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(Ff, ped, oral, affair) *** Archivist's Note: This author did not provide an email address so it will do the reader no good contacting the archive staff for further parts. Check back at a later time to see if there have been any updates to this story by the author. *** PART 1 Marcia Williams tried to concentrate on her salad and her magazine as she sat in the mall food court, but she was distracted by the girl a few tables away. She kept glancing up to watch the girl, who looked to be about 13 years old, where she sat nursing a milkshake. The girl was thin and stunningly beautiful. She had pale skin and huge eyes, such a light blue that they were nearly silver. Her long straight hair glowed like dark gold in the overhead lighting, and her lips made a sexy bow around the straw when she drank. Marcia was not in the habit of ogling little girls in public. In fact, the thirty seven year old woman was (mostly) happily married, and had a little girl of her own, eight year-old Emily. She had never had a lesbian encounter, or even a though in that direction. Sex for Marcia was between a man and a woman, inside of marriage only (and if she were honest with herself, it wasn't that great, or frequent). But she couldn't tear her eyes away from this gorgeous creature sitting all alone across from her. It was strange to see a child her age in a mall this early in the afternoon on a school day, but Marcia figured she must have gotten out early, or maybe she was home- schooled. The young girl wore a bright yellow, skin- tight t-shirt that fell three inches short of the top of her pleated skirt, which was white, and very short. The mall's air conditioning made it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra, as her nipples stood out clearly from her nearly flat chest, poking through the thin material of her top. She even noted goose bumps rising on her bare, toned belly. As Marcia watched, the girl uncrossed and re-crossed her long slender legs, slowly enough that the older woman got a clear view of her bright yellow panties. Lost in the view, it took Marcia a long moment to tear her gaze from the mysterious girl's crotch. She looked up to see that the lovely young lady was looking her right in the eyes. Embarrassed, she looked back down to her magazine, not seeing anything on the page. A flush spread across her face and chest, and she nearly bolted from the food court. Only her weekend knees kept her in her seat. She wondered what the girl was thinking about what she saw when she looked at Marcia. She knew she was an attractive woman. She was fairly tall, at 5'-7", and her wavy auburn hair still had no gray in it, and still had its natural luster. She had put on a few extra pounds since giving birth to her daughter, but the weight was evenly distributed, making her body voluptuous rather than fat. Her most prominent feature, she knew, was her breasts. They were a natural 40DD, and she had always supported them enough so that they didn't sag more than they had when she was 25. Her hips were wide enough to balance out the size of her chest, and she still had a noticeable hourglass shape. She was dressed conservatively, in a light blue, button- down blouse and knee-length gray skirt with pantyhose, and a substantial brassier holding onto her heavy breasts, resulting in a line of cleavage that showed even though she had only left the top 2 buttons of her blouse undone. Although not an exhibitionist, she was appropriately proud of her body, and didn't mind the stares she often noticed from both men and women. Nervously, she glanced back up to see that the girl was no longer looking at her, so she returned to snatching surreptitious glances at the captivating beauty. Finally, the girl looked back at her, and flashed a shy, brilliant smile full of straight white teeth. Marcia smiled back nervously and looked down, then looked right back up to see the girl still looking her way. Having no idea why she was doing it, Marcia found herself standing up from her table and making her way slowly toward the beautiful young woman. It was as if her body was moving itself, as if drawn by magnetism to the beauty of the child. She came to herself as she stood in front of the girl, who looked up at her expectantly, with a welcoming smile on her radiant face. Up close, she looked even more beautiful, with flawless skin and long, delicate eyelashes. "Uh, hi." Marcia heard herself say. Come on girl, get a hold of yourself, she thought, she's just a girl. What do you want here, anyway? "Hi," came the reply. The girl's voice was high and clear, similar in tone to Marcia's daughter, making her sound even younger than she looked. "I saw you sitting over here," Marcia began again. Very good, start with the totally obvious. "And I was wondering..." What were you wondering, what she looks like naked? "...do you babysit?" Babysit? That's what you came up with? The teenager gave her a smile that clearly said, I know what you want, lady, and it isn't babysitting. But what she said was, "Yes, I babysit sometimes. My name's Tina, what's yours?" "Marcia... Williams." the middle-aged wife and mother stammered. "Mrs. Williams." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Williams." the gorgeous girl greeted her. "Won't you have a seat?" Marcia sank gratefully into a chair opposite the girl, which gave her a remarkable view up Tina's skirt when she glanced down. Unselfconsciously, the young ten set both feet on the floor, opening her legs enough to display a disarming camel toe. The two women discussed the possibility of Tina sitting for Emily. It turned out that Tina was 15, and admitted that people always thought her to be much younger, and that she lived just a few miles away from Marcia and her family, so the trips to and from her house would be easy. Taking a deep breath, Marcia went for it. "School will be over in a couple of hours, Tina; would you like to come meet Emily?" This was obviously a pick-up line, as there was no reason for the teenager to go to this stranger's house this far ahead of school letting out, and no reason to meet the child prior to a sitting gig at any rate. Marcia waited breathlessly for the rejection she knew must be coming. Tina leaned forward, her stunning face so close to Marcia's that the 2 women's lips mere inches apart. "I'd love to go home with you, Mrs. Williams," The girl said, so softly that Marcia had to lean forward to hear better. She could feel the young girl's breath on her lips when she spoke. Marcia's nipples crinkled hard, and she felt an all-too rare tingle from between her legs as she stared into Tina's huge blue eyes. She had noticed that the girl had answered the question Marcia had meant to ask, not the one she had actually uttered. They rose from the table, and Marcia led the way out of the mall to her car. She looked back several times to see Tina staring at her ass admiringly from behind. Marcia put a little extra sway in her walk as she took the girl to her car. Tina talked animatedly throughout the 20-minute car ride. Marcia adored the girl's voice. It was like listening to a chirping bird, so high, sweet and childlike. So sexy. Marcia struggled to keep her eyes on the road. The girl was leaning into the corner between the door and the seat back, with her left leg, bent at the knee, resting on the seat beside her, affording an excellent view of her panty-clad crotch. Marcia felt sweat trickling between her large breasts, and her pussy was now leaking her excitement into her panties. Pulling into her driveway, it was all she could do not to grab the child by the wrist and drag her into the house to rape her. What she actually did was park in the garage and lead the sexy little minx in through the mud room. She set down her purse on the kitchen counter and turned to find the four and a half foot tall girl standing so close that her breasts brushed across the teenager's collar bone. Tina put her small hands on Marcia's hips and stood up on her toes to plant a soft, lingering kiss on the startled woman's lips. Marcia felt a soft flutter as the young girl flicked her pink tongue at the older woman's lips as she settled back on her heels without a word. Marcia stood staring mutely into the beautiful girl's smoldering eyes, not breathing. Tina looked away, breaking the moment, and moved past her host into the kitchen. Marcia knew that she was totally under this child's control, and for some reason, she wasn't at all concerned. She showed the girl around the house; then she left her in the living room while she changed into more comfortable clothes. While the older woman was gone, the teenager took a tiny video recorder from her small purse, and set it on a side table in the living room with a perfect view of the couch. She rearranged the silk plants that decorated the table. When Marcia came back downstairs, Tina was sitting on the couch, waiting. She patted the cushion next to her and Marcia took the seat. Tina lifted a picture from the end table next to her and showed it to Marcia. "Is this your daughter?" she asked. "Yes, that's Emily," the proud mother replied. "She's beautiful," Tina said. "I'd love to spend time with her." Spend time with her, Marcia thought. Not Watch her, or Sit with her. Interesting. For some reason, the idea that this smoking hot teenager might have more than a financial interest in her eight-year old daughter turned her on even more. "You look great," Tina commented. Marcia had changed into a tight-fitting purple top with spaghetti straps and no bra. Her huge breasts strained at the material, and her excited, hard nipples threatened to tear through the stretchy fabric. A pair of khaki shorts finished the outfit. Marcia had long, tan legs, and the shorts showed them off to good advantage. Tina put a tiny warm hand on Marcia's leg, just above the knee. "What should we do while we wait for your daughter, Mrs. Williams?" Tina said softly, leaning forward. Marcia said nothing, and leaned into the girl's kiss. Tina's hand slid up and down the older woman's bare thigh softly as their tongues intertwined. Marcia put a hand on Tina's shoulder, and the young girl put her other hand behind the housewife's head, pulling her closer. Not breaking the increasingly wet kiss, Tina climbed into Marcia's lap, settling her knees on either side of her thighs. Their kiss grew more and more urgent, and Marcia grabbed the bottom of the girl's shirt, pulling it up and off, breaking the kiss only momentarily. She covered the teenager's flat chest with wet kisses, biting and sucking the long pink nipples that stood out from the tiny mounds of her breasts. As she suckled the under-aged girl's nipples, she reached behind to grab her butt, pushing the short skirt up and out of the way. She discovered that the child wore thong underwear, and delighted in the feel of the warm twin globes of her firm ass. Tina stood and quickly shed her mini skirt and thong, lying back down next to Marcia with her shapely legs spread apart invitingly. Marcia was getting hotter and hotter. She knelt between the child's legs on the couch, and leaned forward to plant hot kisses on the girl's sexy chest and belly. She moved downward toward a widely spread, totally bald pussy; wet and inviting. For the first time in her life, she tasted another girl's cunt, and she loved it. All of her pent up sexual frustration, from years of neglect, bubbled to the surface, turning to sexual aggression. She sucked and nibbled at the teenager's slick pussy lips, and closing on her clit, began to suck hard. Tina gasped and moaned through her orgasm, flooding Marcia's mouth with her juices, which the suburban wife and mother lapped up greedily. Marcia stood long enough to slip out of her shorts and panties then climbed onto the slender girl's chest, rubbing her cunt against the girl's sternum; leaving a trail of slime on her chest. Leaning over the girl, she pinned her thin arms up over her head and prepared to sit on her face. She was lost in the lust and aggression of the moment, and wanted to dominate this girl, control her as Marcia had been controlled since seeing her at the mall. Marcia felt a long wet tongue slide sinuously into her dripping cunt. In just a few minutes, the girl's skillful tongue had Marcia quivering and yelling her way through a thundering orgasm. Her tits swung and heaved as she shook. Panting and sweating, Marcia climbed down from her perch on the girl's face, leaning over to smother the beautiful, slimy face with kisses. "You should get cleaned up before Emily comes home," Tina whispered. Marcia looked at the clock and realized that the young teen was right. She stood up on her long shaky legs and went upstairs to shower the sweat and sex from her body. When Tina heard the water running, she scampered over to grab her camera, turned it off and placed it back in her purse. The recording served a double purpose. She could use it to blackmail the woman if necessary, and she would also supply a copy of the video to her brother-in- law. He was a successful producer of child porn. He could use this recording as a short piece to be downloaded from that place in Romania he used sometimes. He was pretty nice, for a guy, even if he had married her dumb cow of a sister. It was her tits, she figured; those huge fun-bags of hers attracted a lot of attention. That and the fact she's a dumb submissive slut. She lay back down on the couch with a satisfied smirk on her gorgeous face. Thinking of her brother in law had reminded her that she hadn't seen her little nieces in awhile. Kimmy and Becky were both adorable little sluts, even if Becky was less willing than her horny sister. She'd have to see them soon. But that would have to wait until she had secured emotional control of her latest conquest. This lady was one confused, fucked up slut. She couldn't wait to get total control over this woman's mind. The daughter had possibilities, too. A plan took shape in her twisted young mind. Let's see how far I can push this one, she thought. To be continued? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 71