Date: Fri, 12 Nov 2021 16:39:03 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Halloween Teen Treats, 1979 III The freshman basketball game had ended, and 14-year old cheerleader, Tammie McEnroe began her walk from the Canyon High School gym to her home in Anaheim Hills, California. It was not a particularly long walk, and she did it most days. Sometimes her older sister, Karen would give her a ride, but as a senior, and a Song Girl, their schedules rarely coincided. Tammie was wearing a light jacket, and was still in her lightweight brown and gold cheerleading uniform. The girls in California didn't wear pantyhose under their tights, and Tammie's legs were already getting cold in the short skirt. Usually, Tammie would walk home with her best friend, Jennie Segerstrom, but Jennie had stayed home that day with a case of the sniffles. Turning onto E. Santa Ana Canyon Road, Tammie noticed a brand-new gold, Cadillac Sedan de Ville pull up and park about 100 feet in front of her. A woman exited the car. It was Mrs. Simpson. "Honey, you shouldn't be walking home. It's already getting dark. Jump in the car, I'll give you a ride." Mrs. Simpson lived a few blocks from the McEnroe home, and Tammie had known her for years. Mrs. Simpson was known throughout the neighborhood as a "Fox," but also as a kind lady and good neighbor. What the neighborhood didn't know was that Tammie and Jennie had had a mini-orgy with Mrs. Simpson in her hot tub on Halloween night. No one, especially Tammie's parents, had any suspicions. As that was now a couple of months ago, the two teens felt that they were free and clear of any possible trouble at this point. Both girls had greatly enjoyed themselves, and the memory gave each girl a tremendous amount of masturbation material for the shower and late at night. What Tammie and Jennie didn't know was that Mrs. Simpson, and Jennie's 17-year old sister, Karen, were part of an older / younger lesbian "pay for play" club that met regularly, and that beautiful, blonde Karen was the featured attraction. Tammie graciously accepted Mrs. Simpson's invitation for a ride. When Tammie opened the door, there was already a female passenger inside. Rather than getting in the back seat, the passenger got out to allow Tammie to sit in the middle of the Cadillac's big, bench seat, between the two ladies. As Mrs. Simpson waited for the traffic to clear so that she could pull out from the curb, she was about to introduce the pair, who were already talking. The passenger had coincidentally been Tammie's junior high P.E. teacher, Miss Hamilton. Now that she was no longer a student, she asked Tammie to call her Colleen. Colleen had played tennis in college, and for a short time tried to make a go of it on the pro circuit. When that didn't work out, she became a junior high P.E. teacher. Tammie estimated that Miss Hamilton was between 28 and 30 years old. A pretty woman, still in fit shape, she wore her blonde hair in a sort of Dorothy Hammill wedge haircut, which was very practical for an athlete in 1979. Mrs. Simpson explained that she and Colleen belonged to the same "social club," and that they were about to go over to Mrs. Simpson's home for some hot chocolate on this chilly day. Mrs. Simpson said to Colleen that she and Tammie were "old friends," and that she was certainly turning into a beautiful young lady. Colleen quickly agreed, and noticed that Mrs. Simpson was rubbing her hand on Tammie's bare upper thigh. Stating that she didn't have to be home right away, Tammie agreed to join the two women at Mrs. Simpson's home to warm up with some hot chocolate. She hoped that it would be more. Colleen and Tammie took off their coats and sat on the couch to reminisce. Mrs. Simpson began boiling water for the hot chocolate. Tammie began to shiver in her skimpy cheerleader outfit, and Colleen began to rub Tammie's bare shoulders to warm her up. Colleen noted Tammie's pretty scent and ultra-soft 14-year old skin. Colleen said out loud so that Mrs. Simpson, in the kitchen, could hear, that Tammie was one of the prettiest 8th graders in the school last year, and she was certainly not surprised that she was already a high school cheerleader. Collen put an arm around the pretty, blonde teen to continue to try to warm her up. The P.E. teacher wasn't pretending to be overcomplimentary in describing Tammie's beauty. Colleen would often hand out towels when Tammie or any of the other pretty little girls were showering after P.E. class. She enjoyed watching that magical one-year transformation from flat-chested, bald-pussied 7th graders, to budding and blossoming 8th graders. Tammie was among the 8th graders who had matured the fastest, and she enjoyed sneaking a peek at Tammie's perfect ass and blonde pubes as she showered. Many a night Colleen had masturbated to the mental image of the naked 13-year old. Now she was sitting next to her. Colleen was fighting the urge to put her hand underneath Tammie's cheer skirt. Mrs. Simpson brought three cups of hot chocolate on a tray. Each took cautious sips to ensure it wasn't too hot. Mrs. Simpson had made sure to cool them down a bit with some cream. Colleen still had her arm around Tammie's shoulder, and began to play with her straight blonde hair as she sipped her hot chocolate. Mrs. Simpson began to try to close the deal: "Tammie, Colleen is a 'special friend' of mine just like you. I'm pretty sure that she thinks that you're just as beautiful as I do." Colleen shook her head in agreement, and put her hot chocolate down so that she could kiss lightly Tammie's neck without spilling it on her. "Colleen came over here today so that we could enjoy each other. I think we would both love it to death if you would join us." Colleen placed a hand on Tammie's cheerleading uniform, and began to squeeze one of her perky, little breasts. Tammie moaned, and reached under her cheerleading skirt to briefly touch her pussy. The trio adjourned to Mrs. Simpson's bedroom. Tammie had only been in the living room and the hot tub on Halloween night. Mrs. Simpson always kept her bedroom door closed when neighbors were visiting. Colleen held Tammie's hand as they entered the room. Tammie was surprised to find a king-size water bed, and mirrors placed strategically around the room, including the ceiling. It was explained that the lone painting in the room was a gift from a friend. It was an oil painting depicting the Greek lesbian poet, Sappho in a naked embrace with an obviously very young girl. Tammie started to pull off her top, and was quickly stopped by Colleen. Tammie seemed confused. "Give us a cheer first," Colleen explained. "Oh, that would be nice," Mrs. Simpson agreed, clapping her hands. Both women sat on the edge of the water bed. Tammie noted that the ripple caused was very small and gentle. "C-A-N... Y-O-N!" came the enthusiastic cheer, with all the requisite arm motions, and a sexy high kick at the end which displayed a flash of Tammie's upper thighs, and her yellow / gold cheerleader tights. The two women smiled and applauded. "Honey, can you get undressed real slowly?" asked Collen. Both women were fully dressed, and Colleen began to caress one of Mrs. Simpson's large breasts in rapt anticipation. Tammie giggled knowing that the two women wanted an extra show, and a deep gander at her developing teenage bod. Tammie had learned from the older cheerleaders how to gyrate her hips in order to make her cheer skirt sway seductively. She employed that technique now. Her little pleated skirt would flip up just enough from time to time to show off her crotch or her little butt in the team-color tights. As Tammie continued to sway, she removed her cheer top, revealing a recent invention, a grey sports bra. Both women recognized it immediately. It was a particular godsend for women with larger breasts who liked to participate in athletics without the annoyance of their boobs bouncing in every which direction. Tammie's boobs were probably not big enough to need a sports bra, but it was considered part of the uniform, and it looked cute on her. A moment later, her sports bra was off, and being waved over her head like a lasso. Colleen deliciously noted how much Tammie's breasts had grown in the year since she had been a precious 8th grader. Mrs. Simpson thought to herself how much Tammie's pink nipples looked like her sister Karen's at an almost similar age. Topless, Tammie began to laughingly shimmy her small breasts from side to side, while continuing her little swaying dance. Tammie reversed her skirt so that she could reach the zipper more easily. The short, brown skirt quickly fell to the floor, and Tammie kicked it out of the way. Tammie was now down to her yellow / gold tights. They were almost cut like form-fitting granny panties in that they extended almost up to the waist, and were made in a way that butt-cheeks never got around them, no matter how much teenage boys prayed that they would. Never having been cheerleaders, the women were surprised to find Tammie wearing a small, white pair of bikini panties beneath the tights. This was the last line of defense for a teenage cheerleader. No one wanted the school scandal of a pussy peeking through on a high kick. Tammie inserted her hand inside her panties and began to rub. Tammie considered that a fitting finale to end her little striptease show. The two women applauded and cheered. Colleen couldn't contain herself, and jumped from the bed, kissing the teen while rubbing one of her small tits with her hand. Colleen was heard to mutter, "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you." In what seemed like seconds, the trio were naked. Tammie, eager to continue showing off, did an acrobatic somersault onto the large water bed, causing a wavelike ripple across her small frame. Colleen had the body of an athlete: Sturdy, muscled legs, and a solid ass from thousands of hours on a tennis court. Colleen's body was lean, so there was very little fat available for her tits, which were comparatively small. Mrs. Simpson, as had been described before, was a similarly athletic woman, at 5'10," she was more than a little intimidating, with large, natural tits. Mrs. Simpson jogged nearly every morning to stay in shape for her young lovers. Still somewhat thin as a 14-year old, Tammie's pubic bone was pronounced, and her thin, wispy patch of blonde pubic hairy was silky like her sister's. Collen's pent-up desire for the young girl got the better of her, and she attacked Tammie's pussy with her tongue without so much as a "how do you do?" Mrs. Simpson cradled the teen's blonde head in her lap. Her time would come Tammie spontaneously grabbed Colleen's short hair in a fit of orgasm. Tammie blurted out "Fuck me Miss Hamilton, to her own astonishment. Colleen continued eating Tammie's young cunt until she almost had to be physically removed by Mrs. Simpson. Tammie had masturbated many times to the memory of Mrs. Simpson's big tits, and made sure not to waste the opportunity. Sticking her head between the D-cup breasts, Tammie made Mrs. Simpson laugh by making motorboat sounds as she slapped her face between Mrs. Simpson's firm boobs. Tammie laid on her back to lick and suckle Mrs. Simpson's nipples. Colleen took the opportunity to poke, prod, and finger-fuck Tammie's blonde pussy. She was relentless. Mrs. Simpson suddenly became concerned. Looking at her watch, she handed Tammie the phone. "Do you think you should tell your parents you're O.K.? Um, tell them that I picked you up while you were walking home, and we're drinking hot chocolate... and not pussy," she laughed. With Mrs. Simpson now licking between her teenage legs, and Colleen kissing and licking her young breasts, the conversation went something like this: "Hi Mom. Yes, they won. I decided not to stay for the varsity game, and Mrs. Simpson saw me walking so she picked me up in her Caddy. Man, is it nice! Anyway, we're drinking hot chocolate, and I'll be home in a bit. Love you. Bye." As soon as the phone was hung up, the three exploded in laughter at the absurdity of the situation. Both women complimented the teen for managing to keep her cool while her pussy was being licked. Both women were sad to see Tammie get dressed to go home. Mrs. Simpson offered to drive her, but Tammie thought it would be less suspicious if she walked home. Colleen embraced the 14-year old, and gave her a long opened mouth kiss. Colleen didn't know if she would ever see the young girl again, let alone fuck her. She already missed the teen, and she hadn't yet walked out the door. Once Tammie was dressed, both women looked her over closely to ensure that there were no traces of their eventful early evening together. The two naked women peered out the window as the teen cheerleader skipped a bit on her way home. Returning to the bedroom, Mrs. Simpson put on a strap-on for the pleasure of her younger, P.E. teacher lover. Colleen enjoyed the dildo in all three orifices. When Karen returned home, she asked her little sister why she hadn't stayed for the varsity game? Tammie had no particular reason, she just didn't feel like it. She mentioned that Mrs. Simpson had picked her up when she walking home, and made hot chocolate for them. "Mrs. Simpson?" Karen thought to herself. "I just wonder?..." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Karen was home alone studying one Sunday morning when the doorbell rang. It was Tammie's cute little friend, Jennie, a frequent visitor to the house. "Hi Karen, is Tammie home?" Jennie asked with a big, friendly smile. "No, Jennie. I'm sorry, she's not." Karen replied. She went with my parents to Camarillo to visit my Aunt Susan. I'm pretty sure they'll be gone all day. I stayed home to study." "Oh," said Jennie, her smile dropped in disappointment. "Look, come on in," said Karen. "You can keep me company." Jennie's broad smile returned. Even though it was a cool morning, Jennie was wearing little white shorts and flip flops. A grey USC sweatshirt was the only thing keeping her warm. Karen held the door as the 14-year old entered. Karen admired how Jennie's brown ponytail swayed from side to side, and her little ass jiggled as she walked. The girls sat at the kitchen table where Karen had all of her books open. Karen was an A student, and Tuesday's English test was of no significant consequence, so she closed her books to talk to Jennie. This was a rare occasion where just the two of them could talk. Karen liked Jennie very much, and she appreciated what a loyal friend she had always been to her little sister. Karen asked Jennie about her classes, the freshman cheerleading squad, and finally, if there were any boys that she liked? Jennie answered the other questions fluidly, but suddenly hemmed and hawed when she was asked about boys. Karen had been in that position before, so she would date an occasional boy to keep that question from being asked. She would always defer to school being her top priority, as well as getting into the college of her choice. As everyone knew that she was an outstanding student, and could date almost every boy she wanted, everyone bought her answer without question. After all, there would be plenty of time to meet the right boy. Karen looked at Jennie intently and said, "You really are becoming quite the little cutie, Jennie. I just want to ask you one simple question: Have you and Tammie ever 'done it?'" The question hit Jennie right between the eyes. She had no idea how to answer, so she simply lowered her eyes to avert Karen's gaze. Karen grabbed both sides of Jennie's face and forced her to look her in the eye. Jennie was tearing up in fear of being reproached for being a lesbian, even if she had only done it the one time. "Look, Jennie," Karen intoned. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. You're two beautiful girls. It was probably inevitable." Karen looked at Jennie kindly, and added, "Heck, Karen is a lucky girl." Jennie was able to produce a little smile through her tears. Karen reached over an hugged her, and assured her that everything would be O.K., and that she would never tell a soul. Karen wiped Jennie's eyes with her fingers, and surprised her with a kiss on the lips. Jennie's eyes opened wide in stunned wonder. "Jennie, you're a really beautiful girl. I think we can have a really good time if we make love." Karen reached for one of Jennie's hands, and pressed it to her breast. Jennie was speechless, but nodded yes, and closed her eyes and puckered her lips in anticipation of a another kiss from her masturbatory dream girl, and Canyon's Homecoming Queen, Karen McEnroe. She could almost imagine fireworks going off in her head. Karen held on to Jennie's jiggling ass as the couple made their way to the upstairs bedroom that Karen and Tammie shared. Jennie had been in that bedroom countless times to hang out, do homework, and for sleepovers with Tammie since they were both in elementary school. Jennie had enjoyed watching Karen, three years older, grow up from a breathtakingly cute little girl, into a stunning, sexy young woman. Karen pulled the sweatshirt up over Jennie's head, and unbuttoned Jennie's little white shorts and pulled them to the floor. Jennie was standing in only a white A-cup bra, and white cotton bikini panties. Jennie's little body was slender and still developing, but she was as cute as she could possibly be to the 17-year old beauty queen. Changing clothes in that bedroom, both girls had frequently seen the other undressed many times over the years. However, they had obviously never touched. Both had their little hairs on their arms raised in anticipation. Karen now stood majestically naked in the middle of the room. Her 36-C boobs stood proudly, her pink nipples erect like little pencil erasers. Jennie took a deep breath as she devoured Karen's perfect ass and silky blonde bush with her eyes. As Jennie undressed completely, she suddenly felt inadequate in Karen's presence. "What did the prettiest girl in school want with a scrawny little freshman?" Jennie thought, and covered her little naked boobs with her arm. Karen sensed Jennie's discomfort, and lowered her arm with a kiss. "You're beautiful," Karen reassured her. Karen was more of a romantic than her little sister. Turning on the radio in search of a slow song, radio station KMET was playing "Peaceful Easy Feeling" by the Eagles. Karen extended her arms for Jennie to dance with her. Karen could feel goosebumps all over Jennie's body as the nude teenagers swayed to the music, their breasts pressed together in a tender embrace. Both girls placed their hands on the others firm ass as they danced in the small space. When the song ended, Karen kissed Jennie again, and led her to her bed. Jennie had slept in that room dozens of times, but always in Tammie's bed, where they had never done more than kiss... once. Karen turned off the radio. She wisely decided that she wanted to be able to hear if anyone drove up unexpectedly below. Naked, and crawling into Karen's bed for her dream of lesbian sex with the teen beauty, her best friend's sister, Jennie felt as if she were having an out of body experience. She had fantasized about having having Karen hold her in her arms and kiss her, but she had never actually believed that such a thing would or could ever take place. Besides, she had always assumed that Karen liked boys. Crawling on her knees to find a comfortable position on the bed, Jennie received a playful slap on her firm little ass from Karen. Karen, who by now had had many lesbian encounters through Mrs. Simpson's "social club," doubted that Jennie was very experienced, so Karen would give her the "C" or "D" ticket ride, and not the full "E" ticket ride that the "club" members sometimes required from the willing 17-year old blonde beauty. Jennie laid prone on the bed, as if frozen. Jennie's thin, long legs were barely open wide enough to slip a credit card between them. Karen would have to loosen Jennie up. Karen laid beside Jennie, and turned her gorgeous naked body toward the teen. She kissed one of Jennie's little A-cup boobs and told her to "relax and enjoy it." Karen returned to kissing and rubbing Jennie's little boobs before progressing down Jennie's 14-year old body with her tongue and roaming hand. Karen paused at Jennie's flat stomach, and caressed the area with her soft hand. Jennie giggled self-consciously when Karen began kissing and licking her "inny" belly button. Karen continued her journey down Jennie's young body with her hand tracing the exterior of Jenny's pussy. Jennie's hair was dark and course, far different from Karen's blonde silky pubic hair. At only 14-years, Jennie's pubic hair was at best, sparsely populated. It was well known that only "babies" had bald pussies. Most girls started getting pubic hair in the 7th grade, or 8th at the latest. Karen only knew of one young model who purposely shaved her pubic area. The twin beds in the shared room were not designed for two. Space had been getting tighter during Tammie and Jennie's sleepover's as they continued to grow. They had managed to make the best of it, sometime hugging each other. Space was now especially tight for Karen and Jennie while having sex on the small bed. Karen had to reposition the teen in order to get between Jennie's legs. Jennie was now at the very head of the bed. She got up on her elbows to watch as Karen approached her pussy. She wanted to remember this forever! Karen licked Jennie's legs and inner thighs. Jennie's pussy soon began to drip in anticipation, her lower body actually twitching. Karen went in slowly but surely. Jennie's body involuntarily spasmed as Karen's tongue entered her tight pussy. The reality of having sex with Karen was every bit as satisfying as the fantasy, and Jennie experienced multiple orgasms in rapid succession. Jennie screamed loudly, "Oh God!" during the first orgasm. Karen quickly had to put a hand over Jennie's mouth even though no one was home. Both girls laughed at the situation. Jennie was accidentally embarrassed by Karen when she said, "I've watched you look at me when I've undressed. Is there anything in particular that you'd like to do?" Jennie was red-faced began to try to swallow one of Karen's large breasts whole while pinching the nipple of the other. Jennie's fantasies of Karen had always involved her magnificent breasts. Not knowing if she would ever have another opportunity, Jennie kissed, suckled, and ravished her breasts with a skill and tenacity beyond her years. Karen too had a fantasy: She positioned Jennie's slim body on top of hers, and instructed her to "pump like a boy." Karen held on to Jennie's little ass as she forced her body into Karen's crotch from the missionary position. Karen wanted to tongue Jennie's little asshole, or at least stick a finger deep inside, but Jennie had demonstrated with her inexperience that she needed to stay on her lesbian training wheels for a while longer. Realizing that Jennie would need to learn to eat pussy sometime, Karen stood up on the little bed to straddle Jennie's face. With no way to move, Jennie began to lick the pussy that was practically covering her face. Jennie was a little awkward at the task, but she was game in her efforts. Karen brought Jennie's hands to her breasts to squeeze them. Neither had realized it, but hours had gone by. Jennie kissed Karen as she started to dress, and thanked her for doing something that she had only dreamed about. Karen smiled. Jennie was a nice kid. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This would be the only time that Jennie and Karen would make love. Now nearly 60 years old, the memory was forever embedded in Jennie's memory. Jennie never told Tammie, and doubted that Karen had either. Karen was accepted into several universities, and chose the University of Texas for pre-law. Austin had become the most cosmopolitan city in the state of Texas, and Karen had little trouble finding female companionship of varying ages and races. Without Karen's star-power, Mrs. Simpson's lesbian "social club" gradually withered away. Mrs. Simpson didn't have the heart or low moral character to try to "turn out" Tammie or Jennie. By the early 1980's, lesbians were coming out in the open. There were enough girls "giving it away," that a club like Mrs. Simpson's became less needed. Mrs. Simpson continued to bake for the neighbors, and eventually Colleen Hamilton, the P.E. teacher openly moved in with her. "Mrs. Simpson" dropped the pretense, and asked that everyone simply call her Kim. With the beautiful, buxom "Mrs. Simpson" no longer an imagined threat to their marriages. This unexpected "coming out" was greeted warmly by the neighboring housewives who embraced the couple. Their husbands were less than delighted though. Another fantasy ruined. Jennie and Tammie remained life-long friends. They felt too much like sisters, so any ongoing sexual relationship simply felt awkward. They began dating other girls more openly while in college. Both girls came out to their parents while in their early twenties >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The End Please support this great site.