair was dirty blond and like my grandfather, I had grey eyes and cleft chin. From my mom I got the high chick bones which she always told me gave my face "Character." I knew I was far from being ugly, but I was also acutely aware that I was far from being pretty. Not Cindy's professional Barbie league/teen magazine standards, anyway. My boobs just moved from the pitiful A to the insulting B size cup. My ass was as flat as a boy, and my hips didn't get the womanly hourglass shape. Worst of all, my pussy hasn't flowered. After checking myself regularly in front of the mirror in my bedroom, I couldn't deny, that my outer vagina lips hadn't parted, like all the other girls I managed to sneak a look at. Save for a few sparse hairs above my venues mound, I was as bald as a little girl. All that processed data rushed through my mind as Cindy was standing in front of me like a semi naked goddess, waiting for me to strip. I blushed furiously. My heart was racing in a dangerous speed, and I froze. Luckily, Cindy wasn't impressed. She came over, tugged my sweatshirt along with the shirt underneath upwards, and pulled. I had no choice but to obediently lift my arms up and allow her to lift the shirt over my head. Next she pulled my shorts down my legs and left them hanging over my ankles. I stepped out of them, standing in front of the head cheerleader in my sports bra and my sweat soaked cotton panties. Cindy took a step back, and slowly inspected me from top to bottom, paying close attention to my small breasts. I was blushing all over. Then she casually reached and unclipped my bra. The bra snapped and came forward. Instinctively I closed my arms, and caught it with my arms. Cindy looked at me. She didn't say anything, but then again, she didn't have to. We both knew what she wanted, and both of us knew who was in charge. I released my arms, and the bra fell to the floor. Cindy released a deep breath. She was looking straight at my titties. Then she got a grip on herself, with a swift motion she pulled down her panties, and stood there, looking at me. I could not take my eyes off her pussy. It was as smooth and as perfect as a peach. Her two pussy lips were partly open and the clitoral hood was peeking from the top of her crack. Her tiny pussy was like a flower that just blossomed. Cindy just stood there, letting me soak my eyes at her perfection. Finally I raised my eyes, and saw her looking at me. Without a word, I put my hands through the sides of my waistband, and pushed my panties down. Cindy gasped. Now her eyes were transfixed on my pussy, and I knew that she liked what she saw. The tingle in my pussy began to pulse. Then with an effort, Cindy turned around and headed for her private bathroom door. I took off my shoes and followed her in. *** Cindy had a walk in shower. By the time that I joined her, she was already in it, checking the water temperature. She motioned me to come in, and I joined her. The water was warm and Cindy took the adjustable showerhead and used it to pour water on my hair. With one hand she held the water above my head and with the other she caressed my breasts, lightly tugging and pulling my nipples. "OMG," I thought to myself. "I just died and gone to heaven." A current went through my body, like an electric shock that expanded from my core and rippled throughout my body. My knees gave out, I lost my balance but somehow managed to support myself, by leaning on the glass wall of the shower, and remain standing. Cindy continued pouring water on both of us. She started rubbing herself against my hip. I felt her hard nipples crushing against the side of my arm, and her pussy lips opening against my side bone. The heat generated from between her legs sent waves of pleasure between my own; in all accounts, I was way past soaking wet. Cindy put the showerhead back, poured some sweet smelling soap on her hands, and began to rub it all over my body. She started rubbing me methodically from shoulders to back. Then she moved to my chest, soaped my tits and paid close attention to my stiff nipples. Suddenly she tugged, twisted and pinched them hard. The pain was shocking. I came. The orgasm was so intense, that I think I actually blacked out. But Cindy pressed herself into me, and held me up. She lowered her hand to my stomach, soaped my rib cage, and then, continued lower. Over my mound, her fingers found my folds and spread them open. With her soap soaked hand she inserted a finger inside me. Waves of pleasure began to concentrate again, I breathed heavier than I ever did before and spread my legs a little more to allow her better accesses. Pressure began to build inside me again. I bucked my hips back and forth, forcing her finger deeper. But Cindy had other plans. She pulled her finger out of me before I could come again. I gasped in disappointment. But not for long, Cindy kneeled behind me. With both hands she spread my butt cheeks open, exposing my tight anus. I closed my eyes, stopped breathing and waited. When her soap covered hand reached my sphincter, I began to moan, my muscle involuntarily contracted, but the finger just circled around the closed muscle and gently eased it. The signals that came from my tight muscles were overwhelming. I remembered to breath. A loud groan came out of the bottom of my chest, when Cindy's finger penetrated my rectum. She eased her finger passed the first knuckle, pulled it back and then inserted the finger all the way to the second knuckle. Then she began inserting and retracting her finger into and out of my rectum, masturbating my anus, while stimulating my clit with her other hand. It only took a few seconds before I felt the orgasm build inside my core. Finally, Cindy pushed her middle finger all the way through my tormented muscle and bent the finger upwards, pressuring my G spot through the thin membrane of my anal canal. That sent me over the edge. When I came, it was like a volcano that cannot be stopped. This time the orgasm was so powerful, I couldn't stand anymore. I collapsed in the shower with Cindy's finger still buried deep inside my anal passage. Cindy seemed content. She gently hugged me, kissed me on the check, and picked me to my feet like a little girl. She took the shower head and washed the both of us. Exhausted, I stood there while she soaped and washed herself. Quietly I let her pull me out of the shower and dry me with those big, fluffy towels she bought. After that she took me by the hand, and led me naked to her bed. I just lay there. I couldn't really move. The orgasm was so powerful that I was in no condition to pose any objections. Cindy hovered over me, gently caressing my body, sending gentle currents of sensual pleasure through my spine. She lowered her tit into my mouth and I attached my lips to her nipples, sucking gently sucking on it, like a child. After a few moments of alternating between sucking and biting on her nipple, Cindy let out a loud groan. I hadn't realized how hungry with lust she must have been. She hadn't come yet, but was desperate to have this rectified. She pulled her nipple from my mouth and sat higher, bringing her perfect pussy to my mouth. It smelled like fresh soap and radiated with the heat that I felt before. From under her, I could see her clit pocking from underneath the clitoral hood. I reached and with both hands, split her pussy lips apart and got a magnificent view of her pink flesh, lubricated with her woman's dew. I lifted my head and bought my tongue inside her lips and drank down her nectar. The touch must have been too much for her, because she pulled the back of my head into her soaking cunt, and began rubbing her juices all over my face. Cindy was in frenzy like a woman possessed, grinding herself into me, smearing my face with her love nectar. At one point I opened my mouth, and bit her clit. She immediately started coming, and coming, and coming, for what seemed like a few minutes. Her body was violently shaking. When she finished, she rolled over to the side, and lay there with her back to me, exhausted, moaning and panting, like she's just come off a 10 mile run. I reached out, hugged her from behind, moving my body closer, spooning together. My arms were wrapped around her, my lips kissing gently the back of her neck, inhaling the mixed scent of soap and sweat and musk. Sex was in the air, and I just lay there; basking in it. *** We just lay there, for a while. Finally Cindy rolled over and faced me, smiling. I looked at her and smiled back. "How…," I started to ask, but let my question dissolve. She smiled again, reached her hand a caressed my face. "I just knew, the first moment I saw you that you are just like me." "I'm not like you," I protested, "I wish I was. But I'm not as pretty as you, and I don't have as many friends as you." "Shhhh," she hushed me. "You are exactly like me, I'll show you." Cindy reached into her side drawer, and pulled out a KY tube. She applied some lubricant on her middle finger. "Pull up your legs and hug your knees to your chest," she instructed me, "spread your legs for me." Obediently I complied. "Higher," she said. Then, satisfied, she started gently rubbing my perineum and sphincter with lubricant. Tingling sensation started roaming through my body. I spread my legs even wider, exposing myself to her touch. After a while, she started forcing her finger against my sphincter, pushing her finger into my anal passage. I gasped when her first knuckle penetrated me, but she kept on pushing; in and out, in and out, going further past the second knuckle, keeping the momentum; in and out, in and out. Finally, her whole middle finger was buried in my anus. She let it sit there for a while, her other fingers lay on the side of my vagina. Then she started moving the buried finger further up, bringing her other knuckles to the tight muscle surrounding her finger. Then she pulled out. I looked at her, disappointed. But Cindy just smiled. She reached to her side drawer, opened it again, and pulled out a long rounded plastic tube with a pointy end. At 14 I have never seen a vibrator, let alone use one myself. I didn't even understand where this was going. But Cindy did. She skillfully applied more lube on the rugged tip of the vibrator and rubbed it along its entire length. When she bought the vibrator to my back entrance, my sphincter contacted. This was much thicker than Cindy's finger. Involuntarily the muscle contracted. "Shhhh... Little one," whispered Cindy, "don't be afraid." With that assurance she lowered her mouth to my anus, and started licking my butt hole. The sensation coming from that tongue of hers was amazing. Pretty soon the muscle eased, and Cindy's tongue found its way past the muscle barrier and into my anus. Cindy sat up, with two fingers she spread my rectum, and with her other hand placed the tip of the vibrator into the center of my butt-hole and expertly pushed forward. The vibrator's entire narrow part slid in. It hurt, but not as much as I feared. There was a feeling of stretching that I hadn't felt before. Cindy leaned forward, with one hand on the vibrator keeping it from being pushed out; and kissed me on the lips. Her kiss tasted of honey and sex, as her tongue rolled in my mouth, exploring me. I closed my eyes and kissed her back. I felt the entire vibrator being pushed into me. It was the wider part of the vibrator, and this really hurt. I screamed, "take out, it hurts, please take it out," but Cindy kept on pushing. It hurt so much that I started crying, but Cindy just kissed me harder, and kept her hand on the vibrator, keeping my anal ring from contracting and pushing it out. I lay there, crying, in excruciating pain, but Cindy wouldn't take the plastic vibrator out of my ass. After a while, the pain subsided. Instead of a sharp pain, it became a pulsing, numb pain, as my muscle began accommodating itself to the pressure. I stopped crying, and Cindy kissed me on the lips again, and then licked off my tears. She reached to the back of the vibrator, turned the switch on, and the head started rolling over in my rectum. It was a queer sensation. The pain was still there, yet something else was too. A faint signal of pleasant sensation, as the head of the vibrator rotated against the nerves in my rectum. Cindy began moving the vibrator inside of me, strange excitement on her face. Involuntary, primal reaction took hold of me. My hips started to rotate accommodating the phallic instrument that filled my anal orifice. This seemed to turn Cindy even more. She grabbed my right nipple between her finger and thumb, and pinched it, hard. She pulled and twisted the little knob; like she was going to tear it apart. I screamed in pain, which excited Cindy even more. She kept on pinching and tugging on my nipples, alternating between left and right all the while pushing the rotating vibrator inside of me. The accumulating pain from my tormented nipples, merged with the strange sensation that was rippling from inside my rectum drove me wild. Before I knew what was happening, I started cumming. If the shower orgasm was the strongest sensation I ever felt, it was paled in compression to what I was having now; my entire body, every muscle, every fiber in my being convolved and contracted around the vibrator. I didn't know how I was feeling. There was pain. There was pleasure. There was way too much, of both. And they shouldn't merge, yet they did. My body was violently shaking, sweat coming of every pour in my body. I screamed. It was a long and high scream, from the top of my lungs, and it seemed to go on forever. It was the sum of pain and pleasure that my body had been subjected to. This time, I did faint. *** When I came about, Cindy was looking straight at me, smiling. She leaned forward and lightly kissed me on my lips. "Hey," she said, "how are you?" I managed a faint smile. Cindy took a small damp cloth, and wiped my forehead. "That was amazing," she said, "you are amazing, little one." I blushed. I liked being called 'little one,' although Cindy was only two years older than I was, it made me feel secure, somehow. As though everything will be taken care of, as long as I submit to her will. Cindy moved the damp cloth downward, and was now gently wiping away the excess lubricant from my puckered anus. The area was tender, but her assured touch made it feel nice. "How… Like… I mean, where did you learn to do this?" I asked. Cindy smiled. "When I was seven, my parents hired an Au Pair. She was an English girl. Her name was Jenny, she was nineteen and wanted to study over here, in the States, to become a nurse. So my parents agreed to sponsor her for a two year employment plan. One evening, about a week after she started working here, my parents went to a fundraiser or something, and they wouldn't be home 'till late. They told Jenny that I have to be in bed by nine. So at eight thirty, Jenny came in and told me to go and shower. I didn't really want to, but Jenny was strict and finally, I agreed. I wanted to wash by myself. "I am a big girl now," I told her, "I don't need help." "I know you don't," replied Jenny, "but your parents pay me to watch over you, so I'll tell you what. You go into the shower and wash by yourself, and I'll just watch you. How is that?" It seemed like a fair compromise, so we went into the main bathroom. Jenny sat on the toilet, and watched me prepare. But I was too shy to take off my cloths in front of a stranger. "What's the matter?" asked Jenny. I blushed, "You're looking." Jenny understood. "Would it make it easier for you if I took off my cloths too?" I nodded. Jenny stood up. She was a very slim woman, with beautiful green eyes and a long brown ponytail. She was wearing a simple dark blue cotton dress, which was buttoned in the front. So she unbuttoned the dress, unclipped her simple bra and took off her light blue cotton panties. Her tits were very firm, and her nipples were brown and pointy. Her hips were well defined and her stomach had squares. Lower I saw her bush. I have never seen such muscular stomach before. Jenny saw me stare at her stomach and laughed. "You like, little one?" she said in a proud voice. I did. "Would you like to touch it?" asked Jenny. I nodded. Jenny walked over, took my hand, and placed it over her stomach, then started rubbing my hand all over, in circular motion. My palm was sweaty, but I felt really good, and my pussy started tingling. Then Jenny directed my hand lower, in between her thighs. Her brown triangle shaped bush was soft and trimmed, but she drove my hand lower, and I could feel her wetness. Jenny held my hand there for a while, and rubbed herself against it. Then, she abruptly stopped. "Okay," she said, "now, it's your turn". I stripped too. We both climbed into the tub. Jenny stated showering me. Then she asked if I would like to soap her. I did, and Jenny laid in the tub, and let me rub soap all over her back. As I reached lower, she stood on all four and tilted her ass upwards, her legs were spread apart. "Now you have to wash my tush," she said. It's very important to wash inside as well as the outside, so use a lot of soap, sweetie." I was afraid and appalled, to put my hands in her tushy; it seemed so rude. But Jenny insisted, so I did. And she enjoyed that very much. Then she turned around, leaned back in the tub, and sat me between her legs. She proceeded in soaping me all over. She played with my nipples, then she put her fingers inside me, and I was cumming in no time. Then she turned me around so I could face her, she took her finger, and started playing with my butt. That was SOOOO good. She only played with my ass on the outside, but I came within a few seconds. After that evening, she did everything with me and to me. I loved her, I still do." *** Cindy looked at me and smiled. "I knew that you're like me, just like Jenny knew I was like her. You really have to love and trust somebody, to let them hurt you." I just lay there, transfixed on this gorgeous babe, who was stark naked in bed with me, and knew that every single word she told me was true. She looked at me and the said "Now it's my turn. I want you to do it to me." I nodded. Again, Cindy reached to the side draw, and pulled out a 7' red dildo. It was fat and slippery, and I just stared at her. Surly she can't think that she is going to take all of this in her pussy. Cindy saw the expression on my face and laughed. "Don't worry. I had plenty of experience." She applied some KY on the dildo and skillfully masturbated the flaccid rubber cock. When she was satisfied, she handed it over to me. From the top of the bed she pulled a pillow, and lay over it, with her gorgeous ass raised upwards. With both hands she spread her butt cheeks open, "C'mon Grace, time to return the favor." "Cindy, I can't put this in your ass, it'll tear you apart." She just smiled at me, "Don't worry, I've done it before. But never with someone as pretty as you." It made me feel good. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. I pulled the KY from the tube and applied it on her anal ring. It was brown and wrinkled and beautiful, and I just had to kiss and penetrate it. I remembered how Cindy had popped my anal cherry, and desperately wanted to do the same. I pushed my index finger in her anus. It penetrated easily, all the way to the end. Then I decided that maybe I should add another finger. I pulled out the first finger and inserted two fingers together. They went in just as easy. The third finger followed, and then the forth, and all of them were taken in by Cindy's flexible anal ring. Cindy was breathing heavy now. "Oh, baby, that's it. Like this, just like this." I decided to take all my fingers and push them together all at once. I pushed, for a second it looked like I won't go through, but then, all of a sudden the sphincter gave in and my entire fist was buried inside Cindy's ass. She screamed in pain, and was about to pull out, when Cindy turned to me, grabbed my arm and told "Keep it in me, just keep it in me". I held my fist inside Cindy for a while, and then, remembered how she did me, started to push my arm forward. Cindy gasped is pain, but I knew that she liked it. She rose on all for, with my hand buried inside her anal passage; she started to rock her body back and forth, using my arm as a dildo. As she pushed backward, more and more of my arm's length was swallowed inside her. Her rocking became more and more hectic. Then I remembered what it felt like when Cindy turned on the rotation on the vibrator. I opened up my fist, moving my fingers inside her. That drove Cindy wild. She started cumming, as her hips bucked back and forth, up and down, with my arm inside her. Finally, she let out a scream and collapsed back exhausted, panting heavily on the pillow, with my arm still buried, almost elbow deep inside her ass. I pulled it out, reached for the cloth that I used before. First I wiped my arm clean, and then I used it on Cindy's bum hole, cleaning up some blood that came out of her rectum. I remembered how incredibly overwhelming my orgasm was, and let Cindy enjoy hers. She just lay there, naked and beautiful, and I lightly ran my fingers all over her back. It didn't even dawn on me, that I just fucked the most beautiful girl in school. She turned around and gave me a tiered smile. "I told you that you are like me, little one." I smiled back, "I guess I am." "Where did you learn to fist-fuck?" she asked me. "I don't know. It seemed to work, I guess." "Well," she reached over for me, and we melted into a hug, "I guess, that my guess about you was right. You are an anal slut." I was so proud of myself, I wanted to cry. To be continued? Or not? Suggestions will be greatly appreciated. Sungun2@gmail.com All rights reserved. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 76