MARCIA BRADY LIKES GIRLS, Part 1
This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction. Characters from the Brady Bunch have been used without permission. If you are offended by stories of teenage girls having sex with older lesbian women, please stop reading now.
(Lesbian Celebrity)
13-year-old Marcia Brady was the prettiest girl at Fillmore Junior High, or so she vainly thought. Beautiful brunette, Margie Simpkins, felt otherwise. After being friends in elementary school, puberty and boys had combined to make them bitter middle-school rivals.
As a preteen girl, Marcia had not been overly clothes-conscience, or obsessed about her appearance. While never a tomboy, she had enjoyed non-girly pursuits like camping and tree climbing. Now, about to enter the 8th grade, that had all changed. Marcia would no longer allow herself to be seen dressed in boyish pants and t-shirts, which seemed to overly emphasize her tiny, just-budding breasts.
A Southern California "Valley girl," Marcia constantly harangued her mother to purchase for her the trendier, bright, mod fashions of the early 1970's. Marcia would spend hours brushing her beautiful, shoulder blade-length straight blonde hair, which was fashionably parted in the middle like her idol, Peggy Lipton from TV's Mod Squad.
A self-appointed junior high school princess, Marcia would tease the adolescent boys with her short skirts and her slender, nude nylon-hosed legs. Despite a beautiful face and slender figure, at 13, Marcia had not yet developed much of a body to speak of. Marcia was embarrassed that her little sister, Jan's, boobs were already bigger, and Jan was just transitioning from 6th grade to junior high school.
Despite Marcia's unmistakable beauty, Margie was taller, with long legs and noticeably bigger, rounder breasts for an 8th grader. Junior high school boys hovered around both girls, who had quickly become adept at acting aloof, and pretending to take it all in stride.
Marcia was an above-average student, but surely no scholar. Junior high was just another necessary step along the way to her marrying a doctor or a TV star, like Desi Arnaz, Jr. or Davy Jones. Marcia knew that her good looks had the potential to take her far.
The next social hurdle that she had to cross was to become an 8th grade cheerleader. Fillmore Jr. High had only five spots available each year. The positions were coveted, and would practically ensure a prominent entrée to Westdale High School the following year.
Try-outs were scheduled for the second week of school, and upwards of forty of the prettiest and most athletic 8th graders were expected to try out. With no girls' sports teams, save for a lone basketball squad, the gymnasts and dancers among the 13-year-old girls had no other avenues for school athletic participation.
Marcia knew that she had to be prepared. Alice, the Brady housekeeper, was an excellent seamstress. Marcia cajoled her into making a white, pleated cheer skirt for her. Marcia found a McCall's Sewing Pattern kit that looked just right for the job. Despite Alice's pleadings for modesty by the pretty 13-year-old, Marcia used all of her eye-batting charm to ensure that the cheer skirt would be just a little bit shorter and sexier than what the other girls would be wearing.
The Friday after-school tryouts arrived at last. Marcia went to the girl's locker room to change from her school clothes to her cheer ensemble. Knowing that Fillmore's school colors were powder blue and white, Marcia had carefully chosen a plain powder blue short-sleeved blouse to go with her skimpy, white cheer skirt. When no one was looking, Marcia removed her padded A-cup bra and hurried to the gym to join the other girls who were trying out.
As expected, there were nearly fifty 8th grade girls assembled in the gym. En masse, they were all taught one fairly simple cheer routine. Then, individually, before a panel of judges, each girl would be asked to perform the routine. As Marcia looked around, many of her competitors were foolishly wearing their unflattering, school-issued P.E. shorts and tops, while Marcia was dressed like a cheerleader... and an alluring one at that.
The three judges consisted of the school principal, Mr. Tanner; the girl's P.E. coach, Miss Markesson; and the PTA President, Mrs. Judd.
With so many girls trying out, the judging was quick and cutthroat. There was no margin for error among the participants. Clumsy girls, fat girls, and girls who simply could not perform the simple routine adequately were quickly weeded out. Unsaid, was that the five cheerleaders eventually selected would be representatives of the school, and the prettier girls, like Marcia and Margie, would have a tacit advantage.
Mr. Tanner and Miss Markesson secretly looked forward to this day each year. The formerly small, skinny, 7th grade girls had often matured over the summer break to taller, shapelier 8th graders. Tryout day was a particular unspoken delight for both of them.
Mr. Tanner would often employ one of the prettier cheerleaders to be his special aide and to make the school announcements over the intercom each morning. He longed to place his eager hands beneath the cheer skirt of a blossoming 13-year-old, but knew better than to risk his career and his family for a few moments of pent-up pleasure. He knew that he would have to simply be satisfied to admire the tempting, young, jailbait from afar.
Miss Markesson, however, was correctly rumored to be a lesbian by the junior high girls. With short, dark hair, the 34-year-old had been a top college basketball player before becoming a P.E. coach at Fillmore. Secretly, Miss Markesson and her younger, female live-in lover daringly frequented the lesbian clubs and bars that had recently popped up in West Los Angeles.
Picking up a young, college-age girl or a starry-eyed runaway or two was becoming an increasingly frequent and sexually successful activity for the lesbian pair. As far as Amy Markesson was concerned, the younger the girl the better. However, she had not dared to try to seduce any of the pretty, junior high school girls under her tutelage.
For Miss Markesson, watching the naked, nubile 7th and 8th grade girls entering and exiting the showers made the drudgery of coaching P.E. somehow worthwhile. Miss Markesson was particularly interested in watching their little breasts develop and wispy pubic hair begin to manifest on her junior high school charges.
About 20 girls had already performed their routines by the time that Marcia's number was called. Marcia beamed her biggest, toothiest smile as she walked before the three judges, her pom pons positioned at her waist. Wearing no bra, Marcia had carefully walked in front of one of the large fans only moments before in order to make her nipples erect. With no designs or patterns on her powder blue blouse, her small, budding breasts and pointy nipples were unmistakable beneath the thin fabric.
Marcia looked delicious in her blue and white cheer outfit. The short skirt showed her slender, tan legs to her advantage, and her protruding, eraser-like nipples obscured the fact that she hadn't yet developed much of a chest at only age 13.
It was all that Miss Markesson could do to remain in her seat. What she really wanted to do was bury her face beneath Marcia's virginal, white cheer skirt. Mr. Tanner, for his part, couldn't remove his eyes from Marcia's bouncing, barely adolescent breasts.
Both adults looked on eagerly each time that Marcia kicked up her leg, revealing her snowy white cheer panties, and the promise of her youthful, taboo pussy beneath.
The routine was easy for Marcia, who had previously been enrolled in dance classes with her younger sisters. Marcia internally took satisfaction as each unprepared girl messed up their routine or failed to show the necessary pep and enthusiasm that the judges were looking for.
All of the girls were thanked for their participation and told that the five names would be posted the next morning at school. Marcia was feeling pretty confident until she looked over and happened to make eye contact with Margie Simpkins.
Rather than tying her hair in pigtails or a ponytail like the other teenage girls, Margie's shiny brown hair was done up professionally, and topped off by a powder blue bow. Margie was wearing a Fillmore Jr. High cheer outfit that had been previously worn by her beautiful, older, stepsister, Judy, now a popular high school senior at Westdale. Even Marcia had to jealously admit that Margie looked fantastic, and much older and more mature than most of the other 13-year-old girls.
Taking her turn in line to look at the bulletin board the next morning, Marcia was happy to see her name posted among the five. Unsurprisingly, Margie's name was also on the list. Marcia's next challenge was to be named as the uber-prestigious Cheer Squad Captain.
Marcia had recently heard members of the Nixon administration use the word Détente with regard to America's relationship with the Soviet Union. As Marcia understood it, it meant "live and let live." Marcia knew that she would need to incorporate that philosophy with Margie and the other girls if she wanted to be elected captain.
Marcia knew that she would need to be the sweetest, most helpful girl on the cheer squad if she wanted to have the word Captain embroidered on her cheer sweater.
Miss Markesson waited patiently in the girl's locker room. An armful of rough, industrially cleaned towels was stacked in her hands. The new class of incoming 7th grade girls were taking their first showers of the school year, and the lesbian P.E. teacher was eager to take a peek.
Some of the girls were still 11, or barely 12-years-old. Embarrassed that their flat chests had not yet begun to develop and that their pussy slits were hairless, many girls self-consciously tried to cover up their naked bodies with their hands and arms as they were handed towels by the leering lesbian P.E. teacher.
One exception was a pretty, long-haired blonde whose boyish figure was already beginning to develop curves. Her small breasts were noticeably maturing faster than many of her 7th grade peers. Proud of her taut, young body, the 12-year-old girl walked unashamedly naked as she collected her towel. Beads of water glistened seductively from her small, firm ass and long legs as she pressed the towel to her face and pubescent breasts.
Retreating back to her office, Miss Markesson checked her roll sheet. "Brady. Jan Brady."
As the 7th grader dressed and was departing the locker room, she heard a voice from behind her: "Jan Brady?" Jan turned. It was Miss Markesson.
"Are you any relation to Marcia Brady?" "Yes," replied Jan. She had been asked this question a million times before. "She's my sister," the pretty blonde replied politely. Her silver braces shined in the Southern California sun with her pasted-on smile.
"Fucking Marcia, Marcia, Marcia," Jan thought to herself as she walked to her next class.
As the days turned to weeks, Marcia continued to be an uncomplaining sweetheart at cheer practice. Marcia had even begun to slowly repair her relationship with Margie. They had once been friends in grade school. Both began to realize that the other was a nice girl, and they wondered how their junior high rivalry could have spun so far out of control.
Finally, one Friday, the new cheer uniforms for the squad arrived. The girls clapped and squealed with delight as each was handed a powder blue and white cheer uniform embroidered with their first names above their hearts. Large "FJHS" letters were emblazoned on the front of each sweater.
Margie surprised Marcia by inviting her to her house to try on their new uniforms. Not having any reason not to, Marcia accepted and the two teenage girls walked several blocks to Margie's house, their schoolbooks and cheer uniforms tucked under their arms.
Margie knew from elementary school that Marcia was one of six Brady siblings. Margie even told Marcia that she thought that Greg was "kind of cute." Margie, like Marcia, lived in a combined family household. Margie's mother had divorced her "real father" when she was a small child, and then remarried. Unlike the three girls and three Brady boys who were all maddingly close in age, Margie lived with a single, older, sophisticated stepsister, who would soon be off to college.
Marcia said that she envied the quiet and privacy that Margie must enjoy. While Margie admitted that things were quiet and that she got along well with her stepsister, she confessed that her parents were rarely home, and that she and her stepsister, Judy, were typically left on their own most of the time. "It can get a little lonely," Margie admitted.
As Marcia stepped into Margie's well-appointed home, it looked to Marcia more like a museum than a home lived in by a family. Even with a full-time housekeeper in Alice, the Brady home was noisy and sometimes a shamble from six rambunctious children, the oldest being just a freshman in high school.
As Margie pulled out some snacks and Tab sodas from the refrigerator, Marcia met Margie's stepsister, Judy, for the first time. Not quite 18, Judy Marx was one of the most beautiful girls that Marcia had ever seen. Blonde, and 5'9" tall, Marcia had heard that Judy was a sometime teen model, and had been in a few television commercials. To Marcia, Judy looked exotic and mature, like a high school Brigitte Bardot.
Margie introduced the two girls. Marcia could feel butterflies in her stomach as she spoke nervously to the dazzlingly attractive Westdale senior. Marcia could feel Judy looking at her intently. Suddenly, Judy moved in very close to Marcia and gently held her face.
Wordlessly, Judy gazed deeply into Marcia's lovely blue eyes. Just as suddenly, Judy released Marcia's face, saying to Margie: "Your friend is really pretty." Marcia blushed noticeably. Judy had been so close to Marcia's face that she fearfully thought the pretty 17-year-old might try to kiss her. Marcia was even more frightened by the fact that she had wanted Judy to kiss her. She had never thought about a girl "that way" before that very moment, but Judy was drop-dead gorgeous, and Margie was pretty "foxy" too.
Heading out the door to her car, Judy munched on a carrot, saying to Margie, "By the way, my dad and your mom flew up to San Francisco for the weekend." Looking directly at her young stepsister with a wry smile, Judy added, "So, don't wait up for me." Margie knew that meant that her sexually active stepsister would be hooking up somewhere with someone, and that Margie shouldn't expect to see her until sometime the following day. Once again, Margie felt all alone.
Fearing that she was still blushing from meeting the attractive, blonde 17-year-old, Marcia suggested to Margie that they go somewhere to try on their new cheer outfits.
Marcia cheerfully followed Margie upstairs to the master bedroom, where Margie's mother had an ornate, full-length, three-way mirror. Margie assured Marcia that it would be O.K. to use it with her parents out of town.
Margie began to undress until she was down to a lacy, mature, bra and bikini panty set. As Marcia began to likewise undress, she was suddenly self-conscious that her plain A-cup bra and panties didn't match, and that they were more suitable for a younger, pre-adolescent girl.
Marcia quickly changed into the cheer outfit, and looked in the mirror enviously at Margie's lithe, more-developed 13-year-old body. Margie's legs were long, and tan from summer trips to the beach with Judy and her friends. Inexplicably, Margie removed her bra. Marcia was open-mouthed in shock, but couldn't take her eyes off of Margie's impressively round, tan-lined B-cup breasts as Margie enticingly circled her areolae with her fingers.
"What is going on?" Marcia asked herself. Until today she thought she was only interested in boys. Now, for the second time in a day, Marcia found herself mesmerized by another beautiful girl. This time, it was her nearly-naked 8th grade cheerleader teammate.
As Marcia tried to focus on admiring her new cheer uniform in the three-way mirror, Margie approached her from behind. The taller girl rested her chin on Marcia's shoulder. Despite wearing her sleeveless cheer sweater, Marcia could feel Margie's firm, naked breasts gently press into her back.
"You're so beautiful, Marcia. You should be cheer captain," Margie purred as she softly kissed Marcia's neck.
Marcia seemed frozen as the beautiful, 13-year-old brunette provocatively kissed and licked her neck and gently ran her fingers along Marcia's slender, bare arms.
"What is she doing?" Marcia asked herself. Her question was soon answered when Margie lifted Marcia's cheer sweater nearly up to her chin. Margie's busy hands began to tenderly caress and squeeze Marcia's small breasts through her plain white bra.
Marcia and Margie were both very conscious that Marcia hadn't uttered even a word of protest or attempted to walk away as Margie daringly felt her up.
Walking in front of Marcia, Margie pressed her remarkable young breasts into Marcia's immature, bra-covered chest, and began to deeply kiss the oldest Brady girl. Marcia could see Margie's slender, tan back and firm ass in the mirror as she made out with Marcia. Marcia could feel herself getting weak-kneed and woozy as she was tongue-kissed for the first time by the beautiful, brunette teen cheerleader.
At 13, Marcia had not even had her first kiss from a boy. Suddenly, she was a kissing a girl... and she liked it... Really liked it! Margie's kisses were soft and tender, and seemed to cause Marcia to tingle all over.
Unconsciously releasing her nubile body over to her 8th grade classmate, Margie, Marcia seemed to almost mentally leave her body as she allowed Margie to remove her cheer outfit. Marcia watched mutely as Margie began to kiss and lick her small, bee-stung breasts and pert brownish nipples. Marcia finally grinned when Margie's active tongue tickled her sensitive nipples.
Marcia hadn't even noticed that her panties had been removed, but she soon felt Margie's hand exploring, but not penetrating, her virgin nether regions. Marcia reflexively sighed as Margie's fingers gingerly stroked her sparse, blonde pubic hairs.
Inviting Marcia to her bedroom, the two aroused 8th graders walked naked to Margie's bedroom, their clothes and cheer outfits still strewn across the master bedroom.
The two young girls were an excited tangle of exploring hands and mouths as they began to frantically make out on the small, single bed. Suddenly, Marcia popped up with a concerned look on her face. "What if your stepsister comes home?" Margie took the opportunity to fondle one of Marcia's bare sub-A-cup breasts as she reassured her that Judy wouldn't be back. What Margie said next made Marcia's head spin with questions: "Judy has her own girlfriends."
"Did Judy fuck girls too?" Marcia wondered if Judy was having sex with other girls at Westdale high? More importantly, Marcia wondered if might Judy be interested in a young girl like her? Marcia then boldly leaned in, sticking her tongue into Margie's receptive mouth. Marcia was learning quickly as the two junior high school girls continued to roll their lithe naked bodies together on the bed.
Marcia was tremendously enjoying the nude foreplay with Margie. Having had her own little boobies licked and sucked on, Marcia gleefully returned the favor, trying to swallow Margie's B-cup breasts whole. Remembering the attention that Margie had paid to her sensitive, erect nipples, Marcia began to intently suckle on Margie's tan-lined breasts. Margie moaned softly with pleasure as she wrapped her arms around Marcia's head, stroking her luxurious, blonde hair.
After a prolonged period of time, Marcia released Margie's breasts from her desirous attention. Marcia could feel a yearning tingling in her pussy unlike anything that she had ever felt before. Instinctively, she unashamedly began to rub and poke her virgin vagina as Margie looked on hungrily.
Readjusting her position on the bed, Margie soon found her face comfortably nestled between Marcia's smooth, 13-year-old thighs. The implications of what would happen next soon became apparent to Marcia, and for the first time that afternoon she resisted.
Pushing against Margie's forehead, Marcia began to stutter, "I, uh, I d-don't think we should..." "Do what?" Margie innocently asked. A mischievous grin was on her face as she gently fingered Marcia's tightly closed, adolescent pussy lips.
Marcia composed herself and imparted that she didn't want things to get too far: "If I let you lick my pussy; doesn't that make us both lesbians like Miss Markesson?" "I think we're already a little past that," Margie replied logically. With that, Margie's tongue made a long, deep, lust-filled pass into the uncharted valley between Marcia's slender, teenage legs. Marcia cried out with an unanticipated sexual fervor, clutching the bedspread. Margie added her finger simultaneously with her tongue as they feverishly mined Marcia's sweet, young pussy.
Marcia came quickly... and loudly. Margie had to remove her hand from Marcia's pussy to place it over her mouth. Marcia sheepishly smiled, knowing that she had almost alerted the whole neighborhood that the two girls were engaging in underage, lesbian sex.
As punishment, Margie pinched and twisted one of Marcia's raised nipples, urging her to "Shhhh." Margie then reinserted two fingers into Marcia's pussy, continuing to aggressively thrust in and out.
Marcia laid back on the bed and let the more experienced lesbian have her way. There would be no further questions or protestations as Margie turned Marcia out.
It was Margie who first suggested that Marcia take a look at the time. Neither girl wanted Marcia to linger too long and start having uncomfortable questions asked at home. Margie rubbed one of Marcia's small butt cheeks, saying, "I hope you can come back. Maybe you can ask your folks if you can sleep over?" Margie asked hopefully. Marcia nodded as she walked back to the master bedroom to retrieve her clothes.
Walking nervously back to her home on Clinton Avenue, Marcia experienced a growing fear, thinking that all eyes were suddenly on her and that somehow, they all knew that she had just had sex with a girl. Marcia self-consciously pressed her school books and new cheer outfit to her just-fondled, small chest as made the several blocks walk back to her home.
Marcia anxiously wondered if her parents or siblings would be able to instantly tell by her face that she was no longer a virgin? Would they be able to smell Margie's sex on her young body?
Apprehensively entering through the front door, Marcia was met by the usual noise and clamor of her Brady siblings who did not so much as acknowledge her presence. Marcia braced herself again as she found her mother and Alice in the kitchen. She was greeted pleasantly by her mother with the words, "Marcia, dinner is in ten minutes."
Marcia had gotten away with it! No one had noticed that she had just been rolling around naked with another girl, and that her pussy had been repeatedly licked only minutes before.
Knowing that Margie's parents were rarely home, Marcia couldn't wait to return. Maybe Margie would let her eat her pussy? Maybe she would see Judy again?
Through her newly-made connections in the TV commercial and modeling industry, Judy had recently learned from a makeup artist of a lesbian nightclub in West Los Angeles, off of Santa Monica Boulevard. Judy was told that pretty, underage girls like her, were never carded at the club.
Driving her orange VW Bug at top speed from the San Fernando Valley, Judy was curious to meet other girls who liked girls.
Finding the marquee for the Silver Belle nightclub, Judy parked her car on a side street nearby. Judy was dressed in a tight, black and purple minidress. Judy's young legs were sexily encased in dark pantyhose, and she wore fashionable suede lace-up boots that were nearly knee-high.
Knowing that she was several years underage, Judy took a deep breath as she boldly entered the dimly lit nightclub. The hits of the day were blaring overhead, and several women were dancing on the small dancefloor as Judy stopped to allow her eyes to adjust to the black lights and the sudden darkness.
Looking toward the busy bar, Judy made eye contact with a very masculine-looking female bartender who winked at the blonde, underage girl. Judy was in!
It didn't take long for the pretty teenage girl to become an instant attraction in the crowded bar. She was approached by several women intent on buying the clearly underage girl a drink. Used to this kind of attention since puberty, Judy was in no hurry to find a partner for the night, and was enjoying dancing with women presumably in college, and some well-dressed, bored Beverly Hills housewives out for some young pussy to spice up their dull lives.
During the few slow dances, Judy's partners brazenly took the opportunity to feel up her attractive, young body. Judy didn't let them go too far, but enjoyed the freedom and attention being paid to her by the like-minded lesbians.
Judy had known since grade school that she was attracted to women and girls. She particularly remembered wanting to be kissed by Elizabeth Montgomery from Bewitched, or Barbara Eden from I Dream of Jeannie. At age 16, Judy had allowed herself to be turned out by a neighbor woman who was the mother of a school friend. The experience was life altering, and now, Judy couldn't get enough, even though she had to be very discreet.
Thirsty from dancing, Judy headed back to the bar. She was quickly approached by an athletic, short-haired woman who appeared to be in her middle-thirties. "Would you like a daiquiri?" the woman asked. Before Judy could respond, she was dumbstruck in recognition before almost spitting out: "Miss Markesson?!"
The woman trying to buy her a drink had been her P.E. teacher only four years before. Judy had really blossomed physically after junior high. Judy always had a pretty face and blonde hair, but even though a cheerleader, she was a tall, skinny, flat-chested 13-year-old while at Fillmore. Mother Nature would bless her with full-force during her freshman year in high school.
Judy reintroduced herself, and the P.E. teacher looked at the young girl in wide-eyed wonder. Quickly doing the math, Miss Markesson guessed that the beautiful girl in front of her couldn't be any older than 17 or 18-years-old. "That was just fine," Miss Markesson thought to herself. Neither had to explain why they were in the Silver Belle that night. The answer was obvious.
With different last names, Miss Markesson didn't make the connection that Judy Marx and the pretty 8th grade cheerleader, Margie Simpkins, were stepsisters.
Sipping on the daiquiri that her former P.E. teacher had just bought for her, the two briefly reminisced and updated each other on their lives during the past four years. To show her interest in the beautiful blonde, Miss Markesson gently stroked Judy's hand and forearm as she looked deeply into the 17-year-old's eyes. She didn't want this one to get away.
Explaining that she lived with a woman, the P.E. teacher searched the dance floor for her younger lover. Finding a pretty brunette dancing exuberantly to "Brown Sugar" by the Rolling Stones, Miss Markesson motioned for the younger woman to join her at the bar with Judy.
Pamela Brown was a 25-year-old former USC tennis player. Hoping to turn pro, Pamela was disappointed to learn that she was not as talented as she hoped to be. Putting her professional touring aspirations aside, Pamela was making a living by giving private tennis lessons, as the sport was booming at the time.
An attractive, athletic, young woman. She would sometimes go home in the afternoons with the married woman who she gave lessons to. What their husbands and children didn't know wouldn't hurt them. Pamela's clientele grew as her lesbian sexual availability became more well-known in the Valley housewife circles.
Pamela and Amy Markesson had met on the tennis courts at L.A. Valley College. Impressed by the fit, older, athletic, P.E. teacher, Pamela and Amy quickly became lovers. After moving in together, their relationship morphed into picking up young girls for threesomes and foursomes. With the sexual curiosity of the 1970's, and a seemingly never-ending supply of fresh-faced young girls moving to Los Angeles, Amy and Pamela were rarely short of amenable weekend company.
Judy looked up as the pretty brunette joined them at the bar. The girl was about 5'4" tall, and was wearing jeans. Her blouse was unbuttoned almost to her belly button, and she was clearly not wearing a bra.
"This is Judy," Amy Markesson said pleasantly. "Hi Judy," Pamela replied. "I'm Pamela." Amy then went on to awkwardly explain that Judy had once been a student of hers. Pamela took that to mean that Judy was probably as young as she looked, but for obvious reasons didn't ask her age.
The way that the two women were hitting on Judy, it was pretty obvious that they were interested in a threesome. Being with two other women intrigued Judy. She had secretly hoped that her older neighbor lover would include her pretty daughter, and Judy's classmate in their secret trysts, but thus far it had never happened.
It took little convincing for Judy to agree to go back to Amy and Pamela's apartment in the Valley. With two cars, it was agreed that Pamela would drive back alone, while Amy would accompany Judy in her small VW to ensure that she didn't get lost.
The drive back to the Valley seemed an eternity to Amy Markesson. She had been with a bevy of innocent as well as experienced women and girls, but there was something about Judy that was special. Judy was obviously beautiful, but her self-assured confidence belied her obvious youth.
Amy's hand busily caressed the dark nylon hose covering Judy's inner thigh as they drove the L.A. freeways back to Amy and Pamela's apartment. Amy desperately wanted to kiss and feel up the young breasts of the beautiful 17-year-old who was driving the car.
Pulling into the apartment car port, Amy could see that Pamela had already arrived. The anticipation heightened. Amy couldn't wait to get her experienced tongue into her underage prize.
Entering the dark apartment, Judy could see a glowing light in another room. Miss Markesson reached for Judy's hand, and the P.E. teacher led the 17-year-old into the bedroom that she shared with Pamela.
The bedroom was dimly illuminated by an array of candles. Pamela was topless, and wearing only a pair of baby blue bikini panties. Pamela's breasts were small, but perky, topped with pink nipples.
Amy's hands began to traverse their way around Judy's black and purple mini-dress. Sitting the cooperative teenager on the bed, Pamela kneeled on the floor in an effort to unlace Judy's knee-high boots. It was an effort.
Meanwhile, Amy sat next to Judy, kissing the 17-year-old passionately, and aggressively rubbing Judy's ample breasts through the fabric of the dress. The P.E. teacher could tell that Judy was not wearing a bra.
With the boots now off, Judy stood up to remove her dress, placing it carefully over a chair. Judy's young breasts were bountiful, 36-C's. Amy gasped as they were revealed. Judy was standing in the room wearing nothing but a pair of dark nylons. Pamela had the honor of slowly removing Judy's waist-high pantyhose.
Amy and Pamela were practically salivating as Judy's naked body was obligingly revealed. There was not an ounce of fat on Judy's remarkable body. Judy's stomach was delightfully flat, and her long legs were smooth to the touch. A matted mound of blonde pubic hair obscured Judy's prize.
Both women had had sex with a bevy of women and girls, but they wordlessly agreed that none was better looking than Judy. More unbelievably, it had taken almost no effort to bring the young girl back to their apartment for a night of sex.
Experienced at double-teaming a female guest, Amy and Pamela quickly went into action. Amy tongue-kissed the beautiful high school senior before joining Pamela in feasting on Judy's improbably large, teenage breasts, tan-lined from many trips to the beach.
As the two women enjoyed licking and suckling Judy's breasts, Judy stroked Amy and Pamela's hair. Amy's dark hair was cut boyishly short, while Pamela had taken the time to put her brunette hair in a ponytail. She knew from experience that it would keep the hair off of her face when she was eating pussy.
The two older women eventually moved Judy to the bed, placing her on her back. Knowing the probably answer, Amy asked anyway if Judy had ever done any of this before. Judy merely nodded up and down, indicating "yes." Again, as part of their well-practiced routine, the 25-year-old tennis instructor straddled Judy's face, while Amy, the 34-year-old P.E. instructor lustily assailed Judy's 17-year-old pussy.
Judy's legs quivered involuntarily as Amy expertly performed cunnilingus on the blonde beauty. Likewise, she was proving to Pamela with her tongue that she was no inexperienced virgin. The happy sounds of contended moans filled the apartment bedroom.
After some impassioned orgasms, Amy and Pamela nimbly switched places. Pamela had a slower, sensual, technique as she pleasured Judy's pussy. Judy happily reciprocated the oral pleasures with Amy. Judy had been ably taught at age 16 by her amorous older neighbor.
As the evening wore on, they were engulfed in a tangle of impassioned hands, tongues, and lips as the trio nakedly frolicked on the large bed.
Judy was slamming her crotch into Pamela from the missionary position when she was surprised from behind by Amy. Feeling her firm, bubble-butt cheeks being parted, Judy was startled when, instead of having her pussy attended to, Amy began to ardently lick and spear Judy's pink anus with her adept tongue. Judy believed that she had experienced virtually everything with another woman by now, but this was a new experience. One that she quickly enjoyed.
The sweaty, frenzied, lesbian threesome went on into the wee hour of the morning, when the naked lovers finally collapsed in a heap, and eventually fell asleep.
The next morning the three naked women ate a spartan breakfast of coffee and sliced fruit before squeezing into the shower for a final bit of fondling and fun before Judy made her short drive home.
As the VW bug pulled into the family driveway, Margie, Judy's stepsister, carefully noted that Margie was still wearing the same miniskirt and boots that she hard day before. However, Judy's hair was wet, as if she had just stepped out of the shower, and Judy's legs were bare. Margie had noted that Judy was wearing pantyhose when she had left the house the previous day.
The two girls exchanged wordless looks as Judy entered the house. Judy had undoubtedly spent the night in another girl's bed. Margie wondered who?
When night time arrived, and their parents still in San Francisco, Judy slipped quietly into Margie's small bed. Judy was only wearing a pair of panties, while Margie was dressed in a light pair of summer pajamas.
Margie scooted over to make room for her blonde, 17-year-old stepsister. As if by routine, Judy began to unbutton Margie's pajama top. Caressing Margie's bare B-cup breasts as they spooned in the bed, Judy began to tenderly kiss Margie's neck, while deeply inhaling Margie's sweet scent.
With the parents frequently gone, the two lonely stepsisters had learned to console each other in bed when their parents were absent. Although they didn't always make love, both enjoyed being naked together, spooning and fondling the young body of the other.
Judy was kissing and nibbling on Margie's ear when she unexpectedly asked, "Who was that pretty girl here yesterday?" "Isn't she a fox?" Margie enthusiastically offered: "Her name is Marcia Brady. She's on the cheer squad with me. I've known her since Clinton Elementary. I used to think she was real bitch, but she's actually pretty cool.
Playing with Margie's erect nipples, Judy further inquired, "Did you fuck her?" Judy could tell by Margie's flushed face that something had gone on. Judy chuckled at the thought of her 13-year-old stepsister seducing another girl, and squeezed one of Margie's round breasts in approval.
Judy further teased her young stepsister, "You did! You fucked that little blonde!!" Judy began to fantasize about a naked Marcia Brady being tongue-fucked by Margie.
"What about you last night?" Margie asked bitingly.
Judy held up a backwards peace sign, then obscenely moved her tongue around the two upraised fingers, saying brazenly: "There were two of them."
Not wanting any further conversation, Judy pushed aside Margie's sheets, and descended upon Margie's pajama shorts. Quickly removing them, Judy hungrily lapped at Margie's 13-year-old pussy.
In between moans, Margie offered: "I'm thinking of inviting Marcia over for a sleepover.:
The End of Part 1.
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