Reluctant Rebecca

Reluctant Rebecca – Chapter 4

By Xspy4u

       Originally, Chapter 4 was to be the BBQ episode, but I got a little lost in the story. This is, of course, a work of fiction and intended for adults over 18. It is not intended to be a negative social commentary on Lesbians, especially since if I were a woman I would definitely be one!

       

       The transition to Aunt Nora’s house did not go smoothly for Rebecca. Although her relatives appeared committed to helping her with her “sinful thoughts,” Rebecca found that her fantasies actually increased and her attempts at controlling the lustful reactions of her body failed miserably. It seemed that not a day passed that she didn’t have at least one orgasm. The more her relatives tried to help her, the worst it seemed to get.

       Rebecca didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but the clothes they gave seemed to make things worse, as they constantly brought attention to the parts of her body see most wanted to forget. The first few days weren’t really an issue. She had the dresses she had packed and they were familiar to her. It did bother her that she didn’t have any panties. Although she had grown up without any, at her Grandmother’s farm it was mostly just the two of them. Now living with her Aunt and cousins, she felt very exposed with nothing underneath her short thin dresses.  Trish seemed to revel in every opportunity to expose Rebecca’s naked bottom. She was constantly “flipping” Rebecca’s dress up to expose her. 

       On the fourth day, Rebecca was horrified to learn that while she slept, her Aunt had taken all of her clothes to the wash.  That morning she stood in her room for a half hour hoping that someone would bring her something to wear, but when Margo came to her room to announce that breakfast was ready, her cousin’s hands were empty.

       “I don’t have any clothes,” Rebecca said hiding her nudity behind crossed arms.

       “Of course not, they’re in the wash. Anyway who cares, it’s just the three of us, and not like we haven’t given you a bath every night,” Margo countered.

       “I know but…but”

       “But nothing! Get your ass downstairs before Ma’ starts yellin.’”

       After Margo left, Rebecca went into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. She wrapped it around her, covering her nakedness best that she could. It was one thing to be naked in the bathtub, but the thought of sitting at the table completely exposed was too much for the shy girl to bear.

       Thankful for the modest coverage the towel provided Rebecca went down to the kitchen for breakfast.

       “What are you doing?” Aunt Nora demanded.

       “I was going to have breakfast,” Rebecca said with uncertainty. She was not sure what she had done wrong this time, but knew by the tone of her Aunt’s voice that she had done something.

       “Oh you think you are going to ruin one of my good bath towels by wearing it like a dress?” It was more a statement then a question.

       “No…I mean…I don’t have anything else to wear.”

       “And that’s my fault that you come to me with three dresses?”

       “No.” Rebecca cast her eyes down.

       “Well? Take it off.”

       “But…I’ll be naked,” Rebecca whispered. All the while Trish sat starring at her with a hungry smile on her face.

       “Like we haven’t seen your naked pussy before! My God isn’t it enough we have to bathe you every night. Now all of the sudden your modest? Or is it you might cum in front of us again!” The vulgar way in which her Aunt accented the word ‘cum’ made Rebecca turn a deep red.

       “Now drop my damn towel!”

       Rebecca removed the towel and placed in on the counter. Trish patted the spot on the bench seat next to her. Rebecca reluctantly took her usual spot next to Trish. Rebecca knew that her Aunt wanted to help her and that Margo had no interest in being anything but mean to her. Trish however was a problem. The redhead seemed to take every opportunity to make keeping her sinful thoughts in check difficult. Rebecca assumed that Trish was just immature and didn’t understand the seriousness of the problem. Trish seemed so naïve to the affects her casual ‘touching’ had. The girl was just so damn intrigued with Rebecca’s body and she thought nothing of touching her or talking about the smoothness of her skin or hard nipples.  This morning Trish’s focus seemed to be on Rebecca’s breasts.

       “Ma’, why are Rebecca’s boobs so much bigger than mine?” Trish asked as she cupped Rebecca’s breast in her hand.

       “Every woman is different, honey, that’s why.”

       “I guess but it don’t seem fair. I want a pair like this; they are so big and firm.” Trish was milking Rebecca’s left breast from base to nipple.

       “Please…don’t,” Rebecca said softly. The fondling was causing her nipples to harden.

       “And look at her nipples. The dark part seems so small compared to the rest.” Trish held Rebecca’s breast in one hand and used the index finger on the other to trace Rebecca’s areola.  As embarrassed as she was, Rebecca could not prevent the sudden wetness in her vagina.

       “Look at the damn bitch, she’s already getting hot,” Margo said with a sneer.

       “How can you tell?” Trish pretended ignorance.

       “Her nipples are rock hard.”

       “Hmm, I guess you’re right they are.” Trish stopped tracing the areola and took the nipple between her index finger and thumb.

       “I think this one is actually getting harder,” she said as she stroked Rebecca’s nipple. The sensation from the girl’s fingers combined with being touched in front of everyone caused an electric spark to run from Rebecca’s nipple to her clit.

       “Ahhh” she moaned

       “Ma’ do you think Rebecca is a lesbian,” Trish called to her mother.

       “I don’t think so, but you never can tell,” said Nora as she brought a plate of eggs and bacon to the table. “She does have a dirty mind, so maybe.”

       “I’m not a lesbian!” Rebecca, who didn’t really know what exactly the term meant, yelled.

       “Don’t raise you voice to me young lady!”

       “I’m sorry,” Rebecca said looking down at her plate.

       “So is she or isn’t she a lesbian” Trish insisted.

       “Well,” Margo piped in, “only a lesbian can have an orgasm by being touched by another woman.” Margo knew that wasn’t true, she had forced many straight girls to cum before, but she figured Rebecca was clueless.

       “That’s true,” Her mother added.

       “So if she cums when I touch her she’s a lesbian?” Trish asked.

       “Pretty much. Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold. And after we’re done I want you, Margo, to take Rebecca down to the basement. We have that closet filled with some of Trish’s old clothes that I think will fit her.”

       “Great! Why do I have to do it?”

       “Cuz I said so, now eat.”

       Rebecca didn’t really know what a lesbian was, but by the way they talked about it, she knew that it would be disappointing to her Aunt if she turned out to be one. At least she knew that it was important not to cum at the hands of another woman. This though scared her because she seemed to have such little control over the reactions of her body. 

       Trish stopped playing with her nipple but the young girl’s hand slipped down to Rebecca’s hairless mound and was now absently stroking the soft naked flesh.

       “Ma’ how come Rebecca doesn’t’ have any hair on her pussy? I mean I never see her shave when we bathe her.” Rebecca turned bright red.

       “It’s some condition she was born with. Her mother was the same way.” Nora didn’t know a thing about Rebecca’s mother but it seemed like a good guess.

       “It’s so soft, like a baby’s bottom. I love to feel it.” She continued to stroke Rebecca. Rebecca was keeping her legs tight to prevent Trish’s fingers from touching her lips. The attention was heating her up and she felt a fine layer of perspiration break out across her body.

       “Ma’” said Margo loudly, “Look at her, the slut is getting excited!”

       “I’m not,” Rebecca lied.

       “Is she Trish?” Nora asked.

       “I don’t know. Why would she?  I’m just rubbing the soft skin.”

       “Well you better check. Damn girl might be a lesbian after all.”

       “How do I check?” Trish asked feigning ignorance. She was well aware of the affect she was having on Rebecca.

       “See if she’s wet,” snickered Margo. “I bet she is.”

       “Okay.” Trish tried to push her hand between Rebecca’s legs, but they were shut tight.

       “Ma’ she won’t let me.”

       “Good lord. Must everything be so difficult?” Nora slid down in her chair and reached out with her feet to Rebecca’s side of the table. She hooked her big feet inside of Rebecca’s calves and spread the girl’s legs. Trish’s hand immediately slid down between the spread legs and she slid her middle finger down Rebecca’s moist slit. She brushed Rebecca’s clit extracting a soft moan from the naked blonde and then easily slid her finger inside the girl’s pussy. Trish could have judged Rebecca’s wetness without exploring her vagina but she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to bring the girl close to orgasm.

       “Ahhh, ahhhh” Rebecca moaned as Trish slid her finger all the way into the girl. She slid it back out again slowly and then drove it in a second time. When it was buried up to the knuckle, Trish used her thumb to find Rebecca’s hard clit. She rubbed it is a quick circular motion and watched as Rebecca closed her eyes.

       “Well is she wet?”

       “I think so. Feels pretty soaked down here.” The redhead continued her assault.

       “Okay well get out of there before she makes a mess.”

       “Sure Ma.’” Trish reluctantly removed her hand. Rebecca was bathed in sweat and her breathing was short as she strained to get her body back from the edge of orgasm.

       “So does that mean she’s a lesbian?” Trish asked. Rebecca’s eyes were still shut so she missed seeing Trish lick her fingers and smile.

       “Like I said, Rebecca is a special case, what with her sinful imagination so it’s hard to tell. Now finish your breakfast.”

       “Okay, but I’m gonna keep checking her in case she is a lesbian.”

       “That’s fine honey, we do have right to know.”

       And Trish did just that. Rebecca was barely able to eat her breakfast, as her cousin would periodically molest her at the table. She kept Rebecca on the edge of orgasm by changing her technique. She would rub her pussy and then return a few minutes later to slide her finger back and forth across Rebecca’s clit and then return to stick her finger into Rebecca’s exposed cunt. Each manipulation brought Rebecca closer and closer, but each time Trish would stop and give her just enough time to calm down before starting again.  By the time breakfast was over Rebecca was practically hyperventilating and her blonde hair was pasted to her forehead with sweat. Nora, Margo, and Trish meanwhile carried on their conversation as if nothing at all was going on.

       When breakfast was finally over, Margo had to help the defeated girl stand up. Rebecca’s legs were shaky and weak and she was afraid to move because any friction at all on her straining clitoris was certain to result in an explosive orgasm. The women pretended not to notice the fluid that ran down her thighs. Margo placed her arm around Rebecca and cupped one of her breast absently.

       “Come on; let’s go see what clothes we have for you.”

       The walk helped clear Rebecca’s head a little. The basement was musty and cool. Her nipples strained against the air.  The “closet” was actually a small room off the main basement. Margo flipped a switch and a dim yellow bulb came on. The room was separated by rows of hung clothes and stacked boxes so that it looked like there were four aisles.

       “Here we go,” Margo said. “Let’s start with those boxes down the end. I think we can find you a bathing suit to wear so you can go swimming.”

       The girl was being uncharacteristically nice, so Rebecca didn’t want to point out that she needed a dress more than a bathing suit.  When they got to the shelves at the end of the aisle, Margo pointed to the top one and said, “Yep that’s Trish’s old stuff, go ahead and grab that box.” Rebecca didn’t want to mention how far she’d have to stretch for a box Margo could easily reach. She reached up but could only just touch the box with her fingertips. She moved a little closer and her nipples touched the cold steel shelf causing her to shudder.

       “Come on,” Margo said impatiently, ‘Stretch for it.”

       Rebecca tried but she could do little more than touch the box.

       “Here, I’ll help.”

       Rebecca was up on her toes with her hands raised above her head. The smooth line of her back and her flexing buttocks that flowed into her smooth firm thighs was getting Margo wet. She stepped in and placed her hands on the flair of the smaller girl’s curvy hips. The silkiness of Rebecca’s skin always caught her by surprise. She attempted to “lift” the girl but her hands “accidentally” slid up Rebecca’s naked body and came to rest on her firm breasts.

       “Let’s try something else,” Margo whispered into Rebecca’s ear. She slid her hand down Rebecca’s smooth back and then over the girls ass where she lingered for a moment, enjoying the firm, soft skin. Not wanting to give away her intentions, Margo slid her hand quickly between Rebecca’s thighs.  Rebecca was still wet from the early manipulations and Margo’s finger easily slid into the girl’s vagina.

       “Ummph,” slipped from Rebecca’s throat as the finger entered her. She felt impaled on the fingers inside her and was once again excited to the point of exploding. She tried to ignore the feelings because she knew her cousin was just trying to help her.

       “Get it,” whispered Margo and softly licked Rebecca’s ear. She drove deeper into the girl and Rebecca began to shudder. Knowing this wasn’t quite the plan Margo pulled her finger out and said, “Oh forget it, here let me.” 

       She reached over Rebecca and pulled the box down. She quickly opened the top, grabbed a white bikini from it, and stuffed the small item in her pocket.  Rebecca wasn’t aware that all the clothes were strategically placed and that everything she “got” had already been chosen based on maximum exposure and easy access.  She also didn’t know that the reason for getting this box first was to allow Nora and Trish to sneak in behind them.

       “Okay come on; let’s go get a few dresses.” Margo said and pulled the still stunned Rebecca along. She led Rebecca to the last aisle and pointed down the very dark cramped space. On both sides, the clothes were hung creating a dark aisle.

       “Go ahead down the end their and grab some stuff. But check the hangers, only the ones that have a tag with a “T” on them. The rest of the stuff won’t fit so don’t waste your time.”

       “I can’t… can’t really see,” said Rebecca.

       “Well you’ll just have to get real close and stretch a little to see the tags. I think they are mostly on the right side.”

       Rebecca started down the aisle and at her cousin’s insisting went about half way down before she started to check the tags. To see them she had to take the hanger in both hands and stand on her tiptoes to read the tag.  The aisle was tight and the clothes kept rubbing against her already heated flesh. As she moved into the clothes to see the tags, the materials would brush against her hard nipples and cause her to catch her breath. The more she looked the more it felt like hands caressing her body. The sensation was growing and she was starting to lose her concentration.

       The feeling of caress grew stronger and stronger and Rebecca couldn’t control the juices that now flowed from her heated pussy. She fought with her sinful mind, telling herself to ignore the feelings and keep on task.

       When she reached up for one hanger something in the clothes in front of her slid across her naked lips. The sensation brought her so close to orgasm she closed her eyes tight and tried to fight the feeling. Finally, she relaxed, but when she tried to lower her hands, she found that they had somehow gotten stuck in the clothes or the hanger or something. She tugged at it, but her hands would not come free. She was too embarrassed standing there in the dark basement stretched out and almost on her toes to call for help. The angle made her ass stick out and her breasts hung away from her body. She didn’t know what to do, she knew Margo would be angry and in this position she was terrified that her cousin might take the opportunity to spank her naked exposed ass. 

       Suddenly the sensations began again. There was a warm pulling on her nipple and the object near her soaked pussy seemed to move ever so slowly. The clothes around her seemed to be caressing her belly and hips and impossibly her ass. Electric sensations went up and down her body and her pussy grew wetter and wetter. Rebecca could feel her clit growing as it stuck out from her damp lips. Something began to lightly ‘flick’ her clitoris and she involuntarily thrust her hips forward. The clothes seemed to pull her in deeper and then she felt something warm and wet circling her clit. The feeling drove her over the edge and she became lost in the ecstasy.

       All the while, Rebecca had been checking the clothing, the three women took the opportunity to reach through and caress and manipulate the curvy blonde’s luscious flesh. When she had paused with her hands on the hanger, Nora tied the girl’s hands with a scarf. Now totally helpless and exposed the three devoured the young girl. Trish buried her face in Rebecca’s sweet pussy, playing with the girl’s engorged clit. Nora was using a small horsehair brush to stroke Rebecca’s nipples while Margo settled in behind the girl’s outstretched ass.  Trish in the front reached around and spread Rebecca’s cheeks, Margo first swirled her tongue around the pink rose bud, and then she drove it in to the girl. Her other hand once again retuned to the girls vagina and she inserted two fingers in and out of the panting girl.

       Rebecca’s mind could not handle all of the overwhelming sensations. She began to buck and spasm as her orgasm built to its breaking point. When she felt something like teeth bare down on her nipple she exploded.

       “Ahhhhhh, ugg, ugg, Ahhhhhhh”

       All of the sensations continued but at the same time, they were different. Her clit that had felt bathed in a warm soft sensation now felt as if it was being pulled and stretched.  Suddenly there was a hard twisting sensation in her ass and her nipples felt like they were being sucked from her body.
       “No-o, uhh, please, uhhh, uggggh, Ahhhhhhhh” Another orgasm ripped through her and still the assault continued. After she came for the sixth time, Rebecca passed out.

       The three women left her there for the moment and stripped off their own clothes. Lying on the floor in a circle, they each took another’s pussy in their mouth and finished each other off at the same time. The excitement from violating the young innocent girl was too much and they could not wait to have their own orgasms.

       Afterwards they redressed, collected Rebecca, and brought her to the living room where she was laid on the sofa.  They did not bother to cover her and left her sprawled naked. Then they took a few clothes up to Rebecca’s bedroom. Trish meanwhile took the white bikini they had selected for her and brought it to her own room for a few alterations.

       Tomorrow was a big day as it was the Ladies Social Club BBQ and since Rebecca was the key attraction, everything needed to be just right!