Toni tells Laura of a party, and of her gymnastics coach
GROWING TOGETHER – THE BUNTING FAMILY - PART THREE
Part Three (Chapters 5, 6 and 7)
GROWING TOGETHER - Chapter 5 - Toni’s story
A few days earlier, before Liz and Doug began their intimacy, Laura walked into the kitchen after her morning shower wearing her usual brief underwear under a filmy dressing gown.
Toni was already at work dressed in cool thin, wide legged cotton shorts that were almost indecently short, and a loose T shirt which failed to conceal that she wore no bra. Her breasts were taut with the firmness of a young woman, and her nipples were faintly visible as they sat softly under her shirt. She was washing the breakfast dishes used by Doug and Liz before they left the house. Toni smiled and greeted her when she walked into the kitchen and sat at the table.
“Coffee in a second” Toni said cheerily.
“Join me. Come and sit with me” said Laura. Toni wiped her hands, poured the coffee and joined her employer.
“How’s your love life, Toni?” asked Laura, “I hope it’s better than mine."
Toni’s face became animated. ”Don’t talk to me about boys. I’ve learned they only want one thing from a girl, and if you don’t give in to them they dump you pretty quickly and go with a girl who will do what they want.”
Laura was surprised at Toni’s intensity. “Is there something you’d like to tell me about that?” she asked.
Toni looked down at her hands, obviously embarrassed. “I don’t know whether I can” she muttered.
“I understand, Toni, but if you’d like to confide in me, I promise I won’t tell.”
They sat quietly sipping their coffee. “Well perhaps you can give me some advice, but please promise you won’t tell anyone else.”
“I promise” said Laura quietly.
Toni began very hesitantly, gaining confidence as she spoke.
“Well a boy asked me to a party at his house when his parents were away for the weekend so I dressed in my best white nylon blouse and a loose cotton skirt that would be comfortable if we danced and twirled around. There were five couples and we were all about the same age. The boys had brought some bottles of what looked like soft drink, but I didn’t like the taste of it so I went in the kitchen and poured it down the sink. The juice was on the worktop but there was a bottle of vodka as well. I got myself some straight orange but the other girls kept finishing their drinks and the boys would bring them more. Then the boys started heavy petting with the girls, including the one who’d asked me to the party. He started kissing me and feeling my breasts and undoing my buttons. I tried to make him stop but he soon had my blouse open wide and he pushed my bra right up high.”
Laura had a mental picture of her young tight breasts, completely naked and open to the view of all the boys. She felt a familiar rush of heat and a tingling, low in her stomach.
I was wearing this skirt with an elastic waist and he held my arms with one of his hands, then he started to put his other hand up my skirt. I was fighting him off as best I could but I felt him pulling at my panties. He got them off and I was lying there underneath him practically naked.
‘Lie still. Lie still. Open your legs for me. Please open. Please. I’ve got to feel it' he was saying. His fingers were scrabbling through - er - you know - well my hair down there, trying to get between my legs.
Then the phone rang and he said 'Oh shit that’ll be my parents. You lie there. I’ve got to answer. Just lie still. I’ll be back in a minute.’
He got up and went in another room and at last I could to sit up. I grabbed my panties and pulled them up. I could see that all the other girls had clothes off. One was lying back on the couch. Her legs were bare and spread wide. A boy had his hands between them. He’d got one of his fingers up her and was pushing it in and out. I couldn’t take my eyes away. I just kept looking at her hairy bush and the boy’s finger going in and out, all shiny and wet from her.
None of the girls had their panties on. One was on her hands and knees sucking a boy’s thingy. Her bare bottom was sticking up in the air and I could see between her cheeks. I could even see her secret crinkled hole and the hairy slit of her sex. Another was completely naked with her legs spread wide. A naked boy was kneeling between her legs with his hand pointing his thing at her slit. He leant over her and I heard him say 'Put it in for me.'
The girl’s fingers grabbed it and pulled it against herself. She rubbed it up and down and it got all wet and shiny, then she held it still. The boy pushed and the end of it disappeared then he pulled out, pushed again, pulled out, and when he pushed again it went right inside. Then he was lying on her stomach and his thighs were humping up and down on hers. She was bucking her hips up to meet his and I knew that he was deep inside her.
The other girl was naked and on her back and a naked boy was at the side of her. Her breasts and stomach were covered with shiny white globs and it was trickling down her side. She had got her hand between her legs and she was twirling at her clit. It was all swollen and I could see it poking out from its little hood. Then she was crying out, and her hips lifted right off the carpet and she cum onto her fingers.
I got up and dashed for the door and ran away. When I felt safe I walked to the bus station. While I was waiting for the bus I kept thinking about what I’d seen. I knew the boys had loosened up the girls with the vodka in the drinks. I was pretty sure the other girls hadn’t really been against letting the boys seem to force them. I was just so relieved the phone had stopped the boy I was with. I knew that I couldn’t have stopped him from doing me, he was too strong.
When I went to bed I kept thinking and thinking about the girl who’d been fingering herself. I couldn’t help it and I got all excited and stuff you know.
And I thought of the boys with their hard things pushing them up the girls and spurting their stuff over them. On their bodies and on their faces - even into their mouths if she let him. It just seemed horrid and made me feel sick."
Then, her head in her hands, tears running down her face, Toni asked Laura if she thought she was lesbian because of what had excited her, and what had turned her off. Laura put her arm around Toni’s shoulders and pulled her close. Her other hand strayed to Toni’s arm and gently stroked it.
“Poor Toni, you had an awful experience. You were trying to fight him off and he almost did to you what the other girls were getting. You might even have been made to have them one after another. Oh Toni I do understand why you feel this way about boys. They can be so rough and so selfish. But have you ever had ‘an experience’ with another girl? If you haven’t I want you to know that it’s perfectly natural for a girl to do it with another girl and nothing to be ashamed of. When I was young I did things with a girl friend. We experimented with each other. We did exciting things to each other, touching and stroking and feeling. We got lots of pleasure from it. We began to learn what our bodies enjoyed. How it responded to sexy touching, and we found that it was especially exciting when the fingers were somebody else’s. It’s really, really comforting to do it with another girl. Girls are much gentler and want to please each other. Young men usually want just to please themselves. Girls don’t brag about it like boys do and another girl can’t make you pregnant. But even if you do it with another girl and really love it, it doesn’t mean you’re lesbian. In fact it might give you the confidence to make a very special friendship with a man.
Doing it with a man gives a girl unique pleasures. Well it does if he’s patient and thinks of you as well as himself. Perhaps what you need most of all is a man, a mature man and not an impatient selfish boy. So, it’s OK that you think about that girl, and how she looked when she did it to herself.” Laura was still gently stroking Toni whose tears had stopped. “Now tell me, have you ever done anything with another girl?”
Toni reached for a paper napkin from the table and wiped her eyes and the tip of her nose. Then she said, “Well once I . . . . . there was one time. . . .” her voice halted and she seemed unable to carry on.
“Go on, what ‘once’ happened” whispered Laura. “Tell me. There’s no one else in the house but you and me. No one can hear you and no one will come in on us. And I won’t tell anyone.”
CHAPTER SIX - Toni and the Sports Coach
Toni had been very keen on sports at high school. She was especially good at gymnastics and was in the class display and competition team. After she left high school she joined a local sports college that gave coaching in the different sports areas and one was female gymnastics.
The sports coach was an older woman, perhaps in her early forties, with a slim, firm athletic body. Toni thought she was not married because she always insisted on being called “Miss Adam” and wore no rings.
One day right at the end of class a lot of equipment needed to be cleared away and Toni offered to help. The rest of the athletes went to get changed and Miss Adam and Toni started putting away the beams, the vaulting horse, fastening the ropes back against the wall and so on.
“Just put those weights away while I check on something, Toni,” said Miss Adam. She went out and was gone for several minutes. When she came back she said that just before they changed she wanted Toni to show her some ‘one hand and one foot’ balances on the wall bars. Toni obediently climbed up a few bars and started to turn sideways.
“No, no, Toni, I want you to go higher. I’ll tell you when you're are high enough.”
Toni climbed some more and her coach said “Right that will do nicely.” Toni carefully positioned one foot on a bar, her right hand gripping another bar at above shoulder height. Then she turned sideways and at Miss Adam’s command, she pushed away from the wall bars and stretched out her other leg and arm as far as they would go, raising her free arm high.
“Chin up, chin up. Don’t look down” came the command. She held the pose for what seemed long enough and risked looking down. The bottom of her wide legged gym shorts were just above Miss Adam’s head, and her teacher seemed to be staring intently up into her shorts, where she would see her dark blue gym panties tightly stretched across her crotch.
Her eyes seemed bright and her face was rather flushed as she barked “Toni, get your chin up and don’t look down. You spoil the composition of your pose. Now I’m going to adjust the position of your legs slightly so that you have better symmetry.”
Toni’s head snapped upwards and she stared straight ahead, not daring to look down. She felt her teacher’s hand on her knee, pulling her legs even wider, then suddenly her other hand was on Toni’s upper thigh, just, but only just, below the stretched gym panties. Her teacher’s breath was becoming rather laboured as she said,
“Toni, you must learn to fit your panties more neatly to your body. When we have exhibitions and visitors are in the gym, especially male visitors, we don’t want them to see your girly hair poking out, do we? Can I adjust them for you?”
Toni didn’t dare to say no, and, her heart thumping, she heard her voice quaver “Yes. It’s alright Miss Adam.”
Her teacher heard the tremble in the teenager’s voice and knew Toni was aware of the sexuality of the situation. But she had agreed!!! She very gently took the edge of Toni’s gusset and tugged it down and to one side. With her legs stretched wide, Toni could feel the cooler air against her pussy lips. She knew they had separated with her pose. There was no movement from Miss Adam, who just kept the panties pulled away from Toni’s crotch, her eyes greedily taking in the sight of her pupil’s hairy quim.
“I must just smooth your hair back inside your panties, Toni, then you will look more respectable. Can I do that for you?”
The girl uttered a strangled “Yes, Miss Adam.”
The fingers brushed lightly against the soft curling hair, so very gently, and Toni felt a rush of heat through her body. Again the fingers brushed. The gusset was softly replaced.
“That’s better. Now for the other side.” The fingers again pulled down and outwards on Toni’s panties and again there was the softest of touches against the secret feminine hair between her legs. Again there was the rush of feeling, and a tingling had started between her legs and about her nipples. She felt a warm wetness flow downwards, as though she was on her period, and she heard Miss Adam catch her breath. “Beautiful, beautiful,” she murmured softly.
Her coach gently replaced her panties, covering her bush from view. “Get down now, Toni. We’ve finished the lesson for today” she said, then in a voice that was not meant to be audible to Toni, she added “but perhaps you need some education in other matters.” Her voice was barely under control, and there was an obvious quivering in her speech.
Toni climbed down, her teacher noticing the flush in her face and the rapid movement of her young breasts as she tried to calm her breathing. She had clearly seen the wetness suddenly dampen her pupil’s opened pussy lips as she brushed her pubic hair.
“Come, Toni, let us get a shower and dress” and Miss Adam led the way to the changing rooms.
The showers for the athletes were through the changing rooms, with a single private shower adjoining for the use of the coach to avoid mutual embarrassment.
Miss Adam went into her shower and changing cubicle and Toni quickly stripped off and stood under the hot shower. She turned off the water and walked into the changing area, picked up her towel and began to dry herself. There was a sudden clatter and banging from the teacher’s cubicle and a shriek from Miss Adam. Toni rushed to the door and called out “Miss Adam, are you OK in there?”
“Oh, Toni, help me please, I’ve slipped and hurt myself. The door isn’t locked.”
Without another thought Toni pushed open the door and went in, clutching the towel in front of her nakedness. The area was quite spacious and Miss Adam was lying nakedly on the floor. Toni dropped her towel and took her arm, put it around her shoulders and helped to support her coach as she limped to a bench seat. As she turned sideways to help her sit on the bench, Miss Adam’s nipples rasped along Toni’s side then across her own nipples. For long moments they stood facing each other, breast-to-breast, nipple-to-nipple. Then the older woman put her hands on the girl’s hips and used them to steady herself as she sat down. She kept her hands on Toni’s hips, gripping them as though in pain.
Toni could feel the warmth of her teacher’s breath on her lower stomach as she panted. She suddenly became aware that her pubic mound was on a level with Miss Adam’s eyes, and only a few inches away. She tried tentatively to pull away, but the hands gripped her firmly and would not let go.
“You are going to have to help me to the first aid room, Toni, because I think I have pulled a muscle in my thigh. Please pass my towel and help me pat dry so I can get my shorts and a top on. I checked earlier and we are alone in the college with the doors locked, so you will have to be my first aider!”
The girl got the towel and Miss Adam stretched out her legs. “Kneel down and dry them for me” she instructed. Toni knelt and the shapely legs opened in front of her. She nervously patted the bare knees and calves.
“Higher, Toni, when someone is hurt there is no time for modesty.”
Toni looked at the tanned legs, lifted her eyes and saw the wet bush between her teacher’s legs. The legs twitched further apart and the cleft between was clearly visible, the hair disappearing backwards between her coach’s thighs. Her face aflame and her breathing increasingly ragged, Toni dabbed at the inner thighs as they opened even wider.
“Help me into my shorts” was the next command, and Toni stood, bent at the middle, holding the shorts so that they were open wide to her teacher’s foot. Miss Adam put her arm across the student’s shoulders and turned towards her.
“Oh god,” thought Toni, “I’ll have my nose in her pussy any minute.” The shorts were now on and Toni had to pull them up to the teacher’s waist. Then she was pulling a T-shirt over her head and seemed to pause for a long time as she struggled to get her head through the neck, leaving Toni goggling at her small tight breasts with erect tiny nipples.
“Now help me down the corridor” she said.
Toni helped support her to the door of the changing room and it was only as Miss Adam opened the door that she realised that she herself was still quite naked. She tried to pull away, but her teacher would not loosen her grip “I need to put some clothes on,” gasped Toni.
“Don’t be silly girl, I’ve told you we are alone in the college and the door is only two yards away. In any case we are both female and you have nothing that I don’t have. Now do as you are told and help me into the first aid room.”
Toni hadn’t the confidence to argue further and within seconds they were both in the College Nurse’s sick room. There was a blanket covered couch and Miss Adam demanded to be helped gently onto it. “In the cupboard there, you will find some stretch bandages. Bring me one. Now take off my shorts” and she lifted her thighs.
Her heart hammering and her hands trembling, Toni took the waistband of her teacher’s shorts and pulled them down and off. The legs again fell wide apart. With her crotch as wide as it could be, Miss Adam said, “I want you to put your fingers where I tell you and massage the muscle, because I won’t be able to drive with the pain I have. Put your fingers here” and she placed her own at the very top of her inside thigh where her leg joined her pussy. Toni stood nervously in front of her, her nipples jutting forward, her chest heaving, her face flushed and a tight tingling in the pit of her stomach. She was again very aware of a feeling of pins and needles down between her legs, and of moisture beginning to flow out of her vagina. She licked her lips and Miss Adam then impatiently took her hand and held it against her upper thigh. ”There, Toni, there. Now rub.”
Toni began to rub and as she did so, the coach moved the girl’s hand fractionally higher until it was nestling in her pubic hair. Toni felt her fingers being straightened, then slipped down between Miss Adam’s legs. She felt the wetness between the folds of skin and her fingers were being encouraged to rub up and down the cleft. The teacher’s hand moved up to her breast and began to rub and pull at her nipples. Toni could no longer stop her hand from its movement in her teacher’s pussy and could feel at her fingertip, the intimate opening into her body.
“Put your finger in there, put it up me. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Keep doing it. Come closer. Stand close to me” Miss Adam gasped.
Toni stood as close as she could without stopping her finger from working in and out of her teacher’s cunt. Then her own legs were being encouraged to part by her teacher’s hand. She had no will to dispute the insistent pushing on her thighs. Her feet moved apart and a mature hand moved up her naked thigh, between her legs, along her sopping pussy lips, and an experienced probing finger was slipping into her virgin’s hole. Then an equally knowing thumb was rubbing at her clit. Lightening flashed, her body seemed to explode and she was wailing as her hips bucked against the teacher’s violation of her innocent sex.
Toni’s finger had slipped out of Miss Adam’s cunt and as she regained her balance after her explosive climax, she looked down to see Miss Adam frantically probing at her hole and at her own clit. Then she too was calling out in her ecstasy, her fingers slowly becoming still. She stood and the two gasping females wrapped their arms about each other. They hugged each other, the teacher’s hand lightly caressing the young girl, her lips kissing her cheek, her eye and then so gently on the girl’s soft lips.
“My darling, my darling, was that your first time” murmured Miss Adam in Toni’s ear.
“Yes, Miss Adam,” quavered the girl.
“Did you like it?”
“Oh yes, I did. I was scared at first but I liked it.”
“Then would you like us to do it again? Another time?”
“Oh Miss Adam. Yes please. Whenever you say.”
But they never did it again. Miss Adam was called away to her very sick mother in the north of the country, and transferred to another college to be close to her. Toni got a birthday and a Christmas card, and each one invited her to spend a holiday in the north. She would have liked to go but she never had.
Laura’s heart was thudding as she listened to Toni’s experience. Her lips were dry, her lower lips damp, and her hand was gently brushing at Toni’s arm, but lower down now, close to her outside thigh. Her own left thigh was touching Toni’s right, from hip to knee. Without conscious thought her hand moved from Toni’s arm and lay lightly on top of her thigh. Toni could feel the heat of it and had a sudden dryness in her own mouth. Her employer’s hand drifted over the surface of her skin, up and down, first by her knee then floating back towards the leg of her shorts.
Laura inched away from Toni, opening a space between them. Her mature hand gripped her, eased her legs apart, then Laura moved even further away and pulled the teen’s knee so that her legs gaped wide. Without consciously realising what she was doing, Toni lifted herself fractionally from the bench and let herself be spread wide. Her eyes were closed, her breasts taut, her nipples aching and hard. Her whole body was trembling and she felt a treacherous wetness oozing from her. Laura’s fingers brushed lightly up her thigh, under the leg of her shorts and touched the dampness of her panties. Toni felt fingertips scrape along the surface of the thin cotton and a cry escaped her as incredible sensations flashed from her pussy to the tense knot of excitement building inside her. Knowing fingers dipped under the loose edge of her panties and slipped up and down her swollen pussy lips, brushing against her heavy bush of sex hair.
Suddenly a harsh buzzing noise filled the kitchen and Toni jolted back upright, closing her legs.
“Don’t Mrs. Bunting. Please stop. Oh please stop. That must be the baker at the gate wanting me to let him in. Please stop. Oh please”
Laura’s breath was rasping in her throat and she found it difficult to speak with Toni’s pussy open and wanting her. “Oh god, he had to come now didn’t he. It’s the story of my life these days” she heard herself say. But Toni jumped to her feet and threw the switch to open the gate.
Laura went upstairs to take another shower and put on dry panties, almost sobbing with frustration.
CHAPTER SEVEN - Laura and Liz become firm friends.
These thoughts had filled her mind as she watched her husband and daughter coupling, and she now had a determination to possess the young firm body of her kitchen help. She walked outside with her daughter and there was a long pause before anyone spoke. Laura put her arm around Liz.
“Liz darling, it was wrong of me to be so bitchy about you and Daddy. I really did mean that you must be uncomfortable because you hadn’t had time to change but I said it in a very nasty way and I’m sorry. Believe me I know only too well how it feels to have had a man, to have felt his excitement, and to have what he spurts out running into my panties. It’s happened to me more times than I can count!”
“Mummy, would you, errr I mean, well. Daddy and me. Do you want ermmmm. …. .”
“Liz, there are things you are going to learn about me and your Daddy and you are going to have to be equally understanding. So if you mean do I want you to stop, I’ve got to say ‘No’ not unless you or Daddy wants to. You are a woman now and I was active at your age - and earlier” she laughed.
“Do you mean about you and Uncle Charles?” Liz asked.
Laura stopped dead.” How on earth do you know about that? Has Daddy told you?”
“No. I saw you in the pool the other day, and that’s what made me run to Daddy and try to comfort him. That’s why we did it. I sort of made him by teasing him in a way he couldn’t resist.”
Laura grinned at her daughter. “Yes. You’ll always find there are ways to get a man to do what you want. You’ve certainly learned early! Oh my darling, I do believe we are going to have some interesting confessions, you and I.”
By this time they had made a full circle around the lawned garden and were back at the kitchen door again. Before they re-entered the house Laura said that perhaps the two of them could become very special friends, and that Liz might like her mother to give her advice and learn from her own experiences, to which Liz quickly agreed. Then Liz and Laura walked arm in arm into the house.
Liz found her Dad and told him everything her Mum had said, then went upstairs to change her panties at last. The cum was dry on her pussy, her hairs were caked together and her panties were sticking to her. She decided to take a quick shower.
Her mother came upstairs to use her own bathroom and heard Liz’s shower so she looked into her room. She saw panties on the floor and picked them up. She could smell the odour of her daughter’s sexual arousal and saw how stiff they were from her juices and from her husband’s cum. As she dropped them back on the floor, she had a picture of Liz, bottom in the air, her pussy full of swollen cock which prodded and poked inside her. She saw again the moment of her husband’s climax, when he shot his spunk into Liz’s sopping cunt. She remembered as his familiar dick slipped out, the pussy staying open from the stretching and fucking it had received, with cum running out and coating Liz’s dark bush of hair, then dripping onto the bed.
She silently went into the bedroom she shared with Doug and looked at the rumpled bed sheets. She touched the stains, which were already stiff with mingled sex. Her breasts tingled and a lustful ache was inside her. She knew that the thought of what she had seen was making her sexually aroused, that she could willingly watch it again. She wished that Doug would come in the room and throw her on the bed, rip her clothes off, rape and fuck her insensible. She wouldn’t care if Liz heard, or even whether she stood and watched as long as she had a thorough fucking.
Best of all would be to relive with Doug those exciting months and years after their wedding, when barely a night went by without her being done. How Doug had to have her even when she was having her period, and how he had persuaded her to let him try her other, most personal and secret hole. He had been very gentle and had put cream liberally on her virginal ass. He had worked her with his fingers to stretch her; put on a condom, then had carefully eased his way into her bottom hole. At first it hurt, oh god it hurt, but her husband was always as gentle as he could be. He always took his time from her when to press further, deeper. Soon she got used to it and now it was always available for Doug whenever he wanted it that way. She found she really quite liked it too, as long as he was gentle with her as he started to put it in.
That evening the phone rang and Liz answered.
“CARL!” Liz shouted. It was her older brother calling from college.
They talked for a little while before Carl asked to speak to his Dad. Liz handed the phone to him and Doug chatted to his son for a few minutes before telling him that they would be looking forward to him coming home for the holiday. When he was finished Carl spoke with his Mum. Laura sounded so happy to hear from her son. All too soon Carl had to go. Another student was waiting to use the phone.
Liz was ecstatic that her brother was coming home from college. She loved her brother. He had always been there for her. He had even fought for her in school. Liz used to love to hang around with him, even when his friends started saying things about them, teasing them. Carl told them that if they didn’t like it, they could go screw themselves.
After that Liz would do anything for him. Now she would get to see her brother again in a few days. He would be coming down in only 3 more days. But before her Dad saw Carl again there was something she must tell both of her parents about herself and her brother.
To be continued