Robert Vickers: Seducing her family

The sensations rippling through her body were so fine she couldn't speak. She wanted more of that tongue stroking gently up and down her cunt lips, but she didn't know the right words to say, the right way to ask Annemarie to keep going.

The other girl seemed to know what was going through Marcia's mind. She looked up, cunt juice frothing her ups, and said, "Do you want an even bigger thrill? Do you?"

"Oh, yes, yes! Anything for that!"

"Then eat out my pussy, too!" Annemarie spun around on the bed, spreading her trim thighs over Marcia's face. Her blonde-furred cunt was just inches away from the girl's face. "Do what I'm doing to yours!"

Annemarie shuddered at the first touch of the other girl's tongue on her cunt lips. Then, more boldly, Marcia began loudly lapping up the flowing love oils from the Dutch teenager's pussy.

Annemarie shuddered again, more forcefully this time. She felt Marcia's tongue parting her cunt lips, then sinking deeply into her cunt. When the other teenager got the hang of tongue fucking, Annemarie went back to eating the delicious pussy split wide-open in front of her. The sauces gushing from those pink-tinged, rigid cunt lips pleased her more than anything else in the world – except jism.

She gave the American teenager a full-scale lesson in mouth love. She lashed out her tongue and parted her pussy lips. Her tiny clit was poking up, looking meek and hesitant. Annemarie began teasing her cunt into full erection. When her clit pulsed hard against her tongue, she knew she was getting through to Marcia. The girl couldn't keep her hips still on the bed.

Thrashing around, Marcia almost tossed them both onto the floor. Annemarie held onto the mattress and kept slithering her tongue all over Marcia's clit. When she could almost feel the girl's distant heartbeat through the very tip of her erect clit, she licked along one edge of a pussy lip. The girl moaned as if she was coming. Annemarie wasn't sure, since it was such a little reaction. She'd have to make sure the girl got off in a big way; she could tell them if her oral ministrations were having the desired effect of releasing the socially-inhibited teenager's sexual desires.

"Oh, Annemarie, ohhhh! I feel funny! All shivery! It it's like I'm turning into jello! What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing," she answered. "It's what should be happening. Just relax and go with the flow. And don't stop eating my cunt out, damn you, you little bitch! I want some of that, too, you know!"

The words seemed to shock Marcia. But they got her off. She went rigid all over, and her cunt overflowed with what seemed like gallons of cunt juice. Annemarie wondered how words alone could make the girl get the thrills that an eager tongue all over her cunt couldn't give. But all she wanted to do was suck up all that slightly salty, tangy fuck fluid.

She stabbed out with her tongue and speared deeply into the girl's agitated cunt. She stroked up and down along the velvety pussy walls and felt the way the muscles rippled. Marcia was still half in orgasm, and it wouldn't take much to push her back. Annemarie devoted her entire attentions to tongue fucking Marcia.

Driving her tongue in and out like a berserk prick, she tongue fucked the girl to climax again. There was no mistaking the physical reaction. The girl gasped and sucked down hard on her pussy, then went into a spasm that seemed to last forever. Annemarie knew she'd given Marcia the finest gift one person could give to another. Sexual enjoyment.

And she was receiving a fair eating out in return from the inexperienced teenager. She learned fast and did well for a beginner. The way her tongue duplicated the actions of a rigid prick almost made Annemarie forget that it was a wet, pink, tiny tongue fucking her.

The two girls continued gobbling each other's pussies until their jaws ached. Annemarie lost count of the number of comes she gage Marcia and, while the girl didn't really know all the right things to do when eating out another chick, Annemarie got off, too.

It seemed incredible, that to Annemarie the girl didn't know enough about her own body to realize her clit was the most delicate and sensitive portion of her anatomy. But Annemarie stopped wondering about it. She had had a long trip, and her jaws hurt from too much pussy eating.

All she really wanted to do now was to take a short nap, and then go out and see if American men were as uneducated in sexual things as Marcia was.

"I hadn't meant to sleep like that. Why didn't you wake me up? Fifteen hours in bed! And alone, without a man! It's not to be tolerated!" Annemarie exclaimed, as she and Marcia walked to school.

"I figured you were tired from your long trip from Holland. Jet-lag and all that," said Marcia. "But don't worry. You didn't miss anything. We just sat around watching television. We can do that any time."

"Hmmm, yes, we can," said Annemarie, staring at the tight ass of a boy as he walked by. "Who is that? He seems so muscular and with-it!" She prided herself on picking up slang quickly. She would soon, know all the terms, even for fucking.

"Him? Wow, you aim high, Annemarie. That's Stu Taylor, the captain of the football team. Every girl in school is after him. You should see the way they moon over him after football practice."

"And when is this football practice?" she asked, a wicked gleam in her eye. She'd finally seen a goal worthy of pursuit, and she wasn't going to give up until she explored that huge bulge in his tight jeans.

"After school, of course," Marcia said, as if stating a law of the universe. "But you're not thinking of…"

"I am. And I will show you how you can do the same thing. It is apparent just watching the way you approach boys that you know nothing about them. No wonder you are afraid of them. They are scared of you, too. The secret is to be at ease. Then they are at ease and things can progress from there."

"Aw, it's not that simple. And you're not going to get to first base with Stu."

"I did not know they used bases in your football. That is another part of my education which is lacking. But it's not first base I want to take him, it is to bed!"

Marcia looked sideways at her friend and wandered if she meant it. She would have to get to know her better before she could decide if this was simply the same type of talk all the other girls made, or whether the Dutch teenager was going to carry out her schemes for getting to Stu. Whatever, Marcia didn't think she would succeed.

She was wrong.

Immediately after school, she and Annemarie went out to the football field and watched the team practice. The blonde teenager sat watching only Stu, and it soon became apparent he knew her eyes were on him and him alone. Under her breath, Annemarie confided, "Always single out just the one and let him know you are not interested in any other. Then he will become interested in only you!"

"I doubt it," Marcia said glumly, but she couldn't deny that it seemed to be having some effect on Stu. The big football quarterback smiled in their direction and then stumbled and fell, clutching his ankle. "See what happens when you bother the players?" chided Marcia.

"Never mind that. Where is the locker room?"

"What?"

"I see it. Over there, no? You can come along if you wish, but you might be shocked. Still, a good thing. You can learn how easy it is to get any man you want to fuck you."

"Don't use language like that!"

"Why not? It is what I mean. And what I mean to get!" With that, the blonde rose and harried toward the team's locker room.

Annemarie didn't hesitate when she saw the sign on the wall stating "MEN". She walked right in and immediately made a face at the stench in the room. It smelled so of sweat and old sweat socks and bleach. But she would put up with minor irritations to get a chance at the muscular football player.