| The Chronicles of Dr. Mary Sue Larsen, Part 1 (or how to prepare little girls for love) My name is Dr. Mary Sue Larsen. I am blond, 38, and a devout Lesbian. I am currently a tenured Professor at Willows College and for the last ten years I have been the director of the child psychology department where I have been free to quietly gather data for my doctoral dissertation on the benefits of raising young girls as lifelong Lesbians. The defining moment in my life came at age 11, when my drunken father raped and brutalized me for an entire week that summer. Luckily I was able to escape to my neighbors house one night while my father was sleeping. The police were called and I spent the next six years in state run foster homes. Those six years were terrible for me, I withdrew from all male contact, never dating and looking on all males as animals, brutal, unsophisticated, rough and vile. I still had sexual desires like any normal girl has growing up but did not know how to act on them. My last foster home before I left for college changed all that. One day a new arrival came to stay at the foster home. Her name was Rebecca an 8 year old red haired, freckled little imp of a girl who had boundless energy and an unquenchable need to touch me or rub up next to me every chance she got. Always finding a way to be there when I was dressing or undressing, getting into the shower or coming out. I dismissed her rampant curiosity for all things me as some sort of abandonment fears brought on by her past. I was told she had been sexually abused by her mother and was soon placed in state foster care. The home cared little for either one of us. Since I was the oldest, 17, I was informed that I would be responsible for her actions and would be held accountable if there was any trouble. Strangely, as the weeks went by I became consumed with a desire for her that I knew in my heart wasn’t sisterly or even motherly. There were times when she seemed to know when I was the most sensitive to her touch. That’s when she would “accidentally” rub her hand against one of my breasts lingering next to my irritated nipple or squeeze my ass sometimes even trailing her hand down along my inner thigh. All the time smiling innocently at me as if she could sense the little electric shocks she caused as they ran up and down my spine. One night I woke with a start finding Rebecca standing beside my bed her face just inches from mine. “What is it Becca, is there something wrong?” I said. She whispered that she had a secret to show me, “This is the only thing I was able to hide and keep that belonged to my mother, would you like to see it?” She said in a hushed voice. She stood just inches from my bed, clutching a large magazine of some sort tightly to her chest with both arms. She was dressed in a strawberry colored cotton nighty two years too short for her. I could see in the dim light of the full moon as it shown through my window that she wasn’t wearing any panties and her pussy seemed a bit swollen with quite a lot of moisture glistening from it. “Ok little Becca,” I whispered. “Lets get under the covers and see what you have.” “Wait,” she said. “Do you have a flashlight, we need a flashlight to see this.” I leaned over and opened my nightstand drawer and pulled out a large flashlight and grabbed Becca around her waist pulling her and myself onto the middle of the bed. We laid quietly together under the heavy comforter. Both hoping that no one heard our voices so late. She was so close to me I could feel her moist breath on my face. She smelled of strawberry candy, sweat and something else I couldn’t place. Whatever it was it made my whole body tingle and I could feel a wetness begin to soak my panties. “Mary…turn the flashlight on…Mary, are you ok?” “Ummm yeah…What?” I was finding it very hard to focus because Rebecca had managed to worm her knee in between my thighs. All the time she was talking to me she continued to rub it up against my crotch slowly making me crazy with lust. “Oh…yeah the flashlight.” I managed to push Rebecca’s knee away from between my legs and switched on the flashlight. “There I said.” Regaining my composure. “Lets see this secret of yours.” I couldn’t believe my eyes as Rebecca began to reveal her most prized possession. She cuddled up next to me, both of us laying on our tummies, me holding the flashlight with one hand over her head while Rebecca turned the pages. The front cover of the glossy magazine was dog eared but was still in good condition. Written across the top in bold letters the title read. “Older women who love younger girls.” Just beneath the title were pictures of an older well dressed and elegantly made up woman holding the hand of a very young girl dressed in a Catholic school uniform and looking up at the woman with love in her eyes. Underneath the picture the caption read. “It’s a night she’ll never forget.” I found it hard to breathe as each glossy page seemed to pull me deeper and deeper into lust. I’d never seen anything like this. The very idea that women didn’t need men to make passionate love was something that spoke to my heart. As Rebecca slowly turned each page she would quietly whisper each caption into my ear making sure her lips brushed the side of my neck, making me shiver with a deepening desire. “This was my mothers favorite magazine.” Rebecca whispered in my ear. “She used to read it to me every night at bed time.” I couldn’t believe what she was saying. I was so enthralled by the pictures of older woman with their heads buried between the legs of school girls that I was only aware of my thumping pussy, my wet panties and Rebecca’s soft voice revealing to me her experiences with her mother. “In this picture. The woman is licking the little girls clit just like my mother used to do to me. See how her face is all like she’s in pain?” “Ahhh yes.” I said in a husky voice barely able to speak. “She’s really not in pain you know, she’s just like having a cum.” I lay back a bit and turned my head to face Rebecca’s. As I did she quickly forced her bare knee between my legs and wedged it snugly up against my excited crotch. “Wow,” she said as she slowly moved her face closer to mine. “Your panties are getting all wet.” “Yesss.” I mumbled. But before I could say anything else she took my face in both her hands and planted a long hot kiss sliding her tongue into my mouth with the boldness of someone who’d done this a thousand times already. After what seemed hours, Rebecca pulled her swirling tongue and lips free of mine making a muffled smack and leaving a long stream of saliva which hung between our lips. “You kiss ok, but I can teach you to be a better kisser just like my mom taught me …ok?” I was breathing heavily now, barely able to think. All I wanted to do was get away and work out what was happening to me. But this little girl, Rebecca, had both her hands clamped on the sides of my face and her continued gyrations between my legs was making it impossible for me to resist her. “Please…please…” I said in a weak voice. “Wha…what are you doing to me?” “Shhh…” She said as she pushed the magazine under my pillow. “Put down the flashlight and sit up.” Rebecca threw off the heavy comforter as I sat up to face her. She quickly grabbed my pink nighty and pulled it up over my head, throwing it on the floor. She pushed me back down and straddled my hips and with one smooth motion removed her own nighty. She sat motionless starring down at me taking in the sight of my small developing breasts. Her legs tightly clamped on either side of my hips. I was was almost holding my breath. Starring up at her not knowing what she was planning to do. I was excited by her attention, but had no idea what I should do. I knew I didn’t want this to stop, her kiss had awakened something deep down inside me and I desperately needed her right now. Rebecca leaned in close to my face, her legs still clamped tightly to my sides. She grabbed each of my hands and forced them up over my head. “Keep your eyes open.” She said in a seductive little girls voice. Her breathe was sweat and hot as her mouth captured mine and her pink swirling tongue invaded my mouth. I felt as if I’d been captured by some feline predator, falling into her deep brown eyes as they grabbed my sole, her mouth sucking the very last drops of resistance from my body. Rebecca broke off the kiss and got up and turned around so that she was straddling my breasts. Her legs trapping my arms to the bed, she sat up and worked her little right hand under my panties snaking two fingers between my sensitive pussy lips. I stopped moving for a second trying to adjust as the most wonderful sensation I’d ever experienced began to seize my body. Sensing this, Rebecca scooted back until her pussy was right over my mouth. She rubbed my face with her moist bald cunt, applying just enough pressure and a little shimmy motion to cause the her pussy lips to open, exposing her irritated clit to my mouth. Then she quickly removed my panties and planted her mouth on my cunt and went to work on me. I don’t remember who climaxed first but that’s when I knew I would never need a man. We slept together every night until I left for college the next year. By then I was a trained lesbian lover. Rebecca had opened a door deep in my sole that set me free. Looking back at the girl I was and the woman I am today I came to realize that women have been victimized by our male dominated society. Beaten down and dominated by pigs like my father have left generations of woman unsatisfied and unfulfilled. As much as Rebecca set me free from all that, College opened more doors allowing me to pursue my hearts desire..The liberation of all women from men! Oh …and what happened to Rebecca after I left for college? A few weeks after I left, she ran away from the foster home and after a few months I received a letter from her…
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