Sabrina Knows, Part 1

by JW

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I lay on my bed breathing heavily. It wasn’t doing soccer drills or running in from the backyard that had me panting. It was the thrill of watching the lady next door play with her pussy. She was a long ways away from where I was practicing but I know what I saw. ‘God I’m so horny... I wish Jodie was here... but she’s not so I’ll have to do myself’ I thought as I slipped my hand under the waistband of my shorts and into my panties.

Jodie came to my old school in the middle of last term. We lived just a couple of miles from the army base and Jodie’s dad was a soldier. She moved around a lot. I really liked her right away she was so free and honest. She’d turned thirteen a couple of months before I met her. I invited her to my twelfth birthday party in June. A lot of my other friends didn’t like her ‘cause she could be a little bossy, and whatever the game was she had to win. When we played anything it was not unusual for the game to end in a wrestling match. It wasn’t serious and no one got hurt but Jodie had a compulsion to show who the boss was.

‘That day up in her bedroom the week after my party... I’ll never forget it’ I reminisced as my fingers got busy. I was still just stroking gently through the hair; just teasing myself as the memories began to unfold.

We had started wrestling over who was going to use the computer first; Jodie won of course. She sat on top of me right up at my shoulders with her butt on my chest. Her crotch was in my face “Eat me!” she commanded triumphantly. I had no idea what she meant. Then she reached down and pulled the crotch of her shorts aside. She had an amazing amount of red fuzzy hair around her pussy. It was kind hard to see clearly because it was so close. I never dreamed I’d be this close to anybody’s coochie. I could see the pink pulpy lips from inside kinda sticking out. Mine didn’t do that. As I was noticing all the details I started to get some really funny feelings in my own cookie. “Eat me” she repeated but this time she said it more softly. I thought that it sounded like begging. Remembering that moment my fingers slipped past my outer lips and started stroking my hot slippery insides. I was recalling the musky smell mingled with the faint smell of pee and the sense of panic I felt. Twisting and thrusting I managed to get out from under her. I’m pretty sure she didn’t try her hardest. We tussled some more and this time I got her down.

As revenge I did the same thing she’d done to me. I sat right up on her chest with her head between my legs. I just sat there for a few seconds catching my breath. I thought about what she had done next, exposing herself, and I was really embarrassed by the thought. I hardly had any hair down there yet and it was so light blonde that you almost couldn’t see it. I’d never though about showing my pussy to anybody before but when I looked down at Jodie she had this stupid grin on her face and it made me mad... so I did it... I pulled my shorts out of the way and started to give her the command.

“Eaaaaahhhhoooooooo” is the way it came out. When I opened my mouth to say ‘eat me’ she stuck her tongue between my lips and licked me all the way from the bottom to the top. The sensation in my tummy was so intense that I couldn’t stand it. I threw myself off and wound up beside her lying on my back. I’d never felt anything like that; I was scared. Part of me wanted to run away, another part wanted for it to never stop. Before I could really come to grips with all the feelings I was having Jodie was kneeling between my legs. She didn’t hesitate at all. Her mouth enveloped my vulva and she started licking and sucking franticly. The brief jolt I had felt when she gave me that first lick was now multiplied a thousand times. The pleasure was so mind boggling that I couldn’t even think about what was causing it. I just let myself go. my body was jerking and all of a sudden a giant wave of electric heat washed over me. I thought I was going to pass out.

Lying on my bed with my hand down my shorts I was stroking the little nub at the top that Jodie had told me was my clit. As the memory of that first climax played in my head, a new one took hold in my new bedroom, in my new house five hundred miles and nearly a year removed from the scene that had gotten me off.

It wasn’t the first time recalling the wrestling match had sent me over the edge, and most probably it wouldn’t be the last. It was what came after, that really changed my life forever. I rolled on my side trapping my diddling hand between my thighs and fell into a dream filled sleep.

In the twilight moments before sleep my mind finished the wrestling scene. After I came Jodie had molded her body against mine. I was sobbing. The sensations had been so foreign, so powerful and so unexpected that I’d emotionally broken down. “Its OK honey... you’re alright sweetie...” I remember her whispering to me on that hard floor. Right now I was in my comfy bed and my endorphin saturated brain flickered out.

The images were fuzzy and shimmery as clothes were shed and Jodie pulled me between her legs on her bedroom floor. The first taste of her sweetness lingered. The soft squishy feel of the red haired vulva under my tongue; the annoying curly hairs in my mouth, all the sights, smells and feelings seemed to swirl and overlap in that timeless world.

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When I awoke I went to my computer to e-mail Jodie. I was so missing her at that moment. I was looking at the photo of her I had stored in my address book when my mind drifted back to that fateful afternoon again.

“How did you ever come up with that?” I’d asked her when we were cuddling later. I’d sort of heard about oral sex but didn’t really know what it meant until an hour ago.

“I, uh...saw my mom do it, uh with...uh, one of her friends” Jodie confided. “Now I watch them all the time” she giggled “it’s so fuckin’ hot!” When she said that my heart skipped a beat and I felt that gnawing feeling reprising in my belly.

“You watched your mom have sex with another woman?” I had to confirm ‘cause I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Yeah!” the she replied with a big smile “d’ya wanna see?”

“Oh my God!” I remembered saying.

“Call your mom and see if you can sleep over. Helen, that’s my mom’s friend, comes over almost every night when my dad’s not here.” The phone call had turned out to be a formality. My mom gave her approval readily and missus Macintyre, Jodie’s mom, seemed overjoyed that Jodie had a distraction for the evening.

We went back to Jodie’s room after dinner and were playing around on Facebook when the door bell rang. Jodie gave me a look of pure glee. “Wait here” she advised and she crept out of the room. Less than two minutes later she returned. “Come on” she said in a stage whisper.

She led me out through the sliding doors in the dinning room onto the huge deck that was attached to the back of the house. Jodie put her finger to her lips indicating that we had to be quite as she tip-toed along the wall. There was light coming onto the deck from another set of patio doors a few steps away. When we got to the edge of the glass my friend crouched down, which allowed me to look over her head. The drapes were drawn but there was a small gap at the side near the frame. It wasn’t much but I could tell right away that I was looking into a bedroom, and it definitely wasn’t Jodie’s. I was wondering what we could possibly see like this but I didn’t dare speak. I could faintly hear the adult voices inside and knew why there was a need for stealth.

I shifted my position so I was directly behind my redheaded friend and what I saw took my breath so completely away that I gasped. Jodie shot me an admonishing glare at the sound. Across the room was a huge closet with mirrored doors. Peeking through the narrow slit between the curtains and the door frame we were able to get a panoramic view of the room reflected in the glass. Missus Macintyre was standing in her underwear kissing a taller auburn haired woman. I correctly assumed the older lady to be Helen. The tall woman was stroking and kneading Jodie’s mom’s butt through her panties as they embraced. Helen had what looked like a trench coat on. After about a minute of the tonsil hockey the older woman gave her partner a playful little shove. Since the edge of the bed was right up against the back of her knees missus Macintyre fell backwards and bounced on the soft surface.

I bit my lip when the last woman standing opened her coat and let it fall to the floor. She had huge tits. They hung down half way to her navel, having to obey the law of gravity. The brownish areolas looked like they were the size of saucers. I hadn’t seen that many mature breasts but these sent a thrill through me that was quite unexpected and powerful. I had just discovered that I was a tittie lover. I finally managed to tear my eyes off Helen’s boobs so I could survey the rest of her physique. She was a little on the plump side through the middle and she had wide full hips. Dead center between those hips was a narrow tuft of auburn hair marking the top of her crease. Even at this long range I could make out the fact that her inner lips protruded quite a bit beyond the seemingly too small outer ones. The full folds were the same dark shade as her enormous areolas.

She sank to her knees and those magnificent udders swayed pendulously while pulled Jodie’s mom’s panties off. I could hear Jodie grunting softly below me. When I looked down I saw that she was squeezing her own little booby and had her other hand embedded in her crotch. It looked like a good idea so I started rubbing my own nearly nonexistent tits and shoved my hand down my shorts.

The action continued inside while I was distracted. Helen had hoisted the slender thighs of her reclining friend onto her shoulders and was apparently lapping the treasure missus Macintyre hid between her legs. The angle and the reflection were very poor for this part of the show. All I could really see was the top of the older woman’s head bobbing up and down, mostly hidden by Jodie’s mother’s leg. I stroked my girlhood and contented myself with watching those incredible mammaries jiggle and wobble.

Missus Macintyre had begun to thrash by this time. She had popped her own substantial boobs out of her bra and was pulling and tugging at her nipples. We could hear her moans and squeals of pleasure muffled by the glass of the door. When her body convulsed and she arched her back I knew the glorious sensations she was feeling and my pussy clenched empathetically. I figured that her mom’s vocal performance would cover Jodie’s little screech of delight as she came almost simultaneously, but when Helen turned her head I wasn’t so sure anymore. She didn’t look directly at the gap on the curtain, it seemed. Her eyes appeared to focus on the center of the sliding door but it scared me anyway. Jodie had shifted off her knees and was sitting on the deck. In the light shining through the gap in the drapes I saw her look of bewildered satisfaction. I decided that discretion was indeed the better part of valor and hauled my spaced- out friend back to her room.

I managed in spite of my renewed arousal to drag my mind back to the here and now. ‘Jodie’ I wrote ‘I can’t get you off my mind. Please write soon and tell me how you are. I miss you so darling; kisses Brie’ After I finished the message and hit send I flopped back on my bed thinking about Helen Carstairs but she had Julie Newton’s face.