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  Msg#: 8942                                         Date: 14 Dec 94  20:26
  From: Chimene                                      Read: Yes    Replied: No 
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  Subj: SEDUCING SARA  (cons ff, adult-teen)
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From: an147259@anon.penet.fi (Chimene)




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                          WARNING!!!

Yes, the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex, and 
if you're underage you should STOP RIGHT NOW!!!  

This story is about consensual sex between an adult woman and a 
teenage girl.  If such material offends you, please don't read it.

These stories were written for my own pleasure before I knew of 
the Internet or alt.sex.stories.  Comments are welcome, as are 
your favorite stories of similar ilk.  Flames will be ignored.

More to come,

                 Chimene   


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     Come live with me and be my love,
     and we will all the pleasures prove . . .




     If you can't stand the heat, don't burn down the kitchen.




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                     SEDUCING SARA

                           by
                     Chimene d'Antan


Sara is only 15, but her little breasts are more than adolescent 
buds -- having rosy, well-developed nipples and a distinct round 
form.  To me, they are quite enticing, albeit no match for mine or 
those of the other women in my house.

Sara's hair is a rich, honey color, and flows down her back to her 
waist in gentle, thick, silky waves, shining with the vigor and 
health of youth, and terminating in a series of bouncy curls.  Her 
face is round, innocent, and her pale brown eyebrows frame a pair 
of large, wide-set and stunningly blue eyes.  Her mouth is broad 
and graced with pink, sensuous lips.  Her body is typically 
gangly, the curves of waist and thighs only hinting at future 
voluptuousness.  Her pussy is a downy mound with a tight little 
slit.  Looking at her, I could only hope that she would enjoy her 
first experience as much as I.  Even at her tender age she is 
exciting to behold, and her beauty holds great potential, its 
youthful lines and her sweet face promising greatness in maturity. 

We sat together on the couch, wearing only silk camisoles.  She 
was stiff and nervous, fully aware of my intentions.  My arm was 
around her, and I spoke softly to her, assuring her that I had no 
wish to hurt her, that this would be a far gentler introduction to 
sex than most girls received.  I began stroking her hair as I 
asked her to be frank with me about her sexual fantasies and how 
often she masturbated.  When she realized that I was not judging 
her, but actually approved of the act, she admitted to frequent 
masturbation, often fantasizing about being taken forcefully ("no, 
not rape, really, just forcefully" she said) and about sucking 
cock.  When I asked if she ever fantasized about sex with women 
she paused and then said that it wasn't that she was "grossed out" 
by it, just that when she thought of it, she would block it out, 
probably because she'd learned from society that lesbian sex was 
immoral and taboo -- a perversion.  Asked if she wanted to try it, 
she said she wasn't sure, but was willing since she liked me so 
much and far preferred life with me to life in the orphanage.

I took her face in my hands and kissed her shining pink mouth, 
gently, but for a long moment, hoping to ease her tension as well 
as to start her hormones flowing.  She was tense at first, her 
mouth almost frozen, but then she relaxed and hesitantly kissed me 
back.  My hand moved down to her breast, sliding between the sheer 
material and her pale, almost translucent skin and onto the 
fledgling mound.  She tensed again, and I drew back my mouth, 
looked deeply into her eyes with a loving gaze (I _do_ love her, for 
she is truly a sweet, intelligent, and entertaining girl, in 
addition to her obvious physical appeal and promise).  "Please, 
don't be frightened, my dear.  Love among women is not dirty or 
gross, it's the most pure form of love women can engage in, since 
there is no domination, no inequality of pleasure given or 
received.  Women lovers are completely equal, as is their love, 
both physical and emotional".  

As I talked, I continued stroking her hair while I began to 
massage her immature breast slowly and tenderly.  Her eyes were 
wide with a combination of fear and anticipation, and she looked 
into mine for the reassurance I so wanted to give.  I took her 
face into both hands again and said "My sweet child, I do love 
you, I do _want_ you, and I do want _you_ to want me.  Do you?  Or 
would you rather wait?"   Her eyes searched mine for signs of 
anything but love, but found only caring and a loving physical 
desire which -- almost unknown to her (I had felt the tightening 
of her nipple but a moment before) -- was beginning to infect her 
body, too.  She hesitated, thinking for a long moment before 
saying softly, her voice suddenly a bit husky, "Yes, I do."

I kissed her mouth again, briefly but tenderly, my hand still 
holding the back of her head and luxuriating in the soft flood of 
her hair.  I slid my other hand down her shoulder pulling the silk 
camisole strap down with it, and dropping it to her waist.  I 
swooned at the sight of the translucent, milky skin of her torso, 
the gentle, smooth roundness of her young breast.  I cupped the 
now exposed tit and lowered my lips to the erect nipple as I 
lifted the little virgin swelling to my mouth.  I sucked gently, 
like a baby as I caressed her hair and back with long calming 
strokes.  My long dark tresses pooled in her lap.  She tensed yet 
again, and her back arched slightly, pushing her breasts in 
unconscious sensuality against me.  After a moment of sheer 
blissful suckling, I stopped, raised my head and asked her if she 
liked it.  "Yes, it's kind of nice.  You do that so sweetly, it 
makes me tingle."  Again I kissed her, my mouth slightly open, and 
this time she responded more positively, working her lips against 
mine, taking my head in her hands.  "You're so gentle with me" she 
said, "it makes me feel good about you."  

"Would you like to kiss my breasts?" I asked.  She waited only a 
moment before she nodded and slid her hands onto my shoulders, 
dropping the straps of my garment and slipping it completely down 
to my waist in a fluid and sure motion, exposing both my full 
breasts to her view.  She regarded them for a moment, and then 
placed her hands on them, feeling their ample flesh, thumbing the 
aroused and enlarged nipples, palpating them in slow tactile 
exploration.  She remarked on their feel in her hands, and then 
lowered her mouth to the nearest one and began mouthing the nipple 
and then sucking it.  The sight and feel of her hands on me caused 
a weakness in my knees and a turmoil in my stomach that caught my 
breath in my throat.  The pale golden coils of her hair slid 
between my thighs and I moaned softly: "Ooooohhhh".  I began 
stroking her head.

For a long time, she experimented with her mouth, lips and tongue, 
becoming bolder as the novel taste and feel of my warm breast 
stimulated her.  She teased the nipple, licking all around it, 
sucking lightly, and then drawing it fully into her mouth like a 
hungry child.  As she continued, she began massaging and kneading 
my tit, the plump flesh filling both her slender hands.  Like an 
experienced sculptor working live clay, she squeezed and caressed, 
even as her mouth explored hungrily, as if putting the finishing 
touches to her work.  The manipulations of her fingers and the 
moist heat of her mouth took me from a state of sweet loving 
reverie to full sexual arousal, and I wondered just how innocent 
Sara was.  I caressed her hair, burying my hands in its luxurious 
waves and rubbing my other breast with it as she sucked and kissed 
away, lovingly, but with increasing energy.  Hot waves of 
sensuality began washing up my torso from my now wet pussy, and I 
cooed in encouragement as her mouth slid around and onto my 
swollen nipple over and over again.  The fragrance of her hair 
intoxicated me. 

At last she stopped.  "Do _you_ like it?" she asked with exaggerated 
gentleness, as if _I_ were the child.  "Oh _yes_!" I replied, 
genuinely enthralled and excited, "That seems to come naturally to 
you."  "I am still just a child" she noted, both accusing and 
teasing me.  Yet again, I kissed her, this time pulling her to me 
and embracing her, reveling in the feel of her warm breasts 
against mine.  I placed my open mouth on hers and sucked 
erotically at her open lips, this time giving her a full French 
kiss.  I allowed the kiss to last but just a second though, 
wondering what her response would be.  

I soon found out.  She waited but a moment before placing her arms 
around my neck and pulling her mouth against mine and kissing me 
back with equal fervor, equally as deeply, and thrusting her 
tongue just as deeply into my mouth.  She was young, impetuous, 
and impulsive, and her kisses reflected the fact.  I had known 
this before, and had wondered how these characteristics might 
translate into sexual behavior.  But she was also quite self-
assured, and this ensured that, once she had some understanding of 
what our encounter and her feelings were about, she was no longer 
tentative.  We kissed for a long time, as she again experimented 
boldly with the forbidden, all the while -- perhaps unknowingly -- 
escalating my arousal.  It was all I could do to keep myself from 
unleashing the full brunt of my passion, especially when she 
lunged onto me, straddling my waist with her thighs so that she 
faced me directly, her buttocks resting on my legs.  

I pulled back from the brink.  "Now let's not overdo it quite 
yet," I said, laughing.  "I'm the teacher here, and I want to 
introduce you to my subject slowly and gently.  Now pay attention, 
because your next subject is the most important one of all!"  She 
looked at me, her eyes shining, a bit provocative, and expressing 
anticipation, humor, and, still, a hint of trepidation.  After 
all, kissing was really just an innocent pastime compared to real 
_sex_.  

In her new position, Sara's breasts were now thrust directly 
towards me, inviting me.  Again I lowered my lips to her sweet 
little tit and its engaging nipple as I slipped the other strap of 
her camisole off her shoulder.  This time I sucked more fully, 
however, allowing my arousal to express itself completely, drawing 
as much of her whole breast into my hungry mouth as I could.  She 
began caressing and stroking my hair.  At the same time, I slid my 
hand down her belly, pulling the drooping garment along, and fully 
revealing her torso.  Sensing my intentions, she momentarily 
stepped off the couch to stand in front of me and I used both 
hands to pull the flimsy material down past her hips, past her 
buttocks to let if slide down her legs to her feet.  She stepped 
out of the garment and resumed her position straddling my lap, her 
luscious little body once again pressing against my hungry flesh.  
All the while, I kept my mouth pressed onto her breast.  Once more 
she tensed as my hand moved to her mound and began massaging it.  
"Relax, baby, Mama wants to make you feel _good_!"  

My middle finger found her slit and pressed between the lips of 
her still-young vagina.  The moisture I found there told me that 
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