Chapter 1
Nadine ran to the couch, turned, then let herself bounce onto it. Her miniskirt flared and the leather upholstery smacked loudly against her bare buttocks. Nadine giggled. She stood up, then dropped down again, listening for the sound of smooth leather meeting soft flesh with sensual anticipation. The smack came again and the warmth thrilled through her body. She smiled a secret smile, then swung her feet onto the couch, turned on her side and stroked her buttocks tenderly and thoughtfully. Her skin felt warm and the deliriously sweet tingling rippled through her flesh. Nadine shivered with delight, pursed her lips and a sound of pleasure oozed out. "Uuum ... nice."
She slithered to her feet and glided quickly to the doorway. "Wanda," she called, her voice sweet and young, "Wanda, come here. I want you."
She hummed to herself, wriggling her fifteen-year-old body and caressing the smooth swell of her small belly under her skirt as she slid her way back on the couch.
"Yes, Miss Nadine?"
The pretty girl, not much older than Nadine, waited at the door of the sunroom.
Nadine stared at the maid with a dreamy expression in her round, guileless eyes. "Come here, Wanda," she murmured very softly. She beckoned with her finger, as though they were playing a little girl game. Wanda moved forward with small, reluctant steps. She looked shy and embarrassed; inside the neat maid's uniform her body seemed to quiver.
"Lie down, Wanda," Nadine crooned, pointing to the couch.
Wanda tensed. Beneath the abbreviated dark skirt, she held her thighs tightly together as she hissed; "No! not now ... your mother! She might come in!"
Nadine shook her head. "No, she won't, Wanda," she smiled. "She's talking on the phone, upstairs in her room." She met the maid's eyes, then repeated resolutely; "Lie down, Wanda!"
"No!" The girl spoke quietly but fearfully.
Nadine drew herself up to her full four-foot-eleven. She still looked like a sweet little girl, but she was an angry little girl, too. "Get on the couch!" Nadine's voice was not soft this time.
Wanda shook her head, swallowing nervously.
Nadine's small hand moved in a short, vicious arc. It slapped hard on Wanda's face. The slim maid drew back with a whimper. There were red marks where the young but strong fingers had hit. "The couch!" Nadine spewed wetly.
Tremblingly, Wanda climbed onto the leather-upholstered couch and stretched herself out on her back. Her uniform worked itself up, showing a bare gleam of white thigh above her dark stockings. She pulled her skirt down modestly then cast a frightened glance at Nadine.
"That's right," lisped Nadine, sounding soft and sweet again, "that's so nice." Then her face seemed to tighten as she asked, "Are you ready?"
The sound that came from Wanda's lips could have been a moan or a whimper of protest, but ...
Nadine's eyes glistened; she turned her lithe young body, dragged her brief skirt up to her waist, baring the smooth buttocks and rounded belly with soft, blonde pubic hairs. Then she half-jumped, half-fell onto the couch ... and Wanda. One foot rested lightly on the floor, her legs straddled the maid and her fleshy little bottom landed heavily on Wanda's belly. The maid gasped in pain as the air was forced from her body. "Nice, Wanda," Nadine crooned, "nice!"
She wriggled her buttocks, using them as feet to walk her body upward. Each rocking movement pressed heavily on the breathless maid. Nadine's thighs flattened Wanda's small breasts as she worked herself over them and the girl moaned in protest. Nadine giggled. "I know you like it, really!" she whispered.
She eased herself higher and higher, then her small hands reached down, gripped Wanda's short, dark hair fiercely. "You're not moving A your face this time," Nadine mouthed softly but determinedly. Her thighs straddled Wanda's face and her buttocks pressed heavily on the girl's breasts as she squatted down, motionless, for a brief moment.
The light triangle of soft, blonde hair was below Wanda's chin as she stared with frightened eyes. She glanced up, saw the expression on Nadine's face, then watched as the little girl opened and closed her mouth with strangely obscene movements. Wanda understood. She could not move her head, Nadine's grip was too firm, but her mouth could move. She parted her lips, moistened them with a tense tongue, then waited while Nadine raised her body slightly, moving her vagina up and over her victim's frightened mouth. Wanda stared at the wet vagina lips, saw the small pink mound above her face, then watched the small slit ooze open as it slid down onto her mouth.
Nadine came down heavily, wetly and suffocatingly with a soft squelching sound. She gripped Wanda's cheeks with her inner thighs, her vulva blotted out the girl's small mouth. Nadine wriggled herself; felt her vaginal lips opening and closing spasmodically, then as Wanda's mouth opened below them, she thrust herself down deeper and deeper.
Like an obedient slave, Wanda's tongue licked out, searched for, then found the tiny but tensile clitoris and tickled it with trembling caresses.
"Uuuuum!" it was a purr of pleasure, "uum, Wanda, nice-so nice!" Nadine's eyes were closed; she rocked herself gently, whispered wetly and retained her strong grip on Wanda's hair. "Lick it, Wanda," she mouthed, "suck it." Small sloughs of sound spewed from her lips. "I'll suck you after," she panted, "I'll suck your little cunt." She made a quavering, breathless giggle, pressed herself down with a compulsive effort, chanting, "Suck, suck, suck, ooooh, Wanda!"
Her voice had risen, her eyes flickered wildly and her body writhed and twisted remorselessly.
She couldn't see or hear anything. All she was aware of was the exquisite thrill which was beginning to throb through her nubile flesh.
Neither of the girls saw the woman who was standing at the sunroom door. For a moment, the woman watched; silent, immobile. Only the clenching and unclenching of her fists and the expression of melanged anger, shame and fear on her face indicated her emotion. At length, she shook her head as if in an agony of indecision, then moved forward until she was a few scant feet from the couch, the hot, slurred sounds and the writhing, sweating flesh of her daughter.
Like the strike of a snake, the words slid out. "Nadine, you bitch, stop!" The words seemed to choke in her throat, then she swallowed with an effort and finished, "You filthy little bitch, get your dirty little ass off that girl's mouth right now"!