Summer Love, Chapter 6
Wherein we find our young heroine and her best friend dressed in naughty schoolgirl outfits and driven to a downtown bar. (This story will make more sense if you've read the previous five chapters, especially Chapter One.)
Kristen said, "I'm scared, Courtney. I want to go home." But she was pretty sure that wasn't going to happen.
The first thing Courtney had noticed when they entered the bar was the noise. The music was loud and so were the voices of the patrons. Then she saw that except for the two bartenders, everyone in the place was female. The joint was entirely filled with women drinking, laughing, and talking.
"Don't worry," said Courtney with false bravado. "Mrs. Lunsford will take care of us. Everything will be okay."
The girls looked around for Melinda Lunsford, Courtney's suburban socialite lover, but didn't see her anywhere. They turned to Mrs. Leslie for answers but she had disappeared. The young teenagers began to get truly frightened, thinking Brooke had abandoned them. They may have been only thirteen years old, but they weren't stupid. They knew what kind of place they were in.
Suddenly the music stopped, and there was Mrs. Leslie standing at the bar with a microphone in her hand. "Good evening ladies!" she said, her voice booming from speakers by the dance floor. "Welcome to the twelfth annual fund raiser for Westchester College women's athletics!" There was some polite applause from the crowd. "I'm Brooke Leslie, class of 1995, with tonight's entertainment. As you know, we're here tonight to raise money for new locker room facilities for the Westchester Lions women's basketball team."
A cheer went up from a group of unusually tall young women. Brooke continued: "Last year, the men's basketball team got a brand new locker room, but the college refused to buy new facilities for the ladies. Is that fair?"
"No!" the crowd roared.
"Fucking right it isn't!" said Brooke, "so tonight we're here to take matters into our own hands, and give our Lady Lions the state-of-the- art facilities they deserve!" More shouts of approval from the crowd. "To help us, I've brought along two very special guests, but before I introduce them, I have a question for all of you." Here she paused for effect, making eye contact with many of the women. "The question is: 'Do you like pussy?'"
Some of the women cheered, while others laughed nervously.
"Do you like sweet, beautiful, fresh, unsullied teenaged pussy?"
Another, louder cheer. Courtney and Kristen traded stunned looks. Courtney looked towards the door, but a circle of women had formed around them blocking any possible escape route.
"Well then, ladies," Brooke went on, "I think you're going to enjoy tonight's entertainment, and we're going to raise shitloads of money for that new locker room." Brooke held up her hands to quiet the applause. She approached a women standing at the front of the crowd. The woman was about thirty, attractive if a bit plump, wearing jeans and a Westchester College sweatshirt. She was holding a pint glass of beer. "What's your name?" Brooke asked.
"Joanne," the woman answered, leaning in towards the mic.
"Let me ask you something, Joanne. When was the last time you tasted a thirteen-year-old virgin pussy?" She held out the microphone so everyone could hear the response.
"Ah, never," said Joanne, laughing.
"Would you like to?"
"Oh my god, yes! That's my biggest fantasy," she said, her words almost drowned out by the whistles and laughter of her friends.
"Then this is your lucky night, Joanne," said Brooke. "Tonight we have not one, but two gorgeous thirteen-year-old virgins here to fulfill your fantasies." As the crowd roared its approval, the circle of women closed in on the two young girls.
"Courtney, Kristen," Brooke said, "you're needed front and center."
The crowd parted for the two nervous tweeners, urging them forward. Because the girls had been at the back of the crowd, Joanne didn't see them until they reached the bar. Her mouth fell open. Here were two exceptionally pretty girls, both clearly underage, one slim and blonde, the other brunette with rather pronounced curves for her age. Both girls were dressed in white blouses with no evidence of a bra showing. They wore very short pleated tartan skirts and white knees socks. And most stunning of all, both girls were wearing thick leather collars inscribed with the words 'FUCK TOY' in shiny metallic block letters.
"What do you think, Joanne?" said Brooke
"I can't believe it!" Joanne gushed. "They're gorgeous!"
"They are, aren't they?" Brooke looked out into the crowd. "And ladies..." She paused, lowering her voice. "...I promise you that neither has been defiled by man or boy. But you don't have to take my word for it. You'll soon be able to inspect them for yourselves. And taste them, and lick them, and suck them. You can do anything but take their cherries."
Another pause, with a few groans of disappointment from the crowd.
"That comes later," Brooke added, to hoots and more cheers.
The two young friends looked at each other in horror. Melinda had told them only that they were going to a fund raising event for her college, but it seemed that they were to be the entertainment for a lust-crazed pack of lesbians. And what was that business about 'later'?
"Jack," said Brooke, addressing one of the bartenders. "Our guests look nervous. I think they need a little liquid courage. How about some shooters for Kristen and Courtney?"
"Coming right up," said the bartender, and quickly mixed a shaker of kamikazes. He poured two glasses and slid them across the bar. Brooke gave the drinks to the girls, saying, "Drink up. You'll like it."
Courtney took a sip. Brooke was right, she did like it. The kamikaze tasted like lemonade.
"Come on, girls, bottoms up," said Brooke. "The crowd is getting restless."
Courtney looked at her best friend and shrugged. She raised the glass and drank it down. Kristen followed Courtney's lead and drank. An unfamiliar warmth spread through her small body, all the way to her fingers and toes.
"Okay, one more," said Brooke, handing them each another glass. The girls quickly drained their glasses. Courtney began to relax as the alcohol hit her brain.
"Now then, let's get a better look at our two little hotties," said Brooke's voice through the loudspeakers. "I need a big, strong girl to give our young ladies a lift."
"Yolanda! Yolanda!" shouted the basketball players. As the others cheered, one of them stood and approached the bar. The center on the team, Yolanda was six foot five and over two hundred pounds. Her skin was the color of dark chocolate, and her hair was done in braids that fell to her shoulders. She dwarfed the two thirteen-year-olds, and even Brooke, who was close to six feet tall, had to stretch to kiss her.
"Yolanda, sweetie, could you give our two guests a hand up onto the bar?"
Yolanda said nothing, just grinned and lifted Courtney to the bar top as easily as if she were a baby. Then she did the same with Kristen. The two young friends looked out at the crowd of women then at each other.
"Now girls," said Brooke into the mic. "Why don't you just let everyone have a good look at you?" Then she spoke to a woman standing next to the juke box. "Maggie—some music, please?"
Maggie chose a CD and soon the slow, smoky beat of a classic blues number filled the place. The thudding of the bass reverberated up through the bar to Courtney's feet, and she started moving to the music. She looked at Kristen and saw that her friend could feel it too. The two girls held each other by the hand and danced. Some of the women in the crowd whistled and cheered, while others watched in silence. It seemed impossible that two such beautiful young girls were dancing there on the bar, and they didn't want to do anything that might break the spell.
There is something irresistible about childish innocence merging with nascent teenage hormonal urges...
The women needn't have worried about any spell. The searing electric guitar seemed to set Courtney's loins on fire, and she ground her crotch against Kristen's hip. Kristen spun her friend around so she could grind against Courtney's round butt. For the two young girls it was incredibly arousing to be the object of lust for so many women. The crowd was going wild, some women screamed at the girls to take off their clothes, while others shouted, "Kiss each other!"
Courtney turned and wrapped her arms around Kristen. They kissed, softly at first, then with ever greater abandon, sucking each other's tongues sloppily. Their legs were entwined, their hips moving to the beat, pussies rubbing on bare thighs. Clapton sang:
Have you ever loved a woman,
"I can't believe we're doing this," Kristen said in her friend's ear.
"I know," said Courtney. "But I want you so bad right now." She began to unbutton Kristen's white blouse. When it was loose, she turned Kristen's back to the crowd and began to peel the shirt slowly from her friend's shoulders. Then she stopped and looked out at the crowd of women, as if to ask for their approval.
The women cheered as Courtney lowered the shirt down Kristen's back. The cuffs of the blouse were still around Kristen's wrists when Courtney turned her to face the crowd. Kristen was embarrassed by the small, undeveloped breasts high on her girlish chest, but the women seemed to love them. Her pale pink aureoles were even puffier than usual from all the excitement.
With Kristen's hands still tangled up in the sleeves, Courtney reached around her friend's body and squeezed both her fat nipples while kissing her neck. The crowd loved it.
When Kristen finally worked her hands free, she returned the favor and unbuttoned Courtney's blouse. She knew the audience would go nuts when they saw those tits, so she kept her friend's back to the crowd to ratchet up the suspense. She removed Courtney's shirt entirely, then lifted the hem of her skirt to display her friend's luscious round ass. It looked incredibly sexy with only a thin strip of lace thong wedged in her crack. Several women reached out to stroke the girls' legs, but Brooke pushed them back.
Courtney looked over her shoulder in mock fright, a finger in her mouth. The shouts and chanting grew until, with perfect dramatic timing, Kristen held her friend by the shoulders and turned her toward the horde of women. Just as she had expected, they went berserk. And who could blame them? At age thirteen, Courtney already wore a C-cup, and her perfectly shaped breasts jutted out as if scornful of gravitational laws.
"Lick them! Suck them!" shouted the onlookers. Kristen bent to do just that, first licking the hard nipples. Then she fell to her knees to lick the underside of those sweet tits, her head tilted back. Courtney turned sideways to the crowd to give everyone a good view as she held a fistful of blonde hair while her slender friend lavished attention on her aching nips.
Courtney knelt to face Kristen and unbuttoned her friend's skirt before pushing her gently onto her back. The slender teen's long blonde hair spread out like a cloud around her head and spilled over the edge of the bar. Courtney pulled the skirt completely off and spread Kristen's legs. With a naughty wink at the crowd, Courtney licked the crotch of her friend's lacy thong panties.
"Very sexy, girls," Brooke said. "Kristen, I bet you'd like Courtney to eat your pussy right about now?"
Kristen was too shy to answer, but she looked up at Brooke with need written all over her face.
"I'll take that as a yes," said Brooke. "Someone's going to eat your pussy all right, but it won't be Courtney." The two tweeners looked at her in confusion.
"Here's how it's going to work, ladies," Brooke said, addressing the room. "If you'd like to eat some thirteen-year-old virgin pussy, you need to make a donation towards the new locker room. Let's say twenty dollars. You'll each get three minutes. If you can make one of these fuck toys cum during your three minutes, you'll get your twenty dollars back. Understood?"
"Yeah!" roared the crowd.
"The only other rule is: no insertions," Brooke said. "No fingers or anything else inside their cunts. They're both, ah, intact, and they're going to stay intact...for now."
So the two lovely thirteen-year-olds were laid out on the bar top, slim blonde Kristen in only her lacy thong panties and white knee socks, and precociously buxom Courtney still wearing her little pleated skirt. The women queued up to have a taste of sweet virgin snatch, and Joanne was first in line to sample Courtney's charms.
"You're so beautiful," said the older woman to the dark haired child, as she raised her skirt and kissed her inner thighs.
"Please," Courtney said, "don't make me wait."
Joanne didn't even bother to remove the girl's panties. She just pulled them to one side, inhaled deeply, and began exploring the wonders of Courtney's yummy girl parts. Her friends were egging her on, but Joanne barely heard them. She was making the most of her three minutes. "It's so delicious," she said during a brief pause for air, then dove back in, sucking Courtney's prominent curled labia minora into her mouth. The little girl sighed with pleasure.
Kristen was being licked expertly by a woman in her early forties, but she was too self conscious to enjoy it—at first. The woman had gasped when she removed Kristen's panties and saw her rosy, almost hairless young cunt. The outer lips were puffy and full, the inner lips completely hidden, and the fine blonde hairs adorning her mound of Venus did nothing to hide her delicate slit. Soon, the knowing mouth on her pussy began to have an effect, and Kristen's inhibitions faded.
The little blonde girl and the older woman fell into a rhythm; Kristen raising her hips each time the tongue drove between her labes and met her clit. She began to moan.
"Time!" said Brooke, and the women reluctantly left off their feasting. Two more eagerly took their places. Again time was called just as Kristen and her partner were finding their rhythm. The slim blonde had forgotten the crowd as her need began to grow. Twice more the women eating her brought her to the edge of climax just as time elapsed, and her frustration became intense.
The next woman was overweight, about fifty, with short dark hair. "You can't imagine how long I've been dreaming about this," the woman said, and Kristen realized it was her fourth grade teacher.
"Miss Jenkins!" she said, and squeezed her legs together, mortified.
"Oh, no you don't," said Miss Jenkins, and pried Kristen's legs apart. "I've thought you were beautiful since you were nine years old, and I never believed I'd have this chance. I'm going to make you feel soooo good."
Unlike the women before her, she didn't start licking right away. She feasted her eyes on Kristen's slender young body, and kissed her immature breast buds. "So pretty," said the frustrated lesbian schoolteacher, as she kissed her way down the flat belly. The little blonde's sex was a wet glistening invitation. "Your skin is so soft," said Miss Jenkins, rubbing her face on Kristen's inner thigh as she stroked the girl's sex with her fingertips.
With her smoldering eyes locked on Kristen's, the stout fourth grade teacher finally, tenderly, lowered her mouth to the young blonde's pussy. Something about the intensity of those eyes made Kristen's heart skip a beat and her fuckhole flooded with juice. "Oh my gosh," said the tweener.
The schoolteacher's tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, scooping up girl cream and slathering Kristen's tiny pink clit. The older woman was devouring the little girl's cunt like it was her last meal, burying her face in sweet young pussy as Kirsten grabbed her teacher's head with both hands, her narrow hips thrusting up from the sticky bar.
"Oh yes," cried the blonde tweener in her reedy little girl voice. "That's it! Just like that! Oh my god, don't stop! Ooooooooooooohhh!" she wailed, her thin trembling legs wrapped around her former teacher's head.
Meanwhile, Courtney was being eaten by her first black woman, a conservatively dressed business executive with graying hair. Courtney reached out and found her best friend's hand, and held it as Kristen reached a second searing orgasm. Hearing her friend's girlish cries of rapture finally pushed Courtney over the edge. Kristen felt her friend's grip tighten as Courtney succumbed to the mouth on her dripping sex, her nubile body shuddering.
Seeing—and hearing—the two beautiful thirteen-year-olds orgasm together was easily the most erotic thing most of the women there had ever witnessed, and many quietly slid hands inside their clothes to touch themselves. Brooke handed each of the women a twenty dollar bill. "Here's your money back, ladies," she said. "You've earned it."
"No, you keep it for the locker room fund," said Miss Jenkins. "It was worth a lot more to me than twenty dollars." And she handed Brooke another twenty to queue up for a second turn.
It seemed that the girls' orgasms had opened the floodgates. Kristen began to cum almost continuously. Each time she thought it couldn't get any more intense, the next orgasm lifted her higher and higher until the world around her ceased to exist. Time stood still. Her innocent young face contorted with ecstasy, Kristen no longer cared that her wanton behavior was on display. The little blonde girl's cries reached a fever pitch.
The crowd surged in around the two young girls, pushing each 'donor' out of the way as soon as her turn ended. Brooke could no longer hold back the queue, and Courtney and Kristen were surrounded by women. They all wanted to touch the two young beauties, who quickly became lost in an overload of sensation. Hands were everywhere on their bodies, stroking their soft skin, squeezing their smooth legs and their lovely ripening breasts.
Brooke's pockets were stuffed with twenties, and the bar was scattered with assorted greenbacks. She quit bothering to time the women—Courtney had two women eating her cunt at once. One was tongue- fucking her hole while the other sucked her clit. Her squeals of pleasure reached the bouncer at the door.
The burly, tattooed bouncer had been thinking all evening about the two underage cuties with the FUCK TOY collars around their necks. She resented Brooke for her wealth and good looks, and it drove her to distraction that Brooke might have already had her way with the two pretty tweeners. She herself could only dream of sexing up young girls like that, and if there was a chance of doing so now she didn't want to miss it.
She went inside and locked the door.
Coming next: the conclusion.
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