Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2006 21:15:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Edna Martinez Subject: Necessary Evil (Adult/Youth Lesbian) How it all came to be remains a mystery-an enigma of fate. At least that is the way Brenda Fuller perceived it. In the very dusk of her life, when all seemed but gray and sullen, a bright star came to rescue her. And what a beautiful star, she thought-maybe the prettiest of them all. Brenda still remembers the youth's panic-stricken expression, her frailty -- the childlike nervousness in her gestures. Ashley silently uttered the innocence that only a thirteen year old flower could. And how is one to deny such natural grace? How could one refuse to help such helpless creature? When Brenda first heard of Ashley's trouble, it struck her as another futile case-a helpless journey doomed for failure. And yet, every time Brenda was on the verge of turning down the case, she felt that tingle of curiosity which made her open the folder once again. The symptoms field read: homosexually inclined. And she would then journey into the depths of her impeccable intellect, searching for an answer-a logical reason that should undoubtedly lay dormant in the recesses of her extraordinary brain. After all, she was a wealthy and successful psychologist, perhaps top in the nation. In fact, she thrived in the presence of a difficult case; the challenge gave her monotonous life a fresh breath of air. Yet, there was something different about Ashley's case. She couldn't pinpoint what it was, but it would somehow hold her interest. Thinking...imagining...wondering -- what could it be? A thirteen year old with homosexual tendencies was not utterly uncommon. It is the reason why a vulnerable rose is born with sharp thorns, or perhaps the reason life has to imminently experience death-it is just one of those things which demands the natural acceptance of those who live it or witness it. But, Brenda was well aware of this, and such realization did not disturb her. The root of her worries lay deeply embedded within her heart. At a ripe 43 years of age, Brenda owned more than her fair share of mundane possessions. Having the luck of the wealthy, material keepings were never an issue for her. All her life she had worked hard for it. Burning her eyelashes many-a-nights in college to be the very best at her craft. And once she had attained her goal of becoming a well renowned psychologist, Brenda embarked upon a successful career worthy of deep respect and admiration. And yet in the highlight of her conquests, she realized that the journey had made her a very lonely woman-a prisoner of her own solitude. She had never opened her heart to anybody, perhaps for selfish reasons, or maybe because she was afraid-but the fact remained that every lonely morning was a cruel reminder of a grim reality. She was a person with feelings, a human being with sentiments. It wasn't fair that life would deny her the chance of leaving a spiritual legacy. And besides-didn't she have needs like any other woman? That desire to be held and made love to, and yes, even fucked. She couldn't help but feel pathetic when she remembered the strenuous hours spent in the gym. Perhaps in vain, chasing another empty dream-another void promise of nothings. Deep inside her, the uncertainty of it all troubled her. Yet, her incurable mind was always set on being the greatest. And it was only when she stared into the mirror that the realization would strike her. What was all this beauty?^? Blue eyes purer than the sky, not to be contemplated. A blonde mane resplendent as the finest wool, not to be caressed. A mature anatomy, yes seasoned with the inevitable years, but lean and fit with buns of steel, only to be unattended, left forgotten in a dusk of fantasies. Many a times she would dream about a lover, an inconspicuous lover-soft lips raining her ripe body, tender kisses playing delicate tunes on her soul, warm licks laving every inch of her perfectly tanned skin-taking her places she had never been before. Oh, what a beautiful dream, but just that, a dream. She couldn't remember the last time foreign fingers had tampered with her pussy-that delicate and neglected flower, begging for care, supplicating for attention, starving for touch. But, even these days time seemed too short for self relief-so she would have to ignore her desires, and just keep cavalcading. "Sweetheart, please have a seat." Brenda said with a motherly tone-staring at the sobbing toddler. Ashley stood in front of the desk trembling with her little arms crossed and her gaze down. The room felt cold and shivery, or maybe her purpose in that room made it feel that way. She wasn't a bad girl. No, not at all. In fact, she was a sweet and loving girl-experiencing the gift of life-only an ingenious creature capturing the essence of the world. So, why did they make her feel this way? Why did she feel cursed by the world? After all, she was only responding to her instincts, a second nature that involuntarily possessed her body and soul. It wasn't her fault, perhaps it was nobody's fault-but to Ashley it didn't seem that way. When her mother found her in the toilet fingering her little cunt, it was a calamitous day. Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth ajar-floating in the mist of that little universe that she had gotten to know and learned to adore. But only for a little while, as usual, only a little while. And as she opened her eyes, to once again drink in the dirty pictures, her life had changed. "Ashley w-what are you do." The horror in her mother's face did not lie. What in the world is thi.Oh nooo, please dear goodness nooo.gawd-I have failed you! As her mother sank to the ground horrified at the pornographic portraits, Ashley had vague memories of the first time she had discovered the lesbian magazine. But it was not the moment for such reveries. No, not the time. She could feel cold tears welling up in her eyes-tears of pain and anger; pent up emotions of misunderstanding, of neglect. Yet, she could only witness the deteriorating heart of a mother, her mother. But that was all she could do. "Darling, do you know why you are here today?" Brenda inquired tenderly. Just a slight nod of the head. "Darling-if you have a seat, we can talk about it." A smile settled on Brenda's face as she observed the gangly youngster make her way to the leather recliner in the corner of the office. She had meant for Ashley to take the armchair across from her desk, but perhaps that would have been to discouraging for the infant. Gracefully making her way to the other side of her quarters, Brenda lodged on the couch across from Ashley. As she observed the trembling little girl, Brenda couldn't help but feel distressed at such defenselessness. Feelings of pity and compassion blurred her sharpness. Why not let this child be? Why not cut her loose, and let her spread her wings and fly? After all-wasn't that what life was all about? She would have known that better than anybody else. But. she had a job to do. "Sweetheart-I am here to help you, believe me. I am." "But you need to look at me." Her voice sweet and motherly. "I love your shoes. Did your mother give them to you?" Another slight nod-a bit more enthusiastic. "Ashley, you have beautiful hair. I bet you are a gorgeous little girl. Am I right?" Another nod, and then a chuckle. Yes, a change in aura-Ashley's little girl humor had them both giggling. "See, I knew there was a pretty little girl under all that beautiful brown hair." Staring into the child's brown eyes, Brenda realized that Ashley was there for a reason other than professional help. There was something in her deep stare-perhaps sadness, or maybe confusion. Her eyes implored for compassion and begged for understanding. They portrayed a soul praying for love. "Do you want some Kleenex for that runny little nose?" A slight whisper-a delicate voice. "Yes". Brenda observed keenly as the youngster clumsily whipped her nose. "Ashley, tell me a little about home. Would you darling?" And as the child went on about her favorite shoes and skirts, Brenda listened attentively. Searching for a clue, a sign indicative of the girl's affliction-evidence pointing towards the root of her unusual tendencies. And yet, she would come up empty handed, for innocence seemed to rule this little creature. And just when she was about to switch gears and change her approach-the minutest of hints. The girl's eyes blinked with fear as she quickly elevated her gaze from in between the beautiful lady's tanned legs. Inconspicuously, Brenda secured her thighs together, and pulled the hem lower than usual. She had been distracted studying her clipboard, when she caught Ashley ogling her. `Oh my-Brenda you need to focus better?" She thought-feeling a strange excitement. But maybe it was an act of destiny that she had lost her focus momentarily. After all-wasn't this clear evidence of the girl's troubles? "Ashley darling, you know we need to talk" The girl's eyes welled up with tears, realizing that she couldn't escape her fate, the reason why she sat in the office. She felt betrayed once again, but she attempted to hold her composure. "What is it? What do you feel?" Brenda inquired. And then, it was too much. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't knowwww!" Brenda could only watch as the girl ran to the very corner of the room and slumped onto the floor. "Hmmm-I guess I have a real case here." As Brenda watched television in her bedroom, her face looked absent-minded. Thoughts of her little patient flooding her mind-how could she get the child to talk? How could she ask this little girl with a thirteen year old intellect to bare her soul? "Perhaps I should show her my panties again-ha ha ha!" She smiled at her own nescience. But then again-wasn't that the only evidence she had gathered from the fruitless analysis? And isn't that what a proficient behaviorist does-but assault every piece of the puzzle until the whole sheds the truth? Yes indeed, this kid is a woman lover-she thought. "Oh come on Brenda-that is not part of your job." She scolded herself. Yet, only the thought of such lewd approach made her cunt tingle. "Goodness, am I that desperate?" She winced, contemplating the possibilities. "What am I thinking? But wait-it could be the answer!" Her mind playing tricks on her. "Ahhh.I have a long day tomorrow. I need to rest" She thought as she went to sleep. -------------------------------------- "Ashley, darling, tell me about your friends at school." By the fourth session, Brenda had established a special relationship with the youngster. The little girl was quite a talker, and Brenda was able to exuviate more than she had bargained for. Ashley revealed the sad truth of her neglect-the lack of attention from her parents. It was a tale which at times forced Brenda to abandon her craft and become a mother. "Darling I am so sorry to hear that. I love you, ok?" And it was when she caught the thirteen year old again ogling her exposed underwear, that things took a prophetic turn. "Ashley?" "Haaa" A faint gasp. "No no, darling, its ok. You can look." Brenda whispered tenderly. She gently spread her thighs further, feeling her heart accelerating. "What is it honey, please talk to me." She begged. "I-I d-don't." The girl stuttered painfully-tears welling up in her eyes. "Baby-try, please I want to help." An estranged excitement taking over her-Brenda could feel her needy cunt warming up. "I can't-I can't-I ca." And as Ashley broke out in tears of sentiment, Brenda ran to hold the child. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have.shhhhh baby. I am so sorry." Brenda consoled, holding the infant to her chest. "You know I care for you. I would never hurt you sweetheart." And in between pecks of consolation, Brenda felt a little hand playing with her erect nipple. "Ashl-uh." The girl seemed to be studying the tumescent teat-rolling it in between her little fingers. "W-would it help to see it honey?" Her maternal instinct took over-she could feel her nerves betraying her. And as the girl nodded through puffy eyes, Brenda shakily unbuttoned her shirt and bared her right tit. The girl's face immediately brightened up as she examined her new toy. It looked exactly the way she remembered it. Yes, bitter memories of the prodigious magazine that had gotten her in trouble. But this, this was different-so soft, so inviting, so real. "Ah darling-that is great." Brenda groaned as she closed her eyes and listened to her own heartbeats. Oh, it had been so long. Yes, so long that she couldn't even remember. But all that didn't matter-for she was great at living in the moment. After all-it was the story of her life. As she felt her nipple left unattended, she opened her eyes. And there it was-that stare, that innocent look of famish-a silent cry for love. "Here darling, please." sensing the child's desire-Brenda offered. Ashley immediately began suckling the distended nipple-slavering noisily, as she attempted to milk the nodule. "Hmmm.jeez child!" Brenda complained as the girl roughly fed on her nipple. Cradling the little head with a motherly arm, she couldn't help resentful tears of lost time. How beautiful to hold an innocent child like this. How gratifying to provide spiritual shelter for someone else. "Baby, do you like it?" Brenda asked, reassuringly. "Hmm.hmmm" The little girl confirmed with a childlike nod. "Ashley.ahhh.you are a great little girl, you know?" "Hmmm.hmmm" A thirteen year old saving her life? Brenda would have never dreamed about it. An infant only, yes-but so much love to give. And the world knew that this beautifully aged lady needed it. Yes, she needed tons and tons of love. As she lay in her bed silently, the excitement makes her cunt itch. A permanent smile on her face tells a tale of revival. Life was fascinating again. Who would have thought? A new life born from the depths of nothing. Yes, like a phoenix she arises from the ashes. Brenda lives again. She is in love. -------------------------------------- As she sees her favorite patient walk into the office, Brenda is confident. The child is ready for more. But why does she feel selfish? Why does she feel wicked? Yes, she meticulously planned for days now. But, she is in desperate need, and the kid seems ready-she thinks. "Ashley darling.lock the door, please." Her pulse quickens and her womb tightens. "Baby, are you ready to learn about hygiene?" "Yes." The little girl's determination surprises her. Ashley trusts her. Holding the little hand she leads the way until they reach the long couch-Brenda takes a seat. "Baby, take a seat on the carpet." She points at the spot right in front of her. Her palms are now sweating, and her pussy is moistening. One swift motion, and her soaked thong comes off. "Sweetie you need to come closer so I can teach you well." She announces nervously. Sliding to the edge of the couch, she spreads wide and reveals herself to the anxious child. "Ha." A faint gasp escapes the girl's delicate lips as she sees the exuberant blonde bush. The lush carpet of coarse hairs intrigues her. "Darling, don't be scared-here, look closely." Brenda croons as she spreads her slimed cunt petals open. The faint squish captures the child's attention, and she moves to examine closer. The warm cunt smell makes her little nose twitch. She had never seen anything like it. The juxtaposed and colorful lips entrance her. Their fullness makes them look like an alien flower-she thinks. Yes, a pinkish-gray hairy, alien flower. "Darling, do you know the importance of a clean vagina." Brenda announces with a raspy voice. The girl just nods-her eyes riveted to the twitching cunt. "Ashley, sweetheart-are you listening?" But the sight is too much for Ashley to concentrate. It scares her and fascinates her. The whole moment confuses her childish mind. Then, she tentatively reaches out. Yes, she is a curious child. With her index finger, she touches the bulbous pearl at the top of the palpitating organ. "Ha." She hears a gasp coming from upstairs-and then the flower pulses and bleeds what looks like milk. She immediately pulls back and watches as the ropey fluid slowly leaks out from the hole. Brenda can only observe as her arousal shortens each breath in her mature body. She makes no attempt to further the lessons. "Go ahead darling, its okay-that is just vaginal fluid. It's clean." She lies in desperation. The child trusts her new mother, and slowly dips her finger in the gooey cream. It feels very warm and sticky on her digits. As the little girl retrieves her soaked fingers to examine, Brenda observes as her own juices expand in tiny ropes from her heated pussy. Yes, her cunt milk was still thick and fertile. "See baby-I told you its clean." She says-slowly losing her sanity. Ashley just smiles innocently-all she wants is to be loved. "Here baby, feel the inside." Brenda whispers as she guides the little fingers to the hungry cunt-hole. The suctioning sound from the penetrating digits reminds Brenda of her own excitement. "Here, y-you have to move it in and out to clean it good." She can hardly think now. "Ahhh yes darling, you are such a good girl." Utilizing the small fingers to satiate her arousal, she lays back and enjoys the wonderful moment. Closing her eyes, she thinks of Ashley as the daughter she never had. Yes-the little girl was part of her life now. She would take care of this precious child like if it was her own. It was time for her to share her life with someone. "Baby, darling-I nehhh-need to cum inside you now." Brenda announced as she quickly stood up from the couch-the tension was just too unforgiving. Pushing her pelvis forward, she grabbed the frail little head and desperately pushed her leaking cunt onto the girl's mouth. Careful not to suffocate the infant, she slowly rode the delicate mouth until she felt her abdomen cramping furiously. And then, as her contracting womb drew all the womanly fluids from her veins, she exploded inside the thirteen year old-flooding the child's mouth to the brim with gooey cum. "Aaaaghhh.fuck-fuck-fuck. It's been so long-so so long." She cried with nostalgia, as she fell limp like a rag doll. Looking over at the beautiful child, she couldn't help but to love this pure creature. Now free of harm and in her good care, nobody would interfere with their new found freedom. Oh-living was good. The little girl had no choice but to swallow the mature lady's vaginal milk-sour and aged to perfection, making her eyes misty. A smile over teary eyes told the truth as she gulped the scorching juices. She felt loved by this beautiful blonde lady. -------------------------------------- As Brenda rolls from side to side on her bed-she feels guilty and aroused. Something deep inside her tells her that this is her chance-her only chance to recover what was lost -to irrigate with passion her now arid body and spirit. She feels angry, but she doesn't know why. Yes, it's nobody's fault but her own-it makes her bitter. But no, now is not the moment for regrets. She must capture this moment and cherish it. And Ashley-Oh, Ashley.the child is such a jewel. Has she taken advantage of the poor toddler? Was she being selfish by seizing her luck of having this prodigious child upon her care? After all-her job is to save lives and straighten minds. Yes, straighten minds, and perhaps even corrupt them if necessary. She possessed the cognition to pervert and manipulate a young and infallible mind. But to taint a child's judgment for self welfare was a prohibited agenda-it was an immoral and evil proposition. But the psychologist had learned that at times evil was necessary. Then, a wicked thought-she has so much to teach this confused child. After all that is what a good mother does. -------------------------------------- "Ashley baby, make sure that door is locked. Would you?" She sends the girl to secure the quarters with a playful slap on the little behind. "He he he." The girl chuckles as she hops to lock the door. "Come here darling, let's have an adult conversation." She says with a motherly voice. "Yes Miss Brenda." The youngster brightens up at the prospect of learning about maturity. "Child, it is perfectly okay to love other women-a woman is only blissful when her vagina is loved and nourished." Brenda is not a woman lover, but she is a master at twiddling with people's thoughts-after all it is her craft. "Do you understand me darling?" "Yes!" The confused child answers. She only yearns to love those who love her. "Sweetheart, Miss Brenda has been sad for many many years now. Did you know?" "No-but why?" The youngster inquires with childlike sorrow. "Darling, the world just chose to abandon me when I needed love." She lies to the little girl. "But I love you Miss Brenda." The innocent child answers, feeling the squeeze in her heart. "Not My Miss Brenda-no, not her." She hates the world for abandoning her lady. "Don't cry for me child, please don't cry." "Here-do you want to kiss my pain away darling?" She asks cunningly-her voice tainted in fake sorrow. The girl clumsily wipes her tears and nods enthusiastically, her eyes fill with joy. She is a sweet little girl-always eager to love. Brenda quickly unsnaps her slacks and drops them to the floor. Her white silk-underpants show a faint red streak. She feels very wicked-she is still on her period. "Darling, approach me-come make me happy." She announces-rolling her panties off and draping her left limb on the arm of the couch. The little girl immediately obeys and positions herself. The cunt smell is raw and pheromone filled. Warm enough to maker her squint and feral enough to make her giddy. It is an assemblage of mature arousal and natural menstruation. "Ashley-sweetheart, if you love me properly, you will make me very happy for a while. Would you like that?" Brenda inquires tenderly. "Yes Miss Brenda. Yes." The youngster answers jubilantly. "Well, very well child.this is what I want you to do." "Bring your sweet lips here and suckle on my clitoris until I tell you to stop." Brenda's fingers shake heavily as she bares the erect little organ from its sheath. "Here darling, have at it-love Miss Brenda." She announces-holding the stiff unsheathed nodule. She eagerly waits for the child's lips. "Oh my goooo-ahhh." It hits her like a thunderbolt-separating her spirit from her flesh. Oh.sweet little lips loving her dearly. Vague memories of a solitary woman. She loves life again. "Ahhhh-darling, you are sucking it just right. You are such a sweetheart." She can feel her cunt dripping heavily. A string of dense cum threatens to hit the carpet as it hangs from her hole. She is ready to ejaculate. "B-Baby, quit for a moment. Here.put your lips here." She demands erratically-positioning the child's mouth over the menacing hole. "Just use your tongue sweetie-use it like the darling little girl you are." "Oh yes-gawd yes" Her toes curl uncontrollably and she accidentally bites her tongue. She senses a prominent discharge. Yes-this child's loving is capable of draining her body of life. And then she can't hold it any longer, her vaginal muscles grow weak and tender-its time to profess her love. With a guttural grunt, she relaxes her cunt and pushes with all her strength. The hot cum inundates the girl's mouth, squirting violently out of her delicate nose, as she tries to avoid suffocation. `It is a beautiful scene'-Brenda thinks as she sees the little girl fighting to catch her breath with teary eyes. "Ashley-Darling, are you okay?" She cares like the good mother she is. The girl nods with tears in her eyes. She sobs with a childish smile. She loves Miss Brenda. Miss Brenda is happy. -------------------------------------- These days nothing seemed like before. Brenda clearly hears the breeze and the birds. She smells the trees and the rain. She relishes the sun rays and loves the moonlight. Her sovereign spirit knows no boundaries. She lives forever. As she drives to pick up the youngster, feelings of envy invade her heart. She wishes the child with her every day. But two days would have to suffice for now. "Yes madam, I'll take good care of her." She assures Ashley's mother. As they drive down the road of towering trees, they love each other. Lady and child peregrinate to their fate. It is the highlight of their lives. "Are you ok sweetheart?" "Yes Miss Brenda!" She says lovingly. As Brenda stares at the bubbly little girl, she bites her lower lip-she has an idea. "Darling, give me your pretty little hand." Draping her white summer skirt to mid thigh, she directs the little hand to her warm pouting cunt. The little girl chuckles innocently as she feels the slimy lips. Her lovely lady is not wearing panties. Instinctively, she sinks her frail middle finger and begins loving the beautiful lady. The child is well coached. "Waooo Miss Brenda!" She sings as she takes in the huge house. It reminds her of fairy-tale palaces. "Do you like it?" Brenda asks lovingly. "Yes-yes-yes I do!" "I am so glad you do darling." Brenda croons as she holds the girl in her arms and places a wet kiss on her nose. "It's your house sweetheart." -------------------------------------- Time flies in the company of love. Brenda pampers the child indefinitely. Ashley is the princess of her once icy palace. Oh-lovely weekend.please never end! "Awww that darling tongue of yours!" She complains as the warm tongue laves her sweaty armpit. Yes, it had been a lovely afternoon. The day was humid, but the sky was unblemished. Brenda couldn't remember the last time she went hiking. She used to love it. But, that was a long time ago. They had so much fun together in the outdoors-lady and child together under the comforting skirts of nature. Perhaps, tomorrow they will do it again-perhaps they will do it forever. But they can worry about that later. Now is time for loving. As Brenda lies blissfully on the satin sheets, the fan caresses her sensitive pores. The air is warm and musky-alive with the scent of her perspiring limbs and her ripe cunt. "Sweetie, the other one-please." Brenda croons as she directs the little girl to lave her other slick armpit. The sensation is extraordinary. Broad tongue strokes caressing her erogenous axilla. The child is a marvelous lover. Oh-what an incredible conquest. "Darling, now love my breasts." The tumid rubbery nipples remind the child of their first encounter. As she suckles tenderly, she closes her eyes and imagines beautiful things. She wishes Miss Brenda was her mother. She suckles and suckles until her lady calls to her. "Child, let me show you something." Brenda susurrates as she brings her knees to her chest. Her body still allows such malleability. She pushes her butt cheeks apart and bares her anus to the little girl's gaze. The grayish winking orifice captures the child's attention. It looks live and resilient. Caressing the girl's hair, she points towards her live anus and announces her proposal: "Darling, would you love me there? Miss Brenda needs your sweet little kisses." The child smiles and places a brief kiss on the winking orifice. It feels so warm in between the ladies firm cheeks. She places another one and looks up at Miss Brenda. The beautiful lady smiles and instructs her to user tongue. She does as she is told. She is a great kid-an innocent puppet of love. Brenda wakes up to the sound of dry leaves rustling. She looks at the clock in her night stand-it reads 3:07AM. She clears her eyes and suspires. Her heart feels joyous but she doesn't remember why. Then, she hears a little snore and smiles. Oh-beautiful love. She contemplates the child with tenderness. Her little face still soiled with dry cum from their last love making. She wishes again to have a daughter. Ashley awakens to the sound of Brenda emptying her bladder. She turns to her side and smiles at the wonderful lady sitting on the toilet. `She looks like an angel' the child thinks. Brenda immediately feels her cunt coming alive. She is insatiable. Squeezing out the last remaining drops of pee, she quickly gets up and walks towards her lover. She can still feel her vagina dripping, but the throbbing on her clit is just intolerable. Straddling the little head she rides the fragile mouth with passion. She utilizes her hips in an elliptical motion. She is making sweet love. An hour later, she furiously unloads her hot cunt milk inside the tender child-obscenely filling the little girl's throat with bubbling cum. Such a lovely way to end the weekend. -------------------------------------- After they take a hot soothing shower together, they hold each other under fresh linen. They fall asleep and dream together. They dream about the past, the present, and the future. They dream about forever-about 43 year old ladies, and 13 year old lesbians. They dream about freedom, about spiritual independence-self dignity and respect. They dream about a perfect world. They dream about a life together. They dream about love. The End If you liked my work let me know about it.