| Victoria and Helen, Chapter 8 It didn't happen overnight. As a matter of fact it happened so slowly that I really couldn't say when the line was crossed. Each night after watching a DVD, Helen and I would discuss what we liked about it and what we didn't. It seems absurd to say it now but I hadn't even tweaked to the fact that there was a common theme connecting our after dinner movies. We each had the same focus night after night. I commented on the plot and how believable or unbelievable the movie was as a whole—how entertaining it was. Helen was always focused on the relationship between the lead characters and solicited my opinion on the romantic connection. In a couple of the movies there was a male-female romance but there was always a female-female love connection. I guess it was the seventh movie we'd watched, because it was exactly a week since I'd arrived. I felt like I had Auntie Helen's undivided attention, something I could never imagine with my mom. She was always busy cooking and cleaning and sometimes doing homework. I tried to help out as much as I could but that just meant that we were both busy. Out here in my mom's friend's country house it was so relaxed. I didn't feel the stress dissipate, mainly because I didn't even realize that it was there. It was part of me and my life. Then one day it was just gone, like a rain cloud that had been blocking out the sun for so long that I'd forgotten there was a sun. Helen and I were cuddled on the couch just like we did every night. The seventh movie was similar to 'Thelma and Louise'. Unlike the box office hit, in this movie the relationship between the two female lead characters was very evidently sexually romantic and was as much of the story as the armed robberies and car chases. It also had a much happier ending. The previous movies had all implied sexual activity but nothing was shown. There was nudity in some of them but it was separate from the romantic parts; like the one where the main characters each went to their own home and took a shower. During the previous six movies I had imagined in a general way what happened when the camera panned up, or outside as the characters embraced. In a lot of cases it made the fireball low down in my tummy get really tight, but my imagination lacked concrete knowledge so I could put the unseen aside and carry on. Movie number seven was different. It actually showed the lead characters licking and sucking on each other, especially breasts and nipples. I couldn't keep still when it was happening and it embarrassed me because I was sure that Auntie Helen could feel me squirming. There were other scenes where one of the characters had her hand between the other one's legs. Once again if there ever were any really graphic images they'd been edited out. The ecstatic noises and expressions on the actress' faces were not removed. Either the acting was worthy of an award, or the manual stimulation was. When one of the actresses slid down between the other's legs a huge sigh escaped my chest. The movie didn't show much of what was happening. The camera was focused more on the woman's face, and you could just sort of see movement of the back of her friend's head at the bottom of the screen. The implication was clear enough to me and the affect was unexpectedly intense. The pressurized bubble that I'd come to regard as normal got so much hotter that it seemed to melt. It felt like everything between my hips and my bum was a puddle of molten wax; like a candle that had reached its limit. Something deep in my unconscious was saying it was wrong but the sound escaped anyway. "Are you okay sweetie?" Helen asked pulling away a little from our tight cuddle. The faint hope I'd had that my reaction to the porn might somehow go unnoticed was shattered. I'd seen this movie many times. I didn't have it memorized but as each scene opened I knew what came next. It started pretty quickly. Right after their first robbery the stars evaded the police pursuit and made it back to their hide out. The lead characters tossed the loot on the bed and immediately began removing each other's top. After a short kissing session in bras they got topless and did a very thorough tongue bath of the other's tits. As the movie progressed I was very conscious of Victoria pressing her head harder against my shoulder and involuntary little twitches and jerks her body was making. My excitement grew along with my young houseguest's. I'd been exercising self control for a week while my friend's daughter's sexual temperature rose. I could have persuaded her to engage in lesbian sex as early as that first night when I discovered temporary differential in the development of her nipples. Maybe even before that when she was in the tub; but I held back. I wanted her to succumb to her own desire, not mine. Experience had taught me that letting my pubescent conquest come to grips with the fabulous, enigmatic new feelings she was having was worth the wait. Pleasure delayed was pleasure immeasurably amplified. Obviously I was aware of the cause and meaning of all the feelings and sensations that coursed through my body daily; especially when I was teasing my pupil. I was equally sure that she, on the other hand, was nearly as confused by the new sensations as she was horny. Vickie needed advice and coaching but I wanted her to ask for it. She hadn't answered when I asked if there was anything wrong, other than to make a sound that I'd describe as a moan, so I reiterated. "Is there anything wrong honey you seem awfully fidgety." "No ... uh, I mean yes ... uh ... oh I don't know." She sounded confused and maybe a little frustrated. I wasn't trying to exacerbate the problem or to embarrass her but I was hoping to get her to clearly express what she was going through. "You must know if something's wrong or not," I challenged in a soft sympathetic voice. "You can tell me ... we're friends ... right?" I was stroking her upper arm supportively and could feel her trembling everywhere our bodies were in contact. "It's just that I feel funny ... uh, when I see some of the things in the movie," my teenaged houseguest confessed nervously. "Funny how sweetie?" I probed. "Well it's sort of all over but mostly it's between my legs ... in my vagina." "You know that your vagina is what's on the inside not the outside ... right?" In the absence of an immediate reply I leaned forward a little to get a look at the expression on Victoria's face. Under the nervous strain was puzzlement. I wasn't surprised that the sex ed. curriculum was still vague and non specific when it came to describing female genitalia. What came as something of a surprise was that Jeanne, her mother and my sometime fuck-buddy , hadn't provided the missing information. "Has anyone ever gone over the parts of your sexual anatomy with you?" I double checked, in case I was misreading her facial expression. Victoria's head was on my shoulder but I still had my neck sort of craned around so that eye contact was possible. Vickie had been looking down, avoiding it. Without looking up she replied to my question with a meek negative shake of her head. "Would you like me to explain it to you?" When I suggested that I fill in the information missing from her previous anatomy lessons, she raised her head enough to meet my gaze, and nodded eagerly. The current track of the conversation had obvious potential but it was significantly off the path I'd imagined. I was beginning to understand why it had taken so long for my ward to succumb to the sexual pressure. She was much less informed and experienced than I'd imagined. Sitting back and caressing my teenaged pupil's upper arm I asked; "What things in the movie made you feel funny?" "When ... when they were kissing each other's ... uh, boobies," Vickie sighed. "Anything else?" I encouraged, letting my hand drift up from her arm to her hair, so that I was now stroking the side of her head and playing with her ear. She reacted to the contact with her secondary erogenous zone by shivering and pressing her face harder and lower against my shoulder. "Well ... sigh- when the woman put her head between the other woman's legs..." she confided; speaking so softly that it was hard to hear her even in the total silence of my living room. "And that made you feel something in your pussy?" I asked introducing the word that I was sure she'd heard but might be reluctant to use with an adult. I felt her nod her head against my upper breast as I traced the intricate spiral of her ear trumpet. "Have you had those feelings before?" I carelessly phrased my question. Of course I knew she'd had the feelings. What I wanted her to tell me was when—under what circumstances. I hoped the less invasive way of asking would make my teenaged visitor more relaxed and forthcoming. Again she answered with a nod of her head. Each time she answered my question with a head gesture she seemed to slip a little lower down my shoulder and onto my breast. Her cheek was pressing into the soft resilience of my tit and she was now low enough that I felt the heat of her breath though the thin cotton top I was wearing on the outer edge of my huge areola. The accidental stimulation of the hypersensitive part of my breast sent a wave of longing through me. I was so tempted to grab her by the hair, mash her teenaged face against my tingling tit and demand that she suck on me that I had to bite my lip hard enough to cause pain to regain my focus. "When have you felt like that before," I stopped tracing her ear and moved my hand down onto her shoulder. The pause was so long that I was beginning to think she wasn't going to answer. I hoped I hadn't gone too far too fast. "I've been feeling it a lot lately, like when we go horseback riding and especially when you check my boobies at bedtime," Vicki finally responded in a dreamy tone. She sounded different almost detached. "It's a normal reaction honey there's nothing wrong ... it's just that you're getting horny ... uh, becoming sexually aroused," I informed the neophyte with her head resting on my tit so tantalizingly close to my nipple. Once again the pause before she spoke made me wonder if I'd overstepped. "But I'm not supposed to get horny from other girls ... am I?" "Why not ... and who told you that?" I certainly knew it hadn't been her mother. "The older girls at school joke about lezzies ... when they call somebody that it's a bad thing," Victoria explained. "Do you know what it means?" I probed. "It means you like other girls instead of boys," Vicki related her understanding of the term. "Lezzie is short for lesbian and, yes that means a woman who is sexually attracted to other women; but what's wrong with that?" I challenged. "I don't know it's just that the other girls—" "The other girls are immature and have just picked up on something they've heard. Now they think it's cool to throw the term around even when they don't know what they're talking about," I explained trying to keep the anger out of my voice. "So it's okay to have these feelings about other girls?" Vicki lifted her head and looked me in the face as though she needed eye contact to verify that I was telling the truth. "Well I do ... do you think that there's something wrong with me?" I challenged her bias. I almost added and so does your mother but I decided that was too much information. There was confusion but also hope in her crystal blue eyes. "But—" she started to object. I cut her off before she could spout any of the societal propaganda. "Honey human sexuality is a very complex thing; everybody's a little bit different. Some people want to make rules and decide what's right and wrong for everybody. It just can't work that way. Telling people that they shouldn't feel what they feel doesn't alter the fact." Studying her face as I spoke I was thrilled to see her expression relaxing. The look told me that she was accepting what I was saying even thought it defied and contradicted what she'd heard and been told before. I was feeling proud of myself for having the patience to develop a trusting relationship before diving into these murky waters. "The feelings you have are natural by the very fact that you have them," I summarized and my ward put her head back on my breast even lower than it had been before. Her nose was less than an inch from my nipple. I could feel the humid heat of her breath on it and my pussy glowed in appreciation. The sensation being created passed the pregnant pause. "Helen?" Vickie finally spoke my name tentatively to gain my attention. "Yes honey," I acknowledged her, but she didn't speak for a long moment. I stroked her baby soft hair and waited, feeling very content with the progress we'd made that evening. I was quite prepared to give time for our conversation to settle in her mind. 'Eventually she'll come to me,' I reassured myself that the restraint and self-control would pay off. The pause was long enough and my reverie deep enough that it took me somewhat by surprise when she spoke again. "Wouldn't it help when you're trying to even up my nipples if you used your mouth like the women in the movie?" I was amazed with the speed at which my brain processed and my body reacted to her suggestion—it was practically instantaneous. I had secured the privilege of massaging her pert pubescent mounds nightly at bed time on the precept that increasing the blood flow to her emerging bust would even out the development of her nipples. Her right nip lagged very noticeably behind her left and was a source of embarrassment. Of course the embarrassment was only because I was looking at her boobies on a daily basis so it was something of a catch twenty-two. Now she was virtually inviting me to suck on her tits! It wasn't as though I'd never had the desire. I was just being cautious to not do anything that might make her nervous or uncomfortable until she came to grips with, and fully understood, her physiological responses to the therapy. We hadn't discussed those sensations specifically in our after movie conversation but I gave my friend's daughter credit for the intelligence to connect the dots. "You're perfectly correct honey, oral stimulation would be a good next step ... uh, if you're ready for that," I agreed with Vickie's suggestion but left her some wiggle-room. "I really want them to even out ... so if that'll make it go faster..." the teenager guardedly agreed to the enhanced bust development therapy, and then added; "Do you think mine will ever get as big as yours?" Her head was pressing into the fattest portion of my plunging right breast, with her nose touching the perimeter of my four inch diameter areola. Stroking her golden curls away from her face I could see that her eyes were open and looking at my miniature marshmallow sized nipple poking out the thin cotton of my top. My nipples didn't really retract much anymore. The difference between their aroused state and normal was more in firmness and texture than size. The pressure of the youngster's head along with the tantalizing heat from her breath produced a sweet tingly sensation in my breast. I had pushed the delightful feeling to the back of my mind so as not to get ahead of the game. When the teenager drew my attention back to it, it was as if what I'd actually been doing was shoring up a leaky dam. A great hot rush flowed from my mini marshmallow to my drooling honey pot. I wasn't able to quell the shudder and moan completely. I wondered what Vickie would make of it. Struggling to get my rational brain, which was currently swamped by the sensory part, to form an answer to her question was harder than I thought. I hoped my breathing control was better than it seemed because I felt like I was almost gasping. I could feel Auntie Helen twitching the way I had at the end of the movie. I wondered if it was for the same reason. Not looking her in the face because my head was on her shoulder as we discussed the movie made it a little easier to be honest and truthful about what I was feeling. I'd tried to have this conversation with my mom a couple of times in the past year. We'd even been in a similar position, cuddled up on the couch. Mommy cut it off each time with something that had to be done urgently—something that had just come to her mind at the most annoyingly inopportune time as far as I was concerned. I'd grown close to the stunning redhead with the movie star looks in the week I'd spent at her house. I could even say that I was more comfortable broaching the subject of sex with her than I was with my mom. I'd started to think of her as an older friend—meaning there wasn't the same cast of adult in charge versus child under supervision to the whole relationship. Even so it was hard to overcome my inhibitions. When Auntie confirmed my suspicion that the feelings I was having were sexual, that just made it harder. I'd come to believe that it was wrong to have those feelings about other girls. In fact, I was so sure that it was wrong, that I refused to accept the feelings for what they were. It was like pretending that it's not raining when you wanted to go out and play. You can cling to the idea mentally but you're still going to get soaking wet. My confidant's announcement that she had those same feelings was such a relief that I think my heart actually fluttered and the feeling migrated between my legs an instant later. Why I was able to believe the word of my guardian over years of prejudice and innuendo was simple—I wanted to believe. It meant I was normal, or at least not a queer as some of my classmates would have labeled me. Despite the embarrassment I managed to get my question out. It seemed obvious to me that if the purpose of Auntie Helen's nightly breast massage was to stimulate blood flow, then oral massage with suction should be even more effective than just hands—right? Having just seen it in the movie between the lead characters had made me shiver imagining what it might feel like. Helen's unreserved agreement that oral stimulation would be a worthwhile technique made my head spin. I closed my eyes trying to get a grip and when I opened them I found myself staring at the bump my hostess' nipple made in the fabric of her top. It looked so unbelievably huge up close that I had to ask about my future development even though I really wanted to ask if I could see her remarkable feature in the flesh. It seemed reasonable to incorporate the request into the nightly evaluation of my breasts. Anticipating the possible changes in the week old ceremony made me tingle. I wasn't sure whether I'd given Auntie Helen time to answer my question or not. It was kind of unfair asking her to speculate on the future development of my nipples anyway. "Would it be okay if I went to bed now?" I asked my guardian. It was an hour or so earlier than usual but Helen didn't hesitate in voicing her agreement. I got up from the couch and took my mother's friend's hand. As I lead her down the hall toward the bedroom I was reminded of the time after horseback riding when she'd suggested the leg massage. This time I was in the lead. We arrived in her bedroom and without ado she stripped off her top. It was the latest of many signs that a threshold had been reached and, I dared hope, crossed. For the past six nights we'd arrived in my spare bedroom usually with me leading the way. Every other bed time I'd sat down on the bed and removed my teenaged houseguest's top. Victoria removing her own shirt was unprecedented. I took my place on the bed as usual and the girl with the temporarily mismatched nipples approached. The bed was quite high making the elevation nearly ideal. From where I sat her chest was pretty much at eyelevel. Just as I'd done every night since her arrival I cupped her little tits and began to gently test their fullness. The half ping-pong ball nipple of her left boobie turned pebbly right away. They had quite a bit of growing to do judging by her mother's bust, but they were already a thrilling handful for me. As usual my nipples began to itch inside the bra top of my sundress. The liner that I wore in my panties—the only other piece of clothing I had on—was already saturated. It was a tribute to the hi-tech material that it retained my juices without leaking. The slippery feel of the abundant secretions on my hairless vulva told me that the pad had reached its absorption limit however. Holding and squeezing the darling teenaged tits in my hands while raking my thumb nails over her dissimilar nips, I commented as usual. It wasn't entirely a lie when I told her that I thought there'd been some progress. If I tried hard enough I could see the reticent right areola growing and lightening in tone. As usual I divided my attention between her tantalizing pubescent boobs and her facial expression. The first couple of nights I'd been looking for signs of distress or reluctance—I never saw any. Now I enjoyed the somewhat strained expression that I knew was caused by my girlfriend's barely controlled arousal. I didn't know if she'd recognized it in our earlier sessions, but the revealing conversation that had taken place on my living room couch just a few minutes ago assured me that my ward was now fully aware of what the sensations coursing through her body meant. As usual Vicki had begun to make small cat-like mewing sounds, but unlike the other times, instead of tipping her head back and closing her eyes she put her hands behind my head and looked directly into my eyes. The forward pressure she was exerting was gentle but noticeable. The intention was obvious but I didn't immediately comply. I felt her finger tips getting ever more forceful on the back of my skull as I played with her pert boobies and thumbed her firm little nipples. "Do you want me to do some oral therapy?" I asked barely able to suppress the smirk. I found it quite remarkable that through her rapid and sort of noisy breathing that she managed to get the word 'yes' out. My preference was for the bee-stung, plump pink left one, but this was supposed to be therapy so I took the smaller underdeveloped right one between my lips and sucked most of the adolescent breast into my mouth. With the long deep groan I felt my teenaged houseguest sag a little so I put my hands firmly on her boney rib cage to hold her up. Backing off slightly and taking the tiny peg between my teeth I lashed the sensitive little button with my tongue. Vicki sagged again and I felt like I was supporting most of her weight. The immature nipple felt like a pebble under my tongue. After giving it a thorough tongue bath I switched to her more suck-able looking left tit. I had never felt anything like it. The first wave of pleasure was so intense that the world went very dark for a second or two. I think if Auntie Helen hadn't held me up, I would have probably fallen on the floor. Later on I would try to figure out why her mouth produced so much more powerful sensations than her hands, but at that moment I had lost all ability to reason and was swamped by the never before experienced feelings. I was more prepared for the lightning bolt that hit when she switched to my other boobie. Although my legs were still tingly and a little numb I was no longer feeling in danger of collapse. By now I had both hands entangled in her soft red hair and could feel her scalp under my finger tips. She sucked and licked and bit on my never before touched boobies. I stood beside the bed in my mother's friend's guest bedroom making soft moaning sounds, totally enraptured by the incredible feelings that made me feel like a small boat in a hurricane. Even when she stopped and resumed the familiar manual stimulation it was different because my boobs were now coated with a thick layer of her spit. She continued to squeeze and tease and I continued to float and bob around in the ocean of delight. "I think that's probably enough for tonight," Helen suggested while her boob massage continued but somewhat slower and lighter. I never did figure out, even years later when this scene replayed in my mind, how I was even able to comprehend what she was saying; much less react the way I did. "I ... I want to kiss yours," the words spilled out of me and I reached toward the front of her dress. Right up until that fateful moment I had never expressed my interest in seeing and touching her. It was always there—the desire I mean—but I was too shy and ashamed to say it. Auntie Helen had relieved me of the guilt I felt for having those feelings and needs. The movie star beautiful woman had teased me to the point that my self-imposed moral code crumbled. I was tingling all over and shaking so badly that I wasn't sure that I could actually perform even the simplest task but my raging desire demanded that I try. I pulled the narrow straps of my guardian's sundress off her shoulders and started to pull them down her arms. Helen just sat on the edge of the bed. She wasn't helping but she wasn't protesting either. I sank to my knees in front of her as I worked the shoulder straps around her elbows. The upper part of the dress bodice came down exposing her lightly freckled upper chest, but it looked as though pulling down further wasn't going to release her breasts. I looked up at Auntie's face hoping for guidance. The only way I can describe her expression is 'satisfied'. The look was similar to the one I had seen on many teachers' and coaches' faces when I mastered a concept or maneuver we had been working on. Our eyes met briefly and she reached across to pull the left side of her dress down while simultaneously reaching inside with her right hand to scoop up her heavy tit and flop it outside the bodice. It took considerably less effort to get her left breast out. My eyes were drawn like iron to a magnet. There suddenly wasn't enough air in the room as I regarded the big beautiful boobies hanging in all their glory. I'm not sure how long I was just kneeling there sort of panting before she slipped one hand under each of her magnificent mammaries and lifted them toward me. "You said you wanted to kiss them," she reminded. I was amazed at how much her fingers embedded into the soft flesh as she hefted the weighty torpedo. The dark pink circle on the end of each boob was huge. Helen hooked her thumbs around and sort of wiggled the big bump in the center of the circle. The crinkly looking ball was bigger than the tip of her thumb. It looked like a cherry gumdrop. I was overcome by the need to taste the entrancing nipple and feel it in my mouth. I latched on sucking instinctively. Helen moaned and put her hands behind my head urging me forward. My face mashed into the pebbly crinkly flesh around the gumdrop sized bud. The circle of darker flesh went from my chin to up above my nose. "Harder ... bite it!" she commanded me to be more aggressive. I was becoming lost in the ecstasy of the crinkly nub in my mouth and was practically gnawing on it. The sound my Auntie was making assured me that she was pleased with my efforts. After about a minute I switched to her other breast. I was dizzy and light headed. This was what I had always wanted, even when I cuddled with my mom. That's how I'd gotten my first nourishment. Now that I'd experienced how wonderful it felt to have someone suck on you it seemed fair—simultaneously giving and receiving pleasure. I'm sure that I would have been content to suckle for hours but Auntie Helen had other ideas. She looked a little flushed when she pulled me back to my feet. Without a word she began to caress my naked torso. Up to my breasts, she squeezed like she'd been doing as a bedtime ritual, and then back down to my waist. She looked me directly in the eye as she tugged on the waistband of my shorts. There was an inquisitive nature to the look—as though she was asking permission. In answer I reached down and unfastened the button and pulled the zipper down. The smile lit up her face and I knew that I'd done exactly what she wanted. It only took a little push, just to get them started over my rear, and then they fell around my ankles. Now exposed to air circulation I was suddenly aware of how wet my panties were. I wasn't shocked but I was a little embarrassed until Auntie's hand covered the plump bulge in the front and squeezed it. The sensation that seemed to flood all of my senses nearly made me collapse. If Helen hadn't grasped my hips and swung me around so I landed on the bed I would have fallen on the floor. Lying crossways on the bed with my head swimming and my feet dangling it took a few seconds for me to get my bearings and realize where I was. When my equilibrium improved I looked down between the mounds on my chest and saw that Aunt Helen was now on the floor like I had been just a minute or two ago. Her head was even with my knees and the feel of her hands on my thighs made the hot gnawing sensation in my belly feel like it was swelling. She ran her hands up and down the tops of my thighs a couple of times and then slid up on the outsides and gripped the elastic of my panties. I saw that questioning look on her face again. "Can I take these off?" she requested. My answer was to arch my back raising my hips. It was all the assent she needed. With a swift smooth pull, my pants were down to my ankles a second later. As soon as she'd threaded the little piece of cotton over my feet she brought my used underwear to her face. For some reason seeing her pressing the panties that I knew were very damp with my juices to her mouth and nose made my head spin again. I was reminded of the scene in the movie when it appeared that one of the lead characters had her head between the other's legs. I couldn't actually believe that someone would put their mouth there, even though it was practically impossible to see it any other way. My tortured inexperienced and sexually hyped brain would not allow the idea to fully form until now. The thought of someone's mouth—Auntie Helen's mouth—touching me there was beyond my imagination. My mind was so lost trying to grasp the concept that I didn't even realize that she'd gotten rid of my underpants until I felt her stroking my upper thighs again. Each time they went up and down they moved a little more toward the inside. I became aware of the outward pressure but some instinct caused me to resist. "Can I have a look honey ... would you open a little for me?" The request was so supplicant that a new and completely unexpected feeling raced though me. I wouldn't recognize that feeling as power until months later. It melded with the growing heat and pressure between my legs seamlessly. I had the choice (well sort of) whether to open my legs for my aunt or not. I say sort of because the feeling that I was about to burst was getting ever stronger and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I knew that something needed to be done to relieve it. I didn't know what that thing was but I was pretty sure that Helen did. It took seconds for the muscles to release allowing my legs to part. It seems the primal impulse to keep them together was almost stronger than my resolve. I can't describe the feeling of elation I had when I felt her muscles release. It wasn't immediate and it wasn't complete, there was still residual resistance, but Vicki allowed me the privilege of spreading her gorgeous adolescent thighs and feasting my eyes on the treasure she was developing between her legs. The sparse golden hair coating her plump glowing pinkness looked wet and matted. Based on the residue in the crotch of her underwear it wasn't surprising. The darker pink line down the center hinted at her hidden secrets. I slid my hands back down to her knees so I could move them upward and outward at the same time. In this way seemed less like prying her legs apart but it accomplished the same result. The outer lips spread a little more and the features of her delicate looking inner folds appeared. The swollen look of the long plump cone at the top gave way to the butterfly wings that formed the legs of her clit. A droplet of clear fluid at the bottom of the sideways pout would have trickled away down the crack but it was too thick. I was inhaling deeply through my nose to savor the subtle scent of her arousal. My mouth was watering for that first taste but I resisted the temptation to dive in. I'd hinted and suggested and teased for a week leading up to this moment I was not going to let the urgency of my desire dictate pace now. "Can I look inside? You're so beautiful ... I want to see all of you," I complimented as my fingertips arrived at her groin and I felt the heat flowing outward from her plush mons. The naked teenager had been making adorable little squeaky sounds that were almost a part of her rapid breathing. I hadn't been expecting an answer. I was warning her what I was going to do in the form of a question. It provided her an opportunity to protest or refuse—she did neither. As I pulled on her fatty labia I felt the slickness coating her pubes and dug my fingertips deeper into the fleshy split peach. The inner lips were dragged wider by my retraction and a dark red bud appeared at the bottom of the bulging cone where her folds all joined. As the pubescent clitoris emerged Vicki twitched violently and moaned. I curled my fingers more until her tiny girl cock stood up like a little soldier. Her sweet aroma was intoxicating and her hips began to spasm. I had wanted her to ask—even to beg for the release—but it was clear now that she was about to orgasm whether I liked it or not. If I wanted to enjoy the fruits of my labor, now was the time. I told myself that there would be many tender moments in the weeks to come—opportunities to teach my friend's daughter the power of restraint and control. The arpeggio began in her lowest registers, almost a growl, as I traced a circle around her firm love button. The sweet slipperiness of her juices coated my tongue and we both lost all control. Wrapping my arms around her thighs I buried my face in her steaming, streaming, spasmodic snatch. The frequency of sound she was emitting climbed through what was best described as a wail until it reached the pitch that had to be called a scream. If not for the full-nelson grip on her hips I would have been thrown off her thrusting gyrating jerking pelvis. The river of her secretions had reached flood stage and I struggled to keep up. I was drinking the ambrosia as fast as I could while sucking and licking the velvety softness of her vulva. When her fingers had been pulling at me I thought I knew what it was like to be sitting on the nose of a rocket as the engines started. The rumble was so deep, so powerful that I knew I had to explode. It had been coming for so long but now something completely new was happening. It was as though all the intense sensations I'd felt over the past week had focused to a single point in the center of my crotch. Then Auntie's tongue was on the focal point and the hot balloon in my belly burst. I don't know how long it went on. The electric heat came in waves. The first one was the biggest and everything went black for a second. Every nerve in my body tingled and burned at the same time. All of my muscles went tense and I could feel my body thrashing. There was no thought, no understanding of what was happening until later. I had never been so completely overwhelmed. I seemed to reach a plateau where the waves were smaller and I thought the storm was over but I was wrong. Just when I felt like some ability to think was returning, a new wave of ecstasy swamped me and the heat and tingling and loss of body control started all over again. I don't know if it ever really ended. At some point exhaustion took over and simply shut my consciousness down. I drifted in a world where time had no meaning so I really couldn't say how long I was away. I woke up in a warm glow like I was back in the womb. It took several seconds for me to get my bearings. Sheets were over us keeping the body heat in and Auntie Helen was wrapped all around me. It was such a secure protected feeling that I was tempted to give in to the luxurious tranquility. Part of me wanted to doze but the plush cushy feel of Auntie Helen's big tit against my head started something stirring. I nuzzled into the fleshy softness. I had to use my hands to help search there was so much skin to cover. I finally located the softer crinkly cap that covered the end of each low hanging boob. Gripping one in my hand and pressing my face into the other I felt my guardian squirm and moan. The gumdrop centers didn't seem a rubbery as they had when I was on my knees suckling, but that was rapidly changing. I could feel the textured ball getting harder as I squeezed and began to suck on the sensitive flesh. Positions were shifting and Helen rolled onto he back. I found myself on top of her. Her legs were spread wide. Her knees were bent. The hot slipperiness of her womanhood pressed against my tummy as I played with her huge breasts. I felt her hands on the back of my head urging me on. That's when I recalled how she'd wanted me to be so rough before. Gradually I got more aggressive because I was still afraid I would hurt her. There's no way my new boobies could have stood stimulation this rough, but it seemed the harder I sucked and squeezed and bit the more Helen enjoyed it. Her hips were moving; actually her whole body seemed to be writhing under me. Her juices were painted all over my tummy. I was so absorbed by those tits that I didn't register the humid fragrance under the covers for at least a couple of minutes. The scent of her arousal filled my nose the whole time but it took a while for me to recognize it. I began to slide down over the soft flatness of her mature belly. When I reached her navel I began to encounter the juices that I had been wallowing in. I was licking her skin clean of the sweet uniquely flavored lubricant. I felt the bulge of her mons under my chin and two thoughts occurred simultaneously; the first was that there was no hair—none at all. The second was that I had never seen another pussy before. I'd been almost afraid to look at my own. Suddenly the desire to see her mature womanhood was overpowering. I flipped the covers back so I would have some light and felt Helen's fingers entwined in my hair. To my frustration, she pulled me up and away from my target. I looked up at her face in confusion. Her expression was strained—as though she was carrying something extremely heavy. "You ... you don't have to do that sweetheart ... un ... unless you want to," Auntie gasped. It seemed absurd to me; of course I wanted to. Her grasp on my hair loosened and I looked down at the swollen flushed clam shell between her mature thighs. Back on my haunches now, examining my mother's friend's genitals, I realized that I didn't really know what to do. I was so incredibly wet. Vicki lying between my legs, squirming around while she sucked and nibbled on my tits had smeared my juices all over my pelvis and almost down to my knees. She was sliding down, kissing and licking. It was like being in a concert hall hearing the musicians warming up their instruments, knowing that they would soon produce those emotionally charged notes and chords that carry you to another dimension. So Victoria's inexperienced but enthusiastic mouth was setting the stage for a sensory feast that transports to a place where only pleasure exists. It was what I wanted—what I'd planned and schemed for—but I still need that one last assurance. I saw her looking down at my overflowing pussy and I saw her hesitation. My first impression of the look on her face was reluctance or fear, 'Is she doing this to repay me ... because she thinks she has to... ? I only want her to do it when she really wants to, if it's her desire not out of a sense of duty.' "You ... you don't have to do that sweetheart ... un ... unless you want to." It was really hard to get the words out, not just because I was sort of out of breath but also because I really needed release. I needed relief from my pressurized state of arousal—the level of sexual excitement that can only be reached over time and with enormous self-control and self-denial. The expression on my young houseguest's face quelled my concern that she was going down out of duty. She looked hurt that I had physically restrained her—prevented her from applying her mouth to my overheated vulva. I relaxed the force I was holding her back with. My fingers were still in her silky blonde hair but not pulling her away. "I want to," she reassured me, "but ... but ... what if I don't do it right," the last came out almost as a sob. That was the reason for her hesitation. It wasn't reluctance to perform oral sex. It was a lack of confidence that held her back. My spirit soared—victory was at hand. I could have told her that in my state there was practically no way that she could go wrong. Any kind of touch on the powder keg between my legs would produce the spark. "You've been referring to your pussy as your vagina but you know that's what's inside ... right?" The confused look told me that a basic female anatomy lesson was in order. "The outer part is called your vulva or pussy," I explained, waving my hand between my widely spread legs; afraid to touch lest I prematurely ignited the charge—I was that close. "This is called the mons ... it's kind of plump and fatty usually. It splits into the outer lips called the labia majora." I paused and moved my hand out of the way so my student could visualize the lesson. "Then you have the inner lips," I pointed to the center of my pouting crease still avoiding contact. "Sometimes they stick out like yours and mine and sometimes they're completely hidden. They are extremely sensitive and actually are part of the very most sensitive part of your body." I'd reached the point where if I was going to illustrate any further I was going to have to touch. Taking a deep breath I applied my finger tips to the air cooled slick wetness of my outer lips and gently pulled myself open. The connective tissue pulled the inner lips open as well. I could feel the hood over the hard achy knot at the top of my crease retracting and I knew Vicki would be seeing the center piece and quintessential component of female sexuality emerging. I was practicing deep relaxation breathing to keep the searing hot pressure from overwhelming me. "Right at the top of the inner lips is the clitoris ... it, uh it's the main ... uh, the part that makes you ... uh, makes you..." I had carefully avoided touching my love button but being forced out of its protective nest in its engorged state made it twitch. I tried to regain control so I could finish the lesson but the urge to rub the flint that would spark the long denied explosion was almost overpowering. It was getting impossible to continue speaking and the sentence I was on degenerated into a moan. Kneeling on the bed in my guardian's spare room, between her widely spread legs, while she provided her own pussy as a model for the anatomy lesson was surreal. The aroma of her arousal was intoxicating and looking at her pussy made my mouth water. I was fascinated by what she was saying, and I was doing my best to absorb it all. At the same time there was a need that became more urgent by the second. I'd figured out that the part right at the top of my slit was the most sensitive—I just never knew the name for it. The name seemed strange for some reason, 'clitoris', but I really hadn't expected there to be an identifiable piece of flesh that defined and epitomized the whole feeling of intense excitement I'd felt. I wondered if mine was as big as Auntie Helen's because hers was the size of kidney bean. Her words faded away and the sound she made as they did sparked something in me. The urgent need was suddenly completely irresistible—I had to taste it. I pitched my upper body forward and let my legs shoot out behind me. That's how I wound up on my stomach with my face buried in her cookie. I wasn't prepared for the violence of her reaction. Her hands were in my hair, at the back of my head, pulling me in—pulling me closer. At the same time her hips lifted off the bed up toward me. The result was that the hot mushy slippery flesh I'd been eyeing for the past minute or more was now mashed all over my lower face. I was trying to lick and suck. I wanted Auntie to experience the intensity of pleasure that I had but it was becoming a priority to be able to breathe. I twisted my head and sucked in air through my nose staving off asphyxiation before returning to my pleasuring task. It was a relief when her hands left the back of my head and I had more freedom of movement. I didn't know what to do or how to do it. Licking and sucking and shaking my head from side to side were instinctual. Helen's thrashing and screaming were the evidence I needed that I was doing okay. I rolled my eyes up and saw that her hands were now occupied aggressively squeezing and pulling on her big floppy tits. Seeing her do that spurred me to work even harder. It didn't seem to last very long—not long enough for me. Suddenly her hands were on the back of my head again restricting my movement. When she rolled onto her side and trapped my head between her meaty mature thighs I was effectively immobilized. My ears were kind of blocked but I could still make out her moaning post orgasm noises, and every few seconds I felt her body violently twitch. I was content where I was and feeling quite proud of myself when she pulled me up into a soft embrace. We kissed deeply, like I'd never kissed before and a warm feeling swelled, but not in my belly this time, it was more in my chest. I was in love for the first time. Snuggling into her big cushy boobs I'd never felt so safe, secure and content in my life. I'd been tempted to let those feelings carry me into dreamland before and now I could no longer resist... She felt so incredibly precious in my arms as my endorphin flooded blood floated me toward oblivion. My ex-student's daughter had joined the sisterhood and there was so much for her to learn. I still had three weeks... It so happens that this story is a prequel to a story I wrote when I started posting. Read what Victoria eventually does with her new skills. |