Finding the Thrills Behind Sadness
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By Wednesday of that week, I was back on cloud nine, as my mom liked to say. All seemed right with the world now. On Tuesday morning, Mom had picked up Deanna on the way to school and dropped us both off, and we waited for Marie to show up. When she did, we both greeted her with huge smiles.
Marie knew Deanna and I had made up, and I had finally confessed that I was in love with both of them. Marie took Deanna aside to our private spot on the short brick wall. They chatted for a few minutes, and when they returned to me, they told me that we needed to have a threesome soon, or maybe even more.
“I wouldn’t mind if Jenna and her friend joined us,” Marie said.
“You mean Carmen?” I asked.
“Yeah, I really liked licking Jenna Saturday morning, and having another girl that age would be awesome.”
“Are you interested in even younger?” I asked her.
“Sure!” Marie said, and grinned.
“How young would you go?” Deanna asked her. I glanced at her after she asked that, knowing Deanna would go awfully young. We had enjoyed Nikki when she was five.
“As young as a girl can be and know that she wants to play around,” Marie answered.
“Five?” Deanna asked.
“Sure,” said Marie. “That’s how old I was when my sisters seduced me the first time, and I don’t regret it a bit.”
“Four?” I asked, and Marie looked at me, thinking.
“Maybe four,” she said, “if she knew what was happening.”
“I touched a three-year-old’s pussy before,” Deanna said. “My cousin Tori. She giggled and stuff, but she didn’t really know what it was about. She just knew it felt good.”
This was a bit of a surprise, really. I had never known she had touched her cousin when the girl was that young. I knew the cousin she was referring to, however, because Deanna had mentioned Tori after a recent trip to visit her mother’s sister in Seattle. Tori was now five, and Deanna had been more successful getting the little one interested in what they’d called “adult fun games.”
The bell rang and we entered the building, splitting up to go our separate ways for first class.
But as I said, things were great.
Until Wednesday evening, that is.
Gwen stopped by, and she didn’t look happy at all. At first, my heart seemed to catch in my throat because I thought she might have the ultimate bad news about Cindy, but it turned out it wasn’t about Cindy, though it related to her.
Kinsey Harris, the call girl who had talked to Gwen about Cindy, had been found dead. Her body had been discovered in a dumpster on Bellanca Avenue near West Manchester in Inglewood, one of the many suburbs of L.A. She had been strangled. There were other injuries, but I never heard about them because Mom and Gwen didn’t want to give me nightmares.
Jenna heard the news and ran to her room. I followed and held her while she cried.
“I sometimes can’t sleep and think about my mom,” she cried. “If she could have gotten back to get me by now, she would’ve.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Everything will be okay.”
“My mom’s dead! I just know it!” Her sobs began again. I felt so sorry for her. I knew if my mom was missing for three years, I would go crazy. I hadn’t really thought about how sad Jenna must be sometimes.
I realized there wasn’t much I could do to make her feel better. I just held my adopted baby sister while she cried. It was all I could do, and that made me feel so helpless.
After a while, her crying subsided and she looked at me with teary eyes and said, “Make love to me. Please?”
“Are you sure?” I asked. I hadn’t expected that at all.
“Yeah. Very sure.”
When I asked my mom about it later, she told me that sex is an affirmation of life. She said that for us to make love probably made Jenna feel very alive, even while thinking her mom was possibly dead.
I took Jenna in my arms and kissed her, very softly, very tenderly. I didn’t want to rush things or turn this into some frenzied sex with the only objective being having an orgasm.
So with that in mind, I kissed her tear-stained eyes, her nose, her ear lobes. Then I was nuzzling her neck, licking and kissing the softest areas I knew were the best for that.
I felt her shiver in my arms.
Holding her close, I lifted the hem of her shirt and removed it. Then I kissed her on the lips again, softly sliding my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met mine and seemed to slide around my invading tongue as if they were dancing to a slow song of love and romance.
She began to unbutton my shirt, an eggshell colored midriff blouse, and pushed it off my shoulders. I helped her discard it. She, of course, was wearing no bra since she still had nothing to hold up there, just some slightly swelling nipples, but I was, and she unsnapped it, pushing the straps down my arms and off.
Leaning over my topless body, she took one nipple into her mouth and began to suck it like a baby wanting milk. She curled up to me and did that for some time, suckling me and running her hands over my back, shoulders, and arms all the while.
I held her as if she were a baby, my baby, as she sought the comfort this act must be able to provide her.
After about ten minutes, she moved to the other nipple and continued sucking it as she had done with the other one. This time, however, she began gently humping my thigh while she “nursed” from me.
Finally, she broke the lip-lock she had on my boobs and kissed me. I could see the lust, desire, and love in her eyes.
Reaching down, I pushed her shorts, which had only an elastic band waistline holding them up, down to her knees, then adjusted my body so I could reach to push them all the way off over her delicate, little feet. I sat up on my knees and started to remove my own shorts, but she stopped me.
“Let me,” she said, and reached up to replace my hands with her own. She unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the waist, unzipped me, then pushed them down my legs to where my knees rested against the bed. Lying down, I allowed her to remove my shorts.
She lay on top of me, pussy-to-pussy and began to grind slowly into my center, pushing her little girl’s pussy against my young teenager’s mound.
Our breathing quickened as the lust in us rose to another level. I felt my nipples tingling and stiffening as they puckered with the sensual pleasure my body was feeling. I could feel Jenna’s nipples stiffen as well, poking into my sensitive flesh.
My hands grasped her panty-clad butt and I squeezed and kneaded the pliant flesh, savoring the feel of the globes beneath the thin fabric. Her breathing told me she liked that I was massaging those cheeks. I felt her raise her hips slightly, urging my hands to seek her rosebud to tenderly touch its center through the thin material of her cotton panties.
I could do better than that, however.
I hooked my thumbs into the elastic waistband and tugged, sliding her last undergarment down her legs to mid-thigh. She reached down with one hand and, tucking her legs up, removed the panties.
I reached down and took them from her, holding them in my hand before placing the garment against my nose to breath in the intoxicating aroma of her young, fresh pussy. The gusset was already quite wet, and I stuffed the panties into my mouth to suck the juices from that small area of lucky cloth.
Jenna smiled at me and kissed me passionately as her panties protruded from my lips. I was sure she could taste her own clean nectar on her panties and my lips.
I removed her panties my mouth and renewed the kiss, driving my tongue past her lips to swim there behind the open wall of her teeth.
When we broke this kiss, she scooted down and removed my panties, doing the same with mine that I did with hers — stuffing them into her mouth to suck clean.
She kissed me with my panties in her mouth, allowing me to taste what she was tasting, to enjoy what she enjoyed.
Then my panties, now cleaned of the juices that had filled them, were tossed unceremoniously onto the floor and our lips met again to continue the kisses.
Jenna was lying on top of me once more, and my hands once again sought her butt, squeezing the soft balls of flesh. And again, she pushed her pelvis back, raising her butt to try to steer my touch to her tender orifice.
This time I satisfied her desires. I moved my hand to the crack and allowed the middle finger of my left hand to slide between the cheeks and down the crevice, parting her anal cleft to reach the anus itself. Touching it with the very tip of my finger and short fingernail, I felt her squirm on top of me in delight as she raised her butt farther to urge my finger to enter here there, to fuck that tiny opening.
Once again, I did what she wanted.
Then I rolled us onto our sides and said, “Do mine too.”
She grinned and slipped her finger quickly down to part my cheeks and push her finger into my butthole to the first knuckle. I grunted in delight as she did this and began to push my finger in and out, keeping everything no deeper than my own first knuckle.
I now moved to put my face near her pussy, momentarily stopping the fucking of her ass with my fingertip, but returning to it when I was finally in place to lick and devour her pussy. I was now under her and staring at her soft flower.
She giggled as my own bare pussy hovered under her face. Then, she raised her face to join the lips of her mouth to the lips of my pussy. I dove into her moisture and began to lap and lick the area, concentrating on her tiny clit, which was now a small, hard bump beneath the fleshy folds of her labia. The tiny nugget of flesh seemed to be playing an erotic game of hide and seek. It hid in plain view while my tongue sought it to lick and rub it into the mounting climax.
“Oh, my God, Cheryl, that feels so good!” she said.
“I know exactly what you mean,” I answered.
I began to chew her outer labia the way I had seen Marie doing. I would chew the hairless mound before pulling my teeth back to lick, kiss, and suck the fleshy folds, only to start chewing again once I began to feel Jenna’s hips begin to hump against my mouth.
Jenna began to return the favor, chewing softly on the outer and inner labia before replacing her teeth with her tongue and lips. She was so good at what she was doing, I would have sworn it was Marie doing it instead of Jenna. She had learned well from my girlfriend.
I began to feel the hint of the orgasm that would soon pound into me like a runaway train. It was sliding up on me for a moment, then it was rushing to its completion.
I began to scream out my climax as it consumed me, causing my body to jerk, spasm, and hunch as wave after wave crashed into me. It felt as if my pussy had been connected to a live wire and the electricity was coursing through me.
Moments later, Jenna was coming too. Her body convulsed with the intense shocks and after-shocks of her orgasm. Grunts echoed in the room as she forced the sounds out of her lungs with each jolt from the climax.
When we had both finished coming, we returned to kissing each other, this time with tender gasps and sighs. We lay beside each other, pussies pressed into hips, and slowly humped ourselves to another orgasm, basically masturbating while using the hip and thigh of the other person.
Once we had come that way, we just lay with each other, spent and basking in our afterglow from coming.
“I love you, baby sister,” I said, giving her a tired, but satisfied, smile.
“I love you, too, big sister,” she said.
Then we closed our eyes and slept. I wasn’t aware of time until Mom came to get us out of bed.
“You two can’t stay in bed all day. There are things that we have to get done,” she said, rousing us from our sex-induced slumber.
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Things were looking up by Friday. Of course, Kinsey was still dead, but the rest of our lives were returning to normal.
That day at school, I stayed back after the class had left Ms. Patterson’s English class. I had been thinking about it, and I had decided she was a very pretty, sexy woman. She had shoulder-length, dark blonde hair and a nice figure. She wasn’t too big in the boob department, which was fine because I don’t care much for large boobs, and her slender hips made me think of my Aunt Emmy.
Not only that, but she had inadvertently confessed to having messed around with girlfriends when she was our age. Well, confessed may be too strong a word, but because she had basically refused to answer my question about that, it had become fairly obvious what her answer was.
I knew her next class was her planning period, so I hung back to chat about what she’d caught Marie and me doing in the bathroom nearly a week ago.
She had gone outside into the hallway to “direct traffic” as she sometimes called it when she tried to get students to get to their classes, and didn’t know I had stayed. My next class was visual art, and I knew I could be late to that class and not worry as long as I had a note from a teacher.
When she walked back into her room, she saw me and gave a slight gasp of surprise. “Cheryl — I didn’t know you were still in here.”
“Yes ma’am. I wanted to talk to you because I have a lot of questions about stuff and thought you might could answer them.” The truth was I had no questions I didn’t know the answers to, at least on the topic I had chosen to discuss, but she didn’t know that.
“Well, I can do my best. What class do you have next, though? I don’t want you to miss something important.”
“I’m in visual art. I’m getting an A in there and can be late with a note. Ms. Brimley won’t mind. We’re just working on a project I’m almost finished with anyway.”
“Okay,” she said. I could see she was a bit flustered, and I thought that odd. She was a teacher, I was her student. Why would she be nervous with me?
I sat looking at her for a moment until she interrupted my thoughts to ask what questions I had.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry. I was just sorta wondering something.”
“Okay…what?” I was definitely beating around the bush about this.
“Ms. Patterson? When I asked you that question the other day, you refused to answer it and I was wondering what the answer was.”
“What question, Cheryl?” But I could see she knew exactly which question I meant.
“You know, the one about if you were like Marie and me when you were younger.”
“There’s a good reason I didn’t answer you,” she said. “That’s a very personal question.”
“Well, I figured you know about Marie and me, and you didn’t seem all upset about what we were doing, so I just kinda wondered if you did stuff like that. If you did, I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just want to know what Marie and I did isn’t all that bad, that if you did it too, then I wouldn’t feel, you know, weird about my feelings.”
She looked at her room door, which was open. Then she stood up, went to it, and closed it. We were completely alone now.
“I don’t think I should tell you if I did that stuff or not,” she said. “You say you won’t tell, but that would give you something on me — if I did anything like that, of course.” She was blushing slightly.
“It’s actually kinda obvious you did,” I said.
“How do you figure that?” she asked, blushing fully now.
“Because if you hadn’t, you would have said you hadn’t. Instead, you said it’s not my business. You would have denied it if you didn’t, but you sort of side-stepped the question.”
“Why do you want to know about this — if it happened, that is?”
“Like I said, I don’t want to feel all weird about how I feel about Marie, and if you’ve done it too, I won’t feel weird about it so much,” I said. Of course I was lying, but I just wanted to get her to talk about it. “And I won’t tell anyone, I swear. I mean, if I did, you could tell about Marie and me. So you have something on me, too.”
She took a deep breath and let it out, then looked at me, sizing me up, I suppose, to see if I was telling the truth about saying nothing. Of course, I would never have said anything about it, except to Marie and Deanna, and they wouldn’t say anything. And oh, yes, my mom and Jenna would hear about it, too, but they certainly wouldn’t say anything either.
“If you tell anyone about this, I will deny it and say you are spreading lies because I caught you with Marie. Understood?”
“Totally,” I said, hanging on the edge of my seat.
“When I was about your age, I had a friend,” she began. “Her name was Kelsey. We did everything together, loved the same shows on TV, the same movies, the same songs. Then one night she and I got permission to camp out in her backyard. I won’t go into all the details, but the subject of masturbation came up, as it often will in those situations where two adolescents feel as if they’re totally alone with each other and want to… explore certain topics. Kelsey wanted to know if I’d ever tried it. We did the ‘I’ll tell if you tell’ thing, but finally I admitted I had tried it before. Well, that was obviously the start of working around to actually doing that with each other that night, so we did. When I caught Marie and you together and realized what you’d been doing, I remembered Kelsey and how terrible it would have been if we were caught like that, especially if word got out we liked to masturbate together. I couldn’t ignore it, but I wanted to do my best to keep you out of trouble.”
“So, that’s all you did together?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, blushing.
“Did you… like it?” I asked, hoping this conversation wouldn’t end here.
She actually smiled. “What do you think?”
I smiled too. Then, I went for broke.
“Can I tell you something about Marie and me?” I asked her.
“Only if you want to.”
“We do more than that together.” I had thought about it, and realized there was nothing she could do to get us into trouble about that. I could tell her in detail exactly what we did with and to each other because it hadn’t happened at school, and the worst she would do is tell our mothers. And what good would that do?
She swallowed… hard. “What do you mean by that?”
“We’re lovers. We do everything in bed together.” I paused before repeating, “Everything.” I licked my lips.
Ms. Patterson turned a bright red. She had certainly not expected this.
“Do you understand what ‘everything’ means?” She was now breathing quite heavily.
“Oh, yes,” I said.
My own pussy was creaming like mad.
“Why are you telling me this?” she asked. She was perspiring now, and I could see from her eyes that this was turning her on, as I suspected it might. It was bringing back memories of her and her friend Kelsey, and their unfulfilled relationship. Of course, I was taking her at her word on that. Perhaps she had done much more as well, but she wasn’t willing to tell me that much.
“Because I want to,” I said. “I want you to know what we do together.” I got up and asked for a pass to visual art. She filled it out with a shaky hand and gave it to me. I went to the door and, before opening it, turned back to her.
“And I am hoping you think about us later when you’re at home… alone.” Then I looked directly into her eyes and said, “Do you think I have time to stop off at the bathroom? Marie won’t be there, but I still have something to take care of.”
“Sure,” she said. “If there are any problems with Ms. Brimley, just have her speak to me after school.”
“It won’t take me long,” I said and smiled at her before leaving the room. I had left absolutely no doubt as to what I planned to do in the girls’ bathroom, though what happened certainly wasn’t in my plans.
After locking the stall door, I pulled my panties down to my ankles so I could spread my knees to get the best access to my pussy. I immediately began massaging my clit, which was slick with my juices. About a minute into my self-loving, I heard the door to the hallway open. I stopped for a moment, knowing that my fingers would make wet sounds on my pussy if I kept going.
Suddenly, whoever it was tried to open my stall, pulling on the locked door.
“Occupied,” I said politely.
“I know,” came the reply. It was Ms. Patterson.
Holy fuck! She had followed me into the bathroom, knowing what I planned to do.
“Ms. Patterson?” I had not figured on this happening. Why was she here? Certainly, she wasn’t here to bust me for masturbating. She had pretty well agreed to allow me this time when she’d said to have Ms. Brimley contact her if there was a problem.
Then I knew. Of course. I had gotten her horny. I knew that. Now, she wanted me to do with her what I had done with Marie just last week. Maybe even more.
“Open the door,” she said, her lust obvious in her voice.
I pushed the latch and she entered, latching the door again. I was sitting there, my knees spread apart, my bald pussy on full display.
I looked up at Ms. Patterson. She was licking her lips and staring at my lap.
“I lied.” she said. “Kelsey and I did a lot more than masturbate together.”
I filed that away in my mind for later consideration, or ‘Reaction Time’ as Marie put it so well. Right then, however, I needed to deal with this. “What if someone comes in?” I asked.
“I locked the door to the hall,” she said. Then she raised her skirt, a flowing, soft cotton skirt that went above her hips easily. She wore no panties. “I took them off before coming down here,” she explained.
Her hands reached down to her own pussy, and she knelt on the floor in front of me. Leaning in, she placed her mouth on my pussy, and I began to soar.
I couldn’t believe it! My English teacher was licking my pussy while masturbating! She had busted Marie and me just last week for doing this same thing. No, not the same. Less, actually.
After she made me come, I watched as she finished herself off. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders and I decided to reach out and knead her boobs while she worked herself to orgasm. I could feel a thin bra beneath the dress, but because the material was thin, I could also feel her nipples sticking out and pressing themselves into my palm.
My mouth watered for her titties, but that would have to wait.
When she came, I watched as she writhed. She had obviously been even more turned on than I had thought she was.
Then she pushed my top up, along with my bra, and started sucking my nipples. I could feel them swelling in her mouth. I took the opportunity to reach down the front of her loose-fitting dress to slip my hands inside her bra to pinch her nipples.
Suddenly, she stood up and started putting herself together. Then she began to cry. I was shocked at this.
“I’m sorry, Cheryl. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so ashamed.”
“It’s okay. I knew what I was doing. I loved it!” I said, as I stood to hug my teacher. “I mean, I practically threw myself at you.”
She hugged me back and sniffled. “I suppose you’re right,” she said and smiled, blushing again.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she confessed. “I’ve been with a few girls much younger than I before, and I’ve watched movies with your mom in them for years, since I was in college. I would watch them and fantasize about meeting her. Then I end up not only meeting her, but I get a job teaching in the school her daughter attends, where I actually get to teach that daughter and fantasize about her every day. Oh, my, you are so sexy. You seem to sweat eroticism from every pore of your body. I must have come six times the night after I caught you two in here.”
I blushed at her compliments and confession. I’d never had an adult, well, gush over me like that in a sexual way. The adoration made me feel as if I were the porn star.
Then it hit me. She’d said she’d ‘been with a few girls much younger’ than she was before. I would have to get the story on her earlier adventures. I wondered if they were former students, or if she had a younger sister or two.
Looking down, I realized my panties were still around my ankles. Before pulling them up, though, I reached up and pulled the top of Ms. Patterson’s dress down off her shoulders, exposing her bra. Then I pushed the bra up and gasped.
Her chocolate brown nipples poked out about a half inch from her boobs like two pencil points.
Leaning into her, I began to suckle her like a baby. I loved the feel of that nipple in my mouth. Then stepping back, I looked at Ms. Patterson and said, “Can’t ignore the other one.” So I embraced the other nipple with my lips and sucked on it for a minute.
After that, I figured we shouldn’t press our luck, so I pulled my panties up while she once again pulled herself together to leave the bathroom.
As we did, I stopped Ms. Patterson at the door before she opened it. Standing on my tiptoes because she was about six inches taller than me, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her.
“Thank you, Ms. Patterson!” I said. “Can we do this again? Maybe you could come over to my house and really meet my mom. I’m sure she would love to have you.” I made sure to emphasize those words to get my full meaning across to my young, sexy English teacher. She got the message and returned the grin I gave her.
“Well, sweetie, first I think when we’re alone, you can call me Danni. As for meeting your mom and maybe doing more, I would love to if she’s interested.”
I just nodded, thinking she could be told when the time was right.
“Okay, I’ll talk to Mom about when you can come over.” Again, I emphasized the sexual innuendo.
“I’d like that,” Danni said, smiling.
We kissed once more to seal the deal.
I couldn’t wait to tell Deanna and Marie about this. They were going to die with envy. And I especially couldn’t wait to tell Mom. She had always thought my teacher was really sexy.
I had to wonder, though, what Ms. Patterson, or Danni, would think about my family’s lifestyle.
Continue on to Chapter 35
