Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2019 13:22:07 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Beverly and Ashley, (Lesbiian/ Adult Youth, oral anal, F/fF0 Adult Youth, oral anal, F/fF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: Copyright 2018 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay6969@gmail.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Beverly and Ashley By Jan I was vacationing in a very cloistered community of Short Hills of Jersey Shore community one summer and happened to see a family that had a very attractive young girl in the country club restaurant. When the girl excused herself to go to the lady's room I got up and followed her. I entered the stall next to the girl. After a short pause, I asked the girl, "I'm sorry honey, but there is no toilet paper in here. Could you please give me some paper?" The marble divider between our booths, so the only way the girl could deliver a wad of toilet paper was to exit her stall and enter my stall. (If she were to toss a wad over the top it would wind up draping me and some winding up on the floor). I heard the girl flush her toilet and the stall door open. Then there was a rap on my door. I unlocked the door and she pushed it open. Was sitting there with my panties around my ankles and legs spread so that the girl would get a good look at my pussy. I accepted from the girl's hand and wiped my pussy. I sat there as I flushed the toilet. Then I pulled up my panties as I stood up. As we approached the sinks, I thanked the girl for her kindness. I am well aware of what I look like. I am a tall full-figured chestnut hired woman. I have been told many times that I look like what Kirstie Alley did Harmon in the movie Summer School. I'm almost six feet tall in heels, 38-G breasts that draw a lot of attention, along with a curvaceous figure. The girl couldn't take her eyes off if my tits as we washed our hands. I smiled at her reflection in the mirror and asked, "What is tour name honey?" The girl smiled at my reflection and blushed, "My name is Ashley Rooney. May I ask for your name?" "Beverly Ferguson" "I can't help admiring your breasts." "Thank you, Dear! Would you like to see them?" "Oh...GAWG, yes!" With that statement, I pulled both big tits out of the top of my dress and let her look at them. "Go ahead and touch them, Ashley." I smiled as the girl placed both hands on my tits and squeezed them and took hold of my nipples. I could tell by the way she glanced at the door, she eventually realized that if anyone walked in would see her feeling my tits and removed her hands. I said, "It has been pleasure making tour acquaintance, Ashley. I hope we get to meet again." As she headed for the door she turned and smiled as she said, "Me too!", as I stuffed my tits back into my dress. Later I approached the club concierge and asked about the club's amenities. He turned out to be very talkative. When I asked about the Rooney family, he told me that Mr. Rooney was reputed to be a descendant of one of the signers of the declaration of independence, a venture capitalist that owned the mansion on the hill, as he pointed to the manor on the map beside his station. He added that Mr. Rooney thins he has quit the Contract Bridge player. I found that interesting. When I asked about his family the concierge said that the wife was a Stepford Wife, and the daughter is probably good enough to become a pro tennis player given the chance. I found the movie reference interesting, and asked why he compared her to that movie. He said that she came from old money but only thinks about fashion. She thinks like a ten-year-old. His information was interesting. I started planning my assault. I contacted an old friend that was a pro Bridge player and got him to help me brush up on my Bridge game. It didn't take long to draw Mr. Rooney's attention and be invited to sit at his table. I played a clever game-winning enough money to pay my expenses but allowing Mr. Rooney to win enough that I wouldn't deflate his ego. (You have to play your pigeon in such a way that he never becomes aware that he is a pigeon). In doing so I worked my way into his inner circle on a first name base. I was invited to his home and became a welcome guest. It was easy to flatter Mike's wife, all I had to do was compliment her on her wardrobe, and she would talk for hours. It was obvious that Mike had married Tracie for political reasons and arm candy. He had no respect for her mind. I was also ingratiating myself, to Ashly. I played tennis with her and she was very good. After working my ass off at the club or her home we would shower together. If we were alone, we would lather each other up. Ashly enjoyed soaping up my tits, pussy, and ass as much as I enjoyed soaping up her young hard body. She had the body of a much more mature person than her youthful 15-years, and we were soon finger-fucking each other at every opportunity. As Mike became dissatisfied with Tracie, I comforted her. When he asked her for a divorce I remined her best friend. When he asked me to marry him, I got a perverted pleasure out of asking Tracie to be my matron of honor and Ashley to be a bridesmaid. I enjoyed being fucked in the bed Tracie had occupied, and when Mike was away bringing Ashley into the bed and teaching her all of the ways to please me. While going through Tracie's walk-in closet, I found one of her old nursing bras. I managed to stuff my tits into the cups. It looked like a bikini top with flaps to expose the nipples. I brought Ashley into the bedroom and had her sit on my lap and wet nursed her like a baby, while finger fucking her moist pussy. I became the matron of the mansion. I took over all responsibility for the running of the household. That freed up Mike to concentrate on his investments. He spent more time in New York. That allowed me to take over all motherly duties of Ashley and spend more time not only getting Ashley a coach to groom her to enter the pro ranks, and turning her into my sex slave. Ashley was willing to do anything I told her. I found it satisfy to have her sleep with me while her father was out of town. In the mornings I would sit on my dressing chair naked and have Ashley knee between my legs and place her hands on my thighs while she buried her face in my pubic hair and eat my pussy. I would encourage her efforts with statements like; "Oh...Baby eat Mommy's pussy, stick your tongue in my cunt like a good little girl! Lick my asshole, make Mommy cum! Suck Mommy's tit!!!!" I also befriended Tracie by having tea with her and was soon was comforting her by feeling up her tits and we were sucking each other's pussy. I even set up an occasion where Tracie was visiting and we were in her old bedroom and we were on the bed naked and she was on her knees sucking my pussy for all she was worth. She never became aware that Ashley had peeked in and sat her mother's behind and heard her slobbering all over my cunt. I eventually made arrangements for Tracie to come over for what she thought was going to be a romp in the bed. When she let herself in and made her way to the bedroom and opened the door and found that I was sitting on my dressing chair naked with my legs spread and her daughter was naked and clinging to my thick thighs and doing her best to stick her head up my cunt. Tracie started crying. I crocked my finger to beckon her to come close. Placed my hands under my breasts and lifted them. My G sized tit flood over my hands like bean bags. Tracie leaned over her daughter with tears running down her cheeks as she used both hands to cling to my right breast. My areola was larger than her open mouth. She latched onto my nipple like a leach. Before the afternoon was over, I had the pleasure of watching mother and daughter sucking each other's pussy. When Ashley joined the junior Pro tennis circuit I went to her matches. We had a great time in the hotels fucking the other teenagers and coaches. I'm looking forward to joining the international pro circuit. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay6969@gmail.com.