Unexpected Relationship in New Town

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

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I grew up in a small town in Nebraska. As a child, I liked our neighbors who treated me nicely and helped anytime it was needed. Everything changed when I became older. My face and body changed, and everybody noticed. All of a sudden, the friendly conversations turned into gossip, and whatever I did, became common knowledge within 24 hours. For example, when I started going out with Fred, the comments I got about my choice were rude and nasty, from 'He is no good' to 'If I were you, I'd date Aaron instead.' Two days after I first had sex with him, people of all ages gave me 'the look', hinting they knew about it. It happened 2 months after my 18th birthday, but still, girls I studied with, neighbors, and some boys had some remarks. I felt I was choking in the tiny place, and was happy I got accepted to UCLA.

In the first week of the summer vacation, with help from my parents, I moved to a room in a private residence not far from the campus, and explored the campus buildings and the surrounding area. I was happy to find out that having a car was not needed: The campus was walkable, and there was plenty of public transportation around.

When Fred realized I was going to LA, he got very upset. He asked, "We were born here, raised here, and know the people. Why go to LA? It's not like you wish to become an actress or something."

"Freddie, UCLA is a wonderful place to study, and when I finish, the certificate will give me more options to advance than a local college."

He complained, "But it means we'll hardly meet."

"That is true, but I have to think about my career first. It will be only temporary: Only 4 years..."

"Emily, are you nuts? You expect me to have a girlfriend that I'll see only once in a blue moon?"

To cut the story short, we separated. I was depressed and hoped to make new friends in a city where I knew nobody.

...

In my first week strolling the campus, I noticed my 'Nebraska style' clothes were not suitable for the young liberals around. I decided to use the money I received for my 18th birthday to purchase new stuff.

Knowing that early afternoons stores were less busy, at 2 pm on a Tuesday, I strolled nearby. A little women's clothing store was displaying a blouse I liked. I entered and saw the store only looked small on the outside, but it was elongated and had a vast selection of women's needs. There were no other customers. As I went in, a tall, impressive woman came to the counter, and asked, "May I help you?"

"I am new in town and about to start at UCLA. Everything I brought with me will look ridiculous here, and I thought of buying new clothes."

She had a contagious smile, "I'll be happy to help. In my 15 years as owner of the store, I've helped many students like you."

I grinned, "That will be great, because even if I like something, it may look ridiculous to Angelinos."

"What would you like to check first?"

"I liked the orange blouse in the window."

The lady pulled the blouse, checked the size, and said, "It's medium, but I think small will fit you better."

I didn't argue. She went to the back of the store and returned with 3 blouses. All of them were similar but different colors. She handed me the orange one and showed me the fitting room. I put it on and came out. The lady touched the material in a few areas and commented, "The size is right, but in my opinion, the green one will look better with your beautiful blonde hair."

I chuckled, "Thanks for the compliment. I'll try the green one."

In the dressing room, I looked at myself in the mirror and had to admit the woman was right. I came out and said, "Lady. I agree with you."

She smiled, "My name is Ashley. I have years of experience, so no wonder that most of the time I know what I'm doing. Are you interested in seeing other blouses?"

"I don't want to waste your time..."

"Honey, at this hour I rarely have customers, so I'll be happy to help." Then she moved again to the back and returned with 3 new blouses. They were a different style. She said, "Will it be OK if I join you in the dressing room? I can better check if the blouse is optimal for you. Sometimes it's perfect on top but does not look that nice around the waist, or the collar doesn't fit."

I thought it was unusual that she'd be with me in the cramped room, but it was LA, and here people do things differently. She was right in selecting the right color before, so why not?

She led me to another fitting room. The size was still very small, but there were mirrors on 2 walls.

Ashley blurted, "Please remove the blouse and try this one." She handed me a short sleeved, light blue blouse with low cut neck. I removed my blouse and wore the one she gave me. It looked good, but it showed too much cleavage for my taste. My tits were on the smallish side, a B-cup, and I wore a pushup bra underneath, but my conservative upbringing told me it was 'not appropriate'. I told Ashley it was too revealing.

Ashley laughed, "Honey, this is LA. If you walk around, you'll see that this blouse shows much less than what most other girls are happy to expose." Then, her fingers trailed the top of my breasts, and pulled the top of my blouse up and to the sides. Her touch was like a shock, and I got the shivers. It wasn't a rough touch or unpleasant, but it was unexpected.

Ashley grinned, "That's OK. If you do not like it, let's see what you think about the next one."

It was a grey color with white lines. The blouse did not expose the top of my tits as much, but it was sheer, and the bra underneath was visible. I gazed at her pleadingly.

She understood my nonverbal reaction and remarked, "Here in LA, it is the fashion to show the bra. Why are you so shy? You have a terrific body." She cupped my covered boobs, squeezed them lightly, and continued, "It's a pity you are hiding such a great set. Every Angelina would be proud to show them off." I blushed.

She asked, "Well, if you want to feel like a local, better dress like one." I didn't answer, and she gave me the third blouse. Actually, it was a turtleneck style top. The fabric was very soft and felt great. It fit me snugly, as if tailored onto my body. I loved it immediately, despite the fact that it made my tits look bigger. Ashley's fingers again traced the edges of my bra. Her touch was uncalled for, but... pleasant. I said I liked that one.

She grinned, "I knew you'd like it, but this top does not go with a pushup bra. My recommendation is to wear it with no bra or a soft one." My face reddened.

Ashley gazed at me with a knowing smile, "Trust me. It's for you. Let me prove it to you. Take off your top." I removed the turtleneck and waited. She blurted, "The bra too."

I was stunned; Never in my life I exposed my boobs to anybody but my mother.

Ashley insisted, "Honey, if you wish to assimilate with the other students here, better accept the dress code. Don't be shy: I've helped multiple girls who came from other places, especially from the conservative Midwest, and they thanked me when we were done."

Reluctantly, I unclasped my bra and let it fall down. Ashley's eyes inspected my bare tits, and she declared, "Honey, your breasts are among the most gorgeous I've ever seen. You do not need a pushup bra. Your tits are beautiful and stand high on your chest. In my opinion, braless will suit you best, but if you'd rather have one, a soft, plunge bra will look the best."

I was standing silently, not knowing what she was talking about. She guessed it was the case, and mumbled, "Wait here. It will take me a minute."

She came back with a couple of wireless, tiny bras. She helped me put on a white one, which covered very little of my boobs, and instructed me to wear the turtleneck again. I did as asked and gazed at myself in the mirror. She was right! The top fit me perfectly, and unlike before, did not reveal signs of straps or the bra itself! I looked at Ashley admiringly. She grinned and hugged me, "Look, we spent over an hour, and I think we are on the right track to find the best clothes for you. I just remembered I have to go somewhere for half an hour. Is there another time you'll be free and we'll continue? I promise to make it worthwhile for you, including a substantial discount."

I was grateful. She was helpful and didn't try to push her stuff, making me pay for anything. Ashley was willing to waste her time teaching me how to dress up in the big city. I said, "Thank you for being so nice. It's my vacation now, so I can come here when it's convenient for you."

She blurted, "Tomorrow, same time, should be much better."

I smiled, "Ashley, thanks again. By the way, my name is Emily."

"It's a cute name. OK, Emily, I'll see you tomorrow at 2:15 pm."

...

I was excited to spend more time at Ashley's store. Being on vacation and not having friends in the city made the experience of shopping with such a nice person thrilling.

I arrived five minutes early, entered the door, and saw it was empty. I called, "Ashley, are you here?" She came out from the back with a smile, "I was preparing in the back items I thought you might like."

She stood under the light, and I saw her better than before. Ashley was about 5'8", 135 pounds, and had black, shoulder length, wavy hair. Although she was probably 35 or 40 years old, her face was flawless. She wore a thin floral blouse and a short black skirt.

Ashley carried a bunch of clothes and pulled me into the dressing room. "Take your top off. I want to show you bras and blouses I think you'll like."

It was still embarrassing, but since she'd already seen my bare chest before, I didn't hesitate. She handed me a strapless bra and helped me adjust it better around my breasts. Her soft, warm fingers again made me tremble and even caused a tingle down there... It amazed me how a simple touch caused me such feelings. Then she asked me to put on a blue, striped, short sleeved blouse. It looked cute. Ashley placed me before the mirror and stood behind me. I liked the way I looked. Then, she said, "I think it will look even better like that," and from behind me, her hands moved forward, released the top two buttons, and pulled aside the wings. Her closeness made me weak in the knees. Her strong perfume and feeling her boobs pressing onto my back made me lightheaded. I wobbled. She came closer and hugged me from behind, "What is it, dear?" I whispered, "Sorry, I feel dizzy."

Ashley continued hugging my waist, stabilizing me, and asked, "What do you think?"

The blouse had the right shape and colors, and fit me well, but with the two buttons open, my cleavage was noticed, which bothered my puritanical upbringing. My face flushed. Ashley noticed my face, and she chuckled, "It's so unusual to see in our show-all town such a bashful girl. Here, let me show you how I dress, and your body is much better than mine."

Next, she removed her blouse. I stared with my mouth agape: She was not wearing a bra, and her C-cup breasts were amazing. I couldn't take my eyes off them: Round, with large areolas and black pointy nipples. Ashley's piercing eyes checked my face with a grin, and she blurted, "See, no need to be shy." Then she wore a similar striped blouse that was one size bigger, opened the top 3 buttons, and pirouetted before me. Her large tits swayed freely behind the thin material, and I became hypnotized.

My condition did not escape Ashley, and she muttered, "Honey, wearing clothes like that is freeing and fun. Here, see how pleasant the blouse feels." Next, she grabbed my palm, placed it on her covered left breast, and squeezed my fingers on the soft fabric. The material may have been nice to the touch, but having my fingers all over her covered, hardening nipple was way too much. I was feeling hot, my cunt started dripping, and I was oozy again, feeling unstable.

Ashley caught me before I fell and hugged me tightly. Her tits crushed against me, and my face got buried in her neck. She held me for a long moment, and then her hand caressed my shoulder, "Are you OK? Would you like me to bring you a cup of coffee?"

I mumbled, "Ashley, I am sorry. Watching your perfect top so close to me was terrifying, and I lost it."

She chuckled, "Emily darling, I'd switch my tits with yours anytime. They are so young and perky. Mine are too heavy."

I objected, "That is not true. Every woman would die to have yours."

Ashley had a strange smile. She opened her blouse, exposing her stunning girls, took both my palms, put them on her orbs, and whispered, "Don't you think they are too soft? I am afraid they'll sag soon." As she was talking, her hands made mine gently massage her smooth beauties. Her erotic maneuver stunned me. The contrast between the smooth, softish breasts and the hard nipples was apparent, and... tempting. Never daring to think sexually about another woman's tits, my mind was overloaded. I hated the idea that the touch felt so good. That it made me horny beyond belief. I was helpless and like a putty to Ashley's will.

Ashley noticed my incapacitated condition and murmured, "Emily dear, take it easy. I am here for you." and next, her hands started lightly knead my boobs. It was a feathery touch, but very sensual, and my arousal reached a new high.

My eyes were mesmerized by her gently bouncing tits and I felt my lips become very dry. As my palms were gingerly squeezing her girls, I licked my lips. Ashley misinterpreted my intentions (Or did she?...) and slowly pushed my face onto her right breast. I was powerless to resist, even if I wanted to. Then my lips met her dark nipple. She pulled my head further and my lips parted around the protruding nipple. I milked it gingerly and heard Ashley groan, "That's it, baby. Suck Mommy's breast."

As my consciousness gradually recovered, her nipple felt good in my mouth. It felt like a tasty pacifier. However, my horniness continued to increase, and I pressed my knees against each other to calm the need I had to rub my cunt.

Ashley was in full control. She realized I was highly aroused and not able to resist her manipulations. She whispered in my ear, "Honey, relax. I am here for you."

Subsequently, she knelt before me and slowly pulled down the waistband of my panties. My brain screamed, "NO! Don't do it, please..." but my mouth was frozen and my legs paralyzed. I could only observe yet do nothing about it. Soon my panties were on the floor. Ashley pushed me gently to sit on the bench, spread my thighs, and dove onto my hairless cunt. She gave it a long lick, then raised her face, and said, "Your pussy lips are pretty and smell fantastic. Your juices are tangy sweet. What a lovely coochie you have!"

I was still motionless and could only stare at Ashley's expert mouth assault my vulva. Her tongue moved around my love button, careful not to touch it, and now and then added small kisses. Then she lapped the secretions, and her tongue began probing my pussy. My arousal was so high, I thought I was going to faint. I closed my eyes and heard myself whimper.

Ashley blurted, "You were a good girl, love. I'll let you cum now." When she finished talking, she inserted a long finger into my hungry pussy and massaged the front wall while her tongue jiggled my clit from side to side. I recall shuddering violently, crying, and... losing consciousness. I wasn't sure how long I was out, but when I woke up, Ashley was sitting beside me on the bench, gently caressing my cheek. I was confused and couldn't tell how much of what I remembered was a dream versus reality. My head was spinning, and I was exhausted, yet my body felt energized!

Gradually, my brain started functioning. I noticed Ashley's top was still exposed, and her terrific tits stared me in the eye. She guessed my desire and mumbled, "Yes, darling, you can."

I tweaked both her breasts lovingly and then kissed one nipple after the other.

I looked at Ashley shyly, "What did you do to me?..."

She combed my long hair with her fingers and whispered, "Nothing you wouldn't want me to. Your eyes told me you were ready to enjoy the experience, and I guided you to have a different kind of pleasure. Did you suffer?"

"Not at all, but I was under the impression that acts like that required consent..."

She grinned, "Honey, you never said 'no', and not even once pushed me away. Your brain gave me a non-verbal sign your body craved my touch."

My mind was struggling to absorb what just happened and my body started reacting. I stood up, began to dress up and said, "Ashley, I don't blame you, but I still think what you did was nonconsensual."

When I was fully dressed, Ashley handed me a bag with the bra and 2 blouses, and said, "Emily, I am sorry you remember what happened in a bad light. These clothes are yours free. I hope in time you'll feel better about it and come to my store again. I can help you choose dresses, skirts, and underwear. Take care, honey."

...

For days I strolled around the campus aimlessly. I could not get rid of the picture of Ashley smiling at me as her hand tantalized my stiff nipple. Each time my mind tried to focus on anything else, within seconds, the haunting sight returned with a vengeance, causing my vagina to warm and trickle drops of my pussy juices. I was disgusted and nauseated, but at the same time horny continuously. The worst thing was that I could not comprehend what happened: I had always been heterosexual, or at least that's what I thought. And out of the blue sky, I felt the hots for a stranger. A WOMAN I just met... I had the urge to feel Ashley's soft hands trailing my body, tweaking my tits, fingering me, and sending me to heavenly ecstasy... Why did I become so needy?

In my desperation, I registered for a health club and started working out, hoping my exercises would tire me and let me sleep peacefully. However, it was not to be: Dreams involving Ashley kept disrupting my sleep. If only I had a BFF around, we could talk about it, but I had not met anybody yet.

After two weeks of sleepless nights, I was exhausted and gave up. I couldn't take it anymore and called Ashley, "Hi Ashley. This is Emily. Is your offer to help me find suitable dresses still viable?"

She chuckled, "Yes honey. Come to the store tomorrow at 1:30, and I'll show you what I have."

...

I entered the store on time. Ashley was dressed to kill: A short, black dress with an exaggerated cleavage, 3" heeled shoes, hair tied up in a perfect bun, and red hot lipstick.

She smiled, "I missed you. But I knew that eventually you'd get your senses together and come back to me. Tell you what; why don't we first look for a dress and a skirt, and then we'll chat about more fun stuff." I mumbled, "OK..."

"Honey, you are young, gorgeous, petite, and blonde. I remember the two blouses I gave you. Wait in the fitting room, and I'll bring you some dresses and skirts to try on."

As I entered the tiny room, I heard Ashley lock the front door and switch the sign to 'CLOSED'.

Soon after, Ashley came in with a bunch of stuff on her arm. She helped me take off my clothes, and I was left with only my panties on. Ashley handed me a blue dress that was similar to hers, but two sizes smaller. I put it on. It was tight, but felt good on my hips and waist. However, the low neckline on top squeezed my breasts, pushing them upward. The cleavage made my tits look bigger than in reality. I blushed, "I'll never be able to go out on the street like that." Ashley, on the other hand, seemed thrilled by the way the dress hugged my figure. She caressed my hand and said, "We'll see about it. This dress is intended for your body. It highlights your terrific assets, and there is no need to hide them. Now, take it off. Next, she made me put on a sheer lacy shelf bra and then handed me a long, light green evening gown. The dress was beautiful! It was long, reaching my ankles, with a pretty belt which emphasized my narrow waist, and, again, too little on top, revealing much of my breast tissue, barely hiding my nipples.

I begged Ashley, "I love this dress, but don't you have something similar that will cover my chest?..."

"Honey, if the dress was intended to be worn in the rain or snow, I'd understand your question. This dress is to be seen and admired. These days, good looking women should savor the jealous stares." I remained mum.

Then she asked me to wear a short skirt. It reached 2" above my knees, and the off white color was supposed to look good with my 2 new blouses. I liked this one a lot. I smiled at Ashley, "Thank you for everything, especially the skirt."

She came closer, "I am happy to see you enjoy my presents."

I protested, "Please, no! I wish to pay you."

She chortled, "I won't even tell you how much the items cost, especially the gown. But if you think I deserve something, a kiss will do."

My face was flushed. I gingerly closed the distance, stood on my toes, and kissed softly her red lips. She blurted, "Darling, you know better!"

I closed my eyes, parted my lips, and French kissed her full lips, inserting my tongue into her hot mouth. Our tongues swirled together for a while, and she hugged me. She said, "I missed you very much."

I lowered my head, "I missed you more..."

"Honey, this time of day, only infrequently customers enter, but they might. I think it will be better if you come to my house. It's a two story building in a nice neighborhood with a fenced yard that has a small pool, jacuzzi, and a vegetable garden. I'll be happy to see you there after hours or on Sunday, when the shop is closed."

I hugged her, and she caressed my cheek. I promised to arrive at 10 am on the coming Sunday. She gave me her address and told me which public transportation stops were near her house.

...

Sunday was a sunny day. As I approached the house, I had mixed feelings: I wanted to see Ashley without the fear that a customer would enter her store and see us not fully dressed and in a compromising position. However, I was nervous, knowing that Ashley had all the controls, and once she touched me, I would be like putty in her hands.

Ashley opened the door, smiling broadly, and let me inside. The house was cooler and less humid. She showed me her plush living room. It was nicely decorated, but what attracted my attention were the pictures on the walls. All depicted women in different stages of undressing, from partial to full nudity, and from a back view with a hint of breast exposure to a frontal shot. Each photo was highly erotic, yet it was artsy. Watching one picture after the other was arousing. Ashley followed me without saying a word.

As I was about to finish, she asked, "Do you like my collection?"

"I love the photos. The artists did terrific jobs capturing these beautiful women in highly sensual poses."

She grinned, "Thanks, honey. I am the artist, and these women were my former lovers."

I stared into her eyes, "Are you a photographer?"

"I am an amateur one. It's a hobby I started long ago. As I grew up, I realized I was attracted to women more than men. Since then, I have satisfied my needs by taking photos and having relationships with gorgeous women," she moved slowly in my direction, "like you..."

Like before, Ashley's effect on my brain was terrifying. I was unable to object or move my legs. I was frozen, giving her myself to do with me whatever she chose. She kissed me softly and said, "Darling, I am hungry for you. Let's go to my bedroom and take care of our cravings first before doing something else. She pulled me into her dimly lit bedroom, and patiently undressed me. I stood like a log, allowing her to do her thing. When I was fully naked, her hands moved along my body, pausing initially to knead my tits, and then over my cunt, which started moistening. I was becoming horny, and gradually recovered from my daze.

I mumbled, "Ashley, you excite me, but YOU are fully dressed. Why?"

"Emily dear, we are here at last, in a place where I can teach you the secrets of women's love. I know you wish to be touched, and reach a wonderful climax, but you'll have to earn it." I glanced at her, not understanding what she meant.

She smiled, "First step, undress me."

With shaken hands, I unzipped her dress, and she let it slip on the rug. She had nothing underneath and was naked, towering over me like Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty. She spread her legs mildly and ordered, "On your knees, girl!" I obeyed.

She grinned, "Good. It's time for you to learn about women's genitals and how to pleasure them. Earlier, I waited for you impatiently. It made me hungry for you, and my vagina is already drooling. Touch me down there, grab some of my nectar, sniff, and then lick it."

I put my finger between her folds and got drenched. I moved closer and smelled her sex. The scent was musky-sweet. I licked her smooth labia, and the liquid tasted slightly salty with minimal sweetness and a touch soapy. I liked it! She definitely showered before my arrival...

I heard her say, "Nice tongue job, honey. Savor the taste. You'll have ample opportunities to enjoy it, but it's time for the second step." Strong hands pulled me up and pointed to the bed.

I climbed the bed, not knowing what's next. Her intention became apparent shortly after: Ashley French kissed me for too long, taking my breath away, and then switched me onto my side as she turned upside down and lay on her side facing my body. She kissed me lightly, moved down onto my neck, and then she milked my nipple. My face was at the level of her tempting tit. I took it between my lips and sucked it. Her hand pushed my face into her breast, encouraging me to suck harder. I did and heard her moan. Both of us concentrated on the other one's mammaries, and then I felt her fingers moving toward my cunt. I did the same to her, feeling hot, as my arousal was boiling. I thought she had in mind to finger me, but I was wrong. Her head moved south on my body, and soon we were in a 69 position. I've done it before, but with a guy. This was way different: Ashley was a woman and had a lot of oral experience with them. I knew I wouldn't last long and attacked her vagina with my lips and tongue. As I was closing in on my orgasm, Ashley turned me on my back with my face between her legs and slowly parted her legs further, sitting on my face, with my lips and nose buried in her pussy. I could hardly breathe but was too turned on to stop and fucked her with my tongue.

Ashley slid further, trapping my tongue onto her clitoris. She stayed like that for a long moment. Then she shivered on top of me as her orgasm began. I was so close, but had not reached the promised land yet. When her trembling diminished, I hoped to have her help me cum, but my hopes were quickly dashed. She rose from me, kissed my lips, and announced, "Baby, for a first timer, you were on the money. However, you'll get your reward a little bit later. I was disappointed and too horny to argue. I was willing to do literally anything to orgasm.

Ashley led me to another room with multiple pieces of equipment, which I had no idea what they served for. We moved to a funny device that looked like a small rocking elongated table. It was cushioned on top, and on both sides, there were unusual sticks which looked like... human penises.

Ashley grinned and asked, "Can you guess what this comfortable chair is for?"

I whispered, "I am scared..."

She hugged my shoulder for a couple of seconds and helped me gingerly sit on one of the bulging things. My cunt was still soaked, and the protruding dildo slid into my pussy effortlessly. When it was in all the way, Ashley did the same on the other side. She blurted, "I love this game, and my girls love it too. Let me show you how it works." Then she rocked the table, and it began moving up and down like a rocking horse or a kids' seesaw. The dildo was made of silicone, quite large and 7" long, and it filled me completely. Once I got used to it, it felt pleasant. I held the base, and we rocked slowly for a couple of minutes. Suddenly, the dildo became alive and began vibrating. I was thrown into a strong orgasm immediately and almost fell. Fortunately, Ashley's hands kept me on top. I must have lost it because I remember very little of what happened after, until the dildoes stopped working. She carried me down, led me back to her bedroom, and laid me on her bed. I felt woozy and tired. I closed my eyes and wanted to sleep. Ashley blurted, "Sweet baby, no wonder you are exhausted after using our toy. Yes, you can sleep now, and since you were good, you deserve your pacifier," and next, she stuck her nipple into my mouth. Her delicious nipple was calming, and shortly after, I fell asleep.

I had no clue how long I was out, but I woke with Ashley's nipple still between my lips. She noticed I woke up and muttered, "My baby. My sweet little baby. Did you sleep well?" I stretched, feeling reinvigorated. I smiled, "Yes, ma'am."

She corrected me, "Not 'ma'am, but Mommy." I assumed she was joking and repeated, "Yes, Mommy. I feel energized, Mommy."

Ashley kissed my lips tenderly and said, "The day is nice. Would you like to go out to the pool or jacuzzi?"

"I didn't bring a swimsuit..."

"No need. The yard has a tall fence, and nobody can see us. I go outside skinny dipping often."

"O... OK..."

We carried two soft towels and went outside. Despite temperature of only 79 degrees, the sun began to burn my sensitive, pale skin. Ashley went back to the house, bringing with her sunblock lotion. She made me lie on my abdomen and thoroughly did my backside. Then she turned me on my back and started with my legs. From there, she moved to my tummy and shoulders. Her eyes brightened as her hands began doing my tits. Her slow, gentle breast massage reawakened my pussy. It felt so pleasurable and arousing... I saw in her eyes that she was teasing me on purpose. She intentionally taunted me, wanting me to beg her to let me cum. I knew it, yet I was helpless to stop it. She knelt by my head with her knees apart, letting me smell her sex, as my own juices were flowing freely, needing some relief.

I pleaded with her, "Ashley, please, you are torturing me."

She continued relentlessly, "What does my baby want?"

"Please, Ashley, I have to cum..."

She answered in a harsh voice, "Baby, Ashley is gone. From now on, I am Mommy. As I said before; if you are obedient, I'll be nice to you. It's your first mistake, so I'll forgive you, but no more."

Subsequently, she dove between my legs, licked my pussy lips skillfully, and just as my peak was pending, she inserted two fingers into my vagina and roughly rubbed my G spot. I came powerfully, and in a daze, I felt my body quivering and my mouth wailing. Just like before, I was in paradise, watching her work my body. She didn't try to orgasm and only did me.

An hour later, at least that's the way it felt at the time, my brain resumed normal function. Again, I was very fatigued with my used pussy and tits sore, but my overall feeling was better than ever! Gosh, what was she doing to me?!...

We entered the jacuzzi. The bubbly water felt refreshing on my skin. Ashley... sorry, Mommy, leaned back on the ledge and hugged me from the back. My head nestled between her heavy girls, and my legs floated on the surface. I shut my eyes, relaxing. Then I felt her fingers gingerly trail along my body and later knead lightly my boobs. Her action was soothing, and unlike before, it didn't feel like she had in mind to arouse me. I felt fantastic and safe.

She murmured, "Honey, do you like how Mommy treats you?"

I whispered, "I think I am getting addicted to you, Mommy..."

She grinned, "I like that. Look, let's go back to the house, eat something, and after that, I'll have to leave. I promised my friend, Barbara, to visit her in the afternoon."

We dressed, grabbed a sandwich with fruit juice, and as I was by the door, ready to leave, she said, "Baby, be here tomorrow at 9 am."

I kissed her and mumbled, "Yes, Mommy."

...

I was there early, eager for Mommy's affection. I latched my lips to hers and French kissed her. She grinned, "Darling, you look gorgeous and happy. That's the way I always wish to remember you, so I decided to have you pose for me. I have a special room where I assembled my photography equipment. Follow me."

At the end of the hall was a medium size room with a bed in the middle and a luxury couch by the window. Attached to the opposing wall was a closet. She opened the closet and asked me to check the contents. Inside there were dozens of lingerie, negligees, and nighties of all shapes and colors. I glanced at her quizzically.

Ashley smiled, "I brought here everything my models can choose from for their photos. Honey, I'll make you look even prettier than you are, and except for a single picture, you can keep all the others for yourself."

I haven't had my photos taken in years, and the idea of having new ones made by a good photographer was appealing. I had only one concern, "I don't want my pictures to appear on the internet. Once they are published, they are there for eternity..."

"Baby, don't worry. When I finish shooting, you'll get all the photos on a flash drive, and I'll delete everything except for the one I keep, which I promise will NEVER go beyond this house. EVER!"

"I trust you. How do you want to start?"

"With your pretty long blonde hair, I recommend light blue or green colors. Let's begin with a short nighty sans belt. Sit on the couch with one leg over the other, both slightly directed sideways, lean back, close your eyes, and have a tiny smile."

I did as told. She came closer, and made some changes to the way the robe covered me. My eyes were shut, but I felt cool air in the middle of my chest, knowing the valley between my breasts was exposed. She moved around, taking several shots from different angles and changing the direction of the lights a couple of times. Next she asked me to wear a sheer, green, baby doll. In the long mirror by the closet, I could see that all my parts were easily visible, from my hard nipples to my pussy lips. I wanted Mommy to like me as a model and did whatever she asked, but also attempted to look sexy in this tiny cover. She wanted me to kneel by the bed, lean on it with one hand, pout my lipstick-covered red lips, and partially close my eyes, a la Marilyn Monroe. She approached me, and her hands adjusted my pose a few times before starting to shoot. Each time she was near me, I could smell her sex. The session was making her horny. I loved it and was determined to continue teasing her; hopefully she would take care of my own growing arousal. She continued making some changes and taking more photos, with several, she pinched my nipples three times, wishing to see them pointier. In the last pictures, I was completely nude. Ashley placed certain objects, like a small pillow, a rope, or a shawl to cover certain parts, and for me, the poses were as erotic as could be. And then she was done.

Together, we watched the photos on the small camera's screen. To my untrained eyes, every picture was beautiful and a work of art. In my presence, she downloaded all the photos on a flash drive, gave it to me, and deleted the others except for a photo showing me having on the baby doll, sitting on the couch with all my privates in full view. The lower part of my face was illuminated, with my lips puckered, yet my eyes were shaded. I agreed with Ashley; this was a fantastic photo.

Then she put the camera down and said, "Honey, watching your amazing body in all these poses made me hungry. For starters, kneel down and eat me. If you give me a satisfactory happy ending, you'll get a prize."

As I dove on her wet cunt, her fingers massaged my tits. She murmured, "You are such a lovely baby. I love the way you munch on my pussy. You are the only one who made me squirt when giving me oral, which tells you how good you do it..." I licked and sucked on her labia harder, making her whimper. I inserted two fingers into her vagina, and fingered her rapidly while feasting on her tasty secretions. She must have been very horny; it took only a couple of minutes before squirting again on my face. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed as much as I could of her jet stream, before it stopped, and my tongue returned to press on her clit. She was shaking and holding my head tightly onto her genitals, as if wishing my face to stay there permanently. It was hard to breathe, but other than that, I was happy to oblige; Mommy was good to me, and it was my pleasure to make her happy. Slowly, her massive orgasm abated, and her hold on my head decreased. She gave me a contented stare, "Dear, you were awesome. Wait here. I'll be back in a jiffy."

She returned ten minutes later. She was naked, having a strap-on... My eyes were glued to the enormous artificial dick, which stood erect about 8" long and thicker than I imagined it could be. She sat on the couch and signaled me to come closer. I did, although I was fearful of the monster. She placed her fingers between my thighs and felt my abundant moisture.

Ashley chuckled, "I see the intimate photos excited you too. Honey, you are ready. Come with your back to me and slowly sit down on your new Master."

I hesitated, "It looks ominous... I think it's too big for me."

"Nonsense. EVERY woman's vagina can adjust to ANY man's size penis. God made it capable of dilating significantly to accommodate a baby's head. Look, I am here to ensure you are OK. You'll see that soon you'll have a lot of fun."

I crouched carefully on the huge thing, feeling it gradually widening my tight pussy to a size it had never experienced before. It didn't hurt, but there was a sense of pressure. Gradually, with the help of my juices, the dildo progressed deep into my vagina, and the pressure turned into a sweet torture. I started gingerly riding it, and the friction caused my arousal to intensify fast. I felt the long phallus all the way to my chest! When Ashley noticed I felt better on her strap-on, her left hand kneaded my left tit, and her right fingers touched my lips. I was horny and ready to cum. As my mouth opened to groan, her fingers invaded my mouth, and she whispered, "That's it, baby. Cum now with a long cock in your pussy and having a pacifier in your mouth."

I came in vengeance! At my peak arousal, hearing her teasing voice, with my two holes filled, my body trembled wildly on her lap. Like prior times, my brain was in a daze, and I hardly knew what was going on. I knew that at one point she began countering my riding and moaned as well, and I woke up sensing she was spasming under me. Did my riding push the strap-on onto her sensitive clitty?...

When it was over, we relaxed on the bed for half an hour. I heard her mumbling, "Mommy loves her baby..."

...

Throughout the summer vacation, I visited Ashley at least twice a week. She was a wonderful tutor in love making, and I, being a young, inexperienced foreigner in Tinseltown, she was the surrogate mother I longed for.

When I started frequenting the classes at UCLA, gradually things began to change: I had less time, and frankly, I was too tired to spend much time with Ashley. Then, two months later, I met Harry. He was a year older, and we've been introduced at a class party. He was cute, sensitive, and we clicked immediately. We began dating officially three weeks later.

The last time I went to Ashley's home was the day before accepting Harry's proposal to go out with him. I told Ashley about dating my new boyfriend and notified her that I would not come to her house anymore. Initially, she seemed surprised and even offended, but then she said sweetly, "I understand. A gorgeous young girl like you needs to find her own path. Let me give you going away gifts: A set of underwear to seduce your new man."

I didn't think it was a good idea, but after everything she did for me, I agreed to check her present. Ashley was right: Inside the box there was a set of pink ruffled satin bra and panties. Ashley made me wear them. As I undressed and was about to put them on, her hands started touching my body. I understood her intentions and caved in. It was the last time I had sex with Mommy. It was a prolonged encounter with both of us cumming multiple times. Before leaving, we both cried, and I thanked her for everything. She begged me to keep in touch, and I promised to call her at times.

...

My relationship with Harry grew steadily, and we became a fixture at parties. Sex between us started awkwardly: He had sex with one girl before me, and it was missionary style only. I had to teach him oral sex, both give and receive, and then other positions. I admit that in the beginning, I missed some of the wild escapades I had with Ashley, but Harry was a fast learner, and within two months, things improved dramatically.

One day, as I was listening to a lecture by one of our professors, I noticed that Sarah, a student from my class who frequently sat by me, was inspecting me. I grinned and asked her if she detected a stain.

She blushed and mumbled, "Nothing is wrong. I was just surprised by the amazing similarity..."

"What are you talking about?"

"About 2 weeks ago, I went to buy a shirt. The seller was a pleasant, middle aged woman. The store was empty, and we started talking. Before leaving, she said she liked me and gave me a substantial discount. It was unexpected. Then she blurted that she found me interesting, and if I had nothing better to do, she would like to see me again. So a few days later, I came to her store and bought a skirt. Again we spent a lot of time chatting. Then, two days ago, I visited her house. Her living room was decorated with erotic photos of women. The reason I looked at you was because the picture in one of the corners looked so much like you... I know it's not you, because you are Harry's girl, but I was astounded by the uncanny similarity."

I smiled politely, "I guess you encountered my body double."