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Marcia
by Principal Peter (address withheld)
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Marcia, a typical suburban housewife with a typically
unsatisfying marriage, meets a young teenage girl at a
mall, and falls under her spell. (Ff, ped, oral, affair)
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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?
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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.
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