Loading...My name is Jennifer. I’m a thirty-nine year old divorcee and mother of two precious little boys. Of course, they aren’t so little anymore for Seth just turned twelve last month and Cody will be ten next month; but they are still my babies. And like any mother, they are my whole life; my whole world and my very reason for living. I spoil them rotten and dote on them constantly. Their father and I have been divorced for nearly five years now and according to the divorce decree, he has visitation with them one night a week, every other weekend and two months over the summer.
And as much as I love my little boys, I do so look forward to the weekends when they are with their father; for that is my time; my time to go hunting.
The boys and I live in a small town just to the northwest of Houston, Texas. I work as a dental hygienist, own a quaint little one story house and am an active member of both the Homeowners Association and the PTA. I drive the boys to and from school every day, help them with their homework, tuck them in every night, let them sleep in my bed during a thunderstorm, never miss a football, soccer or baseball game and allow them to have backyard camp outs with their friends all the time. To quote Reba McEntire: “I’m a single mom who works too hard, who loves her kids and never stops; with gentle hands and the heart of a provider; I’m a survivor.”
But when my boys are away; that’s when the “Cougar” comes out to play.
It was just before my thirty-fifth birthday when Alex and I divorced; and though he remarried within six months, I didn’t even date for almost a full year and a half. Then one night while the boys were spending the weekend with their Dad, I went out with a couple of the girls at the office to a bar, had a few too many apple martinis and ended up in bed with a much younger man.
Unfortunately, I don’t remember too much about what all happened that night, but I fell madly in love with the idea that a man nearly fifteen years younger than me had found me so attractive. I went out with him a few more times and the sex was phenomenal! But that is all it was; great sex! Then just like that, he was done with me! I was half tempted to get pissed off when it suddenly dawned on me that I was free now to experiment with other young gentlemen. So I began to take “hunting” trips every weekend that the boys were with Alex; and I soon became a very avid and skilled hunter. I had several little flings with some very hot and sexy young men and began to really feel alive again. Then one evening, I was picked up by a young man and his wife. It was kind of awkward at first, but I ultimately had the time of my life, and also made the discovery of my life: making love to women! Yes, I far more enjoyed making love to the guy’s wife than to him; I actually at one point forgot he was even there. The touch and taste of another woman forever captured me that night and I have not been with another man since; nor do I ever wish to be again. Nothing personal, fellas!
Being extremely inexperienced; more to the point, totally new to the whole lesbian scene, I found that hunting for women when you are a woman yourself is more than a little complicated. Again, as long as the boys were away would be the only time I would go out to play. I started off by going to a few lesbian bars and nightclubs that one of my patients had told me about. Over the course of a year, I met some very hot and sexy women. That was my only requirement; she had to be a real lady. I had no interest in dykes or butch women. Any woman I hooked up with had to be a very feminine, attractive and sexy lady; I wasn’t particular about height, intelligence or even personality. After all, this was all about hot and wild sex.
I am a rather imposing woman myself as I stand an even five-eleven. Not to toot my own horn; wait! What the hell am I saying? This is a story about hot sex. Of course to toot my own horn! My body is a lean, powerful, finely tuned athletic instrument with irresistible sexual allure. Possessing exquisite feminine muscle definition, pristine hour glass curves; all wrapped up with sultry alabaster skin and delicate feminine softness, I definitely turn heads. Combining the forward attributes with my platinum blond hair that flows fully and mystically down to my shoulder blades, my piercing sapphire blue eyes, pearly white and sparkling smile, luscious and ruby lips, firm and glamorously round 38 C-cup breasts; my friends tell me I’m a dead ringer for country singer Faith Hill.
Needless to say, I had some unbelievably hot sexual encounters with several women and learned so much about the fine art of loving and pleasing women. Even though I’d been a woman all my life, I had no idea of all the hidden springs, hot spots and wondrous ways that one woman could love and pleasure another; things men didn’t have the slightest clue about. I soon started going to regular bars and nightclubs so as to put my hunting skills to the test and was finding it easier and easier now to seduce women; often many straight women who were just “curious.” Sometimes, it was absolutely breathtaking to watch their faces as I pleasured them in bed; to see this inexplicable light of fulfillment blaze into their eyes as a whole new world opened up to them.
One of the most marvelous things I discovered about seducing and having sex with women is that it never gets old! It never gets boring or becomes routine; for although every woman has the same general anatomy; we are all, at the same time, very different individuals! Though we may all look the same between our legs; how we like to be touched, how we like to be held, how we like to be pleasured and most of all, how we liked to be loved varies considerably from woman to woman. Men on the other hand, are universally all one and the same when it comes to sex; they just have different names.
No offense, guys!
As time went on, I began to hunger for the touch and taste of young flesh again. Only now it was for young female flesh! Though every woman I’d been with up to that point was beautiful, sexy, passionate and sensuous; they were all my age or older. Only a couple had been younger, but not by more than a few years. For some reason, very few really young women seemed to frequent the clubs and bars I did; even those that were of legal age to do so. Call me a dirty old broad or pervert if you want, but I was craving buxom young female flesh like a vampire craves blood.
On the tenth of July 2010, I celebrated my fortieth birthday. Now while so many women dread the big four-oh; I completely embraced it, for I don’t believe that a woman is truly considered a “cougar” until she is at least forty. I decided that I would really treat myself; and I think you know what I mean. It was summer and the boys were away for the next month and a half with their father. Summer also means bright sunshine and stifling heat; and with bright sunshine and stifling heat come short pants with taut, bubbled asses and long tan legs, tank tops with bulging cleavage as well as tan sexy shoulders and arms. And of course, the bikinis! And with bikinis came all of the above; and a lot more!
I spent the afternoon preparing my bedroom for my birthday night feast; setting out lots of scented candles and incense as well as spreading rose petals all over the floor and made up the bed with silk sheets. I talked to the boys on the phone around six and then jumped in the shower. I decided to dress casually for I was planning an entirely new approach down a totally uncharted path. Up to now, the youngest woman I’d been with was twenty-eight; but tonight, I was going younger. Much, much younger! I wanted a girl that was young enough to be my daughter; twenty at the minimum, with eighteen being ideal. I know that sounds terrible; almost incestuous, but I didn’t care. Just the thought of it got me hotter than a volcano.
I slipped on a pair of white khaki shorts without panties, a tight red tank top without a bra and a pair of flip-flops. I primed and pruned my face, let my platinum blond hair hang free over my shoulders, snapped up my purse and headed out the door. Wanting to be discreet for the sake of my sons and of my standing in our small community, I drove to the next town which was about twenty miles away. My plan was based on a very simple principle: to hunt on what most potential prey would consider safe grounds. Just as you are not likely to be attacked by a lion in Time Square or to be eaten by a Great White Shark in the Colorado Rockies, a predator is far more likely to make a successful kill if she stalks her prey where she is not ordinarily known or expected to hunt.
I arrived at a CiCi’s Pizza at around quarter to eight. My boys absolutely love eating at the one in our town for it’s all you can eat pizza with a full game room. I’ve also noticed that it is a very popular place for teenagers to eat and hangout for it is relatively inexpensive; and many of those teenagers are beautiful girls trying desperately to look much older by dressing like slutty little vixens and outright whores. So delicious!
Along with the pizza buffet, there is also a salad bar, so I made myself a small salad and filled a glass with some iced tea. I took a seat at a table along the glass front of the building so as to have a full view of the restaurant as well as an unobstructed view of the parking lot. The entrance was directly behind me and the exit was right in front of me. The place wasn’t very crowded this evening; just a few young couples with small children and elderly couples with grandchildren. There was a table of five teenage boys in the far corner and I could feel their eyes on me from the moment I walked in. I was definitely a mother they’d all like to fuck! I munched casually on my salad as I flipped through a magazine I’d brought along. I went back for a refill of iced tea and continued looking through my magazine and paid the boys no mind. At last they tired of gawking at me and left. I was actually relieved, for I wanted nothing to offer distraction to my prey, if and when she ever arrived. I went back for a little more salad and as I returned to my table, I spotted a late model SUV pulling up into a parking space right next to my car along the sidewalk and three teenage girls got out.
The driver was a very tall and lanky girl; not quite as tall as me, but fairly close. She had disheveled long brown hair, miniscule breasts, rail thin arms, bony hips and bowed skinny legs. As she came closer, I saw that her face, sad to say, could make a speeding train stop, back up and take a dirt road. The poor baby was covered with heavy acne and her skin was sickly pale. The girl who exited the backseat on the passenger side was barely half the height of the driver and extremely dumpy looking. While she had a cute face, she was very chubby with stubby little legs, frazzled red hair, plump arms and I had a difficult time distinguishing where her breasts ended and her belly began. She wore clothes that were at least two sizes too small for her; definitely a girl who did not understand that spandex is a privilege and not a right.
Turning my gaze to the girl that exited the front passenger seat, I nearly choked on the sip of iced tea I’d just taken. Shorter than the driver but taller than the backseat girl, this beauty nearly stopped my heart; not to mention completely redefined the term “exotic”. First there was all her gorgeous coal black, long and glossy hair that draped immaculately down to her shoulder blades. She had flawless skin that was beautifully tanned; exquisitely shaped and sculpted legs, lean and willowy arms, toned and alluring shoulders, slim and sexy hands, a long and sleek neck and a statuesque, curvaceous figure that the deepest and darkest sexual fantasies were made of. Her ass was so picturesque it should have been against the law for her to have to sit on it, and her breasts were so impeccably proportionate to her body; flawless in shape and so youthfully firm and glamorous. Her face was a divinely inspired combination of angelic sweetness and goddess beauty.
Her eyes were plastered with heavy mascara and her cheeks where speckled lightly with glitter. Her full and pouting lips were covered in dark crimson gloss and her manicured fingernails and toenails where all painted an almost metallic shade of royal blue; and likewise, sprinkled with glitter while both her wrists were adorned with countless metal, rubber and fabric bracelets; there was a ring on every finger.
Dressed in skin tight denim shorts, a stylish short sleeve button down white top that was tied off in a knot just below her stunning rack, which was covered by a black sports bra, I had a clear view of her perfectly flat, toned and trim tummy with its pierced button and dangling ring as she strode sexily down the sidewalk toward me. She took the lead while the other girls fell into step behind her, yet crowded up close to her. It was abundantly clear that she was the ringleader of the trio and that the other two girls hung on her every word and move.
Though my heart was fluttering and my stomach was quivering with anticipation, I remained calm, eyeing her casually as the three of them approached the exit door right in front of me. While the other two girls continued on down the sidewalk to the entrance door, my birthday gift, as I was already calling her, opened the exit door and walked almost defiantly into the restaurant. She shot a brief and near scornful glance down at me, almost as if to say, “I dare you to tell me this is for exit only.” But I merely returned her icy glance with one of my own. Our eyes met for only an instant and she was already striding around my table and up toward the buffet line to meet her friends.
So we’re an arrogant and cocky little bitch, aren’t we? I thought to myself as she passed by me. Perfect! By the time this old cougar finishes with you, you’re gonna be one feeble little kitten. Meow!
I caught a strong whiff of her perfume as she passed by my table and it made my mind momentarily spin with carnal and intoxicating lust. I didn’t even know her, yet I knew that fragrance mixed perfectly with her body chemistry and hence fit her like a glove: “I’m gorgeous! You know it and I know it! I can have anyone or anything I want so I can be as big of a bitch as I want! And if you don’t like it, fuck off! I do what I want, whenever I want and however I want.”
This was going to be even more fun than I thought. Her stoic arrogance and cocksureness was going to play her right into my hand; not to mention the idea of pulling my prey out of the herd, taking her home and devouring her while her friends watched helplessly; oh so delicious! As I glanced casually over my shoulder and observed her and her friends starting down the buffet line with their trays, I couldn’t help but to grin deviously.
“That’s right, honey. Eat hearty because you’re definitely going to need your strength.” I whispered to myself.
I watched her work her way down the buffet line, scowling with disapproval at her friends choices and rolling her eyes at the male staff members behind the counter who tried to talk to her; essentially brushing them off. I suddenly remembered something that my brother used to say when he saw an attractive but snobbish little bitch like my birthday gift. He said he’d love to buy her for what she’s actually worth and sell her for what she thinks she’s worth. But in this case, what she was actually worth and what she thought she was worth, at least in terms of physical beauty, were probably exactly the same. I then witnessed the short and chubby girl head for the dessert section of the buffet and load her plate with sweets as my birthday gift rolled her eyes and snapped at her.
Oh, that’s it! I thought to myself. You just keep right on being the bitchy little tramp you are. You may think you’re the hottest thing under the sun now and that your shit doesn’t stink, but in a few hours I’m gonna have you eating out of my hand; and out of my soaking wet snatch. You’re gonna be my own personal little pussy whore! And you’re gonna love every lick of it and be begging for more.
The three of them filled their plates and glasses then migrated to a booth along the wall that was less than ten feet away from me and in a straight line of sight. My gift slid into the side of the booth that was facing toward me while her two friends stuffed themselves into the other side.
Wow! Could this possibly get easier? For now all I had to do was to lock my gaze on her with calm but hungry eyes and let her ego do the rest. Clearly she loved to have all eyes on her at all times; to be the center of attention and the object of everyone’s desire. But Lord bless her, she was just arrogant enough to think that she could pick and choose who could look at her and who couldn’t. And I was willing to bet that the eyes of a strange and older woman were off limits.
Sure enough, her eyes were soon darting constantly in my direction with a stern scowl on her face and she was squirming like she had ants in her pants as she obviously felt my gaze on her. Not long after, she was leaning over the table and bickering to her friends as she motioned toward me with her eyes and the slight tilt of her head. The other two girls briefly glanced in my direction; I merely smiled and they both seemed to almost cower. Then just as I’d figured, my little tramp was on her feet and making a bee-line for my table. I took a sip of my tea, flipped a page of my magazine and pretended to be engrossed in the article as I ordered myself to remain cool and let her fall directly into my trap.
“Hey!” She hissed in a belligerent tone. “You got some kind of problem, lady?”
I lifted my eyes slowly and met her icy stare; her eyes were a gorgeous shade of dark brown; almost black, and she had a sultry, sexy voice.
“I beg your pardon?” I replied casually; her delectable fragrance now flooding my nostrils like a tidal wave.
“I said do you have some kind of fucking problem?” She repeated.
“Well, like most people, I have my share of them. But if you’re inquiring as to whether I have a problem with you, then I’d have to say no.” I answered coolly.
“Then why are you staring at me?!” She demanded harshly.
“Because you’re a very beautiful girl.” I answered.
“What?”
“I said that you’re a very beautiful and sexy young lady and that’s why I was looking at you!”
“So? What? You saying you wanna fuck me or something?” She hissed.
“I certainly wouldn’t mind.”
“What are you? Some kind of pervert?
I studied her very reflectively for a long moment and thought carefully about her choice of words there.
“Interesting.” I finally said.
“What’s interesting?” She snarled.
“The fact that you called me a pervert and not a homo or lesbo.”
“Yeah, well that’s a given. I mean, I can see you’re a girl!”
“Ahh, honey; take a closer look at me! What, if anything about me, says that I’m a GIRL?” I hissed.
“Okay, a woman!” She hissed back. “They can be perverts too.”
“Yes, but they very rarely call each other that.” I said calmly. “No, that term is almost exclusively reserved for men who are looking at you with lusty eyes and making sexually explicit remarks; and most of the time, you secretly like it. But if a woman is doing all that to you, you wouldn’t call her a pervert; no, you’d call her a dyke or a lesbo or homo, wouldn’t you? But you called me a pervert. Very interesting.”
“Fuck you!”
“Your place or mine?”
“Shut up! And quit fucking staring at me!”
“Oh come now; you don’t really want that, do you?” I asked coolly.
“What?” She growled.
“You love being stared at! Being worshipped! Desired; the center of all attention. You thrive on it; you crave it. You know you’re built for it and you couldn’t do without it. That’s why you dress the way you do. But you’re just enough of an arrogant little bitch to think that you can pick and choose who can, and who cannot look at you.” I expounded.
“You don’t even know me!” She snarled.
“Oh, I know you very well.”
“Just stay away from me, freak-o!”
“Why? That’s not what you want either.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“My name is Jennifer.”
“I don’t give a fuck what your name is.”
“Yes you do.”
My birthday gift stood motionless beside my table; staring down at me with her mouth agape and the fire of frustration blazing in her eyes. She was totally befuddled. She was losing a battle she wasn’t truly aware she was fighting.
“Honey, if you really wanted me to stay away from you, you’d have stormed off a long time ago. Yet, you haven’t moved. You just keep standing there and you keep fighting. But who exactly are you fighting with? Me or yourself?”
“You; bitch!”
“I don’t think so.” I said. “No, your mind and your body are refighting the battle of the Alamo. Your heart’s pounding like a jackhammer while your stomach’s just a fluttering away; you’re feeling all hot, gooey and flushed. And I’ll bet your sweet little honey pot is dripping wet, aching and tingling thinking about what it would be like with me.”
My birthday gift rolled her eyes, gasped without really taking a breath, threw up her hands in frustration and stormed back to her table. I had to struggle with all my strength to keep from laughing; this was so much fun. Even if things didn’t work out with her, I was having an absolute ball fucking with her naive young mind. But I knew without a doubt that I had her. As she plopped back down in the booth and began chattering incessantly to her friends, I checked my watch.
“Three minutes.” I whispered to myself and then resumed scanning the magazine article in front of me.
The next thing I knew, I heard the chair directly across from me slide roughly over the tile floor and I looked up to see my beautiful little birthday gift plopping herself down right across the table from me. I checked my watch; just barely two and a half minutes had passed. Damn, I’m good. For a brief moment, I cursed myself as a cruel cunt, for I was enjoying this far too much. After all she was just a baby and I had her mind so frazzled that she was on the verge of jumping out of her gorgeous skin. But I didn’t care; I wanted this exotic young beauty so bad I was practically foaming at the mouth.
“Something I can do for you?” I asked with a grin.
“I could call the cops on you, you know!” She snapped.
“And just what exactly would you tell them?” I asked as I took a sip of my iced tea.
“That you’re a pervert and you’re harassing me.” She said; her voice trembling slightly.
“I’m harassing you, huh?” I scoffed. “And yet you’re the one that keeps coming to me. And once again, you called me a pervert; not a lesbo or dyke.”
“What do you want from me?” She roared.
“How about we start with your name.” I said softly.
“I’m not telling you my name.”
“I told you mine.”
She sat fuming for a minute; studying me carefully. I almost felt sorry for her for the look of confusion and desperation on her face was just precious.
“It’s Ashley.”
“That’s very pretty.”
“Now what do you want?”
“The question’s not what do I want; it’s what do you want? You’re the one that keeps coming over here.”
“I want you to leave me alone.”
“Ashley, all I did was look at you. You’re the one that’s not leaving me alone.”
“You were staring at me!”
“And I told you why; you’re a very beautiful young woman.”
“I’m not gay!”
“But I am. And as such, I like to look at a beautiful young woman.”
“Just not me!”
“Why not you?”
“Because I like men.”
“So you don’t mind men looking at you; but you don’t want women to look at you?”
“I don’t mind women looking at me; just not you!”
“Why not me?”
“Because you’re a lesbo.”
“So what if I am?”
“That means you want to have sex with me.”
“And is that any different than what men want when they look at you?”
Ashley was quiet for a moment; her little mind clearly spinning like a washing machine, searching for an answer.
“I guess not. It just makes me uncomfortable.” She finally said.
“If it’s no different than a man looking at you and fantasizing about having sex with you, why should it make you uncomfortable if it’s a woman doing it? Because that’s all it is; a fantasy.”
“I don’t know. It just does.”
“I think it makes you uncomfortable because it intrigues you. And because it intrigues you, it also excites you; even arouses you. And being aroused sexually by another woman frightens you; frightens you because you can’t stop wondering what it would be like. And that you just might really enjoy it.”
Ashley’s mouth again fell open in shock as she threw up her hands in frustration; making all her cute little bracelets jingle like crazy as she slid her chair out and jumped to her feet. I merely lifted my gaze to follow her rising.
“You’re crazy, lady! Stay the fuck away from me!” Ashley snarled as she spun on her heels and started away.
“So what are you and the girls gonna do tonight?” I asked; stopping her dead in her tracks and she spun around.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“That’s none of your fucking business!”
“Let me see if I can guess then: the three of you will leave here and probably meet up with a group of friends over at the bowling alley or someplace like that; and I’m almost certain that there will be some boys in that group. After awhile, I’m sure you all will try to get your hands on some alcohol; probably some cigarettes too.”
“Eewwh! I hate smoking.” Ashley grimaced.
“Good girl.” I replied. “But I’m sure several others in your little group; particularly some of the boys, don’t hate it and do it. So once you get your hands on some booze, you’ll go to somebody’s house or some secluded spot to drink it. You’ll get tipsy and end up having one of those young studs all full of beer with stale cigarette smoke on his breath gnawing on your mouth and pawing at your clothes while you try desperately to keep from vomiting and to keep his hands out of your pants or off your ass.”
“And just why would I want to do that?” Ashley asked.
“Because you’ll be thinking about me.” I stated matter-of-factly. “You’ll be wondering what would have happened if you’d gone with me tonight. You’ll be thinking that if you’d accepted my invitation; Jennifer could then be pleasuring me in ways I never knew were possible. She could be teaching me things about my body and my sexuality that I never dreamed of. Jennifer could be showing me all the incredible things that one woman can do to, and for another in the throes of passion. You’ll be thinking that instead of this young, dumb and full of cum lumox, I could be having a beautiful, experienced, mature woman savoring every fiber of my physical being, Ashley; and helping me discover the exquisite physical pleasures and the boundless sexual fulfillment that my body is capable of receiving.”
Ashley stood motionless and stared at me with a glassy-eyed expression of wonder and confusion; she had a look of true innocence about her now as she held her hand over her heart. For a moment, I thought I’d completely sealed the deal. Tilting her head, she seemed then to be stepping toward me; but at the last second, she hesitated, shook her head and sauntered back to her friends at their table. I didn’t move and soon found that I was holding my breath. Ashley sat in complete silence for several minutes, holding her head in her hands, periodically combing her fingers through her gorgeous long and dark hair as her friends tried to talk to her; but she wasn’t there anymore. She was already with me in her mind; and I hoped, her heart.
Suddenly, Ashley sprang out of the booth, snapped up her purse and rushed toward me; my heart shifted into maximum overdrive. Yet she didn’t stop at my table, but hurried out the exit door and down the sidewalk toward the SUV she’d arrived in. Her two friends fumbled and bumbled over each other and chased after her, doing their best to ignore me completely as they passed by my table and went out the door. Glancing out the window and down the sidewalk, I could see Ashley had stopped in front of the SUV and was pacing around like an expectant father of old as her friends caught up with her. I suddenly felt a deep pang of guilt in my heart and wondered if I’d taken this too far; freaked the poor girl out so bad that I truly did frighten her. Ashley’s two friends stood around her as she continued to pace and the three of them seemed to be engrossed in conversation.
I went to the ladies room that was near the back of the restaurant and took care of nature’s business. Once finished, I made a quick check of my face and ran a brush through my hair. I returned to my table, took a final sip of my iced tea and glanced out the window again; the girls and the SUV they came in were gone. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. But, it was time to move on and try another approach somewhere else. Maybe I should just go on downtown to one of my clubs and see if I couldn’t meet somebody there. I picked up my magazine and headed out the exit door listening to the distant cries of the CiCi’s staff thanking me and telling me to please come again. I had no sooner stepped out onto the sidewalk when my soul nearly leapt out of my body as I turned toward my car.
Ashley was sitting all by herself on the little concrete bench in front of the business next door. With her arms folded across her chest, her lips were smacking nervously on a piece of bubble gum and her legs, crossed sexily, were bouncing up and down like a jackhammer. She appeared highly agitated; either that or terribly nervous. I took a deep breath, ordered myself to remain calm and strolled casually over to her. She wouldn’t even look at me at first; just kept staring straight ahead.
“So?” I said finally.
“So!” She snapped back and then blew a big bubble with her gum.
“Where’d your friends go?”
“I don’t know. I just told them to get lost.”
“Why’d you do that, Ashley?”
Ashley shifted her weight uncomfortably on the bench, uncrossed and quickly re-crossed her legs the other direction, blew another big bubble with her gum, let it pop and then sucked it back into her mouth.
“Because I decided I wanna go with you.” She finally mumbled and looked slowly up at me.
Outwardly indifferent, but inwardly bursting with joy, I kept on my poker face as I reached out my hand and smiled warmly at her. Then for the first time since I’d laid eyes on her, she smiled; and it nearly stopped my heart for it was so beautiful. Ashley took my hand and I helped her to her feet. Standing together for the first time, I was at least three heads taller than her; and as I held her hand, I gently stroked her long and silky soft hair with the other.
“So beautiful.” I whispered.
I let my hand slide gently down Ashley’s gorgeous face and caressed her immaculately soft cheek.
“How old are you, Ashley?” I asked.
“Eighteen.” She whispered.
“Oh my.” I gasped softly; incredibly aroused.
“What?” She snapped.
“Nothing.” I told her. “Nothing at all. Come on; let’s go.”
The first ten or so minutes of the drive to my house passed without a single spoken word between us; the only sounds being the tires thumping along the pavement and Ashley popping and smacking her gum.
“Mind if I turn on the radio?” Ashley suddenly asked.
“No.” I replied. “Be my guest.”
Ashley flipped on my car stereo, scanned the stations until she found HER station; a heavy metal station with guitars blazing, drums bashing and singers shrieking. And of course, she proceeded to turn up the volume to near ear-splitting level. I had the instinctive gut feeling that she was trying desperately to remain little Miss Cool; the show no fear mentality! Keep that cocky, arrogant and bitchy attitude front and center while just below the surface, scared shitless.
At last I pulled into my driveway, parked in the garage, killed the engine and then led Ashley into the house through the backdoor and into the kitchen. Setting my purse down on the table, I went over to the refrigerator as Ashley strode calmly behind me, taking in my quaint little house.
“Would you like something to drink, Ashley?” I asked.
“Got a Diet Coke?” She asked.
“Sure.” I replied; rather surprised. I thought surely she’d want a beer. “You sure you wouldn’t like something a little stronger? I promise not to tell.”
“Nah, I don’t drink.” Ashley said, still popping and smacking that gum.
“Really?” I said. “Doesn’t drink and doesn’t smoke. Very smart girl.”
“I try.”
I pulled a can of Diet Coke from the fridge along with a bottle of mineral water for myself and carried them both over to the table where Ashley had her arms folded over the back of one of the chairs.
“Here you go.” I said as I handed her the can.
“Thanks.” She replied and blew another big bubble with her gum.
“Ashley, do you think I could have some of your gum?” I asked.
“Sure.” She chirped.
Ashley set the can of Diet Coke down on the kitchen table and began rummaging through her purse until she pulled out a pack of bubble gum and held it out to me.
“It’s a multi-flavored pack so you’ll just have to take your chances on what flavor you get.” She told me.
“What flavor are you chewing?” I asked.
“Raspberry.”
“Ooooh, I love raspberry.”
With that, I slid my hands around Ashley’s sleek and sexy neck and took her mouth possessively in mine. Instantly, her entire body stiffened as my tongue burrowed its way between her plump, luscious lips and into the sweetest; not to mention hottest little mouth I’d ever tasted. Ashley struggled slightly against me at first as grunts and groans of surprise muffled down my throat. But as my tongue splurged deeper into the heat and promise of her delectable young mouth, the grunting and groaning quickly became soft and sensual moans of pleasure and contentment. Her purse slipped off her arm and crashed to the floor as I then felt Ashley’s toned but trembling arms slide around my waist. The tip of my tongue located the piece of gum between her teeth and I swirled it around and sucked it into my mouth before slowly pulling free of our first kiss.
Ashley’s head fell back in sheer ecstasy and her eyes were closed as I held that tight and buxom young body of hers snuggly up against me.
“Wow.” She finally said; I’d clearly taken her breath away. “Do all women kiss that good?”
Ashley leveled her head forward again and opened her beautiful eyes just in time to see me blowing a bubble with her gum.
“Oh my God.” She said with a giggle. “Guess you really do love raspberry.”
I kissed her softly on the lips again; just letting mine brush over hers, sampling the wetness and the sweet flavor of her cranberry lip gloss.
“You wanna know what I love even more?” I whispered.
“I’m not sure, but I think you’re about to show me.” She said with a bashful smile.
I smiled warmly and took Ashley by the hand, leading her out of the kitchen, through the living room, down the hall and into my bedroom. I led her over and we sat on the edge of the bed. I gently ran my fingers through her beautiful hair and then down over her face, caressing her soft cheeks and luscious lips. I took her mouth softly again, brushing mine over her sweet lips and gently suckling on them. Ashley sat almost rigidly beside me; her hands folded in her lap. She was still very tense; particularly now that we’d moved to the bedroom. I kissed and suckled on her chin and slowly up her jaw line then pulled back and took her mouth again. Finally I pulled away and just looked at her gorgeous little face as I caressed her cheek.
“You have the sweetest mouth I’ve ever tasted, Ashley.” I whispered.
“Thank you.” She whispered so softly I could barely hear her.
I immediately sensed that the cocky and arrogant little bitch was no longer there. No, the young girl sitting beside me on my bed now was a sweet, trembling and fragile little thing that was quickly coming to realize that she may just be in over her head.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” I asked softly.
“Yeah.” She mumbled.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “Because if you’re having second thoughts, all you have to do is say stop. I don’t want you doing anything that you’re not comfortable with. If you want, I can take you home right now.”
“No! No, I’m okay. Really, I am.” She said. “I like being here with you, Jennifer. You make me feel really good; special even. And I really like kissing you. It’s way better than I thought it would be.”
I stroked her hair; combing and curling some of her long and silky locks behind her ear as I smiled warmly at her.
“I really like kissing you too, honey. Your lips are so soft, and your mouth is like silk: so young, sweet and sensuous; and really, really hot.” I told her and she smiled weakly.
I kissed her gently on the mouth again and I felt her body relax; she even lifted her hand to softly stroke my long, blond hair.
“I love your hair.” Ashley said as our lips smacked gently against each other. “It’s so beautiful; soft and silky.”
“Thank you.” I whispered. “Now, I want you to lie down, sweetheart.”
I eased Ashley down onto her back on my soft mattress, snuggled her body in my arms and gazed deeply into her dark eyes. The look on her face was absolutely precious as she cuddled her arms almost protectively over her chest.
“Ashley, are you absolutely sure about this?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She mumbled.
“Look, I know that you’re scared; and it’s okay to be scared. But you have got to try and relax. Nobody is going to hurt you. You’re about to discover that making love with another woman is probably one of the most intimate and beautiful experiences in the entire world.” I said as I caressed her face and stroked her hair.
Ashley didn’t speak, but the look in her eyes and the little smile that came across her lips told me that she understood; and more importantly; that she trusted me. It hadn’t occurred to me until just then, but Ashley had really stepped out on faith and taken a tremendous risk by coming with me tonight. For all she knew I could have been some escaped lunatic or cult member that was going to take her deep into the woods and offer her up as a sacrifice in a satanic ritual or something. Or I could have doped her silly and sold her into slavery or human contraband. Or have taken her back to a crack house and let a pack of drug lords and dealers beat her up and rape her in exchange for drugs.
“Now, I want you to just lie still while I set the mood a little better, okay?”
“Okay.” She whispered and I kissed her softly on the tip of the nose.
“You are so beautiful; you do know that, don’t you?”
“I don’t know.” She replied softly. “But I like hearing you tell me that I am.”
Strange as it may sound, I actually believed her when she said that she didn’t know if she was beautiful. It was quickly becoming clear that the arrogance, cockiness and the bitchy attitude I observed earlier was nothing more than a suit of armor so to speak. I was now detecting a great deal of insecurity around her; a meekness, softness and gentleness that I hadn’t seen before. This girl was turning out to be much deeper than I originally thought; lots of layers and deeply hidden, precious qualities. And while this was all definitely altering my planned theme for the evening, it certainly wasn’t making it any less desirable; if anything, it was actually making it that much more.
I slid off the bed and quickly lit all the candles and incense that I had set out earlier in the day. Ashley remained flat on her back on my bed; her arms again snuggled protectively around herself as her head followed me around the room. As the candles slowly illuminated the room in a soft, romantic glow, Ashley lifted herself up slightly and glanced around; it was the first time she noticed all the rose petals scattered about.
“Wow.” She whispered. “You did all this for me?”
“No.” I told her. “I did all this for me. You see, today is my fortieth birthday. And I wanted to treat myself to something very, very special; give myself a very special birthday gift you could say. And the gift I chose to give myself is you.”
“Me?” She asked so innocently it nearly brought tears to my eyes. “Why me?”
“Because you’re young; and you are SO gorgeous. And from the moment I first saw you, I wanted to make love to you more than I’ve ever wanted to make love to anybody in my life.” I told her.
Ashley’s face filled with an adorably bashful smile and she rolled her head away from me; her tight little body beginning to tremble again. I set down the box of matches on my chest of drawers, slipped off my flip flops, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. I snatched the bottom hem of my tank top, yanked it up over my head and off in one motion and let it fall to the floor. I sauntered my now naked body seductively over to the bed and gazed down at Ashley who turned her head back slowly and looked up at my nudity with glassy-eyed wonder.
“Wow.” She whispered. “And you think I’m beautiful.”
“Oh you are, little one. You are.” I replied. “More than you can imagine. Scoot up a little further on the bed for me, sweetie.”
Ashley squirmed her gorgeous young body up to near the center of the mattress and I crawled up over her, straddling her hips; she was still cuddling her arms protectively over her chest. I leaned down over her and took her mouth again in a soft but lingering kiss; her lips are just so unbelievably succulent and sugary. I touched her face as I kissed her and then rose up above her again, taking her hands off her chest and placing them on my bare breasts.
“Touch me, baby.” I whispered.
I guided Ashley’s hands into tenderly molding and massaging my breasts at first, but it didn’t take long for her to start enjoying herself; a soft smile filled her lips and I let go of her hands and she took over fully. Ashley continued molding and massaging my breasts in her delicate little hands for several minutes then she let her hands go exploring; down my torso, all over my stomach, down to my hips and finally around to the spheres of my ass.
I closed my eyes, moaned tenderly and swayed ever so slightly as she caressed me to encourage her. But in truth, Ashley’s touch was magnificent and was driving me to this type of sensual little dance.
“You have such a great body, Jennifer.” She told me. “Your skin is so soft.”
“Thank you, baby. And you have a wonderful touch.” I whispered as her hands slid back around and down the tops of my bare thighs. “You think maybe we could slip you into something a little more comfortable now? Take some of your clothes off.”
“Okay.” She mumbled in a trembling voice.
I untied the knot of her outer top just below her breasts, had Ashley sit up and slipped it off of her. Ashley held herself up on her arms and I slid my hands slowly up the soft flesh of her arms, over her shoulders and down to her gorgeous breasts that were still covered by her black sports bra. Caressing them softly and reveling in their youthful pertness, I looked into her eyes and smiled at her.
“Can I take this off too, sweetie?” I asked in a whisper.
Without answering, Ashley hesitantly lifted her arms over her head and I removed her sports bra, exposing two of the most perfect, buxom and beautiful young breasts I’d ever seen, topped with two dark and precious little areolas and nipples to match.
“Ohh, Ashley; your breasts are so beautiful.” I whispered. “Lay down for me, baby.”
Ashley stretched out flat on her back again and instinctively covered herself with her arms; all those bracelets on her wrists jingling.
“No!” I told her and pulled her arms away, laying them beside her on the mattress. “Don’t be afraid, love. I would never hurt you.”
Combing back all my long locks of blond, I shifted my body and lowered my lips down to her left nipple and took it gently into my mouth. Ashley sucked in a slight gasp and chirped as her body stiffened and her back arched slightly. I suckled Ashley’s nipple deep in my mouth; nipping and sucking the tiny nub and then dragging the tip of my tongue slowly around; teasing her course little areola, and then savoring the whole breast with luxurious licks and soft kisses. I made love to Ashley’s breasts with my mouth for several wondrous moments then slowly descended down to her flat, firm tummy; pelting her flesh with soft, sensual kisses and licks. Ashley was trembling and her hands were groping desperately at the sheets of my bed as my mouth made love to her skin.
“Oh Ashley, your skin is so soft.” I whispered as I relished her. “And so delicious; you taste like cotton candy.”
I kissed my way down to her belly button and ran my tongue all around her stud and down into the sweet little crevice; lathering it with deep, probing licks. My naked breasts brushed over the denim of her shorts as my body slid down, now straddling her gorgeous legs that were tightly stuck together.
“Can I take your shorts off, Ashley?” I whispered.
Ashley merely nodded her head and I slowly unfastened her belt, unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts.
“Lift up your hips, baby.”
She complied and I pulled her shorts down her breathtaking legs and off. Tossing them on the floor, I let my hands glide slowly up her gorgeous young legs, relishing the silky softness and muscle definition of them. My hands grazed sensually up over her hips to her slim little waist and finally under the dental floss waistband of her tiny white panties. I took in her beautiful young body from top to bottom.
“My God, you are so beautiful Ashley. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more perfect young body than yours.” I whispered. “You’re a work of art, baby.”
Ashley again cuddled herself up protectively in her own arms as she looked innocently at me while I savored her gorgeous body and now fiddled with the waistband of her tiny panties.
“Can I take these off too?” I asked. “I want to see all of you, sweetie.”
Again, Ashley only nodded her head and I hooked my fingers around the flossy line waist as Ashley just barely elevated her hips, allowing me to slip her panties around her taut and superlative ass, down her legs and finally off. Letting them slip off my fingers and fall to the floor, I turned back to behold Ashley’s completely naked and absolutely breathtaking young body. As I looked down at her laying on my mattress, she hardly even remotely resembled the arrogant and cocky little bitch of earlier; now she just looked angelically precious and so very innocent. Her eyes were filled with great apprehension, but at the same time, overflowed with boundless wonder; and complete trust.
I kissed my way up her beautiful legs; savoring the soft and silky flesh as I spread them slowly. Ashley was very hesitant initially and it took some soft coaxing to get her legs apart as I slid my body down on my stomach between them. Ashley slid her hand down over her mound and covered herself.
“No!” I said gently. “Let me see you, sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Ashley pulled her hand away hesitantly and I at last had a clear view of her darling little vulva. With just a miniscule tuft of black fur above, her folds were utterly precious; so small, tender and brimming with vibrant youth. I wrapped my arm around her left hip and let my hand come to rest on her belly, grazing the tiny patch of fur as my other hand softly stroked her center.
“Oh Ashley…” I whispered. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful little pussy.”
I teased the precious little fleshy petals of her inner labia with the tip of my finger and Ashley’s body bucked and squirmed slightly as a strained little moan trickled out of her mouth. Then as I marveled at her ripe and fragrant little honey pot further, I was suddenly struck with a stunning revelation.
“Ashley? Honey, are you a virgin?”
Again all Ashley could do was nod her head as she once again wrapped herself up in her arms. I was suddenly overwhelmed; for an instant I felt terribly guilty for I was corrupting an innocent and beautiful young flower. But then, Ashley had come with me completely of her own free will and had allowed me to see her as apparently nobody else ever had. Now I began to feel deeply touched, truly humbled and quite honored; for I really hadn’t chosen her as much as she had chosen me. Ashley really was giving me a wonderful gift.
“You’ve never been with anyone?” I asked softly.
“No.” She said in a frightened whisper.
“Then have you ever gotten to know yourself? Explored yourself?”
“What do you mean?”
“Pleasured yourself? Got yourself off; gave yourself an orgasm.”
“I guess; maybe a little bit.” Ashley cooed. “I mean, I hear a lot of my friends talk about doing it all the time; they also talk a lot about having sex all the time too. I don’t know. Guess I must not be real good at it because I’ve never been able to have one. I mean, it just feels so weird; even wrong sometimes.”
“Honey, there’s nothing wrong with exploring yourself. A woman needs to know herself; she needs to pleasure herself so she knows what she likes and can then tell her lover. It’s all perfectly natural.”
“I guess so.” She whimpered. “I just don’t really know what to do.”
“Then why don’t you let me show you?”
I sprang off the bed, hurried into my bathroom and retrieved a small flat mirror. Returning to my bed, I flipped on the lamps on both the bedside tables and sat up with my back against the headboard of my bed with my legs spread open wide.
“Come here, love.” I told Ashley and patted the mattress directly between my legs. “Now I want you to sit right here between my legs, okay?”
Ashley crawled over to me and did as I instructed; seating herself directly between my legs with her legs stretched out in front of her.
“Now just lean back against my body; I want you nice and comfortable.” I instructed. “Now I want you to pull your legs up and bend them at the knees and plant your feet on the outside of my legs; spreading yours open wide.” I explained.
Ashley did as I instructed and I soon had her beautiful body leaned up against me; the velvety softness of her skin against mine making my mind spin. With her legs spread wide open, I set a pillow down between them and propped the flat mirror up against it so that Ashley could have a clear view of her vagina.
“Are you comfortable, sweetheart?”
“Yeah.” She said in a trembling voice.
“Good.”
I slid my left arm around Ashley’s torso and I could immediately sense the tremendous tension and apprehension in her body.
“Relax, baby.”
“I’m trying.” She whimpered.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No.”
“Then you’ve got to relax; just let yourself go.”
I kissed her softly on the temple while I took her right hand in mine and guided it down to her immaculate sexual center.
“Now, I want you to just look at yourself, sweetie.”
Ashley stared into the mirror and seemed to be completely mesmerized as she studied herself; if only I could have seen the look on her face.
“See how beautiful you are.” I whispered in her ear and kissed it softly. “The most beautiful and sacred part of your body, honey; and its whole purpose is to give you pleasure.”
I pressed Ashley’s hand gently against her young womanhood and slowly began to rub and massage the whole area with her hand. Ashley gasped slightly and another tender little moan trickled out of her mouth as I felt her body tense slightly under my arm.
“Feel how it’s getting wet and warm now; swelling up too?” I asked. “That means you’re getting aroused; your vagina is getting itself ready to have intercourse. It’s very important that she gets properly aroused otherwise intercourse can be very painful.”
I guided Ashley’s hand and fingers all around her sex; pointing out all the vital parts and having her touch them; massage and even tease them. I even coaxed her finger inside her and it nearly sent her up the wall. By now Ashley had become intensely aroused; her chest was heaving and her little honey pot was literally on fire; a molten lava center, drooling with her sweet nectar as all her gorgeous little folds were tremendously engorged and her inner tissues were vivid pink and glistening. Now it was time to explore her clit.
I tightened my grip around her belly, pressed her fingers down upon the gorging nub of her darling little clit and began stimulating it very slowly. As we steadily increased the pressure and speed of the stimulation, Ashley began to squirm as her breathing accelerated, her moans grew louder and her head fell back on my shoulder. Soon her hand slipped out from under mine and I was stimulating her all on my own; which was just fine. Ashley dug her hands into the sheets and seized fistfuls of them as I rubbed her clit even faster.
“Just hold on, baby girl. It’s gonna feel so good.” I hissed in her ear as I pleasured her.
Ashley was squirming wildly, but I managed to hold her against me as the orgasm built up inside her. Suddenly, Ashley wrapped her right arm around my head, dug her fingers into my hair as her body bucked and her moaning turned to high pitched squealing.
“Oh my God!” She suddenly roared.
My fingers on her clit were moving like pistons now; Ashley’s legs were trembling almost uncontrollably as her head shook from side to side on my shoulder and she tugged roughly at my hair.
“That’s it! Cum for me baby! Yeah, cum for me! That’s a girl! Oh yeah!” I cheered her on.
Ashley howled like a feral beast as the orgasm ravaged her to the core and she nearly launched herself into a standing position, but I managed to hold on to her as her now squishy, spasming pussy doused my hand with her steaming hot nectar. I slid my hand away and now wrapped both my arms around her; holding her snuggly against me, pelting her neck and shoulders with soft suckling kisses as the orgasm washed over her. Ashley’s body soon crumpled in my arms and her full weight came to rest against me as her hand slid out of my hair and her arm tumbled to her side.
“Oh God! Oh my God!” She gasped in laborious breaths.
I snuggled her for a few moments as the intensity passed and continued pelting her with soft, sensual kisses. Finally I took her by the chin and turned her head toward me. But before I could take her mouth, Ashley shifted suddenly, cupped her hand around my neck and kissed me wantonly. Her tongue surged into the deep recesses of my mouth as her hand slid up behind my head and pulled me deeper into the kiss. She was so passionate; carnal, even primal as she devoured my mouth. I finally had to push her away.
“Easy, love. Take it slow. We’ve got all night, you know.” I told her.
“God, you’re so incredible.” Ashley hissed as she gazed deep into my eyes.
“Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Now I want you to lie down on your tummy for me.” I told her.
I kissed her softly on the lips and then released her and she immediately complied with my request; stretching that gorgeous and buxom young body out beside me on the mattress, folding her arms up and resting her head on them.
I switched off both bedside lamps, returning the room to the soft glow of candlelight, and then straddled Ashley’s body to begin a very slow, sensual and intensely erotic massage. I explored every inch of the back side of her beautiful young body with my hands. Savoring every second and fueled by Ashley’s tender moaning, I meticulously rubbed, massaged and fondled every nook, cranny, curve and muscle of her naked body from the base of her neck to the arches of her feet with the utmost tenderness and affection. Once I reached the bottom, I took her foot in my hand and suckled each of her toes. I then began a slow and seductive rise back up her body, only this time using my lips, tongue and mouth instead of my hands to explore her. I suckled, nibbled, kissed and licked virtually every inch of that delicious young flesh as I worked my way up the sexy curve of her back, ultimately molding my body down on to hers.
The feel of her silky soft skin and her tight, buxom young body beneath mine set me ablaze with unbridled lust. Ashley rose up on her elbows and turned her head over her shoulder to watch me love on her; I then slid my arms under her’s and cupped the young, bountiful breasts in my hands while I erotically grated my body down on hers. I slid up further and captured her mouth in another passionate kiss as our sweaty bodies rubbed together. I pulled my mouth out of our kiss, sliding my tongue back along her jaw line and suckled her ear lobe into my mouth.
“Oh Jennifer…” Ashley moaned sensually.
“You like that, baby?” I hissed with a mouthful of her ear.
“Oh yeah.” She moaned. “God, I’m so glad the girls decided to take me to CiCi’s tonight.”
“So am I.” I murmured seductively.
Our mouths came together again for another wanton kiss and I slowly slid off Ashley and rolled her over on to her back. I cuddled up beside her and softly caressed her face as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“So I guess it’s safe to say that you’re having a good time, sweetie?” I asked.
“I’m having a wonderful time.”
“Me too.”
“So now what?”
Without saying another word, I lowered my head to Ashley’s beautiful chest and took her left nipple into my mouth. Ashley sucked in a deep gasp and her body arched up to meet my mouth and I actually shivered as I slowly savored the warm and sacred skin. Sipping the areola of her left breast, my tongue twined about the plump, swollen nub before lowering my jaw to inhale as much of the buxom young flesh as I could possibly devour. Burying her nipples deep within my sultry mouth in turns, Ashley’s eyes fluttered in sheer ecstasy and her soft, tender moans chimed to me her overwhelming ascent.
I shifted my body directly atop Ashley’s and slid slowly down her as I nipped and suckled the flesh of her abdomen; teasingly tracing my way down to her seething pussy with luxurious licks. Guiding her legs up to bend at the knees and planting her feet firmly on the mattress; which there was absolutely no resistance this time, I devoured the creamy flesh of her silky inner thighs. Glancing up into her sweet little face, Ashley was adorably sucking on the tip of her finger and looking down at me with wonder.
“You know what I’m going to do, right?” I asked.
Ashley excitedly nodded her head. Combing back the damp locks of blond hair from my face, I fastened my entire mouth to her sweet little box and her body jerked violently, every muscle seized and Ashley sucked in a deep gasp as I began to feast ravenously upon my birthday gift’s ripe and blossoming young womanhood. I buried my lips and tongue deep inside her, my fingernails digging deep into the flesh of Ashley’s hips as I savored her intoxicating flavor. As I sensed the orgasmic pressure building up inside her with the intensity of a pressure cooker, Ashley’s body bucked and spasmed as her lungs strained desperately against the pressure of it for air. With the illicit pleasure literally consuming every part of her, Ashley’s eyes spun erratically in her head while her head itself rolled wildly from side to side as her hands clutched and tugged urgently at the sheets of my bed. Ashley’s tender moans again turned to orgasmic howls of erotic release that were reverberating frantically off the walls and ceiling of my bedroom.
When the climactic orgasm violently tore through her body with the ferocity of a mighty avalanche, I held tight to Ashley’s hips, keeping my mouth firmly fastened to her center. As I felt the orgasm erupt deep inside her, Ashley’s body bucked one final time and then collapsed in a spent and exhausted pile of gorgeous young flesh as I drank deep of her spewing sexual nectar. With her hand resting on her heaving chest, Ashley gasped deep and desperately for air as moans of both intense pleasure and intense relief poured out of her mouth. I slid up on the mattress beside her and cradled her twitching body tenderly in my arms. Holding her possessively against me, I gently stroked her sweaty hair and pelted soft, sweet kisses all about her head and face.
Steadily, my soft and sweet kisses found their way to her mouth and their intensity slowly increased. At last we were locked once more in a wanton kiss of a lover’s passion with our sweat slick bodies meshed firmly against one another. Coming up at last for air, I stroked her cheek, cupped her chin in my fingers and kissed her softly.
“I want to pleasure you now.” She said so sweetly.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” I replied.
“But what if I don’t do it right?” She nearly whimpered.
I gently stroked her hair, kissed her on the tip of her darling little nose and smiled at her.
“Just do what comes natural, baby. If you make love to me from your heart, then you can’t do it wrong. Plus, I’m a pretty sensitive girl down there.”
“Okay.”
I stretched out on my back again, pulling Ashley slowly up atop me. Ashley looked down at me with her beautiful dark eyes ablaze with passion and took my left nipple into her mouth. As the heat and wetness of her mouth sealed around the supple flesh of my breast, I sucked in a deep gasp and arched my back up to meet her hungry mouth, burying my hands in the long, silky locks of her gorgeous hair. My body tingled with an intense erotic pleasure as Ashley suckled my left breast while she teased my right nipple between her fingers. Ashley took her time as she suckled my nipples and savored my breasts with sweet, innocent affection and tenderness. Ashley then slowly worked her way down my body, sensually suckling and licking my flesh and pelting me with soft and sweet kisses until she slid in between my widely spread legs and gazed at my seething pussy.
“Wow!” She whispered. “Jennifer, you’re even more beautiful than me.”
The sheer innocence and sincerity of that statement as it came out in her sweet voice nearly tore my heart out by the arteries.
With the flat of her tongue, Ashley gave me a long and luxurious lick and then sucked my fleshy folds into her mouth; meshing them softly between her lips. Pushing my legs open still wider, Ashley braced her hand against me and gently massaged my most sacred flesh as her mouth delved deeper into my soaking and seething womanhood. Slipping her finger inside me suddenly, I let out a yelp of erotic wonder as Ashley snatched my folds in her mouth still deeper and massaged my clit under her thumb.
My chest was heaving with wondrous excitement and tremendous pleasure while my head rolled, my back arched and my fists clutched desperately at the sheets. Bucking my hips and rising to greet Ashley’s very talented mouth, I felt her delve still deeper, slipping her finger out of me and pushing her tongue in. Burying her nose against my mound, Ashley’s mouth sealed around my whole pussy and she vigorously feasted on me. I was soaking wet; my pussy was a seething cauldron of intense, fiery heat, all squishy and syrupy in Ashley’s mouth. The next thing I knew, Ashley was growling like a wild animal as she devoured me ravenously; the look in her eyes was that of a horny slut and dirty little whore. I suddenly glimpsed the arrogant and cocky little bitch of earlier and it excited me beyond belief.
“Oh yeah! Oh yeah, eat that pussy! Eat that fucking pussy!”
Ashley growled fiercely with passion and lustful pleasure as she delved deeper into her forbidden feast while her erotic gaze pierced into my soul. I suddenly snatched her by the hair and lifted her head to find her face and chin saturated with my juices; glistening in the soft candlelight. It was then I remembered my own words to her from across the restaurant earlier:
In a few hours I’m gonna have you eating out of my hand; and out of my soaking wet snatch. You’re gonna be my own personal little pussy whore! And you’re gonna love every lick of it and be begging for more.
“Oh, you like eating pussy, don’t you?!” I hissed passionately.
“I love eating your pussy!” Ashley hissed back.
“You’re my little pussy whore, aren’t you?” I snarled.
“Yes!”
“Say it then! Tell me what you are and what you love!”
“I’m your little pussy whore, Jennifer! And I love eating your pussy!”
“Then get back to it!”
I shoved her roughly back down and Ashley attacked my molten, dripping slot with an almost animalistic vengeance. Soon my body thrashed wildly about on the bed as I felt Ashley pinch my clit between her thumb and index finger as she continued her ravenous and merciless feeding frenzy on my pussy. I plunged my hand into Ashley’s hair and my fingernails dug into the skin of her scalp. Ashley was totally possessed with unbridled lust now and I couldn’t have stopped her even if I’d wanted to; she was a desperate, growling little pussy whore.
Suddenly, my back arched into a virtual horseshoe and I squealed so high pitched it was almost inaudible and it was several seconds before I took a breath. Ashley’s mouth was flooded with a tsunami wave of my nectar and I then collapsed in an exhausted pile on the mattress. Spending several wonderful minutes licking me clean after her carnal feast, Ashley slowly kissed her way up my trembling and twitching body, all the while listening to my deep, gasping breaths and my long, sensual moans of release, pleasure and fulfillment.
Before I truly realized it, Ashley had risen up on her knees and entwined our legs and bodies so her seething sex was firmly pressed down against my pulsing center. The feel of her swollen, saturated folds and her rock hard clit on mine set me afire. I clamped my right leg around her body and Ashley began to gently grate her sweet honey pot down on my aching pussy.
As I lay beneath her, gently caressing her beautiful young body, I became totally and utterly mesmerized by this raw and primal sexual dance. With her eyes closed, Ashley’s body swayed gently back and forth above me, her head rolling in sensual unison with that motion while the air filled with soft, tender moans of her illicit pleasure. Ashley took her time, slowly increasing her motion to allow both our orgasms to come gradually. The energy of her youth captured me; the depth of her passion overwhelmed me. I loved breathing in her scent, watching the pleasure build inside her and feeling her muscles seize and spasm when the orgasm finally erupted and ravaged her to the very core. Collapsing into my arms, I engulfed her trembling body in my embrace and we kissed a soft, sensual kiss.
“Hope I was a nice birthday gift.” Ashley said as she caressed my cheek.
“Honey, you are without a doubt, the most wonderful birthday gift I’ve ever gotten; in more ways than you even know. In fact, I think I might just be falling in love with my little birthday gift.” I replied.
“Cool.”
Ashley kissed me again and then snuggled down beside me, softly caressing my breasts.
“Jennifer?”
“What baby girl?”
“Was that what you call talking dirty?”
“What do you mean?”
“When you called me your little pussy whore?”
Ashley looked up at me innocently and I was instantly flooded with overwhelming remorse; it had just been in the heat of the moment and I couldn’t really stop myself. My heart began to thunder and my stomach tied itself in knots; but I managed to remain calm.
“Yes, honey; that was definitely talking dirty. I really didn’t mean it. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I know. But…” Ashley began.
“But what?” I asked and held my breath.
“I kind of liked it. It got me really hot.” Ashley said with a seductive grin.
“Well, it’s all part of this wondrous pastime that we call sex.” I told her.
“What time is it?” Ashley asked; seemingly out of the blue
I glanced over at the clock on the bedside table.
“It’s just after midnight; why?”
“Well, because I’ve got a little surprise for you.” Ashley said.
“Really?” I queried. “And pray what might that be?”
“It’s now July eleventh. And July eleventh is my birthday.” Ashley stated.
“Ashley!”
“I’m serious. I’ll show you my license if you don’t believe me.”
“Well I’ll be damned. So I guess that means that I’ve just become your birthday present?”
“You better believe it.”
“Then what can I do for you, birthday girl? Or maybe, to you, is a better way to put it.”
“Let me fall asleep in your arms.”
Of all the things I expected to hear come out of Ashley’s beautiful little mouth, that was definitely not one of them; and just the way she said it literally snatched my heart in a vice grip.
“Of course.” I replied; totally swept off my feet.
Ashley snuggled down on top of me; resting her head on my chest and I slid my arms protectively around her little body.
“Happy Birthday, Ashley!”
“Happy Birthday, Jennifer.”
And we drifted off to sleep.