Teresa and Jan

by Dorsey

(for Jane)

The Day Before The Event

Many miles into the countryside, bounded by the sea on one side and deep forests on the others, is a lovely collection of horse farms with a small village at its center. There may be forty people who live in this remote setting, mostly women of all ages. The few men who reside in the area work in the nearest city that is a two hour drive from the village, and because of that, they only return to the village on weekends, choosing to stay in a city flat or motel through the week. The men understand their roles, each preferring to keep a low profile, and some, tiring of this arrangement eventually leave and do not return. And so the women have become very sufficient at running their farms and lives. They rely on one another, teach and watch over each other's children of whom seven are under the age of fourteen. The women who own the three largest farms make up what could be called the village government, and they meet formerly only a few times out of the year because their lives are so entwined and everyone knows what's going on at any given moment. Some of the women have each other as partners, others are married or are divorced or widowed. They all prefer the company of their gender, which is why this village is known to lesbians throughout the country. But its distant location discourages any 'tourist' traffic, so the villagers are rarely bothered by unannounced visitors. And, because of what some might call their 'unusual practices', the villagers like it that way.

This is where Jan Pennysmith came to live and work as a writer of children's books. She had been told about the place by a woman who knew a woman who knew a woman who lived in the village, and it sounded to Jan as the perfect place for her to begin her life again after a very traumatic breakup with a partner of several years. Jan is in her mid to late thirties, an attractive woman but not 'beautiful' in the sense of glamorous. Her hair is honey-colored, her skin smooth, her body is toned, fit and lean, with an average bosom and average height. She has a lovely laugh that shows off her perfect teeth. She is smart and successful, yet for all these attributes, there has been a shyness about her, a sense that she is not worthy of good fortune. Until now. For Jan is about to be married, and no one could be happier. Jan has blossomed into a joyous person who is full of life and love and good tidings to all.

On this particular morning the knock on the door came at the usual hour of nine o'clock. Jan had been up and dressed for some time, anxious as she was to see her betrothed. And when Jan opened the door, there stood Teresa, the love of her life, dressed in shorts and T-shirt and flip-flops. Her blond hair was pulled into a pony tail, and her freckled cheeks had a rosy glow.

"Hi, you," said Jan.

"Hi back," Teresa said as she breezed by Jan to lay a book on a side table. Then she came back to Jan, stood on her tip-toes and offered a kiss that Jan accepted.

"Are you so excited that you forget to kiss me when you come in?"

"Oh, yeah." Teresa smiled coyly, then said, "I'm gonna burst. I'm gonna--I don't know!"

"I know, pumpkin! Me too! Just one more day! Come cuddle and we'll talk."

They went to the sofa where Teresa curled under Jan's sheltering embrace, her face against Jan's warm breast.

"So, this is it, darling. Your last chance to back out before we go through with it."

"I know. That's what my dad said but I said 'no way', I love Jan! And I'm gonna get married tomorrow!"

Jan hugged her closer and kissed the top of Teresa's head.

"That's right! I think your dad was just making sure, hon. It's a big decision for him, too."

Teresa had lost her mother a few years back, and, Dan, her father, had done the best he could to raise Teresa. His work in the city made parenting difficult, and, frankly, everyone could see his heart just wasn't in it after the loss of his wife. Now that Jan was on the scene and was to take over the rearing of the child and all responsibility for her well-being, the man was more than agreeable to the marriage of his only child. Of course, the women of the village had done most of the day-to-day caring for the girl. When Jan had volunteered to help with Teresa's reading skills is when a glorious love between the two began. The fact that Teresa was a child made little difference to Jan. She had never experienced such a strong bond with anyone, certainly not the departed partner or even her own parents. And if you were to ask Jan to explain her love for the girl, she would not be able to give any specific reason. But she delighted in the child's happy take on life, her infectious laugh and smile, her need for Jan's comforting touch. Often, Teresa would be on the floor reading one of Jan's children's books while Jan sat at her computer and worked on creating another book, and Jan would look away from the screen to find Teresa staring at her, sensing that Teresa had been staring for some time. They would exchange smiles, exchange a word or two of gooey love for the other before Jan resumed her typing.

The physical side of things was kept to kissing and a little fondling. Jan had insisted on refraining from anything more. First and foremost, her love for Teresa was pure, an expression from the heart, and the sexual side of things would come soon enough. and Jan was proud that she had been able to resist the girl's many charms. At nine years old, Teresa was tall enough for the top of her head to be at the height of Jan's tummy. Her arms and legs were long, her hips and butt almost nonexistent, and only the little girl's shading of her areolas and nipples could give any hint that something might eventually develop there. This observation had come once when Jan, in a routine daily check on the little girl, had opened the child's bathroom door and Teresa had just stepped from the tub.

Jan may have had the discipline to not touch the girl, saving that for their wedding night, but this did not include her masturbating daily to the fantasies running through her very creative mind. Oh my, the perverted scenes and dialog, the sense of smell and touch and taste of the child, all of it sent Jan's mind reeling as her fingers worked playfully to release her fluids.

And it was a burden for Teresa as well, this inability to touch beyond a kiss or a feel. Remember where this is occurring, a place of free love between women. Open affection is everywhere to be seen, and nothing is off limits. If someone decides not to wear any clothing that day, and this does happen from time to time, so be it. Running into a friend in the market who you have not seen in some time may result in the lifting of a skirt to place a warm kiss on your friend's pussy. It has happened. The children are prevented from any heterosexual activities, and it is common knowledge there in the village that the girls should retain their hymens until a grown woman decides to pick that fruit. So, just about anything goes in this wonderful settlement.

When Jan had first arrived it had taken her awhile to adjust to the sexual freedom that surrounded her. As a new person on the scene she had been sought out by many of the women and it took a few days for Jan to feel comfortable enough to give in to the advances of Arlene, one of the farm owners who was very wealthy and very wanton. It has been said among the women that Arlene knows just about every trick, every unusual practice to satisfy a lover, and Jan surely concurs. And it is Arlene who will be Jan's Maid of Honor for the hallowed event tomorrow. Teresa's Maid of Honor is Sandy, a lovely creature 23 years old who is wed to Liz, a 45-year-old woman. Sandy's responsibility is to see that Teresa gets a good night's sleep and to help the girl with the morning's ablutions, applying her make-up and wedding gown, all the little things that go into creating a vision. Since Sandy works in the village salon, she is the natural choice for the job.

Arlene will host tonight's dinner where the wedding party, sans little Teresa, will be in attendance. The site for this bachelorette party will be at Arlene's farm where a sprawling home of large rooms surrounds a courtyard and swimming pool. It has been the scene of many memorable events, and those who have attended have been sworn to never relate the activities to anyone outside the village. As Maid of Honor, Arlene will attend to Jan's needs before the wedding, and will make sure all runs smoothly for the nuptials to be conducted tomorrow in the large main room of her house that easily holds all of the local citizens. At this very moment several women are festooning the walls with flowered garlands in preparation. Two cooks are busy preparing the meal for this evening as well as goodies for tomorrow's reception, and a truck has delivered cases of champagne and other wines from the local store. Oh, there is a grand excitement around the house.

But let us return to Teresa and Jan who remain cozy on the sofa, Jan's hands stroking her bride-to-be's hair, smelling the fragrance of that hair and the girl's skin where a slight sheen of sweat has appeared on the nape of her neck. Jan has become wet, and her secretions are giving off their own fragrance that is making her dizzy from inhaling all of these odors and knowing that in just another day this child, including the very untapped essence deep within her unblossomed flower, will be hers to nourish and encourage to flow and do with as she likes.

Teresa has slyly slipped a hand within Jan's blouse. She has tried to get her fingers inside the bra Jan wears but without success, so she is now moving her fingers lazily over the nipple that has hardened into a large delectable source of pleasure for Jan. Once the marriage night is over, Teresa will have learned a great deal about the extraordinary size and taste of Jan's nipples and clit. But I am getting ahead of myself here. All will be revealed in due time.

"My darling Teresa,", Jan whispered. "You must go now before we do something we may regret."

"I don't want to," the little one whined.

"I know. I don't want you to go, you're so good at making me hot. You're a little vixen. But I have a lot of things to do today to be ready for you tomorrow. I'm having my hair done, not when you are there. My time with Sandy is this morning, and you see her this afternoon. Then there's, oh just a lot of running around, you know? And what about you? Sandy's going to make you into even more of an angel than you already are. So, get up, pumpkin, and let's get going."

Teresa reluctantly removed her hand from inside Jan's blouse and then got up from the sofa. Jan held her tightly and kissed the top of her head.

"I love you very much, Teresa, my angel. We will be together for the rest of our lives and I will protect you and care for you while we make a home for just us."

The child pushed her face into Jan's midsection, smelling Jan's odors, feeling the heat of her body. Jan pushed her toward the door, needing to break this off before the trickle down her thigh became a gush. She got Teresa disengaged and out the door.

"Off with you, minx," she called as Teresa ran to her bicycle. "I love you best!"

"I love you best," Teresa called back as she rode off.

The Evening Before The Event

Jan did go for her hair appointment where Sandy did her magic and made Jan look ravishing. A manicure and pedicure were provided, and, since a specialty of the salon was Brazilian waxing, Sandy said she'd do it for no charge as part of her gift to Jan. But Jan demurred as she had never shaved her bush and wished to keep it for now. Instructions were given on what to do in the morning for final touch up of the new coif, and then Jan was off to get the silver rings she'd bought for the wedding. It was a full day of going all over the village on her errands and seeing so many well-wishers that when she got home she took off her shoes and put up her feet and just had to have a glass of wine.

That evening Jan was picked up by Shirley and driven to the party at Arlene's. It was decided that Jan would most likely not be in any shape to drive at the end of the party, so a car and driver was provided. This evening's gala was to be held in a large study of Arlene's house. Luxurious Oriental rugs were on the floors, furniture of the best quality ringed the room, and a white linen covered dinner table was in its center. There will be eight guests tonight, and I will try to sketch them for you.

The honoree, I have already described.

Arlene, the host, is 50. She is tall and could lose a pound or five. She has a charming smile and flashing eyes, and wears her auburn hair pulled back. Her bust has fallen a little but is still attractive. In business dealings she is knowledgeable, experienced and firm. She is the same in her bed. She has a daughter from a previous marriage.

Catherine is 35 and she owns one of the other horse farms. She is of a small stature, has a quick wit, despises men and loves women. Her features are striking with high cheek bones, faultless skin and an hour-glass figure. There was a marriage for Catherine that dissolved and left her with a daughter and a son, ages 12 and ten respectively.

If there is a woman who could be called regal, it is Debra. She is 60 and has a head of long straight hair that has turned completely white. She is the owner of the remaining farm that borders the village. Her face is elegant in appearance with a wide mouth, long straight nose and firm chin. Her breasts are small, and, of all the women in the village, her ass may be the finest for it still remains high and firm. She is a good story teller, drinks perhaps too much, and has been known to indulge in, shall we say, more advanced schools of pleasure.

Ann is a potter. She is 30, and is Arlene's daughter. Ann has a sparkling smile and is good humored. Her features are average running to plain. Her hips are a shade wide but her bosom is full and she can boast of fine nipples. She lives over one of the barns on Arlene's property.

Liz owns the salon in the village. She is always quite fashionable in her looks and dress. She is 45 and in very good shape. Her speech can be foul in the extreme but she is a good friend, an excellent cook and has never shied away from a dare.

Sandy is 23 and wed to Liz. Sandy is the beautician in the salon, she has a terrific figure with bouncing breasts and a tight ass and a face that is lovely. Joy makes up her life for she is the happiest of all in the village. Her appetite for sex is boundless, and this makes her welcome in all the women's beds, with Liz's permission.

The remaining guest is Shirley, a 32-year-old blond who is thin and has hardly a bust at all. Her eyes are lovely, dark with long lashes, and she is known to have a tongue of considerable length and agility. Shirley was a partner of Debra at one time, and their parting was amiable.

So there is the cast for this evening's dinner. Each of them in their own fashion has contributed to the success of tomorrow's wedding festivities, and with the event coming ever nearer, they are all anxious to begin tonight's frolics.

Jan was ushered into the room where the other guests had gathered. Kisses and hugs were exchanged as champagne was poured, and then the round of toasts began.

"Jan, when you came here some months ago I didn't know if you were going to fit in," Arlene said. "But you have. You are one of our family and we are of yours, and tomorrow you gain a little wife. I can't tell you how pleased we are that Teresa will be yours at last."

"I've been pinching myself," Jan laughed.

"I'm sure you've been doing other things with your fingers," Liz said.

"Well, that too. But I want you all to know that I have resisted touching Teresa, just like I said I'd do. And it hasn't been easy."

Debra raised her glass and said, "Here's to you. Either you have great will power, or you are a bloody fool."

"Now, now," Shirley said. "Not every woman is as hungry as you, and I should know."

"You were twelve when I made love to you the first time, honey. You were almost a teenager, not a youngster of ten like Teresa."

"Oh, she's nine," Jan corrected.

"Even better," Debra said, and the others laughed.

After more joking and general talk, along with another round of champagne, Arlene then had her guests sit at the table and she and Catherine brought out the roasted lamb. The dinner was excellent, the talk spirited and fun, and more wine was consumed.

The design of this story does not permit me to give you any more than highlights of what occurred after dinner. I can hear the moaning, so settle down, please, and have patience. Dessert was a lovely success of strawberries and cream, and when it was served Ann decided she would remove her top. She wore no bra and there were comments of how her nipples resembled the strawberries before her. A lot of fondling of Ann's tits was required to make a judgment, and that caused a general disrobing as the others wished to compare their own nipples with the dessert. But it was Jan who won the contest, having a most lovely set of large and red protruding nipples. Each nipple, when suckled, will instantly swell to almost fill the lovers mouth. So, it wasn't very long before the guests had gotten up from the table and they all chose to sit in the sofas and chairs while Catherine started a movie in the VCR. Debra opened more wine and filled their glasses as the film about women with girls came on the television screen. After ten minutes no one was fully clothed, and Arlene, Ann and Sandy were completely nude. The ones who were bottomless sat unashamedly with their legs open, and all the women were touching themselves while watching the movie, including Jan who was so turned on by the sights and smells of the activity around her and the movie scenes and the wine that she had a huge orgasm. This triggered the same result in one or two others, and soon the film was forgotten as the women paired off. For the next half hour various combinations of couples, including Arlene and her daughter, Ann, were sucking and fucking each other.

Arlene was the wise one, eventually calling an end to the fun so Jan could be taken home for a good night's rest before the festive tomorrow. And it was just as well because Jan was fairly wasted from the alcohol and sex. Shirley did the honors of driving her home and she made sure she got Jan inside her house and even into bed before she left. She couldn't resist a last lick of Jan's pussy but it had no effect on the, by then, passed out bride-to-be. Shirley returned to Arlene's place for a nightcap, and perhaps another adventure should anyone be willing, but there were no takers. And so, now on to the glorious event.

The Wedding

The birds were singing and the sky was cloudless and bright with sunlight on this perfect day for a wedding. Arlene and Liz had arrived at Jan's house around noon and then transported her back to Arlene's where she was put in a bedroom to be dressed and fussed over. Jan was in a flighty mood, happy one minute, nervous and testy the next. Debra, who thinks any situation can be made better with alcohol, Debra, I say, kept pouring drams of brandy and offering them to Jan, and when Jan declined, Debra would toss off another dram without, it seems, the liquor having any effect on her. Liz spent a great deal of time on Jan's hair while Arlene made sure the gown, a marvelous white satin creation, was just so.

Meanwhile, Sandy had gone to Teresa's house where Dan had said his last goodbyes to his daughter. It was a tearful farewell for his little girl who was going off to finish her childhood and begin her womanhood as a wedded partner. Sandy brought Teresa to Arlene's and ensconced her in a bedroom far from that of her intended. Shirley served as assistant to Sandy, and the two of them washed the girl from head to toe, paying much attention to every little detail of the girl's body. Teresa was in a playful mood, giggling at all the primping, even teasing the two adults with lascivious poses and flirtatious glances.

In the main room where the walls were decorated with ribbons, and baskets of flowers were everywhere, people from the village were arriving. All were women, some with their children, and since the chance to dress in their finery was rare, all the women were decked out in their Sunday best, including hats of brightly colored silk and gauze. It wasn't the entire population of the village because there were two or three couples who, for some reason, did not approve of this event. Some others were away or had said they'd come but didn't. The minister was a rotund woman in her fifties who had started a village chapel years ago after declaring that she was an ordained deacon and wished to serve the spiritual needs of the citizens. Her purple robes did nothing to make her appear slimmer, but the bouquet she wore on her shoulder was very attractive. A young woman was singing a cappella, a gushy love song that cried out for better talent, but which touched the assembled, nevertheless.

Arlene and Jan made their appearance to whispers that changed to happy applause. Jan was a queen in white satin, a halo of pink roses was on her head and a lacy veil covered her face. She wore a choker necklace of pearls, white hose, and her shoes were white heels with straps. Arlene wore a two-piece off-white suit with a matching pill-box hat, and this is what all the brides maids were wearing. Their high heels were of the same shade. And we saw all this when the hall doors opened and Sandy entered the room, smiling and strewing rose petals before her. She was followed by Debra, who would be giving Teresa away, and the little child, herself, grinning from behind her veil and wearing a similar gown as her wife-to-be. Oh, it was a stunning vision as they proceeded toward the waiting Jan and Arlene and the minister. Catherine, Ann, Liz and Shirley all carried rose bouquets and the group arrived to stand before the smiling deacon.

It was then that Sandy and Arlene simultaneously removed the lower parts of the gowns that the two brides were wearing, dropping them to the floor as the crowd gasped then clapped in appreciation. The rest of the wedding party each dropped and stepped out of their lower skirts so that all were nude from the waist down except for their hosiery. Such beauty to behold! And little Teresa was sensational! Her legs were as thin as two reeds, her ass a little handful of delight when her pose allowed one to glimpse it, and the hairless clam shell that nestled between her thighs was divine. It had a soft glow from where Sandy and Shirley had lovingly used makeup to highlight its charms, and what was that on the little slit? Yes, they must have used lipstick there! How clever of them, for Teresa looked delicious and delectable. As did all the wedding party. Those women who still retained a bush and those who were shaved, all of them had dusted their vulvas with gold glitter! But, wait, no, Jan's trimmed bush had silver glitter befitting the bride's role, and also on view nestled between her full cunt lips was her clit. Even when it was asleep, Jan's clit, she called it Sue, was on view. Jan had been careful when applying the glitter to keep it well away from the delicate folds of her hood. Well, the crowd was enchanted with the entire group, including the minister who had folded back her robes to reveal her nudity underneath, perhaps not as enticing a vision as the others but in keeping with the moment. Teresa had stepped back a little for a better inspection of Jan's celestial ass, her interest noted by Catherine and Sandy who exchanged approving glances.

Arlene produced the rings and the official business began. The usual vows to cherish and protect had been amended in certain areas to include some provisions that, being heard in any other religious gathering, might give pause. However, the ceremony was a wonderful success. Having pulled back their veils, the smiling bride kissed the giggling bride, the bridesmaids kissed and hugged as did most of the witnesses, and the soprano warbled as the procession left the room to catch their breath before the reception started.

"My darling bride," Jan said, having picked up Teresa who had her gangly legs wrapped around Jan's middle. They kissed and let their tongues roam inside their mouths.

"That was fun!"

"Yes, pumpkin! You're my little wife now and all we will do is have fun, right?"

The little one laughed and nodded and licked Jan's cheek. Jan held her bride up with both hands under the child's ass, her fingertips pressing into the girl's hot perineum. Jan's own perineum thrilled at the sensation and, to avoid a too early orgasm, she immediately set Teresa down. 'Save it', she thought. 'I'll need all my juices later on.' But she did smell her fingers, inhaling deeply as a little shudder ran down her spine.

Ann hugged the two brides and then, after more fussing with each others veils and more kissing, Ann steered them back into the large room and to a spot where they could greet their well-wishers. More kisses and hugs, even a playful touch or three or more, as the guests paraded by. A side table is where the gifts were placed, some of dubious taste, but more on that later. Music filled the room and soon there was a lot of dancing as drinks were poured and food brought from the kitchen. Jan and Teresa chatted with the women, mostly Jan, as Teresa had wandered off to talk with Catherine's 12-year-old daughter, Gracie, and to show off her wedding gown and ring. Gracie was kneeling on one knee and examining Teresa's sparkling vulva, perhaps getting ideas about bejeweling her own anatomy.

The cake was brought out, nothing more than a sheet cake which brought some criticism from the guests. But the first piece was cut and the two honorees shared it for the flashing cameras. Wine and cake for all, and then Jan took Teresa to the middle of the floor, had her take off her grown up heels and stand on Jan's feet as the older bride waltzed the younger one around the room to many cheers. 'What a lovely couple they make!' was the general opinion of all. After a while, most of the guests had gone, and the wedding party was settling into the large and comfortable chairs and sofas in the room. Liz and Shirley brought the gifts over to Jan who had Teresa sit by her so they could both open their surprises. Besides the usual house appliance, in this case a coffee maker, there were some other appliances, such as a set of vibrators of different sizes, a remote controlled vaginal egg 'assured to heat a woman's libido', matching large and small butt plugs, six or seven sex DVD's, and many bottles of lotion and oil. There were two dolls for Teresa, and CD's and DVD's of Hanna Montana, and a very small bikini. Teresa immediately sat on the carpet to examine her new dolls. It must have been Arlene who, following some party custom, had quietly brought out sheets and spread them on the sofas and carpet. The other women, now in various states of undress, had drifted to the nearby sofas and some were talking, three couples were into caressing and kissing, and the soprano, whose name was Patricia, had removed her dress to reveal a lovely young body, and she was in a corner in a deep conversation with Catherine. Her daughter, Gracie, waited impatiently nearby.

"I'm not so sure about that little butt plug," Debra said, handing a glass of wine to Jan.

"I know," Jan smiled. "But she'll grow into it, so to speak. What a wonderful time this has been, Deb. Thanks for your help."

"We don't get that many weddings around here. It was great fun. Tiring but fun."

"I'm getting out of this," Jan said as she unzipped the back of her satin top and dropped it at her feet. "It's been digging into me all afternoon." She massaged under her tear-drop breasts as Debra sat down next to her.

"It's your wedding day and I shouldn't be doing this," Debra said, slowly running her finger under the curve of Jan's breast and up to the now extended nipple, watching it swell and become a darker shade of coral. "But I can't help myself." She flipped her finger against the nipple before removing her hand, exhaling a long sigh.

"That felt good," Jan said, kissing Debra's cheek, then glancing around the room as she removed her heels and thigh-highs. Except for the pearl choker and the silver dusting above her twat, she was completely nude. "From the looks of things, the party's winding down or just getting started."

"Arlene has a room set up for you and Teresa, your wedding night and all, if you care to use it."

Jan was looking at Teresa who was lying down with her dolls. "Isn't she gorgeous?"

"You are most fortunate," Debra said. She then took off her suit top and hose and stretched. "It does feel good to get out of that. But the tyke's had a long day, and you two haven't been properly introduced yet as wife and wife, if you get my drift."

"And I don't have to fight it anymore, do I?"

With that, Jan rose and walked to Teresa where she stood over the smiling child and beckoned the girl to stand up. When Teresa got up Jan held her at arm's length and said, "Darling, look at me, look at all of me. This is my gift to you and I hope you will come to love it and adore it as I will surely love every succulent inch of your body."

Teresa stared in wonder at Jan's lithe body, especially her crotch and her breasts.

Debra approached, saying "Little one, you have much to learn from your wife. Pay attention to all that she will teach you for the sake of her pleasure as well as your own. Go ahead, your dying to explore her, aren't you."

The older woman knelt down next to Teresa and whispered, "Touch her cunny, sweetheart, it belongs to you now. That's right...gently...open the petals...good girl."

Jan had widened her stance and rolled her hips up as Teresa, wide-eyed, played with the bulging labia, tugging and feeling along the slippery crack. Sue, Jan's clit, was now awakening from its slumber, pushing out just a bit, and the little girl's jaw dropped.

"That's her clit," Debra explained. "It may be the best of all of us, so you're very lucky. Treat it with respect and play with it and love it and I promise you Jan will be very happy."

Jan had her head back and eyes closed, a serene smile on her face. From the smell wafting up from her pussy it was apparent to Debra that things might be progressing too quickly. She put a hand on Jan's hip and turned her.

"Alright, let's slow down a bit, shall we? Teresa, what is before you now is one of the finest, most exquisite, firmest, sexiest asses I have ever fucked, pardon my words."

The woman could not resist fondling a cheek. Indeed, Jan could boast of a marvelous butt; flawless skin, tight and round buttocks with a deep crack between. Debra asked her to bend over and when she did Debra used both hands to open the delectable ass and reveal the rust-colored vertical hole nestled deep within.

"And there, little one, is another very important hole that should be attended to often. I bet you thought it was just for something else, didn't you? There are so many new things for you to learn. Would you like to kiss it?"

The child smiled shyly, then looked back at her wife's waiting anus, not really understanding Debra's question. Jan was now spreading her buttocks with both hands.

"Ordinarily, I'd show you how. God knows I'm dripping all over the place and would love to get in there with my tongue but it's not for me, it's all for you."

Teresa leaned forward, her eyes studying the ass hole as her lips pursed.

Debra, excited now, said, "Just a second. Smell, Teresa, breathe in that smell. It's not bad like poo. It's got its own smell of lust that you will get to know and like because that smell can quickly flip your switches. You'll find out. And if you kiss the hole first you take it away and don't get to smell it.

Teresa sniffed several times, inhaling deeply. Then she leaned in and planted a long kiss between Jan's cheeks which brought a low moan from the bending woman.

"Oh, that was spectacular! Just first rate! What do you think?"

Teresa put a finger in her mouth and she giggled. "It's funny."

Debra hugged her and said, "Yes, and it's a lot of things you'll get used to and love, trust me. Why don't you stick your finger in there? Go ahead, you've got it all wet and nice. Be a good girl and slide your finger in as far as it will go."

The older bride bent lower and spread her cheeks wider as her bride reached out tentatively to place her fingertip against the beckoning crease, and when Teresa touched it the hole seemed to pull her finger in, it slipped in so easily. She grinned and giggled and moved her finger in as far as it would go and then out as the hot anal ring clamped and opened with each thrust.

"That feels funny," the girl laughed.

"I bet it does," Arlene said as she brought the child's hand to her mouth and licked the finger that carried a pungent and pleasant taste. When Teresa frowned at this, Debra grinned at her.

"Too good to waste."

Jan turned around and held out her arms. Teresa hugged her wife tightly, her cheek pressed into Jan's middle. Jan released Teresa, motioning her down onto the sheet where the girl lay open and waiting. Jan began to remove her top while Debra worked on getting the little girl's hose off. Soon, the girl was stretched out nude. Her little brown nipples begged to be kissed, so Jan visited each jelly bean with a long and slow washing with her lips and tongue. The fragrance of the girl's skin was intoxicating and Jan's mouth and nose roamed all over Teresa's chest and shoulders, into her armpits which made Teresa laugh, then down to her belly button where Jan extended her tongue and gently fucked the 'inny', bringing out more laughter.

Jan lay alongside her little wife so that she could hold a breast to Teresa's opened mouth. The girl explored the firm tit with her lips until she latched onto the nipple and began to suck. Her eyes closed and a look of contentment crossed her face. Jan, hopelessly in love now, reveled in her pleasure as she gazed down on the little girl, moving the strands of hair from her brow and continuing to feed her tit to the greedy mouth. She offered her other breast and Teresa took it, then after another few minutes, Jan knelt between the girl's legs, spreading them wide so she could study the little puss before her.

By now the two on the floor had been quietly surrounded by the other women who sat or lay together on the sheets and closely observed the romance before them. Debra and Liz were behind the kneeling Jan and, because of their view of Jan's open and wet cunt and asshole, the two women were rapturously fingering one another.

Teresa's vulva was little more than two flattened lips and a crevice, but it was a national treasure to Jan's thinking. Such delicate skin, folds that would enlarge with time and promise great love in the future. But now was what concerned Jan. Now was what she'd resisted for so long, and was, at last, to be hers. Propped on her elbows, the woman stroked her darling's thighs, letting her fingertips trail over the warm skin, lazily exploring the tummy, then down again to the inner thighs, and, at last, to the sweet little vagina, its lips having begun to slowly peel apart. How sweet! How utterly darling! And, yes, there was even an odor! Faint, yes, but definitely having the hint of rich girl cream. Jan tenderly spread the labia, exposing the small pink and moist interior. She could smell a little more of the odor now that it could escape. She looked over Teresa's mound to the girl's face that stared blankly back at her. Jan's eyes stayed locked on Teresa's as she lowered her opened mouth to gently engulf the girl's tight vulva. Teresa gasped, her eyes huge, and Jan thrilled to her lover's response. After holding the preteen's sex in her warm mouth for a long moment or so, Jan then began a slow lapping of her tongue around the outer lips, staying far away from where the tiny clit, still not found, should be.

And now that I've mentioned it, I should point out that Jan's extraordinary clit, Sue, was fully awake and aroused, a large protrusion under Jan, and a long thin strand of silvery cream hung and danced from her yawning cunt to where it puddled on the sheet below. The sight was causing Liz and Debra to gush their own fluids. The other women, especially Patricia and the twelve-year-old Gracie, were hot as well, and were all fingering and fondling each other. But, I've digressed.

After many moments of tonguing Teresa's sex, Jan rolled the girl's thighs up so that her knees were near her face, thus revealing the teeny tiny pink opening that lay beneath the vagina. How adorable and precious! Jan gazed on all the wonders of this bottom and thanked any god that had given her these gifts. Then she used her lips and tongue to give butterfly kisses all over the little cheeks and thighs and then one open mouth that closed softly over the anus and held there for some time. Teresa bucked her hips once or twice, moaned often as Jan gently stabbed and prodded the hole with her tongue. She could hear a gasp or two from the nearby women, sometimes a cry of joyful lust, but her attention was for her little lover and she continued to concentrate on this. Soon, her position became uncomfortable and she sat up and looked upon the saintly face of her wife. Teresa, in a daze and breathing heavily, tried to smile but seemed too overcome to do even that. Jan was woozy herself, but not so much that she needed to stop her activities. No, she'd waited too long for these moments. She stroked the girl's pussy, licked her nipples, kissed her mouth and ran her tongue inside. Then she looked at the women gathered around her, smiled at them as if to say this was right and true and meant to be. Jan returned her attention to Teresa, got between the child's spread thighs and began to finger the little cunt, coaxing an opening that really wasn't there. Then, her finger found the tissue that was a seal within the hot folds.

"I love you with all my heart, my darling," Jan said with deep emotion as her finger pushed through.

Teresa's body jumped and Jan held her down, whispering to her that the feeling would soon subside, to be a brave wife, a good wife. Jan bent down to lick away any blood there might be, and she searched out what might be the girl's clit and she tickled that tiny nubbin for several minutes. That did the trick as Teresa relaxed and opened her legs wider and her pussy became wet. How wonderful! Jan continued, not thinking it possible that a nine-year-old could orgasm. She had been maybe eleven when she'd first popped her cork, but still, she was witnessing several indications that Teresa was about to come in some manner or other.

And it happened. Teresa's thighs clamped tightly around Jan's ears and she bucked once or twice, crying out as she grabbed Jan's head. Jan rode out the storm, keeping her mouth securely over the watering pussy. It did not taste like piss, so it must have been some secretion her wife had pumped out in one small burst. To Jan's experience, it did not taste like girl cream, but maybe it was something like the pre-cum that men have. Nevertheless, Jan was in heaven. She had given her wife pleasure, enough to make the little girl discover what wonders could be found between one's thighs.

The room reeked of sex and sweat and God knows what else. The sounds of fingers squishing in vaginas, the moans and gasps from the loving women were heard by Jan, and now she couldn't wait any longer. She simply had to use Sue. She coaxed Teresa into getting on her knees with her chest down against the sheet as Jan got in behind her. There was no way Sue could penetrate anything as tiny as the anus before her, which was possibly only a fraction of the size of the assholes Sue had speared among the women present, but if Teresa's thighs were closed together as she knelt, it would make a wonderful tight and hot sheath for Sue to slip into. Yes, there it was. Jan had managed it well, Sue was slipping easily in and out of this narrow pocket made from a pussy and ass and two thighs. Jan felt her cream stirring, her cunt was on fire and any second it would erupt . She made two or three passes of her enlarged clit, then quickly had Teresa turn over. Jan scrambled over the child's angelic face, held the jaw open and she squatted, lowering and settling her open pussy over Teresa's mouth and nose and cheeks. It was then that Jan threw her head back and cried out in her fury and ecstasy. She was gushing. Her hips snapped as she dragged and pushed into the mouth of the struggling child. Once, twice, three or four lunges. Sandy and Arlene pulled her off the crying Teresa who was then being attended to by Debra and one or two others. The girl was sputtering and gasping for breath. Her face wore an absolute shining and gobby mask of Jan's thick cream that dripped from her nose and lips. Debra could not resist licking the come from the little one's cheeks, and this made Liz comment on what a pervert Debra was, but then she also leaned in and lapped up some of that nectar. Jan was kneeling nearby, a quivering wreck that was still humping and squirting, and her words made no sense at all. The women stared at their friend, amazed and very envious of the stupendous orgasm they had just witnessed.

Then the older wife saw Teresa, saw her anguished appearance.

"Oh, pumpkin!"

Jan moved quickly to hug Teresa in her arms, kissing the girl's face and tasting the remnants of her orgasm.

"I'm so sorry, my darling! I didn't mean to hurt you! I just got so carried away, I had to come or I'd go crazy! I did go crazy. I'm so sorry! Are you OK?"

"Yes, but I couldn't catch my breath," Teresa said. She was still flustered from what had happened, and she didn't know if she'd done something wrong or if she'd hurt Jan.

"Well, we both have to learn about each other, don't we. Yes, pumpkin, we do. Oh, you're such a good little girl and we're going to have so much fun doing all of this all over again. Won't that be great?"

The little wife looked at Jan and her face tightened into a sobbing mess.

"Oh, no! It won't be bad, darling. No, no no! I'll be gentle when we make love, you'll see!"

There had been some laughter from the others when they'd seen the fear on Teresa's face. But, it was clear that the day's adventures were at an end, so the women began folding up the sheets and clearing the glasses from the room. Jan and Teresa found their garments and dressed, and Shirley drove them to Jan's house where they would make a home for themselves to live in love and peace.

Catherine and Gracie were the last to leave. Driving to her home, Catherine thought about the fun she'd had this day, and she wondered if there would be any more marriages in the village. That's when she looked across to her daughter and thought, 'Patricia says she wants to fuck Gracie. But I won't let that happen unless I'm there for a threesome first. Patricia and Gracie. That could lead into marriage, who knows?'

Until Next Time