Reluctant Rebecca

This story was inspired by two of the web’s best authors on the topic of reluctant lesbians – LCDRJMC and Jenna Tarp, although neither seems to be writing these days much to my dismay. Many of the themes contained within can be found in their works, although probably better written then my attempt here. My hope is you’ll enjoy the story and that either the two authors will love it and be inspired to write more, or hate it and be inspired to write more – either way it’s a win for me. You should definitely check out both these author’s works if reluctant lesbian submission is your thing.

Oh and yes… work of fiction, not true, don’t read if it’s offensive and all the rest

Reluctant Rebecca

Part One of Many – Beginnings

By Xspy4u

       Rebecca was a practice in contradictions. To look at her body and her face, one would assume that this beautiful young woman was the picture of confidence. Surely at 5’6” with her flowing blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, perfect “C” breasts, slim waist and sculptured legs she was used to compliments. Most likely “vain” from the constant attention she received from both men and women. Probably a spoiled bitch who was used to having the finer things in life handed to her. Certainly a woman who was used to having doors held open, dropped items retrieved and given the best seat in any restaurant or on any bus. Definitely a woman both admired and hated by other women.

       Yes that was the outward appearance of Rebecca. But for those, and there were not many, who looked a little more closely at her demeanor and behavior they saw that this woman-child was still full of complete innocence. Unsure of herself and unaware of the sexual desire she sparked in others. In truth Rebecca had no idea she was a goddess. Instead of focusing on the silken softness of her skin, the luxurious curves of her body or her full firm breasts, she was haunted by her belief that her areoles were too small. About the size of a dime, accented by nipples that were the circumference of a pencil eraser and so sensitive they grew to a quarter of an inch even when she just touched them. But what she believed to be the most humiliating aspect of her body, one she was sure was freakish was that she suffered from what the Chinese call “white tiger” syndrome. Other than her head and eye brows and a very soft coverage on her arms, Rebecca’s body was completely absent of any other hair. Her legs, ass and pubic area were like a baby’s. Completely bare and smooth. Her grandmother had often told her, when bathing Rebecca, that it was God’s punishment to prevent her from hiding her sinful body. Humiliated by this thought Rebecca swore to keep her breasts and pubic area a secret from the world.

        Aside from these thoughts, Rebecca still had no luck with people. Men, of course were not her trouble, her naivety frustrated them so they mostly stayed away. It was women that caused the greatest problems for Rebecca. She liked women. Not in that way, for such thoughts and actions were sinful and wrong as her grandmother had taught her. She liked women for their company, she desperately needed a friend, but more so a loving mother figure to replace her own long passed mother. Unfortunately no matter how hard she tried to “be nice” and to make friends it always seemed to go wrong. She always said the wrong thing or acted in the wrong way and ultimately did something to offend her “hopeful” friend. Most times it ended with just disappointment, but more and more the outcome was severe for Rebecca. Although just 20, it seemed like the more time she spent beyond the walls of her aunt’s Iowa farmhouse, the more difficult finding friends became. Rebecca was not sure what she “did” exactly to “piss off” other women, but based on some of the things they did to her – which she must deserve- whatever she did must have been bad. It seemed like she had problems with all women; young, old, white, ethnic, but the ethnic women seemed to be the most difficult to make friends with.

       Rebecca never knew her father and her mother had died when Rebecca was just five. Raised by her grandmother on a small farm in Iowa, Rebecca had been home schooled. Her days were spent studying and working on the small farm. The few male farm hands that assisted her grandmother, steered clear of Rebecca for fear of being fired. The only real contact she had was with her grandmother’s friend, Wanda, who spent most of her days at the farm and their older female friends. Wanda was in her fifties, very heavy with rough hands from years of hard labor.

       Rebecca’s grandmother and Wanda spent much of the time warning her of the evils of the flesh. They insisted that it was Rebecca’s duty to resist such temptations and that physical pleasures where the road to hell. They told her that vanity was the road to temptation and that she mustn’t adorn herself with the clothing of temptation. These lessons were preached to her from the time she was seven. To reinforce the idea, Wanda suggested that Rebecca dress as plain as possible. Her entire wardrobe consisted of very short “house” dresses. She was never given bras or panties because such clothing was said to “inspire” “sinful and sexy” thoughts. While this made no difference to Rebecca before she developed, her fourteenth and fifteenth year became extremely embarrassing. It was during this time that her breasts went from non-existent to full C cups and the curves of her body developed. It was also at this time that she realized she was not growing any hair “down there”. 

       Most of her years until she was eighteen were spent trying to ignore her body and then one night shortly after her eighteenth birthday while she was preparing for her bath, she stood naked in front of the mirror rubbing her hand along the smooth surface of her pubis. The feeling excited her in a way she had never experienced and she felt herself growing moist between her legs. Knowing it was wrong she traced her finger along the lips of her pussy and felt a sudden electric shock when she accidentally found her clit.  The feeling was so good and so surprising that before she could stop herself she moaned out loud. Just then her grandmother burst through the door and screamed.

       “What are you doing?!”

       “Nothing, Grandma” Rebecca whimpered as she stood there naked.

       “I knew it. A damn whore like your mother!. You can’t even be trusted to bathe yourself.”

       “No Grandma, it was an accident, I didn’t mean…”

       “Liar! You can’t be trusted. From now on I will bathe you to ensure that you do not indulge in such sins.” With that she grabbed Rebecca by the arm and dragged her to the tub and forced her into the water.  Her grandmother then began to vigorously wash her from head to toe. She made Rebecca stand up and ran her soapy hands all over her body.; All the while talking about sins and redemption. Rebecca knew she deserved such treatment, but she found it difficult to concentrate on her grandmother’s words as the old hands found her breasts and rubbed and squeezed them. When her grandmother took each nipple between her fingers and began to pull and squeeze, Rebecca thought she would die. Her legs grew weak and she prayed that the manipulation would end. She knew her grandmother was just trying to “clean the sin” from her body, but the sinful sensation was driving her mad. Rebecca closed her eyes tight and tried to listen to her grandmother’s voice instead of thinking about the overwhelming warming between her legs or the sensation radiating from her breasts. Had she opened them she would have seen her grandmother’s evil grin and watchful eyes as she studied Rebecca’s reaction to her knowing manipulations.

       When her grandmother had finished with her breast she moved a hand to Rebecca’s ass and soaped up the wonderful soft globes. Slowly her fingers found their way to Rebecca’s anus. Her grandmother slowly swirled her finger around the rosy flower again watching as Rebecca’s labored breathing gave away her obvious excitement. Her grandmother had given up the pretense of lecture, as Rebecca was already in another world. She moved her finger closer and closer to the center and then softly pushed it into Rebecca’s anus. Rebecca jolted at the sensation and squeezed her eyes tighter.

       “What is wrong with you?” her grandmother said in an angry stern voice.

       “Nothing” Rebecca whimpered.

       “I am cleaning you because you can’t be trusted to do it yourself. Are you having sinful thoughts? Are you a whore?”

       “No-oh grandma”. Rebecca’s grandmother’s wicked smile returned as she drove her finger in and out of Rebecca’s ass, twirling it now and again for added affect. Rebecca meanwhile fought the sensations she was feeling, blaming herself for being so sinful. She was relived when her grandmother finally removed her finger, but it was short lived as she felt her grandma’s hand slide around the front and between her legs. Her Grandma, felt how hot and wet Rebecca had become. She suddenly slapped Rebecca’s ass, shocking the young girl.

       “Bend over so I can wash you properly.” Without a word, Rebecca bent at the waist. She was now completely exposed to her grandmother and completely humiliated. Worst yet, in this position her full breast hung down and her nipples seemed to extend even further. As if reading her mind, her grandma’s soapy hands returned to Rebecca’s breast and once again began their manipulations. One hand disappeared and Rebecca felt it slide down her firm belly, around her outer thigh then to the top of her ass. From there it slowly slid first between her ass cheeks and then to her baby smooth mound. She felt fingers spreading her and then running back and forth between her lips. All the while the one hand on her breast continued to massage and tweak her nipple. The pressure in Rebecca was building in a way she had never felt. She was dizzy from bending over, or so she thought. She had no idea what these feeling were caused by, certain it was her fault and her “sin” she tried to think about something other than what was happening to her body. She was sure it was not the fault of her loving grandmother’s innocent washing.

       The truth was that the lady between her legs was not actually her grandmother. Rebecca didn’t know that this women had taken her mother in when she was pregnant; That she had done so because it presented her with the opportunity for some “free help” and that when her mother had died, “grandma” decided to keep the little girl for her own.  This woman watched Rebecca become a beautiful young woman and had reached a point where it was impossible for her to keep her hands off her anymore. A lifetime lesbian, living in a place where such a thing was “unheard of” this became the perfect opportunity for her and her girlfriend Wanda to have some fun.

       Watching now as Rebecca, bent in torment, tried to hold back what was inevitable, Candice intensified her assault. She found Rebecca’s engorged clitoris, realizing that it was just like the girl’s mothers; prominent and long and so easily manipulated. She squeezed it between her fingers and the girl jumped. Then holding it she began to pull on it. She masturbated the growing clit faster and faster knowing that the girl could not hold out much longer, and that would be all the excuse she needed to ensure she had complete access to the girl – always.

       Rebecca was going insane. The sensation from between her legs radiated to her breasts and anus. She was sweating from the exertion of holding back this building feeling that she knew was wrong. She prayed it would stop. She thought, when the hand left her breast that she could survive this, but her grandmother’s hand ran quickly down her back. The constant manipulation of her clitoris was too much, but when a finger again entered her anus, it was the final straw. Rebecca’s orgasm exploded throughout her. It seemed to last forever, and then each time it seemed to recede another one followed. By the fifth she had all she could take and sank to her knees in exhaustion. She could just make out the sound of her grandma’s voice yelling at her,

       “Oh you dirty whore. What have you done? You can’t even be washed you sinner.” The rest faded out. She did not remember her grandmother taking her out of the tub and drying her. Or being walked to her bed and laid down still naked. And she was unaware of when later, Wanda appeared in her doorway and stared hungrily at her naked and exposed body.

II

       After that night Rebecca was easily manipulated by her “Grandma” and Wanda. She was bathed almost every night by one or the other. Some nights it was just quick, with no repeats of the first night. At those times, Rebecca believed it was because she had kept her thoughts pure. On other nights, she experienced multiple orgasms because of her “sinful weaknesses”. But nighttime baths were not the only times that such weaknesses plagued Rebecca. There were problems in the daytime also.

       One day at lunch she somehow spilled milk on her dress. Technically, Wanda spilled it, but her Grandma told her it was her fault for not watching where she placed her glass. Her dress soaked, her grandma insisted it must be washed or it would be ruined. Also it was wash day and her grandmother did not intend to waste money on a second load for one dress. Since Rebecca’s other three dresses where already dirty, she was made to spend the rest of the day naked.  Much to her embarrassment, her grandmother insisted she continue helping with the corn husking in the barn. Although indoors was better than naked field work, in the barn were three temporary girls they had hired.

       Wanda assured Rebecca that there was nothing to worry about and that she would go out and speak with the girls. When Rebecca had finished washing the lunch dishes she took her first tentative step outside completely bare. The soft wind blew across her body, instantly raising her nipples to hard points. Rebecca wished that she had hair between her legs to provide at least some measure of coverage. Knowing that while a slow walk to the barn would delay her embarrassment, she also realized that it would also increase her exposure to anyone who might show up at the barn. Still indecisive she was suddenly slapped on the ass by her grandmother who told her to “hurry up”. Rebecca walked quickly to the barn feeling her large breasts bouncing with each step. The bouncing only served to increase the sensation in her nipples which made them all the more harder.

       When she reached the barn and entered the three girls all turned and looked at her. The de facto leader of the group, Donna, gave her an evil look and said “whore”. Beverly, the red head giggled and ran up to her, draping her arm around Rebecca’s shoulder.

       “Oh come on now Donna. Like Wanda told us, Becky had a little accident. It’s not her fault. Is it Becky?”

       “Um, no. I’m sorry”

       “See Donna”, the tall red head said, “she’s sorry. Besides it’s just us girls right Nancy?”
       “That’s right” Nancy a brunette with short curly hair said. She also approached the naked blond, only the look in her eye was not playful like Beverly’s nor was it angry like Donna’s. Her look said something else and it kind of scared Rebecca.

       “Well” said Beverly, “a bunch of girls have no reason to worry about being naked in front of each other. I mean we all have the same equipment, right Rebecca?” Rebecca still keeping an eye on Nancy’s slow approach and intent look absently affirmed.

       “I mean it’s a sister hood thing really. And it’s the mind that causes the sin right Rebecca?”

       “Yes” Rebecca said suddenly brought to attention by the phrase, she became all too  aware of her nakedness and her erect nipples.

       “Really” continued the redhead, “there’s nothing sexual about a naked girl or a girl touching a girl unless you’re a pervert or a sinner, right Becky?”

       “Um, right” Rebecca said, wishing the red head would stop running her soft hand up and down her back.

       “A body is a body after all. For example we all have breasts. Its no big deal and I certainly wouldn’t have any bad thoughts if some girl innocently touched mine.”

       Donna who was at first angry and jealous of Rebecca started to smile. She realized where Beverly was going with all this and now Wanda’s little speech made perfect sense. Nancy also understood and stopped her approach just an arm’s length away from the naked blonde.

       The sensation on her back and the heat in the barn was making Rebecca perspire. Soon her body was covered in a fine sheen. Beverly continued to run her hand lightly up and down Rebecca’s back and with each stroke she got closer and closer to her ass. Eventually her hand went so low that her finger tips were moving over the top part of Rebecca’s bum. All the while, Beverly continued to build her case for why it was completely okay for girls to be naked around other girls.

       “So really unless you are a perverted sinner, there just isn’t any reason to be concerned.. Nancy, don’t you agree?”

       “Oh definitely.” Nancy said with a big smile.

       “What about you Rebecca, I mean you’re the one who’s naked in front of us all. You’re not a perverted sinner are you?”

       “No”

       “You’re not some crazy lesbian trying to seduce us are you?”

       “NO! Not at all.”

       “Good I wouldn’t want to think you came out here naked just to try and rape us.”

       “Of course not. I’m not like that!”

       “You’re not?” Suddenly there was a different tone in the Beverly’s voice. It was a little edgy and it scared Rebecca.

       “No, I’m not. I had an accident that’s all.”

       “Well sure, but you could have come out in a towel or something. I mean why are you naked?”
       “I…I... I don’t know, I guess”

       “Hmm, maybe you are a pervert sinner. What do you think Donna?”

       “I was the one who said ‘whore’ remember”

       “Well, that’s true. Rebecca I’m a little concerned, I mean here you are naked and look you even shave your pussy.”

       “I don’t!”

       “Well there is no hair on it”

       “It….it just doesn’t grow” Rebecca said in a small voice.  She started to pull away from the red head, but the girl suddenly wrapped her arm around her waist and held her tight.

       “Okay well, I tell you what Becky, how bout a little test?”

       “What kind of test?”

       “You say you’re not a pervert and I’d like to believe you, so I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself.”

       “Okay” Rebecca said unsure of “how” she would prove it.

       “Girl’s don’t turn you on right. And you didn’t come out here naked to seduce us right?”

       “Right!”

       “Okay then it should be completely okay for us to touch you. I mean that won’t have any effect on you cuz you’re not interested in girls.”

       “Umm, well , I”

       “I told you she was a whore” said Donna as she walked closer.

       “I’m not a whore.”

       “I believe you” said Beverly, her hand was now running up and down across Rebecca’s hip. “Nancy, do you believe Becky?”
       “Maybe, but I want to be sure before I spend the rest of the day with her in this barn. I mean she’s naked, what if she tries to rape me or something.”
       “I won’t. I promise” cried Rebecca

       Nancy came up close and looked into Rebecca’s blue eyes. Her hand casually landed on Rebecca’s flat stomach.

       “Well I don’t know. I really want to make sure your not some sex fiend” Nancy said in a slow and low voice. Her hand was now rubbing Rebecca’s stomach and across her ribs just below her breasts. The side of Nancy’s hand occasionally touched the soft orbs. “I guess we should really make sure women don’t turn you on.” With that her right hand traced its way across Rebecca’s left breast the palm rubbing across the hard nipple. The fine layer of sweat on Rebecca’s body was like a lubricant making the sensation all the more erotic. Nancy’s hand passed over the left and found the right breast and repeated the massage. Behind Rebecca, Beverly removed her hand from the girl’s waist and slowly slid it onto the beautiful blond’s equally beautiful ass. Beverly could not resist using both hands to massage the firm silky orbs. Her fingers casually entered the crease and she gently brushed the blonde’s anus. She couldn’t wait to get her finger in there, but she knew the moment needed to be just right. She was well aware of the brainwashing this little minx had been receiving and her Aunt Wanda was completely clear on how this must go as to not ruin the process.

       Beverly looked up at Donna, who had played her part as the angry girl so well. Although, Beverly was sure that the “Act” was fairly easy since Donna was usually angry and jealous. Catching Donna’s eye she winked and nodded at the heavy set girl. On cue Donna said,

       “So you say you don’t shave, but look at that bare pussy.”

       “I...I do-don’t” With the manipulation of her breast, Rebecca was having a hard time staying focused.

       “Okay. Well if that is true there won’t be any stubble.” Donna knew it wasn’t true but she just wanted an excuse to put her hands on the girl’s smooth cunt.. Before Rebecca could protest, Donna stepped forward and cupped the girl’s pussy. Her middle finger rested softly on the girl’s slit.

       “Umm please don’t” Rebecca whimpered.

       “Come now, Becky, you said you weren’t into girls. All we are doing is checking to be sure. These protests make me wonder what is running through that dirty mind of yours.”

       “Nothing! It’s just that…that…awww” Before she could complete her sentence, Beverly had slid her finger into the girl’s anus. At the same time, Nancy had pulled both of her nipples and Donna was rubbing her hand up and down the girl’s slit. The combination sent such a spark through Rebecca’s body that she shuttered and almost fell.        Seeing her eyes close and head fall back was all the three girls needed. Donna and Beverly slipped to their knees. Donna took a deep breath of the girl’s aroma and could not wait any longer. She quickly drove her tongue into the girl, lapping away at the sweet juices and concentrating on the ever growing clit. Beverly meanwhile spread the young girl’s ass cheeks and feverously licked the girl from anus to vagina. Nancy wrapped her arms around Rebecca and attached her mouth the girl’s beautiful nipples. She teased and bit first one and then the other. The three girls devoured the naked and helpless Rebecca. Rebecca, however, believed it was all just a sinful fantasy and struggled to ignore the sensations. The girl’s administrations were too much and she was racked with orgasm after orgasm. The assault continued for over a half hour, with each to the girl’s trading places. By then Rebecca was so delirious with pleasure that she was no longer even aware of her surroundings.

       When the girl’s were done with her, they carried her over to the table that they had been cleaning the corn at, set her down and let her head lay on the table. They all took their seats and went back about their business as if nothing had happened. They even put some of the finish work into Rebecca’s basket to make it look as if she too had been working.

       When Rebecca awoke, Beverly just looked at her and said, “Nice work, sleeping on the job!”

       “I, uh, what?”

       “You heard her, whore:” Donna piped in,” We do all the work and you take a nap”

       “I’m sorry, I thought that..”

       “You thought what?” Donna accused “You spend an hour sleeping at the table moaning like your having some sex dream while we do all the work.”

       “No. I ah” Rebecca didn’t know what to say. She thought. Oh my God she thought, what was I thinking? Of course it was all a dream, these girl’s aren’t lesbians. I’m the one who’s naked after all.

       “Well you can make up for it by catching up” sneered Nancy

       “Yes, yes, okay.”

       The rest of the afternoon, the girls pretty much ignored Rebecca, or at least pretended too. They would occasionally drop corn ears in her lap and then retrieve them “accidentally” rubbing her breasts and sensitive nipples or running their fingers through her slit. The constant attention kept Rebecca’s mind fuzzy and her body in a constant state of near orgasm. A few times she almost came from all the attention. By the end of the day she was so excited she was like a tight piano wire ready to snap.

III

       When she left the barn, Wanda smiled a wicked smile knowing that the girl had no idea how primed she was for the rest of the evening. Forced to remain naked, her grandma insisting it was foolish to waste a clean dress now, Rebecca was mortified to learn that the sewing club was coming for dinner. While she couldn’t put on any clothes, her grandmother insisted she bathe before the guests arrived. Wanda was assigned to help her bathe. Unlike other nights, however, the two’s goal was not to let the beautiful blond orgasm before the guests arrived. They wanted her on edge and ready to explode. The bath was quick as Wanda sensed that it wouldn’t take much to set the girl off.

       When the guest arrived, Rebecca was seated next to Ms. Palmer, a heavy set black woman with big thick hands. Ms Palmer accidentally touched Rebecca’s breasts several times. On the fourth occasion, she looked at Rebecca and said, “Why don’t you watch those damn things” and then reached out and grabbed Rebecca’s right nipple and pulled on it laughing. The electric shock ran straight to Rebecca’s pussy and only by share will power did she prevent an orgasm right at the table.

       Seeing the affect it had, Ms. Palmer slowly found Rebecca’s thigh with her hand. All the while she talked she kept rubbing the girl’s soft voluptuous flesh. Higher and higher she slid her hand until it finally found the smooth flesh above the girl’s vagina. Rebecca closed her legs tight, but Ms. Palmer simply wrapped a plump leg around the girl’s calf and pulled her right leg over. On the other side of her Rebecca’s grandma looked at her and said, “What’s the matter with you? Quite fidgeting” and with that grabbed Rebecca’s left thigh and pulled it open, pinning her leg between her grandma’s hand and her grandma’s own thigh. Now completely exposed, she was defenseless to stop Ms. Palmer’s fat fingers from exploring at will.

       First the black club like fingers simply rubbed the smoothness of her hairless pubis. Then they slid along her outer lips feeling the moisture that was building there. Rebecca, highly aroused already, slipped into an almost trance like state unaware that her grandma’s hand had left her thigh and was now stroking her extended nipple. The combination of both hands was quickly driving Rebecca to the edge. Ms. Palmer sensing by the sweat and the girl’s rising color that the end was near slid her finger into the girl’s pussy. She expertly curled the finger, locating Rebecca’s sensitive G-spot and applied soft but insistent pressure with a slight rocking motion. Rebecca’s breathing immediately increased to almost a pant. Her eyes were closed and she was unaware that all eyes at the table were hungrily watching her. Across the table the seventy five year old Mrs. Jones slid her shoe off and then slid down in her chair. Using her big toe, she stretch across and found Rebecca’s sensitive and engorged clit. She furiously rubbed it in a circular motion. That was the final breaking point. Rebecca rocked in her chair from the orgasm, her grandma pulling hard on her nipple to increase the intensity. Before a second could consume her the women stopped the administration. Bathed in sweat and shaking, still close to a second orgasm Rebecca came to her senses and looked up at the disapproving faces.

        “What is the matter with you” Wanda asked in a disgusted tone.

       Rebecca was speechless.

       “Alright ladies; Lets got to the living room and work on the quilt. The dinner dishes can wait. Rebecca, since you are naked you can hold the quilt while we stitch in the design”

       “Yes grandma” Rebecca was so confused she barely knew what she was saying yes to.

       In the living room she was made to stand in the middle of the room, arm sheld above her head holding the quilt in front of her. The women all gathered around pretending interest in the quilt while in fact drinking in the beauty of this oh so naked blond.

       “Now whatever you do, Rebecca, do not move the quilt. It must remain steady or we’ll make a mistake”

       “Yes grandma.”

       As the women pretended to prepare there seemed a lot of need to make adjustments to both the quilt and Rebecca. Hands were all over her body, moving her or “accidentally” touching her. The “imagined” caresses were driving her crazy. Rebecca closed her eyes and tried to think of anything else but her body’s sinful betrayal. In the process her arms kept falling from their raised positions. This agitated the group of women to no end. It was Wanda who of course came up with a solution. She ran from the room and then returned with a set of leather cuffs and a long rope. During her absence Rebecca’s mind cleared and the thoughts of women touching her disappeared. When she saw Wanda’s solution she began to protest, but her Grandmother told her to hush.

       “Now Rebecca you just hush, it’s a simple thing and it won’t hurt. Besides it will let you rest you arms while helping us with the quilt.”

       “Okay.” Rebecca said, but she was very uncomfortable with the thought of how her body would react to such a position. Before she could say anymore Wanda secured a leather cuff to each wrist. Each cuff had a silver ring attached to it and through these the tall matronly looking woman named Ms. Jenson passed the rope. The rope was then thrown over one of the wooden ceiling beams and Ms Jenson pulled it until Rebecca’s arms were extended above her head. There was enough slack so as to allow some movement but not enough for Rebecca to lower her arms. The end of the rope was in turn tied to one of the sofa’s legs. Ms. Jones then placed the quilt end in Rebecca’s outstretched hands and someone gave the girl a little push forward. The end result was the naked blond was now trussed arms over head with the quilt hanging about a foot in front of her.

       Once satisfied that the girl was both helpless and in the most exposed position, the women returned to their “quilting”. Almost immediately the imaginary hands and caresses returned to Rebecca’s mind. She was so disgusted with her sinful thoughts she just closed her eyes and tried to think about something else. No matter how she tried though she kept imagining the wicked sensations on her body. She imagined a warm moist suckling of her nipples and soft caresses on her back, buttocks and thighs. Her inner thighs were the most maddening as it felt like occasional light strokes that ended just short of her bare and exposed pussy. Horrified, she suddenly felt the moisture from her heated vagina threatening to spill out. She didn’t notice when Mrs. Jones crawled under the quilt and knelt before Rebecca’s wet honey pot. Mrs. Jones’ just smiled taking in such a beautiful sight.

       The women all played their role. Keeping up the pretenses of normal conversation while they took every opportunity to touch and manipulate the helpless naked girl. Ms. Jenson, seeing the girl struggling to compose herself, eyes closed, couldn’t resist the opportunity to suckle the beautiful erect nipples. The small areoles, so pink against the smooth white flesh were just too much, she needed to lick and suck them. She took the protruding nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it and then alternated with sucking. Soon Wanda joined her on the other side. All the while they watched Rebecca to ensure she didn’t open her eyes.

       Meanwhile Grandma Candice had slipped in behind Rebecca and wetting her finger began to explore the young woman’s anus. She knew this always but Rebecca over the top and sure enough as she twirled her finger in and out, the teen’s hips began to gyrate ever so slowly. The sight was too much, the softness of the girls flesh, the beautiful curve of her hips, Candice spread the girl’s cheeks and used her tongue on the girl’s pink rosebud. The affect was immediate and the gyrations increased, now she could hear Rebecca’s soft moans.

       Ms Palmer took up a position next to Ms. Jones. She knew that Rebecca was beyond the point of complaint so she took her thick index finger and slid it into the girl’s soaking pussy. She began to slowly thrust it in and out and then picked up the pace when Ms. Jones, anxious for her share, grabbed Rebecca’s hips and the thrust her old face into the young girl’s pussy. Ms. Jones frantically licked the girl slit as Rebecca’s clitoris grew even larger. Ms. Jones turned her attack to the girl’s love button sucking and biting.

       The two mouths on her breast sucking and licking, the tongue invading her anus, the finger fucking and the ravaging of her clit was too much. The full assault of these seasoned women drove Rebecca to the edge of sanity. Her orgasm was so powerful she screamed. But this time they did not stop, the attack continued and continued as the women used every technique they had and thoroughly enjoyed the young smooth naked body before them. Rebecca’s orgasms became a chain, each more powerful then the next. Her body shook until she had nothing left. Even after all the orgasms had been forced from her the women continued to caress and rub her body. Later they untied her and carried her to bed. They used a wet wash clothe to eliminate any signs of her enjoyment. Her grandmother covered her up and she was finally left to sleep.