Sabrina Knows, Part 2

by JW

I found out that missus Carstairs was the wife of the Army Base Commander. Jodie had learned in the short time she’d been there that Helen made it her unofficial business to make sure the wives and families of all the soldiers newly posted there were properly looked after. She was prepared to help in any and every way. When she told me about it my coochie started to hum. I asked her if missus ‘C’ had ever shown any interest in her and she said she thought so but that she’d never really done anything about it. I couldn’t get the Base Commander’s wife’s tits out of my mind.

“She always wants to help out the wives and families of the soldiers; right” she said as if she’d just had an epiphany.

“That’s what you told me” I replied trying to imagine where she was going.

“What if we like invited her over, like just to see what she’d do?” My stomach did a flip as I tried to keep up with my friend’s advanced thinking, but I was starting to get the idea.

“You mean like see if we could get her to like go down on us?” I could hardly believe that those words had actually come out of my mouth.

“Yeah! Wha-da-ya think?” She asked and my cookie started to tingle.

“I think it sounds like fun!” I responded and was suddenly breathless. Jodie started to giggle too and said,

“Maybe we could like make her really want to... and...and then like not let her.” That’s when I knew she was evil.

“How do we get her over here? And like your mom can’t be here; right?” I proposed.

“Just leave it to me. I’ve got an idea that... ya know... needs a little work.” It was amazing; here were two girls whose combined ages weren’t half of the Base Commander’s Wife’s plotting her seduction. I almost peed myself in the excitement.

Everyday for the next week I hounded poor miz Macintyre about how her plan was coming but she just kept telling me to be patient. We had developed a ritual, a habit really, of going back to her place everyday after school for a wild game of sixty-nine. I must say that we were both becoming accomplished pussy munchers.

Finally the day arrived that Jodie came to school looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. She pulled me aside before our first class that Thursday morning.

“OK it’s all set for this weekend” she beamed.

“The weekend!” I squealed. That was the best ‘cause we’d have lots of time. “How did you manage it?”

“Well my dad was due some leave and he and mom have wanted to go up to the mountains ever since we got here. I like convinced my mom that they’d have more fun if they like went without me.”

“And they agreed?” it surprised me that her parents would leave her alone for that long.

“That’s the best part!” Jodie was almost jumping up and down with excitement “I like convinced her to ask missus ‘C’ if she’d like look in on me and like make sure everything was OK and missus ‘C’ agreed” I thought she’d burst she was so proud of herself. I hugged her and we danced around the hall. All our classmates were looking at us like we’d lost it. The only problem now was how to make it to Saturday. As I recall it was the longest forty-eight hours of my life.

I lay on my bed reliving the events last June. Every once in a while our new neighbor’s face would mysteriously appear. The way she’d looked me over when she’d brought the casserole yesterday had ignited my curiosity. I was a sex starved twelve year old, if such a thing was possible. It was all Jodie’s fault; sweet wonderful adventurous evil Jodie. I tried hard to remember how I had been before that wrestling match, before she’d introduced me to oral sex. I couldn’t go back. Once that door was opened there was no closing it. I’d had practically non stop access to sexual gratification and now, with this move, it was cut off. I really needed to do something about that.

I started to gently stroke my pubes on top of my shorts as I thought about showing missus Newton my panties. It was amazing how similar her look had been to the one missus Carstairs had that Saturday evening last June. With my eyes closed and my hand making circles on my crotch I was transported back to Jodie’s house again.

Jodie and I agreed that I would come over around noon. Her parents would want to get an early start on their mini vacation and she was sure they’d be out of the house by ten. My diabolical red-haired friend had told me to bring my yellow dress. I protested because the yellow cotton dress was at least a size too small and just barely covered my bum. “That’s exactly why I want you to bring it honey” I remember her giggling.

I kissed my mom goodbye and took my little ‘Dora’ overnight bag. I’d slept over at Jodie’s so many times that mom didn’t even check anymore. I was trying to be as casual as I could but as soon as I rounded the corner I broke into a full run all the way to the Macintyre’s house. My friend greeted me at the door with an excited hug. Then she practically dragged me down the hall to her parent’s bedroom. “We’re gonna make ourselves irresistible” she chirped and sat me down at her mother’s make up table. For the next hour or so Jodie showed me how to put on the eye-liner and mascara, followed by the blush and the lipstick. It took a couple of tries for me to get it right but when we were finished, and I looked in the mirror, I realized that it aged me at least five years. Except for having practically no chest I could have passed for sixteen and so could Jodie. My make-up instructor even had the breasts to help her pull it off.

After we’d dolled ourselves up at the make-up table, my friend asked if I’d brought the yellow dress. I pulled it out of my Dora bag and she told me to put it on. We both stripped out of our shorts and T shirts. Jodie had on the little bra that she sometimes wore. I stood there in my best panties, white cotton with lace trim and a little bow that sat just below my belly button, and watched my experienced friend pull a knit dress over her head. The dress had an open weave to it; I think you call it crocheted. I figure that it must have had some kind of liner or something that was missing ‘cause I could see Jodie’s underwear through the holes. The light green knit material clung to her body closely defining the curves she was beginning to develop. “Do you like it?” she said and did a twirl. I liked her naked better and I said so. “Yeah but we have a visitor coming and we must be properly attired” she said in a snooty kind of voice and we both giggled.

For the rest of the afternoon we goofed around on her computer playing games and going through stuff on U-Tube and Facebook just wastin’ time. We got so wrapped up in it that we almost missed the doorbell when it rang. Jodie told me to go answer the door, “You look more presentable than I do” was her reasoning. Yeah, right... me in a dress that was a size to small and was short to begin with. The hem of the skirt couldn’t have been three inches below my pussy. I had to admit that at least my underwear didn’t show; as long as I didn’t bend at all that is. My diabolical friend was afraid it was the paperboy collecting of somebody canvassing for donations. She needn’t have worried. I opened the door and found myself at eye level with those guns, but they were in their holsters this time. The first thing I saw was the buttons on the sky blue silk blouse under enough tension to pucker the thin material. Missus Carstairs’ exceptionally supportive lingerie held her melons out as if they were on a platter.

My eyes would have eventually made it up to her face but in the meantime Jodie came to the rescue. “Hi missus ‘C’... I didn’t expect you this early... this is my friend Sabrina” she greeted our guest as she stepped in behind me.

“Hello Sabrina” she said giving me a sweeping look that made me tingle all over “... I was on my way back to the base after shopping so I thought I might as well swing by and make sure you were OK with dinner.” The Base Commander’s wife wasn’t a tall woman but she was still a little more than a head taller than Jodie. As I mentioned I was eye height with her bust.

“You must be psychic missus ‘C’!” Jodie said immediately “We tried to order a pizza, but they called back and wanted to speak to a grown up... When I told them there wasn’t one here they said they wouldn’t deliver.” It wasn’t a lie; it just didn’t happen today. It happened a couple of weeks ago. I stared in amazement at my redheaded friend ‘How does she come up with this stuff on the spur of the moment like that?’

“Could you order it for us... I’ve got the money and everything. It’s just if we have to walk over it’ll be cold when we get back.” Jodie sounded so forlorn, it was breaking MY heart. My eyes had finally managed to make it up to the auburn haired Colonel’s wife’s face and saw how she was eye-balling both of us. There was a phone right beside the door and Jodie gave her the number. “Just pepperoni and double cheese... large” my inspired friend instructed as the busty fifty something dialed the number. I sat on the stairway that lead up to a little loft. The dress was so short that there was no way there was enough material to cover when I sat. Missus Carstairs was kind of looking around while she was on hold. When she saw me on the stairs she kind of jumped and looked the other way. I thought it was kinda funny but when I looked down I realized that most of my underwear was in plain view. I looked at Jodie and she had this big grin on her face; she’d seen it too.

When she hung up the phone she informed us in an irritated tone “They said it’ll be an hour!”

“They’re always really busy on Saturday evening... but they have the best pizza” Jodie assured her. I caught missus ‘C’ sneaking side long glances at me on the stairs.

“Maybe I better stick around... incase they give you any hassle when they deliver it” she said looking at her watch.

“It’s OK... you don’t have too missus ‘C’” Jodie said but her voice implied that she did want her to stay.

“It’s not a problem... I’ve got time” the Base Commander’s wife conceded and now she was looking directly at me. “You two are kind of dressed up for an evening at home... does your mom know you’re wearing all that make up? Have you got a date or something... you’re not planning on having any boys over are you?”

“Boys... ugh!” I spat in true eleven year old girl contempt.

“We’ve got a date with each other” Jodie giggled. Missus Carstairs looked from Jodie to me and back. She had a really strange look on her face; sorta nervous.

“Oh, and what are you going to do on your date?” the older woman queried. There was something expectant almost hopeful in her voice but her face still looked strained as if she were struggling with some dilemma. She was speaking to Jodie and I could see her kind brown eyes scanning my redheaded friend’s underwear clad figure barely disguised by the open weave of the green crocheted dress.

“Well, we found some magazines that mom has, showing girls kissing and stuff” she said in a conspiratorial whisper. “We were gonna try some of the stuff they’re doing.” At first missus Carstairs went kinda pale. She opened her mouth like she was gonna say something but no words came out. She took time out from her visual caress of Jodie to glance over at me still sitting on the stairs showing off my lace trimmed cotton drawers. Her pallor did a complete reversal. The bright pink hue seemed to rise up from her neck until her whole face was flushed. Her mouth was still open but her silence continued. Jodie moved in for the kill. Stepping closer to our victim until she was almost touching her, my redheaded friend went up on her toes to get closer to the blushing woman’s ear and whispered

“They’re doing other things in the pictures too.” Missus ‘C’ made a sound like clearing her throat but it could also have been a moan. That’s when I noticed that new bumps had appeared on top of each of her boobs. The little lumps stood out like gumballs dimpling the blue silk blouse. My cookie got all tingly as I recalled seeing her huge nipples through the gap in the bedroom curtain. I had a powerful urge to suck on them. Helen’s voice was a little raspy when she said

“What kinds of things?”

“Well... in a lot of the pictures they’re hugging... naked.” Jodie was still speaking very quietly as if it were all a secret. “In some of them they’re kissing each other ... you know... down there” the ‘down there’ part was said so softly that it was barely audible but she illustrated her meaning with a hand gesture toward her girlhood. Missus Carstairs cleared her throat again

“So you... you and... uh Sabrina were going to... uh, try that?” Now her voice was squeaky and weak sounding.

“Uh huh... ‘sept we’re not really sure exactly what to do... ‘cause... ‘cause ya can’t really see too good in the pictures.” Jodie’s explanation was punctuated by a sound from the older woman that was definitely a groan. “We were hopin’ that... uh, maybe... uh you could, like help us.” At this point my eloquent friend paused and looked her [our] prey right in the eye. I was looking back and forth between the two of them like a spectator at a tennis match. Missus ‘C’ was still flushed and her face had tightened into something I can only call a grimace. Jodie’s bright blue eyes were sparkling when she added “... ‘cause I... we know you and mom sometimes do stuff like that.” I was shocked that she came right out and told her we’d been spying on her and missus Macintyre. ‘What if she gets mad...what if we get in trouble?’ my eleven year old brain was already conjuring the potential punishment.

Helen grabbed the telephone table for support and for a second I thought she was gonna fall down. Her knees seemed to buckle and she made another unintelligible sound. At this point Jodie started to run her hand slowly up and down the arm of the silk blouse. “Won’t you help us Helen, pleeeasse... we really want to learn.” The use of her first name seemed to help restore her and she stood up straight. It didn’t look like she was mad at all. Being part of the conspiracy, I realized I should get into the action, so I crept over from the stairs and started stroking her other arm. The occasional minor collisions with outer surface of the trussed up melon were not accidental.

Looking up sweetly into her face, and batting my big blue eyes for effect I echoed my redheaded friend’s plea. Right before my eyes the expression on her face changed and I felt most of the tension flow out of her arm. “Do you girls know how much trouble I could get into?”

“Why should you get into trouble?” Jodie asked innocently “we want you to show us.”

“Well, the law says you’re not old enough to make that decision... If I...” I chose that moment to start stroking the outside of missus ‘C’’s left tit which made her moan loudly “If I do” she restarted “you... ugh...you... must never... oh, oh... ugh... tell... promise!” As she was speaking I let my hand cup run under the heavily supported boob and then up over the top of it; my fingers bumped over the gumball protrusion poking through the smooth silk. Jodie followed my lead and started doing the same thing on the right side.

“We can’t do it... ugh, out here in the, oh... hall” she groaned. Jodie took her by the elbow and started to guide her toward the back of the house. Missus Carstairs put her arms around our shoulders and we walked to Jodie’s bedroom were we sat her on the bed. That’s when missus ‘C’ got into the game. She reached between my legs with her left hand and Jodie’s with her right. We both put our feet wider apart to give the Colonel’s wife better access. It felt so good when her experienced hand began to lightly stoke the saturated crotch of my panties. I knew my friend’s would be in the same condition.

“Brie really loves your tits” Jodie divulged as she began working the silk covered buttons down the front of out tutor’s blouse. At the thought of seeing those magnificent breasts again I started working buttons at the bottom. In double time we had the blue silk parted revealing her lace under wired bra. The gumball centers seemed to have diminished a little but the relatively low cut front allowed the upper curve of the huge areola to show through and above the trim. Helen pulled her hands away from our pussies to undo the cuff buttons, then she shrugged her blouse completely off. In the meantime Jodie and I were running our hands all over the scratchy lace.

As soon as the silk top was off the woman seated on the bed reached behind her and released the array of hooks on the wide back strap. Pitching her shoulders forward she grasped the shoulder straps and pulled the ornate support away from her chest. Her heavy udders collapsed under gravity down onto her ribs. The areolas were even bigger and much pinker than I had remembered. She lifted both her pliable boobs and squeezed them sensuously. Holding her melons up like an offering she sighed “Suck them... please, suck them.” We didn’t need to be asked twice leaning forward we each took as much of one of the dusty rose colored areolas in our mouths as we could. Neither of us could actually encompass the whole thing.

Missus ‘C’ groaned deeply and her hands returned to their previous position under our skirts. I wasn’t sure which was making me more light headed; the feel of the big rubbery nipple in my mouth or the tender stroking of her talented fingers on my cotton covered pussy. “Bite just a little... use your teeth” she instructed between grunts. I followed direction but Jodie released her breast with a loud sucking smack and moved up to envelope Helen’s mouth with hers. Actually she tried to wrap her lips around the older woman’s lips but her mouth wasn’t big enough so she quickly wound up on the inside with missus ‘C’ sucking on her lips. Looking across at the nipple she had vacated I could hardly believe how far out the red peg in the center was sticking out; It had to be over an inch. Jodie lifted and squeezed the pliable flesh and the protrusion she was flicking was bigger than the thumb she was flicking it with.

Helen broke the kiss and breathlessly said “Take your panties off... both of you!” without hesitation we both complied with the command. Sliding the cotton underpants off I felt the wetness in the crotch paint a stripe down the insides of my thighs. I dropped the soaking white cotton with the little bow on the waist band on Jodie’s bedroom floor at exactly the same time she dropped hers. I never did see them again. With the barrier gone missus ‘C’ was able to part our lips and stroke up and down both our gooey slits. I was about to return to my breast worship when the door bell rang.

We all looked at each other in shock and awe. “Pizza!” Jodie squealed as if she’d just realized who was at the door. Missus Carstairs was naked from the waist up, my friend stood in her mesh, light green crocheted dress with her red pubic fur very evidently poking through the large holes. It was evident that I was the only one who could answer the door with out indecently exposing themselves. When our tutor pulled her hand from under my too small yellow dress the skirt fell down enough to cover my pantiless butt, if just barely. Accepting the short straw I headed for the front door.

I had seen the pimply faced teenager, who was holding the big square box inside the insulating sleeve, around but I didn’t know his name. He looked me up and down and then it seemed decided I was too young to be of any real interest. “Twenty-two fifty” he announced as he pulled the box out of the sleeve and handed it to me. There was an awkward pause while I tried to work out the logistics of paying him. The money was sitting right there on the hall table beside the phone but I had to get rid of the pizza before I could pick it up. My pussy was urging me to hurry so I turned and set our dinner on the floor. I heard a strange sort of sound behind me that I realized was the delivery boy gasping. As I straighten up I felt the hem of the dress slide back down over my naked butt and understood the view I had just provided. Picking up a twenty and a five from the table I turned back toward him. The look on his face was priceless. I let my eyes wander down and got a little thrill when I saw the lump growing in the front of his jeans. ‘Flashing can be fun... even boys’ I thought as I handed him the money and said with a sweet little girl smile “You can keep the change”. The acne plagued young man reached out to take the money and almost missed because his focus was on my barely covered crotch.

“T..thanks” he stammered and then turned awkwardly away. ‘That’s his thrill for the day’ I giggled to myself as I shut the door. I practically ran through the kitchen depositing our dinner on the counter top as I passed by. ‘Looks like we’re gonna have to reheat it after all’ I thought as I streaked back toward Jodie’s room and the talented fifty-something year old fingers. I arrived in the doorway and stopped to take in the scene.

They had been busy while I was gone. The cute thirteen year old redhead was naked and lying on her back crossways to the bed. Her slender but remarkably well shaped legs were straight up on the air in a wide ’V’. At the apex I saw missus Carstairs’ auburn curls. Jodie was moaning loudly and squeezing her plump developing mounds. I’m not sure how long I stood there taking in the erotic sight but eventually the churning between my legs spurred me to action. I approached the older woman kneeling beside the bed with her face buried in my girlfriend’s crotch. Her breasts hung pendulously from her chest and the silk print skirt was just long enough to cover her substantial ass in her doggie position. I’m not sure where the idea came from but I lay down on my back with my head and shoulders between her calves. Her legs weren’t really wide apart so when I shimmied my head and shoulders toward the bed she had to open her knees a little wider to make space.

It was humid and fragrant under the tent formed by her skirt. It was a good thing I was on my back because I was feeling too dizzy to be standing up. A foot or so above me was the plump wetness of the mature vulva. The inner lips had dark edges but spread like wings revealing the deep pink coloring of the inside. This of course was only the third pussy I had ever seen up close and by far the oldest. For a time I just lay there drinking in the magnificent sight. The only sign of hair was a little tuft right above her crease, and just below that was a fat bulb that looked miniature acorn. The lower part was bright red in contrast to the darker slightly brownish collar around it. The shape fascinated and thrilled me. The bud was sort of bullet shaped but it had a cleft at the bottom where it divided and separated into the very inner most part of the large distended wings which had been the first thing to catch my attention when I shimmied under here.

I had the urge to feel the long open lips. There was not enough room to get my hands up so I propped myself up on my elbows and took one of missus ‘C’’s wings in my mouth and started to suck on it and feel it with my tongue. I sorta heard her groan but Jodie had been making such a racket the whole time that I wasn’t sure what I was hearing anymore, down here in my own little world. Just about the time I was thinking about giving her other lip the same treatment I heard Jodie wail really loud and the bed was suddenly squeaking a lot more. I realized that my friend had just cum. A few seconds later Helen rocked back on her heels and lifted the front of her skirt which allowed her to see my face just behind the bend of her knees. “That’s good sweetie... you’re doing really good... suck on my labs a little more.” I was glad she had lowered her hips down because reaching up had been really hard on my neck. Now the banquet was almost on top of my face. The older woman held her skirt up out of the way as I sucked and pulled on the plump spongy lips. Her breasts looked even bigger from this angle. Looking up between them I watched the expression on her face changing as the pleasure mounted.

When she spoke again her voice sounded different. It was guttural, as if she was talking from the back of her throat, and quite shaky as well. “Lick it... ugh, from the bottom to the... ugh, top” I started lapping gladly. “Oooooh... slowly baby... nice and slow...” she directed obediently I slowed down, taking a couple of seconds to make each pass. I would start below the opening and stick my tongue inside a little as I came up. When I reached the organ at the top I felt the fascinating groove on its underside and wiggled my tongue in it. Each time I did that missus ‘C’ moaned really loud and sometimes said something like “Oh fuck” or “Oh God”. I was scooping up pussy juice with every stroke and swallowing it, like I was trying to clean out the groove, but it just kept coming; an endless supply. It was like trying to keep an ice cream cone from dripping over your hand on a hot day. Helen was starting to shake quite a bit.

Looking up at her face I could see her teeth were clenched “Oh baby you’re such a good little cunt licker...” she growled as the shaking grew. She trapped her skirt against her tummy with her elbows and reached down to pull up on the thick outer lips. The action made her miniature red tipped acorn, with the cute little groove in the bottom, stick out even further. The shaking was pretty violent now. “Right here... honey... lick my clit” she directed by putting her finger right on the projecting gumdrop. I ran my tongue around it a couple of times and she pushed down on my face shuddering heavily. She let out one unearthly wail and then collapsed onto her side moaning with both hands between her legs.

I just lay there with my eyes closed, panting heavily with her pussy juice all over my face and neck. While I’d been eating her, it was so sensual that my brain was not capable of registering the urgent messages being sent by my girlhood. Now that she was off me the pounding ache asserted itself like there was nothing else in the world. I reached down to my neglected mons but something pushed my hands aside. I opened my eyes and found Helen lowering her head toward my crotch. She was lying on her belly and slid her hands up under my butt lifting my hips and tilting my pelvis. When she had my coochie just the way she wanted it she went to work. Her tongue, her mouth, her lips, even her teeth I think were doing things I’d never imagined. The explosion came in less than a minute my hips shot up and missus ‘C’ squeezed my ass cheeks really hard but her mouth never let go of me until the spasms slowed down.

I was in a dream like state just floating and drifting in the warm current far away, when Helen lifted me as though I weighed nothing. As soon as I was on the bed beside my redheaded friend who still seemed to be in very similar condition to me, missus ‘C’ joined us. It was a little crowded in Jodie’s three quarter bed but we cuddled together like that for a while. I don’t know how much time passed before my dose was disturbed by some movement. It took a while for me to force my eyes open and realize that the Base Commander’s wife was standing over us full dressed. We both looked at her through hazy eyes and she kissed us each on the forehead. “You girls are gonna do just fine” she assured us and then she was gone.

I let myself drift back into the wonderful warm pool of contentment. Then Jodie disengaged herself as we’d been in some kind of embrace. “I’m hungry” she announced and left the room still naked.

I lay there by myself then, just as I was doing now. On my bed, in my new home, with my hand still in my panties I realized that as I had relived the scene from last summer I had brought myself to a climax. My hand and panties were soaked with my juices and I felt totally spent. I thought about how this all started, watching my new neighbor play with herself from across the yard. She was getting herself off while she was looking at me. Taking this relationship to the next level wasn’t going to be hard at all.