("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text Archive name: season06.txt (ff, teens) Authors name: Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi) Story title : The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 6 of 13 ------------------------------------------------------ Copyright © 1996 Linda B. - This story is written for adults and involves a consensual relationship between two older teen girls. If you are a teenager, we as adults don't think that you should read this even though you are sexually mature and probably have much more sexual desire than we do, but we are merely jealous of your sexual virility. Please leave us alone to *fantasize* about being your age once again. I'm sorry but you'll have to wait until you're at least 18 before you can have your own fantasies. Preferably you should wait until you're at least 30 or older, that way you can really have something to fantasize about: your very own teenage years! I would appreciate any *positive* feedback about this story, including your feelings as you read the story. ------------------------------------------------------ The Passing of Seasons - Chapter 6 by Linda B. (an454887@anon.penet.fi) "So, are you ready to let me do *anything* I want to you?" She managed to squeeze in a "no" between all the laughing. Ok, fine, I thought. she'll agree with everything when I get done with her. I decided to give her another chance. "I think it's time for some sweet little promises, don't you? I think you really want to be *eaten* don't you? Don't act like you don't know *exactly* what I'm talking about either! And you know what *else* I think? I think you should admit it *right* now or you're only going to make it harder on yourself!" "MMMMM-hhhmmmm," giggled Jenny. Finally we were making progress! I kept teasing and tickling her. "So that's what you really want isn't it?" That nodding head proved that I was right. Ah-ha! I knew there would be a confession eventually, even if it was kind of coerced! Not only that, but she *did* end up giving me permission to have my way with her. A smart decision indeed! First I stripped her of the nightgown. Then I went to my dresser and took out two of my silk scarves. Why didn't she *guess* what they were for, I suggested. And wouldn't she just *love* to know? All things in their time. Their own sweet time! When I returned to the bed she was laying there passively, waiting for what she was going to have done to her next, it had all been explained during an earlier conversation. There was no need to explain the rule about "no peeking", not when I put the silk blindfold on her. It should have become quite obvious at that point! The other scarf would only be felt now, softly sliding over her erect nipples. Pulled tightly between my two hands and stroking, stroking, her breasts over and over again. And she seemed to like it too, judging by those tiny little mmmms that would periodically emerge from her lips. Not that it was a surprise or anything. "So, what *are* we going to do with you now?" I asked rhetorically. It wasn't like I really needed any suggestions or anything! But Jenny seemed to be completely preoccupied with that soft silky feeling on her nipples and there was no answer. I stopped, hoping to somehow get her attention. Guess if she liked *that*! Maybe she would like a little game, I thought. After all, games *are* fun. I spoke to Jenny with my high pitched baby-talk voice. "How about a nice little game, sweetie? Aren't we just going to *love* that!" "I'm not sure." Answered my playmate. "How do we play?" "Oh you're part's easy," I assured. "You just lay there and try to guess where the next kiss is going to land. It's not one of those games where you have to keep score or anything, in the end, everyone wins!" "Aren't you going to *punish* me if I guess wrong?" I lifted up her chin with my forefinger, acting like I was offended. "Of *course* I am! Did we think we were going to get *away* with something? You'll just have to be *teased* until you start learning how to play the game. Ok, now it's time for your first guess." A moment later came the answer. The *wrong* answer. No, it wasn't going to be the *left* nipple, but rather the right! I was glad that she expected to be punished for answering incorrectly, besides, it wasn't like she didn't deserve it or anything! After a nice little smooching session with Jenny's nipple I moved away and made her *wait* for what was coming next. Hovering over her other breast, I kept my lips just a fraction of an inch away. I knew what had to be done, but still, some questions remained. Could she feel the heat of my breath on her nipple? I made sure of that. Was she getting restless with anticipation? Those little squirms were giving her away. And could she *possibly* be wondering what I was about to do with that darling breast? Not for long! I clamped my lips down on her nipple, making sure it couldn't get away. Then it got the tugging and pulling of its life. Jenny sure seemed to be enjoying having her nipple pulled, sucked and stretched to new limits, although she never actually *said* she was. There were just all of these soft moaning sounds coming from her. It was impossible to be absolutely sure. One thing I *was* sure about though: She'd think twice before giving me the wrong answer again! "Time for your next guess! Where is the next kiss going to be?" There was a uncertainty in her voice. "Ummmm...my lips, that's it." "But *which* lips are you talking about?" I wanted to make sure she was specific. "The ones that you're making *incredibly* wet!" "You mean your *pussy* lips?" I asked, trying to sound as if I had no idea *what* she was talking about. "You mean the ones between your legs." Pushing her legs part. "You mean these ones, right here. Is that what you're telling me?" "Uhhhhhh....uhhhhhhh....huhhhhhh" She whimpered, indicating a "yes" answer. And just in time too! She was about to get in trouble *again* for taking so long to answer. Oh well. Who says life is fair! Tell you one thing though, it's a good thing she ended up with right answer after all that stalling! I planted a big kiss right on her pussy lips. Oh yes, they were wet all right! But not as wet as they would get from the kissing party that was about to start! I had to hold her legs tightly so that she could be properly kissed, they just kept on moving around, even after repeated warnings. "MMMMM-MMMMM....Kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss-kiss!" I teased before beginning a fresh batch of wet kisses. And did Jenny think I was going to stop there with just a bit of kissing? No-no-no! She was going to get some "French" kissing too. It was time to tell Jenny *exactly* what she would be having done to her. "Jenny? Oh Jenny cutie. Time for some more kissies sweetie. And you know what *kind* of kisses your getting now, dear? *French* ones with lots of *licking*. Isn't *that* what you want? Or are we going to be bashful today?" Never really got an answer to that question, just a lot of heavy breathing, a few sighs, and an almost constant moaning as I started thoroughly frenching her. This was a new experience for me, but I couldn't help remembering just how wonderful it felt when I got my turn at being tongued. How those warm waves of soft feeling flowed over me. That helpless vulnerability of being penetrated over and over. Wondering how much I could handle. Now it was *my* tongue that would have its way with *her* pussy, and all her squirming wasn't going to change a thing! Just when it seemed like she was *really* getting hot, I backed away. Now we wouldn't want to go *too* quickly would we? I had no idea how many orgasms Jenny had experienced, but I was going for the record. And hurrying was not the way to get to the top of the charts, I was sure about that. Though she couldn't see a thing, Jenny's head turned form side to side as if she was looking for me. "Down here sweetheart." I whispered, just before engulfing her breast in my mouth. "Ooooooooh. I'm tingling all over again," purred Jennifer. Each breast got another turn at being sucked and kissed. Then it was time to play with those nipples again. Well, I did give them rest didn't I? My fingers plucked at her delicious fruit with endless twisting, turning and stretching. Eventually I did stop, only to be assaulted with all the usual complaints and distractions. *First* it was the blindfold that wasn't on quite right. Oh sure! Then that *terrible* wrinkle in the sheet right on her little ol' backside: I needed a detailed descrip- tion of course. Oh, I felt *so* sorry for *her*! *And* whatever it was that I was doing with her boob? Could I just *please* be so kind to continue? *Whatever* that was. Jenny hadn't even noticed that I hardly was listening at that point. Instead I had got up to get her next little surprise. She just kept right on talking, that is, of course, until she felt another scarf slip into her mouth and gag her! That *does* seem to affect one's ability to whine. "ahhmmmgggsssttttrrrrrkkkkk-mmmmmmm" "What was that?" I chuckled, tying of the scarf in back of her head. "Now where was I? That is, *before* I was so *rudely* interrupted. You *do* remember what we were doing don't you? Maybe you need something to refresh your memory." Before she could say "Lick my lips" I was back, doing just that. About the only thing I could hear coming from Jenny was occasional whimpers. Nothing that gave me *any* reason to believe she wasn't absolutely adoring all the attention I was giving her pussy. And speaking of attention, I knew what to say to get her *attention*. "Jenny? Do you think I can reach your clitty with my tongue? I'm just dying to see what it *tastes* like. I'll bet it's *so* tasty!" Her body starting writhing like a switch had been flipped on or something. What was she going to do when my tongue started attacking her *poor* helpless little clitty? I shoved my tongue in as far as I could, desperate to find her hiding clitoris. "MMMMMM, this tastes *so* good, yum-yum-yum!" Trying to keep my tongue in her was quite a challenge, I must say. It reminded of me of riding a horse with all that bucking up and down, but I was determined to stay in the saddle no matter what. My tongue made circles around inside of her vagina, flicking in and out, relentlessly probing for that reclusive clitty. At last, I thought I could just get at it. With Jenny's entire body shifting into high gear like a sports car, I had to at least be getting warm. Then I stopped again and waited for what must have seemed like an eternity to her. In went my tongue, making her jerk violently. Then another wait, this time a little longer still. With hands clutching her head, Jenny slithered around like a snake, groaning deeply. It was obvious she wanted MORE! It *was*, after all, only polite of me to *ask* her. "Would you like some more?" Jenny nodded. "Are you sure? I think your just trying to be nice. *Are* you just trying to be nice? Maybe I should have you *beg*! Would you like beg? Oh, that would be mean, wouldn't it? Of *course* it would! You're all gagged up, aren't you! That's right! I'm *so* sorry, I didn't notice. Maybe I can ask for you. How about that?" Then, with my face right up to her pussy, I continued the teasing. "*Please* lick me! Won't you *please* lick me." I shoved my tongue in and out, in and out, in and out. Then I stopped. "My sweet little clitty needs *so* much pampering, and it just *adores* your wet licking tongue, won't you *please* eat me some more." To which she received yet another round of tongue intercourse. And another. She was getting close now, I could just feel it. Then I tried something that I had only fantasized about. I lifted her legs straight up in the air and spread them out, ready to lick her good. "Oh, god. That's scary Sarah. I don't think I can handle it." "Please trust me Jennifer. I love you and I promise I won't hurt you." "I feel *so* exposed, you couldn't imagine." I couldn't imagine? Oh, it was very *easy* to imagine, in fact. It was very *easy* to imagine how *I* would feel having my legs held up in such a vulnerable position. That feeling of being trapped, with no way to escape being penetrated by a hungry tongue. Slowly I continued to eat her, trying to stretch her limit one lick, one nibble, one kiss at a time. I offered an analogy to explain what she was going to get next. "Jenny? Do you know how a dog licks you when it's *really* *really* friendly? Like when it's *so* excited to see you." I knew she had heard me by the groans of pleasure coming out and their sudden and *coincidental* increase in volume. Perhaps a demonstration might help her understand things a little. Panting like a dog, my tongue wildly lapped at her exposed pussy lips like there was no tomorrow. "Are you ready to be finished off now?" I asked, stopping to catch my breath. "Mmmmm...mmmmmmm" Was all I got out of her. What kind of an answer was *that* supposed to be? "I asked you a *question*! And I'm not happy with the answer I got either!" The appropriate punishment seemed to be more licking and then, just when she thought it wouldn't, my tongue plowed through the Jenny's pussy slit without any warning. I don't how far her body flew up off the bed, but it was a quite a ways. I was ready to bet she just *loved* being penetrated so briskly and being completely taken off guard. So sure, in fact, that I did it 5 or 6 more times just to make sure I was right! It sure was getting *me* excited to think about having my own pussy violated so suddenly like this. With my face buried into her crotch, I gave her a licking she wasn't *ever* going to forget. Holding her flailing legs in place seemed an impossible task at times, but hold them I would. Twisting, turning, Jenny writhed on the bed, my tongue in pursuit the whole way. The only way to give her a proper licking (and she was going to get that one way the other) was to get completely on top of her and wrap my arms around those hips. This was the last time I was going to put up with all of this squirming. I decided that next time, she would be *strapped* down into place. And if I was lucky, perhaps I too would suffer the same fate! My tongue went back to work, piercing her over and over again like a machine until I could feel her whole body start tensing up. I couldn't understand a thing she was mumbling. Just a lot of "Mmmmmmmm-mmm- mm-mmmmmmmm" or something like that. Then suddenly her whole body started moving in uncontrollable spasms and I could hear Jenny scream loudly as if the gag wasn't even there. I feasted on her pussy with reckless abandon, following her wild body movements all over the bed. Up and down she went with violent convulsions until slowly everything stopped, it was over. I remembered how much I enjoyed cuddling after the orgasm Jenny had given me, so after removing her blindfold and gag I moved in for a snuggle. The poor thing didn't seem to have a whole lot to say about anything. Instead, she lied there quietly, eyes closed, kind of cooing softly like a dove. I held her there in a loving embrace, kissing gently until she slowly started to come back to life. "I think I went to heaven," whispered Jennifer. "That's where angels go you know." We smiled into each other and kissed. The bright sunlight filtered through my curtains, casting its light on the piles of clothes, magazines and other miscellaneous trash strewn across my bedroom floor. Looking at the mess was depressing enough, but there was more where that came from in the kitchen. Mom always said, "What you do in your room is your business as long as it doesn't affect me." The rest of the house, however, was a different story all together. Cleaning up was going to get put off until later, there were more important things on my mind. Kissing Jennifer some more, for example. My lips felt like they were worn out already, like they were kissing somebody even when they weren't. It was a really funny sensation. Before I had much of a chance to wear them out some more, I heard a familiar sound, an unmistakable sound. The front door had just closed. Which meant, of course, that it had *opened*. Mother was home! And I had left the kitchen a mess. A bad combination that was. We both jumped out of bed and got dressed as quietly as we could. I stayed hidden from view as I edged down the stairs slowly. It was just as I had suspected and she wasn't exactly quiet about cleaning up my mess in the kitchen. But she didn't seem angry either, whistling away as she put the dishes and pans into the dishwasher. Strangely, she never seemed to get mad like my dad did. Self control she called it. "Sa....raaaah" My mother called loudly. Backing up the stairs a bit, I answered. "Coming mom." There she sat at the kitchen table hovering over the last bit of mess probably left there just for me. "Your father had to take a flight back to Nebraska to take care of some last minute business with the farm. He wants you know that he loves you very much. I wanted to tell you that." The harshness of her stare told my there was more. I figured we might as well get things out in the open. "Are you mad at me about the kitchen?" "I'm *very* disappointed in you." She deposited a cup into the dishwasher speaking in almost a friendly tone. "And I thought you *cared* about your father and I." Her head shook with a disgusted expression. "We do *so* much for you. Is *this* how you repay us? We do *everything* we can for you. We don't ask much either. No we don't. I thought you appreciated us taking care of you. I guess I was wrong." A dog. That's what I had become. Like when they crap on the floor and see the rolled up newspaper coming. They know what it's for. But this was worse. She put another cup away loudly. I was starting to cry at that point when mom spoke again in this kind of artificially cheerful voice. "Why don't we finish this up together, I think that will make me feel so much better about you and I, don't you think so? I think it will make you feel better too." I had frozen up inside, unable to talk or think, my movements mechanical and void of emotion. Jenny walked down the stairs cautiously as if she knew something was going on. "Well...hello there Jennifer!" Shouted mother acting like everything was just so wonderful. "It's *so* nice to see you again. Did you to have fun today? I'll bet *breakfast* was *just* delicious." Jenny nodded politely, turning toward me. Her face was so loving and understanding when her eyes met mine. The ice inside me was already beginning to melt. But the tears were starting to push out, they wouldn't be held back much longer. Just long enough for me to run out the door, Jenny right behind me, finally grabbing my hand at the bottom of the driveway. I turned around fell into her waiting embrace. At that point I really needed Jenny's love, but everything inside of me was recoiling away from her in pain. Feeling my resistance, she let me pull away. We walked past the familiar shops and houses to the beach not saying a word. When we got to the boardwalk, some of Jenny's friends were gathered together on their beach towels in the sand. They were all waving and motioning for us to come over but I just wasn't in any kind of mood to meet them. "I think I need to be alone for a while Jenny." A party pooper like me wasn't something she needed right then and I could see Jenny felt torn between helping me and being with her other friends. "Are you really sure? I'd rather be with you if you want me to." I shook my head. "Thanks Jenny, but go ahead. I'll be OK. I just need some time to think." So we went our separate ways. She to be with her friends, me to be alone. I felt so sad and yet so envious of her popularity. I had always been somewhat of a loner, but living in a place where I knew no one was threatening to make my life even more solitary. The deep rumbling of the ocean waves was so calming, so healing, as I walked along following the small birds in and out of the tide. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sun, not thinking about adult situations. Do your part to make our world a little safer. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 11