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Kitten, Darla's story 3
By: Malissa Madison
We watched their flight leave and I realized that while I was happy I was
staying with Aunt Bev, I was sad to see my Mom leaving.
"Hey Sweetie, we don't have to get back home right away, would you like
to go to the Mall. I haven't been since I took Hope for her birthday.
Smiling I said, I haven't been since, well I can't remember. The mall she
was talking about was twenty miles from home in Ann Arbor. Smiling I
remembered the place that Danielle said we should check out was in that
Mall.
When we got there she found a place not too far from the main doors, and
we got out locking the car behind us. She smiled her approval as I stood
and smoothed out my skirt. Then slung my purse over my shoulder and
reached for her hand.
It seemed crowded inside, there was some sort of car show going on. And
there was a nice little food court, and a movie theater. But what caught
my attention was the novelty shop that Danielle had pointed to in the
phone book. I almost said something when Aunt Bev lead me past it to a
girls wear shop. There were pretty dresses and skirts in the window
displays. 'Madame Margie's' the logo over the door said.
I remembered it was one of Hopes favorite places when she got a chance to
go here without Mom.
"Now the first thing we need to do Darla is get you some new pretty bra's
that fit. I can't have my favorite girl running around with Muffin Tops.
And your sister took all her good bra's with her. You definitely need a C
cup, not those hand me down B cups.
"Excuse me, would you and your daughter like some help finding anything?"
asked a young sales girl, as we began looking at pretty lace and satin
bra's.
"Well, she really needs a few new bra's. as you can see she's out grown
her old ones," commented Aunt Bev. I blushed.
She actually took my hand and lead me over to a different section,
"Everything here has matching panties. You can't really feel pretty
without matching panties." I was informed. I knew she was right too,
after all Hope had shown me how much more confident I was when my panties
matched the bra I was wearing.
I picked out several and took them into the fitting room to try them on.
Aunt Bev crowded in with me to help make sure the Bras were a proper fit.
"Different styles fit differently. See this one is a C cup but I bet a B
would fit better."
The door opened suddenly, just enough for the sales girl to thrust in a
handful of hangers. "Here try these, they just came in yesterday."
Two things happened, I yelped and jumped behind Aunt Bev. And then the
sales girl said sorry I didn't mean to startle you Honey, I just wanted
you try the Gaffs.
Aunt Bev stepped out, leaving me alone in the fitting room. "Now why
would she need something like that?" I heard her ask the sales girl.
"Trust me, she's been standing at attention since she walked in the
door."
"Oh, Ooh."
"Darla? Are you ok in there?" Aunt Bev asked a minute later.
"Darla? My name is Priscilla. Can I come in and give you a hand? I
promise it will be our secret. And I won't laugh at you."
I cracked the door open peaking around the edge, "It's ok. You and your
Mom are the only ones in the store." She stepped into the tiny room with
me.
"Now this is a problem, we need to take care of this before I can show
you how to tuck it away properly." She dropped to her knees and her long
nailed fingers curled around my throbbing Dick. Her eyes looked up into
mine as her lips kissed the tip, smiling.
She wet it with her pink tongue and I saw the shiny silver bead in the
center of her tongue just before her upper lip covered the end. Her lower
lip pursed to the bottom side as she sucked in slowly.
I balled my hands into fists as I closed my eyes. All I could think of
was Hope and Danielle and the girl Samantha, and Priscilla's beautiful
face. I groaned in shame as my dick twitched and began to flood her
mouth. She swallowed over and over. I opened my eyes to see her still
smiling around my now softening dick.
"Thank you Darla, that was so sweet of you." I blushed deeper red. "Now
let's hurry before it jumps back up." She curled her fingers around my
balls lifting them moving them around a bit and I felt them slip up
inside me. Then she said "now hold that." and she bent my dick back her
hand seemed to be stretching it as far back as it could possibly go. Then
she instructed me to pull up the gaff.
Her fingers slid inside and made a few minor adjustments, then she tugged
it up snugly.
Stepping to the side she let me look in the mirror. It was amazing, my
front now looked like a girls, well almost. But I'd seen Hope in her
panties often enough to know what real girls looked like.
Giggling she opened the door, "What do you think of your Daughter now
Ma'am?"
Aunt Bev covered her mouth with her hand, "Oh my, now that is really
amazing. Does it hurt Darla?"
"No, it's a bit cramped but it doesn't really hurt."
"Here put these on they match your Bra," Priscilla said.
I got comfortable after that walking around the changing area trying on
different outfits while they looked me over. There was a huge pile of
clothes on the counter by the time someone else came in. aunt Bev decided
it was time for us to pay and go find another shop.
"Priscilla? Did you really make all these sales by yourself?"
"She's been the most helpful sales girl I've ever met," Aunt Bev informed
the woman.
"I'm sorry you got stuck here all by yourself. I hurried as fast as I
could when I found out Gabby called in. and here you managed all by
yourself."
"Thank you, I even got that new stock prepped to be set out," she said.
"Well I know your only part time. But I think I'll move you to full time.
And I told you, you could choose one outfit a week as a bonus. Why don't
you go grab that little pink and black corset you've been eyeing all
week. It would look darling on your little figure."
"R, really? Oh thank you. I'll definitely be wearing it to work. And you
won't be sorry.
"You have Corset's?" aunt Bev said.
"Oh," she giggled. "I never thought about it you said you were just
looking for the basics."
"well lead me to them Girl," she told the sales girl.
Twenty minutes later Aunt Bev had picked out two for herself. And I
picked out one that I really liked. It was purple with pink lace
trimming.
"Come on we have to make sure they fit," Priscilla pulled me into the
fitting room.
We laced each other up and I could barely breath at first. "Just move
slow take shallow slow breaths until you get used to it. can't you just
feel the sexiness radiating from you?"
I slipped on the little purple satin panties with the pink ruffles, and
then hooked the garters to the black stockings.
Priscilla said wait here, and dashed out of the fitting room. only to
return a moment later. "Here you go, put this on."
It was a pink and black pleated Goth mini skirt with little skulls for
buttons and a leather skull belt. I buckled on my T-strap heels and she
lead me out for Aunt Bev to see.
Oh, wait a second." Priscilla grabbed her purse from under the counter
and in moments had blended in concealer around the edges of my breast
forms. They looked perfectly natural now.
"There now you can show off your cleavage and not have to worry someone
will know it's not real yet."
Smiling Aunt Bev asked if it would be ok if I wore the new outfit out of
the store.
After we finished paying for the new purchases, I waited around, "I want
to thank Priscilla for helping us," I told her.
"Priscilla, I hope you don't take this the wrong way. I want you to take
the next two days off. You've earned it."
"The next two days?"
"Yes when you come back, you'll be coming back full time. And you'll be
my lead, evening clerk."
"What about Linda?"
"Honey, no one else in this store besides me would have gone out of their
way to help that poor girl once they found her out. But you did without
ever batting an eye. I need sales girls like you. Now if you'd do me a
favor and finish completing your application I can get you on the payroll
full time."
"M, Ma'am, I, I really think I need to be honest with you," she stammered
in fear. "I'm, I'm not a, a real girl."
"Nonsense, are you trying to tell me you're just pretending to like the
feel of that corset or the soft caress of those panties. I know your
breasts are real. So yes you are a real girl. And if anyone says
otherwise they'll be looking for another job."
Madame Margie went to the register and took out a hundred dollars. "I
know you've been living in your car, but I hear there's a nice motel just
down the road a ways where the staff is really friendly, and they only
charge a hundred a month rent. "
"The Lilac Motel?" blurted out Aunt Bev.
"You've heard of it?"
"we're from Azalia," we admitted.
"Perhaps you know my friend Francine? She used to work for me a few years
back."
I smiled, and Aunt Bev smiled saying we'd lead her to the motel and help
her get settled in.
Priscilla was hyperventilating, and we had to hold a paper bag over her
face to get her calmed down. Then she started to cry, "No one ever did so
many nice things for me, ever."
Priscilla walked with us showing us all the neat places, and I was
finally able to go inside Spencer's Gift Shop.
"I know what you're interested in, giggled Priscilla. Then cast a glance
toward Aunt Bev, "I think your Aunt has similar idea's."
Aunt Bev was looking at wide variety of novelty, personal massagers. I
blushed a bit and we went over looking at them as well. Then Aunt Bev
picked up one that was nearly three feet long and about six inches thick.
"Now I'd hate see the girl who could handle this thing," we all laughed
and blushed.
"Hi, I'm Candi Cane," said a young girl all dressed up in black with
undertones of red trim. Her face had almost a dozen piercings. Looking at
me she said, "Oh Hi Hope. Haven't seen you since we snuck off at camp and
got our tongues done."
She looked at me strange when I failed to recognize her, "Sorry you look
just like my friend Hope Gladwell."
"Darla, what a pleasant surprise meeting one of your sisters friends."
Aunt Bev said. "Hi I'm Beverly, and this other young lady is Priscilla."
"Oh, Hi Cilla. You still living outa that old Plymouth duster? You know
my Cougar has plenty of room for another girl."
As we stood there talking to Candi, aunt Bev turned back looking at the
sex toys. She was looking really hard at one of the multiple toy kits and
I noticed that it had a wide variety of toys for different uses.
"Excuse me," said Candi. "I probably shouldn't say this seeing as I work
here, but if you go half a block down the side street just past the light
there's a shop that sells a much better quality. And they feel almost
like the real thing."
"W, What?" asked Aunt Bev.
"Their toys aren't all hard plastic, they wiggle and bend and feel almost
like the real thing." Her eyes showed she knew what she was talking
about. Then she stepped in closer, "I even bout these there," she cupped
her breasts from underneath giving them a gentle squeeze.
Twenty minutes later we sat outside the sex shop. "Camilla's Books and
Novelties," I read the sign. We were nervous about going in, but
Priscilla said "Just act like you're in a grocery store." And walked
through the door that had the notice posted, "No Minors Allowed"
I stuck close to Aunt Bev as we went inside. there were all sorts of
adult magazines, story books and videos for sale. They seemed to be
divided up by taste, ranging from straight porn to gay, and even S&M.
"Ma'am," a young woman addressed Aunt Bev. "You'll want to keep your
Kitten close to your side in here." then she pointed to a row several
aisles down on the left, "All the Kitten porn is down there."
"Thank you but we're actually looking for some toys," she blushed beat
red.
Priscilla came up just then carrying a box, "This is like the one you
were looking at in Spencer's, except it has a couple of other things in
it."
There were three different sized Dildo's a large and small butt plug, a
vibrating tongue ring, and a long very slender toy with small round bumps
that the box said was an Analizer toy.
Aunt Bev was holding the box looking at it when Priscilla took our hands
and lead us down that section. As we rounded the corner I saw a section
of what looked like real cocks attached to harnesses. "That's so real
girls can fuck each other," giggled Priscilla. "Or their husbands."
"You seem to know a lot about this stuff," Aunt Bev observed.
I had a girlfriend that like to be the boy a lot, she started off small
and got, oh shit, I'll be outside." She spun and disappeared in the
direction of the door as an older woman came down the aisle toward us.
She kept going but soon stopped near some S&M gear.
I'd been looking at some small six and eight inch dildo's that were very
life like. I hadn't realized I was fondling one until Aunt Bev said,
"Does that interest you Darla?"
"Oh, umm, Hope had one like this. I guess she took it with her." I was
blushing thinking of all the times I'd borrowed it from my sister without
her knowing it.
"Let me see it," Aunt Bev held out her hand and I gave it to her.
She put it on top of the deluxe kit in her other hand. "If you're going
to explore Sweetie you'll want to start smaller." She picked out a pretty
pink one that was only about half the diameter of the one I'd been
holding. Then another one that was in between the two in size.
On the way to the counter she picked up two tubes of lubricant.
I thought she was going to have a cow when she saw the total cost, but
then she handed over her credit card.
The clerk bagged her purchases and added two more tubes of flavored
lubricant. "we give away a tube with every hundred dollars," she
explained. Then pulled out a Cock shaped lollipop and handed it to me,
"Don't let anyone see that until you're out of the parking lot, ok?"
I giggled, "Thank you, I'll wait till I get home."
"Such a lovely Kitten, you must be proud of her."
"Oh I'm just beginning to know her," Aunt Bev said as we left the store.
We didn't see Priscilla when we reached the car. But she soon showed up
in her battered Plymouth Duster.
"Sorry about running out on you. That lady in there thinks she owns me."
"She what? Oh now that just isn't right," Aunt Bev started. "Only you can
choose for yourself if you want to belong to someone else. Just like my
Nieces Hope and Danielle. They chose to become Kittens."
Priscilla followed us home toward the Motel, and Aunt Bev called Francine
on her cell phone to tell her about Priscilla.
"Oh damn Bev, I'm sorry but there's like some big tournament in town for
the week. We're full up till Friday."
"Damn, what am I going to do? This girl really needs a place to stay."
Aunt Bev told her.
"Look Honey," Francine said. "Your house only has the one bedroom. Graces
has three. Why don't you move in there. And rent your house out instead
of Graces?"
"I hadn't thought of that," she admitted. Our house was just about half
way between the motel and the diner, next to Aunt Bev's.
When we stopped in the motel, she explained things to Priscilla who
jumped at the chance. "Are you sure its ok? I'll help out with groceries
and everything."
Aunt Bev took Mom's old room, and I took over Hope's I envied her Canopy
bed. So Priscilla moved into My old room, and with my help we got all my
boy junk into the garage and her stuff out of her car. While Aunt Bev
went next door and brought over a few of her own things.
I was finishing putting away my new clothes when Aunt Bev came in with
the bag from the 'toy store'.
"Darla, I know your growing up and curious. And I don't want you to feel
self-conscious about anything. I bought you these things so you could
explore for yourself." She said. "But promise me you'll come to me if you
have any questions, well me or Priscilla."
"It's ok Aunt Bev I've played with Hopes toys before," I blushed.
"Oh, ok then." She left my room and went to her own. She had to work at
noon and I had the day off so we went to bed after saying good night to
Priscilla.
I woke up around one AM to the sound of moaning coming from my Aunt Bev's
room. so being curious I crept down the hall and looked through the
partially open door.
She was laying there in bed, the larger of the two Dildo's from the kit
was in her hand and she was sucking on it while her hand worked the other
one in and out of her Vagina.
"Oohh, oohhh, oooohhhhhh, unnnnnggg, she moaned. I'd watched Hope do this
many times and knew she was close, but not quite getting there. I
remembered helping hope, and crept into the room when aunt Bev rolled
over sticking her pretty ass up in the air. The larger dildo plunging in
and out as she ground her ass in circles fucking it harder.
I don't know why I did it, I just wanted to give my Aunt pleasure to
return a bit of the love she'd shown me.
I knew she was lost in the sensations as she didn't notice when I knelt
on the bed behind her. But when my hand covered her own on the toy and my
tongue drove into her little pucker, the way Hope loved it, she began to
cum lots. Her body quivering, shaking all over as she cried out, "Ohhhh
gooodddddddd yesssssssssssssssssssss. Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee."
The dildo slipped out as I was tonguing her, and just like with Hope I
moved my tongue to her Vagina, my hands gripping her ass cheeks tightly
as I drove my tongue in deep, my nose grinding in circles teasing her
pucker.
When she finally calmed down she rolled over pulling me into her arms,
kissing my cream covered face. She didn't say a word as she rolled me
onto my back, her hand pulling my excited Cock out of my panties,
stiffening as it was set free.
Again I was embarrassed as I reached orgasm only a few seconds into the
blow job. But she didn't stop, she kept going and it never got completely
soft, before it was hard again.
I lay there wanting more as she swung her leg over me straddling my hips.
Her hand reaching down between us guiding me into her. "Oh Darla, it's
been so long since I felt a real hard cock in my pussy" she gave a little
shiver as she settled all the way down. Her hands sliding up under my
nitie to massage and squeeze my breasts. I could feel her hands through
the warm silicone bonded to my own chest, and I felt so alive, so loved.
I moved under her rocking my hips to her rhythm, then felt it. Long and
soft yet firm and strong. I let out a soft moan as I realized what it was
that was pressing against my ass. I'd rolled over on it, and my movements
had caused it to come in line with my crack. Bending my knees it wedged
deeper as Aunt Bev rocked back and forth her body bouncing softly up and
down.
My hips thrust up as I tried to get the end to line up better, but it was
wedged too far under my ass. I began roll my hips the way I'd seen Hope
do a dozen times, rubbing my pucker along the length.
Aunt Bev responded by throwing her head back her whole body shuddering in
the throes of orgasm. Her juices flooding down washing over me coating my
balls at it ran into the crack of my ass and onto the dildo teasing it.
she slammed down hard grinding her ass around in circles, her tight pussy
spasming milking my cock. I felt the dildo slip, the tip end nudging in,
and cried out, "Ooooohhh yessssss." As I ground my ass around trying to
take it inside.
I pushed forward and soon I felt it slipping past the outer ring. It
stayed unmoving as I rocked, rolled and twisted. All the while my own
young cock plunging into a tight unused yet experienced pussy.
Aunt Bev leaned forward, her breasts hanging in my face. Then I heard a
soft smack. "Ride it Momma, Ride that virgin Girl Cock." Another playful
smack, oh god I want you next, please." I recognized Priscilla's voice
now. "That's right Darla, move that sexy ass, girl. Give us a nice cream
pie." She was steadily pushing the dildo in deeper, and then Aunt Bev was
cumming again. I lost it, as my ass arched up hard into her.
It felt like a million volts of electricity was shooting through me and
yet it was so erotic so tingling fucking awesome.
My world seemed to explode, then Priscilla was giggling, pulling at my
arm. "Come on girl, get down here and help me lap this up."
With a giggle, because though Hope had let me lick her before, I'd never
gotten to taste her after she'd been on a date.
I just did what Priscilla did, pushing my face into it shaking my head as
I lapped up the cream flowing out until Aunt Bev was humping at my face.
"My turn," Priscilla said with a giggle as she lay down beside her.
"Oh you naughty girl," aunt Bev said. "Have you been playing with your
Cock?" she was on top of Priscilla like a Cat pouncing on its prey. 'No,'
my mind said. 'Like a Cougar pouncing on its kitten.'
I lost track of our playing after that, the last coherent thought was
that it was getting light outside as I drifted off to sleep, my arm
stretched across Aunt Bev's sleeping body to hold the hand of the girl
I'd just met, yet who had just taught me so much.
Priscilla was asleep when I woke up some time later, rolling over the
clock on the night stand read one PM. I heard the voice in the other room
and carefully picked up the bedside extension.
"Hope, please just let me talk to Erika. I don't think your mother needs
to know about this just yet."
"I won't tell her, I promise. So was he any good?" my sister asked.
"Hope, you have no idea how incredible she is in bed, they both are."
"They? Aunt Bev we're talking about Darla right?"
"Yes, Darla and Priscilla."
"Is that call for me Kitten? And why aren't you in school?"
"We only had half a day today, remember Ma'am. And yes I was keeping Aunt
Bev entertained while we waited for you." My sister said. I heard a
little smack and squeal, "Get your sisters and see if they're ready to go
out to the farm."
"Beverly? Is everything ok?" Miss Erika asked.
"Umm, well I hope so. But I'm kind of confused." Aunt Bev said.
"Something happened last night." There was a pause as Miss Erika waited,
"I, well I sort of took in another girl like Darla only older who needed
a place to stay. We met her in a girls clothing store in the Ann Arbor
Mall."
"And, you and this young girl had a relationship last night?"
"Not at first, I mean I was just in my room you know using a toy. And
then Darla came in and one thing lead to another and, oh god they fucked
my brains out."
"Beverly, that's a good thing."
"Erika, I don't have lots of money. I can't afford to be a Cougar and
send them to that fancy school. I have no desire to move away from
Azalia. I can't be a Cougar. But I think it's a bit late now without
hurting any of our feelings."
"Beverly, are you saying you wouldn't want to play with them again if the
opportunity arose?"
"In a fucking heartbeat. But that's not the point. The point is I can't
afford to give them what other kittens have. What hope and Samantha and
Danielle have."
Beverly, listen. Only about ten percent of the kittens in the world ever
go to school at the academy. As I told Grace, there are just as many
types of cougars in the world as there are kittens. Not all of them have
a charmed life. but you know what all of them do have?"
"What's that?"
"Each other, they love and care about each other and it doesn't matter to
them if they have money, fancy clothes, or pretty collars. What defines a
cougar and kitten is the love and trust they have in each other."
"Y, You're right. I was freaking out for nothing, thank you. I hope
you'll come for Thanksgiving with Grace and Danielle, please."
"we'll be there Honey, now unless my cougar senses are mistaken you have
a kitten who's been eavesdropping." She said. And I yelped in surprise.
"Remember be firm yet gentle. And cup your hand, it stings but it doesn't
really hurt their pretty little butts."
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