WALTON'S MOUNTAIN 3
This is a work of celebrity lesbian fiction, and part of an earlier series based upon the characters from the CBS-Television show, the Walton's. The names of the characters are used without permission. If you are offended by lesbian sexual scenarios, please read no further.
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18-year-old nursing student, Mary Ellen Walton, woke up groggily in the amorous arms of a short-haired, somewhat mannish-looking older woman. The pair had spent the previous night engaging in taboo lesbian sex.
"Wake up, honey," the 40-ish, dark-haired woman said as she gave the trim, naked teenager a nudge, and pleasant peck on the forehead as she rolled out of bed. Covering her pendulous breasts with a robe, the older woman walked to her small kitchenette to brew some coffee.
Mary Ellen was the oldest daughter, and third-eldest of the Walton children. A former baseball playing tomboy, Mary Ellen had grown up with a fiercely independent streak, and with the fists to back it up.
It had been a slow process for the vain, slightly selfish teenager to take to helping others. However, once she had made her mind up, Mary Ellen was determined to obtain the necessary education to become a Registered Nurse. As an added benefit of her all-consuming studies, Mary Ellen could temporarily put off the inevitability of matrimony without any fear of gossip.
Mary Ellen had never shown much of an interest in boys. G.W. Haines was the lone exception, but he was more of a pal and playmate. When they were younger teens, G.W. had slavishly danced to the tune of the pretty, long-haired blondish-brunette tomboy.
As one of the top students in her nursing class, Mary Ellen had been accepted to attend a nursing seminar in New York City. Her parents were reluctant to let their unmarried daughter travel alone to make the nearly 350-mile train trip.
Miss Desmond, one of the nursing instructors, assured the Walton parents that students from other nursing programs would be joining Mary Ellen at the Richmond train station. Miss Desmond fibbed a little that Mary Ellen would be properly chaperoned throughout. Eventually, Mr. and Mrs. Walton hesitantly agreed to allow their daughter to make the trip.
Mary Ellen's father insisted on driving his daughter from Walton's Mountain to the small Rockfish train depot. In Richmond, Mary Ellen was introduced to several other young, aspiring nurses who would also be making the journey to the three-day seminar.
In her best dress, gloves, and hat, Mary Ellen looked slightly more mature than her 18 years. This would be Mary Ellen's first trip by herself out of her mountain home, and was excited to be visiting world-famous New York City.
A deeply closeted lesbian, Mary Ellen had been told by her mentor, Miss Desmond, that there was a vibrant lesbian community in a Manhattan neighborhood called Greenwich Village.
Mary Ellen had been very willingly turned out at age 14 by a beautiful, blonde, barnstorming female motorcycle racer who took a shine to the young, overalls-wearing teen tomboy.
The experience of making love to the nearly-30-year-old woman convinced Mary Ellen that she would never be happy with a man.
Mary Ellen's next experience occurred when she was 17, and making a home visit to a waifish 13-year-old who had suddenly become the head of her household following the deaths of her mother and grandfather. Mary Ellen and the young teenager managed to keep their secret, erotic lesbian affair going for nearly a year on the quiet, secluded mountain.
Now a busy nursing student, Mary Ellen had little time to climb the mountain to make love with the now-14-year-old girl. Late at night as she laid in bed, Mary Ellen would fantasize about snuggling naked, and licking the young girl's pussy.
Mary Ellen was to discover a kindred spirit in Miss Desmond, a spinster in her mid-30's, who headed the nursing program at the University of Virginia School of Nursing in Charlottesville.
As a thanks for mentoring her through the program, Mary Ellen willingly offered her taut young body to the older lesbian. Under the guise of receiving tutoring, Mary Ellen would sometimes spend her evenings making love to Miss Desmond, but would always return to her boarding house room in the evening in order to avoid any hint of a scandal.
Miss Desmond's face was hungrily positioned between Mary Ellen's sturdy, athletic legs when the young, aspiring nurse brought up the subject of the New York City seminar. Preoccupied with feasting on Mary Ellen's teenage pussy, the older woman tried to change the subject by energetically squeezing Mary Ellen's modest breasts.
Mary Ellen wasn't usually chatty while the two had sex. Between her studies and needing to return back to the boarding house at a respectable hour, there was a limit to conversation while they were alone. Miss Desmond had a particular affinity for young pussy. Unknown to Mary Ellen, she wasn't the first nursing student to share Miss Desmond's welcoming bed.
"What do I have to do to get invited?" Mary Ellen curiously asked, as she firmly pushed the nursing instructor's head into her brown bush. As Miss Desmond's avid fingers penetrated the 18-year-old, she assured Mary Ellen that if that was what she wished, she would nominate the pretty mountain girl to attend the seminar.
Sitting on the clacking train, Mary Ellen reminded herself to act like a lady. Accustomed to wearing overalls rather than a dress, Mary Ellen had to be constantly reminded by her mother and grandmother how to sit with her legs together, and her ankles crossed.
Fifteen Virginia nursing students had been selected to attend the seminar. Checking into the modestly-priced Susan B. Anthony Women's Hotel, the girls would be paired two to a room. With an odd number of guests, Mary Ellen was surprised to learn that she would have her own room. Mary Ellen wondered if Miss Desmond had anything to do with it?
Unpacking her few belongings, Mary Ellen requested a 7:00 a.m. wake-up call in order to dress and make the short walk for the next day's 8:00 a.m. seminar.
Following the seminar, whose purpose was to introduce new medical information, Mary Ellen was excited to explore the city. After visiting some of the more familiar sites in Manhattan, Mary Ellen found her way to Greenwich Village as it turned to evening.
Mary Ellen was wide-eyed as she passed the coffee shops and art galleries. Bohemian men and women walked the streets in their unusual, sometimes foreigh-looking dress. Clutched in her gloved hand was an address for the Silver Shell. Mary Ellen had been told by Miss Desmond that the small coffee shop was a meeting place for lesbian women. The 18-year-old was curious, to say the least.
A simple hand-lettered window sign identified the Silver Shell. Entering the darkened room, it took the fresh-faced, athletic-looking nursing student a few moments for her eyes to adjust to adjust to the dark room. Mary Ellen was dressed very conservatively in a tweed business suit and sensible shoes. A prim hat topped her brownish-blonde hair.
Mary Ellen wasn't prepared for what she saw when her eyes finally adjusted. There were woman of all ages in the small coffee bar. Some appeared to be wealthier women who were dressed elegantly, and others who looked like they had just arrived from their office jobs. Most startling of all to Mary Ellen, there were a number of women who were dressed like men in tailored suits or blue-collar work attire. Mary Ellen had never even heard of a "butch" lesbian before, let alone seen one.
A waitress soon appeared, and she placed a coffee cup at Mary Ellen's table. In it was a rough-tasting gin. Prohibition had been ended in 1933, but the liquor was still being served as before. Mary Ellen sipped the bitter cocktail as she surveyed the room.
Dance music was playing on the large Philco console radio, and several women had paired off. While women and girls had certainly danced together at the barn dances and other events in her Walton's Mountain home, but this was the first time that Mary Ellen was witnessing women openly holding each other romantically, and even kissing!
Mary Ellen took another sip of gin as she looked around the room nervously. Soon, she was approached by an older, mannish-looking woman in a tailored, double-breasted pinstripe suit. Hoagy Carmichael's Stardust was coming from the beefy tubes of the large Philco radio.
"Would you like to dance?" The woman asked, politely extending her hand. Mary Ellen looked around self-consciously. It wasn't so much that she was shy about dancing with a woman, rather, she had only mastered the foxtrot and box step. Rising from the small table, Mary Ellen smoothed her tweed skirt before accepting the woman's hand.
"I'm Belle... Belle Goldman." The woman said with a smile. "I'm Mary Ellen." The young girl hesitated before giving "Godsey" as her last name. Mary Ellen wasn't quite sure why she had lied to the stranger. After all, she was a long way from home.
Putting her hand on Mary Ellen's waist as they slow danced to the romantic tune, the woman continued, "You're very pretty, Mary Ellen." "Thank you," the 18-year-old replied.
Belle Goldman was perhaps in her early 40's. Short, like Mary Ellen, the nursing student was soon brought into Belle's firm embrace as they danced. Belle was slightly plump, and her dark hair was parted on the side like Katherine Hepburn in Sylvia Scarlett. Belle's large breasts were largely hidden beneath the coat of her pinstriped suit.
Unashamedly, Mary Ellen placed her head on Belle's shoulder as they continued to slow dance to the popular tunes of the day. Pressing Mary Ellen into her voluptuous breasts, Belle could feel the muscles of the younger girl's athletic body.
When queried, Mary Ellen explained that she had several brothers, and had grown up playing sandlot football and baseball with the other area boys. Mary Ellen chose not to mention that she had a total of eight other siblings.
Mary Ellen felt a dizzying freedom that she had never before imagined while in the company of the room full of lesbians. There was no shame, and no judgment. All of the women simply seemed to be enjoying each other's company.
Returning to the table, Belle told Mary Ellen that she worked as an editor for a left-leaning political magazine. Mary Ellen told the older woman that she was a nursing student, and was in New York for a seminar.
That news came as a relief to Belle, as she was concerned that the pretty Virginia girl might only be 16 or 17-years-old. Belle held Mary Ellen's hand as the two continued to talk.
"I live just around the corner," the older woman enticingly stated. "Would you like to join me for a real cup of coffee?" Mary Ellen knew that she had another early morning ahead of her, but found herself wordlessly nodding to Belle's invitation.
Looking up, Mary Ellen noticed that the were now fewer women in the coffee bar, and some were leaving together in pairs.
Mary Ellen was not new to lesbian sex, but was nonetheless nervous about leaving with a woman that she had just met. Walking to Belle's apartment, Mary Ellen had self-consciously rebuffed the older woman's attempt to hold her hand.
It seemed to Mary Ellen that everyone on the darkened streets knew what she and Belle would soon be up to, and she kept her head on a swivel in case of trouble. Surprising to the 18-year-old, no one seemed the least bit interested in the two women.
Entering the small apartment, Mary Ellen was asked how she liked her coffee. Mary Ellen then admitted that she really didn't like coffee.
Sitting next to the younger girl, Belle began to twirl Mary Ellen's home-curled blondish-brown hair as she openly flirted with the 18-year-old.
In just moments later, Belle was almost on top of the mountain girl, kissing Mary Ellen aggressively. Belle's eager hands pawed the clothed body of the nurse in training. Belle was pleasantly surprised that Mary Ellen was doing nothing to resist. Belle had assumed that Mary Ellen, like some others, was a curious first-timer who would need to be artfully seduced.
Mary Ellen's tongue joined in the open-mouthed kissing as she unbuttoned Belle's double-breasted suit coat. Pushing aside Belle's necktie, the lesbian nursing student began to eagerly fondle the 40-ish woman's big breasts while unbuttoning Belle's mannish dress shirt. The older magazine editor was more than a little surprised by the young girl's sexual brazenness.
As Mary Ellen began to undress, she rued the machinations that women had to go through to get "properly" dressed. First to come off was the young girl's hat, followed by her tweed coat. Belle's hands roamed across the front of Mary Ellen's silky blouse, finding the teenager's modest breasts.
Mary Ellen eventually got down to a flesh-colored slip. Beneath the slip was a similarly-colored garter belt, panties, and silk stockings. By this time, Belle was eagerly helping the 18-year-old to undress. Belle couldn't believe her good luck that the pretty, young nursing student didn't require any additional coaxing into her bed.
Raising Mary Ellen's knee-length slip over her head, Belle was surprised that that the teenager wasn't wearing a bra. Belle's eager hands gripped and squeezed Mary Ellen's nascent breasts, teasing the 18-year-old's raised brownish nipples.
Belle's white dress shirt was now unbuttoned, and Mary Ellen began to return the older woman's affections, squeezing her big boobs. To Mary Ellen's surprise, Belle was wearing a union suit instead of lingerie. The union suit was a one-piece undergarment that all of the male members of the Walton family wore beneath their outer garments.
Moments later, Mary Ellen was completely naked, and was helping Belle out of her mannish, loose-fitting union suit. The prospective nursing student gasped when Belle's big boobs were at last revealed. Mary Ellen had only seen the modest breasts of the barnstorming motorcycle racer and her nursing mentor, as well as the tiny boobs of her younger sister, Erin, and the 13-year-old mountain girl that Mary Ellen had seduced.
Belle smiled as Mary Ellen energetically fondled her boobs. She had welcomed Mary Ellen into her apartment only minutes before, and now the 18-year-old was already naked, and seemed to have no qualms about having a lesbian one-night stand.
Moving to sit on the edge of her bed, Belle stopped Mary Ellen's avaricious hands, and asked the young girl to stand before her and to slowly turn around.
Mary Ellen's taut, slender body was tan from a recent skinny dip in a secluded Charlottesville pond with her older lover, Miss Desmond. The 18-year-old was athletically lean, with small but pert, youthful upturned breasts. Mary Ellen's thighs and hamstrings were solid and muscled from a life of sports, and her curly brown pubic hair caused Belle's heart to beat rapidly in anticipation.
The naked girl turned slowly and proudly, allowing Belle to soak in every inch of her maturing body. Motioning for the teen to come closer, Belle opened her legs as she sat on the edge of the bed. Surrounding Mary Ellen's young body in her eager arms, Belle avidly ran her hands up and down Mary Ellen's smooth back, finally settling on Mary Ellen's muscular butt cheeks.
With the older woman excitedly squeezing her athletic ass, Mary Ellen leaned down to kiss the top of Belle's dark-haired head, inhaling the familiar smell of Brylcreem as the mannish-looking woman eagerly caressed her young, naked body.
Mary Ellen squirmed a little when Belle's impatient hand emerged from between her legs to make a few tentative swipes of the teenager's brown-haired pussy.
While Belle was a little plump, the pinstriped suit had exaggerated her features, making her appear squatter and pudgier than she actually was. Removing her left hand from Mary Ellen's firm ass, she began to rub her dark, thickly-haired pussy while caressing the naked teenager. Raising up slightly, she encapsulated one of the nursing student's modest breasts into her experienced mouth.
Mary Ellen could feel Belle's tongue avidly circling her nipple and areola, while alternately sucking and releasing her young breasts with a satisfied, audible smacking sound.
Still sitting on the bed, Belle positioned Mary Ellen on her lap. Leaning the naked teenager backward, Belle pressed Mary Ellen's face into one of her massive boobs. Mary Ellen had always enjoyed fondling and sucking the breasts of her lesbian partners. The 18-year-old needed no encouragement as she excitedly pawed and feasted on Belle's big breasts.
Laying on the bed, the naked teenager made small crying sounds as the experienced, older lesbian voraciously licked and prodded her youthful pussy. Mary Ellen's stomach undulated and her athletic legs flailed as Belle skillfully brought the 18-year-old to orgasm after orgasm.
Placing one of her breasts between Mary Ellen's legs, Belle pushed the large mammary in-and-out of the nursing student's willing pussy before rubbing her plump breasts and body across the slender body of the naked Virginia teen.
Straddling Mary Ellen's face, the teenager surprised the older woman with her cunnilingus skills. Clearly, this was not Mary Ellen's first time with another woman, but Belle did not query the sexually cooperative teen as they made passionate love until the early hours of morning.
Dressing quickly in order to be able to get to her nursing seminar on time, Mary Ellen hoped that the other students wouldn't be able to smell the scent on sex coming from her. Taking a sip of coffee, Mary Ellen accepted a quick kiss from Belle, who also took the opportunity for a final feel of Mary Ellen's youthful breasts before the nursing student hurried from the Greenwich Village apartment.
The End.
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