Sybil and Sadie

by Holley

Somehow or another this one seems to have got out of sequence so I hope it doesn't spoil your reading of it. It's the story of me meeting with Sybil when I wasn't feeling to well but she soon fixed that and then as I go to leave I meet her mother. Oh dear, what a surprise!

I hadn't enjoyed lying in bed one bit especially after Anne and Sybil had left and even more so after my mother had sponged me down including places where she really shouldn't have. I'd nodded off again for a while but lying in bed was such a bore and I went downstairs dressed in the nightie I'd worn for the girls. Ah, the girls, what a fuck they'd given me, fierce at times and then gentle just holding me on the brink and then Sybil with her mouth on my pussy until she'd licked me to a super orgasm.

Mum had offered me dinner but I just couldn't fancy anything at all, I just had tea and sat in front of the TV. I did make an awful mistake though, leaving the nightie on that I'd worn with the girls and which had accumulated a little aroma, the aroma of love and the juices that love produces. I thought I caught mum sniffing, sort of secretly, and being a woman of course she well realised that it was my 'cum' she could smell. But the evening went fine although I suspect that mum had later when she went to bed she'd played with her pussy imagining what had happened to me earlier that day. Poor woman, it must have been quite a while since another woman had taken her to bed and dad, that nasty bugger, he probably hadn't fucked her in ages.

This morning I got out of bed and jumped straight in the shower telling myself that I wasn't staying in for one more day, I was off out, didn't know where but anywhere that wasn't here would do. You can imagine that I didn't have an awful lot of choices, the public transport dictated where I could go and because I wasn't really feeling 'in the pink' I didn't think I was brave enough to go too far. So, the local shopping centre seemed to be my only choice. In the past I'd met Anne and her sister Marian, and through them their mother, at the pool but feeling like I did there was no chance of me going to the pool today. I just had to sigh and accept that it was either the shopping centre or else stay home and home didn't even rate.

Mum was a bit irate especially after she'd molly coddled me quite a bit during the remainder of yesterday but as I explained to her staying home will drive me crazy. I'd got dressed in shorts today, unusual for me; I do prefer skirts or dresses but perhaps I was being difficult with myself. Anyway, the shorts were quite tight and as far as I could tell from looking in the wing mirrors in my bedroom they looked quite good. I thought about wearing something underneath them, perhaps a pair of panty hose but decided against it. Wearing clothes of any kind had been a “too hot” idea and wearing something as fine as nylon too had not been an attractive idea to me at all. So shorts it would be but I had to change my mind before I went out, off came the tight shorts to be replaced by a pair of cotton shorts with wider legs, much softer and more room to move in them.

Fortunately it's not too far to the bus stop and it's not much of a journey to the shopping centre and I was in the air-conditioned comfort of the centre within minutes. Strolling through the door where you're met with a wall of cool air that makes you feel better instantly. There's a fruit shop and a café near the door but the café is not one that I use, I walked perhaps fifty yards and then up the escalators to my favourite place. It's usual that I sit near the back away from the door where passers by can't see you but as I walked in through the open door I spotted Sybil or rather Sybil spotted me and called me over.

She looked very nice, in a dress today which was a wise choice considering the temperature. She was part way through a milk shake, something I haven't had for quite a while, and I decided I'd have one too. Hers was strawberry flavoured but I had a banana flavour. The café owner had made the milk shake to perfection and when I put it to my mouth Sybil chuckled as it had left a rim of froth around my mouth. Leaning forward she'd admitted to wanting to either lick the froth off my lips or else, and much nicer in her opinion, she'd prefer to kiss it off. Sick or not sick, that had aroused my desires because she'd dispensed with her straw and was sipping directly out of the glass. The consequence of that was that then we'd both had a frothy mouth. As I sat back to look at her I had to admit that I really hadn't looked too closely at her before, Anne had occupied my attention, but looking now, I thought she could be of a similar background to a couple of my other friends who had a 'latin' background, you know the kind, either Italian or Spanish blood somewhere in them.

She's got lovely dark eyes and olive skin and don't ask me what made me think it but immediately I thought of her being over me yesterday as I sucked her delightful pussy as Anne had looked on. I hadn't particularly noticed whether she had olive skin 'down there', I'd been far too busy sucking and licking her with my eyes closed as I usually do when I'm giving someone oral sex. The only occasions I could recall when I'd had my eyes fully open had been when I'd been with one of the older women I know, I'd wanted to examine every detail of their older pussies before they were covered in their ladies 'cream'.

Sybil's pussy though had smelled and tasted so different that I'd probably had my eyes closed in the same way we close our eyes as we kiss someone, in my case of course, that's a female of some age or another. I must have been smiling with a distant look on my face because Sybil said, “I know what you're thinking”. I blushed, I could feel the colour rushing to my cheeks, but I said, “I don't think so”. “You're thinking about yesterday aren't you” and she was so right, I'd been thinking about her being directly over me as I closed my eyes and moved my lips to her pretty little pussy so I could lick her from her arsehole to her clit. I must have had my eyes open for at least part of the time other wise how would I have known her pussy was pretty? When I realised she'd caught me thinking about how she'd 'cum' on me my blushes must have been even worse.

The shopping centre is built in a funny style, there's an outdoor garden in the centre of the buildings and it's quite nice in there, except when it's particularly hot, because there's no breeze. Sybil had taken my hand and led me outside to a corner where there was no sunlight so it was quite dark. As she'd led the way her hand had kept brushing against her little dress or the skirt of the dress and it had moved in a way that kept showing me more of her legs than was reasonably safe in view of the place we were in. Sitting me down in the shadow she kept her hold on my hand and moving even closer to me she'd said in a very quiet voice that she'd been as jealous as anything being with Anne and me, she'd wanted me to herself even if only once. She'd formed this picture in her mind's eye of me stretched out in front of her stark naked pleading with her to eat my pussy.

As we'd been speaking, taking advantage of the shadow we were in, she'd moved her hand, still holding mine, close to the top of my leg and she'd leaned closer to ask me if I wanted her to fuck me. I was a bit startled by the question but without too much thought I'd had to admit that she'd hit the nail right on the head, I wanted her. No, I didn't want her; I wanted her to want me. The desire had been growing in me since the first time I'd met her with Anne but because Anne had such a strong personality, she'd always been the dominant person. Now it was different though, Anne wasn't here and I was under the spell of this little girl, she'd started to exert her authority in a very quiet way but I could still feel it having it's influence over me.

“My mother's not home”, she'd said, “we can go to my place for a while if you like”. Did I like? You bet I liked the idea but she said we'll have a walk around here for a while first. Everywhere we walked it seemed as though I was a magnet, her thigh or her hand brushed against me stirring my sexual juices until I was practically at orgasm. But she wasn't deterred we kept on walking with occasionally a kiss as perhaps we'd stood in front of a shop window that was sheltered from public view and with something nice that she said she'd like to see me in. The something that she'd like to see me in usually was either short, tight or had lots of lace on it, it would have made me look like a bride on her wedding night. Now if anything had been needed to get me really horny that had been it, being her bride dressed like that and having her undress me ready to lose my virginity to her.

I'd said “please Sybil, take me to your place, I can't wait any longer.” “Longer for what” she'd asked with a little twinkle in her eye. Looking around to make sure it was quiet where we were I took her hand and pushed it up my shorts right to my panties and held it there making sure she could feel the hot moisture waiting for her touch. 'Take me please' and she'd pushed her little finger inside my panties to clear some of the moisture from me. Her finger had ended in her mouth as she'd said “oh my, how tasty” but it had stirred her to move me towards the bus stop and on the way to her house.

All the way home she'd had her hand almost inside my shorts and it was only because I'd held her hand that I suspected that it hadn't ended up inside me anyway. Leaving the bus we only had a little way to walk to her house and whilst I was desperate to hold her hand I desisted, it may have caused trouble if anyone had seen us. Opening the door she'd led me inside to the kitchen where she started to pour out two glasses of soft drink. I didn't want her damned soft drink, I wanted her to kiss me at the very least and even that would only satisfy me temporarily. My breasts were seemingly pushing their way out of my top or was it just that my nipples were now so prominent that it just appeared that way. Leaning back against the kitchen sink she had a smirk on her face; it wasn't a smile, no definitely a smirk. She knew right there and then that she was going to have what she wanted and if she held out for much longer I'd be on my knees begging her for it.

At last the little bitch, wouldn't dare call her that to her face, called me over to her and like a little sheep dog I did as I was told. “Hold me”, she'd said, put your breasts against me, press them harder, move them against me, now put your leg between mine, push it against my pussy, now you can kiss me. All kinds of emotions were boiling up inside me and there was something rather nice boiling up inside my pussy too. My lips met hers, were swallowed by hers and then her delightful little tongue wandered along my lips spreading her saliva to the far corners of my mouth. As the kiss ended her hand had gone inside my shorts to tease my pussy and tease it she did, oh so nicely and her smile or smirk which ever it was grew wider as I tried to push my soaking wet pussy against her fingers.

The teasing wasn't over though, she moved away from me and when I went to grab her again she gave me a little smack on my face. Didn't hurt, just startled me but it let me know that whatever happened today would happen because she said it would happen and not before. “Take your tits out”, she'd said and like the damned silly 'cunt' struck fool that I am I took them out, firstly still inside my bra and then when she frowned at me in obvious annoyance I took them out completely. That seemed to have stirred her interest and she moved close to me and as she'd lifted her hand I'd held my breath in anticipation of her holding or fondling one or both of them. Her fingertip had circled around my left nipple moving slower than was fair; I wanted it to move quicker and not only quicker but I wanted it wet with her saliva. Fortunately it hadn't lasted long before her lips were on to me sucking gently but holding me firmly with her teeth stretching me out and then easing the stretch but all the time together with the pain of the stretch there had been the absolute pleasure of having it in her mouth.

She'd turned to reach for something across the table and as she'd stretched out the skirt of her dress had ridden up and exposed her panties. Oh how wonderful, pretty little flowers on them and tight, I could see where the elastic was gripping her little bottom, I'd wanted to kiss away the pain that I imagined she was feeling from them but whether the stretch had been done solely for my pleasure I don't know.

She'd turned and immediately told me to get undressed. Why? She knew she could undress me herself but I started to do as ordered until she told me to slow down. I took ages to unfasten my blouse completely and then to shed my bra when she stopped me and let me stand there for a minute or two while she examined my tits quite critically. Continue she'd said and I finished off the top until I was naked and then I went to push down the shorts but again she stopped me and stepping closer she'd lowered my shorts herself. Just as I thought she'd said, panties flooded with pussy juice you slut and what could I have said, obviously the evidence was there that even if I hadn't 'cum' already it would not take too much to finish me off. That hadn't been her desire though, she'd left me there in my panties until she turned and said “well?” I knew what she wanted, I was to make it to her side and offer myself to her. I had no trouble in doing that and begged her to, in very impolite words, fuck me.

It had all been so slow; first the panties had come off, but slowly. Then she'd kissed me on the pussy, but oh so lightly almost as though she hadn't really wanted to and then her finger had entered me making me shudder so that I'd thrust my pussy even further onto her finger. Her finger had explored all around my pussy lips tracing their way down from the top and then up the other side until as she put them back on me they'd brought a little shiver from me. The torment was awful but lovely, how could it be both? But it was and whilst one part of me wanted more pressure and more speed around me the other part of me was so excited by the perpetual teasing that it wanted it to go on forever. As she entertained herself my hips kept thrusting themselves forward and looking down at her face I could see just how much pleasure she was getting just from my condition. She'd stood and moving close to me so that my breasts were pressed against her she'd asked me what I wanted and all I could say had been “oh please Sybil, fuck me.”

She hadn't started on me straight away; she was obviously getting a great deal of pleasure out of seeing me standing there naked and although it was a perverse pleasure so was I. It was almost as though she could see straight through me and if she could she would have seen my pressure boiler building up pressure ready to 'cum' but not in a nice lady like way. I'd look like a fire hose as I squirted straight at her. Eventually, now that she'd turned me into a gibbering wreck she came to me and, putting her arms around me she'd kissed me and told me that I was now her slut. Just at that moment I couldn't have disagreed with her. I was led to the sofa in the sitting room and was put where she wanted me which was with my back propped up with cushions whilst she knelt in front of me almost as though in prayer but there was no praying about it as her soft lips descended on me and that first touch, just so fairy like, almost had me there. But the little tease, she removed her lips from my pussy and wiped them on her hand and then whilst I watched she sucked her hand clean. Fuck me, I was almost at the end of my tether and my hand had made its way towards my pussy where I'd intended to masturbate until I got my relief. Think again Holley, she moved my hand away and now, finally; she went down on me softly, sweetly until I did, yes I was so disgusting, I let out a moan or at least I think I did and jammed my fingers inside my pussy to join forces with her tongue.

Oh dear, oh dear I was so exhausted, partly by the build up she'd put me through and partly from the way I usually 'cum' but her tongue hadn't finished with me. It had kept moving along and around and up and down my pussy whilst her free hand was playing with my arsehole and again I showered her with my nectar. She'd realised that I couldn't take any more and grasping my wrist she'd led me to the shower and left me to my own devices for a little while.

When I reported back to her she told me that I'd been perfect but the perfection had been her and the way she'd held me back until I was ready to masturbate in front of her. We were sat at the kitchen table when she'd surprised me by asking if I had any old smaller panties at home, not really old ones, just panties that I'd had for a while and that were too small for me. She didn't want silly little girl cotton ones; she wanted nice panties of the kind that I was wearing now. I promised to look through my drawers and find some smaller ones that would almost certainly fit her and Anne and the promise that I could help them put them on certainly inspired me to search diligently when I got home.

It was almost time to go, not that I really wanted to, I'd recovered somewhat from earlier and if she'd pressed me for another fuck I'd have willingly submitted to her. However, my mother would be worried about how long I'd been out of the house with me still not having recovered from whatever it was that had struck me down. In preparation for leaving I'd gone to the bathroom and made sure that I fixed myself up, lipstick neat and tidy, blouse with every button fastened, panties sat firmly on my bottom. I was OK but as Sybil escorted me towards the door it had opened and oh fuck I nearly fainted with surprise. Remember the lady Sadie I'd met at Cecilia's house some days ago? Well it was she.

I was so damned flustered that I nearly dropped my bag with all my girly things in it but she recovered before I did and I was ushered back into the house. I'd expected a bit of a tongue lashing from her but she'd sent Sybil on an errand to a neighbour's house and sat me down and begged me not to mention what had happened at Cecilia's house the other day when I'd practically put my breasts in her face and then kissed her knowing full well that I'd made her horny. She'd also spoken to Cecilia about me. Did I have another lady interested in me? It seemed as though I did judging from the lustful look on her face when she'd met me previously and the pleading look she was giving me now. Pushing my luck, and still very horny from Sybil's treatment of me, I leaned forward to kiss her and touch her breast, she enjoyed it and so did I especially when the tips of our tongues met in the middle of the space between us.

When Sybil returned from the neighbour's house we had returned to normal. We were sat back with no hint of our tongues having clashed whilst she'd been out. It looked more as though Sadie had been questioning me about my association with her, which, you understand was quite normal considering that there is a few years between us. When Sybil came back in the house all she'd heard had been a conversation about teaching her something about netball, a sport about which I know quite a bit. To all intents and purposes it had looked to Sybil that everything was under control but little did she realise that her mother and I had almost got to the stage of me fondling her. There was definitely a loose arrangement to meet one day soon. Perhaps we'd arrange to meet at aunt Cecilia's place and go on from there. As I'd gone to leave Sadie had offered me a lift home telling Sybil to make a start on dinner. We'd kissed and I'd touched her breasts, nothing more, just enough to arouse her interest in me.

I must find out more about Sadie from my aunt Cecilia!