Rosalie’s tongue traversed Patty’s belly and had gone deep into her crotch. She had moved to a better position and spread the matchstick legs apart and licked the insides of the young thighs and probed beneath the crotch with her finger until the tip of it found the anus.
“Oh, we have two little holes here,” she had observed excitedly. “And let’s see what’s hidden in here.
Patty had lain transfixed as Auntie stretched apart the nubile cunt lips and explored both visually and with her fingers. Later, Patty could remember that, and she had repeated the act in front of mirrors, wondering if her vagina really looked that pretty to somebody else. By the look on Auntie’s face, it did at the time, and Patty had a great sense of pride, a new feeling of confidence at becoming a woman…
Auntie had licked upwards then, inserting her tongue where her fingers had been, and Patty jerked with the wild touch. It had been so wonderful and warm and nice and loving. The licking and sucking had continued as if Auntie was trying to find something, although it had been too early in Patty’s maturation for a clitoris to be discernible. Patty had watched her aunt intently, breathing heavier and heavier as the tongue had darted in and out, loving the feeling of the suction of her lips.
Rosalie had shifted to her knees, her face and mouth pressed hard between the little girl’s legs, and when Patty had moved her she could see that her aunt had her hand between her own legs, and she had heard the unmistakable slushing sound which later she had experienced when she masturbated.
“Oh… oh… Oh… oh,” Rosalie had moaned in a funny, slow whine. She had raised her head long enough to say; “I’m going to cum, Patty. I’m… going… to… cum! Tell me you love me, Patty, tell me you love me!"
“I love you, Auntie Rosalie.”
Her body had convulsed and contorted in rapid jerks, and she had made more pitiful whines and sighs. Then she had suddenly jumped upright into a sitting position and looked at Patty with a wide and satisfied smile on her face. “Oh, sweets, you were wonderful!“ she had gurgled. She then grabbed Patty in a tight embrace and kissed her cheeks and neck and shoulders. “You were so very good! But let’s not tell Mummy or Daddy or anybody about this, all right? We’ll keep this a secret just for us, and maybe, if you’re a good girl, we can do it again!” Patty had nodded and smiled pleasantly back, which evidently the aunt took as a sign of agreement.
She tossed in Marcia’s bed, whimpering and moaning with the dream of her first experience with sex. She had tried to live it down, to forget about her Auntie Rosalie and her lesbian ideas, but she had never quite succeeded. There always seemed to be the spark of forbidden interest in the back of her mind, springing to the fore during high school when she was in the shower room with other naked girls, or at the YWCA, or when she caught sight of pictures in the girlie magazines…
Dimly she heard the faint rustling of the sheet beside her, but her brain was unconscious enough to not tell her who it was. She tried to open her eyes but they seemed weighed shut.
“Patty,” came the ethereal voice through the sleep clouds, “Can I get you anything? You seemed to be having a nightmare?
“No, no, nothing…“ Patty heard herself reply in a slurred voice. “Who…?”
“It’s Marcia, Patty.”
Patty felt one of her hands being stroked, and for some reason past her comprehension the bedcovers seemed to have slipped from her. But it was so warn.., so warm and the stroking felt so good.
“Poor Patty. Poor, poor Patty,” came Marcia’s voice from far away. “I’ll rub your head, Patty. That will make you relax.”
Patty felt the fingers, little points of softness around her forehead and temples. She began to slumber again as the hypnotic voice continued.
“I know what you need, Patty. You need to be loved, only gently, not that brutal, crude way as Mr. Jennings did. You need a woman’s love, Patty, I know you do…”
“Yes… Patty murmured in a drugged tone.
“You have such a beautiful body, Patty. Would you like me to rub your beautiful body just like I’m rubbing your head? Of course you do.”
Without waiting for an answer, Marcia moved her hands from Patty’s face down her arms, then back up and around the twin peaks of breasts, carefully avoiding the nipples. Her eyes were hot upon the rounded globes, the teats growing erect automatically. Yes, Marcia thought, men are the best, with their great cocks and bloated balls and hairy bodies, but it’s nice to have a woman once in a while… a velvet smooth, creamy skinned female to fuck and suck and crawl upon with passion.
She began to talk to Patty again, soothingly telling her how beautiful and desirable she was, and while she crooned, she stroked the now turgid nipples and then slid one hand down the smooth, flat stomach and touched the first downy soft pubic hairs.
Patty moaned slightly, her hips beginning to gyrate and she thought how lovely was the feeling, how exquisitely nice. She reached up her hand and Marcia pressed the fingertips against one tit, and Marcia’s cunt fired with sudden desire. She stretched her nude body out against Patty and moaned as Patty massaged mesmerically the diamond hard nipple. Gently she spread Patty’s vaginal lips apart and touched the bud of her clitoris. Patty undulated at the sudden touch, and the clit rose to attention, the fluids of her sexual awakening flowing on the already sweat stained sheets.
But who was doing this to me? Larry? Patty suddenly snapped into consciousness and realized with full horror exactly who it was… Marcia!… and what she was doing! Her eyes flew open just as Marcia bent her head and her lips pressed against Patty’s with an agile, pliant, sweet possession. Dear God! I can’t let myself do this! But it was too late. As the flutterings of Marcia’s tongue enflamed her mouth, she capitulated to the torment of her unfulfilled lust. Tom had raped her, but the damage had been done. He had, in spite of her rejection, aroused her physical needs which up until then she had been able to control since Larry had left. And now, after dreaming of the incident with Auntie Rosalie, she could not have resisted Marcia’s advances.
And in spite of the degradation she felt at accepting another woman’s lovemaking, she responded. Patty sucked the invading tongue as Marcia trailed her agile, spiderlike fingers over her body, tormenting her breasts and thighs and vagina, their bodies locked together.
Finally Marcia raised above her, and she teased Patty’s rigid nipple while she roved her lascivious eyes over the lovely redhead’s voluptuous nakedness. She trembled with anticipation as she spoke.
“I’m going to make you cum, Patty. You’re going to explode like you never have before. I promise!“
Patty moaned. “Oh yes… yes..
“I promise…“ Marcia repeated as she moved down the bed, her tongue making a trail of hot saliva over the quivering passionate flesh. Patty raised her head, and she was suddenly reminded of the similarity between the scene now and the one with her aunt as Marcia nestled her head into the hollow of her opened thighs. She felt the kisses on her tender, blood filled vulva and the hot breath upon her pubic hair… only there was a difference. A wonderfully magical difference. This time it was more than a nice feeling… it was nirvana, heaven, complete mind-blowing Valhalla! The swiftly flickering tongue sent taunting messages radiating up her body to her brain, making her respond with conditioned reflexes.