Wilma Freidman - Sorority Affair

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One regret Ellen had was that some of the young girls would not reciprocate by performing cunnilingus on her vagina.

"I love doing those things to the pretty little girls," she said. "They have such sweet, pretty little pussies. Why… they liked what I did! I made them very happy by kissing and tonguing their little clitoris and cunt holes."

Any history of a lesbian, and this includes a pedophiliac lesbian, usually reveals a missing or totally inadequate father, along with an overly dominant or overly protective mother. In fact, some schools of mental illness have the tendency to confuse the lesbian's obsessive preoccupation about her mother with love and sexual excitement. Because she spent so much of her time and energy dwelling on her mother, the lesbian has little time to develop other skills and interests. Often she hates her father, considering him a weakling.

Barbara's father was an alcoholic, and whenever he was at home, Barbara's mother nagged him about his liquor bills, resulting in his staying away from home as much as possible, his absence growing from days to weeks, and from weeks to months. Finally, he simply stayed away for good.

Having lost her husband, Barbara's mother's emotional attention now became focused on her daughter. Barbara was loved, petted and her every whim indulged in. At the same time, her mother demanded enormous displays of affection as well as complete and utter obedience. Barbara would become angry with her mother over her dictatorial attitude, to which mother dear would reply, "How can you talk like that to your mother, after all I have done for you? Remember, I love you very much; I'm not like your father. He doesn't give a damn whether you live or die or become blind for life!"

When Barbara was ten her mother was promoted to buyer in the department store where she worked, and again the mother's interest shifted, this time from her daughter to her career. Now she placed most of the housework on the young girl's shoulders, saying that, "If you really loved your mother, you wouldn't mind helping her." All the while her critical, perfectionistic attitude made life a living hell for Barbara. Everything had to be just perfect, not a speck of dust anywhere.

Barbara spent a good deal of her time alone. As a child she had been neat, cheerful and quick to learn in school. Not any more. Now she was resentful, sullen and disconsolate. Not infrequently she neglected her school work, house work and even her own appearance to read love magazines-all of which resulted in more scoldings. But she was still scolded when she applied herself, so what was the difference…

When Barbara was thirteen, a new family moved into the apartment house with their eleven-year-old daughter. Immediately, the two girls became good friends. For the first time in years, Barbara found herself loved and adored; and again she felt like a human being. Her old spark returned. Her grades, her house work and behavior improved. Her mother, delighted at the change, encouraged the friendship, not realizing what such a friendship between the two girls could lead to.

One day Barbara and Jodie were playing movie star, trying on Barbara's mother's dresses and experimenting with cosmetics.

Years later, Barbara stated: "Really, it all happened so fast, I didn't have time to think. Well… it just happened, right out of the clear."

Barbara was fourteen, and her figure was that of a blooming teenager, with breasts that were just beginning to bud. She had a slim waist, and hips that were no longer strangers to a curve; and her legs were long and slender. Jodie, who was only twelve, was naturally open in her admiration. Her own breasts were still those of a small child and she was still thick waisted.

Jodie cupped Barbara's breast in her small hands.

"Gee, I wish my titties were as pretty as yours-," she whispered.

Barbara felt a weird feeling possess her as Jodie cupped her swelling breasts… a strange and exciting sensation. For the first time, she was actually conscious of her body.

The two girls kissed. The kisses didn't seem at all wrong to Barbara. Her mother kissed her a good deal, and every now and then would take the child on her lap and hug and pet her.

The kiss led to another… then followed caressing. Then Barbara was suddenly fondling and feeling of Jodie's pubic area, a compliment that Jodie quickly returned. Barbara's vaginal lips were moist and sensitive and ready, and Jodie's probing fingers touched her small inflamed clitoris.

"That really did it," Barbara explained many years later. "Something wonderful seemed to burst up within my body when Jodie touched my sensitive clitoris. I must have moaned or something to show how exhilarating it felt, because Jodie touched me right on the button again, this time deliberately. My hips jerked and my buttocks clenched up each time she touched me there, and in a very few moments she brought me to complete orgasm. It was my first come, and it kind of frightened me so, even though it felt so delicious and pleasurable, that I had to stop her. When I told Jodie to stop rubbing me there, she didn't listen to me, keeping her finger moving up and down the quivering clitoris. I have no idea why she didn't stop. She kept it up, moving her fingers up and down and sort of twisting and pulling at my clitoris a little and in a short time I experienced another orgasm.

"Later, after Jodie went home, I realized we had played something dirty with each other and that we had done wrong. I had heard my mother and other women make jokes about women loving each other up, and I knew such acts were considered terrible.

"That afternoon, when Jodie came back to my home I told her we must never do that again. But Jodie just laughed and put her hand up beneath my skirt and felt of my pussy, slipping her fingers underneath the leg band of my panties. When she started feeling and stroking my pussy, I grew weak and couldn't do anything but tremble. I wanted to pull my pussy away from her probing hand, but I just couldn't move. The pleasure was too intense… too great… the sensations holding me rigid. Jodie brought me to orgasm three times that afternoon with her delightful fingers on my pussy."

From that day on the relationship between Barbara and Jodie changed. Barbara no longer was able to take the lead she was no longer the older girl, the boss Jodie, the twelve-year-old, was. And whenever the two girls had a disagreement, Jodie would quickly slip her hand between Barbara's thighs and manipulate and fondle her vagina and clitoris until Barbara became excited, almost out of her mind with passion. Then she would abruptly stop her masturbation until Barbara agreed to do what she wanted and begged her to continue with her hand and fingers on her overheated genitals. Barbara did not like this new arrangement, but was helpless to do anything about it. The spell of masturbation… the pleasure-pain of orgasm was all consuming, taking possession of her body and mental facilities.

In Barbara's own words: "Numerous times I tried to break away from Jodie, but somehow she always lured me back. I couldn't resist her wonderful fingers and what they did to me down there, the intense feeling of exquisite pleasure that rippled through me from head to toe. She gave me just too much pleasure for words. But actually, Jodie never enjoyed it as much as I did. When I started feeling around of her cunt, she didn't seem to mind whether I did it or not. She much preferred feeling of mine. Once, after a particularly heated argument over some childish thing, Jodie brought my emotions to such an intense boiling point, I was climbing the walls, yet she wouldn't continue feeling of me-stroking and rubbing my pussy. Finally, she told me that I had to do something for her. She teased me about it, then lifted her skirt and pulled the leg-band of her panties away from her pussy, telling me that I had to kiss and lick her pussy.

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