Introduction.

Lisa grew up in a safe suburban environment under the watchful eye of a domineering mother. She yearned for independence and the ability to be more daring away from her mother's stern grasp; she had never met her father or experienced what it was like to be doted on. Lisa, now seventeen, suggested staying at her aunt's villa in the south of France for the summer. Aunt Rose, who was actually Lisa's mother's best friend rather than a real aunt, had been there when Lisa was growing up. Rose was the one who had taught Lisa about the birds and bees and all those other life lessons her mother didn't seem to be able to impart. Lisa always thought of Rose as an elder sister and loved being around her, but it had been two years since they last met. Lisa was so pleased her mother had agreed to let her visit that summer.

Like any other seventeen-year-old girl coming of age, Lisa frequently masturbated, usually with her pants stuffed in her mouth to mask the moans of ecstasy from her mother. She was still untrained in the art of making love, even though she had lost her virginity. Sex with her boyfriend was typically brief, uneventful, and unsatisfying, mostly in total darkness beneath the sheets, where he’d push his small pencil dick in and out until he came and rolled off her. Lisa constantly questioned why sex seemed such a huge deal to her girlfriends. That night she had trouble falling asleep; the excitement was too great. Lying there, she had no idea she was about to go on a shocking voyage of sexual discovery that would forever alter her perspective.

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Rose was a self-assured woman who exuded sex appeal; she was very aware of her beauty and revelled in the attention she received from both men and women. With purposeful steps, her soft, rounded breasts swayed and bounced gracefully, her thick hard nipples always pointing proudly beneath the thin fabric tops she liked to wear in public. Her hair flowed in the breeze like a model from a shampoo commercial, silky and glowing. Her face was an example of pure natural perfection; she had no need for cosmetics, though she often wore eyeliner to accentuate her dreamy green eyes. Rose picked out her favourite button-up summer dress with a low neckline, deciding to dispense with underwear, knowing in the right lighting conditions, the thin fabric turns semi-transparent, revealing the outline of her feminine curves for all to see. She wanted to look her best for Lisa.

Anxiously waiting in the small arrival hall at Beziers airport, she was eager to see Lisa and spend time with her at the villa. Rose was curious about Lisa’s appearance, wondering how much she had developed over the last two years. She smiled to herself at the thought; Lisa was now a woman in her own right and the fun she might have with that. Finally Lisa emerged from the baggage hall exit wearing her prized "Frankie Says Relax" T-shirt, basketball boots, and tight denim shorts that moulded to her pear-shaped buttocks. The seam strained between her thighs, cutting into her slit, creating a puffy cameltoe, revealing the outline of her sex. Rose was surprised how grown up she looked; immediately they rushed into each other's outstretched arms.

“Look at you… all grown up.” They swayed together in a long embrace.

“I’ve missed you so much, Rose.” Lisa was delighted to see her again.

They strolled through the car park chatting away like giddy schoolgirls on a sleepover. Lisa couldn’t believe her luck when Rose stopped at a brand new sporty BMW 325i convertible and threw her case in the back. As they drove through the twisting country roads with the top down, Lisa had an adrenaline rush unlike anything she had ever experienced. The surroundings flashed by in a flurry of vivid colours as the wind ruffled her hair and the warm sun caressed her skin. Lisa couldn't help but admire Rose's slender bronzed legs as the occasional gust of wind lifted her flowing dress. She pushed her mixtape into the cassette deck. It was a thrilling ride filled with a sense of freedom, and Lisa was loving every minute of it as her eighties tunes pumped out of the speakers. Excitement bubbled as the car finally arrived at its destination, a secluded villa, brimming with rustic French charm. Rose jumped out of the car like an eager teenager and grabbed Lisa's arm, pulling her along for a tour of the enchanting villa and secluded grounds.

"I tend to lead an unconventional life here, embracing each day as it comes. Free as a bird, now I am on my own.” Rose had lost her husband, inheriting a substantial sum of money.

“Sounds awesome.” Lisa was already besotted by the beauty of the villa.

"Oh! And don’t be surprised if you see me naked around the villa; I’ve become a naturist. Can you believe it?" Rose exclaimed, playfully nudging Lisa with her elbow to capture her attention.

“Errr! What, all the time?” Lisa wasn’t expecting that confession.

"It is incredibly liberating to be nude, especially around other like-minded people. As you will undoubtedly discover.” Lisa, shocked, felt very apprehensive about Rose’s last statement.

Realising she’d probably said too much, too soon: "Listen to me rabbiting on. Let’s get you unpacked and settled in. You probably just want to relax after your travels.” Rose took the case from the car.

“Upstairs at the end of the hall on the right. Mi casa es tu casa. If you need me, I'll be out by the pool," Rose said, giving Lisa a huge embrace. They always made her feel special.

With her unopened suitcase on the bed, Lisa inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the fresh country air. She picked out the details of her bedroom, soaking up the charming ambiance of the wooden beams and antique furniture. With Rose’s confession still in her mind, she wondered what it would be like to go about the villa without clothes; the word ‘liberating’ rang in her ears. After giving it some thought, she discovered the idea was simultaneously frightening but strangely intriguing. Lisa frequently dreamed about being in public while nude, and she always woke up from those dreams with a damp feeling between her legs. She squirmed as she felt her engorged clitoris pressing firmly against the seam of her denim shorts. Even though she wasn't totally at ease with the idea of exposing her body to others, she was undoubtedly becoming aroused at the prospect. Albeit in the safety of her room.

Lisa stood in front of the full-length mirror and studied her puffy genitalia, which was well defined by her tight-fitting shorts. She liked how the material accentuated the shape of her vagina; it was almost as good as being nude, she thought. Slowly she undressed to study her body. Strawberry-blonde, shoulder-length hair was tucked behind one ear, while the other side fell across her face. Lisa had a certain attractiveness due to her freckled pink cheeks and big puppy eyes that resembled a very cute plush toy; she was pretty in a raw, unconventional way. Her perky B-cup breasts appeared slightly larger than they actually were due to a tight rib cage. From the swollen areolas, long, light pink nipples protruded like extra-long pencil tip rubbers. Her narrow waist made her voluptuous hips and pear-shaped buttocks more prominent. She cupped and squeezed her breasts, wishing they were larger.

Her vagina was totally hidden from view by a bushy, dense jungle of untrimmed hair. She knew her best asset was her fleshy ass; she turned to admire it and jiggled the cheeks, making them wobble. In the street, guys would often turn for a second, more introspective glance as her cheeks bounced seductively with each of her steps. With a new sense of freedom, she decided she felt at ease in her milky white skin and that maybe being nude wouldn't be as much of an issue as she had first believed. Lisa sang to herself as she unpacked her case. “Relax, don’t do it when you want to come…” occasionally pausing to look in the mirror at her nakedness. Once she had unpacked, she lay on the bed with her eyes closed, pretending to be sunbathing, imagining that strangers were watching. As the excitement grew between her legs, so too did the need to pee. Instinctively, Lisa reached for her T-shirt but stopped herself.

"Go on, you can do it; no one will see," she told herself.

Bravely, wearing just a pair of white ankle socks, she stepped out into the corridor. Lisa’s first impulse was to run as quickly as she could towards the bathroom, but she encouraged herself to walk casually, as if walking around naked was something she did every day. By the time she had been naked reading for a few hours, she was beginning to feel quite comfortable in her birthday suit. Lisa decided she should probably spend time with Rose by the pool. She put on her T-shirt, which only just covered her pussy and buttocks. She was fairly certain Rose would be nude but didn't want to be the only one without clothes. With a towel in one hand and a Stephen King novel in the other, Lisa stepped out through the patio doors, uncertain of what to expect.

Rose was reading a book facedown on a sun lounger, totally nude; somehow it seemed natural to see her body that way. It wasn't a huge surprise because she had been expecting it. Lisa's gaze lingered on Rose’s fleshy, bronzed buttocks; they were smaller than hers but had the similar pear-shaped appearance. She followed the sensuous contours of her slender back, which was flanked by bulging flesh as her heavy breasts were squashed against the lounger. Rose looked up with a big smile, pleased to see Lisa approaching.

“All settled in? Ready to embrace a bohemian lifestyle? You must be hungry. I could make us something light to eat if you like; fancy some wine?” Rose said in her usual carefree way as she rolled over and stood up.

Lisa’s eyes were immediately drawn to Rose's bald vagina; she was momentarily shocked because she had never seen a woman naked before, not even her mother. She was fascinated by the thick folds of flesh and the way her labia dangled from the completely hairless and silky smooth mound. She felt her clit throb and swell aroused at the sight of Rose’s youthful almost prepubescent-looking pussy, she had never thought about triming her pubic hair, much less going completely bald. Lisa then noticed Rose’s heavy breasts hanging slightly to the sides of her chest, swaying elegantly with every stride. The thick, stubby cigar butt nipples perched perfectly, pointed skyward. Rose felt a wave of pleasure rush to her pussy as she watched Lisa’s eyes feasting on her body.

“That would be nice; I am a little peckish,” Lisa replied as she continued to explore Rose’s womanly body.

Rose vanished inside, leaving Lisa alone. She decided to sit at the table beneath the shade of a gnarled old tree, where she tried to muster the courage to take off her T-shirt. She knew the time had come for her to take her first step into a brave new world. With her heart racing, Lisa’s cheeks turned crimson as she slipped off the T-shirt with one swift move, exposing her tits to the warm air; her nipples were stiff and ached. Lisa sat back down and opened her book, pretending to be reading, but in reality her eyes were fixed on the patio doorway, waiting for Rose to reappear so she could sneak another look at her beautiful body. Lisa’s heart raced; she was entranced as Rose approached, radiating erotic energy from every pore with each step. She set the tray of food down on the table, noticing Lisa’s flaming, flushed cheeks. She poured copious amounts of wine into two glasses and lifted hers to toast.

“Here’s to freedom and being naked.” Their glasses clinked, and Lisa burst out laughing.

They sipped the wonderfully chilled wine and chatted through the warmth of the afternoon, soaking up the glorious sunshine. Lisa had never felt more alive; she no longer felt doubt and was completely at ease being nude in the company of Rose. It was likely the wine that helped to loosen her inhibitions; she wasn’t used to it and was feeling a little tipsy after her second glass. As she relaxed on the lounger in a dreamy state, she enjoyed the exhilarating sensation of being free of clothes. The sky gradually turned orange as the afternoon faded; Rose was relaxing, sunning her front; Lisa looked over smiling and let out a deep sigh as if releasing years of pent-up pressure. She felt wonderfully alive and more content than she had ever felt before. Suddenly a man’s voice pierced through the silence.

“Rose, where are you, Rose?" A man shouted with a heavy French accent.

"Out by the pool! Be a darling and bring a bottle of wine.” Rose gave Lisa a comforting smile when she noticed the horrified expression on her face. "Just relax, sweet pea; you’re perfectly okay.”

Lisa suddenly felt exceptionally vulnerable; a man she didn’t know was about to see her completely exposed. In a futile attempt to hide her pussy, she crossed her legs, but in actuality, her thick mass of pubic hair already concealed the treasures below. She brought the book up to hide her titties. Rose remained motionless, with her legs slightly apart, displaying her charms openly. Then, in his birthday suit, Pierre emerged through the patio doors clutching two glasses and a bottle of wine. Lisa was gripped with fear; her palms began to sweat profusely as she locked eyes on Pierre's heavy balls and thick, long shaft, which resembled a German sausage. A thick raised vein bulged down its length; she watched in disbelief as it flapped around freely with each of his steps. Even flaccid, it was twice the size of her boyfriend's full erection. Lisa's cheeks flushed instantly. Like Rose, he was completely bald. Pierre was surprised to see Rose had company and smiled with a lustful glint in his eyes at Lisa.

“Enchanté, mademoiselle,” Pierre took Lisa’s hand and kissed it tenderly; his lips were warm and soft. Rose watched on with interest.

Pierre licked his lips instinctively, like a rapacious child in a candy store, as he scrutinised the lines of her nubile body. His eyes sparkled brightly like it was Christmas Day. Lisa felt uneasy and overwhelmed by his close proximity, worried about what he’d do to her body if he had the opportunity. His veiny penis began to slowly inflate just inches from her face. Lisa's heart was thumping; she froze, too frightened to move. The sexual tension he inflicted was intimidating. Pierre made no effort to conceal his admiration for her physique. Lisa felt her body reacting to Pierre's semi-erection despite her trepidation; her clit throbbed with a mind of its own, but she wasn’t in control of the situation and felt helpless and worried that her inexperience would shame her.

“Pierre, let the poor girl be. French men are just insatiable; pay no attention to him,” Rose joked, but Lisa could not ignore his growing member.

Lisa’s heart was pounding so hard she thought it might burst through her chest. “Just popping to the bathroom.” Unsteady on her feet, she retreated as gracefully as she could into the house.

As she lay on the bed trembling, Lisa began to feel annoyed about rushing away like a silly little girl, knowing she might have handled the situation in a more mature fashion. With Rose there to protect her, she wondered what Pierre could have done in any case. The image of his swelling penis only inches from her face had piqued her interest. Even though it was alarming to see at the time, she realised his growing member was actually a compliment; he was aroused by her young, ripe body. He found her sexually attractive and was proud to display the effect she had on him. Wishing she had stayed to witness his complete arousal, to see just how large Pierre’s cock would have grown; it was only the second penis she had ever seen, and she never realised one could be so large.

Her inner thighs were smeared with pussy fluid; she was leaking uncontrollably as her excitement grew. Spreading her legs wide, she looked down. It was hard to see the opening because of the thick forest of hair, but her fingers easily slid into the soaked opening, causing her to gasp with pleasure. Desperate for release, she frigged herself frantically, imagining Pierre standing over her nude body, his throbbing cock at full mast. She buried her head in the cushion to muffle her cries of pleasure as she climaxed quickly. Even then, she still kept picturing his cock—the size of it, the smoothness, how the swollen head bulged under his foreskin, and the thick veins throbbed. It was a wonderful sight.

She thought the ideal way of unwinding before bed would be to take a long hot bath. In her search for bubble bath, she discovered Rose's perfume, "Anais Anais," in the bathroom cupboard. She ached to be in her arms, with their bare breasts squashed together as she opened the lid and inhaled the wonderful scent. Alongside the perfume, she found a container of hair removal cream. Lisa tried to imagine what her pussy might look like bald and whether Rose would approve. Her heart began to pound as she read the instructions and applied the cream liberally to her dense forest. After the designated amount of time, Lisa ran the bath while carefully scraping away the remaining cream and pubes before cleaning the residue with a flannel.

Catching her reflection in the mirror, she gasped, amazed by how different her pussy looked; the size of her clitoris shocked her, literally taking her breath away. She knew it was bulbous but had never seen it so exposed; it stuck out prominently like a miniature penis. Her vagina looked similar to Rose’s, with fleshy protruding lips that peeped out from her puffy slit. Lisa was pleased with the result. As she ran her fingers over the bald flesh, her legs nearly gave way; the area was unexpectedly, exceptionally sensitive to her touch, and the sensation was electric as her fingers slid over the freshly exposed area. As soon as Lisa slipped into the warm bath, she noticed how pleasant the water felt against her delicate and sensitive mound. She couldn't take her eyes off her sex; she had never realised just how large her clit was until the hair blocking her view was gone. She watched it twitching as it inflated. Lisa’s mind wandered as she gently fingered herself; her orgasm was intensified by the sensitivity of the area, she shuddered violently, splashing water from the tub over the bathroom floor.

After drying off and still highly aroused, Lisa lay on her bed; it wasn’t long before she was edging towards another orgasm, enjoying the sensation of her silky smooth, highly sensitive pussy. She watched her fingers gliding in and out of the soaking wet folds in a small handheld mirror as she masturbated, panties stuffed in her mouth. Lisa experienced her first multiple orgasm; as one came to an end, the next big wave hit moments after. Rose's perfume smelt so good; she had sprayed a few squirts over her pillow, engrossed in her own pleasuring while daydreaming about Pierre's impressive cock. She was completely oblivious to the fact that he was spying on her every move wantonly from the doorway to her chamber.

Lisa suddenly sensed that she might not be alone; she stopped moving instantly, remaining motionless, heart pounding, too scared to move, with her head still, her eyes slowly shifted towards the doorway to see Pierre silhouetted; Lisa’s legs were spread wide with multiple fingers inserted in her pussy. She was in a very precarious position; her first instinct was to scream, but her mouth was stuffed with her panties. Pierre was studying her closely, like a wild beast stalking its prey. Lisa’s body quivered at the sight of his massively hard erection, which was even bigger than she imagined, so thick and long. Startled and inexperienced, Lisa wasn't sure what to do, and before she could take action, Pierre’s deep voice cut through the silence.

"Don’t be frightened. Don’t stop; you make me so happy.” Pierre pulled his foreskin down to reveal a big purple bulbous helmet. Lisa’s clit twitched uncontrollably.

“Stay calm, breathe. Oh my god, he’s so big. How could that even fit inside a woman?” Lisa thought, trying to calm herself. “Take control; tell him what you want,” she said to herself.

Pierre stayed in the doorway, gently massaging his throbbing erection. He had rugged good looks for an older guy and must have been quite a catch back in the day. Lisa took pleasure from the way he gazed lustfully at her youthful body and how he stared between her legs, he breathed heavily flaring his nostrils with each stroke of his flesh, his mesmerising eyes explored every inch of her naked body. After several minutes of mutual watching, a wave of erotic abandonment took control of Lisa’s body; all inhibitions cast away, she felt a sense of empowerment as she spat the panties from her mouth. The thrill of being caught in such a compromising position had heightened her senses; knowing Pierre was consumed with lust for her body was an exhilarating feeling, and she knew he was now just putty in her hands.

“Okay, pervert, you can watch me masturbate, but stay where you are.” She turned on the bed to give Pierre a perfect view of her wide-open pussy.

“Oh yes, such a beautiful sight. You’re going to make me cum,” Pierre started to jack off faster.

“You like watching little girls, don’t you, pervert? Look at my open pussy.” Lisa masturbated faster; her juicy hole poured with cream for him. She was surprised by the words that came from her mouth.

“You have a nice big cock… Oh! Yes, I am so wet.” Lisa’s fingers circled her enlarged clit faster and faster as she moaned with pleasure. “I am going to cum for your hard cock.”

Lisa was getting off; she revelled in being watched during her most intimate moments; showing off her wet vagina to an appreciative audience drove her to a new height of pleasure. Pierre’s eyes were glued to her pussy as an orgasm raptured through her body, her moans unmuffled this time, not afraid for anyone to hear her cries of joy. Pierre let out a loud grunt, unable to hold back his eruption any longer. Lisa watched with amazement as thick jets of sperm flew into the air, one after the other, splatting on the wooden floorboards. Lisa was impressed by the distance it had flown and by the huge volume of sperm he ejaculated. The sight of his explosion sent Lisa’s body juddering into another satisfying orgasm. Then, oddly, as the waves of pleasure faded, she started to feel unclean and guilty. When Lisa realised what she had just done, her face flushed, and she buried her face in a pillow because she was too ashamed to look at Pierre. She wondered what she would say to Rose, knowing what had just transpired. Pierre used the tissues from the bedside table to wipe his sperm from the floor before slipping away silently, closing the door behind him. Worn out from her orgasms, Lisa quickly dozed off, exhausted, into a deep sleep.

It was late; the clock on the bedside table read ’01:37.’ Something had woken Lisa. It might have been the strangeness of an unfamiliar room or the warm, humid night air against her nude body. She could hear muted voices in the distance. Lisa felt alert and rejuvenated by her sleep but was intrigued by the sounds coming from outside her room; they were too faint to distinguish properly, but the noises were strangely familiar. Silently, she slipped from her bed and crept towards the bedroom door; the floorboards creaked but not loud enough for concern. She inhaled deeply, then pressed her face against the door and turned the handle carefully, opening the door until there was just enough space for her to peer into the dim hallway. A shaft of light pierced the darkness from Rose's bedroom; her door was obviously open. The quiet bass tones of Pierre's voice were more audible, though she couldn't understand what was being said; maybe it was French. Then, a louder sound, akin to a bull snorting before its charge, was followed immediately by a grunt.

The vein in Lisa’s neck pulsed, her heart thumping fiercely as she edged into the hallway, every step building the anticipation of what she might discover. With stealth, she made her way slowly towards the beacon of light, drawn like a moth to a lightbulb. Desperate to see, she already knew Pierre and Rose were engaged in a sexual act. The idea of being caught skulking around in the middle of the night filled her with fear as she edged ever closer to the open door, heart pounding. With her back firmly against the wall, she closed her eyes, pausing, trying to find the courage to look, even though she knew she shouldn’t, she needed to.

Lisa could hear Pierre’s words more clearly now; she knew if she peered into the room, she would see naked flesh, his throbbing cock, and writhing bodies coupled in lusty sex. Soft moans intensified her anticipation of what she might see. Lisa’s nipples stiffened as Lisa pressed a finger on her clit. Rose was begging Pierre to enter her. The excitement of seeing them making love was too much to bear; her legs went weak as she fingered her clit in a circular motion. Lisa finally plucked up the courage to take a single fleeting glance. It was too fast for detail, but she felt certain it was safe enough for a second, longer look.

“Mmmmm, stick it in, darling; don’t tease me, prends-moi,” Rose panted.

Lisa looked slowly past the doorframe to see Rose mounted on top of Pierre, breathing deeply, locked in a passionate, intense kiss. Rose's hand caressed Pierre's rigid penis between their bodies and wriggled a little before elevating her buttocks, bringing Pierre's thick, rock-hard cock and her wet, open pussy into full view. Rose rubbed the brim of his helmet along her parted slit; the head slipped in with ease, much to Lisa's surprise. Slowly, inch by inch, his cock disappeared from view. Lisa stuffed three fingers in her pussy, imagining it was Pierre’s cock entering her.

“Oui, plus profound, deeper,” Rose moaned as she lowered herself fully onto his cock.

Eyes wide Lisa covered her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound. She knew she shouldn't be watching but simply couldn't restrain herself. The sight of Pierre’s hard cock sliding in and out of Rose as she moaned was too delightful; spying on their passionate lovemaking was taboo, she knew that, but she was too aroused to care. Lisa lay flat against the wall once more, trying to take in everything she had just seen; she was afraid she had been looking for too long and might be caught. Her body was burning, yearning for another orgasm; her head was a jumble of emotions. She was breathing deeply, convinced they would hear her. Her clit throbbed violently, demanding attention. Lisa needed another peek to see Pierre’s heavy balls slapping against Rose and the glistening shaft plunging her depths. Rose’s pants grew shorter, and her moans louder. Lisa braced herself for a another look.

Her pupils immediately dilated when she saw Pierre's veiny shaft stretching Rose's entrance as it thrust in and out. Lisa was mesmerised, lost in their desire for each other and need for satisfaction, consumed by the eroticism that filled the night air. Her clit screamed for attention as she watched Rose expertly grinding her hips down on Pierre's erection. She desired his cock more than ever; she wanted Pierre to fuck her, fill her womb, and make her feel as full as Rose. Lisa took a moment to scan Rose's bedroom; noticing a mirror on the dressing table, she froze instantly, like a rabbit caught in car headlights. Rose was staring straight at her through half-open glazed eyes, mouth open gasping for air, in a state of bliss as she rode on Pierre’s cock.

In a panic, Lisa darted back to her room, trembling with the shock of being caught spying on their lovemaking. The sounds of their sex filled the air; their grunts, gasps, moans, and groans grew louder. Their bodies writhing in hot passion. The sight of sexual penetration and the heady smell of their sex had Lisa’s pussy gushing; she slipped multiple fingers inside herself and masturbated to the music of their sex. Rose climaxed loudly, triggering Lisa to follow quickly with the most intense orgasm of her life. She was certain they heard but was beyond caring; she wasn’t going to climax again with her panties stuffed in her mouth. She felt so good just letting go so completely, gasping and moaning as she came. Lisa wondered what tomorrow might bring as she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Lisa was awake around nine o’clock, a little apprehensive as to what might be said about her spying. She decided to stay naked and made her way to Rose’s bedroom and apologise, excitement growing as she hoped to get another look at Pierre’s cock. She was also excited to see how Rose would react to her bald pussy. The bedroom door was still wide open, but the bed was empty except for the ruffled damp sheets. The musky but sweet smell of sex hung in the air. Lisa breathed in deeply; the image of Rose being fucked fogged her mind, and in a dazed trance Lisa somehow found herself in the kitchen filling the kettle at the sink, daydreaming, recalling the sights and sounds of Rose and Pierre’s lovemaking. Not hearing her approach, Lisa jumped as she felt Rose’s soft breasts squash up against her back as her hands wrapped around Lisa’s waist. She kissed her on the neck tenderly. The kiss was electric; Rose’s silky soft body pressing against her filled her stomach with a warm glow.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you sleep well after you came?” Lisa blushed, looking down into the sink for an answer.

“I am sorry…” Rose cut her short.

“Did you like what you saw? You could have joined us, you know,” Rose whispered seductively in her ear.

Sex had always been a taboo subject as far as Lisa’s mother was concerned, so Lisa was very naïve about the possibilities when it came to lovemaking; her mind boggled. What would she have done? Was Rose suggesting they made out and had lesbian sex? What would Rose do if Pierre were fucking her? The thought was strangely arousing, though she didn’t know what two women did in bed; Rose’s bare tits felt so good as they squashed against her back; she felt comfortable and safe in her embrace. Secretly, the thought of touching Rose between the legs after she’d been fucked by Pierre made her horny. She remembered the huge volume of sperm he ejaculated and always liked the sensation when her boyfriend came inside her and how the hot sticky cum eventually leaked out so she could lubricate her pussy and finger herself with it.

After a long pause, “yes,” Lisa admitted, almost whispering.

Rose took hold of her shoulders, turning Lisa around slowly so they were facing one another. Her soft breasts and hard nipples now pressed against Lisa’s titties. Rose's stunning green eyes gleamed brightly from the smudged eye shadow. Without saying a word, Rose put her hands on Lisa's cheeks and gave her a gentle kiss directly on her lips, sending a shock wave right through her body. Rose then traced with her tongue sensuously along Lisa’s lips, almost as if she were tracing her labia before kissing her again. Lisa stayed still, not knowing what to do. Staring directly into Lisa’s eyes, Rose traced a hand slowly down her body. She had a magnetic sexual quality that Lisa couldn’t resist; she knew deep down she wanted to give her flesh to Rose and experience her love. Lisa’s eyes unexpectedly widened like saucers as Rose slid a hand between her thighs. She gasped loudly.

“You’re so deliciously nubile. We have to get you comfortable with your sexuality, my dear,” Rose said as she slipped two fingers inside Lisa’s wet hole. “My goodness, what a delightful treat.” She smiled and stepped back to look at Lisa’s pussy as she stood there trembling.

Lisa’s cheeks were on fire. “It feels so sensitive without hair. Do you like how it looks?” Lisa asked, seeking approval.

“Lisa, you have the most beautiful pussy, and my goodness! Your clitoris is too delicious,” she said, sucking Lisa’s cream from her fingers. “Mmmmm, so sweet, have you ever tasted yourself?”

Lisa’s head dropped, embarrassed by the question “no.”

With a single finger extended, Rose lifted Lisa’s chin so they were looking at each other again, and then slowly she moved in and kissed Lisa again. One hand came up to cup the back of her head. Rose was breathing hard as she pressed her tongue at her mouth, trying to gain access. Lisa let her defences drop and opened to let her in; she felt Rose's hand between her thighs once more as her snaking tongue circled hers. The fingers skilfully teased her clit and wriggled inside her. Lisa responded by raising her arms to hold Rose's waist. Rose pulled her head back and looked into Lisa's eyes as wiped her fluids all over her lips before moving back in to kiss her. Lisa attempted to pull away, but Rose held her head firmly. Lisa was surprised at the sweetness of the taste; the kissing grew more heated. Suddenly Rose pulled back again, gripping Lisa’s wrist; she directed her hand between her thighs.

“Now taste me.” Rose said in a dreamy voice.

Her mind raced as she wondered if Pierre had come inside her last night. of course he did. Lisa’s fingers explored Rose’s mound and her fleshy lips; they seemed familiar but also different from her own pussy. She traced her fingers along the slit. Rose pushed her hand closer, forcing her fingers inside. It felt warm and slick; Rose was soaking wet, her entrance more open and less tight than Lisa’s. Rose then pulled her hand away and moved it to Lisa’s lips; her fingers were soaked with Rose’s juice. Instinctively, she opened her mouth and inserted two fingers and suckled on them as she gazed into Rose’s eyes. She tasted sweet too but a little more earthy. Rose saw the approving look in her half-closed eyes as Lisa imagined Pierre shooting his hot spunk into her pussy.

“I have a confession.” Lisa’s head dropped.

“Let me guess, you’ve never slept with a woman before, and you let Pierre watch you masturbate.” How did Rose know? Lisa didn’t see Rose in the doorway. “Pierre told me all about it—such a naughty little minx.” Rose inserted two fingers into Lisa’s pussy again and sucked her fingers clean.

“He just appeared, he’s got a really big one, and I couldn’t help myself,” Lisa said, apologetically.

“Pierre certainly has a nice, good-sized cock and is a great lover, but he’s not ‘really big,’ sweetie; he’s a little over average, I would say.” Lisa looked puzzled.

I prefer bigger cocks. I love how satisfying deep penetration can be; it gives me the most amazing orgasms.” Rose confessed.

“Bigger! What, bigger than Pierre? Is that even possible?” Lisa was flabbergasted.

“This afternoon we’ll visit the nudist beach; you’ll get to see cocks in all shapes and sizes there and perhaps even a hard one or two.” Lisa’s clit twitched at the thought.

“When is Pierre coming back?” Lisa was keen to see him again.

“Not sure; he just pops round when he can get away from his wife, but now you’re here, I’d wager it won’t be long before he returns.” Lisa looked a little disappointed but felt hopeful.

“But first things first, we are going to explore each other’s bodies and make love.” Rose took Lisa’s hand and led her towards the stairs; Lisa followed like a puppy eager to please.

End of part 1.

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