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The Concert Part - 3
by D'Angelico Mysterioso (admin@designsbydangelico) 

***

We leave Rick, Sara, Teresa and Simone at the elevator 
to the girls' condo. Looking back we get a glimpse into 
the history of Teresa and Simone with an emphasis on 
Simone's first lesbian encounter. (FF-teens, 1st, bi, 
rom)

***

Part Three: Simone's Awakening

Teresa and Simone's condo was in a building which Rick 
knew to be a very fashionable and pricey address. He 
also knew that most of the people living there were 
just like the beautiful pair, young, good looking and 
undoubtedly very successful.

He hadn't asked what they did for a living, but guessed 
that whatever their jobs, their combined incomes most 
likely would be in the low to mid six figures.

In Teresa's case he wasn't far off the mark. She was in 
Pharmaceutical Sales and did very well. In addition to 
a salary that she sometimes thought was ridiculously 
high for what she actually did, she had a company car 
and a generous housing allowance. She traveled quite a 
lot in the States and abroad mostly in first class 
style, all expenses paid. Not that she needed the 
money. 

Her father was a wealthy and successful businessman in 
his own right. He had established a large trust fund 
for her, his only child, which she'd never touched. 
Like him, Teresa was fiercely independent. She'd gone 
to college, got her Masters and had mostly made it on 
her own. Mostly, except for a very fortuitous sexual 
liaison at seventeen with one of her father's golfing 
buddies. She'd let him believe that he took her 
virginity, which she'd really lost two years before and 
her little deception had paid off marvelously.

All through college and grad school she had sent him a 
card and flowers on the anniversary of their tryst and 
upon receiving her post graduate degree there was a job 
waiting at his firm. She knew her father suspected 
something, but she pulled her own weight. Her sales 
figures were always exceptional and she made money for 
the company, good money. 

Even if her father knew everything, he probably 
wouldn't have disapproved too awfully much. When she 
told him she wanted to try her hand at business he let 
her know that playing hard ball was just part of the 
game. And she was fairly certain that "daddy dear" had 
screwed more than his share of colleagues in the 
boardroom and the bedroom on his way to the top. 

"Like father like daughter" was her motto and so far it 
had served her well.

Simone on the other hand had lived a life of privilege 
from birth. Her family's wealth could be traced back 
through twelve generations. Her father, Henri' had been 
a talented and highly regarded surgeon in Paris before 
leaving private practice for a career in the public 
sector. After serving with distinction on several 
government committees he had been named Chairman of the 
President's Council for Public Health Care and Special 
Counsel to the United Nations World Health 
Organization.

He'd devoted his youth to medicine and the public good 
and then in his late forties married a talented young 
fashion designer. 

Simone's mother, Genevieve had been the toast of the 
Paris fashion scene at twenty-eight. A beautiful and 
highly sought after model herself she'd been smart 
enough to get an education. She left modeling at the 
height of her career and enrolled in the Brussels 
College of Art where she had come away with top marks 
and a flair for creating cutting edge designs. She 
returned to Paris and rose quickly through the ranks of 
one of the top houses to a partnership.

Fate intervened when she met and married Henri'. She 
abandoned her career, sold her interest in the firm and 
moved to New York City with her new husband. Their 
first child, a girl, was born a year later. Henri's 
tenure at the U.N. was over, but they decided to stay 
in the states and he went back into private practice.

Simone had inherited her mother's beauty and artistic 
flair. She also had a wild streak and was rebellious 
from an early age, traits that frustrated her mother 
but which her father indulged. His wife would never 
admit it, but she was just as headstrong and 
independent as Simone. They were two of the 
characteristics he loved most about her. In this, as in 
most things Simone was very much like her mother. 
Consequently, he loved both of them all the more.

From infancy to around age twelve she'd lived with her 
parents in the States, so many of her mannerisms and 
tastes were very much American. She spent her teenage 
years in private boarding schools in France, and then 
attended university in Geneva, which gave her a 
sophistication that was beyond most of her peers. She 
was multi-lingual, speaking English, French and Italian 
with equal fluency. But her accent was distinctly 
French owing to the years she spent there in school.

It was in one of those boarding schools where she had 
her first "encounter" with another girl.

Like Teresa, she had lost her virginity early. In 
Simone's case it was at fourteen to a very sweet and 
beautiful young boy. She was home from school for the 
summer and met him at the beach while on holiday with 
her parents.

Both of them being virgins, they hadn't a clue as to 
what they were doing. But nature and youthful ardor 
made up somewhat for their lack of experience. Their 
lovemaking was hurried, clumsy and for Simone at least, 
unsatisfying. She wasn't even sure if she really had 
"lost" her virginity, but a few drops of blood in her 
panties gave testimony that at least technically, she 
was deflowered.

The poor boy fell madly in love with her, but Simone, 
even at that tender age was ready for something else. 
She spurned his further advances, broke his heart and 
left him in her wake.

Then two years later on the occasion of her sixteenth 
birthday she'd had an experience that would change her 
life forever.

She was at school in Montreuax. Because it was her 
birthday and she was away from home, she was depressed. 
Birthdays at home when she was a little girl were 
always joyous occasions. But at Surval Mont-Fleuri it 
was just another day. Madame Duval, the headmistress 
tolerated no personal celebrations of any kind, 
birthdays included.

It was a rainy spring Sunday and Simone was in her room 
reading when she heard a knock at the door and a voice 
say,

"Simone?"

As was the custom at her school, Simone answered in 
French,

"Oui, qui l'est?"

"C'est Martine. Peux-j'entrer?" came the answer.

"Oui Martine. Entrer."

The door opened and a girl came in holding a package 
wrapped in brown paper. She held it close to her chest 
with both hands as if she was afraid it might suddenly 
free itself from her grasp and fly away. 

Martine was a year older than Simone and finishing her 
last term at Surval Mont-Fleuri. She was a striking 
beauty, with dark red hair and green eyes. Simone was a 
little intimidated by her. She was one of the school's 
best athletes and strong. Her lithe body seemed to 
exude a kind of power and she moved fluidly like a cat. 
Some of the girls even called her Le Chat, but not to 
her face.

But that's not what bothered Simone. Several times she 
had noticed Martine looking at her. Not in the mildly 
curious way some girls look at each other comparing 
hairstyles or mannerisms, but with more intensity, like 
the way a bold boy looks at a pretty girl. She never 
felt threatened by the looks. Somehow she knew Martine 
meant her no harm. But it was unnerving at times.

Her gaze had something of that intensity as she stood, 
back to the door clutching the package to her chest. 
But Simone thought she saw something else there as 
well, a nervousness that was totally uncharacteristic 
to Martine. She looked down at Simone, curled up on her 
bed with her hand on the open book and said,

J'espère que je ne vous dérange pas, mais j'ai voulu 
vous souhaiter un joyeux anniversaire et vous donne un 
cadeau.

Simone answered in English,

"Why thank-you Martine. But do you mind if we speak 
English? The headmistress is not around and I miss my 
home and family today."

"But of course we can speak English. I enjoy to speak 
it very much."

Martine's English was far from perfect, but Simone 
found her thick accent and mangled syntax charming. It 
softened her tone and made her sound a little 
vulnerable making Simone feel much more at ease.

"May I sit down?" she asked.

"Yes, of course Martine. Sit here on the bed next to 
me."

Martine sat next to her on the bed and fidgeted 
nervously. She looked at Simone and bit her lower lip. 
The package was lying flat on her lap and she had both 
hands palm down on it as if she still thought it might 
get away from her.

Simone tried to break the ice,

"I didn't think anyone at school knew it was my 
birthday. It's so nice of you to remember. Thank-you 
very much. Did you say you brought me a gift? Is that 
it there? she asked, looking at the slender package. 

"What is it? May I see?"

"Yes, you are very welcome. I heard you talking to some 
of the other girls about your birthday. And yes, this 
is what I have brought for you, but I…I'm afraid you 
might not like it."

"But why would I not like it? Let me see and then I 
promise you I will be very pleased with it."

She started to reach for the package but Martine 
clutched it even tighter.

"I'm sorry Simone. I should not be so, how do you say, 
nervous?"

"Yes that's right. But why are you nervous?" she asked.

"Yes. But before I give this to you, I want to tell you 
something."

Martine's nervousness was obvious and Simone, far from 
being intimidated by her wanted more than anything to 
comfort and put her at ease. She placed one hand on 
Martine's, gently touching her fingers and with the 
other hand she smoothed back her hair. Moving closer, 
she put her lips to Martine's cheek and gave her a 
gentle kiss as she said in a whisper,

"It's all right. Don't be afraid of me. If you only 
knew. I am the one who has been afraid of you."

Martine turned and looked in Simone's eyes.

"But why were you afraid of me?"

"Well, sometimes I see you looking at me and, it's like 
you are trying to see inside me or something. It's hard 
to explain."

"Yes I know what you mean. I'm sorry if I frightened 
you, but it's just that I think you are very beautiful 
and I've wanted for a long time to tell you. But I was 
to say it, umm, too shy. I was also, what is it, 
embarrassed?"

"Oh, Martine. You needn't have been embarrassed to tell 
me that. I think you are very beautiful too."

"You do?"

She put her arm around Martine's shoulder, kissed her 
again on the cheek and said,

"Yes, your face and hair are lovely and your skin is 
pale like mine. And your eyes, so green and mysterious. 
You are very, very beautiful.

"I thought you would see me as the other girls do."

"How is that?"

"Haven't you heard them talking about me? I hear them 
always. They say, "There she goes, Le Chat". They say I 
am, how do you say it, um, le lesbienne? Gai?"

"Lesbian? Gay?"

"Yes."

Simone had seen some lesbian women once, in New York 
with her American friends. They were masculine or at 
least tried to look and act as masculine as they could. 
They wore men's clothes, had their hair cut in men's 
styles and affected the mannerisms of men. They were 
comical in a way and she and her girlfriends had 
laughed at them. 

They laughed that is, until one of the women looked at 
the young girls, put two fingers to her mouth in the 
shape of the letter V and stuck her tongue between them 
pushing it in and out.

She and her friends had run away shrieking to the 
laughter of the women.

Martine was nothing like them. Strong yes, but not in a 
masculine way. She did move like a cat, but her 
movements were sensual. She usually wore her hair 
pulled back in a pony tail, but now it was down and 
falling around her face in dark red waves.. Her 
features were well defined. She had a high forehead and 
deep set eyes. Her skin, unlike that of many redheads 
was clear, not freckled and a pale cream color that set 
off her lips which were full and a deep pink. Looking 
closely at her now, Simone thought she was one of the 
most beautiful girls she had ever seen.

"Well, are you a lesbian?" she asked.

"I don't know. I like boys, you know. But sometimes 
when I see a beautiful girl I get the same feeling as 
when I see a good looking boy." "Simone?"

"What Martine?"

"Have you ever, you know, done it with a boy?"

"You mean made love?"

"Yes."

"Yes, once. He was very sweet, but I don't think we did 
it right. I didn't like it very much."

"Do you want to do it again with another boy?"

"Yes, if the right one comes along. What about you? 
Have you ever made love to a boy?"

"Yes, but it was like your experience, not so good." 
She looked at Simone and acted as if she wanted to say 
something but stopped. Then choking back a sob she 
started to get up and leave.

Simone stopped her, grabbing her arm and when she did 
the package fell and spilled it's contents. Looking 
down, she saw that there were several magazines 
scattered on the floor. When she looked closer, her 
eyes widened and she stifled a little laugh.

The magazines were pornographic in the extreme. Simone 
didn't know what pornography was having never seen it. 
But she knew what the people on the covers of the 
magazines were doing. 

On the cover of the topmost one a woman had her legs 
spread, her pussy wide open. A man was licking her and 
had his tongue buried in her open and very wet hole. 
She was in apparent ecstasy, groping her tits and 
watching her pussy being licked. The title "Pussy 
Gourmet" was printed in large bold type across the top. 

Another entitled "Fuck Sluts" had a cover photo of a 
woman straddling her lover with his cock buried deep in 
her pussy. Her ass was spread and the puckered ring of 
her asshole was in full view as was the man's heavy 
ball sack hanging below his cock which was shining and 
slick with her juices. 

Yet another was perhaps the most graphic and nastiest 
of them all. It's title was "Anal Whores" and on it's 
cover a woman was on her hands and knees, her ass in 
the air. The man who was straddled above her had a huge 
red cock which was almost fully inserted in her 
stretched asshole. Another man had his unbelievably 
large dick in her mouth. She was sucking it hard as her 
ass was fucked and violated. 

Simone caught her breath and gave a little giggle 
before picking it up and slowly turning the pages.

"Martine!" she said. "Where did you get these?"

She answered, barely able to keep from sobbing, "I, I 
don't know if I should tell you. Oh Simone, please 
don't think badly of me."

"I don't think badly of you, but, why…"

"You think it's disgusting don't you? I'm sorry, I'll 
take them away."

"No Martine. I don't think they are disgusting. They 
are very naughty, even nasty." She laughed a little and 
Martine smiled through her tears. "To tell you the 
truth, I like them very much. They make me feel, very 
horny. You know, horny? Uh, sexuellement excite'?"

"Ah, yes, horny. said Martine. They do the same thing 
to me. So you are not offended that I wanted to share 
them with you? They are so, how did you say, nasty?"

She looked at the magazine on Simone's lap. The picture 
showed the woman's asshole stretched wide with a cock 
poised above it ready to be plunged in again.

"No, Martine. I'm not offended. In fact, I'd like to 
look at them with you. That is what you wanted, right?" 
Her tone was very soft and she was stroking Martine's 
hair as she went on. "That's why you have been looking 
at me that way, isn't it? But I'm still confused. Where 
did you get these?"

"Oh, Simone. It's terrible and very wicked. If I tell 
you, you must promise to never tell a soul."

Simone looked in the other girl's eyes and saw the fear 
and shame there. Then a very warm feeling came over 
her. She wanted to put her arms around Martine and hold 
her close. Not completely knowing why and without any 
reservation, she put her lips to Martines and kissed 
her beautiful mouth. It wasn't an erotic kiss. Their 
lips didn't part. It was instead a sweet and very 
tender kiss meant to comfort and to bring her close.

Keeping her face very close to Martine's she said,

"You may tell me anything. You have nothing to fear. I 
will keep all your secrets."

"Oh thank you Simone. You are my one true friend here. 
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I got these things from 
the caretaker Zoraima."

Simone recoiled a little at this. Zoraima was a 
disgusting beast of a man. He was the school caretaker 
and lived in a small house at the very back of the 
school property. The girls didn't see much of him. He 
did most of his work after school hours and seldom if 
ever in the living quarters. 

Still they would occasionally see him around the 
grounds. He was a large man, well over six feet tall 
and had a muscular build. But not like an athlete. 
Zoraima had the body of a laborer, which of course he 
was. Being mostly illiterate, he was coarsely spoken 
and ill mannered. His dungarees were always grimy and 
his hands never clean.

"Martine! She gasped. Zoraima, that pig? But how? Did 
he give them to you?"

"No, I took them from his room. I know, she said seeing 
the disbelief in Simone's eyes. It sounds terrible and 
it is even worse than it sounds, but let me explain, 
okay?"

"Yes, yes dear Martine. I'm sorry to sound so shocked, 
but go on."

"One day a few weeks ago I was out walking. I was 
feeling really low after overhearing some of the other 
girls talking about me, you know, like I was telling 
you?"

Simone nodded and took her hand stroking it gently as 
she went on.

"Well, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, 
just wandering along and before long I realized I was 
down the hill by Zoraima's house. At first I was 
frightened. You know how often Madame Duval has warned 
us about never going down there. So I was scared you 
know and I started to turn back. 

But as I turned to go back up the path I heard sounds 
coming from inside the cottage. It was a grey day like 
this one and kind of dark. The windows of the house 
were shuttered and closed up tight, except for one at 
which the shutter was open slightly. I could see light 
coming from inside.

I could still hear the noises, only then I realized it 
was a voice. But I couldn't understand what it was 
saying. It was like grunting and mumbling but very 
loud.

I don't know what came over me Simone, but I crept 
closer until I was right by the open shutter. I could 
hear the voice plainly then. It was Zoraima. He was 
grunting and saying the most vile things, sexual 
things, but with the worst language.

I was very afraid of what I would see, but could not 
help myself. I looked in the open window."

Simone was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding 
Martine's hand very tightly.

"What did you see?" she asked breathlessly.

"Zoraima was standing by his bed. He was looking down 
at the bed where these magazines were spread out and 
opened. Oh, Simone he had his pants down and was…"

"Was what? What was he doing?"

"He had his thing, you know, his penis, in his hand and 
was rubbing it. It was enormous."

"You mean he was masturbating?"

"Yes, he was doing it. He was turned partially away 
from the window, but I could still see it. It was so 
big Simone. I wanted to look away but I couldn't. I 
just kept watching him. He was stroking his thing and 
talking, still saying those terrible things, but he was 
saying them to the people in the pictures."

"Martine, I read a book once that I found in my 
mother's room. It was all about what the people are 
doing in these pictures. In the book the man's thing as 
you call it was called a cock. What did Zoraima's cock 
look like?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes."

"It was huge, as I said. He was rubbing up and down 
it's entire length and it was longer than his hand by 
several inches. It was red, except for the end which 
was big, bulbous and purple. After a few minutes, he 
started to pump his hand up and down on it very quickly 
and very hard. 

"He was groaning and saying those really bad things 
when suddenly he froze and gobs of stuff started 
squirting out of the hole in the end of his cock. I had 
never seen that before, but had heard of it and I 
supposed it was his semen. It was fascinating and I was 
transfixed, frozen. I watched as it squirted out in 
long thick streams. It shot out so far, that it landed 
in the middle of the bed and some of it splattered on 
the pages."

"Simone?"

"Yes." 

"I know I should have been disgusted, by it. You know 
Zoraima being such a vile man, but I wasn't. I liked 
seeing it. I was even, touching myself, you know, 
rubbing my pussy. When his cock started shooting his 
stuff out, I had an orgasm."

"You mean you came while you were watching him?"

"Yes. It was fantastic. Up to that moment, I had never 
felt that good when I did it to myself. Can I ask you 
something?"

"Yes, of course."

"Do you do it?"

"Do you mean do I masturbate?"

"Yes, do you."

"Sometimes, when I am alone I put my hands on my 
breasts and feel them and then between my legs, on my 
pussy. It feels wonderful and I love it. Why do you 
ask?"

"Well, after he was through, Zoraima picked up the 
magazines wiped the mess off with his hand and put them 
in a drawer. Then he started to leave. As he went out, 
I crept around the back of the house and watched him 
walk up the hill."

"When he was out of sight I went around front and tried 
the door handle. It was unlocked. The door opened and I 
went inside."

"Why did you do that Martine? Weren't you scared? What 
if he had come back?"

"I don't know why I did it. I guess I wanted a better 
look at these." 

She pointed to the magazines, most of which were still 
on the floor. Picking one up, she thumbed through it as 
she continued her story.

"I opened the drawer and looked at them. I was shocked 
at first but as I turned the pages I began to get 
aroused again. I got very wet, you know. I touched my 
pussy again. It felt so good, Simone. Then as I was 
starting to get really turned on I heard a noise 
outside and almost jumped out of my skin. I think I 
even pee'd a little in my panties. I grabbed a few of 
the magazines. There was a brown paper bag in the 
drawer and I stuffed them in it and ran out the door. I 
took a different route up the hill from the one Zoraima 
had gone and came straight to my room."

"Since then I have looked at them many times and 
pleasured myself. Does it bother you for me to say 
these things?"

"No, Martine. It doesn't' bother me. Remember a few 
minutes ago I told you about finding that book in my 
mother's room?"

"Yes. What was it's title?"

"The Story of O. Have you heard of it?"

"No. What is it about?"

"It's about a young woman who performs many bizarre and 
perverse sexual acts and is degraded terribly at the 
bidding of her lover. I didn't understand it then 
because I was only twelve years old. Some of it I still 
don't understand. But it describes many very wicked and 
nasty things, some of which I see are depicted in these 
magazines. I kept it and have read it many times since 
then. Sometimes when I read it, I touch my pussy and 
imagine doing some of the things I read. Do you imagine 
yourself doing some of the same things as the people in 
the pictures?"

"Yes, I do. All the time."

Simone picked up another magazine. It had a lesbian 
theme. The picture on the cover was of a woman licking 
the erect and protruding nipple of another woman's very 
large tit. Inside, the photoplay showed the women 
making love. They started out fully clothed and kissing 
each other. As she turned the pages, the women 
undressed and fondled each other. One woman seemed to 
take the lead. She licked and sucked the other's tits, 
biting playfully at her swollen nipples.

"How about this one? Have you imagined yourself like 
this, making love to another girl?" She pointed to a 
picture where one of the women was touching the other's 
pussy as they kissed.

"Yes," she replied, breathing hard.

Simone's mouth was dry and she felt a flutter in her 
stomach as she asked,

"Was it me?"

Martine's pulse was racing. Her breasts were swollen, 
aching to be kissed and sucked.

"Yes Simone, it was you. I want to make love to you. I 
have wanted to ever since I saw these pictures, even 
before that. But once I saw what the women were doing 
there, I have thought of nothing else. Are you 
offended? Please don't think badly of me."

"Oh darling Martine, she said and put her hands on the 
other girl's face. I don't think badly of you. I've 
wondered the same things as you have. I only made love 
to that one boy and I've had no other lovers since. I 
think making love with you would be beautiful. These 
pictures are wicked and very dirty I know. But I like 
looking at them, especially with you. My pussy is on 
fire from looking at them and I know yours is too. Do 
you know what I'd like to do right now?"

Her head was swimming in anticipation of Simone's 
answer as she said,

"I think so, but tell me anyway. What do you want to do 
Simone?"

"I want to watch you pleasure yourself. I want to see 
your pussy up close like those in the pictures. I want 
you to watch me play with my pussy while I look at the 
pictures. Then I want to make love with you and do 
everything they are doing."

"Everything?, she asked"

"Yes my beautiful Martine, everything," said Simone

Then she leaned over and kissed her. But this time 
their lips did part and the kiss was very passionate. 
Martine's hands found her tits and Simone almost ripped 
her blouse open in order to give her full access. She 
got the blouse off and slipped out of her bra exposing 
her beautiful and very swollen titties to Martine's 
adoring gaze and hungry mouth.

Martine just stared for a moment at the sheer beauty of 
the two marvelous globes before her. Round and perfect, 
swollen , but so soft to her touch. She put her hands 
on them and Simone moaned softly as her eyes closed. 
The nipples were beyond erect. They were puffed up and 
protruding and filled her mouth as she gently sucked 
one and then the other.

Simone gently pushed Martine back until she was lying 
flat on the bed. Then she straddled one leg and began 
rubbing her crotch up and down the thigh feeling the 
tight muscles just below the smooth and silky skin.

Martine continued sucking and licking the wonderful 
orbs that hovered just above her face. She slid her 
hand down and under Simone's pussy and squeezed it 
through her cotton panties. She could feel the wetness 
and heat of it and pulled the panties aside. Simone 
moaned out loud and said,

"Oh God, that feels so good. Touch my pussy while you 
suck my tits."

She didn't need to be told twice. She rose up, pushing 
Simone backwards until she was on her back. Simone 
unzipped and pulled her tartan skirt off, throwing it 
on the floor and watched as Martine slowly pulled her 
panties down. She raised her legs and Martine pulled 
the white cotton panties up and off.

Simone lowered her legs and spread them wide on either 
side of Martine who was kneeling on the bed. Her breath 
caught in her throat as she took in the sight of the 
pussy spread open before her. It's soft, dark brown 
pubic hair formed a perfect triangle that floated over 
the outer lips. She pulled Simone's legs up slightly at 
the knees, spreading them and as she did those outer 
lips parted revealing the beautiful inner folds and 
hood of her clitoris.

She'd never seen another girl's pussy this close except 
for the pictures in the magazines and could not believe 
her eyes. It seemed to her to resemble the most 
beautiful flower she had ever seen.

She reached out to touch it and as her fingertips 
brushed the sensitive slippery skin she felt a charge 
go up her arm and down to her own crotch, which was 
burning and very wet. Simone felt it too and her ass 
rose off the bed slightly as a wave of intense pleasure 
washed over her.

Martine cupped Simone's pussy in her hand and squeezed 
as she moved up to kiss her mouth. She moaned as their 
mouths met and Simone's body rose off the bed to meet 
hers. She was rubbing her fingers up and down the warm 
moist slit and massaging the clitoris which had become 
fully erect and exposed as Simone reached for her own 
pussy.

It was then that she remembered that she still had all 
her clothes on. 

Kneeling next to Simone, she unbuttoned the white 
cotton blouse, took it off and then undid the clasp of 
her brassiere. Now it was Simone's turn to be in awe. 
Martine had fabulous tits. They spilled out of the bra 
as she lowered it and looked like two ripe melons as 
she leaned forward, pushing them together between her 
outstretched arms.

In the loose cotton blouses and restrictive bras that 
were part of the standard uniform at Surval, all the 
girl's bust lines looked pretty similar. She had known 
that Martine's tits were bigger than most having seen 
her in the shower, but upon seeing them hanging 
pendulous before her eyes she said,

"Oh Martine, your tits are so big."

"I know. They aren't too big are they?"

"No, oh no. They're perfect. I think because the rest 
of your body is so slender, it makes them look larger 
by contrast."

She was right. Martine's lithe athletic form did accent 
their size. But like the rest of her body they were in 
perfect shape. Round and full, but erect with large 
brown nipples surrounded by lighter brown areolas a 
good two inches in diameter.

She reached up and took one in each hand, softly 
caressing and kneading them until she couldn't stand it 
any longer and put her lips to them. They were so soft 
that she rubbed her face against them, nuzzling into 
the cleavage.

Martine pushed them together and Simone rubbed and 
kissed them all over. The deep furrow between them was 
damp with sweat and exuded the most wonderful scent. 
She breathed deeply and then began to devour them. 
Kissing and sucking, she worked on each tit leaving no 
part of them untouched with her lips and tongue.

Martine threw her head back and sighed deeply. It was 
the first time she'd had her tits lavished with such 
tender attention and it felt glorious. Simone was 
kissing and nibbling them and as she licked the 
undersides her long eyelashes brushed the nipples 
making them swell even more than they already had. 
Almost a half an inch long and the same diameter they 
were tender and rubbery as Simone flicked each of them 
with her tongue. She wrapped her lips around one 
sucking it between her teeth which she then raked 
across it .

That was too much for Martine. She grabbed Simone's 
head and pushed her tit into the other girl's mouth.

"Oh yes, Simone. That feels so good. Suck it, suck my 
tit."

She obliged, sucking greedily like a babe suckling it's 
mother. It was pure bliss. The nipple, hard and 
resistant to the pressure of her tongue felt wonderful 
in her mouth and the flesh of Martine's tits, so soft 
and yielding filled her hands. Her pussy was flooding 
and she wanted Martine to touch her there again.

She stopped sucking and said,

"Martine, please touch me again. I want to feel your 
fingers on my pussy."

Martine stood up and looking down at Simone's upturned 
face, she smiled and said,

"Oh, I want to do more than just touch your pussy dear 
Simone."

And as she said those words, she dropped her skirt, 
hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and 
pulled them down.

Simone was eye level with her pussy as she reached over 
and picked up the magazine with the lesbian lovers. She 
turned the pages until she found the one she was 
looking for. In the photo, one woman was on top of the 
other with her head between her lover's parted legs. 
Her own pussy was above the other woman's face and they 
both were licking and sucking each other. 

Simone looked first at the photo and then up into 
Martine's eyes.

"I want to do this with you Simone. Do you want to?"

Simone had never thought about having her pussy licked 
by another girl, much less licking one herself. She'd 
never had her pussy licked by anyone, boy or girl. She 
knew it was done and it excited her when she had heard 
and read of it. Seeing the picture of the women licking 
and sucking each other, their pussies spread wide and 
wet instantly aroused her and she replied,

"Yes Martine. I do. I want to kiss your pussy and lick 
it just like that while you do the same to me. Please 
do it to me Martine. Please lick my pussy."

Martine dropped the magazine on the floor and straddled 
her, lowering her ass so her pussy was just above 
Simone's face. Then she spread the other girl's legs 
and pulled them back behind her arms. Simone pulled her 
knees up on either side of Martine's torso and in doing 
so opened herself up fully to her lover's hungry gaze.

Martine's pussy was spread open, inches from her face 
and Simone studied every detail of it. It was beautiful 
to her. The pink inner lips were open and she could 
almost see in the hole which was small and topped by an 
erect clit protruding slightly from it's hooded cover. 
But from her vantage point everything was inverted and 
that beautiful orb was really on the bottom. Moving her 
gaze upward, Simone studied how those delicate pink 
petals curved outward and then back in, rejoining at 
the other end of Martine's tight hole. The little patch 
of flesh that defined the area just below her pussy was 
a lighter shade of pink that darkened to a deep rose 
colored ring at her asshole.

If asked before that moment what she thought of looking 
at another girl's asshole, she might have said it was a 
disgusting idea. But right then, it was not. 

The pink flesh of Martine's taint, narrowed into a tiny 
ridge that rose in an arc and disappeared into the 
puckered ring of her asshole which was throbbing in 
time to her racing pulse.

Simone watched as it puckered and un-puckered slightly, 
almost imperceptibly with every heartbeat. It was 
amazing, lovely and perfect in it's form and color and 
without any hesitation, she put her lips to it and 
kissed.

Then just as unhesitatingly, she kissed the open lips 
of Martine's pussy and finally her clit. 

Martine moaned and a little rivulet of cum ran out of 
her hole and down onto Simone's tongue which was 
lapping at her fully exposed and very swollen clit. It 
tasted wonderful and Simone put her fingers to the 
delicate lips, pulling them apart and opening Martine's 
pussy completely. She snaked her tongue up into the 
hot, slippery hole and licked the cum out of it like a 
kitten lapping milk out of a bowl.

She returned her attention to Martine's clit, which was 
throbbing with it's own rhythm and sucked it into her 
mouth. Her nose was buried in Martine's pussy and she 
breathed in the musky scent. It was wonderful and it 
excited her all the more. She ran her tongue around and 
around the hyper sensitive pearl of flesh held in her 
sucking lips and then released it. Her tongue probed 
deeper and deeper into that delicious pussy while her 
nose rubbed against Martine's asshole.

As she had done with the other hole, so she did with 
this one as well. She pushed her nose into it and 
breathed deeply. It's scent was different, but not that 
much. Muskier and a little more pungent, to Simone it 
smelled just as wonderful, only more intensely so. 

If she had possessed any inhibitions before then, in 
that instant they were lost. She pulled her tongue from 
Martine's clutching pussy and pushed it firmly, even 
rudely up her tender asshole, eliciting a muffled 
shriek from her lover.

Martine was caught off guard and surprised by Simone's 
probing of her virgin asshole, but not unpleasantly so. 
Simone hadn't seen them yet, but the magazine that 
inspired their passionate introduction to the art of 
cunnilingus contained several images of women 
performing the same very erotic act. It aroused her to 
distraction when she looked at those pictures and 
thought of Simone doing it to her but she hadn't dared 
hope they'd get that far so fast.

For her part, Martine had not been idle while Simone 
was licking, sucking and savoring the taste and scent 
of her pussy and ass.

She had been investigating Simone's charms with the 
same intensity. The sight of her pink and open pussy, 
it's heady scent and it's wonderful taste filled her 
senses and excited her.

Being a little bolder than Simone, she had wasted no 
time in taking the tiny round pearl of a clit into her 
mouth, sucking and nibbling it before plunging her 
tongue into the soaking wet hole below. Her tongue was 
long and pointed and she plumbed the depths of Simone's 
tight pussy, using that long hot tongue to taste and 
caress every inner fold and crevice.

She was rewarded by a gush of cum that coated her 
tongue and filled her mouth. Swallowing it, she probed 
even deeper, sucking hard on the slippery pussy lips 
and eliciting a long muffled sigh from her lover.

Simone stopped licking and probing Martine's ass just 
long enough to say,

"Oh God, Martine! It feels like you are sucking my 
insides out. That feels so good. Don't stop, please 
don't stop!"

She wrapped her arms around Martine's ass and buried 
her face in it, shoving her tongue back into it's open 
hole and sucking hard on the puckered ring.

The second invasion of her throbbing and very sensitive 
asshole inspired Martine to do something else she'd 
seen in the magazine. She continued to suck and lick 
Simone's pussy, but she pulled her tongue out and as 
she sucked her clit, pushed a finger inside. Then, 
after fucking her pussy with it for a moment, she 
pulled that cum covered and very slick finger out and 
pushed it into Simone's tiny asshole.

Simone's pale pink anal ring was very tight and didn't 
yield immediately to Martine's tender invasion. She got 
in to the first knuckle and was stopped. Not about to 
be denied, she plunged her tongue back into Simone's 
pussy and sucked hard. It worked.

Simone, stopped her own probing and gasped. Her asshole 
relaxed and Martine's finger slipped all the way in.

She held on to Martine's ass tight and bit her bottom 
lip as her climax began to build. Her pussy was being 
fucked by that long and wonderful tongue and her ass 
was being rhythmically fucked as well by Martine's 
finger. Never in her young life had she imagined 
feeling the sensations emanating from her pussy and ass 
at that moment. The contractions of her orgasm seemed 
to originate from deep inside her clenching cunt and 
spread in waves through her belly, down her legs and up 
her spine into her head.

She still had enough presence of mind to rejoin her 
lover and started sucking Martine's engorged and 
distended clit. Her asshole was clamped down tight on 
the finger pushed up inside it and she moaned loudly at 
the sensation it produced sliding in and out of her. 

Simone was sucking and tongue-fucking Martine hard as 
the other girl ground her pussy into her mouth. Just 
before her climax hit her full force, she slipped a 
finger into Martine's asshole. There was no resistance. 
Martine's ass and pussy were soaked and slippery with 
cum and saliva and Simone's finger slid right in to the 
third knuckle.

They were fucking and sucking each other's ass and 
pussy in rhythm and their climaxes, hit them both hard 
at the same instant.

Wave after wave hit them, shaking their knees, wracking 
their spines. Simone's mind seemed to explode in a 
collage of color and light that played on the insides 
of her tightly closed eyelids. She screamed into the 
contracting and gushing pussy in her mouth as her own 
cum flooded Martine's tongue and lips.

Martine was bucking and trying to drive her ass and 
pussy down as hard as she could on Simone's tongue and 
finger. She shuddered from head to toe as the waves of 
her cumming washed over her and she moaned out loud.

As their climaxes peaked and then slowly subsided, the 
girls went limp. Simone's legs and arms fell sprawling 
on the sweat soaked bed cover and Martine collapsed on 
top of her. They remained that way for some time, as 
their breathing regained normal rhythm and their hearts 
beat more slowly.

A warm afterglow enveloped them and Simone at first 
very tenderly and then with some playfulness kissed 
Martine's pink flushed ass cheeks. Martine giggled a 
little as Simone's tongue flicked in between those 
sensitive cheeks teasing her very sensitive asshole. 
She returned the gesture by nibbling at the creamy 
flesh of Simone's inner thighs and then kissing her 
clit.

Both girls laughed and Martine turned around so they 
were laying side by side and facing each other. She 
kissed Simone's lips and pulled her close.

They held each other, enjoying how their bodies fit 
together, belly to belly, legs entwined, breasts 
touching.

Martine looked into Simone's eyes and then kissed her 
again before saying,

"Merci."

"You're welcome, answered Simone But what are you 
thanking me for? You are the one who brought me such a 
wonderful and delightfully naughty birthday present." 
She rolled onto her back, picked up one of the 
magazines from the floor and held it open above them as 
she idly thumbed through it's pages.

"I'm thanking you for allowing me to make sweet love to 
you. You are so beautiful Simone. I will never forget 
you." She turned Simone's face to hers, kissed her 
again and said, "I hope you will think of me and 
remember what we did today when you look at those 
pictures."

"The pleasure was just as much mine as yours Martine. I 
had thought often of how it would be to make love with 
another girl. I never imagined that it would be so 
wonderful and feel so incredible. But the term's not 
over for another two months. Surely we will have some 
other times together before we leave for the summer.?"

"Yes, of course. But you know, I'm not coming back in 
the fall. I go on to university and you will still be 
here. After that, who knows? I'm afraid I will never 
see you again."

Tears filled her eyes and she buried her face in 
Simone's neck and shoulder.

"Oh, Martine. Don't cry my love. We never know what 
life holds and we may meet again in the future. It 
makes me sad to part too. In you, I have found a 
wonderful friend and lover and I will never, ever 
forget you. Let's not be sad now and enjoy each other 
in the time we have left."

Simone, as would be the case all her life, showed a 
level of sophistication beyond her years. Somehow she 
knew that as beautiful and exciting as it had been, her 
encounter with Martine was just the beginning. There 
would be many other lovers, male and female and she 
looked forward to them all.

They stayed in each other's arms for a long time, 
missing the call to the dinner meal. They made love 
again, but not as urgently. That time it was more 
tender and gentle and afterwards they fell asleep. They 
were awakened by the chapel bell calling them to 
evening prayers. Dressing hurriedly, they joined the 
other girls going down the stairs and out into the cool 
spring evening.

But that was not the end for Simone and Martine.

They enjoyed those last weeks together, stealing away 
whenever they could to make love and explore each 
other's bodies. Then Martine completed her studies at 
Surval Mont-Fleuri and went on to university passing 
out of Simone's life as a season passes from the year.

They did meet again briefly a few years later, but that 
dear reader is another story.


END OF PART THREE

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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