Fantasies -- part 1
By sara
F/F, f/f humiliation
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For Anna Sampson, it all began with the fantasies. And the fantasies started at a very young age.
Born to a mother and father who were hopeless alcoholics, Anna sought refuge in her own bedroom each night, escaping from her parents' incessant drinking, bickering and lack of love. In her bedroom, Anna was safe. It was as if her mother and father had completely forgotten about her while she was in her room. She even developed the habit of sneaking food into her room so she could prolong the time she stayed secure. She even convinced her mother to let her keep a little chamber pot in her bedroom and that meant she could spend quite a while in there without having to come out and face the harsh realities of her real world family. And that meant she had more time for the fantasies.
Her first fantasy at age eight was that her father, who dominated, abused and forced her mother to drink with him, would die. Her fantasy wasn't particularly gruesome; just that he would go to sleep one night in a drunken stupor and not wake up. And, sure enough, he did just that.
Anna was frightened because her fantasy had come true. Her eight year old mind wondered whether she had somehow caused her father's death. For weeks after her father was buried in the Potter's field outside town, Anna kept herself from fantasizing at all. She didn't want another death on her conscience.
Unfortunately, Anna's mother continued to drink and was often out late at night bar hopping. And when she was home, Anna's mother felt obliged to abuse and mistreat her young daughter just as her late husband had done. This dysfunctional situation continued for the next year, until Anna was nine.
One respite from Anna's dreary family life came from a discovery she made one evening while rummaging through her mother's closet. A lesbian pornography stash of cheap paperback books and smutty magazines was hidden under some of her mother's paperwork in one corner of her closet.
Anna began to slip one of the books out each night. The vivid drawings in the books depicting lurid scenes of lesbian lovemaking burned into her brain and stoked ever higher her burgeoning hormonal flow.
The innocent young girl didn't even know the word 'masturbation', but the drawings and smutty text served as the spark that ignited her nightly sessions of self-loving. And she became very, very good at it.
It was good that she did because playing with herself would become virtually her only sexual release as she grew into young womanhood. Later in life, she often thought that it was this rude introduction to sex that turned her to the kinky obsessions that dominated her life.
The night she found the paperback books and magazines on lesbianism proved to be fateful for the young girl. Looking through the lurid pages of one favorite magazine, she became fixated on the bleach blonde women models with their long legs and big breasts. To her still developing 9-year-old brain, these women seemed like heaven as they fingered, felt up and lapped one another. The text that went along with the photographs only fueled the overheated thoughts in her mind.
That particular magazine never went back into her mother's closet. Whenever she found it impossible to sneak one of her mother's other salacious books or magazines out of the closet, she always had the one with her 'angels' in it to help her reach orgasm. By the time she turned 10, Anna realized that she herself must be a lesbian. Always a mature girl, she knew that it was a very grown-up thought to think of herself as a homosexual. But looking at the lesbian pornography, she was really attracted to the women; not only their blatantly sexual parts such as breasts and genitalia, but their rear ends and beautiful faces as well.
Particularly the blondes, and more particularly the 'angels' with large breasts and long legs, excited her. Even at her tender age, she fantasized, imagining herself in place of the women with their heads buried between their lover's legs. She learned from the text accompanying the photos that the women were "eating" the private parts of their partners for "total sexual joy."
Anna gazed longingly for hours at the close-ups of women performing cunnilingus, carefully studying each part of the spread genitalia depicted before her. Of particular interest to her were the photos of analingus. Little Anna just couldn't imagine the nastiness of sticking her tongue up a woman's rectum. But she fantasized herself to innumerable orgasms thinking about it.
Again, it was good she could fantasize well because later in life, her fantasies would also make up much of her love life.
By the time Anna was 10, she was an expert at masturbation, having tried as many possible ways of diddling herself as she could think of. Then, when she turned 12, a provident change occurred in the neighborhood. That fateful occurrence involved Madison and Emily Hart moving in across the street.
Emily was a 28-year-old widow and mother of 10-year-old Madison. Emily was also a blonde 'knockout', a built goddess with a 40D,23,36 figure and a beautiful face to match. Her daughter was a near double, but with the still budding body of a girl not yet in her teens. Here were two real life 'angels', just like the ones in her favorite porno magazine. And they lived right across the street from her.
From across the street, Anna could see that Mrs. Hart was the equal of any of the blonde beauties in the lesbian porno magazines she had carefully hidden under her bed. Little Anna, a 12-year-old vixen predator, was eager to meet the stunningly stacked beauty. Now, at night, Anna had switched from fantasizing about the women in the magazines to dreaming and masturbating about Mrs. Hart, her new 'angel'.
Anna's first opportunity to see Madison and Emily came less than a week after they moved in when the mother and daughter showed up on her doorstep and rang the front bell. The buxom blonde and her daughter were dressed virtually identically, in tight white shorts and even tighter fitting white sweaters, bare-naked legs and heels. Anna answered the door and was dumbstruck by the beauty of the pair. Anna was so unnerved that she simply couldn't speak.
"Cat got your tongue honey?," Emily asked her.
"Is your mom here? Why don't you invite us in?'"
Still not able to speak, Anna opened the door wide and stared slack jawed as the beautiful Emily Hart and her darling daughter walked in and sat down in the front room. Emily continued to give Anna orders, telling her to get Madison and herself something cool to drink. For some unfathomable reason, Anna did everything Emily told her to do without even thinking about it.
While Anna was in the kitchen getting gla sses of lemonade for Emily and Madison, Anna's mother, Beth, staggered out from her bedroom, still hung over from a night of revelry. Beth was taken aback by the two beauties sitting in her front room and abashedly excused herself to get cleaned up. Anna delivered up two glasses of cool lemonade and sat down, finally finding her tongue and asking the Harts if they liked the neighborhood. Emily answered, indicating that they loved their new home but that she and Madison hadn't made any friends yet, but were looking forward to getting to know folks better.
When Beth came back from getting cleaned up, she focused her attention on Emily and told Anna to go play with Madison in her room. The two girls ambled off into Anna's room as if they had known each other forever, and began playing with dolls. The two girls became fast friends, getting together each day after school and spending the entire weekends together, including sleepovers.
It didn't escape Anna's notice that her mother and Emily also became fast friends and if Anna ever wondered where her mother was, she knew to look first at the Hart's home. Beth even gave up her drinking and carousing because Emily talked her into it.
And Emily Hart and Beth Sampson were also the subject of one of her fantasies. Anna imagined her chastened mother serving as a submissive cunt-lapper for the beautiful Emily. Even at her tender age, Anna had a real kink for older women serving younger women and girls.
It was probably inevitable that the two girls would get around to sex talk and it came after they had been friends for only about three months. Madison, who even though she was two years younger than Anna, had a super little body that held promise of things to come. But even at 10, Madison was a little hottie who kept Anna's temperature aroused whenever they were together.
One day while playing dolls, Madison asked Anna if she ever noticed what big 'tits' Barbie had.
"I wish I had tits that big, I know that everyone likes big tits," Madison said.
Anna blushed but was very intrigued by the conversation. She eventually got around to 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' and she was very impressed when little Madison took off her top and showed Anna, who was practically flat chested, the beginnings of what would eventually be a great set of breasts. The games progressed quickly after that until Anna was soon looking at a completely naked Madison and was completely mesmerized by the young girl.
What Anna didn't and couldn't know was that Madison's mother Emily had been encouraging just such a scenario. Emily was a dominant lesbian and had already seduced Anna's mother into being her bed bitch and cunt lapper. Beth Sampson, who had sworn off men after her husband died, had become a true submissive Under Emily's seductive spell, willing to do Emily's every bidding. She was completely in love with the big-titted blonde and was spending every spare waking moment groveling at the domme's feet. In fact, Emily had Beth well on the way to becoming a complete toilet. Already, every morning, Beth awoke early to rush over to Emily's to take the younger woman a cup of coffee and to drink Emily's first morning piss, when it was strongest.
Emily had decided that having a mother-daughter sub combination would be very satisfying and erotic. Emily had been grooming her daughter as a domme since the girl was seven years old, when Emily had one of her subs at the time eat out the tender slit of her baby daughter. Since then, every sub that Emily dommed got to regularly dine on the cunt of her young daughter. Madison was very precocious sexually and had been orgasming under the oral ministrations of Emily's subs ever since.
From the first day that Madison and Emily visited the Sampsons, it had been Emily's plan to dominate the two females. Emi ly, of course, was keeping Madison completely filled in on her domination of Anna's mother and had even had Beth eat the twat of young Madison several times. Of course, Beth was too humiliated to confide her secret to Anna.
With Madison naked in front of her, Anna's sex drive took over and soon she was sharing her favorite lesbian magazine with the naked girl. Interestingly, Anna still had her clothes on with the younger girl completely naked and looking at the obscene pictures of lesbians sucking each other's twats. For Madison, this near admission of her lesbianism by Anna was certainly going to step up the timetable for seduction. Madison, who was incredibly mature for her age, had figured it might take three or four such sessions to bring Anna to a willing state of subservience to her. But now she figured that shortly she'd be sitting on the 12-year-old's face and enjoying a few fine orgasms.
And that is exactly where it went. After looking at the magazine with Anna, Madison slyly asked the 12-year-old if she wanted to play some of the games in the magazine.
"Where would we start," an inquisitive Anna asked the younger girl.
And Madison told her, indicating that the older girl should begin by running her fingertips over Madison's nipples. Madison, deeply experienced in handling the adult subs her mother brought her, knew that having the older girl start with her budding tits would build slowly and that by the time she suggested the fledgling lesbian taste her pussy, she'd be starved for it. So Anna began rubbing the young girl's nipples and flushed as she felt the tender flesh harden to her sex-hungry touch.
Then Anna's years of looking at the lesbian magazines and playing with herself took over as she captured the young girl's nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began a gentle pinching. After a few moments of the nipple foreplay, Madison wanted to move Anna along and instructed her nascent sub to begin to play with her pussy. Anna took to the suggestion of fingering the younger girl quite happily as she was beginning to feel the first stirrings of lust deep within her own body.
She began by running her finger in a sawing motion up and down the hairless slit. Madison gave a genuine moan of passion as she felt Anna's index finger begin to slice through her cunt lips. Then Madison told the older girl to take her index finger from her other hand and stick it in her vagina. Anna, from two years of looking at the lesbian magazines, knew exactly what to do and began to plunge her index finger in and out of young Madison's hole. And her finger slid in very, very easily.
As sexually immature as she was, it was obvious to Anna that young Madison's hole had been used before and with that knowledge came new-found respect for the blonde 10 year old. Hmm, thought Anna, this girl is experienced, I wonder with who. Madison then said something that would forever be burned into Anna's consciousness.
to be continued....
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