by callmeQ67
Thirteen-year-old Courtney lay on Melinda Lunsford’s king-sized bed, a pillow under her hips. Her forehead was beaded with perspiration and her hands gripped the moist, rumpled sheets. Melinda lay face down between Courtney’s widespread adolescent thighs.
Melinda had been teasing Courtney’s delicious bubbling stew pot with her fingers and mouth for the past twenty minutes, letting the teen’s desire build slowly until she was practically delirious with the need for release. Several times she had taken the young brunette to the brink and pulled her back. Pinning the girl’s prominent labia open with her thumbs, Melinda was taking long, slow licks from Courtney’s puckered anus to the hood of her clit.
The pretty teenager was emitting an almost continual humming moan punctuated by squeaks of delight as the older woman’s tongue passed over her slick jellybean. Courtney’s sparse pubic hair was saturated with Melinda’s drool and her own sweet juices, as was the pillow beneath her.
Melinda drilled deep between the smooth slick walls of the child’s fuck hole until she felt Courtney’s hymen on the tip of her tongue. Curious, she opened the lips with her fingers until she could see the thin membrane blocking the entrance to the girl’s womb. It had a small opening just big enough for a finger.
“Oh, my sweet little girl,” said Melinda. “Shall I make a woman of you?” Her tongue traced lazy circles around Courtney’s bulging pleasure nub.
“What? Oh! What do you mean?” Courtney panted.
“What I mean, dear Courtney, is I would like to take your maidenhood; to deflower you; to pop your cherry. I want to stick something deep inside your love canal and rip you open. Is that clear enough?”
“Oh, yes, Mrs. Lunsford! Do it to me! I… I… want you to be the one.” She gazed lovingly into Melinda’s eyes.
Courtney made this request with such sincerity that Melinda almost felt bad about what she was going to do. It was adorable how attached to her the sweet teenager had become, and, if truth be told, Melinda harbored some tender feelings of her own toward the girl. But she refused to let feelings come before ambitions, and her current objective was to join the board of directors at her club, The Westchester Country Club.
The chairwoman was willing to help sway the other board members in Melinda’s favor, but, of course, she wanted something in return. What she wanted was to sample Courtney’s charms. And she wanted it to happen while Courtney’s hymen was still intact.
“In good time, my pet,” said Melinda. “All in good time. But let’s save your virginity for a special occasion, shall we?”
She went back to lapping Courtney’s juicy cleft. Melinda and her young lover quickly fell into a rhythm and the teen’s moans rose in pitch and intensity. The older woman could read the signs, and just as the girl was about to reach her peak, she backed off, again. Courtney whined in frustration.
“Are you ready to cum, sweetie?” Melinda asked, innocently.
“Oh, my gosh! Yes, please!”
“Am I special to you, Courtney? Do you care about me?”
“Mrs. Lunsford, you know I do! I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”
“No?” she spat, in a voice much harsher than she felt. “Then why are you fucking Mrs. Leslie behind my back?”
The girl’s mouth fell open. Brooke Leslie had told her that their tryst the previous day would remain a secret. It seemed she had lied.
“I didn’t want to!” said Courtney. “She made me do it.”
“Oh, she forced you, did she?”
“Yes! She tied me to my bed. Then she blindfolded me and put my panties in my mouth.“
“And how did she manage that without your help? Did she hold a knife to your throat?”
“No, but she’s much bigger and stronger than I am. She was really rough.”
“And what did she do when you were tied to your bed?”
“I… I think she took pictures of me.”
“How do you know? You said you were wearing a blindfold.”
“There was a bright flash and the sound…”
“How many? Two? Three?”
“A lot,” said the teenager miserably.
“I see. What else did she do?”
“She touched me… all over. ”
“That’s it? Did she do anything else?”
“She… licked me… and she made me lick her,” said the child. Melinda was sure Courtney would have blushed if her face was not already bright pink.
“Oh, you poor darling,” said Melinda scathingly. “How awful. You must have hated every second of it.”
She paused as she noticed a tear roll from the corner of her little lover’s eye. It was hard to pretend fury when, in her mind, she relished the image of little Courtney tied to her own bed and made to service her butch friend. She could hardly wait to ask Brooke for the details.
“Did she make you cum?”
“Please, Mrs. Lunsford.”
“Did she make you cum?” Melinda repeated, forcefully.
“Y… yes.”
“How many times?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Why, you little slut, you came so many times you lost count, is that it?”
“Yes… no! Oh, please don’t be angry, Mrs. Lunsford! I didn’t want to be with her. I don’t like her… she’s mean. You’re the only one I care about. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Anything!”
These were the words Melinda was waiting to hear.
“As a matter fact, there is something you can do for me,” said Melinda. She went back to eating Courtney’s pussy, wanting it perhaps even more than Courtney herself. The girl’s moans rose higher.
“Will you be a good girl and do as I tell you?” asked Melinda before she resumed her skilful tonguing.
“Uhhhnnnn… yes, anything.”
Melinda sucked Courtney’s labia into her mouth and released them with a wet plop. “Even if it involves another woman?”
“But I don’t want… “
“Will you do it or not?” She sucked Courtney’s labia again before continuing.
“There is something important that you can help me with. But if you don’t want to, maybe I can find another girl.”
“No! I mean, yes, I’ll do it. I’ll do whatever you ask,” said sweet young Courtney.
“That’s my girl,” said Melinda. “Is there anything I can do for you right now?”
She scooped up a mouthful of Courtney’s thick honey and savored it on her tongue before swallowing. The little teenager’s gusher was spewing more hot lava than Mount Kilauea.
“Ooooohh, please make me cum, Mrs. Lunsford. Please, oh, please, please, do it… pleeeease.“
“You have such lovely manners, Courtney,” said Melinda.
She sucked the girl’s hooded clit into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue against her upper lip. Then she pressed her flattened tongue to the top of Courtney’s vulva as the teenager pushed her juicy snatch urgently against the older woman’s mouth.
“Oh yes!” cried the little brunette. “Yes… Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!” she wailed, her voice almost hysterical. Her smooth fleshy thighs trembled on either side of Melinda’s head. Just as she was reaching the point of no return, the older blonde woman reached out and pinched both of Courtney’s puffy nipples, hard.
“Aiyeeeeeeee!” screamed the teenager, her body jerking convulsively. Her legs squeezed Melinda’s head so tightly she thought her skull might crack like a walnut. But with one final tremor, Courtney’s eyes rolled back in her head and her body fell limp and motionless.
* * *
Amelia Fazio’s limousine stopped first at the Lunsfords’ house where Brooke and Melinda were waiting. The driver got out and held the door until the two women were seated. As they greeted one another, Melinda noticed a fourth person in the back of the car – an absolutely stunning pale blonde girl. She looked to be about sixteen. Melinda stared at her.
Amelia was chair of the Westchester Country Club’s board of directors. She’d seen the DVD that Brooke had been circulating showing Melinda Lunsford having sex with a delectable young brunette. Then she learned that the girl was only thirteen. Amelia had a weakness for pretty teenage girls, but she’d never had one as young as Courtney. She wanted the girl badly, and Melinda had agreed to lend her for an afternoon. Melinda’s price was a place on the board. It seemed a small price for a slice of the beautiful teenager.
“Ah, Melinda, I see you’ve noticed my young companion,” said Amelia. “Brooke, Melinda, this is Sigrid Carlsson. Sigrid, these are two of my dear friends, Brooke Leslie and Melinda Lunsford.”
“Most pleased to meet you,” said the girl, with a Swedish accent.
“Charmed, I’m sure,” said Melinda. She turned to Amelia. “What the hell is she doing here? I thought we had a deal. It was to be just you and Courtney, with Brooke and me there to shoot the video.”
“Don’t worry,” said Amelia. “I trust Sigrid completely. She’s my au pair, you see.”
“Why do you need an au pair?” said Melinda. “Your children are all grown.”
“I do have my grandchildren over from time to time,” said Amelia, smiling. “But I’ve found that I can rely on Sigrid for many things.” She placed a hand on the blonde girl’s smooth leg. “Many things,” she repeated.
* * *
Courtney waited nervously on her front porch. Melinda had told her to wear something nice, so she had put on her new halter-style sundress and a pair of leather sandals with thin straps. She’d considered wearing pantyhose, but it was a hot day and she thought her tanned legs looked okay without them. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Even though her boobs had recently grown into a C-cup, they didn’t need any external support. Besides, the bra had looked silly with her dress, which left most of her back bare.
A long black limousine turned the corner onto her street and Courtney went down the front walk to meet it. The driver got out and opened the door for her. Just as she was about to get in, she saw her best friend Kristen across the street. She was staring, open-mouthed. It was too late to pretend she hadn’t seen her, so Courtney just waved and got in the car.
Once inside, Melinda kissed her and introduced her to Mrs. Fazio.
So this is who I’ll be having sex with, thought Courtney.
At least fifty, Amelia Fazio was an attractive woman, and reminded the girl of her middle school principal, a thought that both disturbed and excited her. Amelia’s deep cleavage drew the young girl’s eye to her enormous bosom, and Courtney found herself wondering what it would be like to handle such large breasts. Her hair was thick and glossy black, worn in a wavy style that seemed a bit dated to the young teen.
She must have look scared, because Melinda took her hand and said, “Don’t worry, honey, it’s going to be fine.”
Courtney then stole a glance at Sigrid. Even sitting down it was evident she was tall, and with her long blonde hair and striking green eyes, Courtney thought she must be a supermodel. Brooke was eyeing her too. Her long legs were spectacular and her prominent breasts strained the seams of her white blouse.
The rest of the short trip passed in something of a blur as Courtney imagined what she would soon be doing. Amelia asked questions and she answered them, but the teen’s mind was elsewhere.
Soon they turned into a private drive with tall hedges on either side. Elaborately wrought iron gates blocked the way, then magically opened to allow the car to enter. They rolled along a twisting lane through what looked like a park, past fountains and copies of classical Roman sculptures. At last the house appeared.
Courtney had thought Melinda was rich, but this was wealth of a different order. The house looked like a palace, with a huge central portico supported by fluted Corinthian columns. Additional wings extended to the left and right. Amelia took one of Courtney’s hands and Sigrid the other, and led her into the house.
Behind them, Melinda and Brooke exchanged glances. It was rumored that the Fazio money came from organized crime, and the gaudy opulence of the estate tended to confirm their suspicions.
“Let’s go straight to my room, shall we?” said Amelia. “Everything we’ll need is there.”
They went up a curving marble staircase to a broad central hall.
“This way,” said Amelia, and they entered a bedroom about the size of a tennis court, with French doors along one side and an enormous round bed. There were two professional video cameras on tripods and several umbrella lights.
Sigrid opened a refrigerator hidden behind a cherry wood panel and went to work uncorking a few bottles of Veuve Clicquot, while Brooke and Melinda got the cameras ready to roll. When everything was set, Sigrid served the champagne.
“To our young guest of honor,” said Amelia, raising her glass.
Courtney blushed and took a sip. She’d never had champagne before and she thought it was delicious. She quickly drank the whole glass.
Amelia smiled and took the flute from her hand. “Stand over here,” she said, steering Courtney to the middle of the room. “Sigrid, undress her for me.”
The wine had given Courtney a mild buzz, but she was still unnerved. She was about to be stripped before a woman old enough to be her grandmother!
Sigrid stood in front of Courtney and looked down at her. She was quite tall, and made even taller by her high heels. Courtney was struck once again by Sigrid’s beauty. She felt herself a plain little girl by comparison.
Sigrid stroked her hair and bent to whisper in her ear. “You’re so pretty,” she said. Sigrid moved behind her and began to untie the knot that held her dress in place.
The compliment from the beautiful Swede made Courtney feel better, but she was very aware of Amelia watching from an armchair and the two cameras pointed at her. It was embarrassing but strangely arousing. Young Courtney was realizing that it was the very moments when she felt the most helpless – like when Brooke had come to her house and tied her up – that she also felt the most excited. She felt weak and quivery inside, like when she was little and had done something forbidden, and she knew she was about to be punished.
As Sigrid slid the dress down her body, Courtney’s hands moved automatically to cover her breasts, her arms crossed. When the dress pooled at her feet, the tall Swede helped her to step out of it.
Amelia gazed at her, enthralled. Courtney was certainly not the anorexic type. Her body was lush with curves for a thirteen-year- old, and the wealthy chairwoman adored her plump thighs, narrow waist, and the little roll of baby fat spilling over the top of her girlish panties. With her round face, pert nose, and full lips, Courtney embodied Amelia’s ideal of adolescent beauty and sex appeal.
“This is no time to be shy, Courtney,” said Amelia, after a moment. “Let’s see your pretty boobs.”
Courtney looked over at Melinda, trembling with nerves. She wasn’t sure if she could go through with this. Melinda just shook her head, as if to say there was nothing she could do.
“Sigrid,” commanded Amelia. “Help her.”
Reaching around her from behind, Sigrid took hold of Courtney’s wrists. “I wish to see them, too,” she whispered. The young brunette allowed her hands to be raised over her head.
Amelia sat forward in her chair and gaped.
“Mother Mary in heaven,” she said.
The little girl’s breasts were incredible, creamy white, perfectly shaped and larger than Florida oranges, yet they didn’t sag in the least. The nipples and aureoles were pink and tilted upwards.
Amelia could hardly wait to suck them.
“Let me see her from every angle,” said Mrs. Fazio.
Holding Courtney’s hands over her head, the tall Swede slowly turned her as if she were a ballerina, or a puppet. With her arms raised, the profile view of her breasts was superb. They jutted out like fat, ripe pears. The rear vista was no less enchanting. Courtney’s back was smooth and unblemished, with two symmetrical dimples just below her waistline. And her high round ass, gleaming white in contrast to her tanned legs and back, was no less than divine.
Soon it will all be mine, thought Amelia.
“Bring her to me,” she said.
Sigrid lowered Courtney’s arms and led her by the hand to Amelia’s chair. When she stopped, the young girl’s knees and those of the older woman were almost touching. Sigrid stood just to the side and behind Courtney.
The feeling was growing stronger inside the young teen; that hollow in the pit of her stomach that seemed to sink all the way to her cootchie. She thought how strange it was that she was here, this woman devouring her with her eyes. Little Courtney was both aroused and frightened, but there was no escape now.
“Touch her,” said Amelia.
Sigrid seemed to know what she wanted. She stood behind Courtney and ran her hands up and down the girl’s sides, stroking her hips, her waist, her ribs. She massaged the child’s delicious bubble butt and her slightly rounded belly. Courtney’s breath was coming more quickly and suddenly her breasts were aching to be touched. She knew her nipples were hard as little pebbles.
Slowly, oh so slowly, the blonde girl’s hands traveled up Courtney’s body until they cupped her breasts.
A little sigh escaped the young girl’s lips.
Sigrid explored her tits gently, molding them, dragging her palms across the hard nipples.
Another sigh.
Sigrid pinched the pink gumdrops, twisting them slightly, and Courtney let out a groan.
Sigrid’s hands slid down the teenager’s body to her hips. One hand slipped under the waistband of her panties in back, the other in front. While the hand in back caressed and squeezed her ass, other fingers combed through her meager pubic hair to investigate the lips of her sex. The fingers played lightly over Courtney’s vulva for a moment, until one probing digit wormed its way between her labia. It was like poking a hole in a dike. The juice which had been building up flooded Sigrid’s fingers and Courtney’s cotton panties.
The brunette teenager forgot where she was and enjoyed Sigrid’s touch. Brooke lifted her camera from its tripod to move in for a close up. She let the camera lens roam from Courtney’s closed eyes and parted lips, over her luscious breasts, to Sigrid’s hand moving inside her panties.
Sitting just in front of her, Amelia caught the scent of Courtney’s arousal. Like a shark detecting blood in the water, it drove her to action. She reached for the brunette teen’s breasts, touching them almost reverently. Courtney opened her eyes.
“My God,” said the older woman. “Your boobs are so perfect.”
Amelia was straining to reach the teen’s breasts with her mouth, so Courtney lowered herself a few inches by spreading her legs apart.
This also gave better access to Sigrid’s fingers. She used the tip of one finger to tease Courtney’s anus while other fingers massaged her clit.
Amelia sucked both of the teen’s tasty nipples, then mashed her tits together and tried to suck both nipples at the same time.
Courtney’s moans grew more insistent.
“That’s enough, Sigrid,” said Amelia. “I think she’s ready.”
The blonde Swede took her hands out of Courtney’s panties and stepped back, licking her fingers.
“I’ve waited so long to taste you,” the older woman said, looking into the teen’s eyes. She took hold of the waistband of Courtney’s panties and lowered them. As the little cotton underpants slid down her thighs, long, shining threads of the thirteen-year-old’s cunt sauce stretched from the gusset to her vulva. Amelia stopped to marvel at the sight.
“You’re so wet,” she said. “I love that.”
Finally she slid the panties all the way down, and Courtney stepped out of them.
“Kiss me,” said the older woman, and Courtney bent forward.
This is so weird, the girl thought for a moment, but when her lips met Amelia’s sparks shot straight to her groin.
As their tongues explored each other’s mouths, Amelia’s hands wandered over Courtney’s body, squeezing her breasts, her ass, her thighs. Finally, Amelia’s hand cupped Courtney’s dripping pussy mound, fingers slipping between her juicy labia. By the time they broke off the kiss, the little teen brunette was on fire.
“Climb up here,” said Amelia, and she directed the teenager to kneel on the arms of the chair, her thighs spread wide. The wealthy middle-aged woman slumped down in the chair a little until the girl’s pussy was right in her face. For her age, Courtney had unusually prominent inner lips, and with her legs open, they hung between her fleshy outer lips like fruit waiting to be plucked.
With her hands on the girl’s shapely ass, Amelia kissed the tender skin of Courtney’s inner thighs. “So soft,” she murmured. She licked the hollows just to the left and right of her pussy, the aroma drawing her closer, until her tongue was taking broad swipes up and down Courtney’s swollen outer lips.
“Mmmmmm,” whimpered the adolescent girl, her need evident. “Oh yes,” she cooed as Amelia’s tongue traced the perimeter of her curled inner lips before burrowing deep in her Holy of Holies. “Oh my goodness!”
“I love your sweet little cunny,” said Mrs. Fazio.
Soon everyone could hear Amelia licking and sucking at the teenager’s juicy fuckhole. Courtney had clearly lost the last of her inhibitions. She was riding the older woman’s face, her hips gyrating in a steady rhythm. Brooke knelt in front of the chair for a good view of Amelia lapping the teenager’s sopping cunt, her tongue appearing and disappearing between the folds. The HD camera recorded every detail down to the juice covering her chin.
Courtney’s moans grew louder and more frantic. She hugged the chair, nipples rubbing against the upholstery, her dripping delta moving with total abandon over the wealthy woman’s face, her round butt bouncing up and down.
“Yes… oh, God, yes,” she whined.
Melinda zoomed in for a close up of Courtney’s face, her pretty features contorted with ecstasy.
As much as she hated sharing her little fuck toy with Mrs. Mafia Boss, she had to admit the scene was turning her on.
When Amelia eased a fingertip into Courtney’s ass and sucked her clit, the girl screamed and exploded in climax. Her body was motionless for a moment, cunt mashed against the older woman’s mouth, then a series of shuddering spasms went through her limbs. Finally, she slumped down across the chair in Amelia’s lap.
Amelia held the limp body tenderly, stroking her hair and face. When Courtney’s eyes fluttered open, the older woman smiled and kissed her lips.
Courtney smiled back. “Thank you,” she said. “That was so amazing.”
Amelia kissed her again, deeply this time, and the young teen tasted herself in the older woman’s mouth.
“Will you be ready for more fun soon?” Amelia asked the girl.
Courtney bit her lip and frowned, like she was thinking about it. “Maybe,” she giggled.
Mrs. Fazio pushed her off the chair, laughing. “Go lie on the bed and wait for me,” she said.
Brooke and Melinda repositioned their cameras for a better view of the bed.
Amelia got up from the chair. “Help me with this dress, Sigrid,” she ordered.
The blonde girl stood behind Amelia and unzipped her black dress, peeled it off her shoulders and down.
The dark haired woman was short and voluptuous. Under the dress she wore a lacy black bra, matching high-waisted panties, and black stockings held up by garters. Her hips were very round and full, having born six children.
Courtney lay on her side, head propped in one hand, checking out Amelia’s body. She’ll want me to lick and suck her now, thought the teenager.
The older woman’s waist was small considering the size of her bust and hips, and Courtney decided she was sexy. Amelia’s chunky thighs brushed against each other when she walked toward her, and as she got closer, the teenager could see pubic hair curling from the edges of her panties for at least an inch or two down each leg.
She stopped beside the bed. “Sigrid,” she said, and the Swede immediately began to work at the hooks of her full-figure bra.
The bitch certainly has her au pair trained, thought Brooke. She wouldn’t mind doing some training exercises with the gorgeous blonde herself.
When the bra fell away, Courtney’s eyes went wide. Amelia’s tits were humongous. They sagged a bit, naturally, given their dimensions. Each was the size of a ripe cantaloupe with dark reddish aureoles the size of tea saucers, and nipples as big as half her thumb. Courtney thought they were magnificent.
Sigrid knelt to lower Amelia’s panties.
Amelia had more pubic hair than little Courtney had ever seen or imagined possible. It spread out in a thick triangle almost to her navel and far to each side. Through this dense jungle the young teen could just make out something dark and purplish.
“Jesus, what a bush,” whispered Brooke to Melinda. “She oughta take a weed whacker to that thing.”
Amelia pushed Courtney onto her back. On hands and knees, the older woman dragged her huge milk sacs up the young girl’s torso until they hung on either side of her face, hiding it completely.
Courtney hefted them.
“Oh my gosh,” she said. “I love your boobs.”
Her hands were so small in comparison, they practically disappeared into the heavy jugs, fat nipples poking out between her fingers.
“Suck them,” said Amelia.
Little Courtney obliged willingly. She loved the feeling of the heavy breasts in her hands and the thick nipples in her mouth. She alternated between them, sucking one and squeezing the other.
“Sigrid, get undressed and come over here,” said the chairwoman.
Brooke had been waiting for this moment. She turned her camera on the blonde Swede.
Sigrid unbuttoned her white blouse and took it off, then her skirt.
Oh yeah, said Brooke to herself.
Without a trace of selfconsciousness the lovely teenager unhooked her bra and pulled it off. Her breasts were wonderfully full and round, her aureoles so pale they almost blended in with the soft skin around them, with little inverted dimples at their centers.
The panties came off next. Sheer perfection, thought Brooke.
Sigrid’s skin was white and luminous, not a blemish anywhere. No trace of a tan line, either. The pubic hair was so pale that it was almost invisible, a true blonde, for sure.
Amelia lay on her back with Courtney on one side, so Sigrid took the other.
The older woman’s huge breasts slumped down the sides of her chest.
“I’ve always wanted to have both my tits sucked at the same time,” she said.
The two teenagers suckled her dark red nipples like nursing babies.
“Mmmmmm, that feels wonderful,” she said, stroking their hair.
Amelia raised Courtney’s head to kiss her. “You’re so adorable,” she said to the young brunette. “Now get down and eat me.”
While Sigrid continued to suck and play with Amelia’s massive melons, Courtney placed herself between the older woman’s parted legs. Until this moment, the young girl had seen exactly two pussies up close: Melinda’s and Brooke’s. One of them was shaved and the other closely trimmed, and both women had small inner lips that remained hidden most of the time.
As her fingers parted the thick black hair, Courtney could see that Amelia’s cunt was something altogether different.
The inner labia were thick and curled, and extended far beyond the fleshy outer lips – easily a couple of inches. They were dark purple, almost black at the edges, and bright pink at the center. At the top was a huge clit. Sheathed, it stuck out like a small, uncircumcised penis. The smell was different, too – a much stronger, more pungent scent.
Zooming in for a reaction shot of Courtney’s face, Brooke wasn’t sure if her look was one of lust or horror. Pushing aside the hair, Courtney first licked the thick flaps, then sucked them into her mouth. She slurped up nectar like a thirsty dog. Burrowing deeper, it seemed she might lose herself in the older woman’s hairy cunt. Amelia held the girl’s head with both hands and humped her face. Courtney was clearly enjoying herself and there was plenty to enjoy. She fed greedily.
“Oh, that’s good,” said Amelia. She pulled her knees up to her chest. “Now lick my ass.”
Tangy juice poured from her cunt and coated the older woman’s butthole. It too was surrounded by curling black hairs.
Courtney felt so dirty being made to lick this woman’s asshole, to be watched while she did it, to be videotaped, but that very act of submission, being told what to do, filled her with an aching need. Her pussy wept, begging for attention as her tongue rimmed the older woman’s ass hole, scratchy hairs tickling her cheeks.
Amelia groaned and lowered her legs. “Sigrid, there’s room for you here, too.” As Courtney went back to sucking her labia, the blonde lay down next to her between the older woman’s thighs. The young brunette made room for her and with their faces pressed together, the two teenagers ate Mrs. Fazio’s pussy.
Courtney lavished attention on one side of Amelia’s prodigious flaps while Sigrid sucked the other. Then the Swede began to tongue-fuck her employer’s juicy hole while Courtney sucked her clit.
“Oh God, yes,” said Amelia. “That’s perfect.”
Giggling, the two teens kissed, their faces wet with the older woman’s fuck sauce.
“Now Sigrid, do my clit,” Amelia said. “Fuck yes,” she purred. “Put your fingers in me, Courtney,” she said.
Two fingers went in with no difficulty. She fucked the older woman’s cunt while Sigrid sucked her clit, and Amelia moaned with pleasure.
“Use four fingers,” she said.
“Wow,” said little Courtney as her hand penetrated the juicy fuckslot. Only her thumb remained outside. Amelia’s tunnel of love was stretched from bearing children, and she’d dreamed about fisting. But Sigrid’s hands were just too big to enter her comfortably. Pubescent Courtney, though, had such tiny hands.
“Courtney, I want you to put your whole hand inside me.”
“Oh my gosh, are you sure?”
“Just make sure it’s good and wet,” said Amelia. “Sigrid, help her.”
Smiling at Courtney, the Swedish girl sucked the little brunette’s thumb, drooling on it. When it was slick and shining with spit she said, “Do it now.”
Sigrid held the older woman’s pussy flaps spread open. Courtney tucked her thumb in tight against her other fingers and began to work her hand into Amelia’s fuckhole.
“Oh God,” the woman groaned.
“Am I hurting you?” asked Courtney.
“No, keep going… yes, like that, slowly… Oh, God damn it!” she cried as Courtney’s hand sank in up to the wrist.
The girl waited a moment for Amelia to adjust to the sensation. She loved how hot and wet it was, and the way the vaginal walls squeezed her hand. She curled her fingers. When the woman moved her hips encouragingly, Courtney slowly began to fist-fuck her.
They established a rhythm which grew faster as Amelia’s orgasm approached. The chairwoman thrashed, her big jugs heaving, a low moan deep in her throat. “Oh my fucking God… Oh my fucking God…” she repeated again and again.
When she was sure Amelia’s climax was near, Sigrid began to suck on her clit while Courtney fist-fucked her. They held on as the older woman’s hips rose from the bed, every muscle taut as a piano wire.
Her scream was loud enough to wake the dead. At last she sank back to the mattress, her body trembling.
When Courtney eased her hand free, it was followed by a gush of clear ejaculate, soaking the sheets.
Sigrid thrust her face into Amelia’s wide-open fuck hole, drinking up as much as she could. Sharing a kiss with Courtney, they licked the juice from one another’s faces, laughing like the young girls they were.
But the laughter died suddenly. As Amelia recovered, the girls fell on each other, touching, caressing, tasting. Soon they were locked in a torrid sixty-nine, each devouring the other’s sweet teenage cunt. They rolled over and over on the wet sheets, until Courtney was in a state of what seemed a perpetual orgasm. It never stopped, but rose and fell in waves.
Brooke and Melinda could barely contain themselves.
Amelia watched the two beautiful teenagers, stroking their bodies.
“Courtney,” she said, “I know you’re saving your virginity for a special occasion. But there is another part of your body I’d like to violate right now.”
The girls were still licking each other’s pussies with Courtney on top. Amelia went to a dresser and got something from the top drawer. She knelt behind Courtney, and as Sigrid licked her scrumptious young cunt, the chairwoman began licking her ass.
“Uhhnnnn,” moaned the thirteen-year-old. “That feels so amazing.”
When Courtney’s virgin ass was good and wet, Amelia slid a finger into it. She kept her nails short for this very purpose.
The little brunette was humming and moaning into Sigrid’s cunt.
After a minute or two Amelia drove in a second finger.
Courtney was coming in Sigrid’s mouth again, her body covered in a light sheen of perspiration.
Using a small bottle of lube, Amelia began to grease the object she’d taken from the drawer. It was a smooth, curving glass dildo, tapered at one end with a thick bulb at the other. Withdrawing her fingers, she dribbled lube on Courtney’s puckered asshole. The toy was so smooth and small at the tip that it slipped in much easier than had her two fingers.
“Oh, Mrs. Fazio,” whimpered Courtney. “What are you doing to me?”
“Don’t worry, child. I’m going to fuck your ass.”
The tapered glass grew broader at its center, and as Amelia pushed in more and more, it became as thick as a man’s cock.
The sensation was so foreign but so exquisite, little Courtney never wanted it to end. She loved the feeling of being filled up.
Sigrid continued sucking her cunt while the dildo plundered her ass.
“Oh yes!” She cried. “Give it to me! Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Yes! Keep fucking my ass like that! Please don’t stop! Don’t ever stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh yeah, fuck me!”
On and on she screamed.
Melinda was beside herself. She had never before heard Courtney utter a curse word stronger than ‘damn,’ and to hear her begging to be fucked in the ass was too much. She’d never seen anything so arousing in her life. When Courtney finally collapsed from exhaustion, she and Brooke left their cameras on the tripods and threw themselves on the blond Swede.
The two teenagers served the three older women all afternoon and well into the evening. The girls used every combination of lips, tongues and fingers to please the women and each other. Amelia especially loved riding Sigrid’s pretty face while Courtney licked her ass.
By the time they were all too tired to go on, the bed was a shambles, the wine was all drunk and the entire room reeked of sex.
Courtney knew by the end of that day that she was made to serve. On the way home, she told Melinda that she wanted to be her fuck toy forever.
The little thirteen-year-old could hardly wait to serve her mistress again.
Continue on to Chapter 5
