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Subject: FINAL REPOST:  All of "Seducing Sara"  by Chimene
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    OOPS!  Looks like I screwed up "SEDUCING SARA" again!  Sorry, 
I'm sill getting the bugs out of this posting business.
    This time (the last?), I'm posting the whole thing, after some 
helpful advice from the anon server.
    A slight addition has been made to the first part, offering a 
description of Victoria, the narrator. 

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                          WARNING!!!
    Yes, the following story contains graphic descriptions of sex, 
and if you're underage you should STOP RIGHT NOW!!!  
    This story is about consensual sex between an adult woman and a 
teenage girl.  If such material offends you, please don't read it.

    These stories were written for my own pleasure before I knew of 
the Net or alt.sex.stories.  They reflect my many androgynous 
fantasies and my infatuation with hair.  All in all, I will even-
tually be posting +/- 30 stories.  Comments are welcome, as are your 
favorite stories of similar ilk.  

    Flames will be ignored for what they are.


    Love & XXXX,
                   Chimene   ~;-9

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     Come live with me and be my love,
     and we will all the pleasures prove . . .
                               .... some English poet before 1800


     If you can't stand the heat, don't burn down the kitchen.
                               .... Chimene 1994


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                     SEDUCING SARA 

                           by
                     Chimene d'Antan


Sara is only 15, but her little breasts are more than adolescent 
buds -- having rosy, well-developed nipples and a distinct round 
form.  To me, they are quite enticing, albeit no match for mine or 
those of the other women in my house.

Sara's hair is a rich, honey color, and flows down her back to her 
waist in gentle, thick, silky waves, shining with the vigor and 
health of youth, and terminating in a series of bouncy curls.  Her 
face is round, innocent, and her pale brown eyebrows frame a pair 
of large, wide-set and stunningly blue eyes.  Her mouth is broad 
and graced with pink, sensuous lips.  Her body is typically 
gangly, the curves of waist and thighs only hinting at future 
voluptuousness.  Her pussy is a downy mound with a tight little 
slit.  Looking at her, I could only hope that she would enjoy her 
first experience as much as I.  Even at her tender age she is 
exciting to behold, and her beauty holds great potential, its 
youthful lines and her sweet face promising greatness in maturity. 

We sat together on the couch, wearing only silk camisoles.  She 
was stiff and nervous, fully aware of my intentions.  My arm was 
around her, and I spoke softly to her, assuring her that I had no 
wish to hurt her, that this would be a far gentler introduction to 
sex than most girls received.  I began stroking her hair as I 
asked her to be frank with me about her sexual fantasies and how 
often she masturbated.  When she realized that I was not judging 
her, but actually approved of the act, she admitted to frequent 
masturbation, often fantasizing about being taken forcefully ("no, 
not rape, really, just forcefully" she said) and about sucking 
cock.  When I asked if she ever fantasized about sex with women 
she paused and then said that it wasn't that she was "grossed out" 
by it, just that when she thought of it, she would block it out, 
probably because she'd learned from society that lesbian sex was 
immoral and taboo -- a perversion.  Asked if she wanted to try it, 
she said she wasn't sure, but was willing since she liked me so 
much and far preferred life with me to life in the orphanage.

I reached up, undid the thick knot of hair at the nape of my 
neck, and shook the dark tresses free.  They coiled loosely about 
my shoulders and cascaded down my chest to caress the slopes of my 
bosom.  Sara's eyes widened and dropped slowly toward the swell of 
flesh beneath the translucent material of my camisole.  My nipples 
were already distended with desire.  Victoria, your hair is always 
so beautiful, what do you do with it?  "Sssshhh!", I cautioned, a 
long finger to my generous lips.  Although I am closer to 40 than 
I am to 30 years, I try to keep fit, for I am as in love with my own 
body as I am with those of other women.  I played volleyball in high-
school and college (I could tell you some steamy locker-room stories, 
I must say!), and since then I have played tennis, run, and studied 
Tae Kwon Do for years.  I am proud of my long, tanned legs, my flat 
stomach, my full breasts with their thick nipples and broad aureoles. 
My face has always looked too angular to me, but others find it 
attractive.  The only part I like is my mouth, which is full-lipped, 
and which appears to me well-suited to my oral inclinations.  I am 
proud of my hair, too.  Shiny and lush, loosely curving in dark 
brown loops about my face and torso.

I took Sara's face in my hands and kissed her shining pink mouth, 
gently, but for a long moment, hoping to ease her tension as well 
as to start her hormones flowing.  

She was tense at first, her mouth almost frozen, but then she 
relaxed and hesitantly kissed me back.  My hand moved down to her 
breast, sliding between the sheer material of her garment and her 
pale, almost translucent skin and, finally, slowly, onto the soft, 
warm fledgling mound.  She tensed again, and I drew back my mouth, 
looked deeply into her eyes with a loving gaze (I _do_ love her, 
for she is truly a sweet, intelligent, and entertaining girl, in 
addition to her obvious physical appeal and promise).  "Please, 
don't be frightened, my dear.  Love among women is not dirty or 
gross, it's the most pure form of love women can engage in, since 
there is no domination, no inequality of pleasure given or 
received.  Women lovers are completely equal, as is their love, 
both physical and emotional".  

As I talked, I continued stroking her hair while I began to 
massage her immature breast slowly and tenderly.  Her eyes were 
wide with a combination of fear and anticipation, and she looked 
into mine for the reassurance I so wanted to give.  I took her 
face into both hands again and said "My sweet child, I do love 
you, I do _want_ you, and I do want _you_ to want me.  Do you?  Or 
would you rather wait?"   Her eyes searched mine for signs of 
anything but love, but found only caring and a loving physical 
desire which -- almost unknown to her (I had felt the tightening 
of her nipple but a moment before) -- was beginning to infect her 
body, too.  She hesitated, thinking for a long moment before 
saying softly, her voice suddenly a bit husky, "Yes, I do."

I kissed Sara's mouth again, briefly but tenderly, my hand still 
holding the back of her head and luxuriating in the soft flood of 
her hair.  I slid my other hand down her shoulder pulling the silk 
camisole strap down with it, and dropping it to her waist.  I 
swooned at the sight of the translucent, milky skin of her torso, 
the gentle, smooth roundness of her young breast.  I cupped the 
now exposed tit and lowered my lips to the erect nipple as I 
lifted the little virgin swelling to my mouth.  I sucked gently, 
like a baby as I caressed her hair and back with long calming 
strokes.  My long dark tresses pooled in her lap.  She tensed yet 
again, and her back arched slightly, pushing her breasts in 
unconscious sensuality against me.  After a moment of sheer 
blissful suckling, I stopped, raised my head and asked her if she 
liked it.  "Yes, it's kind of nice.  You do that so sweetly, it 
makes me tingle."  Again I kissed her, my mouth slightly open, and 
this time she responded more positively, working her lips against 
mine, taking my head in her hands.  "You're so gentle with me" she 
said, "it makes me feel good about you."  

"Would you like to kiss my breasts?" I asked.  She waited only a 
moment before she nodded and slid her hands onto my shoulders, 
dropping the straps of my garment and slipping it completely down 
to my waist in a fluid and sure motion, exposing both my full 
breasts to her view.  She regarded them for a moment, and then 
placed her hands on them, feeling their ample flesh, thumbing the 
aroused and enlarged nipples, palpating them in slow tactile 
exploration.  She remarked on their feel in her hands, and then 
lowered her mouth to the nearest one and began mouthing the nipple 
and then sucking it.  The sight and feel of her hands on me caused 
a weakness in my knees and a turmoil in my stomach that caught my 
breath in my throat.  The pale golden coils of her hair slid 
between my thighs and I moaned softly: "Ooooohhhh".  I began 
stroking her head.

For a long time, she experimented with her mouth, lips and tongue, 
becoming bolder as the novel taste and feel of my warm breast 
stimulated her.  She teased the nipple, licking all around it, 
sucking lightly, and then drawing it fully into her mouth like a 
hungry child.  As she continued, she began massaging and kneading 
my tit, the plump flesh filling both her slender hands.  Like an 
experienced sculptor working live clay, she squeezed and caressed, 
even as her mouth explored hungrily, as if putting the finishing 
touches to her work.  The manipulations of her fingers and the 
moist heat of her mouth took me from a state of sweet loving 
reverie to full sexual arousal, and I wondered just how innocent 
Sara was.  I caressed her hair, burying my hands in its luxurious 
waves and rubbing my other breast with it as she sucked and kissed 
away, lovingly, but with increasing energy.  Hot waves of 
sensuality began washing up my torso from my now wet pussy, and I 
cooed in encouragement as her mouth slid around and onto my 
swollen nipple over and over again.  The fragrance of her hair 
intoxicated me. 

At last she stopped.  "Do _you_ like it?" she asked with exaggerated 
gentleness, as if _I_ were the child.  "Oh _yes_!" I replied, 
genuinely enthralled and excited, "That seems to come naturally to 
you."  "I am still just a child" she noted, both accusing and 
teasing me.  Yet again, I kissed her, this time pulling her to me 
and embracing her, reveling in the feel of her warm breasts 
against mine.  I placed my open mouth on hers and sucked 
erotically at her open lips, this time giving her a full French 
kiss.  I allowed the kiss to last but just a second though, 
wondering what her response would be.  

I soon found out.  She waited but a moment before placing her arms 
around my neck and pulling her mouth against mine and kissing me 
back with equal fervor, equally as deeply, and thrusting her 
tongue just as deeply into my mouth.  She was young, impetuous, 
and impulsive, and her kisses reflected the fact.  I had known 
this before, and had wondered how these characteristics might 
translate into sexual behavior.  But she was also quite self-
assured, and this ensured that, once she had some understanding of 
what our encounter and her feelings were about, she was no longer 
tentative.  We kissed for a long time, as she again experimented 
boldly with the forbidden, all the while -- perhaps unknowingly -- 
escalating my arousal.  It was all I could do to keep myself from 
unleashing the full brunt of my passion, especially when she 
lunged onto me, straddling my waist with her thighs so that she 
faced me directly, her buttocks resting on my legs.  
I pulled back from the brink.  "Now let's not overdo it quite 
yet," I said, laughing.  "I'm the teacher here, and I want to 
introduce you to my subject slowly and gently.  Now pay attention, 
because your next subject is the most important one of all!"  She 
looked at me, her eyes shining, a bit provocative, and expressing 
anticipation, humor, and, still, a hint of trepidation.  After 
all, kissing was really just an innocent pastime compared to real 
_sex_.  

In her new position, Sara's breasts were now thrust directly 
towards me, inviting me.  Again I lowered my lips to her sweet 
little tit and its engaging nipple as I slipped the other strap of 
her camisole off her shoulder.  This time I sucked more fully, 
however, allowing my arousal to express itself completely, drawing 
as much of her whole breast into my hungry mouth as I could.  She 
began caressing and stroking my hair.  At the same time, I slid my 
hand down her belly, pulling the drooping garment along, and fully 
revealing her torso.  Sensing my intentions, she momentarily 
stepped off the couch to stand in front of me and I used both 
hands to pull the flimsy material down past her hips, past her 
buttocks to let if slide down her legs to her feet.  She stepped 
out of the garment and resumed her position straddling my lap, her 
luscious little body once again pressing against my hungry flesh.  
All the while, I kept my mouth pressed onto her breast.  Once more 
she tensed as my hand moved to her mound and began massaging it.  
"Relax, baby, Mama wants to make you feel _good_!"  

My middle finger found Sara's slit and pressed between the lips of 
her still-young vagina.  The moisture I found there told me that -- 
although afraid and uncertain -- Sara was quite stimulated by 
my actions.  I started gently massaging her wet labia and clit as 
I sucked her breast fully, but still gently, in and out of my 
mouth, my other hand on her back, clasping her to me.  "Ooh, ooh," 
she crooned huskily, as her body relaxed again.  "You do that 
better than I do.  Can I try?"  "Mmmh-hmmh" I replied without 
taking my mouth from her, "ummmmmmh-HMMMMMMMHHHH!".  Her near hand 
left my hair and crept tentatively down between my thighs to my 
pussy.  At first she fondled me gently, running her fingers back 
and forth across the mound, exploring the abundant curly fur and 
feeling the aroused, puffy lips.  Then, with obvious experience, 
she slipped three fingers between the now thoroughly wet labia and 
began sliding them up and down massaging my whole pussy, and 
probing the vaginal opening.   

"Mmmmmhhhh," I responded as I sucked even more vigorously at her 
little teat, tonguing and nibbling the fully distended nipple.  
With the firm round breast filling my mouth, the slick flesh of 
her pussy beneath my fingers, and Sara's expert and now eager 
vaginal manipulations, I was rapidly approaching full erotic 
steam.  At last, I tore myself from her breast, at the same time 
removing my hand from her well-lubricated pussy.  I looked at her, 
and her eyes were no longer fearful, but rather filled with a kind 
of uncertain awe, mixed with obvious arousal.  "Now, honey, I want 
you to relax, lean back, and pretend you're playing with yourself.  
Fantasize about anything you want, boys, cocks; or, if you like, 
tits and cunts; mouths, assholes, dildos, whatever turns you on 
sweetheart."  I used the most graphic words I could to arouse her 
further and to introduce an element of sheer lust to her feelings.  
"Just lean back and enjoy.  I want to give you the best orgasm 
you've ever had!"

I was totally turned on by my own words as well as the sight and 
feel of this young girl-woman's, blooming body pressed against me 
and the flood of rich fine honey-colored hair draped across her 
shoulders and curling down her breast.  Her pale pink lips were 
slightly parted and glistened with moisture.  I lifted her off me, 
set her on the couch facing me and dropped to my knees on the floor 
before her.  Gently, I spread her legs with my hands.  I then 
grasped her hips, pulled them forward to the edge of the couch and 
leaned forward, bringing my mouth and face within inches of her 
pussy.  Yet again, she tensed, her thighs closing involuntarily 
against my face, and exciting me even more.  Perhaps each new 
experience was a moral barrier to cross, each one at once more 
difficult to accept yet more exciting and desirable than the last, 
the acceptance of each driven inexorably onwards by the increased 
erotic stimulation it offered.  

At first I kissed and languidly tongued the skin of her inner 
thighs.  I then gently kissed and nuzzled the deliciously soft 
golden down covering her mound, as her hands dropped to my head 
and began stroking it and twining in my thick hair.  Her aroma 
filled my nostrils and I felt my own sex begin to ooze.  Finally, 
I let my tongue probe delicately into her slit, lightly running up 
and down its moistened length, tasting the youthful juices which 
were beginning to rise there.  I could feel the tension in her 
rising, and her stomach muscles tightened suddenly the first time 
my tongue touched her already swollen clit.  

To further tantalize and confound her, I drew the little organ 
abruptly and fully into my mouth and sucked and tongued it 
lecherously.  Her hips instantly jerked against my face and her 
hands clutched my head, momentarily stopping me.  Then, she just 
as suddenly relaxed completely and slumped against the couch with 
a long partially voiced sigh which expressed a world of 
acceptance, submission, pleasure, and perhaps even sorrow.  I 
think she had her first female-induced orgasm right then, an 
involuntary, incomplete, and yet powerful little climax.  

After a pause I continued alternately sucking her clit and licking 
her whole pussy, all the while carefully avoiding any lengthy 
contact with the vagina itself, wanting to raise her awareness of 
my mouth and tongue and the wet sensations accompanying them.  Her 
hips began to move in a slow rhythm, pushing her pussy against my 
face, as her hands urged me on.  I began massaging the tops and 
insides of her thighs with my hair pressing my lips harder and 
harder against the moving mound, allowing the now freely-flowing 
juices to run into my mouth, swirling them in my mouth, savoring 
them, swallowing them.  

Sara began to moan softly.  I paused and drew back for a moment 
and asked "Do you like this, honey?" "Oooh, it's delicious!" she 
crowed, "Don't stop, please don't stop.  I _love_ it."  "What are 
you thinking about?" I asked with lewd curiosity.  Without 
hesitation she replied "Sucking _your_ pussy!".  "You wait, honey, 
don't get too greedy yet.  Just sit back and enjoy".  Her hands 
urged my face back to her pussy, and I renewed my avid feasting.  

Her hands were feverishly caressing my head and pulling me onto 
her heaving mound as I grasped her buttocks, cupping the firm 
cheeks in either hand and forcefully pulling her juicy cunt to my 
hungry mouth.  I could wait no longer, I grasped her thighs and 
lifted them, rolling her hips upward and thus maximizing my 
mouth's access to her glistening cunt.  With one swift motion I 
stabbed my tongue as deep into her love-hole as I could, tasting 
this girl for the first time.  She did not tense this time, but 
rather groaned with a surge of sheer sexual ecstasy as I thrust my 
tongue in and out of the tight orifice, feeling the slick soft 
flesh of her labia under my lip and nose, savoring the sweet honey 
taste peculiar to young pussys, and gulping the secretions with 
gusto.  

"Eat me, eat me!" she urged, "oh, oh OH!"  I knew she was getting 
close, and I mouthed her pussy with passionate abandon.  Suddenly, 
I slid my mouth back to her distended clit and sucked it hard 
while I pushed two fingers slowly into her well-lubricated cunt.  
She gasped and moaned again, pulling harder at my face and pumping 
her hips back and forth.  I thrust my fingers repeatedly in and 
out as I devoured her delectable pussy, shoving my mouth 
rhythmically against it like some blind, hungry creature.  I could 
feel my breasts swaying beneath me with the meter of my passion, 
my hair brushing my arms, my own cunt oozing the liquids of erotic 
excitement.  

Sara was very hot now and I suppressed an urge to mount her, pump 
her, and kiss her as deeply as I could.  Instead, I continued my 
strong steady sucking, tonguing, and finger-fucking as Sara's body 
and soul rose together through higher and higher levels of 
passionate sexual arousal and erotic paroxysms until she came with 
a long drawn out cry, her back arched, her hands pulling 
frantically at my head, her hips pumping powerfully at my drenched 
face, sweat coursing down her sides.  She thrashed, gripped in a 
powerful climax, her motions flopping my head around like a rag-
doll.  

I was crazed now myself, and my vagina ached to feel her mouth on 
it.  As her orgasm began to subside, I rose from the floor, pushed 
her sideways on the couch and mounted her in sixty-nine, hungrily  
pushing my inflamed cunt roughly onto her mouth and pumping it, as 
I dropped my face once again to hers.  She responded instantly -- 
there was no tension, no fear, no hesitation now, only raw desire 
matching my own -- as, with the expert techniques born of extreme 
arousal, she began licking, sucking, tonguing, and mouthing my 
swollen throbbing cunt, eating me as if it were her first (it was) 
or last (it wasn't) meal.  

I did the same, gorging myself on the surprisingly abundant flow 
of vaginal honey-dip, savoring the sweet tender folds of her cunt, 
her firm little cherry (ooh, kids _do_ excite me!), and her tight, 
warm, moist pussy-hole.  My face and mouth were slick with her 
juices as I frantically worked my mouth against her increasingly 
hot and swelling cunt.  For her part, Sara gobbled my pussy with 
abandon, her tongue sliding forcefully up and down the length of 
my slit, alternately probing my streaming hole and teasing and 
sucking my distended clit.  We thrashed and heaved for several 
long minutes, humping each other's faces greedily, our bodies 
locked together, our skin sliding with a glistening bloom of seat.  

Hungry for more stimulation, I moistened my finger in her oozing 
hole and then slipped it easily into her anus.  She stiffened and 
then began pumping her hips furiously back and forth thrusting 
first against the assault of my mouth and then eagerly backwards 
onto the violation of my finger.  Suddenly I felt her finger 
sliding into me, and at that instant we came together, moaning and 
shuddering, hips thrusting and mouths working in unison.  My 
orgasm was powerful and luscious, heightened by the knowledge that 
this was her first lesbian experience and her first sexual 
encounter with another person of any gender.  I was nearly 
delirious with the fire the touch of her young body engendered in 
me.  

Her orgasm was even more powerful than the first, and lasted 
through a series of shuddering climaxes.  At last we lay, 
exhausted, sated, and sweaty together on the couch.  For a long 
while, we tenderly continued licking each other, savoring the 
taste and aroma of the last of each other's secretions, the warmth 
that suffused our sated bodies; basking in the indescribably 
unique closeness and intimacy of first-time, lovers.  Finally, I 
turned and lay beside her, cuddling her in my arms, stroking that 
satiny, downy-soft hair, cooing sweet baby nothings to her as she 
kissed my face and squeezed my breasts.  

We slept the night through like that, and in the morning arose and 
did the whole thing over again, for she said she always wanted it 
to be like the first time "last night".  I said that often it 
would, but that we had many more experiences to explore.  "I can't 
wait" she replied, fell to her knees, and began tonguing me again.  
"Glutton" I mumbled and swooned onto the floor, unable to resist 
her surprisingly able and effective mouth and tongue, the magic 
touch of her long fingers, the sight of her young body bent over 
me, her long golden hair bathing my hungry loins.


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