"Are you kidding, Beverly?" I said. "I can't wear this outfit!"
"Oh yes you can, my little honey, and yes you will," Beverly told me. "Now hold still and stop fussing so I can fix these buttons!"
It was Saturday morning. I was at Beverly's, and she was getting me ready for my visit to the house of Dr. Vincent Dale – and wife.
I was in the living room, being outfitted in the dress which Beverly had bought specially for this occasion.
I hated it.
The dress, I mean. It was the kind of dress an eleven year old might have worn to her communion or a fancy party.
Me, I'm a simple girl, and left to my own, I'd wear nothing but T-shirts or jeans… or just plain naked.
I like to go naked, and when I can, I do. Otherwise, there's nothing more comfortable than faded jeans worn to fit my body.
Some of the other girls, like Tina and Ellen especially, love to dress up, and are really into fancy lingerie and all that kind of stuff.
But me, well, like I said, I have simple tastes. And this dress was anything but.
It was made for a younger girl, to be sure, a girl who hadn't had her period, probably. But I'm petite, so it fit me fine.
It was a pink party dress, short-sleeved, tight in the chest, with a wide flaring skirt whose hem came down to my ankles.
This dress was all frilly, with lots of ribbons and bows and little buttons and all kinds of useless junk like that.
But that wasn't all. Under it, I wore petticoats. They were kind of cute, actually, white and soft with lots of lace.
I wore white ankle socks and black shiny shoes to finish off the outfit.
"I just hope nobody from school sees me in this," I said. "I'll never live it down! I look like a little Pollyanna or something!"
"Which is just exactly the way you're supposed to look," Beverly said. "I'm not dressing you for you, Honey."
"I'm dressing you for them – for Dr. Dale and his wife. And they like their girls young, looking and acting as young as possible."
Which was true… but it sure was a bother, putting all that stuff on, knowing that it would be coming off real soon for the session.
Beverly even did up some of my hair in curls, which were all tight and rolling and bouncing – I could hardly recognize myself!
Beverly fixed lunch. It was a light one for me, enough to give me nourishment, but not so much that I would be weighed down.
You can't make love very well if you're belly is filled with food – at least, that's what I've found.
After lunch it was time to go, so I piled into Beverly's car and she drove me to the house where Dr. Dale lived.
It was a really nice neighborhood, with big houses and lots of lawns and trees. Beverly parked in the driveway.
When we got out of the car, Beverly reminded me to remember to smile.
The door was opened by Dr. Dale. He was dressed casually, in a sport shirt, slacks, cardigan sweater, loafers.
His face really lit up when he saw me. I felt stupid, all dressed up like that, but I smiled and curtsied prettily when I saw him. "Samantha will just love you!" he said. "She'll just eat you up!"
That sounded interesting, but I just smiled and went into the house. Dr. Dale invited Beverly in, but she said that she had business to attend to, and that he should call her when he wanted her to return to pick me up.
"I'm sure that won't be until some time from now, with a lovely little girl like this," he told her.
Beverly said goodbye and told me to be a good girl and kissed me on the cheek. She got in her car and drove away.
I followed Dr. Dale. It was a split-level ranch house, real classy, and big. There were vases and little Oriental statues and paintings on the wall.
When I walked, the hem of the flaring skirt bobbed, and my petticoats went swish-swish-swish under the dress.
"You have a really beautiful house," I said.
"Thank you, Honey. And a beautiful house should have a little beauty like you in it." He went into the living room, and I followed.
I asked him where Mrs. Dale was.
"Here I am," she said. "And you must be Honey!"
I hadn't seen her come in, since she entered the living room from behind me. When she spoke, I turned to look at her.
"Oh!" I gasped. "Oh, you are beautiful!"
"Why, thank you, you adorable little thing!" She came to meet me.
She was lovely. She looked like a movie star or something, not flashy, just great, with lots of class.
She was tall with light blonde hair which was cut straight and simply in a sweeping cut, kind of like a pageboy, so that it brushed her shoulders.
In her high heels she must have been a few inches under six feet tall. She was slim and tanned and elegant and dressed in white.
She was mature – as old as my mom, maybe older, but what a difference!
Her skin was like bronze and her hair was coppery. She wore little gold earrings which swayed when she walked.
She wore a one-piece white dress made of some fabric which was real sheer and clinging. It was sleeveless, with thin shoulder straps.
Her shoulders were wide and smooth and mostly bare, except for those straps. The front of the dress was lowcut.
She was in really great shape. I could see from the dress that she wore no bra, but her tits were high and firm, with no sag.
They looked delicious – and so did the rest of her.
She had a flat belly and wide hips and long legs. The hem of the dress came down a little past her knees.
She wore stockings, and white high heeled sandals, with little leather straps which crossed the tops of her feet and buckled into place.
I mean, she looked great.
She came to me and I smelled a little whiff of perfume, very light and fresh.
"How do you do, Mrs. Dale?" I said, holding out my hand.
"Come, dear, don't be so formal, please!" She had a lovely little laugh. "By all means, do call me 'Samantha', and I shall call you Honey!"
She didn't shake my hand. She bent her head and kissed me on the cheek, her lips softly brushing me. I was kind of excited.
"Now, you must sit down here and tell me all about yourself, Honey!"
Samantha took me by the hand and led me to the couch and I sat down beside her, sitting so close that our thighs touched.
There was a big picture window in the living room looking out on the back yard, which was a beautiful garden with trees and lots of flowers in all colors.
Dr. Dale left the room and came back with some cameras and stuff and started setting them up while Samantha and I chatted.
We talked about little stuff at first. I did the talking mostly. I told her about school, and subjects I liked and didn't like.
"As you can see, Honey, my husband is a real photography buff. We'd love to have some pictures of you, especially when you look pretty as a picture!"
Once again, I knew that Beverly had been right and I was wrong. It wouldn't have been cool for me to show up here in blue jeans and a sweatshirt.
This was a very special occasion, and I was dressed for the part.
Posing was fun. Dr. Dale took a lot of pictures of me, sitting, standing, curtseying, smiling, sitting and looking thoughtful.
Then Samantha joined me. She stood behind me and wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, while Dr. Dale took some more photos.
I felt Samantha's tits pressing the back of my neck and shoulders. They were warm and soft, and her flesh was cool and smooth where she touched me.
I really liked the posing. Samantha took me to the couch, where sunlight shone in through the window and poured over us.
It was nice and warm and drowsy and dreamy in the sunlight, making me feel loose and lazy and very relaxed and at ease. Samantha had me sit on her lap. Her lap was warm. When I sat there, she put her arms around my waist and held me.
Our faces were real close. Samantha put her hand under my chin and lifted my face and then she pressed her lips on mine.
Her lips were soft and velvety. She kissed me. Her tongue flicked out and ran over my teeth and I opened them for her to stick her tongue in my mouth.
She did. Her breath was warm and sweet. She kissed me and rubbed my tongue with her tongue. She touched me as she kissed me.
Dr. Dale quietly moved around. The only way I really knew he was there was when I heard the snap of the camera as he took another picture.
From time to time, when he got a shot he really liked, he would say something like, "Terrific!" or "Fantastic – just great!"
I was feeling pretty fantastic myself, from Samantha's kisses and her touch.
She rubbed my titties trough the dress. My nipples got hard and stuck out. She rubbed my thighs and kissed me some more.
She took her mouth off mine. "We thought it might be a good idea to take pictures of you in your pretty dress while you still had it on!"
After that, I didn't have it on for much longer.
"Such a lot of buttons to undo!" Samantha said, as she undid them, opening them down the front and opening the dress to the waist.
She reached inside. Instead of a bra, I wore a kind of camisole top, white and soft, with a little pink satin ribbon between my tits.
Samantha felt me up through the cami, playing with my stiff nipples.
I had to get off her lap so she could take the dress off. Then it was off and I stood there in the cami and my petticoats.
She stripped me slowly and sexily, touching me lots, pulling off the garments so that it was like a caress when they slid along my skin.
I was really excited, since she was just about the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, maybe even more beautiful than Beverly.
Samantha kept stripping me. I was bare to the waist. I stood there shyly, with my head bowed, holding my hands behind my back.
Off came petticoats, panties, shoes, socks. Then there was nothing more to come off, 'cause I was naked.
It was a real turn-on to be standing there with no clothes on, while the two adults were all dressed, with Samantha feeling me up.
"What smooth skin you have," she said, touching it. "And what a lovely peaches and cream complexion – flawless!"
She touched my bare titties. I started to get wet when she tweaked my nipples and rolled them between her fingers.
She put her hand between my thighs, which I opened at her touch. She rubbed my bush and my pussy lips.
"So lightly haired," she said, "just like a little girl!"
The way she said that, I knew she was turned on by my thin bush.
She touched my pussy. She rubbed the lips, stroking them. They quivered and got real warm. The warmer they got, the wetter I got inside.
She put her middle finger inside me. I was wet, but my slit is small. She pushed her finger in and the walls of my pussy pressed it.
She fucked me with her finger, shoving in and out. I was getting weak in the knees. My legs shook and felt like rubber.
I had to hold on to her shoulder for support. My face was all flushed and hot. Click! Click! Click! went the camera as Dr. Dale kept snapping pictures.
Then Samantha undressed. She slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled the dress down off her tits, baring them.
I was right – she wasn't wearing any bra. She didn't need to. Her tits were about the size and shape of apples.
The flesh was soft and white, instead of the tan color of the rest of her body, so it showed the shape of the bathing suit she must have worn under the sun while she was getting that rich deep tan.
That looked very sexy, those milk-white tits right in the middle of all that coppery flesh. The tits were warm and smooth and full.
The nipples were like buttons. They were a very dark pink, almost brown, as were the little circles of flesh surrounding each nipple. I forget what those little circles are called. Hers were the size of quarters, twenty-five cent pieces. If you want to know, for comparison, mine are a little wider than dimes.
Samantha pulled the dress off. Her tits were bare, but the rest of her wasn't. She was dressed in beautiful lingerie.
It was as white as her dress. A frilly white garter belt was around her waist. It had lacey ruffles which fell like lace doilies on her bronze hips.
Her long legs were covered with white stockings, skin-tight and without wrinkles.
Over the fat garters of the belt she wore a pair of white satin panties.
Those panties were really small! All they were was two small white triangles, one covering (barely!) her pussy, and the other one covering even less of her ass.
"Oh, so beautiful!" I rubbed her thighs over the stocking tops.
She sat down on the couch and I joined her. We kissed. She rubbed my titties and stroked my pussy.
She took her mouth off mine. The taste of her was sweet on my tongue. I wanted to fill my mouth with her tits, with her pussy.
I asked her softly and sweetly if I could kiss her. She said yes. I rubbed my face against her tits, trying to bury myself in them.
Her nipples were stiff and they throbbed hard. I kissed both of them, and each time I pressed my lips to them, they throbbed.
I took a nipple inside my lips and sucked it. I held the nipple with my lips and ran my tongue across it – Samantha liked that.
She let me suck for a while. Then she eased my mouth off her and put her hands on my shoulders and put me on my back on the couch.
She spread my legs. One of them hung off the end of the couch, but my foot wasn't touching the floor. She put her head down there.
She rubbed her face against the insides of my thighs, and against my pussy. Then she stroked my pussy lips with her lips.
I was turned on and making all kinds of little excited moans.
She kissed my pussy up and down. Then she stuck out her tongue. I was so turned on that I thought I might fall off the couch.
She rolled her tongue up and down my pussy and got it all wet with her saliva.
The clicking of the camera was real close now. Dr. Dale knelt on the floor by the couch, the camera hiding his face as he took some real close shots.
Samantha put her tongue inside me. I was moaning and she held my hips and pushed them down into the cushions.
She put her open lips on my pussy lips and she shoved her tongue back and forth, in and out, licking the walls of my pussy.
She loved the taste and lapped down the juices and came back for more. And there were plenty more, since they just kept oozing out of my pussy.
She drew her tongue out of my slit, then shoved it up to the top and pressed my clitoris with it and licked it and really drove me wild.
I was crying like a little girl, crying with pleasure, and crying with Samantha not to stop doing what she was doing.
She tongued my clit and made me come. I shook and squealed and she held me down. She took her tongue off my pussy when I came.
After I finished coming, I was all hot and wet and melting inside my slit. I lay there on the couch and I could hardly see straight.
Samantha and Dr. Dale reached for me and hands were all over me, lifting me off the couch and on to my feet.
The sunlight was warm, shining through the window on my naked body. The garden and yard were fenced in with thick, waist-high bushes which were just like a wall, so nobody could see in through them and see what was going on in the living room.
Besides, in this ritzy neighborhood, the houses were not crammed so close together that one neighbor's nose was up his next-door neighbor's ass, like it is in my neighborhood.
But we were going out of the neighborhood of the living room now, and heading down the wide hall for the bedroom which lay at the end of it.
Dr. Dale and Samantha stood me up and felt me up as they walked me down the hall. I stood between them as we walked.
Each had their arm around me. Their legs brushed mine as we went to the bedroom.
Dr. Dale's pants flapped against my bare leg, while Samantha's stockinged leg rustled and slid along my other leg.
Into the bedroom we went. It was just as beautiful as the rest of the house, with a massive bed with an antique brass frame.
They took me to that bed. I stood and leaned against Dr. Dale. He put his hand on my bottom and rubbed it and rubbed the backs of my thighs.
Samantha pulled down the sheets and blankets to the foot of the bed, where they would be out of the way.
I got into bed. It felt good to lay my hot little body down on the cool smooth sheets. They smelled sweet – I wondered if Samantha's body scent had gotten on them.
Samantha undressed her man. Dr. Dale's penis was stiff in his pants. She took hold of it, squeezing and rubbing it through the pants.
He pulled off his sports shirt. Samantha rubbed his bare chest and kissed his nipples. He kicked off his shoes.
She felt his cock and balls while she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. She reached into his shorts and played with his stiff cock.
I lay on the bed on my side, with my thighs closed, pressing them against my pussy lips, which were all sensitive from the orgasm I had just had.
Dr. Dale was naked now. His thing stood out from his hips. Samantha squeezed and stroked it. He hugged and kissed her.
He pressed his front against her front. His cock stood up straight and got pressed between his flesh and hers.
He took hold of her panties and pulled them down. He stepped back from her. The panties were at the tops of her thighs.
Her bush was thick and dark and neat. Her pussy lips were dark and dusky brown, a lighter shade than her nipples.
In addition to the white garter belt and stockings, there was another white band on her hips, the white triangle which covered her ass cheeks and her pussy, the outline of whatever bikini bathing suit bottom she had worn while sunning.
She got into bed on one side of me. Dr. Dale got in on the other side of me. I was the tender filling in a sandwich of flesh.
They kissed, licked, touched me. I shyly rubbed Dr. Dale. Samantha took hold of my hand and put it on his penis and pressed it there.
His thing was stiff and swollen. It got hotter as I played with it.
Samantha stretched out on her back. Dr. Dale guided me to her. She spread her stockinged legs and I got between them.
I knelt and lowered my head to her crotch. There was the white garter belt, with its big lacey ruffles. There were the garters, all fat and frilly and running down the sides of her hips. There were her stockings, white and sleek.
Then there was her flesh, with a band of copper colored skin suddenly changing into milky white, showing the line where the bikini began and ended.
And there was her pussy…
Down I went to it. She was hot and wet and the smell of her sex was thick and musky and filled me when I put my face to her.
I love the smell of pussy and I filled my nose with it. Her bush was soft and downy and very dark.
I put my lips on her pussy lips. They were thick and full. I kissed them.
After a while, she moaned and moved under me. I touched my tongue to her and rubbed all over her pussy with it. She moved more.
She sighed and put her hand on my head and pressed my face down into her pussy. The lips opened, and her pussy membranes touched me.
They were wet, hot, slippery. I stuck my tongue inside her.
The juices tingled on my tongue. She tasted thick and rich. I licked and lapped and swallowed. Juices wet my face.
I put my tongue to her clitoris. My clitoris was a pearl, while hers was the size and shape of a marble, a throbbing pink marble of flesh.
There was movement on the bed. Dr. Dale got behind me.
I was on my knees between his wife's spread legs, with my face pressed to her pussy and my ass raised high in the air.
I guess the sight of my ass and pussy wiggling and wagging while I bobbed my head and thrust my tongue into his wife's pussy got him all sexed up.
He stood on his knees behind my behind. He took hold of my hips. I felt his warm breath playing on my ass.
It was followed a second later by his mouth, which covered my ass with hot wet sloppy kisses, licking the cheeks up and down.
He took his mouth off my ass and leaned into me. His stiff cock slid over me. It was hot, burning, throbbing, swollen.
He put the cock in the crack of my ass, and rocked back and forth, rubbing his cock up and down, making it hotter.
He took his cock and rubbed the head of it against my pussy, which was dripping wet from all the juices his wife had put there.
He put his cock there. He pressed the tip to the slit of my pussy, pushed apart the thin lips, stuffed his cock head inside.
I moaned when I was entered. Since my mouth was on Samantha's crotch, my moans vibrated through her pussy, giving her an extra turn-on.
Dr. Dale slid his cock into me. It was a tight fit, just like it had been the last time that he fucked me.
He put his thing in deep. I felt stuffed and stretched by the stiff thing inside me. He held my hips and rocked back and forth.
He put his penis in and out, fucking me. All the time he was doing this, I never skipped a stroke of the tongue on Samantha's clitoris.
She was moaning and squeezing her own tits while I ate her pussy. Her eyes were glazed but she kept them wide open so she could watch her man fuck me from behind.
The three of us were locked together on the bed, Dr. Dale with his penis plugged into my slit, me with my mouth wrapped around his wife's pussy.
Samantha came first.
I saw to that. She had her legs bent at the knees. She was rocking, throwing her pussy up in my face to meet the thrusts of my tongue.
I pressed the smooth insides of my lips against her clitoris and rubbed it. Then I ran the tip of my tongue over it.
That took her over, and she came. When she orgasmed, she shook and she pressed her thighs closed on my head, squeezing it.
My mouth and nose were filled with her pussy flesh as she climaxed.
When she stopped shaking, she let her legs fall open. I gasped for breath. She was loose and flexible and slumped back in the bed.
I gasped even harder, as Dr. Dale kept on fucking me.
He came, and this time he saw that I did, too. He put his hand around me and reached for my clitoris and fingered it while he fucked me.
He had that good light touch – him being a doctor, you could say he had an excellent bedside manner – and he seemed to know just how I wanted my clit touched.
He fingered and fucked me into orgasm after a few moments.