This is a work of lesbian fiction. None of the characters actually existed, nor does the Sappho Ball. If you are offended by stories of multi-age lesbian sexual encounters, please read no further.
(Lesbian College).
Franklinville's Sappho Ball was a closely guarded secret, while at the same time being the event of the year for the state capitol's richest, and most powerful lesbian movers and shakers. Receiving a coveted invitation to the Sappho Ball was a sort of announcement that a woman was being recognized as one of the area's lesbian elite in terms of power, money, prestige, or all three.
Some women planned for the event months in advance. Those without wives or long-term female partners, jockeyed to have the prettiest girls in the city join them as their "trophy dates" for the event. Luxurious gifts of jewelry, cash, and more were often given to these weekend "dates." Straight girls were by no means excluded, but romantic obligations were carefully stated as an important condition of the package. $10,000 or more in cash was known to open the legs of even the prettiest straight girl.
State University was an important part of the city, and a popular place to secure a beautiful, cooperative companion for the Sappho Ball weekend.
Jeri Gold was the powerful President and CEO of TCB Communications, a global telecommunications provider. A busy executive who traveled around the world, she had delegated the task of finding a date for her to her invaluable personal assistant, Barbara Parkins. Barbara came up with the idea of getting a copy of the State U Campus Greek directory, which contained head shots of all of the current Sorority and Fraternity members.
Barbara knew that Jeri had a type: Young, blonde, and vivacious. While not excluding any pretty brunettes, African-American girls or Asian wild cards, Barbara perused the directory carefully and prepared a dossier on potential candidates. Barbara's goal was to develop a shortlist of pretty girls for Jeri to scrutinize. Barbara would give Jeri a head shot and what other additional information that she was able to dig up on each potential young candidate.
A meeting time was arranged for Jeri to further narrow down the list of candidates. Jeri selected three whom she said "would be quite acceptable."
As Barbara knew which sororities that they belonged to, she was tasked with feeling the candidates out, not literally of course, but finding at least one who would be willing to be Jeri's date and willing lesbian sexual companion for the weekend at the Sappho Ball.
The first two interviews didn't go well: One girl was a foreign exchange student from Japan. Pretty enough, she couldn't keep from giggling with her hand covering her mouth. The other candidate was far less pretty than her Photoshopped picture had indicated. In addition to her bad skin and poorly applied makeup, she lacked the polish to be the date of a high-powered, multi-millionaire.
Barbara was starting to get anxious and discouraged. She feared going back to Jerri empty-handed, and having to start the whole process over again. She had one final candidate to see.
Barbara had done her homework on this one: Cynthia Oliver had been voted the prettiest "sister" in her sorority, was a State U song girl, and was dating off and on State U's All-American quarterback, Vince Long.
It was a bright sunny day as Barbara stepped inside the Epsilon Theta sorority. She was met by a member in the lobby. "My name is Barbara Parkins. I'm with TCB Communications. I'm looking for Cynthia Oliver," said the personal assistant, handing the girl her business card.
The sorority girl yelled up the stairs: "Cyn, there's somebody here to see you."
A beautiful, sun-drenched blonde wearing a white print summer dress seemed to float down the long staircase. Barbara was as straight as they come, but even she felt a tingling urge upon seeing the pretty coed.
"Hi, may I help you?" Cynthia's voice was as melodic as she was beautiful. For a split-second, Barbara was unable to speak: "I-I'm Barbara Parkins. I'm with TCB Communications. We think we might have a favorable business opportunity for you." Cynthia looked at Barbara's card. It said "Personal Assistant to the President & CEO."
Cynthia had, of course, heard about TCB. They were one of the larger communication companies in the world, and they were headquartered right there in Franklinville. Cynthia was naturally intrigued.
"Would you care to have some coffee or lunch while I discuss what TCB has in mind?" asked Barbara.
Cynthia looked at her inexpensive wrist watch. "You picked a good time," Cynthia said. "I'd be happy to learn more." Barbara said casually: "How about Chez Maurice?" Cynthia nearly jumped out of her shoes. Chez Maurice was the most exclusive and expensive restaurant in town.
The two women exchanged friendly banter as they drove in Barbara's BMW to the exclusive downtown restaurant. Barbara was recognized on sight and the pair were led to a private room. Cynthia was even more impressed with this personal assistant who was clearly well known in some of Franklinville's best places.
The two women ordered light lunches, and neither wanted wine that early in the day. Finally, the personal assistant got down to brass tacks. Seeing how beautiful Cynthia clearly was, Barbara chose to embellish a bit: "TCB thinks you could be a potential model for an Asian advertising campaign that we are planning. American blondes are good for advertising in Asia." Cynthia was surely interested.
Then Barbara dropped the bomb: "But first..." The scenario of the weekend event was candidly explained, including the final Ball and reception. Naturally, Cynthia would be given all expenses to cover her outfits and ball gown, and would be "generously compensated for her time."
"Generously compensated," what does that mean?" Cynthia asked. "What do you want it to mean?" Barbara asked back, happy that Cynthia was going to name her price first, as this was would be helpful in their negotiations. "How about a new car?" Cynthia asked facetiously. Barbara remained stoic. The price of a new car would certainly mean very little to the nearly-billionaire, Jeri.
A million things were running through Cynthia's head. She had no particular qualms about having sex with a woman. Truthfully, she had never given it much thought one way or another. If she could get a new car to replace her old, run-down Toyota, it might be worth the weekend investment, and no one would have to know about it.
Cynthia, despite her popularity and beauty, came from rather modest means. Her State U scholarship and occasional public appearances and promotional deals with sponsors had been able to pay her sorority dues and room and board, as well as providing her with a fairly comfortable time on campus, but she was in no way well to do.
The golden-haired song girl thought about what Vince Long would think if he found out? "Fuck him," she thought. He was too busy chasing every pussy on campus to be a reliable boyfriend anyway.
Before making a preliminary agreement with Barbara, Cynthia's only request was to meet with Jeri before giving the final O.K. Rich or not, Cynthia didn't want to have her pussy violated by some fat, 70-year-old lady. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Driving Cynthia back to her sorority house, the two women exchanged cell phone numbers and Barbara promised to get back to Cynthia very soon.
There was a bit of a buzz in the sorority house when Cynthia returned. She tried to downplay everything: "Yes. The woman was from TCB. There's a possibility of some modeling work for an Asian campaign, but it was much too early to celebrate anything just yet."
Barbara returned to the TCB headquarters the following day. "This is the one," Barbara said definitively, laying Cynthia's radiant head shot on Jeri's desk. "She's even prettier in person," Barbara added. Jeri looked up from her desk and at Barbara. Knowing that Barbara was straight as an arrow, this blonde girl must have made quite a favorable impression on her.
"What does she want?" Jeri asked absently, while looking again at the photo. "First of all, she wants to meet you." Barbara answered. Jeri gave a slight nod. "But what does she want?" Jeri asked again. "She mentioned a car, but I don't know if she was serious." Jeri was not fazed.
"Barbara, please look at my calendar and select a date when we can have dinner with this Cynthia. Thank you."
Rather than driving her own car as before, Barbara pulled up in a company limousine to pick up the blonde State U song girl. Instead of a French restaurant, Cynthia had suggested Sushi. Miyashisan, another upscale, exclusive restaurant was selected by Barbara.
All eyes seemed to descend upon Cynthia as she entered the elegant restaurant. Her blonde, full hair seemed to get a bounce from the overhead lighting. She was wearing a very tight little black dress that was short, but not too short. She had managed to successfully walk that tightrope between sexy and slutty. "If this deal falls through," Cynthia thought, "I want her to see what she's going to be missing."
Cynthia had spent the last several days researching TCB and their management team. She read about all of their latest global ventures and new telecommunication products.
Barbara had never revealed the name of the powerful executive who would be her date to the Sappho Ball, but by process of elimination Cynthia had deduced that it was President & CEO Jeri Gold. Looking at her picture on the website, Cynthia was relieved that Jeri seemed smartly put together and fit for a middle-aged woman. She hoped that the picture wasn't old or hadn't been completely manipulated on Photoshop.
Again, Cynthia and Barbara were brought into a private room. Jeri Gold was already seated. Jeri tried to remain composed as the sexy blonde entered the room. She was EXACTLY Jeri's type.
Jeri stood to greet her guest who surprised her with, "It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Gold." Jeri glanced at Barbara who with her eyes seemed to say, "I didn't mention your name."
Jeri was impressed with the intelligent comments and insightful questions that came from the Business Management major. Cynthia had clearly done her research on TCB, and it showed. Cynthia was so beautiful that Jeri would have been satisfied if the blonde had been unable to speak a word of English. Intelligent and beautiful was almost too much to ask for.
For Cynthia, she thought Jeri and attractive, witty and intelligent woman. She imagined Jeri's head between her legs, and the thought didn't seem repulsive.
Finally, Jeri suggested that they discuss the "subject at hand." A Business major, Cynthia understood the art of negotiation: "I'd be quite happy to agree to be your guest if we can come to a mutual agreement. I understand the clothes and the ball gown, but you want a young, trophy girl on your arm, so the clothes will benefit you as much they will me."
"Name something," Jeri intoned. Cynthia had been taught to start ridiculously high when starting a negotiation: "A new Mercedes Cabriolet convertible." "Done," said Jeri. "What color?" Cynthia's head was spinning. There was not even a lower counter-offer. She would be a willing lesbian for a weekend.
The event was less than four weeks away. It would be held again at the upscale Peaches resort overlooking the lake just outside of Franklinville. The resort was owned by one of the originators of the Sappho Ball, and the entire resort would only be open to those invited to the private event. Extra security was employed and the perimeter was widened to keep away anyone who might be curious.
Cynthia was given the happy chore of shopping for clothing and a ball gown. Barbara had given her a black credit card with a secret limit to ensure that she didn't try to buy a house or a yacht, but a generous budget was provided. Itemized billing was instantly sent to Barbara, who was pleased that Cynthia hadn't strayed from the agreement by going on a large shopping spree.
One day before departing for the resort, a shiny silver Mercedes Benz Cabriolet was dropped off at the sorority house. As the other sisters gathered around to look, Cynthia explained that this was a "signing bonus" for the possible Asian advertising campaign.
Cynthia also explained that she would be leaving tomorrow for a couple of days as she was going to be in "heavy meetings" with the marketing team and advertising group. All of this seemed perfectly plausible for the beautiful blonde. More than a few of her "sisters" were chartreuse with envy.
The limousine arrived promptly at the appointed time, Cynthia, wearing a new outfit that no one had seen before, handed her luggage to the driver and climbed into the backseat. A curious crowd gathered on Sorority Row as Cynthia was whisked off to parts unknown.
Jeri was picked up at her luxurious mansion located high in the hills above Franklinville. Jeri had been alerted by the driver that he was only minutes away. Jeri, and a very pretty maid in a tiny, short skirt were waiting for the limo. Cynthia wondered if Jeri sometimes tapped into the maid as well?
Entering the limo, Jeri gave Cynthia a proper kiss on the cheek and held her hand as they prepared for the 45-minute trip to the lake resort. Jeri was very polite, and made no sexual overtures during the drive.
Arriving at dusk, attentive female bell hops unloaded their luggage and prepared for them to be brought up to their designated rooms. Cynthia was overwhelmed as she entered the opulent lobby while Jeri checked in. The lobby was chock-full of middle-aged and older women, and a nearly equal number of young, pretty girls under the age of 30. Actually, most were under the age of 25. All were dressed to impress. Being seen with a young, pretty "date" was the real attraction of the pricy weekend.
A pretty young bell hop in black short-short's dutifully brought the bags to the fifth floor room. It wasn't a large resort, but Jeri had managed to secure one of the finer suites with a scenic view of the lake.
With the bags in the room, Jeri tipped the bell hop generously. Her black top was open halfway to her belly, showcasing a full set of young breasts. As she left the room, her round butt cheeks peeked out of her shorts. Cynthia looked on quizzically. Jeri knew that the bell hops only had work to do on the first and final nights, so some made themselves available for a price to those who had unhappy dates, or who wanted to spice things up with additional partners.
Jeri and Cynthia were hungry, so they decided to go to the resort dining room. They would not be needing the limo for the weekend, so Jeri told the driver to return to Franklinville.
Jeri made her first move of the weekend: She brought Cynthia into a tight embrace, pressing Cynthia's large breasts against her more petite body. Jeri gave the song girl a closed mouth kiss, and said: "Let's go to dinner." Both women checked their lipstick before leaving the suite.
Like the lobby, the restaurant contained a sharp contrast of older women, and younger, prettier, trophy girls. Cynthia further observed that all of the women were self-consciously eating salads.
Dinner went uneventfully enough. Cynthia was politely introduced to a small number of Jeri's friends and acquaintances. Cynthia could feel that some of the older women were mentally undressing the pretty song girl. With words of "We should get together this weekend," it became apparent that many pairings turned into threesomes, foursomes or larger groups during the weekend stay. Cynthia hadn't thought of it, and Jeri didn't seem too eager to share her prize. However, Cynthia had agreed to "cooperate" in the affections clause, whatever that meant.
Returning to the room with now open eyes, Cynthia began to look around. There was a large living area with a big screen TV, a plush sofa and chairs, and a well-appointed work desk. Walking into the other rooms Cynthia saw a large shower and jacuzzi bath. Cynthia estimated that each could fit 6-8. Was there going to be an orgy?
Walking to the sole bedroom, there was a large, King-size four-poster bed. Everything in the room was decorated in shades of white, including the fresh flowers that Jeri had arranged for.
Knowing that there was nowhere to run, Cynthia bought some thinking time by saying that she was going to take a quick shower. Unzipping her dress, Cynthia was gloriously naked in a jiff. Having been involved in dance and cheer since the age of 10, she had no hang-up's about undressing in front of other girls. Jeri began preparing for bed.
Cynthia was busily lathering herself up with a scented body gel as she thought deeply while in the shower. She could run naked into the night, but with over 100 lesbians in attendance in the hotel, she would not likely get far, or unmolested.
With a committed sigh she exited the shower and began to dry herself off. Cynthia emerged from the bathroom with only a small bath towel draped around her neck. it wasn't large enough to even partially cover her firm, upright 36-C breasts. Her blonde bush was carefully trimmed into an upside down pyramid, and her legs and bubble-butt were toned like the athletic dancer that she was.
Meanwhile, Jeri was lounging on the large bed. She had stripped down to silk stockings, garter belt , lacy short panties, and a push-up bra that exposed the upper half of her breasts.
Cynthia had to admit that Jeri was in attractively good shape, with a flat stomach and nice little titties. Cynthia had to shake her head. She had never thought of a naked woman that way before.
Jeri sat up and extended her arms to her naked trophy girl. Cynthia slowly walked towards the big bed. Inexplicably, she pinched her own nipples which were oddly erect, and she shimmied her large breasts from side-to-side which drew a big smile from Jeri.
Now, the age-difference pair were both kneeling on the bed and facing each other wordlessly. Jeri unfastened her 34-B bra, and pressed her naked breasts against Cynthia's larger ones. Jeri opened Cynthia's mouth with her fingers before delivering a long, open-mouthed kiss to the pretty blonde.
Tenderly caressing a large breast, Jeri positioned Cynthia on her back. Reflexively, the inexperienced girl opened her legs wide and scrunched her eyes closed tightly. Jeri continued to work her hand around one of Cynthia's breasts. She suckled and licked the other one.
Seeing the young girl in terror of being penetrated, Jeri cooed: "Not yet, my pet." Her hands and tongue began to explore other parts of Cynthia's magnificent, young body. Working her way down from Cynthia's breasts, Jeri eventually arrived at Cynthia's tan-lined pussy. Petting her golden pubic hairs as if they belonged to a small kitten, Jeri's hand began to quietly survey Cynthia's pretty lower lips. Holding her breath, Cynthia jumped at Jeri's initial touch.
Jeri moved her hand to Cynthia's stomach, and began to rub it in a very reassuring way. "Shh, baby, shh." Jeri said. "Unlike a penis, nothing is going to hurt you. It's all going to be pleasure."
Cynthia laid back and remembered how rough Vince Long had often been. "It was always wham-bam with that boy. If only everyone knew what a small dick he really had," Cynthia thought to herself.
Jeri's probing fingers were again directed towards Cynthia's young pussy. A single finger, then two, slowly and gently entered Cynthia before Jeri's tongue began to, surprisingly, delight the young, blonde, song girl.
Jeri would reposition her young trophy girl throughout that first evening, and Cynthia would successfully eat her first pussy.
Jeri was out of bed early the next morning. She had made arrangements for an early breakfast with a friend to begin her day. Looking over at her naked young companion, still in a deep sleep, Jeri resisted the urge to caress Cynthia's bubble-butt. Jeri left a note for Cynthia in a prominent place, and quietly exited the suite.
Cynthia finally awoke from what she felt was the greatest sleep of her life. The evening's sexual activities seemed to release something inside the pretty blonde song girl, and all of her cares, woes, and inhibitions seemed to melt away. Cynthia rose naked from the bed, looking for Jeri to perhaps start up a morning round two.
Cynthia found Jeri's note. It read.
"Cynthia,
I didn't want to wake you. You appeared to be sleeping so peacefully. Today I'm going to be meeting up with a lot of old friends and acquaintances, and I am planning to mix in a little business too. The younger girls typically hang out at the pool, or they manage to find ways to amuse themselves and each other during the day. Have fun!
To buy anything, all you have to do is sign your name and our suite number. I will be back around 5:00 p.m.
Jeri"
Cynthia read the note twice. Did Jeri just give her permission for me to have sex with other girls? Before last night, Cynthia would have thought it a very odd message. However, she had just received a practical education on the art of lesbian sex, and found out that she had enjoyed it far more than she could have ever imagined.
The beautiful blonde jumped in the shower to wash off the smell of sweaty lesbian sex. Cynthia thought some time by the pool might be fun, and a good opportunity to work on her tan.
Knowing that she had been brought along as eye candy to demonstrate Jeri's power and prestige, Cynthia had used Jeri's credit card to purchase the sexiest, skimpiest bikini that she could find.
The tiny, black bikini exposed almost all of Cynthia's full ass, and barely covered the nipples of her large breasts, Cynthia signed for an orange juice and a bagel at one of the kiosks. Upon finishing her Spartan breakfast, Cynthia walked boldly through the lobby to the large hotel pool.
Cynthia, was armed with only a bottle of sunscreen and her room key, She could feel all eyes seemingly upon her as her pretty ass jiggled. Cynthia had had similar feelings while doing her dance routines at the State U football and basketball games, but this was different. She could actually sense that many, if not most of the beautiful young women at the pool were hopeful that they would somehow have the opportunity to stick their tongue into her golden-haired pussy before the weekend was over.
As the blonde song girl surveyed her surroundings, she noticed that many of the girls were already topless, but she didn't see any overt signs of sex taking place.
Cynthia found a chaise lounge to sit on, and lowered her oversize sunglasses. She had put on an initial coat of sunscreen before leaving the suite, and hoped to relax and enjoy the sun. That plan quickly went awry as she was approached by a pretty, though chatty young girl.
"Hi. My name Susie, what's yours?" Susie was a slender teen with dark, straight hair that went to the middle of her back. Her topless breasts were small, but perky due to her youth, and her tiny bikini bottoms made it very apparent that she was completely shaven below.
Frankly, Cynthia was surprised to see someone so young at the Sappho Ball, especially knowing the circumstances. Susie, however, quickly made for surprisingly pleasant company, and Cynthia made room for Susie to scrunch in beside her on the chaise lounge. Their nearly-naked bodies rubbing against each other on the long, strapped chair.
The two girls made small talk, with Susie explaining that she had met an older woman one day after a soccer match who suggested Susie be her companion at the Sappho Ball. Susie, trying to prop her experience up, explained that she had already had sex with "dozens of girls."
Finally, Cynthia asked the obvious question: "How old are you?" "16," Susie half-whispered. Cynthia initially cringed at the revelation of jailbait, but decided that everyone has to make their own decisions, and who was she to judge? Looking at the sexy, slender nymphet, Cynthia thought: "I can certainly imagine someone wanting to fuck that little piece of ass. I wouldn't mind getting a hold of those little titties myself."
Suddenly, she caught herself. What was she thinking? Had she turned lesbo overnight? Was that even possible? As she sat up and surveyed the bevy of young, half-naked beauties poolside, in her mind she was asking herself which ones she would like to fuck? She shook her head, trying to erase her new, lesbian thoughts.
Then it happened: "Cyn? Cyn is that you?" came a distant voice. "Shit!" She had been discovered. Thinking that the chances of running into someone that she knew were so remote was one of the reasons she had agreed to attend the Sappho Ball.
Taking off her sunglasses and standing up to look around, she made eye contact with Sheila Morgenstern from the Jewish sorority on campus. She smiled at Sheila as the petite girl approached her. The two weren't friends and they weren't enemies. They were merely acquaintances in the large Greek system at State U.
The bikinied girls gave each other a hug. Sheila seemed to hold her embrace a little longer, pressing her topless 38-D's deeply into Cynthia's breasts.
"What are you doing here?" Sheila inquired. "Probably the same as you." Cynthia retorted. "What did you get?" Asked the short-haired girl. "A car." Cynthia answered curtly. "And you?" Cynthia asked. "A trip to Paris. God knows I need to get away this summer." Cynthia nodded.
The two girls were still standing. Cynthia had to admit that Sheila looked pretty cute. A dark-haired petite girl with a pixie cut, Sheila combined big breasts with a full ass.
"Have you done it yet?" Asked Sheila. "Yeah. Last night." replied Cynthia candidly. "How was it?" Asked Sheila. Cynthia answered truthfully: "Not bad. Not bad at all. The sex was very loving and gentle. I'm not sure just what I was expecting? Maybe a dildo rape?" Both girls chuckled.
Sheila began to stroke Cynthia's arm and began to look deeply into the blonde's eyes. Cynthia was sure that Sheila was going to try to entice her to go off with her somewhere.
Suddenly, a rather unattractive henna-haired older woman approached Sheila from behind. She brazenly put her arm around Sheila's waist and stroked her soft, flat belly.
Sheila was not the least bit startled and said, "Judith, this is Cynthia." Pleasantries were quickly exchanged, then the older woman said: "Sheila darling, there are some friends in our room that I would like you to meet."
And just like that, with a quick of pat of Sheila's ample ass, they were gone. Sheila looked back, disappointed.
The sun was starting to bake Cynthia's soft skin. She decided to apply a new coat of sunscreen. Sitting upright at the foot of the chaise lounge, the bottle was suddenly taken from her hands. "We can do that," sounded a friendly voice. Cynthia looked to each side of her. There were two pretty, topless girls of about her age standing beside her. One was a dirty blonde, and the other was a brunette. Acquiescing, Cynthia introduced herself.
The girls were Ronnie, the blonde, and Jillian, the brunette, The chaise lounge was lowered to a flat position, and four sets of hands placed Cynthia on her stomach. Sharing the bottle of sunscreen, Ronnie and Jillian began to methodically rub it into Cynthia's sturdy dancer's legs and bubble-butt. As the girls massaged in the sunscreen, they began to gossip.
Both had attended the Sappho Ball the previous year, and both were now back with their same "dates." They explained that the mornings and afternoons were usually left for "roaming around." Cynthia asked for clarification. This was a time, Ronnie explained, where different hook-up's occurred. While her "date" had first dibs on her time, there was plenty of other time to meet other girls, or even to become involved in group sex activities.
Ronnie and Jillian were confirmed lesbians, and had looked forward to attending the Sappho Ball again this year. Said Jillian: "I've never seen so many hot girls in one place in my life. There's not a lot of guessing needed on whether a girl is or isn't willing to eat at the Y." Ronnie laughed.
Moving their attention to Cynthia's back, Cynthia's bikini bra strings were untied and bra slid under her body. Careful attention was placed on covering Cynthia's arms and back with sunscreen. Ronnie doubled back to ensure that Cynthia's athletic ass had been properly attended to as well.
Having finished, Cynthia was flipped onto her back. Jillian squirted sunscreen on Cynthia's heavy breasts and flat stomach. Ronnie concentrated below the Mason-Dixon line, and rubbed sunscreen between Cynthia's thighs, being careful not cross the confines of Cynthia's bikini bottoms, while Jillian excitedly rubbed Cynthia's firm breasts and erect nipples.
Still in her small bikini, Sheila was led back to their room by the 50-something Judith. Waiting there were two women, each in their 40's. One of them was Jeri!
Sheila was positioned standing in the middle of the room as the well-dressed older women cooed over the petite, hourglass-figured sorority girl. "Why she's just darling," one said. "A perfect little angel," said the other. Judith wanted her business associates to be pleased with her "date" for the weekend, and was eager to show her off.
Judith began caressing Sheila's large breasts over her bathing suit top. Sheila remained unflappable even when Judith began to rub Sheila's breasts and pinch her pink nipples in front of her female companions. Sheila, however, was surprised when the two other older women approached her and began to fondle her young body. Jeri even managed to get her hand inside of Sheila's bathing suit bottom and began to feel her way around when Sheila suddenly said: "Hold it!"
Sheila looked at Judith and said, "I didn't agree to an orgy." "True," said Judith, "But the only precondition that you insisted upon was 'No rough stuff.'" "Is that right?" asked the older woman. Sheila nodded her head. "Well, I haven't shackled you, or penetrated you with any foreign objects, have I?" Sheila nodded "no." "I'm just asking you to play for a bit with me and my friends," Judith continued. "You've already accepted a fine honorarium. You can return it if you prefer, and I can arrange for a car to take you to your sorority house."
"I'm sorry," said Sheila, thinking of her promised trip to Paris. "I'll cooperate." Judith lowered Sheila's bikini bottoms to the floor, and led her to to the bed. All three older women began to frantically disrobe. In what seemed like moments, all three women climbed on top of the small girl, and devoured their young prey like three hungry lionesses with an injured antelope.
While Sheila was being groped and molested in another part of the resort, Ronnie suggested that the trio cut their sunbathing short and go back to her room. She mentioned that she had see a large bath tub inside that might be a lot of fun. The topless trio headed across the pool deck to the other side of the hotel.
As they walked, Cynthia noticed that some of the girls were starting to get frisky with each other. She noticed that 16-year-old Susie was in the pool, and an older woman was fondling her small, perky tits, as the teenager laughed with glee.
Walking the halls to Ronnie's room, Cynthia spied the cute bell girl who had brought in her bags the evening before. She was wearing a bellhop cap and jacket, but only a black pair of panties.
She was met at the door by an older woman who gave her a kiss. Standing just behind the woman was a much younger girl, dressed only in a white t-shirt that didn't quite cover her furry, light brown bush. The trio quickly disappeared behind a locked door.
Cynthia thought to herself, "There's a whole lot of weird shit going on."
The three girls entered Ronnie's room. Cynthia sat on the couch. Jillian happily announced: 'I can't stand it any longer." Both girls sat to either side of the pretty blonde. Jillian hungrily took Cynthia's breasts in her mouth, while Ronnie began passionately kissing the song girl, and rubbing her pussy over her small bikini bottoms.
Cynthia thought to herself: "I've been a lesbian less than 24 hours, and I'm already involved in a threesome.
When Ronnie's hand began to travel inside Cynthia's bikini bottoms, she was stopped. "Didn't someone say something about a bath tub?"
The three naked young girls managed to find a bottle of bath gel and entered the large, bubble-filled tub. The three 20-somethings flailed and splashed in the bath with legs and arms akimbo as they eagerly caressed each other underwater. Eventually, Cynthia was propped up on the side of the tub and Ronnie and Jillian both began to lick Cynthia's golden trimmed pussy.
The lovemaking session went on for the better part of the afternoon. Cynthia had agreed to meet Jeri at 5:00, and needed time to make herself presentable as a trophy date.
Dinner went off uneventfully. Returning to their suite, both women were surprisingly horny despite engaging with multiple partners earlier in the day.
At last it was time for the Sappho Ball. With Jeri's credit card, Cynthia had purchased a stunning emerald green gown that showed off her ample cleavage and was cut all the way below her belly button. The slit in her dress extended to her upper thigh which would give her freedom of movement on the dance floor.
Jeri had opted for something simpler, but equally elegant. All eyes seemed to descend upon them as they entered the ballroom, hand-in-hand. Cynthia noticed 16-year-old, Susie, sitting at a table alone and crying. Even with her hair up and wearing a pretty dress, she still looked like a young teenager.
Cynthia went over to investigate. Susie explained that her older "date" had ditched her after receiving too much flak for bringing a clearly underage girl to the Sappho Ball. It was explained to her that it presented a danger to all attendees. Embarrassed, Susie's "date" had slipped away from the resort, leaving Susie with several hundred dollars for cab fare.
Cynthia dried Susie's eyes with her fingers, and insisted that she join Jeri and herself at their table for the dinner and speeches.
Afterward, as a professionally trained dancer, Cynthia quickly became the "belle of the ball," and Jeri became the envy of all her peers. Women literally lined up to dance with Cynthia. Those included some of the older women, as well as Ronnie and Jillian. Sheila Morgenstern slow danced with the pretty blonde song girl, and attempted to cop a feel by inserting her hand inside the top of Cynthia's gown before Cynthia stopped her.
The night was a triumph, and Cynthia was named "Sappho Ball Debutante of the Year," which was met by a rather passionate kiss from Jeri. Susie gave Cynthia a firm hug and whispered a confession in her ear that she was only 14.
Knowing that Susie was all alone, Cynthia suggested to Jeri that Susie spend the night with them. Jeri quickly agreed.
Susie "seemed to be every bit an experienced "Baby lez" as she had boasted, and made a welcome participant that night and into the the morning. Susie's slender body provided an interesting contrast to voluptuous Cynthia, and the mature Jeri.
Upon graduation, Cynthia was offered an entry-level management trainee position with TCB Communications in London. Through her own merit, promotions came rapidly, and Cynthia quickly began to climb the corporate ladder.
She attended the Sappho Ball for three more years as Jeri's plus one before eventually being honored with her own invitation.
The End
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