Although this story could also have been submitted under the Lesbian Sex Category, I figured that in the main plot, it's the non human aspect of the story that plays a larger role. I hope you all have fun, and would love some feedback, please.
It was close to 5 p.m. in the evening and Carol and her mom, Maria, were driving down a narrow, one-way, mountainous road, anxious to reach their destination before dark. It was raining heavily and the road was muddy and slippery, and Maria had to drive very carefully, lest they fall off into the ravine. The air conditioner in the car was broken too, making the heavy and humid weather almost unbearable to the women. Maria checked her watch as a thick bead of sweat slithered down her neck and into her white, sleeveless cotton blouse. Maria was a 40 year old woman, 5'5" with an athletic built but perky, round breasts, big enough to create a lovely, creamy white valley between themselves under that blouse. She wore a tight fitting, black short skirt below the blouse, covering her thighs up till and inch and a half above her knees, leaving most of her long legs open to public scrutiny. Her light skin made it hard for one to believe that she spent most of her day in the sun, being a professional weather scientist. Maria glanced at her daughter sitting at her side, dressed in a pink tank top and a short, white skirt, frustrated with the hot and humid weather. A 19 year old college sophomore popular with the guys, Carol was voluptuous compared to her mother, each breast well more than a handful of soft, cream colored flesh topped with dark brown nipples. She too had long legs like her mother, but they were less bony, especially her thighs.
"We'll be there in half and hour, honey. Hang in there," said Maria, her smile betraying a hint of embarrassment for putting her daughter through such an uncomfortable journey.
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Colonial America, 1760
The horse drawn carriage trotted up the hilly road that had been especially carved out to allow Elizabeth to travel to her favorite summer resort. The mansion sat on the side of a steep hill and looked down at a huge ravine. The duke's daughter liked to spend a considerable part of the summer alone at the huge mansion, for reasons that eluded everyone. She was a rich, spoilt girl who got what she wanted from her rich father. The mansion was no different. Every summer she would pack up and travel to the mansion and once there, she would secretly send off the domestic help on a vacation, on the conditions that it remained a secret and that they would go away to someplace far, far away from that area.
The carriage pulled over in front of the huge oak doors, and Elizabeth got out. She ordered the carriage to return home before she knocked on the door, which was promptly opened by a plump woman in a satin gown. A few words were exchanged and the woman disappeared out of the gate. Elizabeth stepped into her beloved hideout, where she was free to do what she felt. She wished she could live here all her life, and for good reason. This is where she had met her lover.
It happened the first time that she came here for vacation; two years ago when she was eighteen. One night, asleep on her bed, she was woken up by the rattling sound of the window, which had been blown open by a heavy gust of wind. In a state of half consciousness, the girl got up and shut the window tightly. When she lied back on the bed, it seemed considerably warmer to her, but she didn't pay much attention to that, and drifted off to sleep in the blink of an eye.
After a few moments of dead calm, the sheets shot up in air and started spinning around like a twister. The revolving sheets shot back down but it wasn't the sheets that landed on top of the girl; it was a woman in a silky, red gown, that was on top of Elizabeth now. Elizabeth was more or less ignorant of what was going on. She was caught between sleep and consciousness, and her mind projected all that was going on as some sort of a nightmare that wasn't clearly visible to her. All she saw were disturbing images of a woman with two long teeth protruding out of her mouth, drops of blood clearly visible on her teeth.
Back in the real world, the woman in the red gown bent down and kissed Elizabeth deeply, at first getting no response from her. But as their tongues mingled, Elizabeth shot back to reality and opened up her eyes to see the woman from the nightmare on top of her, kissing her. Only, this time, there were no long white teeth; just wet, blood red lips. She tried to struggle but soon realized that her hands and legs had somehow become immobile. Hence squirming helplessly in the bed, she turned her face side to side, disgusted by the woman on top of her, and trying to dodge her advances.
Charlotte didn't care about the little fight that Elizabeth was putting on. She intended to take her time with this beautiful human and make her submit to or even fall in love with her. Tonight, Charlotte intended to use only the human side of herself as far as seducing a mortal was concerned. She sensuously ran her pale, long fingers with big, fiery red nails, down Elizabeth's thighs, while enjoying the feeling of Elizabeth's lips rubbing across her outstretched tongue as the little girl jerked her head from side to side. Reaching all the way down, Charlotte slowly pulled Elizabeth's gown up her legs, all the way up till her thighs. Next, she lightly ran her sharp fingernails up the girl's thighs, dragging her fingers up to the entrance to her vagina. Her hands rested on the region around the hole, while her fingers slowly parted its entrance.
Elizabeth gasped as a sudden rush of cold hair hit her sensitive pubic area as she squirmed helplessly on the bed, trying to somehow fight the woman's fingers away from her vagina. She could now feel one of those fingers slowly brushing the skin just next to her walls, teasing her vagina. She felt another finger closer to home, rubbing the entrance. She fought harder, forcing her eyes shut as she felt two more fingers working near her clitoris, wishing this was all a crazy nightmare. But when she opened up her eyes, she saw the woman's gleaming eyes and mischievous smile as she finally started to rub her finger against Elizabeth's clitoris.
"Noooo! Please, please let me go! Please! What do you want with me?" Elizabeth managed to blurt out in a single breath.
Charlotte said nothing and continued teasing the little girl's pussy. She now had the four fingers of her one hand slowly rubbing Elizabeth's skin just next to her clitoris. Once in a while, she would intentionally touch her clit with her sharp fingernail, and rub it all over. She noticed the girl's upper body heave as she tried hard to put up a fight, and knew that it won't take long to have the girl completely under control. She introduced another fingernail to the girl's clit, pressing it hard and rubbing it all over.
Elizabeth was still fighting. But now, it wasn't the stranger she was fighting. Instead, it was her own desire and lust that she tried hard to fight. Deep in her mind, what was happening just felt wrong. But then, that just made it so much more desirable! She was caught between the throes of passion and sensibility as her clitoris was impaled by those thin, long fingers.
"Nnnnoo....please...S..ssstop...mmmhhh....Ohh.." Elizabeth gasped.
Charlotte sensed the weakening in Elizabeth's struggle, and knew it was time for her to completely seduce the girl. She rubbed Elizabeth's clit more rapidly, occasionally squeezing the soft skin and then pinching it too. Her actions were so intense and drove the young girl so horny that all signs of struggle vanished and pure lust settled in. The girl's chest heaved as her breathing intensified, and her nipples came to life, pressing hard against the soft fabric of her gown. Still pretty much immobile with her hands and legs fixed in position, she tried in vain to press her body against the woman's so that her fingers would penetrate her pussy. She felt so hot now that all she wanted was for the wonderful woman to just thrust her long fingers deep into her pussy and finger her till she came.
