Julie shrugged. “I don’t know,” she confessed, “I don’t know what it means.”
Fran smiled. “Have your parents talked to you about sex, Julie?”
Julie, blushing, nodded. “Yeah, sorta.”
Fran put a friendly arm around Julie’s shoulders and gave her a little hug. “What happenes when a man and a woman have sex?”
“You know what happens,” Julie wiggled uncomfortably.
“Yes, but I want you to tell me what you think happens.”
Julie stammered and stuttered for a moment and then said, “The man’s thing gets all hard and stuff and he sticks it in the woman’s nookie and after a while he squirts some stuff into her and then she’s pregnant.”
Fran controlled her impulse to laugh.
“There’s a lot more then that, Julie. There’s hugging and kissing and touching and being together, and sometimes that’s more important than the actual fucking itself. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Fran turned the page again. Julie blinked and felt her stomach turn over with lust. There was Fran, naked as in all the other photos, but she wasn’t alone. Paul was there, too, and his thing was sticking out right toward Fran’s gaping pussy hole.
“That’s out of sequence. He took that one before he fucked me for the other one.” Fran’s voice was light and her tone casual.
Julie didn’t reply. All she could do was stare in fascination at the huge thing jutting out from Paul and about to split Fran apart.
“How can you do it?” she finally asked. “It must feel horrible!”
Fran shook her head. “Not after the first one or two times. You get used to being stretched, and start looking forward to it. Sometimes I wish Paul’s cock were bigger than it is.”
Julie didn’t know what to do or say. She felt so horny that she wanted to play with herself right there in front of Fran, but she had the sense to realize she had to hide her feelings.
“Are you excited, Julie?”
Julie shook her head, but she couldn’t stop looking at the photograph.
Fran chuckled and Julie gasped as the blonde woman suddenly put her hand under Julie’s skirt and touched her panties.
“Your pussy says you are, Julie,” Fran’s voice was hoarse, and Julie looked at her.
Fran smiled and licked her lips. “Kiss me, honey. Give me a kiss, and Fran will make you feel very, very good.”
Julie wanted to say no, but the gentle stroking fingers on her crotch were driving her wild. She leaned forward and gave Fran a chaste peck on the cheek.
Fran gently touched Julie’s face with her hand and their mouths met, Fran’s tongue slipping inside Julie’s and playing with her tongue.
“Ummm.” Julie leaned against Fran and her hand groped at the breasts behind the cloth.
Arms wrapped around each other, the two lay down full-length on the rug, their legs pressing against each other’s crotches.
“Umm, Fran, touch me,” Julie panted.
Fran ran her hands over the teen-ager’s slim body and between her thighs, spreading them apart. Her fingers tugged at Julie’s underpants and the girl lifted her hips, feeling the material being pulled off her.
Lying on her back, her legs spread open, Julie lifted her head and looked at Fran kneeling by her feet.
“Julie, I’m going to do something you’ll like very much, but don’t yell, all right?”
Julie nodded and then blinked with surprise. She expected Fran to lie on top of her, pressing her knee against her crotch, but instead Fran bent down and began kissing Julie’s leg, her hands stroking the sensitive inner flesh of the teen-ager’s thighs.
“Fran? Wha… ohhhh, oh, that’s…” Julie gasped as Fran continued kissing her legs, higher and higher until her cheek brushed against the girl’s crotch.
“Wha-what are you gonna do?” Julie asked in a small voice.
Fran didn’t say a word, but lowered her head between Julie’s legs. Julie whined as she felt the older woman’s fingers on her pussy lips.
“Ohhhh!!” Julie gasped and arched her back, grabbing at Fran’s head.
Fran dipped her tongue into Julie’s cunt again, and the teen-ager writhed against her, panting and whining faster and faster as her lust built up inside her. Julie’s body was trembling and shaking, her hands moving from Fran’s head to the aching cones of her small breasts.
“Ohhhhh!” Julie shuddered. Fran tasted a fresh burst of pussy juice from the girl’s throbbing cunt.
“Did you like that, Julie?”
Julie gulped and nodded, too exhausted to move. She could feel the air on her pussy, and she knew she should cover herself, but just lying quietly, feeling her body quivering, was all the girl could do.
Fran slipped out of her shorts and panties and knelt beside Julie’s head. She lifted the teen-ager’s head toward her crotch and Julie got the message.
Supporting herself on one elbow, Julie watched Fran pull the shaved lips of her cunt open to expose her clit.
“Lick me, too, Julie. Be nice to me, and I’ll do all sorts of nice things to you, honey,” Fran panted.
Julie saw how wet Fran’s pussy was, and she realized Fran was excited, too. She leaned forward, Fran’s hand on the back of her head, and ran her tongue up and down the hot, pink flesh of Fran’s cunt.
“Ahhhh!!” Fran’s body twisted frantically and her fingers dug into Julie’s scalp.
Julie felt Fran’s body shuddering but she kept on licking, entranced by the wonderful musky taste of the blonde woman’s pussy.
“Ohhh, Julie!!” Fran sank to the floor, her thighs spread apart. She pulled one breast out of her halter, twisting the hot, rubbery nipple between her fingers.
Julie knelt between Fran’s thighs and continued her licking and sucking, each movement of her mouth making the woman whine and scream softly with pleasure.
They were both too busy enjoying themselves to notice Paul, his camera busy, standing in the doorway.
“Ohhh, that was great, honey! You’ve got a wonderful mouth! Have you done it before?” Fran smiled at Julie.
“No, never.”
“Well, Paul! What the hell are you, ohh, you dumb shit! What the hell did you come back for?”
Fran looked at Paul with disgust, but Julie’s face was a mask of terror. She had been photographed doing something she shouldn’t have, and the idea of her parents’ reaction terrified her.
“Now look what you’ve done!” Fran spat at Paul. She wrapped her arms around the sobbing teen-ager and held her close.
“It’s all right, Julie, really it is. I’ll make sure he destroys the film. I promise I will.”
Julie didn’t hear Fran’s words of encouragement, she was sobbing bitterly, her face between Fran’s breasts.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” Paul apologized. He set the camera down and crouched by Fran, she gestured and he retired to the chair.
“What if my folks find out?” Julie shook her head and a fresh outburst of tears dampened Fran’s halter.
“They won’t!” Fran soothed her. “You’re not going to tell them, we’re not going to tell them, and I’ll make sure Paul destroys the film. Or better yet, I’ll do it right now. Give me the camera, Paul.”
With a sigh, Paul handed her the camera and watched as Fran opened it. There was a momentary pause and then Fran began laughing.
“It’s all right, Julie. Idiot here forgot to put any film in the camera!”
Julie crawled over to Fran and looked at the open camera. She could see herself that there was no film in it, and an enormous weight suddenly fell off her shoulders.
“Wow, that’s great!” Julie hugged Fran. Paul took the camera back from Fran and closed it up. Fran, a smile on her face, crawled over and leaned on his knees.
“You really are a perverse son of a bitch, you know that?” she said affectionately.
“NO more than you,” Paul replied. “Seducing young maidens.”
