Message-ID: <6544eli$9803022151@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: See-El Subject: {ASS} Kissing Margaret by See-El (ff, teen) (1/1) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980302021923.27476.qmail@nym.alias.net> I have not written *anything* in ten years so this is my first submission to the group. This story was inspired by a television show I saw as well as a short story I read many years ago. The short story was about a machine with levers, and such, that could write stories. What would happen if I used such a machine and held down on the "blue" peddle. How blue could I make an ordinary scene. The result is something that may start off on an ordinary television show and very quickly turns "purple." It was really just an exercise to get the creative juices flowing. My next story shall be completely different, so if you do not like this perhaps the next shall do. I retain the copyright on all my stories in order to try to prevent commercial exploitation. For those of you who like to snip the headers I have included my standard disclaimer here: The following story is of an adult nature and is intended for adult readers. If you think you would be offended or are under the age of consent in your country and/or locale then this is not intended for you and should be deleted immediately or I will tell your mommy. See-El * * * Kissing Margaret by See-El Margaret pulled out a mat and prepared it as a bed beside her own. Even though Claire lived next door, she would often sleep over. Inevitably the conversation would turn to boys. "Isn't that Nicholas Parsons a dreamboat," asked Claire. Margaret plopped down on her knees besides Claire and gushed, "Yeah." They both looked up slightly, smiling, dreaming. "Have you ever french kissed a boy?" "Yeah, sure," answered Margaret quickly. "Well, what does it taste like?" "Uh, I don't know," she admitted. Looking at each other they leaned toward one another, slightly puckering and closing their eyes. After a quick peck, they broke away wide eyed and beaming. "That was weird," said Claire. "Yeah," agreed Margaret, still smiling widely. They had only practiced kissing on the inside of their own elbow before. There had never been the electric shock of kissing your own best friend. They came together again pressing their mouths together. Slightly opening them and tongues first probing and then caressing as they explored the other's mouth. Claire leaned forward, pressing her palms into Margaret's breasts. "Mmm," moaned Margaret. Wanting to take this to new heights, she unbuttoned Claire's pajama top and gently rubbed the girl's tiny nipple with her thumb. "Oh," said Claire. The two breaking their lip lock with Margaret moving her mouth down to Claire's small breast. A slight exhale upon it and then her tongue outlining it before she placed her mouth upon it and started sucking. Claire lay on her back tentatively brushing her hand against Margaret's breasts; not from lack of want, but from the pleasure of her sensitive nipple in her friend's mouth. Her friend moved to the left nipple while gently compressing the right breast. Claire had never loved anyone more than Margaret at this moment. She wanted her friend to feel incredible pleasure. She rolled over on Margaret and quickly stripped her of her top. Margaret was surprised about the aggressiveness and sense of urgency that Claire showed. Claire spun around and straddled her; playfully grinding her crotch into her Margaret's breasts before messaging her pelvis and slipping her hands into her pajama bottoms and into her panties. Margaret raised her butt to allow Claire to slip both panties and bottoms off. Claire starred at Margaret's pussy. She had more hair more hair then Claire and a larger clitoris. Claire gently stroked the hair back and forth as she inhaled the heady aroma of Margaret. Lowering her head slowly, she kissed and licked at her friend's pussy. Spreading it with her hands she probed deep with her tongue then licking and sucking the clitoris. This elicited several small, sharp cries from Margaret followed by rubbing and gentle slapping of Claire's bottom. Claire wrapped her arms around Margaret's thighs and held tight to prevent her head from being crushed between Margaret's legs. She was really flowing now and it was getting difficult to lap up those juices on a bucking Margaret. "Oh, oh, Claire!" she cried as came. The feeling was delicious. She lay there as wave after wave swept over her. Her friend was fantastic. Margaret tugged down on Claire's pajama bottoms and her panties. Claire rolled over and slipped them off, winding up leaning against the bed. Margaret kneeled down and gently licked the already very wet little girl. Burying her face in at this angle she smeared her cheeks and chin with juices and her nose brushed against Claire's clit. She reached her hands around and squeezed and pulled at Claire's ass cheeks as she tongued her pussy. She felt, rather than heard a small guttural moan come from Claire, due to the fact that her ears were covered by pressing thighs. She exposed her lower teeth and gently ran them down Claire's pussy allowing a flow of fluids into her mouth. She ran her tongue up the sides of her labia while pressing her thumb at the entrance to her vagina. Claire looked down upon Margaret's face and gently brushed her hair back. She then closed her eyes and involuntarily squeezed her thighs together and thrust her pelvis up. The most delicious feeling came flowing through her and she let out a soft sigh. They held each other for a while and then each crawled to her own bed. After a long day at school and a short night at play they were both very tired. Claire reached up to turn the light out and asked, "So what does tongue kissing taste like?" "I forget," came the reply. -------------------- Copyright (C) 1998 See-El, commercial rights reserved. Nom de plume registered off-line and rights protected internationally under the Berne Convention. Non-exclusive license is granted to retransmit or archive this story for non-commercial purposes. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |