Robert Vickers - Seducing her family

Katherine Fontaine, Len's wife, seemed to be an uptight bitch. Annemarie wasn't sure if she even like the woman or not. Perhaps she wasn't too thrilled with the prospect of playing mother to another teenaged girl.

Annemarie couldn't care less. She was in America, and for a whole year! She could find out about this strange land and its people. She eyed Len again and he looked away nervously, but not before their gazes had locked for a split second.

She saw nothing but sultry desire for her in his look. Smiling, she decided this was going to be one fun stay. Even if Marcia turned out to be something of a Puritan at heart.

"Here's our home, Annemarie," said Len as they pulled into the driveway. "I'll give you a key to the front door as soon as I get one made. I'd forgotten all about it, what with picking you up and all."

"She doesn't need a key, Len," said Kat.

"Oh, but I have one, Mother," spoke up Marcia. "Why shouldn't Annemarie? After all, we're suppose to treat her like one of the family."

"Very well." But the woman didn't sound at all happy about it. Annemarie wondered if she feared she would be dragging in at all hours of the night, perhaps even bringing home strange men. Was it that the woman wouldn't be able to sample the illicit delights of all those strange men?

"Come on, Annemarie, let me show you our room." Marcia took the girl by the arm and pulled her away from the living room and her parents. Annemarie went along wondering what all this strange byplay was. She had a very frank and open relationship with her parents. She could come right out and say what she thought, and her parents respected her opinions, even if they thought them to be wrong.

"Oh, it's nice!" Annemarie exclaimed, genuinely excited. She had a small room back in Holland, hardly larger than a broom closet. It wasn't the least bit like this. Why, there were actually two beds in this room!

"That one's yours," said Marcia. "I hope you like it."

"It's ever so much more than I have at home. And the pictures on the walls. All those rock singers." She looked at photos and posters thumbtacked to the walls. But, Annemarie didn't consider herself the groupie type. She cared nothing for images; she cared about men.

"Do you really like the pictures? I was afraid they might seem a little childish to you, being a European and all."

"Whatever do you mean, Marcia?"

"Well, we hear lots of stuff in this country about how all you Europeans just go out and…" Her voice trailed off and she bit her tongue to keep from finishing the sentence in a way that Annemarie might interpret as being crude.

"You mean we go out and fuck? Is that it?" Annemarie watched as Marcia blushed. "If you can blush at will, I bet you could have all the men eating out of your hand – and other places."

Marcia blushed even deeper red. "Well, not really. I mean, boys don't interest me all that much," she looked at Annemarie as if challenging the girl to call her a liar.

"But all these pictures show a great interest in men. Do you mean the interest is there but that you've never been with a man?" The Dutch girl immediately saw that this was the answer. It was as she'd heard it was in the U.S. The people thought about sex all the time, but seldom did anything more about it.

What a pity! She'd have to show this tender young virgin what joys could be had from a good fucking!

"Don't think I am putting you down. I'm not. It just seems a waste to me, a pretty girl like you are not enjoying yourself with men."

"Men," snorted Marcia, indignant. "All they think about is sex, sex, sex. And all they want is one thing."

"So you do not want the same thing? I do not understand. You're pretty, you're healthy, you are obviously smart. What is the matter with a good fucking?"

"D-do you really think I'm pretty?" the girl asked, hesitant. "It seems like you're about the only one who does."

Annemarie had to admit that Marcia wasn't the most beautiful girl in the world, but then she didn't try to be, either. Her makeup was all wrong, hairdo was terrible, and there was something about the way she carried herself that showed her lack of confidence. All of that would certainly scare off the most desirable men. And the ones that were left weren't worth the effort, as far as the Dutch teenager was concerned.

First-class fucking or none at all! She would rather masturbate than be poorly fucked by a man. All men thought they were superior fuckers, but only some of them were. She would have to show. Marcia how to pick and choose, how to be with only the best men.

"Yes, I think you are quite pretty, my pretty-pretty," she said. She lightly touched the girl's cheek. An electric spark seemed to pass between them, welding them together for a split-second in time.

Annemarie knew what she would have to do to help out her American friend. She approached Marcia slowly, pursing her lips for a kiss. Marcia hesitated, then closed her eyes. They kissed, and the electric spark flowed between them again.

Annemarie pushed Marcia onto the bed, and they fell into each other's arms. Marcia felt she shouldn't be doing this, not with her parents in the next room. Not at all! This was sick, perverted. Women shouldn't kiss each other like this, like lovers.

Yet, she felt a need deep inside her. And she felt an arousal that had she had never felt before. She didn't understand it, but now it no longer seemed to matter. Marcia found she wanted comforting in Annemarie's experienced arms. These arms had held men, made love to men, and she wanted to share that, even if it was only indirectly.

Annemarie broke off the kiss and hotly said, "I think it would be good for the both of us. Too long have I been without real loving. And you are so beautiful!"

Marcia didn't know whether to object or not as the other girl began undoing her blouse. She found she was too nervous to say a single word. She allowed Annemarie to strip her blouse off entirely and undo her bra in a practiced way.

When Marcia was naked to the waist, her tits bouncing slightly between them, Annemarie stripped off her own blouse. She looked down between them and then laughed. "Such a lovely set of tits we have!" Then she cupped her tits in her hands and began rubbing her nipples against Marcia s.

The U.S. teenager wanted to protest. This wasn't right, not at all. But she liked it! She found she liked the feel of Annemarie's rubbery nipples against her own. A thrill passed down into her mounts of titflesh and raced throughout her entire body. She loved it! Not even when she played with herself did this much sexual energy arise.

"Ummm, it feels good! And it's different! I never imagined it could be this good."

"It gets better," promised Annemarie, already stripping off her skirt and panties. She didn't want anything between her blonde-furred pussy and this dark haired American girl's cunt.

Marcia took off the rest of her clothes, feeling as if all seine had left her and she had become a zombie. But, the thrills filling her pussy told her that this was going to be different, extraordinary. She had never considered making it with another woman, even in her wildest fantasies. Now she couldn't wait to see what would happen.

"Ummm, such a pretty pussy you have!" Annemarie said. "I love your pussy so much I could just gobble it up!" And that's exactly what she tried to do. She lashed out her tongue and buried it in the tangled jungle of Marcia's pussy fur. She swirled her rough, pink tongue around and drew up tiny, spit wettened spires bf pussy hair.

Marcia almost went wild with ecstasy. Never had she felt anyone's tongue on her cunt lips before. Never had she experienced the delights of a tongue being driven into her pussy. The other girl was giving her a full lesson in eating pussy. And Marcia loved it!