"Oh, Annemarie, it's so good having you come to America! And to actually stay with me for a whole year!" bubbled Marcia Fontaine. The American teenager monopolized the conversation all the way home from the airport. Annemarie wondered if the teenaged girl ever shut up, even to put food into her face. Still, she was happy to see such a fine-looking family to receive her on this side of the Atlantic.
Len Fontaine appeared distracted by her great beauty. He may have been her foster father, but she still considered him an attractive man. To her with her European ways of thinking, it wouldn't have mattered if he had been her real father if she'd found him attractive. Sexual freedom meant not hurting anyone else, but always doing what gave you pleasure.
Katherine Fontaine, Len's wife, seemed to be an uptight bitch. Annemarie wasn't sure if she even like the woman or not. Perhaps she wasn't too thrilled with the prospect of playing mother to another teenaged girl.
Annemarie couldn't care less. She was in America, and for a whole year! She could find out about this strange land and its people. She eyed Len again and he looked away nervously, but not before their gazes had locked for a split second.
She saw nothing but sultry desire for her in his look. Smiling, she decided this was going to be one fun stay. Even if Marcia turned out to be something of a Puritan at heart.
"Here's our home, Annemarie," said Len as they pulled into the driveway. "I'll give you a key to the front door as soon as I get one made. I'd forgotten all about it, what with picking you up and all."
"She doesn't need a key, Len," said Kat.
"Oh, but I have one, Mother," spoke up Marcia. "Why shouldn't Annemarie? After all, we're suppose to treat her like one of the family."
"Very well." But the woman didn't sound at all happy about it. Annemarie wondered if she feared she would be dragging in at all hours of the night, perhaps even bringing home strange men. Was it that the woman wouldn't be able to sample the illicit delights of all those strange men?
"Come on, Annemarie, let me show you our room." Marcia took the girl by the arm and pulled her away from the living room and her parents. Annemarie went along wondering what all this strange byplay was. She had a very frank and open relationship with her parents. She could come right out and say what she thought, and her parents respected her opinions, even if they thought them to be wrong.
"Oh, it's nice!" Annemarie exclaimed, genuinely excited. She had a small room back in Holland, hardly larger than a broom closet. It wasn't the least bit like this. Why, there were actually two beds in this room!
"That one's yours," said Marcia. "I hope you like it."
"It's ever so much more than I have at home. And the pictures on the walls. All those rock singers." She looked at photos and posters thumbtacked to the walls. But, Annemarie didn't consider herself the groupie type. She cared nothing for images; she cared about men.
"Do you really like the pictures? I was afraid they might seem a little childish to you, being a European and all."
"Whatever do you mean, Marcia?"
"Well, we hear lots of stuff in this country about how all you Europeans just go out and…" Her voice trailed off and she bit her tongue to keep from finishing the sentence in a way that Annemarie might interpret as being crude.
"You mean we go out and fuck? Is that it?" Annemarie watched as Marcia blushed. "If you can blush at will, I bet you could have all the men eating out of your hand – and other places."
Marcia blushed even deeper red. "Well, not really. I mean, boys don't interest me all that much," she looked at Annemarie as if challenging the girl to call her a liar.
"But all these pictures show a great interest in men. Do you mean the interest is there but that you've never been with a man?" The Dutch girl immediately saw that this was the answer. It was as she'd heard it was in the U.S. The people thought about sex all the time, but seldom did anything more about it.
What a pity! She'd have to show this tender young virgin what joys could be had from a good fucking!
"Don't think I am putting you down. I'm not. It just seems a waste to me, a pretty girl like you are not enjoying yourself with men."
"Men," snorted Marcia, indignant. "All they think about is sex, sex, sex. And all they want is one thing."
"So you do not want the same thing? I do not understand. You're pretty, you're healthy, you are obviously smart. What is the matter with a good fucking?"
"D-do you really think I'm pretty?" the girl asked, hesitant. "It seems like you're about the only one who does."
Annemarie had to admit that Marcia wasn't the most beautiful girl in the world, but then she didn't try to be, either. Her makeup was all wrong, hairdo was terrible, and there was something about the way she carried herself that showed her lack of confidence. All of that would certainly scare off the most desirable men. And the ones that were left weren't worth the effort, as far as the Dutch teenager was concerned.
First-class fucking or none at all! She would rather masturbate than be poorly fucked by a man. All men thought they were superior fuckers, but only some of them were. She would have to show. Marcia how to pick and choose, how to be with only the best men.
"Yes, I think you are quite pretty, my pretty-pretty," she said. She lightly touched the girl's cheek. An electric spark seemed to pass between them, welding them together for a split-second in time.
Annemarie knew what she would have to do to help out her American friend. She approached Marcia slowly, pursing her lips for a kiss. Marcia hesitated, then closed her eyes. They kissed, and the electric spark flowed between them again.
Annemarie pushed Marcia onto the bed, and they fell into each other's arms. Marcia felt she shouldn't be doing this, not with her parents in the next room. Not at all! This was sick, perverted. Women shouldn't kiss each other like this, like lovers.
Yet, she felt a need deep inside her. And she felt an arousal that had she had never felt before. She didn't understand it, but now it no longer seemed to matter. Marcia found she wanted comforting in Annemarie's experienced arms. These arms had held men, made love to men, and she wanted to share that, even if it was only indirectly.
Annemarie broke off the kiss and hotly said, "I think it would be good for the both of us. Too long have I been without real loving. And you are so beautiful!"
Marcia didn't know whether to object or not as the other girl began undoing her blouse. She found she was too nervous to say a single word. She allowed Annemarie to strip her blouse off entirely and undo her bra in a practiced way.
When Marcia was naked to the waist, her tits bouncing slightly between them, Annemarie stripped off her own blouse. She looked down between them and then laughed. "Such a lovely set of tits we have!" Then she cupped her tits in her hands and began rubbing her nipples against Marcia s.
The U.S. teenager wanted to protest. This wasn't right, not at all. But she liked it! She found she liked the feel of Annemarie's rubbery nipples against her own. A thrill passed down into her mounts of titflesh and raced throughout her entire body. She loved it! Not even when she played with herself did this much sexual energy arise.
"Ummm, it feels good! And it's different! I never imagined it could be this good."
"It gets better," promised Annemarie, already stripping off her skirt and panties. She didn't want anything between her blonde-furred pussy and this dark haired American girl's cunt.
Marcia took off the rest of her clothes, feeling as if all seine had left her and she had become a zombie. But, the thrills filling her pussy told her that this was going to be different, extraordinary. She had never considered making it with another woman, even in her wildest fantasies. Now she couldn't wait to see what would happen.
"Ummm, such a pretty pussy you have!" Annemarie said. "I love your pussy so much I could just gobble it up!" And that's exactly what she tried to do. She lashed out her tongue and buried it in the tangled jungle of Marcia's pussy fur. She swirled her rough, pink tongue around and drew up tiny, spit wettened spires bf pussy hair.
Marcia almost went wild with ecstasy. Never had she felt anyone's tongue on her cunt lips before. Never had she experienced the delights of a tongue being driven into her pussy. The other girl was giving her a full lesson in eating pussy. And Marcia loved it!
The sensations rippling through her body were so fine she couldn't speak. She wanted more of that tongue stroking gently up and down her cunt lips, but she didn't know the right words to say, the right way to ask Annemarie to keep going.
The other girl seemed to know what was going through Marcia's mind. She looked up, cunt juice frothing her ups, and said, "Do you want an even bigger thrill? Do you?"
"Oh, yes, yes! Anything for that!"
"Then eat out my pussy, too!" Annemarie spun around on the bed, spreading her trim thighs over Marcia's face. Her blonde-furred cunt was just inches away from the girl's face. "Do what I'm doing to yours!"
Annemarie shuddered at the first touch of the other girl's tongue on her cunt lips. Then, more boldly, Marcia began loudly lapping up the flowing love oils from the Dutch teenager's pussy.
Annemarie shuddered again, more forcefully this time. She felt Marcia's tongue parting her cunt lips, then sinking deeply into her cunt. When the other teenager got the hang of tongue fucking, Annemarie went back to eating the delicious pussy split wide-open in front of her. The sauces gushing from those pink-tinged, rigid cunt lips pleased her more than anything else in the world – except jism.
She gave the American teenager a full-scale lesson in mouth love. She lashed out her tongue and parted her pussy lips. Her tiny clit was poking up, looking meek and hesitant. Annemarie began teasing her cunt into full erection. When her clit pulsed hard against her tongue, she knew she was getting through to Marcia. The girl couldn't keep her hips still on the bed.
Thrashing around, Marcia almost tossed them both onto the floor. Annemarie held onto the mattress and kept slithering her tongue all over Marcia's clit. When she could almost feel the girl's distant heartbeat through the very tip of her erect clit, she licked along one edge of a pussy lip. The girl moaned as if she was coming. Annemarie wasn't sure, since it was such a little reaction. She'd have to make sure the girl got off in a big way; she could tell them if her oral ministrations were having the desired effect of releasing the socially-inhibited teenager's sexual desires.
"Oh, Annemarie, ohhhh! I feel funny! All shivery! It it's like I'm turning into jello! What's wrong with me?"
"Nothing," she answered. "It's what should be happening. Just relax and go with the flow. And don't stop eating my cunt out, damn you, you little bitch! I want some of that, too, you know!"
The words seemed to shock Marcia. But they got her off. She went rigid all over, and her cunt overflowed with what seemed like gallons of cunt juice. Annemarie wondered how words alone could make the girl get the thrills that an eager tongue all over her cunt couldn't give. But all she wanted to do was suck up all that slightly salty, tangy fuck fluid.
She stabbed out with her tongue and speared deeply into the girl's agitated cunt. She stroked up and down along the velvety pussy walls and felt the way the muscles rippled. Marcia was still half in orgasm, and it wouldn't take much to push her back. Annemarie devoted her entire attentions to tongue fucking Marcia.
Driving her tongue in and out like a berserk prick, she tongue fucked the girl to climax again. There was no mistaking the physical reaction. The girl gasped and sucked down hard on her pussy, then went into a spasm that seemed to last forever. Annemarie knew she'd given Marcia the finest gift one person could give to another. Sexual enjoyment.
And she was receiving a fair eating out in return from the inexperienced teenager. She learned fast and did well for a beginner. The way her tongue duplicated the actions of a rigid prick almost made Annemarie forget that it was a wet, pink, tiny tongue fucking her.
The two girls continued gobbling each other's pussies until their jaws ached. Annemarie lost count of the number of comes she gage Marcia and, while the girl didn't really know all the right things to do when eating out another chick, Annemarie got off, too.
It seemed incredible, that to Annemarie the girl didn't know enough about her own body to realize her clit was the most delicate and sensitive portion of her anatomy. But Annemarie stopped wondering about it. She had had a long trip, and her jaws hurt from too much pussy eating.
All she really wanted to do now was to take a short nap, and then go out and see if American men were as uneducated in sexual things as Marcia was.