Date: Sun, 1 Oct 2006 09:53:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Norma Pettina <nrmpettina@yahoo.com>
Subject: Katy's Conflict ch 1

Katy wasn't sure what to do.
Wasn't sure really what was happening.
All she did know was that the first time they had done it she had been
drunk.
And she had blamed it on that.
But now, it had occured again and she was totally confused.
Instead of the calm, cool girl she had been, she now found herself excitable and nervous.
What in the world was happening.
When Mrs. Johnson had offered her the wine she had felt elated.
Here she was, finally being treated as an adult.
Of course, not being used to wine, she had drank too quickly.
The second glass went down almost as quickly as the first.
She remembered getting giggly and silly.
The next thing she remembered was waking up naked in Mrs. Johnson's bed,
lying next to a naked Mrs.Johnson.
Her body was sore and she had sticky stuff almost all over her body.
Slipping off the bed quietly so as not to wake the sleeping Mrs. Johnson,
she headed for the bathroom.
Once sitting down on the commode, she found she was especially sore between her legs.
The sticky stuff had clotted her pubic hair and when she pee'd it almost hurt.
Taking a wet cloth she washed her body.
Sneaking back into the bedroom she gathered her blouse, skirt and shoes.
Her bra and panties were no where to be found.
Dressing in the living room she made her escape.
After sneaking into her own bedroom that morning she laid on the bed trying
to understand what had happened.
The only thing she did know was she wasn't going to let it happen again.

But it did.
She avoided Mrs. Johnson as much as possible, but that came to an end
when Mrs. Johnson cornered her leaving her house.
Mrs. Johnson must have been watching as Katy had begun the habit of
almost sneaking from her house.
'Honey, when are you coming over to get the rest of your things?' Mrs.
Johnson coo'ed.
'Keep them' was Katy's reply, immediatly knowing what was being talked
about.
'Maybe I should return them to your parents' said Mrs. Johnson with a
sly look.
Stuttering, and becoming redfaced, Katy had replied she would be by
to get them later that day.
'Don't keep me waiting' was the reply.
When she went by later that day, to just pick up her things, it was to
be for just a minute and then head home.
Instead when she arrived she found Mrs. Johnson in a robe waiting for her.
She explained she had just come to get her things and leave,
but Mrs. Johnson evidently had other ideas.

Serving her a glass of wine she sat on the couch next to her.
Katy being sure to sip the wine just a little this time had made up her
mind this was to be the only glass.
'Now Honey, why so tense?' purred Mrs Johnson.
Mrs. Johnson, openly staring at her breasts, coo'ed how much she
had enjoyed the other night.
Katy became shaky and nervous and almost spilled her wine, saying
she really didn't remember much.
When Mrs. Johnson began feeling her breast Katy moved away and asked for
her things so she could leave.
'Why Honey, just relax.' said Mrs. Johnson as she moved closer to Katy
and began openly feeling Katy's breast.
Now trapped at the end of the couch Katy was unsure of what to do.
'How in the world did she get into this' was going through her mind.
She felt her breasts respond to the minipulations.
She began to feel warm, she was sure her face must be flushed.
Then she felt the warmth start to flow through the rest of her body.
'It must be the wine' she thought.
'Come on, Honey, you know you want to'.
'No, no I don't' came from Katy's lips.
But now both Katy's breasts were being massaged and she was finding it
harder and harder to say no.
Her breathing had become ragged and, instead of sitting like a lady as
she had been taught, she was half lying on the couch with her skirt far
above her knees.
Mrs. Johnson had had quite a few girls in this position. She knew what
to do next and how to get what she wanted.
Taking one hand from Katy's breast, she slowly slipped it between Katy's
knees. Rubbing the inside of Katy's legs her hand crept up to Katy's thighs.
Mrs. Johnson heard a sigh escape Katy's lips as her hand brushed katy's
womanhood.
Beginning a slow massage of Katy's pussy through her panties,
Mrs. Johnson could hear the young teen begin panting.
The view of Katy lying there, eyes closed, rapid breathing, breasts rising
and falling brought the old feeling between Mrs. Johnson's thighs.
Unbottoning Katy's blouse Mrs. Johnson found no resistance whatsoever.
Lifting the bra cups, seeing Katy's beautiful breasts, Mrs. Johnson's mouth began
to water.
Mrs. Johnson began teasing and then sucking Katy's breast.
Katy began moaning more loudly now.
Katy lay there, eyes closed, lips formed in an 'O' shape, as Mrs. Johnson's mouth,
making sucking sounds, attached to her breast.
Mrs. Johnson's hand between Katy's legs moving up and down in a jerking motion.
Mrs. Johnson stopped long enough to pull the little bikini panties off.
Slipping off the couch, Mrs. Johnson placed herself between Katy's knees.

Mrs. Johnson had been in this position many times, on the floor, between
someone's knees, looking at someone's crotch.
She had not always been addicted to women.
At one time she had been married and thought herself satisfied with life.
As she sat there eyeing Katy's beautiful, young bush her mind strayed
back to that time.
What had happened?
Her and her husband had seemed happy.
She had had a thing about oral sex even as a young girl.
By the time she had turned 17 she was an expert and loved it.
She had done every boy she ever dated.
Her husband had the same oral fixation she had and they seemed a perfect couple.
They had been happy, her so she had thought.
A new couple had moved in in the apartment next to thier's.
A young, handsome couple, Brad and Anna.
At first they seemed the normal, everyday type and the two couples had gotten along as well as people living beside each other do.
The two husbands seemed to get along as if they were brothers.
It finally came to past where her husband asked her to give Brad oral sex.
At first she had said no, but he had started badgering her.
Finally giving in she agreed.
The first time she did Brad was in the backseat of thier car with her husband
up front.
She found she enjoyed it.
>From then on anytime Brad and her were alone she found Brad's dick in her mouth.
Sometimes she went from one to the other.
Her Husband would be at work, she would do Brad and when her husband camne home
she would do him.
This went on for some time.
Mrs. Johnson wasn't sure it was right but her husband and Brad seemed happy.

Then one day, right after the husbands went off to work,
Anna had come flying in, extremely angry.
She had just found out what was going on and was furious.
Mrs. Johnson admitted everything and began to cry, saying it was only oral sex,
nothing more.
At that point Anna cursed her and forced her to her knees.
Raising her skirt she instructed Mrs. Johnson to suck her.
When Mrs. johnson hasitated Anna, taking the back of Mrs. Johnson's head in her hands,
forced her face into her crotch.
The scent of another woman's sex filled her nostrils.
Mrs. Johnson felt a sensation she had never felt before.
Anna, pulling her panties to one side, forced Mrs. Johnson's face into her bare bush.
Mrs. Johnson, not knowing what to do, began sucking,
just a she would a man's dick.
She heard Anna gasp above her.
Sucking harder and with more enthusiam, Mrs. Johnson began a rythmatic sucking.
Too her surprise Anna felt herself cumming.
Her knees buckled and she slowly sank to the floor.
Mrs. Johnson, now more excited than she had ever been, kept her mouth attached
to Anna's pussy.
She could feel Anna's juices filling her mouth.
Mrs. Johnson sucked untill she could suck no more.
Anna, to her own surprise, came multple times.
They both lay on the floor. Anna on her back, skirt bunched around her hips,
slowly getting her breath back.
Mrs. Johnson on her stomach, face down, resting on her arms.
After a few minutes, Anna slowly got to her feet and, without a word, left.
Mrs. Johnson, still breathing hard, started to to raise herself.
To her surprise she found she had climaxed herself.
And not just a little.
Mrs. Johnson found she had had a most wondrous climax.

After that Anna avoided her.
Mrs. Johnson tried many ways to get her alone again.
After that first time Mrs. Johnson wanted more.
The heady feeling, the wonderful climax.
Mrs. Johnson had found excitment she hadn't had in some time.
Finally, Mrs. Johnson waited until both husbands had left for work.
Using a key she had taken from Brad's pocket while she had been giving him oral sex,
she entered Anna's apartment.
Anna, looking beautiful in a morning slip and light bathrobe, sat on the couch watching
tv.
Staring, Anna watched as Mrs. Johnson came through the door.
Not saying a word, Mrs. Johnson lowered herself in front of the sitting Anna.
Pushing Anna's knees apart, Mrs. Johnson looked up to see the response.
Anna had closed her eyes and her head was now resting on the back of the couch.
Mrs. Johnson mouth and tongue started a slow journey up the inside of Anna's legs.
By the time Mrs. Johnson had reached Anna's inner thighs Mrs. Johnson could hear
Anna beginning to moan.
Anna sat there, head laid back, eyes closed, beautiful legs spread, slip pushed up past
her hips with Mrs. Johnson's head between her thighs.
Just the thought of this picture drove Mrs. Johnson to a near climax.
Pulling the panties aside, Mrs. Johnson once again began sucking Anna's pussy.
This time Mrs. Johnson was more methodical and took her time.
She wanted every second to last.
With one hand Mrs. Johnson held Anna's one leg up and with the other,
she began to masturbate herself.
As Mrs. Johnson increased her rythm Anna's moans became louder and faster, Mrs. Johnson's
hand between her own legs became faster and faster.
As Anna's juices once again filled her mouth Mrs. Johnson felt herself climax.

>From then on Anna had been her life.
As soon as both husbands had left for work Mrs. Johnson would join Anna
in her husbands bed.
They had learned all the female to female positions.
And loved them all.
Then they had been caught.
Brad came home early one day. A row had ensued. Brad took Anna away.
Mrs. Johnson had been heartbroken.
She became listless, even in bed.
Her husband soon became irritated and, eventually,  devorced her.
Mrs. Johnson really didn't seem to care.

Her start back to life had began with a cute girl that worked at the corner grocery.
Seeing Mrs. Johnson, so by herself, the girl had been extra friendly.
Mrs. Johnson, for the first time since the devorce, felt some life seep into her body.
She and Heddy became friends.
Heddy had no idea what Mrs. Johnson had in store for her,
She just saw a lonely, devorced, woman in need of friendship.
The first time Mrs. Johnson(after much dreaming and planning) had Heddy it was almost rape.
Offering her money to keep quiet afterwards Heddy took it.
There were many more times after that.
Eventually Mrs. Johnson could pay no more and Heddy never returned.
But Heddy had given her a taste for younger girls and Mrs. Johnson began to learn the
tactics of female to femal seduction.

Slowly, Mrs. Johnson came back to the present.
she could see Katy's bare breasts, bare thighs. A smile pursed her lips.
Slowly sliding her tongue in and around Katy's now wet pussy, then sucking and
tongueing, just as she had done Anna a few years before.
She felt Katy's legs clamp to her ears and a flood of wetness came from Katy's pussy.
It was good.
Katy lay there, eyses still closed, almost semi concious.
Mrs. Johnson stood and looked at her handywork.
Blouse open, breasts glistening, skirt pushed above her hips,
her pretty young legs spread, her light bush wet and exposed.
Opening her robe, Mrs. Johnson placed herself between Katy's thighs.
Pushing her bush against Katy's a sigh escaped her lips.
She began rubbing, up, down, side to side. She could feel Katy begin to
respond.
As Mrs. Johnson pushed and rubbed, she could feel Katy begin to start
do the same.
Katy began moaning loudly again.
Mrs. Johnson raised Katy's legs so they were around her waist.
The pace had quickened and both females were moaning.
When Mrs. Johnson felt Katy's legs clamp against her waist and Katy
push forward with all her might she knew Katy was climaxing.
The thought brought her own climax and they came together.

When asked if she wanted spend the night, Katie stumbled upright,
saying she must get home.
Mrs. Johnson caught her at the door.
'Let's at least button up your blouse' she said.
Katy stood as if in a dream as Mrs. Johnson felt her bare breasts once
again before buttoning the blouse.
Almost semiconcious. Katy arrived home and went straight to bed.
The next day she was totally confusing for her. She staggered through
school.
On the way home Mrs. Johnson met her and, without resistance, took
her home. She took Katy straight to the bedroom and undressed her.
Katy stood as if in a dream letting Mrs. Johnson do as she wished.
Leading the zombie like Katy to the bed, Mrs. Johnson laid her down.
In bed Mrs. Johnson laid on top of Katy and pushed her legs apart with her knee.
When their bushes met an electric shock seemd to pass between them.
A sigh escaped both their lips.
As Mrs. Johnson started her slow pumping of her hips suddenly Katy became an animal.
Rolling Mrs. Johnson beneath her, Katy's body became a runaway machine.
Pushing, rubbing, rolling her bush against Mrs. Johnson's.
They climaxed again and again.
Katy forced her face into Mrs. Johnson's bush and sucked on her,
just as Mrs. Johnson had done katy.
Katy was doing her first oral sex ever and loved it.
Mrs. Johnson and Katy came again and again. They did this for hours.
To Katy, life had become one long climax.
To Mrs. Johnson, she had her Anna back again.