Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2018 18:30:55 -0400
From: mxcrcf@gmail.com
Subject: Leah's Mature Friends

In the sixth grade, my older neighbor, Cassandra, walked me home from
school every day. My mother, a nurse, was busy nearly all of the time,
working unpredictable hours at a nearby hospital, and since I was young- 11
years old- Mother felt unsafe sending me home by myself. Sometimes, when
Mother knew that she wasn't going to be home, she asked Cassandra to stay
at my house and supervise me. Cassandra was compensated with money, and
simply used the time to do her homework or some other mundane action. This
all changed, though, when Cassandra started to bring her "friend" over.
This "friend" was named Amelia. Just like Cassandra, she was 17 and in the
11th grade- full figured and curvy in all the right places. Her breasts
were plump, as were her ass and thighs, but her waist was thin, and her
stomach was toned. Her skin was radiant and smooth, the color of coffee
that'd been mixed with just the right amount of cream. Cassandra,
similarly, was thin, but her breasts were slightly smaller than Amelia's.
Her plump ass and thick thighs made up for what her chest lacked.

Sometimes, when Cassandra would bring Amelia over, she'd flit over to me
and ask, in her voice that was reminiscent of wind chimes, if I'd be
alright on my own for a little bit. When I told her I would, she and Amelia
would swiftly make their way upstairs, to the guest bedroom in my house.
I'd listen, quiet, attentive, while their laughs and light chatter turned
into the sounds of gasps and moans. At first, I was unsure of what the pair
was doing. By the third time it happened, though, I was sure it could only
be the thing that my peers discussed only in secretive whispers: sex. The
idea that two girls could engage in an act of sex was new to me, and the
thought of it caused the area in between my legs to tingle like it never
had before.

Soon after I'd pondered it further and was certain that the girls were
having sex, Cass brought Amelia over my house once again. What happened was
standard- we sat together on the couch for a bit, and soon enough, the
girls snuck upstairs. This time, though, my heart was racing, and my pussy
was tingling as I waited for the girls to run off to the bedroom. As soon
as they began to moan, my pussy started to tingle even harder- it was
almost unbearable. I decided to sneak upstairs and see what was happening
for myself.

I crept up the stairs, making sure not to move too quickly, and made my way
to the guest bedroom's door. My pussy began to pound even more as I peered
through the crack between the door and the wall. There on the bed, it
seemed that Cassandra was moaning, with Amelia's head between her thick
thighs. I couldn't make out what Amelia was doing to her, but I knew that
whatever it was, I wanted in.

I pushed the door open swiftly, and Amelia's head jerked up from between
Cassandra's legs. "Leah!" Cassandra exclaimed,  desperate, upon seeing my
face. "We were just-" she started to speak, but I didn't let her finish the
sentence. "Having sex," I interjected. "You were having sex, and I want
in." Amelia sat up and wiped her face, while Cass looked at me,
dumbfounded. "Y-you want what?" Cass stuttered. I smiled wide, and said, in
the most innocent voice possible, "I want to have sex with you two.
Whatever Amelia was doing to you, I want done to me. I heard your moaning
from downstairs, and now my pussy feels like it's on fire, and I think sex
will fix it. I want in." Amelia chuckled. "Sex sure would fix it. What do
you say, Cassie? Should I go down on her little pussy?"

Cass looked me up and down, taking in every inch of my body, evaluating me.
Somehow, her actions made me lust for a taste of sex even more. "I don't
know," she sighed towards Amelia. "Isn't she a little...young?" Amelia
shook her head. "No way. If we get her started now, imagine how experienced
she'll be when she's older! She'll make girls cum with a single flick of
her tongue. I say we give her what she asks for...maybe she can be our new
little sex toy." Cassandra looked at me again, scanning me with her eyes.
"Alright," she agreed. Then her temperament changed from unsure to certain,
and towards me she barked a command- one single word. "Strip."

I began by peeling off my skirt, under which I wore my tights and pink
underwear. Afterwards, I unbuttoned my blouse, exposing my chest where my
breasts were just beginning to develop. I then removed my stockings, and
went to pull down my underpants, but Cass stopped me. "Wait", she spoke,
her voice light and breathy. "Let me." I moved uneasily over to the bed,
and she pat the spot next to her. "Lay down," she instructed, and so I lay
down on my back. "Good girl," she purred, as she gently pulled my legs
apart. My heart began to pound and the warmth between my legs grew even
hotter as she moved her long, slender fingers to the waistband of my
underwear. At a tantalizingly slow speed, she slid the underwear down my
thighs, down my calves, and eventually, pulled them off at my feet. She
then spread my knees apart even slower, and gazed down at my pussy. Amelia
peered over Cass' shoulder and did the same.

"Oh my God," Amelia said, "it's so pink and wet." She crawled next to me on
the bed, her face hovering over mine, and moved in for a kiss. She pressed
her lips to mine, with much more passion and fervor than I'd expected. I
felt her tongue dive sensually into my mouth, and we began to make out. I
had no clue what I was doing, but that made the warm feeling that traveled
throughout my body have an even more intense effect. Without breaking the
kiss, she positioned herself so that she was on all fours, her naked body
hovering only inches over mine. Finally, she pulled away, and whispered to
me, "I can't wait to get a taste of you down there."

Cass interrupted the moment by slapping Amelia on the ass. "Off," she
demanded. "I want a turn with our new little slut." Amelia obliged,
dismounting me, and Cass assumed the position Amelia had just been in. Cass
wasted no time in initiating the kiss, and she kissed me with just as much
intensity as Amelia had. The warm feeling continued to grow and spread
until it was nearly unbearable, and I reached to rub my clit. As I did so,
Amelia grabbed my hands and held them above my head. "No, bitch. Bad slut.
You don't touch yourself until we give you permission to." Those words
caused Cass to break away from me at the speed of light. "Was our filthy
little pet going to touch herself?" Cass laughed. "What a pathetic, dirty
little slut." She grabbed my face, and turned it so that she was gazing
into my eyes. "You don't touch yourself without our permission,
understand?" I nodded. "Maybe we should tie her up," Amelia suggested, and
Cass' eyes lit up. "Tie the little bitch up?", she exclaimed. "What a
wonderful idea!"

A feeling of terror filled my body, which, in a strange way, made me want
to have sex with the girls even more. "What are you going to do to me?" I
asked, my voice and body shaking from a strange mix of fear and desire.
Cass, smiling sweetly, reassured me. "We aren't going to hurt you...unless
you want us to. We're just going to tie you up to make sure you don't touch
yourself without permission. You just got to trust us, okay, sweetie?"
After but a moment's hesitation, I nodded my head once, and the girls got
to work on tying me up. They used our clothes, for lack of better material,
to tie my hands to the headboard and feet to the footboard.

"Perfect," Amelia sighed. "Doesn't she just look so pretty like that, all
tied up for us?" Cass smiled in agreement. "She sure does. Our pretty
little sex doll." Cass then proceeded to reach a tentative hand towards me
and spread my plump pussy lips apart with two of her fingers. "God, she's
dripping," whispered Amelia dreamily. "Can I go down on her, babe? Please?"
After a moment's contemplation, Cass chimed, "No. Not yet. I want to see
her quiver. I want you to make her beg."

Amelia seemed to know exactly what Cass wanted her to do to me- I got the
sense that Cass had done it to Amelia before. Once again, Amelia hovered
over me on her hands and knees. This time, she kissed me briefly on the
mouth, before softly removing her lips from mine and moving down my neck.
She began to kiss, suck, and lick down my neck- starting at my jawline,
then moving to the middle of my neck, and finally to my collarbones. The
sensation caused me to let out a couple of moans- it was as if an energy,
one of pleasure, had spread throughout my entire body. It was taking over
my mind, and all I could think of was how badly I wanted my poor, virgin
pussy touched.

However, Amelia did not satisfy my desires immediately. Instead, she
continued past my collarbones, to my chest, and to my nipples, where my
breasts would soon blossom. She took my tiny pink nipples in her mouth,
licking and sucking them. The pleasure I felt caused me to arch my back,
moaning and writhing under Amelia's body. This caused Cass, who was
touching herself as she watched us, to laugh. "Look at what you're doing to
the poor little slut, 'Melia! She's just dying to feel that magical mouth
of yours on her lady parts, isn't she?" I tried to respond, but the only
sounds that escaped my mouth were that of moans. Amelia continued on down
my torso, kissing and licking my stomach, straight down to right above my
vagina. Finally, I found the voice to beg for Amelia to touch my throbbing
pussy. "P-please," I gasped between moans, "Amelia, please touch my pussy.
Please." Amelia momentarily broke from my body, gazing at Cass for answers.
"Not yet," Cass instructed, "torture her some more."

Tears began to well in my eyes as Amelia sucked and bit the skin of my
inner thighs, right next to my burning pussy. "Please! Please, Amelia,
please, I can't take it anymore! I want you to do what you were doing to
Cass, I want you to lick me! Please!" My pleas did nothing but cause Cass
to laugh. "Not yet, slut. Amelia is going to torture you for just a few
minutes more. Amelia, start from the top. And go slower this time."

Tears began to stream down my face as Amelia worked down my neck at a
snail's pace. She made sure to spend a prolonged amount of time on my
nipples, and ample time on my stomach as well. The tears streamed, and my
pussy ached to be touched. As Amelia reached my inner thighs, I began to
cry and beg even more. "Please, Cass, Amelia," I gasped, "please, lick me.
I need it so bad, it hurts. Please, make me your dirty little sex toy.
Please." A wide smile spread over Cass' face. "Amelia, sweetie, you're
doing such a great job! Look at how she's begging for you. Pathetic." She
let out a chuckle, and after a moment's consideration, continued to speak.
"All right. Give the whore what she wants."

Slowly, Amelia lowered her face towards my vagina. She extended her tongue,
and made gentle contact with my clit. The sensation that it filled me with
caused me to scream out and buck my hips towards Amelia's face. "More," I
panted, "Amelia, please, more!". For once, she obliged. She began to lick
and suck my clit even harder as I bucked my hips up towards her face. The
room was filled with my pleasured screams as Amelia ate me out harder and
harder. Her tongue licked and reached all over my tender, young vagina,
hitting the spots I needed it most. Not too long after she started eating
me out, the pleasant sensation began to grow in my vagina before I exploded
into my first ever orgasm. Amelia, sensing that I'd come, sat up and wiped
her face.

"So," Cass chuckled as she wandered over to the bed and started to untie my
hands and feet from the position in which they were bound, "what did you
think?"

My mind was racing, and my heart was pounding at about a billion beats per
minute. I didn't think I'd be able to form a coherent sentence but, to my
surprise, one weak sentence escaped from my lips.

"Can we do it again?"