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Heather and her mother Rita moved into their new house a week ago. It was not a difficult move and they hadn’t moved very far; it was only a few blocks away from their old place. The house was considerably different. It was a large house in a very upper class street. It was in a practical sense too big for the single mother and daughter, but Rita loved big houses and was determined to move into one. Heather didn’t mind she was closer to her friend Anita, whom lived only a street away.

A week after they moved into the house, Heather was having a sleep over with her friend Anita. Both of the girls were in their pajamas, reading magazines and listening to music. They were in their last year of school, both of them eighteen. They were beautiful girls and were always gawked at by the guys at their school and sex was always a frequent topic for both of them, particularly Anita; who always seemed to be horny. Or so Heather thought.

Anita looked like a model. She was tall and thin and very petite; her breasts were small and firm and had a perfect nipple on each. She was athletic and loved to so gymnastics, hence her both was very taut and firm, her legs were long and tan and she had beautiful dark eyes that matched her short dark hair. Presently she was rolling a joint, having lived in France for a year on exchange she had become an expert at it. She licked the paper with her long tongue and examined the joint critically with a cute frown.

‘Is is done?’ yawned Heather. She was lying on the bed flipping through a magazine. Heather was a beautiful blonde, but a lot more robust than her pretty friend. Her body was maturing slowly into a full figure and she was almost ready for D cup, like her mother. Her hair was pure blonde, her thighs large and round and her skin had a light tan; not deep like Anita’s as she had missed last summer on a skiing trip. She looked forward to sunning her body in their new backyard.

‘Do you think that’s big enough?’ asked Anita, holding it up.

Heather looked over from her magazine with her blue eyes. The joint was twice as thick as a cigarette and a little longer. Heather smiled, ‘Depends what you want to do with it.’

Anita laughed and sat on the bed. Heather sat up and eagerly waited while Anita lit the luscious joint. The joint sizzled and cracked, then caught on fire. Anita blew it out and coughed. She took another drag and then passed it to Heather. They both enjoyed the joint and lay on the double bed together, listening to music and talking.

‘Your mum’s so cool,’ said Anita, ‘she let’s you smoke in the house.’

‘Not choof though,’ said Heather. ‘I don’t know what she’d say if she caught me choofing.’

‘She wouldn’t care, she’s really cool,’ said Anita. ‘Wish my mum was like her. Where did she go?’

Heather shrugged. ‘Out somewhere, with some friends. Don’t you think she’s too old to be going out?’

‘I would if I were her,’ said Anita, ‘besides, she not even forty yet and she looks incredible. Why wouldn’t she?’

‘I dunno. It just seems weird. Having a mother that goes out. Do you think she picks up?’ Heather giggled.

‘I reckon. She looked pretty hot tonight,’ said Anita and she meant it. She thought Rita was incredible and was very attracted to her. While in France, Anita had learnt a few things about women that she longed to share with Heather but she wasn’t sure how she take it so she kept quiet. Heather gave Anita a funny look.

‘What?’ said Anita.

‘You sound like you want to pick her up,’ Heather laughed.

‘Yeah right,’ said Anita, denying it even though it was her most frequent fantasy when alone in bed. They both were silent for a while. They both remembered an event they had witnessed when they were thirteen and it came up in their memories now. They had seen Rita kissing another woman. Not just kissing, but really kissing, with her tongue. Both of them were meant to be asleep at the time and were sneaking around the house. The other woman Rita was kissing was attractive, but didn’t stay. Heather and Anita had crept back to bed, a little shocked with what they had seen. Heather was deeply embarrassed and told Anita to never tell anyone what she’d seen. Anita agreed, although for some reason she was fascinated seeing the two older women getting it on. It seemed so adult and so sensual, so forbidden. It gave her a thrill when she thought about it.

Heather was a little nervous about the whole scene, but her mother saw men as well and in a few months the memory of the incident began to recede and she got on with her life. Heather didn’t feel any resentment towards Rita for it, she loved her mother; but she was a little confused. Anita was confused as well but in a different way, she began thinking of the older woman in a new light. When she went to France for a year; she learnt that the confusing event of a few years back was something wonderful. When she got back from France she was eager to see Heather and Rita, both of them seemed even more beautiful than she remembered. She began to envy Heather being around Rita all the time, what she wouldn’t give to be Rita’s daughter. Anita could still hear the smacking sounds of those two beautiful lips kissing and sucking, vividly she could still see the tongues twirling around each other and the hands moving up and down each others body. It was a passionate loving kiss and mesmerizing to watch. Anita wondered who the other woman was.

Anita had often thought about her friend Heather as well, who looked a little like Rita in terms of blonde but her face was a lot different. Heather looked incredibly sexy in her loose fitting pajamas and Anita could see some of her wonderful breasts. She felt horny thinking about the two women. Heather began to talk about boys but Anita talked half heartily about it, she was sick of guys. She fucked a few in France and they were better than Australia but they didn’t satisfy her enough; it was always messy and quick. Heather had only had sex once, although she had given a few blowjobs. She was interested in Anita telling her all the facts, as her sexy friend knew a lot more about it.

They talked long into the night about sex and other things; they ate some pizza and ice creams and smoked some more joints. Usually healthy eaters, both of them felt inclined to a good binge once in a while and they enjoyed themselves. The room stunk of dope and at around one o’clock the door suddenly swung open. It was Rita.

‘What have you been smoking I can smell it all over the house?’ she demanded, not really angry. She leaned her full figure around the doorway. She was dressed in a tight black dressed that showed off her fantastic figure perfectly, her green eyes sparkled and her long blonde hair was loose and free. Anita eyed her rich tan skin hungrily, the large breasts, the tight waist, the firm thighs and legs. She smiled at the older woman.

‘Nothing mum, just cigarettes,’ said Heather and laughed, looking anything but straight. Anita joined in and they fell into a laughing fit.

Rita stared at them for a moment and then smiled. ‘Yeah right. Next time blow it out the window.’ She came into the room and sat on the bed. ‘You don’t smoke that stuff all the time do you?’

‘No, don’t worry mum, hardly ever,’ said Heather. She crawled over and kissed her on the cheek. Anita wished she could do that. She was startled to find that her tight little pussy was instantly wet with Rita only sitting a meter away. The older woman looked stunning in her sleeveless dressed, the skin on her arms was beautiful. The smell of expensive perfume tantalized her nostrils. Rita had lipstick on, deep red like her long tongue.

‘Do you want some Rita?’ asked Anita smiling at her. Rita insisted that she call her by her first name.

‘No,’ said Rita sighing, ‘I had a few drinks tonight. One of those and I’ll be out of my tree. I’m just gonna go to bed. I’ll see you girls tomorrow.’ She left.

Anita thought of Rita unconscious and all the wonderful things she could do to her. I must be sick, she thought. I’m turning into a pervert.

‘Seeya mum,’ said Heather. Anita said goodnight, snapping out of her dark fantasy. They both went to bed, but Anita went to the bathroom first. She sat on the toilet and had a pee and then began rubbing her clit and gasped at the sensation, she was extremely turned on, again. She rubbed her clit in small and swift circles getting hotter and hotter. As she approached orgasm, she thought wildly of seducing Rita while Heather was asleep. Then she came. She carefully kept herself from crying out to loud and for long moments after she continued to rub her little pussy, rubbing her hand through the small and trim little black bush. Then she stuck her middle finger in her tight pussy, gasping as she felt her own hot and tight flesh. She tasted her own strong juices, pretending they were Rita’s before washing her hands and sharing the other side of Heather bed. She got as close to the sexy teenager without her getting suspicious and slept.

Anita left early in the morning, as she had to play netball. Heather slept in till late in the morning and then went for a shower. To surprise the bathroom was already occupied by Rita whom had only gotten up moments before. The house had another bathroom downstairs, but they only used it for guests.

The door was slightly ajar. Heather could hear water running and she came up to the doorway, for some reason wanting to look in even though she knew it was her mother having a shower. She looked through the slightly ajar door. Rita hadn’t stepped into the shower yet; she was just starting to take her sexy nightie off. Her large nipples poked against the silky nightie. The nightie was cut off at the top of her round thighs, only just covering what was between.

Heather couldn’t believe she was watching, but she kept telling herself she wanted to know if she had a body similar to her mothers, like Anita always said. Heather was certainly gaining the same proportions although her breasts had a long way to go before they were as large as her mothers firm and seasoned melons.

Rita loosened the shoulder straps of her nightie and it felt to the floor, leaving her completely naked. Heather heart skipped a beat when she saw the hairy bush of blonde pubes. They were a darker blonde than her own, but the bush was thicker and hairier and Rita’s pussy lips stuck out a little. Heather pussy lips didn’t show at all, her mothers looked open, like they’d been explored thoroughly.

Heather stepped away from the door, her head swimming. She was been staring at her mother naked body and for some reason, she was excited and disgusted by it at the same time. After a moments thought she found that she was more excited than disgusted. All that talk about sex last night still had her charged up. Usually she would play with herself in bed, but Anita was there and then usually if she missed that session she was have it in the shower. Now her mother was there. Her mother, firm and voluptuous; every man and lesbians dream. Heather thought again of her mother kissing that other beautiful woman, reminding herself how disgusting it was, but her body stepped back towards the door and looked inside again.

Rita had turned around and was looking in the mirror, displaying her fine ass. Her large thighs came in tight at her ass, leaving a diamond shape in the middle, she turned around and was about to step through the shower door, when she caught Heather eye through the door crack. They looked at each other. ‘Oh, mum, you’re in the shower, I was going to have one,’ was all Heather could think of to say and she knew she must be bright red.

‘That’s okay hon, I won’t be long, you can use to toilet while I’m in if you like,’ she added then stepped in the shower. She was a little startled that Heather was watching her but only because she thought it might have been someone else.

Heather was about to step away from the door when she realized how badly she needed to pee. She needed to pee and rub herself off. They had two other toilers downstairs but she felt compelled to go into this one. She stepped in the bathroom and tried not to look at her beautiful and naked mother washing herself in the shower cubicle that was vastly becoming steamy. The toilet was next to shower, she would have to sit and pee right where he mother could see her. She felt Rita’s eyes on her as she casually checked herself in the mirror, like everything was normal.

Heather then quickly pulled down her pajamas bottom and sat on toilet, fully aware of the shower cubicle next to her and the fact that her mother might be watching. She didn’t dare look, she was afraid. Her clit was humming, it needed to be rubbed so badly and she even enjoyed the sensation of peeing, it soothed her aching vagina and tickled it at the same time. She finished and then stood up prepared to leave when her mother spoke.

‘You can have a shower with me if you’re in a hurry,’ she said casually and then added, ‘or use the one downstairs.’

Heather’s pussy twitched and the thought of having a shower with her own mother. What is wrong with me? She thought and was immediately about to say she’ll have one downstairs when she looked in shower at her mother. Her hair was wet and plastered to her head; her large breasts were loose and free under the stream of hot water, the nipples poking out at attention. She didn’t imply anything, she just asked, nicely. Heather remember they used have baths and shower up to when she was about eleven and she remember how incredible her mother’s body was and was surprised that it hadn’t changed. It was still just as firm and inviting as it always had been. She remembered they used to wash each other’s hair.

As if answering her thoughts, Rita added, ‘you can wash my hair for me, like we used to, remember?’

Rita smiled at her. There was nothing to be ashamed of, thought Heather, feeling reassured. She took off her pajamas and opened the shower screen door, stepping inside quickly as she was cold. Rita had her back to her displaying her fine ass, which Heather tried to ignore her and enjoy the stream of hot water. Her nipples and pussy twitched when the water hit them and she noticed to her embarrassment that her nipples were stiff. She was very close to her mother; they were only an inch apart. Rita turned around and smiled at her, their nipples touched, both pairs stiff.

Heather couldn’t believe how smooth and silky her mother’s body felt against hers and she felt the urge in her loins again. She pretended she wasn’t bothered by her Rita’s large breasts touching hers and started to rub the water on her body. It was hard with both of them there; she kept, without meaning to touching her mother’s body as she tried to clean herself. She blushed in embarrassment. Rita didn’t say anything and didn’t seem bothered having her daughter there with her and kept a appreciative eye on her daughters finely maturing body.

‘Do you want me to wash your hair?’ asked Rita.

‘Okay,’ said Heather without thinking.

‘Turn around,’ said Rita. Heather did and her mother got a good chance to appreciate her daughter body from behind. Heather had a nice ass like hers, two full ass checks and shapely legs. Rita’s nipples stiffened as Heather stood in front of her waiting for her hair to be washed. She knew it was wrong to be turned on by her own daughter, but seeing her daughter blonde little patch that was trimmed so neat and tidy made her want to be more than just a mother.

Rita poured some shampoo into her hands and began to rub it into her daughter wet blonde hair. Her stiff nipples stuck into Heather back and rubbed lightly on her soft skin as she massaged the shampoo into hair. It felt good.

Heather ass moved back slightly and she could feel Rita’s hairy bush sticking into it and she moaned at the thought of it. Rita’s nipples felt incredible against the skin on her back and she enjoyed the sensation thoroughly. Heather pussy needed attention so badly she had to restrain herself from fingering her pussy right there and then. Rita finished washing her hair and now it was her turn.

Heather turned around, their naked breasts sticking into each other and they looked into each other’s eyes, blue and green. Rita pulled her daughter even closer and put her arms around her waist, both of their bushes colliding. Heather gasped and did the same, it felt natural and wonderful. She couldn’t believe how silky her mother felt against her own smooth skin.

‘Are you going to do mine now?’ asked Rita to break the tension. Heather came back to earth and release her arms from her mother. Rita turned around and pressed her sweet butt into Heather’s bush. Heather began to shampoo her mother’s blonde hair, her breasts poking into her mothers back.

‘You have wonderful hands,’ commented Rita as Heather was washing her hair.

Heather smiled but didn’t say anything, she was too conscious off her mother’s asscrack touching her silky pubes. It felt so soft and warm. She finished her hair and Rita turned around and clasped her hands around her daughter back again, enjoying the feel of their breasts touching.

‘Thankyou sweetheart,’ said Rita and kissed her softly on the cheek. ‘We should do this more often.’

Heather didn’t quite know what to say, so they both just held onto each other, enjoying the warmth of the water of the water cascading on their bodies. Heather didn’t want to break the embrace, but felt she should. Rita hands were exploring her back and ended up touching her backside.

‘Mum ..’ gasped Heather.

‘Yes, hon?’ said Rita, kneading her daughter buttocks.

‘What are you doing?’ asked Heather softly, but not wanting Rita to stop.

‘I’m cleaning you,’ said Rita, her voice hot as she felt along Heather asscrack and then felt her young and furry trim from behind. Heather gasped out loud and pressed up against her mother, gyrating her pussy on her mother’s thigh.

‘Do you like that baby?’ asked Rita, squeezing her ass some more.

‘Yes ..’ Heather’s voice trailed off as she approached orgasm. Rita bought her hand around and began rubbing Heather’s pussy from the front, running her hands through the neat blonde trim and locating the clit. She gave it an expert rub as her daughter held on to her tightly and screamed out in orgasm.

Rita kept rubbing her pussy as Heather came hard and for a long two minutes, her body convulsing and jerking, her stomach muscles clenching as her juices fled through her tight folds. Heather had her arms around her mothers neck and breathed hard until she finally began to calm down and come back to earth, Rita strokes becoming slower and slower and then she stopped and rested her hands on Heather’s hips.

Heather, who was practically sitting on Rita’s thigh, slid back; growing confused after the intense orgasm subsided. She stared into her mothers green eyes. Rita could sense she was afraid and gave her pretty daughter a hug and another kiss on the cheek. Heather broke the embrace.

‘Feel better honey?’ asked Rita.

‘Yeah …’ Heather voice trailed off, unsure of herself and what had just happened. ‘I think I’ll get out now.’

Heather got out of the shower, a strange look on her face and quickly grabbed a towel. She wrapped the towel around her and left the room, leaving Rita very worried about her.

Rita turned off the taps and stepped out of shower, rubbing her voluptuous figure down quickly and noticed that the beautiful slit between her hairy blonde bush refused to be dried. She lingered there in ecstasy for a moment then reluctantly left her wet snatch to console her daughter. She grabbed a dressing gown and wrapped it around her so she wouldn’t confuse her daughter even more.

Heather was in her bedroom when she got there and already dressed. Rita knocked on the door even though it was opened and hesitantly walked in.

‘Can I come in?’ asked Rita smiling at her. Heather looked at her and then looked away.

‘Sure,’ she said and began taking clothes out of her draw. Heather was going to a school sports retreated today and for a moment Rita almost forgot and thought she was running away.

‘I’m sorry about the shower,’ said Rita and sat on the bed. It was all she could think of too say and she prayed at that moment that her daughter would forgive her and they could be friends again like before. They had a good relationship and always had; it would be terrible for Rita to lose it now.

‘That’s okay,’ said Heather and sat next to her on the bed. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans and woolen top that sported her figure perfectly making Rita even hornier. ‘I’m sorry I was rubbing myself .. on you.’

It came out awkwardly and Heather blushed at the memory. It dawned on Rita that Heather thought it was her fault. She was quick to reassure her. She put her hand arm around her shoulder and moved her closer.

‘It’s nothing to be worried about hon, I sensed your needs and ..’ Rita breath came a little faster. She tried to control herself. ‘ – helped you out that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s just a special relationship between me and you, no one else will know about it, okay? Sometimes it’s fun sharing experiences with other girls, you did like it didn’t you?’

‘Yeah, I guess I did,’ Heather laughed, still embarrassed and looked into her mother’s eyes. Rita felt a rush of fluid leaves her pussy as she stared into Heather beautiful face, she tried to keep her motherly face and control the lustful desires that were slowly over coming her.

‘I guess you’d better finish packing,’ said Rita to break the tension. ‘How long will you be away hon?’

‘A few days, we come back on Thursday,’ said Heather feeling better now. ‘Anita said she was going to come over tomorrow, to get some books, is that alright?’

‘Of course,’ said Rita, a little disappointed she had changed the subject. She put leaned forward and kissed her half on the lips and cheek. It was a soft and lingering kiss, a slight moist and very inviting. It would keep Heather awake the next couple of nights at camp wondering if was a motherly kiss that came too close or a hesitant lover’s kiss.

‘I’m going to get dressed,’ said Rita wanting desperately to put her tongue in her daughter cute mouth, but she restrained herself. Rita left and Heather sat for long moments, stunned by the kiss and the shower. Hesitantly she licked the half of her lips that was wet from her mother’s full lips, tasting her saliva.

Rita disappeared into her bedroom to find the biggest vibrator in her collection.

Anita was restless at school on the Monday. Heather had gone to sports camp and wouldn’t be back for a few days, which left her sometime to pay attention to her beautiful mother Rita.

Classes went by in a blur. When the teacher asked her a question she just blinked and had to ask for the question again. Her dark brown eyes were far away; the large orbs usually filled with a keen intelligence were overshadowed with lust as she thought of the sexy older woman. Many times through the school day she visited the toilet to pay attention to her dark little bush. If the guys that foolishly fell over themselves to help the sexy brunette only knew how naughty she could be they’d faint in shock.

She wanted to tell Rita how she felt about her; but wasn’t sure if Rita would be sympathetic. She new she was bisexual but it didn’t mean that she would eat any girl that came to her doorstep. Rita liked Anita; she always commented on how beautiful she looked and if she was going to be a model when she grew up. Anita only smiled and returned the compliment. She wanted to kiss Rita on the mouth, like that mysterious brunette had all those years before; she wanted to see her blonde pubes and feel the luxurious hair in her hands. Anita had seen Heather’s beautiful little blonde patch and figured her mother’s must be similar and a lot more womanly. Anita craved older women, she craved experience and maturity; she fantasized about a lot of her women teachers at school and even women she saw on the street.

Finally school finished, Anita’s heart leapt in her chest and she was out the door and into the student parking lot in a flash. Her father had bought her a BMW convertible for her eighteenth birthday and she climbed into drivers seat without opening the door. She started the car and turned down the techno that came blaring on. She reached for her sunglasses and a cigarette. Usually she’d never smoked but she needed to relax. A school friend Michael came over as she was about to back out.

‘Anita!’ he called running up the car.

Anita looked at him blowing smoke sexily while she revved up the engine. She looked beautiful, her long and slender legs were wrapped tightly in a pair jeans and she was wearing a sleeveless white top that emphasized her deep tan and toned upper body. Her small breasts pressed against the fabric, the delicate nipple obvious and distinct. She was quite a sight.

‘Yes Michael?’ she purred. She flashed her famous toothy smile, two perfect rows of white teeth. Michael held his bag in front of his jeans.

‘I was wondering if we could work on our English assignment, you know, how we have to have a partner?’ he said, smiling back. He was handsome and well built and Anita certainly did fancy him but her pussy ached for women only these days. She hardly looked at boys anymore.

‘Maybe,’ she said. ‘I’m in a hurry now so I’ll think about it.’

‘Okay,’ he said, backing away from the car. ‘I’ll speak to you later then.’

Anita smiled again and backed out then burned off out into the street. She loved the feeling of the breeze in her short dark hair. She drove her white BMW fast through she streets and pulled up at Rita’s place in there new yuppie street.

Rita’s place was massive but not as big as the place next door. She stepped out and looked curiously over at the massive mansion, she could see the resident outside the front gates. A woman talking to another woman. From Anita’s perspective she could tell she was quite a woman and again her pussy itched for more attention. She had already masturbated four times today and she secretly hoped Rita would help her out with her next session. The thought made even wetter. She went to the front door and knocked. Moments later Rita opened the door.

‘Hi Anita,’ she greeted, ‘you didn’t have to knock just come around the back.’

‘Oh, okay,’ said Anita feeling overwhelmed by the closeness of the beautiful older blonde. She had on a casual pair of slacks that hugged her large thighs and came in tight around her waist creating a nice V. She wore a loose white blouse, her large breasts were well covered but Anita trained eye picked up a trace of a frilly white bra beneath and the faint hint of her large nipples. Anita loved her face. It was beautiful like Heather’s but different, her face was a little rounder, the cheekbones high and her eyes were a light green. Her lips were red and healthy looking and her blonde hair was tied back in a quick ponytail, but looked perfect to Anita. It revealed more of her face and showed her delicate little ears.

‘Sorry to bother you,’ said Anita as they stepped inside and placed her trembling hands behind her back.

‘That’s okay hon; you’re always welcome here. Your Heather best friend so I guess it make you mine as well,’ she smiled warmly. ‘How was school? You look pretty in that top.’

Anita was rarely bashful, but this older woman bought up a whole range of emotions she’d never experienced. A flush of red was slightly visible under her deep tan. She was a head taller than Rita, her legs long and thin, her body was model like but not underweight. She was a petite and sexy girl and Rita made her feel like a virgin all over again. Compared with the little girlgirl frolics she’d had overseas, Rita was the biggest adventure she could ever embark on. If the opportunity came up.

‘Thanks,’ said Anita, ‘You look really nice too.’

Rita smiled. ‘Do you want a drink? I haven’t had a chance to chat with you since you’ve gotten back from Paris. How was it? I love France.’

They went inside to the kitchen and Anita told her all about her year on exchange in France. Rita listened eagerly, her green eyes sparking. Anita found it hard to concentrate. The thought that this incredible woman was a lesbian kept entering her mind. Unfortunately, she wasn’t good at seduction and the fact that Rita was so nice in a motherly way made her feel bad for even thinking about it. She thought about telling her that she had a crush on her, but she chickened out. The loss would be too painful and embarrassing if she didn’t feel the same way. One minute Anita thought it would happen, Rita’s bisexual and thinks I’m beautiful and the next it seemed absurd. She’s the mother of her best friend and about twenty years her senior.

‘Well I suppose you’d better get home,’ said Rita as it was turning dark outside. They had spoken for more than an hour. Anita felt overwhelmed with failure. She had missed her chance.

‘What are you doing tonight?’ Anita asked, trying to sound casual as they got up from their seats.

‘I might rent a video, I haven’t done that for awhile,’ said Rita. ‘It so quiet without Heather around.’

‘I miss her as well,’ said Anita, then a thought struck her, ‘can I watch a video with you?’

‘Don’t you have school tomorrow?’ asked Rita doubtfully.

‘I have tomorrow off,’ Anita lied, admiring herself for being so fluent.

‘Okay, it’d be nice to have some company,’ said Rita, ‘check with you mother first.’

‘Cool,’ said Anita preparing to leave. ‘I’ll come over about seven then?’

‘Okay,’ said Rita smiling as she opened the door. ‘Bye now.’

‘Seeya.’ Anita took one long and lasting look at the sexy blonde before leaving. She would definitely have to rub her little clit when she got home and she needed fresh material for the job.

When Anita came back at seven she had masturbated twice, once in the shower and then again fifteen minutes later in her room. She had a small vibrator she had bought a few weeks earlier that she rubbed on her clit while she fingered her tight pussy, loving her own juicy tightness. She then ate a quick meal and fed her mother a quick excuse about not having school and was spending the night at Heather’s. Her mother agreed, as she liked Heather’s mum and thought her to be a very responsible woman.

Anita could still taste her own pussy juices on her long fingernails as she drove to Rita’s; she sucked them and started getting horny again. She wore then same jeans but changed her soiled panties for a cleaner and more sexy pair, she wore another tight little top, one that showed more of her fine skin and hugged her delicate little nipples which became hard as Rita came out of the house. They decided to go straight to the video store. Anita drove and her head swam when she was driving. Rita had given her an appreciate stare when she saw the new top, but didn’t say anything. Could she be as excited about the young girl? Rita was wearing the same clothes she had on earlier; the loose blouse was blown against her body as breeze came in the convertible. Anita glanced over and got a good view of her upper body outlined, the full breasts and flat stomach.

Anita walked around the video store vaguely, not really interested and only wanting Rita. She wanted something saucy, something to get Rita excited without making it obvious that she wanted Rita excited. They ended up renting an art house French film. Anita wanted it for the language. She also got ‘cruel intentions’. Anita had already seen it and even though she hated the film, there was very hot kissing scene, which was worth watching just for that. Rita was none the wiser.

They sat on the couch together back at the house. Anita sat close to Rita and could smell her sweet perfume and she new that her pussy was beginning to drip again. They chatted for a while before watching the movie; Anita loved everything about the sexy blonde. She was the nicest adult she had ever met; so friendly and easy going and understanding of all her problems, like a wise mentor but she could have easily been one of best friends. Their age difference didn’t seem apparent to Anita at all, Rita was perfectly ripe.

They began watching ‘Cruel Intentions’. Anita was bored with the film and kept looking at Rita out of the corner of her eye. She wanted her two luscious round thighs cross occasionally and she shuddered in the delight thinking about running her hands along her bare skin, feeling its smooth texture. Rita watched the film attentively not aware of anything Anita was doing. When the kissing scene came on Anita held her breath; she felt Rita shift in her seat and she gave her a casual glance. Rita was flushed slightly and looked a little uncomfortable. Anita figure she was either horny or not a lesbian after all. She was sure she was a lesbian, she hadn’t dreamed her kissing that other woman but maybe it had been a one off thing? It was quite a number of years ago.

Anita felt like rewinding the scene again and making Rita sit through it again and study her reaction more closely. But it was too late. Now she would have to sit through the rest of the stupid movie. Who were they trying to kid with this stupid film? Anita thought irritably, it’s an embarrassment to Dangerous Liaisons. She tried to subdue her hornyness with anger at the film. It worked partially and she made it to the end.

Rita gave yawned at the end of film and hit the stop button. Apparently Anita wasn’t the only one who didn’t like the film. She gave a huge stretch, her arms spread out and her large breasts jutted forward and smiled at Anita who smiled back.

‘Well,’ she said, ‘I’m a little tired after that, I don’t think I could watch the other film.’

‘Me neither,’ said Anita. ‘One bad film’s enough.’

Rita smiled and stood up. ‘Well thanks for keeping me company, this house is so big and lonely with out Heather around.’

‘I was going to stay over,’ said Anita hurriedly, ‘if that’s alright. I told my mum.’

‘Oh, okay that’s fine,’ said Rita, a little surprised. ‘You can sleep in Heathers bed.’

What about your bed? thought Anita as she stared at Rita’s luscious ass bending over and removing the videotape. She wanted to put her tongue between those full cheeks and she felt desperate for her again, she had to try something, but what?

Anita got her overnight bag from the car and brushed her teeth in the bathroom. Rita came in just as she was finishing up.

‘Goodnight hon, I’ll see you in the morning.’

‘Oh, Rita wait,’ said Anita moving to the door. Rita came back and looked at her earnestly with her big green eyes. ‘Maybe we can do something tomorrow,’ was all Anita could come up with, once again feeling overwhelmed by the blonde.

Rita smiled. ‘Sure. I’ll see you,’ she turned around and walked to her room. Anita followed her with her eyes as she moved into her room and half shut the door. She felt depressed; there was nothing she could do now.

Anita went into Heather’s room and began removing her tight jeans and felt like crying. She was too afraid of messing things up to make a move on Rita and the older woman had shown little interest in her anyway. She strolled around Heather’s room in her sexy panties, her long legs glad to free of the tight jeans. She looked around Heather’s clothes and opened her underwear draw and sniffed a pair of clean panties. It smelt good. She rubbed the silky material on her cheek, feeling horny again after her initial disappointment. She looked through the entire draw and was surprised and delighted to find that Heather had a few G-strings. She visualized Heather’s ass in the black and frilly thong and her pussy was well lathered up again. Desperately she searched around for a dirty pair, but had no luck. A vibrator maybe? No, thought Anita, not her style.

Feeling down again she sat on Heather’s bed, pulling her knees up to her chin. Maybe I could spy on Rita in bed, she thought and her pussy twitched in response. Or better yet watch her get undressed? Anita jumped off the bed and tiptoed out into the hall. Rita’s door was at the end of the hall, the light was still on and the door was half shut. She walked like she was in a dream and vividly she remember the night when her and Heather were sneaking around the house and had caught Rita making out. She felt alive and excited by the fact that she was about to spy on Rita.

The light was dim in Rita’s room. Anita crept up slowly, careful not to be heard and sneaked a look in through the crack of the door. She was too late. Rita was sitting in bed reading, leaning against a pile of pillows for support. She was wearing a silky black nightie with string like shoulder straps; it hung around her huge breasts the large nipples poking against the fabric.

Anita watched her read and began to rub her mound through her panties, gasping softly. She moved her feet and the floor creaked loudly. Rita looked up from her book and Anita froze.

‘Is that you Anita?’ she asked out. Anita jumped a little and bumped her arm on the wall, making a loud thump.

‘Yes, its me,’ said Anita and stepped in her room, rubbing elbow.

Rita stared at her in wide-eyed astonishment for long moments. It was then Anita realized she only had her panties and top on. Her legs were long and tan and sculptured nicely and her little white panties were more string than they were thong and they displayed a lot of her shapely hips.

‘Did you want something honey?’ said Rita, recovering. Anita pretended that her lack of pants was nothing and quickly thought of something to say.

‘I just wanted to ask you something,’ said Anita. Rita patted the mattress indicating that she should sit on the bed. Anita came over slowly and sat on the bed nervously and very excited, she hoped Rita didn’t notice her trembling. Rita smiled at her reassuringly.

‘Sorry if I frightened you,’ said Anita.

‘You didn’t frighten me,’ said Rita, ‘Is everything alright?’

‘It just feels a little strange sleeping in a different bed that’s all,’ said Anita and felt stupid for saying something so pathetic.

‘It’s alright sweetheart,’ said Rita and stroked her arm.

‘That’s not the real reason,’ said Anita. ‘I came in to see you again.’

‘Me?’ said Rita.

‘Yes. I can’t stop thinking about you Mrs. Jennings,’ said Anita. There, she thought. I’ve finally said it. Her breath became faster and she saw Rita’s beautiful green eyes widen slightly in mild surprise, searching Anita’s face for the truth.

‘You like me don’t you Anita,’ she said. Anita hesitated and then nodded, feeling relieved that Rita knew what she meant. ‘I’ve noticed you watching me for a long time.’

‘I do like you Rita,’ said Anita with a lustful enthusiasm, ‘I think I’m in love with you.’

Rita laughed in a pleasant and excited tone. Anita reached out her hand and gently stroked Rita’s face, feeling the smooth skin of her cheek. Her pussy was soaking through her panties and she was aware of the gentle rise and fall of Rita’s large breasts and the sweet smell of her perfume and bed sheets. Rita let her touch her face for a few moments then gently removed her hand.

‘Sweetie your not in love with me,’ she said.

‘I am,’ said Anita and moved closer.

Rita sat up a little straighter and patiently spoke to her in a motherly way. ‘I think you a little confused.’

‘I love you Rita,’ said Anita again. ‘I just want to kiss you beautiful face.’ She reached out to touch her face again. Rita intercepted it with her own hand and held it.

‘It’s not quite right for us to … what would you mother think of me if she found out?’ she said.

‘I don’t care,’ said Anita, her dark eyes shining. ‘She won’t find out. I know you like women Rita. I’ve seen you kissing another woman before. Heather and I both did.’

Rita was surprised at this, but didn’t deny it. ‘We can’t Anita sweetheart, it just not right,’ said Rita. Anita sensed she was weakening and it only a matter of time before she folded. Rita was basically restraining herself, Anita could tell. Her breath was becoming a little faster and her nipples looker a little stiffer from the first glance.

‘I just want to kiss you Rita, just a kiss,’ said Anita moving closer. ‘Don’t you think I’m sexy?’ She gave Rita a mysterious little smile and placed Rita’s hand on her smooth thigh, encouraging her to feel the rich tan skin.

‘Anita please …’

‘Just a kiss,’ Anita repeated hypnotically, moving her face closer to Rita. She could feel her hot breath on the face. Rita stared at her for long moments; in her eyes Anita could sense some inner conflict and knew she was trying to restrain herself. She moved Rita’s hand up and down her thigh.

‘Okay,’ Rita agreed heavily after long moments. ‘Just a kiss.’

Anita smiled excitedly and didn’t wait a second, she leaned in and kissed Rita on her soft red lips. They were incredibly soft and a little wet. She pulled away breathing more rapidly and then kissed her again, longer this time and pressing harder against the delicious softness of her lips. Rita put her hand around Anita’s back as she held her. Anita loved it.

Rita pulled away, her face a little flushed. ‘I think that’s enough,’ she said but still held onto the sexy brunette.

‘But I haven’t showed you what I learnt in France,’ said Anita, ignoring her and came slowly back in. Rita didn’t resist. Anita kissed her and slipped her tongue inside the busty blondes mouth and began exploring its hot wonders. They both moaned as their tongues came into contact and began swirling around each other. Anita turned her head further to the side and opened her mouth wider to get further inside Rita’s hot mouth. Rita complied and took the young girl breath away as they felt into rhythmic deep kissing, their mouths smacking together. Rita kiss was sensual and relaxed, working the girls mouth with her tongue and years of experience while Anita’s was more urgent and awkward, she broke away to get a breath and then came in again before Rita could say anything. They kept at it, Anita eventually falling into a steady rhythm with the patient older woman; they kissed deep and slow playing with each other tongue and smacking their lips together. Rita hand was still stroking her thigh. Anita came away again to catch her breath; her dark eyes full lust and need. Rita was breathing heavily and sat up further in the bed, still feeling the smoothness of Anita’s beautiful tan thigh.

‘I’ve wanted you for so long,’ said Anita, liking the saliva off her lips. She reached down to Rita’s hip and pulled back the bedspread exposing her womanly thighs and the rest of her lower body. The nightie barely covered her privates and Anita could smell the older woman’s heat.

‘Oh Anita,’ Rita purred as Anita felt up her thighs, massaging the lovely skin. It was too late to turn back now. Anita came in and kissed her again, resting her hand on Rita’s hip and feeling the side of her buttocks. Rita bit at Anita’s tongue and sucked on it, putting both her hands around her cute little head so she could kiss her more steadily.

‘Mmm, you have such a beautiful mouth,’ said Rita sucking on her lips, ‘such a big and lovely smile. I knew you’d grow into a beautiful woman. Get on the bed with me.’

Anita didn’t need to be asked again. She stood up and climbed onto the other side of her. Rita pulled her on top of her and she landed on her large breasts. The smell of pussy filled the whole room and Anita moaned as she rubbed her small breasts into Rita’s large ones, their hard nipples touching. Rita opened her wonderful thighs and Anita lay in between as they resumed kissing each other with passion. Rita slid her hands down Anita’s back and squeezed Anita’s ass cheeks, feeling the young and firm flesh. Anita gasped, about to come in the woman arms. She could feel Rita’s silky panties in between her thighs and it drove her crazy. She kissed Rita hard and rubbed her crotch against hers. Rita kept feeling her ass and slipped her finger under the thong, feeling the soft asscrack and her puckered little asshole.

‘Ritaaaaaa –’ she gasped, pulling her mouth away from Rita’s as she orgasmed, arching her back and squealing in delight. Rita kept feeling along her ass; enjoy its firmness and the fact that she had gotten her off without touching her pussy yet. After some violent twitches, Anita’s orgasm begun to subside and she settled down on Rita’s breasts again breathing in relief and satisfaction, kissing Rita softly on the lips.

Rita surprised her by rolling her over onto her back and lying on top of her. She wrapped her large womanly thighs around Anita’s slender ones and pinned her arms back with her hands, leaning right over the young woman, her green eyes alive and excited.

‘You’ve got me so hot you naughty little girl,’ said Rita and kissed her playfully on the lips. She pushed down heavily on Anita, so she couldn’t move; her weight felt delicious to Anita and she enjoyed the older blonde taking charge and being in a dominant position.

‘You knew if I kissed you once I give in, didn’t you?’ said Rita, pushing a finger in Anita’s mouth. Anita giggled and sucked on the finger seductively, running her tongue around it and staring into Rita’s eyes.

‘You’re just a naughty little girl. And a cute one,’ Rita took her saliva drenched finger away sucked on it. She grinded her hips down on Anita’s.

‘I want to suck on your tits,’ said Anita, eying the huge orbs greedily.

‘Alright,’ said Rita and pulled her nightie over her head letting the wonderful tits fall free. She had on a pair of silky black panties that looked tiny on her large womanly hips. Anita noticed they were soaked at the bottom and a few very blonde pubes were sticking out of the sides. Anita couldn’t take her eyes away from the sight; it was more wonderful than she ever imagined.

‘Keep your eyes on my breasts,’ said Rita sharply, ‘If you satisfy me up here I met let you downstairs.’

Rita released pressure on Anita’s body so she could sit up and suckle on her tits. Anita took one of the large breasts in her mouth and sucked on the glorious tit, the nipple growing larger as she ran her tongue around it. The breast engulfed Anita’s face and she loved it. She squeezed the other one while she sucked.

‘Mmm, that’s nice, let me lie back down,’ said Rita. She got off Anita and lay back on the bed, Anita lay next to her sucking on her breast and rubbing her leg against Rita’s, wanting desperately to please the experienced woman so she could get into those little black panties. She licked eagerly all over her breasts, nibbling and sucking on her stiff nipples. Rita leaned back into the pillows moaning in approval, running a hand though Anita’s short black hair.

‘Take off your top,’ said Rita; eying Anita’s the stiff nipples with interest. Anita obeyed and peeled off her top, her small breast free of the tight fabric. Rita gave a murmur of approval of the young woman’s breasts. They were small and firm and very upright on her chest but it was the nipples that grabbed her attention. They weren’t pointed and long like hers, they were small and dome shaped with a little flat top and looked very hard indeed. They were very pink and delicate.

‘My lovely little breasts you have,’ said Rita feeling them softly with her hands. She squeezed one the nipples, Anita flinched slightly and moaned in delight.

‘Are they sensitive?’ asked Rita.

‘Very.’

‘Smaller ones usually are very sensitive,’ she said. Rita pushed Anita back on the bed and began licking the small breasts. She grabbed the dome shaped nipples between her teeth and bit gently on it and then swirled her tongue around it. Anita moaned and lowered a hand towards her soaked panties. Rita stopped her.

‘Leave that for me,’ said Rita and continued on to work on the small breasts. Anita played with Rita’s blonde hair while the experience mouth was pleasuring her nipples. Rita worked on the nipples for good few minutes, enjoying the young and firm body until she was ready for the next step. Anita’s pussy was aching for attention again.

‘Let me take your panties off,’ Rita offered. ‘Lift your rump,’ she added and smacked her bottom with a crack. Anita lifted her cute ass of the bed and Rita pulled her panties off revealing her neatly trimmed black bush. She inspected the panties.

‘These are absolutely soaked!’ she said sniffing them and then tossed them away. She looked admiringly as Anita’s pussy. She opened her legs a little for a better view. Her pubes were jet black and trimmed neatly over her small and dark crease that was dripping with pussy juice. The juice had run into her asscrack, making her tiny little asshole look moist and inviting.

‘Such a small little pussy for such a big girl,’ commented Rita and ran her hands through pubes. She noticed the stiff little clit was quite erect and larger than she expected. ‘It must be very tight indeed.’

Anita moaned in response and Rita knelt in front of her dripping snatch for a better look. Her smell of pussy juices was intoxicating. Rita opened the small crease to see how pink and juicy she was inside. She leaned in and licked up the flood of juice with her tongue. Anita cried out.

‘Mmmm,’ said Rita and set to work on the little pussy. She cleaned up the juices first, relishing the lovely taste and then started on the clit. Anita arched her back when her tongue connected; she grabbed her little breasts as experience woman pleasured her with her tongue. She panted and puffed and looked into the beautiful face, the blonde hair and green eyes that were watching her while she was eaten alive.

‘Oh shit,’ Anita swore and she began to come, she felt the tension in her loins mount and mount and she knew she was about the explode. She never felt such pleasure in her life than the work of Rita’s tongue on her clit. Rita ate her slowly, moving her tongue forcefully back and forth over the clit and occasionally sucking on it with her red lips.

‘Oh fuck!’ screamed Anita and came right in Rita face. Rita didn’t stop. She kept sucking on her pussy, lapping up the juices and playing with the clit. Anita gasped as she kept going into through throes of orgasm, her hips bucking; she didn’t think she would ever stop. Rita was relentless and stuck an index finger deep into her pussy. Anita’s pussy gripped the finger with strong muscles and wouldn’t let it go. Rita moaned at how tight she was, so hot, tight and juicy. She doubted if she could get another finger in there.

Rita kept fingering her while she finished her long orgasm. She kissed and licked her long thighs.

‘Was that nice baby? Do you want me to stop?’ she asked the panting girl.

‘No,’ panted Anita, ‘keep eating my pussy please.’

Rita removed her fingers and pushed Anita’s knees up in the air. ‘Hold your knees. From behind. That’s it,’ she commanded. Anita held the back of her knees so her ass was slightly raised off the bed and he cheeks spread wide open. Rita kept licking her pussy sticking her tongue in the hot hole

‘Mmm, I haven’t had such a sweet pussy in years,’ said Rita and then licked her way from her clit, along the wet crease and further to her wet asshole. The little rim was soaked in pussy juices that had run down and pooled on the tiny pink sphincter. Rita licked her asshole and lapped up the escaped juices. Anita moaned as the hot tongue pushed at her anal resistance.

‘Do you like my tongue in your little ass sweetie?’

‘Mmm I love it,’ cried Anita.

Rita continued her anal probing. The rim was very tight and had a rough and pleasing texture. Rita pushed her tongue in the asshole as far as it would go, but it refused to open. She kept sticking her tongue in and out until it weakened. She spread the rim with her painted fingernails to make it wider and had a little more success getting into the dark depths. Anita loved the dirty probing and rubbed her clit while Rita licked her all over her asshole.

She finished licking her ass and licked her way back up to Anita’s face for another deep kiss. They both panted hard as they kissed and Anita grabbed Rita’s voluptuous ass and thighs, feeling her need to come.

‘Can I eat you pussy now?’ Anita begged, licking her chin.

‘I suppose so,’ said Rita bitchily even though she wanted it more than anything. She moved off Anita and lay on her back and pulled her tiny black panties off her waist and legs. Anita’s eyes widened at the sight of the blonde vagina, the pure blonde pubes were bushy and thick covering her swollen pussy lips that were sopping with juices.

Anita moved over and licked her abdomen and then moved down slowly to the wonderful forest of blonde pubes. It was the most wonderful thing she had even seen. Such exquisite pubes and pussy, such a rare treat. She moved her face through the pubes, inhaling the wonderful smell and reached her hands around the back of her thighs to open up the swollen pussy lips. The red flesh was very soft and moist; she opened them up as wide as she could so she could see the pinkest part. Rita’s erect clit stood at attention, waiting to be sucked and Anita gave it a tender lick. Rita shuddered and moaned. She licked it again and stuck a finger in the beautiful vagina. It slid in easily so she put in another one, marveling at the feel of her tight muscles that clenched at will around her probing digits. She fingered her slowly and licked her all over the clit.

Rita moaned and bought one of her huge tits to her own mouth. With her other free hand she reached around and stuck a finger in Anita’s tight pussy. Anita kept licking on the clit and fingering her, enjoying the taste of the older woman. She nibbled on her clit gently and then pulled on her juicy pussy lips with her mouth. Rita shuddered in delight.

‘Eat my pussy you naughty girl, naughty little Anita’s a good name for you,’ said Rita as she approached a monstrous orgasm. She started fingering Anita’s tight pussy more vigorously. Anita kept licking at a steady pace, rhythmically sticking her finger in and out as she pleased. She sucked on Rita’s clit as she approached orgasm. Rita grabbed her head and held it there in ecstasy and she cried out in orgasm, juice leaked all over Anita’s fingers at Rita’s pussy contracted.

‘Oh,’ cried Rita, rubbing Anita face in her pussy. Anita loved it and licked up all the juices on her fingers and hands. When Rita pulled her away from her bush, Anita’s mouth and chin was covered in juices. Rita got on her knees and pulled Anita up in front of her and began to lick all the juices off her face ending with another kissing session

‘You’re the best Rita,’ said Anita as Rita began sucking her tits again. ‘Your so hot. Fuck me again, please.’

Rita got off the bed and pulled Anita with her. She led her over to her closet and opened the door, looking through her drawers. Anita put her arms around her and kissed and licked her neck while she searched.

‘What are you looking for?’ Anita whispered in her ear and then bit on it.

‘You’ll see, something good for you,’ said Rita. She pulled out a couple of dildo’s and vibrator but tossed them aside and tried another draw. Anita got excited by the display and giggled. She reached for Rita behind and stuck a finger in her pussy again, moaning as she felt the tight flesh. She thrust her finger in a few times and then took the wet fingers and out and felt for Rita’s asshole. She found the tight and puckered hole and before Rita knew what was happening, Anita stuck her finger in her tight ass. It slipped in a small way, the juice from Rita’s pussy acting as a lubricant. Anita moaned at how incredibly hot and tight the forbidden hole was. Rita gave a gasp of astonishment when the finger entered.

‘You naughty little girl!’ she cried and removed the finger. ‘No one enters my ass until instructed. Come with me.’

Rita grabbed the innocent looking Anita and marched her to the corner of the room. Anita was surprised and excited by the response. Rita gave her a stinging smack on the butt.

‘You face the corner until I get back and don’t look,’ said Rita and went back to the closet to resume looking. Anita stood facing the wall like a bad little schoolgirl, her pussy secreting a new wave of juice at this new erotic development. Rita smack stung but felt nice and warm after a few moments. Her bottom buzzed.

Rita found what she wanted and marched back. Anita glanced over her shoulder as she came back.

‘I said don’t look,’ said Rita and smacked her again, harder this time. Anita gulped and stared at the wall, her cheeks burning.

‘What are you going to do?’ she asked, suddenly a little nervous.

‘I’m going to fuck you like you wanted,’ said Rita and grabbed both her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Anita could feel some sort of metal being put around her wrists. ‘But seeing how naughty you are, I’ll have to handcuff you. You can’t be trusted. I knew you were watching me at the door. Do you know how I knew? I could smell you. I could smell you wet little pussy. It’s a smell I’m familiar with. Everytime you’re around here I can smell your tight little snatch. Your always wet, always playing with you tight little snatch in my bathroom. I can smell a wet pussy a mile away. Especially yours, it has such a sweet smell. Now that you’ve insisted that I pleasure you; you might see why I was a little reluctant to be a bad parent and fuck one of my daughters friends. I was afraid of what I might do to you. But you wanted it so now you’re going to get it.’

Rita pulled her away from the corner with a firm grip and pushed Anita to her knees in front of the bed. She felt a little scared now; the handcuffs felt strange and she felt powerless. Behind her she could her Rita shuffling about with something. She tried to look behind her but couldn’t quite see. SMACK!

‘Keep your eyes in front,’ warned Rita.

Anita keep her eyes forward, her butt stinging. She didn’t like not being able to use her hands. She was so used to being able to play with her pussy when she felt like it, now she couldn’t. All she could do was hope that Rita was going to pleasure her.

Rita read her thoughts as she knelt behind her. ‘Yes you can’t play with yourself can you? Your hands are never far away from your tight little pussy are they?’

‘I don’t always play with myself Rita,’ whined Anita and rested her head on the bed.

SMACK! Anita jumped and snapped her head off the bed.

‘Ow,’ she cried and kept her head straight. Her ass cheeks burning from the hard slap.

‘Don’t contradict me. Show some respect. I let you eat my pussy, now you have to pay the price. Agree with everything I say, right? And don’t call me Rita anymore. Call me Ms. Jennings. Not Mrs. Jennings, Ms. Jennings.’

‘Yes Mrs. Jennings,’ said Anita, then quickly added. ‘I mean Ms. Jennings!’

SMACK!

‘Get it right,’ said Rita. ‘You did that on purpose you naughty little girl. You like me spanking you don’t you?’

‘No, it hurts,’ whined Anita. SMACK! ‘I mean yes, I like it. I like it!’

‘That’s better,’ Rita smiled and gave the two tan ass cheeks that were now red a rub down. Anita pussy and asshole were completely exposed to her; she could do anything she wanted. She stuck a finger in Anita tight pussy. It was still sopping.

‘Mmm, still juicy,’ she said and thrust in and out with her finger. Anita moaned and pushed her butt into the probing finger. To her disappointment, the finger withdrew.

‘Do you still want me to fuck you?’ asked Rita.

‘Yes,’ said Anita hungrily.

SMACK! ‘That sounded like an order! Answer again,’ said Rita, loving it.

‘Yes please .. yes please Ms. Jennings, please fuck me,’ said Anita.

‘That’s better. Now keep still, put your elbows up on the bed,’ said Rita.

Anita did as she was ordered, wondering what was going to happened next. She felt Rita rest a hand on her ass and then something large and smooth was pushed into her tight pussy. It felt enormous and she cried out as it slipped in slowly.

‘My god! What is that?’ she cried out. Rita smacked her again and pushed the strap on all the way into Anita tight pussy.

‘It’s a plastic cock sweetheart,’ said Rita, turning motherly and nice all of a sudden. ‘Does it feel nice?’

‘Ow it’s so big,’ whined Anita, arching her back to accommodate the strap on. Rita grabbed her hips and pushed the clear plastic dildo into the hilt, smiling in satisfaction.

‘It’s small honey, it the smallest one I have,’ said Rita. ‘Your very lucky I don’t use something bigger.’

‘I didn’t know you were into this sort of this thing,’ gasped Anita as the dildo withdrew and reentered.

‘I’m not sweetie,’ said Rita and then turned back to Ms. Jennings, ‘Now be quiet! Don’t talk while I’m fucking you. I haven’t used the equipment for a long time. I only use it on naughty little girls like you Anita. You have no control over your pussy so I going to have to fuck you until sex is the last thing on your mind.’

Anita stopped asking questions and starting gasping and grunting and the plastic cock was shoved in and out of her for the next few minutes. It was painful for her as she only had a few real cocks before but this was entirely different; this cock was stiff and would always be stiff. After the first few minutes, Anita began to get used the cock and even began pushing back to meet Rita’s thrusts. She began to climax and began feeling an orgasm that came from deep inside her, unlike anything she ever had

‘Ohh, YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!’ she screamed as the orgasm overtook her whole body. She shook and yelled out a torrent of swear words that would make her mother die of shame. Rita thrust in deep and pulled in the young woman up so she could rub her clit throughout the orgasm. Anita’s voice trailed off until she couldn’t she scream anymore and just whimpered until the powerful orgasm was over. She lay with her head on the bed, sweaty and tired. She felt the rubber cock withdraw and the handcuffs untied. She didn’t move, she just breathed heavily until she calmed down; she didn’t want to displease Ms. Jennings.

After a moment she was picked up to her feet and then pushed gently on to the bed, tired but completely satisfied, even though her pussy was a little sore from the vigorous pumping. Rita lay next to her and kissed softly on the lips and felt her little breasts.

‘Was that good?’ she asked sweetly, her green eyes shining.

‘Yes, my pussy’s a little sore, I hope it’s alright,’ said Anita, worried.

‘Your pussy’s fine dear, it always get a little sore when your younger, it may need a little tongue work though,’ said Rita. She got on her knees and then lowered her dripping blonde pussy over Anita’s face. Anita lapped up the juices eagerly and moaned when Rita began caressing her burning pussy with her hot tongue.

‘Mmm,’ said Anita with a mouth of pussy and blonde pubes. ‘Mmm, your so sweet.’

Anita licked the dripping pussy, licked her ass cheeks and her pretty little rim, then she fell back to the juicy pussy lips and clit. Rita got up on her knees and Anita’s bought her to orgasm. She sat on the girl face, grinding her beautiful blonde snatch in the teenagers face while playing with her stiff nipples.

‘Mmm, honey that’s so good – oh yes! Right there!’ she cried and erupted on the girls face. Anita lapped up the sticky juice and soon they settled down in each other arms. Anita loved lying next to the older woman, looking in her face and feeling her along her womanly frame.

Rita hugged her to her full chest and they began kissing again; slower this time, like satisfied lovers. Rita sucked on Anita’s tongue and nibbled on her little ears. Anita love it and loved having her in her arms after so long.

Rita pulled the sheets around them, preparing to go to sleep with her arms around Anita.

‘Your so wonderful Ms. Jennings,’ said Anita closing her eyes.

‘Rita dear,’ sighed Rita and kissed her on the forehead. ‘You can call me Rita baby.’

Anita’s eyes opened. She opened her mouth to ask a question but changed her mind. Rita already had her eyes closed holding Anita close to her breasts. Anita snuggled even closer and entwined a slender leg in between Rita’s voluptuous ones, wondering where Ms. Jennings had gone. She tried to get to sleep before she got horny all over again.

When Anita awoke the next morning, she was lying in bed by herself. She looked around confused, wondering where Rita had gotten. The bed smelt of her perfume and pussy juice and she inhaled the wonderful smell, feeling a familiar moistening in her loins in remembrance of the sexy blonde. Had it really happened? Anita couldn’t believe it.

Happily she swung her legs out of bed, overjoyed and in love. On the bedside table was a glass of water. She gulped it down thirstily and then walked out of the bedroom in search of Rita. She walked around naked, making her feel even hornier without any clothes on. It felt free and natural.

She found Rita in the kitchen sitting in at the table in her dressing gown and reading the newspaper. Anita walked in and leaned on the doorway, her pussy already sopping at the sight of Rita, she smiled at her. Rita looked up and admired the tall girls sexy naked frame, the little dark bush and the bronze skin. Anita dark eyes shined with warmth and obvious lust.

‘Your awake,’ said Rita getting up. ‘Did you sleep well?’

‘Very well,’ said Anita and came over.

‘You naughty girl,’ said Rita, admiring the teenager’s body. ‘Walking around naked. Fancy that.’

Rita put her arm around her waist and smacked her on the butt. Anita jumped slightly and smiled.

‘I missed you,’ she said, kissing her on the neck.

‘Don’t say that,’ said Rita, ‘you sound like a lovesick fool.’

‘I am in love,’ said Anita. ‘I’ll do anything for you.’

‘Don’t love me then,’ insisted Rita, ‘You can eat me and fuck me, just don’t love me.’

Anita grew confused and unhappy. Rita sensing her confusion sat back on her chair and pulled the naked girl on her lap and held her tightly.

‘I’m too old for you sweetheart,’ she said and kissed on her neck, ‘You’ll find other girls your age soon enough and then you’ll forget about me.’

‘No I won’t,’ said Anita, ‘I don’t care how old you are. I’ll never forget.’

Anita kissed her on the mouth to make her point and slipped her tongue in Rita’s mouth to be extra convincing.

‘Your such a sweetie,’ said Rita playing with her tongue, swirling it around. ‘Naughty and sweet.’

Anita smiled and took Rita’s hand, drawing it up her thigh and placing it on her dark little bush. Rita sucked on her delicate little nipple and began massaging her clit slowly, opening up the wet lips and feeling her inside, fingering the tight cunt.

‘My, how wet you are you bad girl,’ she withdrew her finger and sucked on it. ‘Mmm so sweet.’

‘Put it back in,’ Anita begged. ‘And greedy,’ she added. ‘Be careful or I’ll be Ms. Jennings again.’

‘Mmm good,’ said Anita. ‘I’ll be so bad that you’ll have to fuck me all day.’

‘Don’t try me,’ Rita laughed. ‘Your lucky I’m feeling merciful today.’

She slipped her finger in again, it went it slowly into the tight vagina and felt around inside. The hot little hole felt exquisite, she used her other hand to rub the clit at the same time. Anita moaned and kissed and nibbled at Rita’s neck, while she worked the finger in and out.

Anita began to climax. She ripped open Rita dressing ground so she could feel her bare skin against hers. It was warm and silky and instantly pushed her over the edge and into orgasm.

‘Oh Rita,’ she cried and came on her hand. Rita worked her finger in and out of her for a time afterwards, never tiring of the beautiful girl. Anita calmed down and kissed her softly all over the face, her cheeks, her forehead and nose and finally back to her mouth.

Anita kissed her with passion. Rita returned the kiss, her blonde pussy now sopping and needing attention. They held on to each other, enjoying the warmth and feel of their bodies.

‘When Heather getting back?’ asked Anita, putting her hard around Rita’s shoulder and playing with Rita’s large breasts.

Rita moaned in delight. She had almost forgotten about her sexy daughter that she was growing closer and closer to.

‘Thursday,’ she said and smacked Anita off her lap. Then she stood up and put her arm around Anita’s waist and walked her in the direction of the shower. ‘Now your going to give my pussy a really good clean with you tongue, I’m going to show you how to do it properly.’

Anita almost melted and was instantly horny again.

‘I’m looking forward to seeing Heather,’ said Anita.

‘Me too,’ said Rita, licking her lips. ‘Me too.’