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been engrossed in the novel. The letters were already dancing before her eyes, and she was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the text. However, unlike the countless books she had already read, the novel had a drug-like effect on her, causing her to become addicted within a very short time. The author's sensual words and the blatantly detailed descriptions of the erotic scenes captivated her immensely, making it impossible for her to put the book down and turn out the light. Fascinated, she empathized with the protagonist and, for the first time in her youthful life, felt that vague desire in her womb that made her wet and long for being touched. It was already late at night when the letters completely blurred before her eyes and she dropped the book from her hand and fell into a deep sleep.

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A HOT SUMMER AT SARAH'S HOUSE

Chapter 1

Sexual Awakening

The first day.

Another school year had just ended, and Michelle was looking forward to the summer holidays, which she would spend again with her aunt Sarah in the Black Forest. Strictly speaking, Sarah wasn't actually her aunt in the biological sense. Rather, she was the daughter of Michelle's maternal grandfather's second wife, and she had been brought into the marriage by her. Michelle's grandfather had adopted Sarah after their wedding and raised her as his own daughter. Michelle's mother immediately accepted Sarah, thirteen years her junior, as her little sister and took her to her heart. When Michelle was finally born, Sarah was only twelve, and so Michelle considered her more like a big sister, even though, legally, she was actually her aunt due to the adoption.

After her father took a new job in the financial metropolis of Frankfurt eight years ago, forcing the family to move from the Black Forest to Kronberg in the Taunus Mountains, Michelle was incredibly sad. Since Sarah stayed in Hinterzarten in the Black Forest, where she worked as a physiotherapist, Michelle missed her aunt every day. She was all the more excited about the two weeks she was allowed to spend with her each summer vacation. This time, it would likely be her last big vacation, because her graduation from school was just around the corner, and who knew what would happen after that!

The ICE train arrived at Freiburg Central Station at 10:15 a.m., exactly on time. Michelle was standing at the front door, a large backpack on her back and her mother's hastily packed breakfast under her arm, when she spotted Sarah waving at her from the platform. As she had so often before, she was struck again that morning by how beautiful Sarah was! Her father once said that with her long brunette hair and deep blue eyes, she was the spitting image of Brook Shields. And indeed, Michelle thought she saw Sarah every time she watched "The Blue Lagoon" on DVD. In her low-cut summer dress, Sarah's athletically toned figure was particularly well-illustrated and attracted the attention of many men and no fewer than women.

"Come on, little one, let me take a look at you," Sarah greeted Michelle and hugged her, beaming with joy. "You're already taller than me! If this keeps up, I'll have to buy shoes with higher heels!"

The two of them laughed happily, their joy at seeing each other again practically bubbling out of them. Michelle could hardly wait to tell Sarah about her first driving lesson, during which she had stalled the engine five times the day before.

"I have something to tell you about that," Sarah replied, pulling her niece by the hand toward the station exit. "You won't believe what I finally got yesterday after a long wait!" she said triumphantly, without further elaborating.

"Come on, tell me, and don't keep me in suspense," Michelle urged, but Sarah just smiled mysteriously and pulled her purposefully toward the parking meter, paid, and took the ticket from the gray box. No matter how hard Michelle pressed her, she couldn't get Sarah to reveal her secret.

The cars in the parking garage were tightly packed, and Michelle looked left and right for Sarah's silver-blue Smart. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find the small two-seater. "Voilà!" Sarah exclaimed triumphantly, pressing the remote control on her car key and unlocking the central locking of a brand-new, white Ford Fiesta, which was parked immaculately between two faceless mid-size station wagons.

"Is that yours? How cool is that?" Michelle exclaimed, her amazement staggering.

"Since yesterday!" Sarah replied, not without pride, as she opened the tailgate and hefted Michelle's backpack into a trunk that was practically gigantic for a former Smart car driver.

After both of them had taken a lap around the new car together, examining and admiring every detail, they climbed into the two-door car and settled into the comfortable seats.

"Give me your cell phone!" Sarah demanded of her niece. With practiced routine, she navigated through the smartphone's menus and quickly connected it to the car via Bluetooth. "Okay, now send your mom a text message to let you know you arrived safely."

Michelle complied, and they had barely left the parking garage when a woman's voice announced a text message over the loudspeakers.

Sarah pressed a button on the steering wheel and asked for the text to be read to her. The woman's voice repeated the command, and Michelle's mother's response to the text she had just received sounded over the loudspeakers. Of course, it wasn't Michelle's mother's voice. Michelle and Sarah were delighted by the monotonous computer voice, which seemed so at odds with Michelle's mother's cheerful message. Because Michelle enjoyed this contradiction so much, they sent one text message after another, laughing each time at the answers read out. The drive along the country road flew by, and the two arrived in Hinterzarten before they knew it.

Sarah turned left onto the cross path off Windeckweg, and Michelle's heart immediately beat a few beats faster when she recognized her grandparents' house at the end of the path. This was where she had spent many years of her carefree childhood. Everything was exactly as she remembered it from last year. The gravel driveway leading up to the house, the area with its mature trees, the tall hedges surrounding the property, and the large meadow with the old children's swing set that Michelle's grandfather had built for her for her first birthday immediately brought back the feeling of home she missed so much in Kronberg.

As they got out of the air-conditioned car, the scorching heat of the midday summer sun beat down on them mercilessly. They hastily grabbed their luggage from the trunk and fled into the protective shade of the house. The old floorboards creaked audibly under their feet as Michelle closed the door. She immediately smelled the familiar scent of fresh country air and old wood, which she had associated with this house since her earliest childhood.

Sarah had lived in the large house all by herself since her parents, Michelle's grandparents, moved into a retirement home in the city center five years ago. Sarah could never have afforded this house on her salary as a physiotherapist, but Michelle's grandparents left it to her rent-free, allowing her to live a carefree life here without financial hardship.

Michelle was just about to climb the stairs and drag her backpack up to the attic room, where she had lived during the holidays for the past few years, when Sarah stopped her.

"You're welcome to sleep with me in my new bedroom now. I renovated it in the spring after it had been empty for the past few years. It's much cozier there now than in the musty room in the attic."

Sarah opened the door and let Michelle go first. The sun shone brightly into the spacious room, revealing a view of the huge balcony, with geraniums in full bloom along the parapet. This was how she remembered the balcony from when this had still been her grandparents' bedroom. Now, however, everything looked much friendlier and more homely. The walls and ceiling were paneled with light wood. The heavy roof beams that stretched across the entire width of the room above her head were now exposed, giving the room a rustic feel and making it seem much larger. On the wall hung a large oil painting, a sketchy depiction of an erotic nude that stimulated the viewer's imagination without revealing any concrete details. The absolute eye-catcher, however, was a truly gigantic four-poster bed that took up almost two-thirds of the entire room. Michelle had never seen such a large bed before.

"Wow, a whole family could easily sleep in there!" Michelle exclaimed enthusiastically, flopping backward onto the large surface.

Sarah opened the balcony door, pulled Michelle back up by both hands, and led her out into the magnificent paradise she had created for herself. On the sunlit half of the balcony were two comfortable lounge chairs, shaded by an oversized, bright red Coca-Cola parasol. The other half was almost entirely taken up by a kind of children's pool, filled with water up to about knee height.

"It's not a proper swimming pool, but in this hot summer weather, it's simply wonderful!" Sarah enthused. " And when the garden needs watering every now and then, all I have to do is turn on this little tap, and the entire garden is automatically watered with its contents!"

Sarah showed her niece the drain installed in one corner of the pool, which led via a short hose to a copper pipe that ran along the downpipe down to the garden.

"Harold installed all of this for me in the spring," she explained proudly.

"Who's Harold?" Michelle asked curiously.

"Harold is my boyfriend. You'll meet him next week. He's an engineer and works for a large oil company. He's usually on some drilling platform in the North Sea and is often away for several weeks, but he'll be coming over on Wednesday and staying for a few days. In any case, you're welcome to sleep in my bed until then and make yourself comfortable here!"

Michelle liked the prospect of sharing the huge bed with her "big sister" and was already imagining how much fun they would have catching up late into the night about their experiences of the past year. She took her backpack and started packing all her clothes, books, and other stuff into the small closet Sarah had assigned her. These two weeks would be wonderful!

"What do you think about me making us both a nice salad, followed by an iced coffee, and then we lie in the pool to relax?"

"Oh yeah, that would be right up my alley, but relaxing is old-school, nobody says that anymore. Today it's called chilling!"

Laughing, Sarah accepted the advice. "Okay, then let's chill in the pool after the salad!"

While Michelle continued to sort her things into the cupboard, Sarah disappeared downstairs into the kitchen, where she prepared the salad, topped with some juicy tomatoes and fresh herbs from the garden. She put the freshly brewed coffee in the fridge to cool, and the cream was quickly whipped.

Sarah was delighted to see Michelle wolfing down the salad as if she were completely starved. First, she fished out the cheese and turkey breast strips, then the tomatoes, and finally the rest.

"So, are you still on the food combining habit?" mocked Sarah, who had always been amused by Michelle's way of eating.

"I always put the best things first, so nothing of it gets lost if I don't finish my portion," explained Michelle.

They both felt very comfortable under the large parasol, which provided them with pleasant shade and made the midday heat somewhat bearable. The sun had meanwhile moved a little further and its hot rays had already reached the edge of the pool, where they made the strip of water sparkle. By the time the iced coffees were finally empty, the sun had already conquered a third of the pool.

Sarah cleared the dishes and told Michelle to get ready for the pool. She quickly loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, turned on the machine, and cleaned up the leftovers from the salad dressing. She grabbed the bottle of almond-scented sunscreen from the bathroom. Once upstairs, she found Michelle crouching on the floor among her clothes, which she had ripped out of the closet.

"I can't find my bikini, which I bought especially for the vacation!" Michelle moaned as she desperately rummaged through the pile of clothes.

"Never mind, we'll just swim naked. Nobody can see us on the balcony anyway, so we can get a seamless tan without any embarrassment" Sarah replied, slipping her summer dress off her shoulders and letting it slide carelessly to the floor. The next moment, her thong slid down her legs, and she stood completely naked in front of Michelle with a happy smile on her face.

Michelle stared at her aunt as if electrified. It was nothing new to her that Sarah was a beautiful woman. Now, as she stood completely naked before her, she became almost physically aware of it. A previously unknown sensation spread through her womb, and she felt an irrepressible desire to touch Sarah. What fascinated her most, however, was Sarah's completely shaved pubic area, which magically drew her gaze.

Sarah, who hadn't missed the change in Michelle's demeanor, broke the palpable tension with a hearty laugh. "Well, you look as if you've never seen a naked woman before!" she joked cheerfully.

"Yes, but none even remotely as beautiful as you," Michelle replied, looking down in shame, feeling caught out.

"Well, then just look at how beautiful you are," Sarah countered as she pulled Michelle's T-shirt over her head. With deft fingers, she untied the waistband of her shorts and pushed them to the floor with a resolute grip. Michelle let all this happen without resistance. She also let her panties slide down her hips until she finally stood just as naked on the soft carpet as Sarah.

Sarah took a big step back and looked Michelle up and down benevolently. "Well, if that isn't a gorgeous young woman standing there stark naked in my bedroom! Every man and some women between the North and South Pole would be licking their fingers at you! Aside from the fact that you're also beautiful dressed, you have a truly enviable figure. Just look at your gorgeous breasts. What I wouldn't give to have such beautiful, firm breasts as you!"

As she spoke these words, she cupped one of her breasts with one hand and gently ran her index finger over the small nipple, which immediately became erect under the tender touch. Michelle felt her knees go weak and Sarah's touch send pleasurable sensations through her body. Feelings that were completely unknown to her until then. Unfortunately, the unexpected tenderness ended as suddenly as it had begun.

"Come on, sweetie, let's jump into the pool before all the water evaporates," said Sarah, giving Michelle a friendly pat on the bottom.

Sarah took a big leap from the balcony landing into the refreshing pool, letting the water splash in all directions. Michelle did the same, and when they were both lying in the pool, a wild water fight erupted, resulting in half the pool's contents soon spilling over the edge. The two of them romped wildly in the high waves until they finally ended up in each other's arms, exhausted from laughter.

Sarah felt one of Michelle's pointed nipples digging into her flank. She hadn't missed the effect that the sight of her clean-shaven pubic area and the touch of her breast had on her niece. Somehow she found this both sweet and exciting, knowing from the many phone calls with her older sister, Michelle's mother, that Michelle had so far shown no interest in the topic of sex and had no experience of her own in this regard. She had indeed had a brief romance with a boy from dance class, but it had ended just as abruptly as she had begun it. Perhaps it was simply because Michelle was an only child and, until dance school, had shown little interest in anything other than horses? In any case, it couldn't have been due to her parents' upbringing that Michelle, despite being eighteen, had shown so little interest in sex. Michelle's parents were quite open about their own sexuality and freely let everyone feel how much they desired each other, not only emotionally but also physically.

"Do you really think I have beautiful breasts?" Michelle asked timidly.

"Oh, hey! Feel how firm they are compared to mine!"

She took Michelle's right hand and placed it against her breast.

"Besides, you have wonderful nipples that can drive any man crazy when they're as pointy and hard as they are right now."

She caressed Michelle's breast and teased the erect nipple, causing it to swell even further.

Michelle felt like she was going to faint and was shocked at herself when a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She felt a pleasant warmth spreading through her core.

"I't seem as if you like being touched like this, do you?"

Michelle didn't utter a sound, but just nodded barely visibly.

"Has a boy ever touched you like this?"

"Tell me, what do you think of me? I don't just let random boys grope me!"

"Why not? You let me too?"

"Yes, but when you do it, it feels kind of nice."

"Oh, and you think it wouldn't be as nice with a boy?

"No! Rick, my dance partner from dance school, tried it a few weeks ago, but I gave him a real thrashing!"

"Oh, was that the boy you were so in love with?"

"I must have just imagined it before he got his paws under my blouse!"

"Well, obviously he didn't do it very sensually, otherwise you would have definitely enjoyed it. When I was your age, I always enjoyed it when a boy fondled my breasts. I even came once!"

"You even came? What do you mean?"

"Well, I had a real orgasm!"

Michelle was silent for a while, as if she was searching for the right words to pick up the thread again. You could really see what was going on in her head and how difficult it was for her to ask the question that was on her mind.

"Tell me, what's it actually like to have an orgasm?" she finally dared to ask.

"What, you've never had an orgasm? Don't you regularly caress yourself?"

Michelle shook her head, embarrassed. This was an area in which she had absolutely no experience. Not that she was prudish, but she had actually never felt the desire for it before. While she knew that some of her classmates regularly boasted about how they "pleasured themselves," their boastful behavior certainly didn't inspire her to try it herself.

"Well, then you still have a lot of catching up to do," Sarah told her, tenderly taking her in her arms, as if she needed to console her for her inexperience.

"Do you regularly caress yourself?"

"Well, what do you think? When Harold isn't here, I masturbate at least twice a day, and when I'm in the shower, even more often."

"In the shower?"

"Of course! Haven't you ever experienced how thrilling it feels to let the warm water stream directly over your pussy or to stimulate your clitoris with a slightly harder stream?"

Michelle shook her head again. "And when Harold's here, you won't do it?"

"No, then I have his cock and, above all, his tongue, with which he's a real magician!"

"What, you let Harold touch your privates with your tongue?" Michelle looked at her aunt in disbelief.

"Come on sweetheart, don't call it my privates. Call it what it is. It's my pussy, or my vulva, if you like, but not my privates. Actually, I would have thought my sister and brother-in-law would have given you a little more insight into the wonderful world of sex and eroticism. Apparently, they're not quite as open-minded as I always thought."

"Well, to be honest, Mom often took me aside to tell me one thing or another. But I always found it uncomfortable because I was never really interested. I would just block her out and tell her that I already knew everything she could tell me from the internet. She didn't ask any more questions and left me alone."

"Oh, darling, how innocent you still are! I think you still have a lot to learn!"

Michelle stared thoughtfully ahead with a blank expression. A long time passed before she broke the silence again.

"Sarah, did that actually hurt, shaving?"

Now Sarah had to laugh heartily. "On the contrary, I enjoyed it! The first time I didn't shave myself, but had someone do it for me. That was two years ago, when I had my motorcycle accident and was bedridden for weeks with a double leg fracture. A colleague visited me regularly and treated me here at home. Every now and then, she also did my hair, and one day she offered to shave my pussy as well."

"How crazy is that? You not only let your colleague treat you, but also shave you down there?"

"Of course, why not?"

"Well, I don't know, I don't think I could. At least not by a colleague."

Michelle fell silent again, thoughtful. Sarah could literally see how intensely her mind was working and how difficult it was for her to utter the words that were almost unutterable on the tip of her tongue, before they suddenly escaped her lips, half-breathed and with a slight tremor in her voice.

"I'd rather let you shave me."

Michelle blushed and looked down at herself, embarrassed. She felt like she'd crossed a line.

"Oh yeah, would you like me to do that?"

Sarah put her index finger under her niece's chin and gently forced her to look into her eyes.

Michelle felt caught in a dilemma. If she looked away and refused, Sarah would surely see through her. She'd always been a terrible liar, and Sarah knew that only too well. So she gathered all her courage and simply blurted out the truth.

"Yes, I'd like to look like you!"

"Well, if that's the case, then we won't keep you waiting long!"

Sarah straightened up and offered Michelle her hand to help her stand. She grabbed one of the beach towels from the lounger, wrapped Michelle in it, and helped her over the edge of the pool. With deft hands, she toweled Michelle dry. First her back and arms. Then it was her stomach and breasts, which Sarah took particular care of. Michelle's nipples perked up under the gentle touch, practically catching the towel in them. Sarah was fully aware of this fact and therefore patted Michelle's breasts dry with extra care. Then she knelt in front of Michelle to better reach her feet.

"Come on, love, put your right foot on my thigh so I don't have to bend over so much."

Michelle did as she was told and followed Sarah's instructions. After she had finished with her foot, Sarah moved the towel in circular motions, moving higher and higher up her leg. Michelle felt a chill run down her spine as Sarah's hands moved ever closer to her most intimate area. She could only barely hide her disappointment when Sarah suddenly asked her to switch legs instead of moving the towel even higher. Now the whole process started again, but Michelle had the impression that Sarah was taking considerably more time. As if in slow motion, her hands approached that triangle that Michelle had no idea would soon become the center of her pleasure.

Smiling inwardly, Sarah noticed the moist sheen on her niece's already slightly protruding, virginal labia. No, this wetness wasn't from their shared swim in the pool, and no, she wouldn't release Michelle from her torment by touching her here. Instead, she changed the direction of her hand and slid the towel between her open thighs to dry Michelle's firm buttocks. She did, however, give her a tiny taste when, as she pulled back the towel, she accidentally brushed the back of her hand over Michelle's youthful pubic area, leaving a moist trail on Sarah's skin.

Michelle had closed her eyes, so Sarah felt unobserved as she licked Michelle's lustful juices from the back of her hand with her tongue, letting the intoxicating aroma work its magic on her. Smiling tenderly, she looked at the sweet girl, who still knew nothing about the joys of physical love.

Michelle, still electrified by Sarah's fleeting touch, stood motionless. Her breathing was heavy, and she struggled to sort out her feelings. Where were these completely new sensations coming from, which seemed to be gathering in her lap with an intensity she had never experienced before? Where were Sarah's hands, whose touch she longed for so much at this very moment? Her thoughts were circling incessantly when she was abruptly torn from her daydreams.

"Well, how long are you going to rest your foot on my thigh? Your legs won't get any drier!"

Michelle felt caught again and quickly withdrew her foot. Sarah had dried herself off in the meantime and draped the damp towel over the parasol so the sun could dry it again. She grabbed a fresh beach towel, laid it on one of the two garden loungers, and smoothed it down.

"Come on, make yourself comfortable while I gather my shaving equipment!"

Michelle, still half-dazed, stretched out on the sun lounger. The sun burned mercilessly from the sky, but the shade of the parasol made it somewhat bearable on the balcony. Without realizing it, her hands searched instinctively for the newly discovered source of her desire. At first hesitantly, then increasingly greedily, her fingers stroked the moisture that had formed between her thighs, searching for and finding places whose touch gave her unimagined feelings of pleasure and the desire for even more intense touch.

She needed no guidance to find that sensitive zone that nature had dedicated solely to her pleasure. Timidly yet curiously, she stroked the small pearl that, in her naive innocence, had so far remained completely hidden from her. Now that she had been discovered, she seemed to blossom into full bloom under her touch, responding with all her sensitivity. Countless flashes shot through Michelle's neurons throughout her pelvis, fueled by the sensitive perception of her seemingly exposed nerve endings.

Longing for ever more intense sensations, she pressed her crotch against her hand, an uncontrollable moan escaping her lips. Her newfound pleasure was interrupted all too quickly when she suddenly heard Sarah clattering into the bedroom with a bowl full of shaving equipment and moments later stepping onto the balcony.

Michelle hastily retracted her hand and guiltily crossed her legs. She pretended to be asleep, certain she hadn't been caught. How could she have known that Sarah had been curiously standing behind the window for quite some time, witnessing her pleasurable journey of discovery?

"Well, my sweetie, you don't want to fall asleep in this wonderful weather, do you? Come on, make some room and let me sit on the lounger!"

Michelle tucked her legs up and made room for her aunt. Sarah sat down at the foot of the lounger with her legs spread, one leg propped up on the floor to the right and one to the left. Her sensitive nose had long since caught the intoxicating scent of Michelle's lustful juices, which she naturally didn't let on. Instead, she gazed at her niece completely innocently.

"Alright, now open your wonderful gazelle legs and let me get to that shaggy fur of your pussy!"

Without waiting for Michelle to comply, she took hold of Michelle's legs and gently but firmly pushed her knees apart until Michelle finally presented her with her thighs spread wide. The protruding and reddened labia and the wet spot that had formed beneath her on the towel testified to the sensation of pleasure that this girl, who had been completely innocent until a few moments ago, had just given herself. The erotic scent of her vaginal secretions mingled with the scent of the geranium blossoms to create an intoxicating perfume that also had an effect on Sarah. A pleasant warmth spread through her pelvis as she took a peach-sized flake of foam from the can of Harold's shaving cream.

Michelle, who presented herself to Sarah completely exposed and with her legs spread wide, now also had a clear view of Sarah's vulva. What she saw fascinated and captivated her at the same time. Just a few moments ago, her first glimpse of Sarah's hairless genitals had reminded her of the sight of a little girl. Under the influence of her own arousal, however, she now interpreted this sight completely differently. The sight of Sarah's vulva had something graceful, mysterious, and at the same time somehow awe-inspiring. What she saw was moist, shiny, and beautiful, like a flower opening, and so beautiful that she simply couldn't tear her eyes away. Suddenly, she realized that she, too, was offering her aunt the same view at that very moment. But instead of feeling ashamed, the thought of showing Sarah herself in just as much beauty filled her with pride.

Sarah gently dabbed the foam onto Michelle's mound. Michelle felt the foam slowly spread over her vulva under the gentle pressure of Sarah's hand, until Sarah's hand finally settled completely over it like a protective hood. Michelle inhaled sharply through her half-open lips and struggled to suppress a moan as she felt Sarah's hand take hold of her genitals. The cool foam intensified the sensitive sensations, and Michelle instinctively tried to intensify them even more by lifting her pelvis and pressing herself against the hand whose touch she so eagerly awaited.

"Well, shall we shave now, or shall we have some fun first?" Sarah asked with a mischievous expression, giving Michelle a knowing wink.

Michelle's shy reserve vanished as if by magic under Sarah's touch. She could hardly believe her ears when she heard her own voice whispering back to Sarah's question, as if through a veil of breathy moans.

"Have fun," Michelle whispered, amazed at her own courage in admitting her desire to Sarah so bluntly.

Full of longing, Michelle caught Sarah's gaze as she slowly began to spread the foam around Michelle's labia, who were begging for release, with small, circular movements and increasing pressure.

With her fingers, Sarah traced the contours of the outer labia through the foam, repeatedly stroking down the outside and then back up the inside, not without occasionally, as if by chance, teasing Michelle's protruded pearl with the merest touch. She alternated her attention between the right and left sides.

Michelle's breath caught in her throat. Her heart was racing, and she thought she would almost faint from the pleasure. The wildest thoughts swirled through her head as Sarah continued to pleasure her pussy with ever-changing variations of her practiced fingers. She imagined her mother moaning with pleasure each time she and her father had sex behind the closed bedroom door, and found herself moaning loudly herself in response to Sarah's delicate touches. Images of her school friends formed before her inner eye, stroking themselves, masturbating to give themselves such wonderful feelings as she was currently experiencing. Why, she asked herself, hadn't she tried giving herself this pleasure long ago? But could it really be that wonderful when you did it yourself?

Sarah watched in delight as her niece blossomed beneath her fingers. With her free hand, she reached for the blue can of shaving cream, pressed the dispenser button, and let more flakes of the white substance ooze out and rain down on Michelle's stomach and breasts. Michelle enjoyed the refreshingly cool tingle that emanated from each flake that touched her skin. Her senses were so heightened in this moment of peak pleasure that even this sensory stimulation fueled her arousal!

Again, Sarah spread the shaving cream in slow, circular motions. First, she applied it over Michelle's flat stomach, then applied smaller, faster circles to her belly button, repeatedly teasing the sensitive hollow with her penetrating fingertip. While she pushed one finger into the foamy navel, she overcame the barrier of the inner labia with a finger of her other hand, which no longer represented an obstacle, but willingly allowed her to immerse herself in Michelle's moist canal.

Sarah proceeded with particular caution, as Michelle's pelvis pressed impatiently towards her finger. Exploring, she felt the entire entrance around Michelle's inner sanctum, withdrawing her finger with lightning speed whenever Michelle thrust her pelvis too aggressively. Although she didn't expect to find an intact hymen in Michelle's case due to her years of horse back riding, she pushed her finger forward with extreme caution. If she did encounter a hymen, she would hold back. Only when she was convinced that no hymen would prevent her from progressing further did she turn the back of her hand downward and slowly slide all the way into Michelle's vagina. This allowed her to easily insert her thumb to simultaneously stimulate the sensitive pearl from the outside.

Michelle inhaled with increasingly faster and deeper breaths, pressed her heels with all her strength into the cushion of the lounge chair, and thrust her pelvis upwards in a longing manner. Her back and buttock muscles tensed so much that almost her entire body weight was finally resting on her heels and shoulder girdle.

Having reached the depths, Sarah let her finger rest for a while, waiting until Michelle's breathing became shallower and her pelvis sank back into the soft cushions. Michelle was on the verge of hyperventilating, and it wouldn't have been pleasant if Sarah had had to interrupt her massage because of that. Only when Michelle's breathing had slowly returned to normal and was no longer a cause for concern did she resume her intimate massage.

Playfully, she drew a trail of white shaving foam upwards over Michelle's stomach and extended it around Michelle's breast. She made smaller and smaller circles, picking up fresh shaving foam that lay ready for her on Michelle's velvety skin. She deliberately avoided the nipple, which peeped stiff and expectantly from the foam. At the same time, she gently withdrew the finger of her other hand from the moist tunnel surrounding it, only to immediately insert it all the way back in.

Only after what felt like an eternity to Michelle did she finally take hold of the nipple, stroke it with the flat of her hand, snake her index finger around it, pinch it very gently, and pull on it, swirling her outstretched fingers over it again quickly, before returning to pampering it with slower caresses. In between, she repeatedly kneaded and stroked the firm flesh surrounding the nipple.

Sarah envied her niece's large, firm nipples. She would have loved to suck them between her lips. However, the discovery that shaving cream didn't suit her preferred taste made her confine herself to the play of her fingers.

Michelle couldn't tell which touch gave her more pleasure, Sarah's varied play with her breast, or the finger that repeatedly slid in and out of her while a second finger teased the sensitive pearl at the entrance to her vagina. She had her eyes tightly closed and tried to imagine which of Sarah's fingers was inside her and which was supporting it from outside. In any case, the sensations were so wonderful that she surrendered to them with desire. Instinctively, she picked up the steady rhythm of the penetrating finger, raising and lowering her pelvis, and concentrated on tracking the finger inside her vagina. As she felt the incessant increase of sensations in her depths, her fingers gripped the armrests to release even more power for her pelvic thrusts.

Sarah recognized the unmistakable signs of approaching climax, saw Michelle's increasingly shallow breathing quicken, how the movements of her lower body became more and more jerky, how she threw her head back further and further with increasingly loud moans, and how the tension spread across her back, her bottom, and the backs of her legs, all the way to her heels, which pressed ever more forcefully against the lounger. She knew this was the approach to moment Michelle would never forget!

Now was the right time to stimulate that sensitive spot that hordes of desperate men had repeatedly searched for in vain, but mostly never found. But she knew the secret, knew exactly the hidden location of this holy grail of female pleasure. To further intensify Michelle's pleasure, she added a second finger, which widened her niece's virginal vaginal walls, thus further enhancing her pleasure. She unerringly curled her index and middle fingers as they slid out, stroking the somewhat rougher texture of this mystery of female pleasure, sending shivers through Michelle's body.

Now there was no turning back! All barriers had broken! The unexpected touch on her G-spot made Michelle feel as if she were losing all control. She felt something unimaginably powerful seize control over her, practically forcing her to throw herself mercilessly against Sarah's fingers. Without any control, she screamed out her pleasure, felt convulsive spasms spreading through her vagina, clenching around Sarah's fingers and practically trying to pull them inside her. For nothing in the world did she ever want this feeling to end, and so she bucked once more in a desperate attempt to prolong this very first orgasm of her life, thrusting her pelvis in an infernal staccato against Sarah's willingly responding fingers.

Only after long moments of unknown lust did she come to her senses again, when Sarah's lips tenderly touched hers, thus depriving the neighbors of any possibility of further sharing in her loud screams of pleasure.

Her orgasm had subsided minutes earlier, but Michelle's heart was still pounding. Her thoughts raced, searching for an explanation for what she had just experienced. Never before had she felt anything so intense, never before anything even remotely as wonderful! Only now did her hands free themselves from the armrests of the deck chair, which she had clenched under the impression of her climax. Tears of joy streamed down her face as Sarah bent down and kissed her first on the forehead, then on the tip of her nose, and finally on her mouth. Moved and overwhelmed by her own emotions, she embraced Sarah, pulled her closer, and returned the kiss. As if this were the most natural thing in the world between aunt and niece, her lips parted to receive Sarah's tongue. Her breathing, which had already calmed down, quickened again as their tongues found each other and circled each other tenderly, exploring. At first hesitantly, then increasingly purposefully, and finally eagerly, Michelle's engaged in her first French kiss.

Michelle's passion transferred to Sarah, whose index and middle fingers of her right hand were still in Michelle's vagina. As if by itself, her left hand now slid to her own center, found her parted labia, whose moisture allowed her effortless penetration, and now gave herself the same pleasure she had previously given Michelle. At the same time, she picked up the thread with her other hand and continued her pleasurable finger play in Michelle's still-desiring vagina, while the play of their two tongues simultaneously transformed into an unrestrained battle of lust.

Within a very short time, Sarah felt her own orgasm approaching. Faced with the approaching wave, it was difficult for her to maintain control over her hands and to meaningfully coordinate their activity, which was directed in opposite directions. She couldn't help but pause with her right hand, at least for the moment, to give her full attention to her left. At first, it was just her index finger deep inside her pussy, but now she also used her thumb to delight her clitoris with rapid, vibrating stimulation. The results were evident after just a few seconds, as she felt the small spasms spreading throughout her pelvis as she smothered her moans of pleasure in Michelle's passionate kiss.

Sarah quickly regained control. She remembered that Michelle was supposed to be the main character this afternoon. Recognizing this, she broke off the kiss, but also released her hand from Michelle and sat up.

"Come!" she breathed, offering Michelle her hand without further explanation and helping her up from the lounger.

Michelle's legs were still shaking from the aftereffects of her climax, making it difficult for her to maintain a vertical position. Half supporting her, half hugging her, she led her to the pool and told her to get in. Michelle followed Sarah's invitation and now stood in the warm water, which, despite the midday heat, still felt pleasantly refreshing on her legs. Sarah bent down again and again, scooping water from the pool with both hands to run it over Michelle's body, which was smeared with shaving cream. She enjoyed the liquefying foam running down her body and watched as it quickly spread across the water's surface. Pleasant shivers ran down her spine as Sarah supported the cleansing process on her breasts and between her legs with targeted rubbing of her hands.

"We can always do the shaving later. Now I'll show you something much nicer first!"

With these words, she grabbed Michelle's hand again, helped her out of the pool, and pulled her over the threshold into the bedroom.

"But I'm still soaked!" protested Michelle.

"Oh, I certainly hope you are!" replied Sarah, laughing, and Michelle only understood the ambiguity of these words when Sarah grinned and looked between her thighs.

They had barely reached the four-poster bed when Sarah gave her a little push, wrapped her arms around her waist, and collapsed onto the soft mattress with her. Michelle lay on her back, while Sarah crouched on all fours above her. Their lips quickly found each other again, followed by their tongues, which immediately resumed the passion they had just interrupted.

As they kissed, Sarah's fingers wandered over Michelle's body, tracing the contours of her neck, stroking through the clavicle outward over her left shoulder, from where they continued downward. When they reached Michelle's thumb, they switched to the inside of her hand, caressing the sensitive areas between her fingers, circling the palm a few times, and then continuing their way back up the inside of her arm. Reaching her armpit, they lingered for a moment to play with the youthful hairs.

"We'll probably have to shave those too," she whispered softly, as her restless fingers continued their journey, repeatedly encountering small drops of water that the pool had left on Michelle's hot skin.

The next destination of their journey was the left breast, whose nipple they purposefully sought out, gently pinching it, only to leave it immediately again and go straight to teasing the nipple of the right breast, which was also yearning for affection. They lingered there a little longer, gently stroking it again and again, feeling it swell to its full size beneath them, letting it slide up and down lengthwise between them, before finally leaving it again. Their path continued downward, to the tip of the sternum, over it, along the linea alba, to the navel, the penultimate stop of their journey. After they had distributed their affection there, they set off on the final leg. Barely a hand's breadth below her belly button, they encountered numerous small water droplets that had become caught in Michelle's curly pubic hair. They let them roll off them on their way through this dark-blond jungle until they finally found the hot, moist grotto that opened up to them with pleasure and was only too happy to take them in.

Sarah released Michelle's tongue and pulled away from her lips, which immediately released a longing moan as two of her fingers found their way between Michelle's labia and plunged into the depths of the warm, moist pussy. Almost as quickly as the fingers had penetrated Michelle, they withdrew again, but not without bidding a gentle farewell to the sensitive clitoris.

Now Sarah's tongue set off on its journey, finding its way down the right side of her neck, tracing its moist trail over the shoulder, down the outside of her arm, until it finally reached her thumb. She licked it up and down its length several times, switching to her index finger, giving it the same attention, before flicking a swift stroke over the sensitive skin between her index and middle fingers. She repeated this ritual with the other fingers, until she finally left her little finger behind and, collecting tiny drops of water on the inside of Michelle's arm, continued her journey to the armpit. Here she found the sensitive spots whose touch had always made Michelle laugh as a child. Now that Michelle had matured into womanhood, she seemed to anticipate the greedy tongue's further path on her skin, and so it no longer elicited laughter from her, but moans of animalistic pleasure!

In feverish anticipation, Michelle watched Sarah's tongue first move on her right nipple, then her left, playing with them, sucking, licking, and caressing them. Michelle had long since mapped out the path of that tongue in her mind and imagined what it would be like when it reached its goal. The time remaining until she reached that goal seemed endless to her. Longing for release, she raised and lowered her pelvis as if—driven by instinct—she were simulating coitus without ever having experienced it herself.

Sarah, whose tongue had now left Michelle's navel, changed position and crouched over Michelle so that her head was between her knees. Michelle, who had surrendered to Sarah's touches with closed eyes for the past few minutes, now opened them. At the same moment that Sarah's tongue gently laid over her clitoris, Michelle saw Sarah's vulva, whose moist labia glistened in the afternoon sun directly above her face.

Michelle was electrified as she felt Sarah's tongue, expertly locating the zones of greatest sensitivity, teasing her slowly, licking them at high frequencies, then again with pleasure and long strokes. Only with difficulty did she manage to suppress the loud cries of pleasure that wanted to escape her throat. Moaning, she fixed her gaze on the vulva in her immediate field of vision. Barely a hand's breadth separated her from this aesthetic sight. As if she were being presented with the mirror image of her own vulva, she vividly imagined the path Sarah's tongue was taking at that very moment.

A drop of glistening fluid collected exactly where Sarah's labia tapered at a sharp angle. The drop grew larger, stretching out under the influence of gravity until it finally descended into a thin thread. Michelle, who watched this spectacle fascinated, raised her head just in time to catch the fluid of lust with her tongue.

As if she had been infused with an instant aphrodisiac, Michelle was overcome by an insatiable desire to taste even more of this delicious secretion. She only had to raise her head a little to plunge her tongue deep into Sarah's widely open vaginal lips. She couldn't resist the temptation; she simply had to give in to this urge that naturally drew her to Sarah's Vulva. So she raised her head to receive the object of her desire with her tongue.

Surprised by the sudden turn and deprived of any ability to continue her own action by the intensity of the unexpected touch, Sarah interrupted her tongue play. It took her a moment to engage Michelle's tongue and flip the switch from "donating" to "receiving," but she could no longer escape the role of receiver when she felt the juvenile tongue part her labia and curiously penetrate her. So she spread her thighs even further to support Michelle in her plan, so that she could let her head sink comfortably back onto the sheet without losing tongue contact with Sarah's pleasure center.

Michelle, already fascinated by the sight of her clean-shaven pubic area, enjoyed being able to explore every last nook and cranny with her tongue. With her fine sensibility, she picked up on Sarah's every reaction, intensifying touches that elicited a moan of pleasure, while discarding others that didn't.

Michelle quickly discovered what Sarah responded to most. She half-submerged herself in the soft cavern and stimulated the sensitive pearl from within with swift, flickering tongue strokes. Sarah responded with an increasingly loud moan that echoed off the bedroom walls, gratefully received by Michelle, secretly even filling her with pride. She wrapped both arms around Sarah, stroked her bottom with tender fingertips, felt its powerful muscles vibrate in bursts, wandered with exploring hands up her spine, searched her way out, stroked her flank forward and found those wonderfully soft breasts with their small but incredibly hard nipples.

When Sarah felt the hands lovingly massaging her breasts, she was completely lost within seconds. A shrill scream escaped her throat as the orgasm overcame her with unimaginable force, sending pulsating vibrations through her entire body, spreading convulsively from her core in all directions. Full of desire, she pressed her pelvis against the tongue still greedily licking her clitoris, eager to savor every last drop of this gigantic wave.

Meanwhile, Michelle, spurred on by Sarah's intense reaction, continued her tongue play with undiminished devotion. She wrapped both arms around Sarah's waist and pulled her down even more tightly. Sarah felt another orgasm already building in the depths of her pelvis, while she fought against her inner urge to not allow it to happen for the time being and instead turn her attention back to Michelle's pussy. Michelle, however, took that decision away from her, pressing her to her like a vice, leaving her no chance to escape. Although she had already tasted plenty of Sarah's love juice, Michelle only loosened her grip when she was overwhelmed by another wave.

Sarah, still completely overwhelmed by the intensity of this new climax, saw her opportunity, wriggled free from the grip, and rolled sideways onto her back. Breathing heavily, she lay next to Michelle, whose face and hair were soaking wet from the mixture of Sarah's lubricant and her own saliva.

"What was that?" Sarah wanted to know, finally regaining her senses after what felt like an eternity. She slowly straightened up, supported herself on her forearms, and approached Michelle, who gave her a transfixed smile.

"You're not trying to tell me you've never licked a woman before?" Her voice was filled with both astonishment and gratitude for what she had just experienced.

Without waiting for Michelle's response, she kissed her young lover, tasting herself as she pushed her tongue between her parting lips and finally found that wonderful tongue that had just given her the most wonderful sensations.

"I'm so proud of you, my sweetie..." she whispered into her ear, gently biting her earlobe and again sensing her own taste. "...but now I want you to be the one enjoying it!"

With these words, she slid down Michelle, but this time took the direct route to Michelle's vulva, which she presented to her with her thighs spread expectantly.

Four orgasms later, Michelle finally begged for mercy, sank back exhausted, and within a very short time fell asleep, exhausted but overjoyed, in Sarah's arms. The moments behind her would remain forever one of those experiences that would be indelibly etched in her mind. Moments that would define her healthy desire for physical devotion, for giving and taking, demanding and fulfilling, for a liberating and taboo-free sexuality for her later life, thus constituting one of the foundations for a happy life!

To be continued...

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Author's Note: If everything turns out to go as planned, I'll have another episode of the story uploaded every week, so hopefully I won't keep you waiting too long for the next one. Since the story will have quite a few chapters, I can promise you a lot more fun with Michelle and Sarah's adventures. So stay tuned!

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