DISCLAIMERS:
This story is a work of fiction; any apparent resemblance between the characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and unintentional.
Do not read this story if you are under the age of 18 or if explicit sexual fiction is illegal in your jurisdiction.
WARNING: If lesbian sex upset you - find something else to read. Some of my stories are/will be way, way over the top.
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Story 1. "Initiating Her Pets"
Story 2. "Lost Inside Lisa's Twat"
This is story 3 (dedicated to the girls up in Darwin :-P).
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LESBIAN DAY AT THE BEACH
Teacher and student lovers' discovery at the beach
"Let's take a holiday this weekend and go to the beach!" Monica declared. Candice, the little vamp that she was, jumped into Monica's arms with her feet wrapped around her waist in glee.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" the diminutive girl exclaimed, and locked the woman in an intimate embrace. Their tongues intertwined as Monica grasp the suspended girl's ass holding her close to her.
In Darwin, Australia, lesbians were not totally uncommon, and it wasn't easy to find one's soul mate with just the internet or personal websites. Nevertheless, Monica was Candice's lover; She was not her mother or sister, or a friend of the family. Monica was Candice's teacher. Candice had always had a crush on Monica since her 7th year in primary school. Monica had just started teaching that year at 22 and the two had hit it off together ever since. Monica transferred to secondary school at the same time the girl graduated. Although Candice made plain her love and admiration for her teacher, Monica refused the girl's advances until her 18th birthday.
Monica, at 26, had dark hair cut attractively above her shoulders. She had blue eyes and athletic figure. Breasts were Candice's favorite part of her 5'10" lover's body as she often times stroked, kissed, tongued, rubbed, and slept holding and nursing Monica's large, pert tits. The girl especially loved her thick, turgid nipples and would play-suck her woman's flesh for hours at a time hoping one day to gain some nourishment.
Candice was 5'4", impish compared to her lover. At 18, she still easily passed for younger as her bleach blonde, brown eyes and pale skin with light freckles portrayed a youthful appearance. She was physically mature for her age, and pursued by many in school, but she had decided at a tender young age that Monica was the one she wanted to be with all her life.
It was probably Candice's want for a mother figure that coaxed her thinking toward girl-love. Abandoned by their father, the girl's mother, Emily, raised her fleetingly. Her mom really didn't want a child, but felt having Candice in her home was better than what the local orphanages offered. So she housed and feed the girl, but that was about all. Monica realized this earlier and understood why Candice latched onto her when she was so young. The teacher despised the girl's mother for her indifference in her daughter life.
On Candice's 18th birthday, a Friday, Emily didn't come home after work as she so often stayed out with her friends at the local taverns. She had forgotten many of the girl's birthdays in the past so this day was no different. When Emily did came home this night, she'd heard a moaning coming from upstairs and followed a line of discarded clothing on the stairs and in the hallway leading to Candice's bedroom.
The sounds were not her daughter's but that of someone else. She slowly opened the girl's bedroom door and was shocked at the sexual display in front of her: Candice was naked, with her back to the door, prone with her head buried in a mature woman's pussy.
Monica looked up at Candice's mother and glared at her as if daring her to say anything. And what could Emily say? She hadn't done anything really in her daughter's past to change anything. Why start now. So she just stood there transfixed, feeling a tinge of helplessness and shame at her daughter's lust for contact and touch. Still looking directly at Emily, Monica rubbed her tits with one hand, and placed the other on the top of Candice's head. "That's it, baby. Make me happy!'
Candice moaned something into Monica's vulva before realizing she couldn't be heard. Lifting her head slightly, "I love my birthday present" - pussy kiss - "I will eat this every night" - pussy kiss - "Oh thank you Monica!" - pussy kiss - "Thank you!" - pussy kiss -"Thank you!" - pussy kiss -"Thank you!" And Candice again was overwhelmed with desire and buried her face back into Monica's pelvis.
"That's my little girl," Monica teased with her eyes still focused on Candice's mother standing dumbstruck at the bedroom doorway. She stroked the girl's hair. "You can have my pussy anytime you want now that you're 18. I will love you and make you mine."
This seemed to spur Candice into a heightened enthusiasm to make Monica cum. She wrapped her arms around the woman's thighs and twisted and turned her face making for herself a female ejaculate mask: Forehead, closed eyes, cheeks, chin, nose, and mouth - Candice wanted Monica's scent all over her signaling to the world that this woman belonged to her alone. In turn, the teacher began writhing on the bed and the girl held on like a starving lamprey.
Suddenly, Emily woke from her trance and quickly departed the scene to her own bedroom closing the door. Before she left, Monica spied Emily's crotch and saw her arousal; Emily's pussy was pumping out liquid staining her red slacks.
The nasty scene of the girl's mother baring witness to Candice's sexual devotion played over a couple of times in Monica's brain before finally climaxing all over Candice. The girl reveled in Monica's flow, again smearing it up, down and around her face and golden locks. Monica quickly pulled the girl up to her and joyously kissed, licked and sucked the moisture from her little lover's face.
Meanwhile, Emily sat on the edge of her bed listening to her daughter's coupling. Soon more sounds of lesbian sex penetrated though the walls - now the cries of her daughter's sexual needs could be heard - and Emily laid down on her bed and she slowly rubbed herself to sleep.
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In the morning, Emily went downstairs for her morning coffee to find Candice eating her breakfast, wearing only a t-shirt, bent over the kitchen table. Monica was on her knees with her face planted in the young girl's ass.
"Oh, hi mom," Candice said nonchalantly.
"M... mor... morning," Emily stammered; the shock of the sudden carnal scene hit the older woman like a cold shower making her visible shake. Trying direct her eyes away, Candice's mother made her coffee. Then, after a quick mental adjustment, she sat at the table across from her daughter and drank her morning coffee while coyly observing Monica toss her daughter's salad.
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When Emily came home after running a few errands that afternoon, there in the living room watching TV, Monica and Candice sat. But upon closer observation, she realized Candice was nursing on one of Monica's tits while the teacher had a hand inside the front of her daughter's shorts between her splayed legs. This time, Candice ignored her mother's entrance, and pushed her head further inside her lover's blouse enjoying the pussy massage and treating Monica's nipple like a swerve-ball punching bag along with an occasional slurp and nipple tug. Watching Candice's mother, Monica waited until Emily registered the scene before she slowly removed her sticky fingers from the girl's pussy and put them in her mouth, sucking clean each of her fingers of the girl's pussy goo before reaching back inside the girl's waistband for more.
Emily unconsciously gave her crotch a couple of rubs before going into the kitchen. She's even indifferent to her own sexuality, Monica thought while licking more of the girl's discharge from her fingers.
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Later in the afternoon, Emily was making herself ready to go out, and on her way she went through the kitchen stopping at the sink. Through the window, on the back porch, she witnessed Candice and Monica sitting on the porch-swing gently kissing. Monica tenderly stroked her daughter's arm as Candice massaged the woman's legs. Their lips would brush against each other; tongues would flit tip to tip, hands would rise and rest on shoulders until inevitably their mouths would join as one firm connection between the two lovers locked in a partnership Emily could not fathom.
Realizing she was stroking her crotch with her hand, Emily stepped away from the window. Perhaps my daughter has found something I couldn't give her, she thought.
That night when Emily returned home, Candice had already moved out.
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