Jonathon Black - The family Man

“Now we can sit down,” Jo said excitedly, totally at ease in her nakedness before her friend and confessor. “C'mon, Brenda. I'm really anxious to talk about this stuff.”

“Just a minute, dear,” Brenda said throatily. “You don't mind if I get comfortable too, do you?”

“Oh, heck, no. Go right ahead.”

Jo looked out the window to make sure her dad's car hadn't come back, and when she turned around again, her jaw dropped. The brunette had kicked off her shoes, shed her blouse, and was fumbling with the button and zipper that held her skirt up. She had never seen a grown woman's tits, and was intrigued by the fact that they were no larger than her own.

“These damn skirts are only good for one thing,” Brenda muttered testily as she struggled to get it off. “The guys can get to it a helluva lot faster.”

“Get to what?”

The woman's head snapped up and she looked at the girl with a blank stare, as if she hadn't heard right. Then the corners of her mouth turned up and she smiled merrily. “I forgot. Never mind. We'll get to it in a minute.”

Jo gulped and licked her lips nervously when Brenda let her skirt drop and stepped out of it. The brunette was wearing only a lacy black garter belt around her waist, with long straps that hooked onto the tops of her stockings. The fact that she wore no panties escaped the girl as she stared shamelessly at the ebony patch of pubic curls and the thick pussy lips that jutted out from the dark thicket.

“Criminy!” the girl gasped. “You're… awfully pretty!”

“Thank you. I might say the same for you.” Brenda walked over to stand directly in front of the girl, posed with her feet apart, then ran her splayed hands down over her tits, her stomach and abdomen, then her pelvis, twining her fingers into the sable bush. “You look as though you'd never seen a naked woman before, Jo. Don't be shocked. You have all the equipment I do.”

“Yeah,” Jo squeaked, “I know.”

An intangible feeling of want bloomed in Jo's pelvic area, a sense of urgent need for something that she couldn't define, much the same as she had felt after the episode with her dad. Her eyes were glued to Brenda's fingers as the woman sensuously fondled the pouting lips and coral slash of her cunny.

“Every woman has one of these, darling, but only a few of them know how to use it. Do you know what it's called?”

“N… n… not really,” the girl stammered, afraid to speak some of the coarse terms she'd heard in the girl's locker room.

“It's a cunt, or a pussy, or a twat, or a snatch. It has a lot of names, but they all mean the same thing. Guys, most of them anyway, want a cunt more than anything else in the world. A clean educated pussy can get you anything you want, if you know how to use it. Would you like me to show you?”

Jo was too flabbergasted to do anything but nod silent assent. This wasn't at all what she expected. She'd thought they would talk, girl to girl, and that Brenda would help her understand what her dad had done to her, and why. Now she was becoming more fearful of her friend than she had been of her father.

“Wonderful! First of all, you have to know what you have going for you. Have you ever looked at your own pussy?”

“Uh huh,” the girl managed to whisper. “Once.”

Brenda sensed the voluptuous nymph's quandary, and slacked off into an attitude of friendly persuasion. She kissed the girl's brow, saying, “That's all right, sweet. I understand. Only you must know what you're working with before you can grasp the point of it. Now, I want to show you something.”

Crawling up on the bed, Brenda flipped over on her back, drew her knees up, then used her forefingers to pry her cuntal lips apart and lay open her slick pink crevice. A milky white fluid was oozing from her vaginal orifice, and beads of the lubricating fluid clung to the flowerlike inner folds.

“Turn around and get close to get a good look, Jo. All cunts are very much alike, and you can get a good idea of what someone else would see if they looked at yours.”

Jo twisted around to kneel on the mattress, stupefied that the woman would go to such extremes to educate her in the mystics of sex. Brenda, poised and confident and self-assured Brenda, was baring her private and personal body to a mere wisp of a girl. It didn't make sense, but she wanted to learn as much as she could while she had the chance.

“Jeez!” she said, staring into the coral maw of Brenda's slit. “You're right! It looks almost like mine!”

“We're both women, honey, and we're expected to perform the same function. Now, I know you've probably never felt inside yourself. See that hole? That's where a man wants to put his cock so bad he'll do damn near anything to get it. Take your middle finger and put it in me. It's all right. It's better if you feel someone else to see what a guy feels. Go ahead. Don't be bashful.”

“Are you sure?” Jo said, aghast. “I mean, my mom said…!”

“I'm not your mother, honey. I'm your friend, and I'm trying to help you. Now, put your finger in me and see what it's like.”

Brenda's smile grew larger as the shapely young virgin lifted a hand, stuck a finger out, then moved it toward her gaping twat. If she was ever going to get Daniel nailed down to a life of marital and sexual bliss, it would have to be through his daughters, and this was only the first step in her plans. Once she had the kids hooked on her side, Alice wouldn't stand a chance, and Dan would be all hers.

“I… I really don't know how to do this, Brenda,” Jo whined. “I've never even done it to myself.”

Brenda reached out and put a hand on the girl's arm. “Don't let it bother you. Women have instincts, and this is one of the most natural ones. What you'll feel inside me is exactly how you are. Remember, it's a lot better to know than remain ignorant.”

Jo filled her lungs, clenched her fist with the one finger extended, then speared her digit into the pink succulent opening. The walls of Brenda's sheath closed around her finger, drawing forth a suppressed gasp of awe.

“Let's see if Jo's awake yet,” Dan whispered to Peggy. “If she is, I want you to make yourself scarce. I want to talk to her privately for a few minutes.”

“Okay.” Peg was trying to think of what could be so private between her father and sister as they approached the door to Jo's room, then stopped. Dan held up an arm for silence, then silently twisted the knob and cracked the door open an inch. They both froze when they saw Jo completely naked, her finger buried to the last knuckle in Brenda's cunt.

Dan was so choked with astonishment and rage he temporarily forgot that Peggy was standing at his elbow, viewing the same disgusting scene. When he finally recovered, he pulled the door closed and jerked his head toward the living room.

“You'd better take off, Peg,” he said, his voice cracking. “I don't want to see you for at least an hour.”

The girl had difficulty in acknowledging his order with a nod. What she had seen had jarred her badly, and she was more than happy to have a chance to escape before her father blew up. She took one last glance at the closed door, remembering graphically the sight on the other side, then turned and walked away rapidly without a word or question to her dad.

Taking in air to fill his lungs and trying to quell the raging inferno roiling his bowels, Dan stepped boldly into the room. The woman and girl sensed his presence before they saw him, then they bounded from the bed to stand before him, too perplexed to think of their nudity.

“And just what in the hell is all this about?” Dan asked coldly.

“Please, honey, it's not what you think at all,” Brenda said, extending her hand protectively without being aware of it. “I was only trying to help Jo with some questions that had been bothering her.”