Chapter 2

Now that the time had come for Loretta to turn out her own daughter to her lesbian sisters, the big bosomy brunette could not help but think of that time, long ago, when she herself had been initiated.

Not initiated into the group-

Initiated into lesbian lust!

A long time ago, it was ...

Why, when it first happened, Loretta had been even younger than Julie was now!

Never could she forget that first, frenzied experience of all-female lust ...

It had been when Loretta, in her early teens, was staying for an extended summer visit with her mother's sister-

Aunt Beatrice ...

It seemed like only a moment ago, in Loretta's mind, as she recalled the experience . ...

"Ah-hah!"

Aunt Beatrice crowed in triumph, standing outlined in the open doorway of the upstairs bathroom, whose door she had just flung open.

"Aunt Bea!" Loretta gasped. "What oh, no!"

"Caught you! Caught you with your panties down, you wicked girl!" It was true literally.

Loretta, a hot young teen miss, had been caught with her panties down.

It was a sultry summer day, in the middle of the afternoon. No breeze blew through the screened, open window of the bathroom.

Loretta, young though she was, was ripe ... ripe, and juicy.

Her face was girlish, with some traces of baby fat obscuring the fine strong features of the adult face which would someday emerge.

But her body was that of a woman.

Loretta wore a red T-shirt and a pair of beige Bermuda shorts and sandals. Or almost wore them!

The T-shirt, limp with sweat, was rolled up her front, above her tits. She held her chin snuggled down to hold it in place.

Her white bra already she took an adult size C-cup (and, when adult, would have graduated to awesome D-cup status) was unhooked.

Having her bra opened at the back had allowed young Loretta to pull down her bra in front, baring one breast.

One white bra cup was still fitted over a rounded breast globe, seams straining from the load, a fat nipple outlined under it.

But the other tit was nakedly exposed.

Its bra cup, pulled off the tit, was rolled in a thick line of fabric which was jammed under her tit, pushing it up still plumper.

Her skin was richly tanned Loretta had always taken well to summer sun but her tits of course were milky white.

Her body was golden, but her tits' milky whiteness showed the shape of the bathing suit which had stood between her skin and the sun.

But her nipple was dark brown-

Darker now than ever, dark with arousal, dark with swollen throbbing, sore and yet sweetly tingly from the handling she had given it.

Her hand left hand (her right hand was even busier, or had been, before Aunt Bea barged in) held her bare tit.

Her pinching fingers were fastened on the nipple, pinching, pulling it.

She sat on the toilet seat, bare pink-white ass pressing against the smooth white plastic seat.

Now sticky with sweat oozing from a pair of squirming buttocks.

Her sandals, kicked off, crowded at the edge of the tub opposite her, while her Bermuda shorts were down at her ankles.

Along with her panties.

A pair of flimsy white cotton panties.

The day's simmering heat had soaked the panties limp with girl-sweat ... but more than sweat moistened those panties.

For their slightly soiled inner crotch was richly saturated with her pussy juices, which had oozed into them.

Those panties now stretched from ankle to ankle.

Loretta's knees were spread wide apart, opening her taut thighs, thighs shinily glistening with sweat.

Of course, her thighs had to be open wide ... considering what she was doing.

Namely, playing with her pussy!

Not even playing-"playing" is too mild a description for what Loretta did. She was working!

Working her fingers on and in her dripping pussy, stroking it hard-

Or at least she had been, before Aunt Bea barged in!

She had been sure that Aunt Bea was still on the phone, downstairs. But sometime while Loretta had come in here, taken down shorts and panties, and gone to work, her crafty aunt had slipped upstairs.

Slipped upstairs on silent feet, unheard by busily-masturbating Loretta.

Loretta had been off in a world of her own, eyes squeezed shut, dark lashes fluttering, red color glowing in her face.

Lips open, mouth panting, as she squeezed and teased a stiff nipple, and stroked her seething pussy at the same time.

Her pussy lips were already full, despite her youth, while her bush was a thick black patch of hair.

Loretta bloomed early, and by this tender age, she was ripely, juicily nubile.

Some of those juices were smeared on her pussy, and some on the fingers which had been busy playing with that pussy.

Then--

Without warning, the bathroom door was flung open by Triumphant Aunt Bea.

No locks on the bathroom door no lock on the room where Loretta slept.

But she had been so sure Aunt Bea was downstairs ! !

Aunt Bea was a husky, bosomy middle-aged widow, a plumper version of Loretta's busty mother who had sent her here for that extended stay.

Loretta had gotten in trouble back home, with an older boy. Nothing serious, thank God not THAT kind of trouble!

But Loretta's mom fully intended to break up that unsavory relationship.

And so, much against her will, Loretta had been packed off to stay with her Aunt Beatrice, a far distance from home.

Aunt Bea, middle-aged, had reddish-brown hair coiffed in a stiff sprayed bouffant, a wide sensual greedy thick featured face.

Her body was busty, full-figured, womanly in the extreme.

Now, as she stood framed in the open doorway, her lushly curved body filling up the space, her brows lifted in mock astonishment.

Her brows were plucked and tweezed, forming thin arches, which lifted high now at sight of Loretta, caught in the act.

Loretta was frozen in place, frozen on this sweltering day.

Loretta's left hand was fastened to her bare tit, fingers still pinching the swollen brown stiff nipple.

Her wet right hand wet with her juices-pressed her pussy. "Well!"

"Oh, no!! ! Aunt Bea!"

Aunt Bea rested her hands on wide hips. Covering her full form was a loosefitting short sleeved dress, reaching down to her knees.

"Loretta, what are you doing?! "

Loretta, freed from momentary shocked paralysis, reacted.

Her right hand leaped off her pussy as if scalded, while her left did the same at her breast, leaping away from it.

She leaned far forward, tits pressing the tops of thighs which she clapped closed to hide the sight of her naked pussy.

But Aunt Bea had already seen those dark cunt lips, glistening with the sticky juices which coated it.

Coated Loretta's fingers, too.

Loretta realized that, when she saw the wetness shining on those fingers.

Gasping, she jerked her hand down but there was no hiding.

Loretta was seized with a wrenching need to really go to the bathroom, instead of just pretending, as she had done when she actually came in here to masturbate.

Aunt Bea loomed larger, her ripe flesh supported and suspended and girdled by the undergarments below her faded print dress.

Her low-heeled shoes scuffed on the bare linoleum of the bathroom floor. She came closer and closer, filling Loretta's vision.

Loretta squirmed.

She fought to keep control of her bladder. If she didn't, she would piss herself right here, in fear at getting caught.

Fear, shame, guilt, shock-

All showed in her face, one emotion replacing the other in quick succession.

Aunt Bea folded her forearms over her heavy bosom.

"Loretta, I asked you a question WHAT are you doing?! "

"L I, I "

"Take a deep breath, young lady, and get hold of yourself, for heaven's sake!"

Aunt Bea's double chin jiggled as she chuckled, "Although I suppose the term, 'lady,' doesn't really fit in this context!"

"I I was using the toilet, Aunt Bea!"

"Really?"

Aunt Bea's voice was richly droll. She arched an eyebrow.

"Don't lie, Loretta, it's not polite! I know EXACTLY what you were doing!"

"Oh, God!"

Waves of humiliation, pouring out from Loretta, crushed her. Her head bowed. Moist tears tingled in her burning eyes.

"Now, tell me, Loretta what were you doing?"

"You you know!"

"Yes, I know, but I want to hear you say it!"

"I was ... I was "

Shame choked her, so she could not continue.

"Say it, Loretta!"

"God! I'm so ashamed!"

She wouldn't cry, she wouldn't!

But big fat burning tears welled up, and when she moistly blinked, they overflowed and dribbled down the burning cheeks of her face.

Then she tried, half-blinded by tears, to stuff her naked tit back into the bra cup, but was unable to do so.

The bra cup was rolled and she couldn't unroll it, her fingers were thick and clumsy and she couldn't-

"No."

Aunt Bea gripped Loretta's wrist, pulled her hand away from the bare tit she sought so unsuccessfully to cover.

And all the while, that stiff nipple kept on jutting, sticking way out, insolently and achingly, unwilling to subside!

"Keep your hands to yourself, Loretta!"

"I was just trying to cover up!"

"I like you better uncovered, the way you are now!"

How true that was!

And Loretta would discover unsuspected dimensions of truth in that simple statement of Aunt Bea's, that she preferred her niece naked rather than clothed.

But such sexual overtones and innuendos were far from Loretta's stunned mind.

She squirmed only with the shame of being caught.

Aunt Bea shifted her grip to Loretta's upper arm. As she leaned over, her heavy tits loomed huge in front of Loretta's face.

"Get up!"

"But Aunt Bea "

"Don't try my patience, Loretta! Get up!"

Tears blurring her vision, running down her face, Loretta groped at her ankles for her panties, her shorts ...

"What are you doing, Loretta?"

"My shorts "

"Oh, no! Just come as you are."

"But Auntie, please!"

"You wanted to take off your clothes! Well, off they will stay! After all, Loretta, I'm only giving you what you wanted!"

"No, I don't want to! Please, Aunt Bea, let me put on my clothes!"

"I wonder what your mother will have to say about about all this!"

Meaning by "all this!" Loretta's fevered naked masturbation.

"Aunt Bea! You wouldn't tell Mother!"

"She's only a phone call away," Aunt Bea said, not relinquishing her grip on Loretta's upper arm, a tight grip.

"No, don't! Please!"

"I'm sure she'd be so very interested in hearing how her daughter spends her spare time during her visit to her aunt!"

"Oh, God, please, Aunt Bea, don't tell!"

It was not that Loretta so feared her mother's wrath, as she feared the complete and total humiliation should Mother learn the nature of her daughter's offense.

"Don't tell, Aunt Bea! Please don't tell on me, oh, please!"

Loretta's tears flowed freely now, as she babbled like a child.

But she wasn't a child, she was a young woman with a young woman's ripe flesh and hot, thick, ready juices.

Aunt Bea knew that ...

"Don't tell," Loretta pleaded. "I'll do anything you say, only don't tell!"

"If you don't want me to tell your mother on you, then YOU had better start learning, right now, how to do what you are told!"

"You you won't tell?"

"That depends entirely on you, Loretta. Now get up and leave your shorts and panties on the floor!"

Shamed, but submissive, this time Loretta followed the physical guidance of Aunt Bea's hand on her arm, helping her up.

Sweat plastered her ripe buttocks to the seat, so Loretta's bottom flesh came free of it with a sticky, adhesive sound.

Humiliating-

But no more so than the rest!

Loretta stood, shakily. Her legs were bent at the knees. They were rubbery, and the knees knocked together.

Loretta tried to keep her thighs closed, hiding her pussy.

Her shorts and panties were down at her feet.

"Just step out of them, Loretta! You won't need them now!"

Blinking tears from her eyes, wiping them with the back of the hand unheld by Aunt Bea, Loretta obeyed.

The shorts turned inside out, but came free from her feet, panties, too.

"Just leave them there," Aunt Bea said crisply. "You can get them later!"

Holding the girl firmly, Aunt Bea marched her out of the bathroom.

The hall was heavy with heat, bright with hot yellow sunlight.

Gasping, Loretta bent low, clasping her hand over her pussy.

"Come along!"

"But Aunt Bea, somebody will see me."

"Nonsense! Nobody lives within a half-mile of the house! Come along."

"Ohhhhhhhh!"

Stumbling with shame, Loretta lurched forward, marched down the hall by her aunt.

Loretta's right breast began working free of her bra, the bra being opened. The heavy jiggling tit began working its way loose.

"Where where are we going?" Loretta gasped.

"My room," said Aunt Bea.

Aunt Bea's room was hotter than the rest of the house, due to the curtains which covered the open, screened windows.

The room was dim, not flooded with yellow light like the rest of the upper floor. It was dim, shadowy, filled with soft fuzzy shadow.

Tingling in Loretta's flaring nostrils was a heavy sweet scent, some sort of perfume or air freshener she used.

Filling the dim room was a mass of furniture too old to be stylish, yet too new to be antique.

The furniture was heavy, overstuffed, oversized:

Chest of drawers, big table, thickly cushioned armchair, vanity table and bench-And a bed.

Young Loretta's pink flesh glistened in the dimness.

Her flesh quivered.

"Take off the rest of your clothes!"

"But Aunt Bea, why?! "

"Because you don't want me to tell your mother on you, that's why!"

Aunt Bea let go of Loretta, giving the girl a free hand to undress.

"Hurry up, snap to it! Time's a-wasting ... "

At least the curtains were down in this room, and Loretta didn't have to endure the shame of passing naked before open windows.

But what next?

Her vision was obscured when she pulled her T-shirt off. She felt trapped for the instant her head was covered.

While all the rest of her ripe young body was beautifully bare.

Hastily she shucked off her top. And what was left of her bra, which was unhooked and open and off her tits.

She held the garments bunched in her hand, looking for a place to put them.

"Give me those!"

Deftly, firmly, Aunt Bea took the garments and put them on top of a dresser.

Loretta shrank into herself, as best as she was able which was not much, considering the fullness of her flesh.

Adding to her shame was the fact that her nipples were stiff, and that juices glistened on the pussy she had played with.

She couldn't help but hold her hands in the vicinity of her crotch, not touching, but shielding the naked bush and cunt.

She held her arms in front of her tits, covering her nipples, too.

Aunt Bea closed the bedroom door, and locked it. Except for the front and back entrances to the house, it was the only room in the house whose door locked.

Aunt Bea liked her privacy, but cared little for the privacy of others.

Covering the big old-fashioned brass bed was a lightweight summer spread and some fresh clean sweet-smelling sheets.

Aunt Bea's big breasts strained against her dress as she leaned over from the waist to take down the spread.

She pulled spread and sheets down to the foot of the bed, then straightened up.

"Get in bed, Loretta!"

"Uh excuse me, ma'am?! "

"Get in bed, now!"

Flustered, Loretta could only assume that Aunt Bea had concocted some variation of humiliating punishment for her.

like making her go to bed in the middle of the afternoon.

"Move!"

Her sharp voice made Loretta jump.

Awkwardly, her fresh young form stiff with strain, tension, Loretta got into bed from the side opposite Aunt Bea.

The clean sheets smelled fresh, felt cool against her skin, smooth skin now clammy with sweat.

She sat in bed, legs closed over her pussy, her fluffy bush protruding out of the tops of her round thighs.

Standing at the bedside, arms folded across her massive bosom, Aunt Bea loomed large, a hovering presence in thick warm dimness.

"Now, then," Bea said, "go back to what you were doing!"

"I I don't understand!"

"You did it well enough in the bathroom! Now, do it here!"

"Do what?! "

"Play with your pretty little pussy."

"Aunt Bea!"

"Don't take that shocked, righteous tone with me, my girl! It won't hold after all, I saw EXACTLY what you were doing in there!

"Well, now you're in my room, and I want you to do it again EXACTLY!"

"Y-you ... you want me to, to oh, I can't even say it!"

"Don't try to fool me, missy! You were eager enough for it in there all right, I'm going to allow you to have just what you wanted!"

"Really, Aunt Bea, I don't want to do it!" SMACK!

Aunt Bea slapped Loretta-not hard, but enough to sting. What's more, the blow had devastating psychological effects on Loretta.

She was stunned. The side of her face burned where the slap struck.

"No more nonsense!" Bea pronounced. "Do as I say!"

"Owwwwww!"

Loretta cried out, wincing from the tight grip with which Aunt Bea suddenly clutched her wrists.

"There!" Aunt Bea said. "One hand here, and one hand here!"

She pressed Loretta's left hand hard against her own bare tits, and pressed the other hand down to the girl's thighs.

"Open your legs!"

"No, Aunt Bea, don't!"

"Aunt Bea wedged open Loretta's legs, exposing her dark bush, her rosy pussy lips.

She pressed Loretta's hand against the girl's quivering crotch.

"Now, touch yourself," Aunt Bea crooned in a hissing whisper. "Touch your boobies and your hot little pussy!

"Play with them just like you were doing in the bathroom!"

For some squirming seconds, Aunt Bea moved Loretta's hands like a puppeteer, her hands on top of the girl's guiding her.

She squeezed Loretta's hand closed on her tit, palpitating it.

Then she rubbed Loretta's fingers up and down the girl's pussy.

After some seconds of this, Bea took her hands off the girl's.

"Don't stop!" she warned. "Keep busy touching yourself!"

No contest this was no battle of wills!

Aunt Bea was a mature adult woman who knew exactly what she wanted, while Loretta was a fresh young thing, psychologically devastated by being caught in the act of playing with her pussy.

An act she had been forced to repeat, to reenact in front of her aunt, in what the girl assumed was some sort of punishment ritual.

No doubt Aunt Bea thought that this would cure her niece of masturbatory tendencies, by shaming her with the act.

Aunt Bea wouldn't budge ...

Talk about getting the psychological jump on somebody! Why, Loretta was too shamed even to meet her aunt's fierce glare!

Whimpering, sniffling her nose ran-Loretta obeyed.

Choking back a sob, she rubbed her fingers up and down her pussy lips, taking no pleasure in what she was doing.

"Close your eyes!"

"Ex-excuse me, ma'am?! "

"Close your eyes and keep them closed!"

"Y-yes, Aunt Bea!"

Actually, it was a relief in a way for Loretta to be allowed to close her eyes, since it allowed her some small distance from this excruciating humiliation.

She really wasn't playing with herself at all ... she was just going through the motions, doing what Aunt Bea had told her to do.

But her nipples were still stiff, and her pussy lips were ultra-sensitive, and even a weak touch of her fingers on them created sensations.

Tears clung to thick moist fluttering lashes, oozing out from closed eyes, dribbling down her red cheeks.

The floorboards creaked ... was Aunt Bea moving away?

"Don't stop!"

Well, that answered that!

Sounds hissed and shifted in the room, rustling whispers which preyed on Loretta's imagination, slowing the already slow stroking of her fingers on her pussy ...

"Don't look," Aunt Bea said. "Don't open your eyes until I tell you to do so!"

More rustlings sounds issued from the direction of Aunt Bea, along with the impression of motion, purposeful motion ...

Then-

Aunt Bea's soft moist hand fell on the girl's bare shoulder. "Loretta ... "

Loretta's eyes flickered open then widened in pure amazement! Aunt Bea was nude!

"Aunt Bea! Where where are your clothes?! "

Silly question!

Her clothes were behind her, on top of the dresser where she had put them down. Now, she was as naked as her niece!

Naked and hot, and fleshy, voluptuously rounded, her masses of flesh, big pendulous tits, ample middle, wide bottom, all jiggling.

Quivering with wanting, with desire!

Desire for female flesh!

Loretta's flesh!

Aunt Bea's matronly face was transformed into a glowing mask of leering lust.

Her dark eyes smoldered. Ripe red lips, so moist and glimmering that they looked painted on, were parted hungrily.

Her skin was milky white. The hands, arms, and face were a few shades darker, from where summer sunlight touched them.

But the rest of her body was all creamy, milky white.

Her tits?

Melons they were, melons of flesh, huge, creamy, jiggling, tipped with fat button nipples, stiff now, brown.

The rings of flesh surrounding the nipples were wide as sand dollars. The nipples themselves, puckered, throbbing, were pebbles of flesh.

Her hips swelled outward like the body of a viola, wide white hips whose center was thatched with a thick and glossy bush of black fur.

Aunt Bea climbed into bed beside the stunned stricken niece.

Aunt Bea stood on her knees on the mattress, sinking deep into them, as her clutching hands reached for her niece ...

"Aunt Aunt Bea, what are you doing?! "

"You're too old to spank," Bea purred, "and too hot to be left on your own! So, I'm going to show you what a bed is REALLY for!"

It couldn't be! It just couldn't!

But it was Aunt Bea hungered for the fine-grained velvet flesh of her nubile niece, and she meant to have it all, right now!

To make sure there could be no mistake, Aunt Bea reached out, clasped her hand on the back of Loretta's neck.

She pulled Loretta's head, her gasping face, right to her tits.

Into, and between them for Loretta's head was wedged between a pair of swollen bazooms, engulfing her with creamy buttery tit flesh.

"Yes," Aunt Bea exulted, "I'm going to teach you all about the ways of pleasure between two women rather, between a woman and a girl!"

Strange, perverse passion!

Yet even as her heart leapt into her mouth, and she shivered with unholy lust, Loretta knew that she could deny her aunt nothing-nothing!