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Chapter 3 Young Lesbians
Charlotte’s young mind was filled with thoughts making it impossible to fall asleep when she got back to Celeste’s room.
Celeste was right. His semen didn’t taste bad at all decided Charlotte lying in the dark on an air mattress on the floor. She was savoring the remnants of the ejaculate she’d swallowed moments ago. I wish we had more time. I would have liked to try some other things with Mr. Kenwood. He knew a lot and was a good teacher.
Charlotte’s finger was just inside her vagina pressing against the sides. Switching back and forth between her clitoris and vagina she had already orgasmed several times but didn’t want to stop as she thought about her encounter with Celeste’s father.
In fact I wish there had been more semen, a whole mouthful, but it was like Celeste said a couple of teaspoons. I can’t imagine why Patty said the thought of swallowing come made her sick. She called it pecker snot, yuck. She’d such a wuss.
I bet before the year is out she’ll suck off Bryan Woodbridge. She’s got a crush on him and he knows it. He’ll take advantage of her and then tell everyone what a low down slut she is.
I wonder how it would have felt if Mr. Kenwood had put his cock in me. I don’t see how anything that big could get inside my vagina. I had to stretch my jaw to get it in my mouth. My pussy’s too narrow. Could there be something wrong with me? In spite of my height, maybe my vagina is too narrow for even the tiniest penis. It hurt when I first stuck the handle of my hairbrush inside. But Mr. Kenwood’s fingers didn’t hurt, not even the ones in my asshole. And that part was very exciting and grownup. I’d licked and tongue a man’s asshole. I bet even Celeste hasn’t done that.
Charlotte touched the two fingers that had been in Mr. Kenwood’s asshole to her nose and inhaled the fading aroma. Not that bad decided Charlotte.
It was nice of Mr. Kenwood to allow me to put my mouth on his butthole and lick it. Celeste has got a terrific dad. I wish my Daddy would let me suck his cock. He has got to be huge. He’s 6’6”, poor Mom’s only 5’7”. But she had me and I weighed over eight pounds and was twenty-four inches long. There’s got to be something I just don’t understand. Last year when we went to Myrtle Beach and stayed in the same motel room, Daddy kicked the covers off during the night and I could see the head of his cock poking out his shorts. His was much bigger than Mr. Kenwood’s and compared to Rory’s tiny little wiener, it was gigantic. Somehow those big cocks get inside you.
If Mr. Kenwood had a condom, would I have let him fuck me, maybe? But he didn’t even offer to fuck me. He seemed very happy I wanted to blow him. I wonder why he didn’t ask if he could take my virginity. I probably would have said yes even though I shouldn’t.
I need to quit thinking about things like that. I’m losing control. I could get pregnant and ruin my future. I want to play sports and go to college, and join the diplomatic corps. I don’t want to get pregnant and be stuck here on the Delmarva married to a bean farmer. That’s a crummy thing to say. Daddy’s a farmer and he’s a wonderful father. Still, he wants me to get an education. He says farming is a dying industry.
Maybe I should ask Mom for birth control pills. She’d probably say yes.
“Are you awake?” asked Celeste talking in a whisper from the bed right above Charlotte.
“Yes, I can’t sleep,” said Charlotte.
“Scoot over,” said Celeste slipping off the bed and under the blanket with Charlotte.
The two settled back down lying shoulder to shoulder. Celeste and Charlotte’s bare leg rested against one another.
“I though you wouldn’t have the nerve to show your pussy,” said Celeste referring to an earlier game of Truth or Dare.
“According to the rules of the game I didn’t have a choice,” said Charlotte turning slightly to face Celeste.
“Have you ever seen your Mom and Dad doing it?” asked Celeste.
“No, I don’t think they make love that often. Have you?” asked Charlotte.
“Yes, my Mom and Dad fuck like rabbits. Sometimes when they think I’m asleep they’ll watch porn on the big screen TV downstairs instead of the small one in their bedroom. I can see them in the Entertainment Center from the upstairs landing,” said Celeste.
“What are they doing?”
“Usually at the start she’s sucks his cock then he licks her pussy. One watches the TV while the other performs oral sex. They switch after they have an orgasm. Also, Daddy fucks Mom dog style so they can both watch porn. Mom moans and curses when she cums. She’s real loud,” said Celeste.
“What kind of things does she say?”
“Eat my cunt. Motherfucker! Lick that hot twat, pussy boy. She’s got others but I can’t remember them.”
“My parents aren’t like that; at least I don’t think they are,” said Charlotte.
“You’re getting yourself off, aren’t you?” asked Celeste reaching her hand down to confirm that Charlotte’s hand was busily employed on her sex.
“Yes, I’ve been doing that a lot lately. Sometimes I find my hand on my pussy and I don’t remember putting it there.” said Charlotte.
“You’re a horny bitch, Charlotte Simmons,” said Celeste as she placed her hand on Charlotte’s sex. “With a very wet pussy, Carol says that girls with real wet pussies can’t get enough cock. Your pussy is telling you it craves cock.”
“Who is Carol?”
“This girl I met in a chat room.”
“I get that way when I touch myself. Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” said Charlotte.
“Nothing that eight inches of cock wouldn’t fix,” said Celeste slipping her index finger inside the opening of Charlotte’s vagina.
“I like it when you touch me,” said Charlotte spreading her legs slightly.
“You feel so warm. I bet none of us make it through the fall semester without losing our virginity, even Patty in spite of what she says about saving herself for that special man,” said Celeste flicking Charlotte’s clitoris with her thumb as she pushed her fingers into the narrow vaginal opening.
“I’m taking this off. It’s too hot,” said Charlotte sitting up and pulling her nightgown over her head.
“Me too,” said Celeste. “Face me. Let’s rub our boobs together as we kiss,” said Celeste turning on her side toward Charlotte.
Celeste and Charlotte held each other as they pressed their chest together.
“Want to make each other come?” asked Celeste.
“Yes, if we can stay quiet and not wake the others,” said Charlotte. “I don’t want them to think we’re lesbians. How do we do it?”
“Lay still while I climb on top,” said Celeste climbing on top of the much larger Charlotte reversing her position until her sex was right at Charlotte’s mouth.
“Is this what lesbians do?” whispered Charlotte.
“Its one way girls can get each other off. You lick my pussy while I lick yours,” said Celeste.
“Is this called sixty-nine,” asked Charlotte recalling something she’d read?
“Yes, eat me, you pussy sucking dyke,” said Celeste.
“Huh?”
“Just making it interesting,” said Celeste.
“We better be quiet or we’ll wake them up,” said Charlotte.
“Eat me quietly, you pussy sucking dyke,” whispered Celeste causing both of them to giggle.
Celeste placed her mouth over Charlotte’s clitoris, sucked the small nubbin of flesh out of its protective fold and flicked it with the tongue. Charlotte responded by imitating Celeste. Over the next few minutes, Charlotte imitated everything Celeste did to her sex. Charlotte experienced the greatest pleasure in dipping her tongue in Celeste’s vagina and coating it with fluids.
“I love the way you taste,” said Charlotte taking a break. The feeling of having her lips, tongue and mouth coated with Celeste’s glandular secretions overwhelmed Charlotte’s senses leading to a mutual climax that caused both girls to rock back and forth clutching at each other.
“That was incredible,” said Celeste once their orgasm was exhausted and she had climbed off Charlotte to rest in the crook of her arm.
“I orgasmed so hard I almost fainted,” said Charlotte. “I must be a lesbian.”
“Eating pussy does not make you a lesbian,” said Celeste.
“Really, are you sure? I thought that’s what lesbians do.”
“If I tell you something, do you promise to keep it a secret and never tell another soul? I mean absolutely no one must ever hear about this,” said Celeste.
“I’ll never tell anyone. I promise,” said Charlotte.
“My parents are swingers, wife swappers,” said Celeste.
“That can’t be true. Your parents are so nice, especially your dad,” said Charlotte.
“I know for certain. I found out last year.”
“How,” asked Charlotte?
“One day when they were gone, Daddy had left his computer on. It was logged on a Web site called www.swingersUSA. It took me a while to figure it out but I searched on couples within ten miles of our zip code and there were my parents and the Sanborns who live a couple of streets over,” said Celeste.
“You recognized them,” asked Charlotte?
“Not at first, their faces were blacked out but I sure recognized my own living room. That’s where they took the pictures,” said Celeste.
“There were pictures of them doing things?”
“Yes, Mom sucking Dad’s cock, Dad eating Mom’s pussy. In one, Mom was in a shoulder stand and Dad was standing over her fucking straight down in her pussy. It was so hot,” said Celeste.
“Really, a shoulder stand,” asked Charlotte.
“Mom’s into yoga like you. Now I know why,” said Celeste.
“What else was there on the Web site,” asked Charlotte.
“Email about an upcoming party at the Sanborns. I’d already been told I was going to be left with a baby sitter that night. I snuck over there and saw them.”
“How did you do that,” asked Charlotte.
“Mrs. Abel was still my baby sitter. Last month I finally convinced Mom I was old enough to stay by myself. Mrs. Abel is in her eighties and goes to sleep before I do. I climbed out my window and walked over.”
“What did you see,” asked Charlotte all of a sudden aware that once again her hand was stroking her sex.
“Not all that much, the curtains were drawn and the shades pulled down. But there was one place where you could see into a bedroom. It was only an inch or two but the bed was right by the window,” said Celeste.
“This is making me horny,” said Charlotte.
“Me too, there was my Mom with Mr. Sanborn and several other people I didn’t know. Mom and this other woman who was seriously overweight were doing sixty-nine while Mr. Sanborn was screwing her from behind. That’s how I know doing sixty-nine does not make us lesbians. Mom was on top of this fat blonde woman and they were really going at it. Guys were sticking their cocks in their pussies and mouths,” said Celeste.
“Did you see your dad?”
“No, he must have been in another bedroom. I counted ten cars outside so there must have been at least twenty people at the party,” said Celeste.
“How long did you watch?”
“I’m not sure, not that long. I was standing on my tiptoes to reach the window so my calves got tired. One of the neighbor’s dogs started barking so I left,” said Celeste.
“I don’t think my parents are into anything like that. Dad is fifty-six and Mom’s thirty-eight. They’ve both become very religious since joining the Friendship Christian Evangelical Church. I don’t think my parents are swingers,” said Charlotte.
“I bet your Dad has a huge cock,” said Celeste.
“I saw part of it last summer when we went on vacation. It looks huge,” said Charlotte.
“Wouldn’t it be great if we had sex with each other’s Dad’s,” said Celeste?
“Yes, I’d like that,” said Charlotte thinking about how Mr. Kenwood’s cock felt in her mouth.
“I’d be skewered on your Dad’s big dick, flopping around and screaming for him to fuck me harder,” said Celeste. “What are you doing?” asked Celeste watching as Charlotte rolled her spine off the mattress pointing her long legs toward the ceiling then bring them back over her head until her knees were beside her head. Charlotte’s back was vertical, her weight resting on her shoulder blades.
“In yoga, it’s called deaf man’s pose because your knees cover your ears. Is this the position your Mom was in?” said Charlotte.
“Yes, and I know exactly what to do,” said Celeste applying her mouth to Charlotte’s sex.
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Those little tramps thought Toni Kenwood looking down on the sleeping girls. It was just past six in the morning when Toni slipped silently into her daughter’s bedroom. Charlotte and Celeste were lying together uncovered and naked. Celeste’s leg was thrown over Charlotte and her head was resting on Charlotte’s breast.
The other girls were scattered around the room in sleeping bags or on Celeste’s bed. Toni knelt quietly down to where her face was only inches from her daughter and inhaled the smell of sex from Celeste’s and then Charlotte’s face.
Those two have been munching each other’s rug. Oh well, they are fourteen and I was that age when Betty Owens and I first got together for a slice of hair pie.
Toni covered the girls up then tip toed out of the room anxious to tell Charlie what she had learned.
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