Chapter 1: Cassandra's MILF Desire

“Oh, my god, Cassandra, check out what Deidre posted on her Facebook page,” Lana, my best friend, said. “It’s a pic of her and her sister with their cheeks pressed together, looking so happy. Oh, god, it’s so corny. ‘Closest sisters in the world, ‘ it says.”

“Really?” I said with a giggle, reaching for my phone beside me to check out the post. Deidre had gotten real weird the last few weeks of school, spending all the time with her younger sister, Keily. And now that summer break was on, it was impossible to get her to do anything.

Lana and I both giggled as we stared at her Facebook timeline. It was full of pictures of Deidre and Keily. The chaise lounge chair I sat on creaked as I shifted my bikini-clad body. I was over at Lana’s house, my best friend and next door neighbor, sunning in her backyard beside the pool. It was a summer tradition we had been doing since we were kids. And now that we were sixteen, the pair of us celebrating our birthdays last month, it was vital we kept it up.

We had to look hot. Of course, Lana and I had different reasons for wanting to look hot.

And we did look hot. We were both gorgeous, with long legs and breasts, though mine were larger and rounder, but she had a nice pair of conical mounds. Our bellies were flat. She had gorgeous, blonde hair, and I had my fiery locks that I kept clear of my shoulders so they would tan properly. Our bikinis were tiny, little triangles to cover our naughty bits and not much else. Maximizing the amount of skin the Washington’s summer sun could bathe.

“I can’t wait for the slumber party tomorrow,” Lana said. “Even if we can’t get Deidre to come. And, frankly, she’d probably drag her bratty sister with her. But the others are all in. It will be a blast. Daddy’s even going to be out of town, so it’s only Mom we have to get around. And she’s such a heavy sleeper.”

I tingle washed through me. Lana wanted to look hot for boys, and I pretended that, too, but my true passions lay with Mrs. Teller, Lana’s mother.

Alessa Teller was just a perfect woman. She was a blonde goddess, her body so curvy and mature, her breasts so large and soft. She always had this sultry smile. And the way she moved ... Unlike my other friends moms, or even my own, she hadn’t let herself go. She still had long hair and a tight body. I had seen her jog so many times in those skin-tight shorts.

The first time I ever masturbated was to Mrs. Teller. I just happened to glance out my bedroom window and into hers. There she was, naked and masturbating on her bed, having forgotten to close her shades. Just seeing those lush mounds awakened something in me. A fire that had grown hotter and hotter as I aged.

Sometimes, I wondered if I was still friends with the pushy Lana just so I could hang around and ogle her mother. I especially wondered that when Lana was being condescending or homophobic. And right now she was being kinda a cunt about Deidre and her sister. I thought it was kinda cute that they were so close now.

Lana was still prattling on and on about Deidre being so weird when the goddess herself emerged from the house. The whisk of the sliding glass door snapped my attention from my phone. Mrs. Teller emerged, wearing a blue bikini, not as skimpy as ours, but the cups strained to hold her bouncing breasts as she sauntered out to join us.

Instantly, my pussy clenched and soaked my bikini bottoms. My nipples hardened, poking at my top. My cheeks flushed. I tried not to drool as her hips rolled from side to side, her long legs so gorgeous. I wanted to lick up them and reach their apex. To push aside that Lycra triangle and lick and nuzzle at her pussy.

My thighs pressed together.

“Hi, girls,” she said in that purring tone of hers. It was like she knew I lusted after her and had to tease me by sounding just so hot and throaty and wanton, like the women in the lesbian pornos I masturbated too. I loved MILF seducing younger women porn, especially when the MILF’s were blonde.

“Hi, Mom,” Lana said without looking up at her mother.

“Hi, Mrs. Teller,” I croaked as she sauntered by and reached the chaise lounge on the other side of Lana, sitting down and snagging the tanning lotion.

“Wonderful day for sunning, isn’t it?”

I nodded my head, my pussy on fire. I couldn’t sit her and watch her rub tanning lotion across her lush body. Just seeing her start on her arms, making her tan-golden skin glisten sent ripples of heat through me. My hands clenched, my desires burning so hot for her.

“I have to use the restroom,” I squeaked, popping to my feet.

“Kay,” Lana said, still looking at her phone.

Mrs. Teller just smiled at me. Then I fled, my bare feet slapping on the wooden decking around their pool as I raced to their house, pushing open the sliding glass door and darting inside. It wasn’t much cooler indoors. Like most houses in Western Washington, the Tellers didn’t have AC.

My feet slapped across the hardwood floors as I raced for the upstairs window. My heart beat so fast, my bikini bottoms hugging tight to my wet pussy. My red hair flounced behind me as I took the stairs two at a time. I reached the landing, darting to the my right and crashing through the bathroom door. I slammed it shut and went straight for the window.

I peered out of the round opening and shivered as Mrs. Teller rubbed the tanning lotion on her thighs. My hands shot down to my bikini bottoms and shoved the stretchy material out of my way. I rubbed my shaved flesh and found my wet folds.

“Yes,” I hissed, my cheeks flushed. My fingers plunged into my pussy. I was a virgin, but my hymen was broken early on in my gymnastic career. “Mrs. Teller!”

My masturbation was frantic, fast, my heart racing as I watched the MILF slather her body in the tanning lotion. She stroked her sleek legs, rubbing up her inner thighs right to the edge of her bikini, coming so close to touching that wonderful place. My pussy clenched on my fingers as she worked on the other leg.

I wanted to touch her so badly. Several times I had rubbed tanning lotion on her back when she asked, stroking her flesh, aching to be bold enough to reach down and slip my fingers beneath her bikini bottoms to grip her ass or to reach around and squeeze her breasts.

But fear always held me back.

“Oh, Mrs. Teller, cover that hot body,” I moaned, two fingers plunging in and out of my depths, stirring my hot flesh with such passion. “Oh, yes. Mmm, now rub up to those tits. Cover your stomach.”

My clit throbbed as the fingers from my left hand rubbed at it, the right plunging faster and faster into my pussy. My toes curled against the linoleum. My nipples ached in my bikini top. My breasts jiggled as my body trembled. Every thrust of my fingers, pretending they were Mrs. Teller’s, sent pleasure shooting through my body.

“Mmm, I would treat that body right,” I moaned. “I would love it.”

Her hands worked up her stomach, oiling her flesh, reaching for her bikini top. Her breasts heaved and jiggled as she worked, straining to break free of the constraining bikini top. I imagined them naked, tanned golden brown like the rest of her, her nipples thick and fast, just perfect for sucking on.

I would love her body. I would suck and nurse and nibble on her nipples. My pussy clenched harder on my plunging fingers. My clit ached and throbbed. Pleasure shot through me as I rubbed and frigged myself faster and faster. My breath squeaked out of me.

“Mrs. Teller! I’ll love you. I’ll lick your pussy. I’ll even fuck it. I’ll buy a strap-on and fuck your pussy so hard. Harder than Mr. Teller even would. You’d love me. I know you would.”

Fantasies danced through my mind as I masturbated so hard. Mrs. Teller lying on her bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy covered by a her blonde bush, fingers beckoning. I had a fleshy dildo thrusting from my groin, strapped to me.

Fuck me, Cassandra, the MILF moaned in my imagination. Please, please, I need you. I need to feel that big cock fucking me. My husband doesn’t please me.

“I will, Mrs. Teller,” I promised as she coated the exposed parts of her breasts with the tanning lotion, fingers dipping down between her mounds.

I focused on my fantasy, ripples of pleasure washing through me as I came closer and closer to my orgasm. My body trembled as in my fantasy, I advanced on her. She pulled me to her, guiding the dildo to her pussy.

Fuck me, Cassandra!

“Yes,” I hissed, closing my eyes, capturing her beauty, the wanton delight in her blue eyes, her heaving breasts as I slammed the dildo into her, her arms pulling me down for a hot kiss, her breasts rubbing on mine while I pumped my cock in and out of her pussy.

My cunt clenched on my digits. I imagined they were my cock fucking her pussy, feeling how tight and wet and silky she was. My clit ached and throbbed. My head arched backward. My body trembled as the rapture built. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, Mrs. Teller, your pussy’s so hot. So tight.”

Your cock’s so big. Love me! Make me cum!

“I will, Mrs. Teller,” I moaned, wishing for it to be true so badly.

My fingers plunged into my pussy’s depths. My back arched. Pleasure exploded through me. My pussy spasmed on my digits. My clit throbbed against my clit. My head leaned against the glass window as the rapture flooded through my body.

My eyes fluttered. My forehead squeaked as it slid across the cool surface of the glass. My body trembled as my orgasm peaked in me. I shivered, smiling, buzzing with delight. I stared down at the MILF, aching for my fantasies to become realities and...

Where was Lana?

Footsteps slapped up the stairs. I whipped my head around, pulling my fingers out of my pussy as they stopped at the door. “Are you still in there, Cassandra?”

“Yes?” I answered, flushing.

“Who are you masturbating too?” Lana asked with a giggle.

“Oh, my god, Lana,” I gasped, my cheeks burning. “I’m so not doing that.”

“Riiiight,” Lana laughed. “Is it Jason? Or Brian? Ooh, Conner. God, he’s so cute.”

“I’m not masturbating,” I said again, grabbing toilet paper and wiping my fingers. “Just got lost on Facebook while peeing.”

“Gross! You stare at your phone on the toilet? That’s what guys do.”

I dabbed at my shaved vulva then threw the toilet paper into the toilet and flushed. I washed my hands for good measure. I hoped that it didn’t smell too much like hot pussy in here. I opened the door and blinked.

Lana held a large, green envelope in her hand, the address on the front written in flowing, cursive script, the ink silver. She arched an eyebrow, turning the letter around. There was a wax seal keeping the envelope shut.

“This is so weird,” Lana said, shoving the letter at me. “Look.”

To: Miss Cassandra Riley

The Upstairs Bathroom

1012 Polk St

Parkland, WA, 98444

“The fuck,” I said. “Why is it addressed to me but has your address?” I was 1016.

“Weirder, they knew you were in the bathroom not masturbating,” Lana said, her blue eyes sparkling.

“Is this a joke?” I asked, glancing at the return address:

From: Leanan Sidhe

The Aviary

1 Summer Lane

Phoenix, Arizona 85009

“Leanan Sidhe?” I asked Lana. “Where did you come up with that?”

“I didn’t. Mom had me check the mail and that was in the mailbox.” Lana shook her head. “This is so weird. Who do you know in Phoenix?”

“No one,” I said.

“Well, are you going to open it?”

“What’s inside?” I gave her a suspicious look.

Lana shrugged. “I really don’t know. I didn’t do this. I promise.” She crossed her heart above her bikini top. “See.”

“Okay,” I said slowly. My thumb cracked the seal. “But if there’s anything weird in here...” I arched an eyebrow.

“It won’t be my fault,” she protested.

I pulled out the letter and glitter spilled out with it, coating my fingers. I unfurled the letter, which looked written on old fashion paper. It wasn’t computer paper or notebook paper, but thicker and with a yellow tinge to it. I unfolded it and saw more of the silver cursive. It was so neat, even beautiful, like something written two hundred years ago.

My dearest Miss Cassandra Riley,

I am writing to you in regards to your wish that you most fervently expressed. I recognize the desire bursting in your heart. I know that you believe it to be the most wicked in nature, but I assure you, I find it beautiful.

Which is why I am writing you this letter expressing my deepest desire to make your wish come true. Like you, I have burned for the charms of an older lover. The same heat that ignited your nethers burns within mine. Oh, how I sang with the birds as I experienced my own shuddering delight from the force of your pleasure.

So expect my visit tonight, my dearest Miss Cassandra, and know that your deepest wish shall be granted.

Yours in fellowship,

Leanan Sidhe

Esq. of Summer

“Well?” Lana asked.

My cheeks were beat red. How did this Leanan Sidhe know that I lusted after Mrs. Teller? There was no way Lana would have written this. She would think it was gross. I had the hots for her mom. Lana pretended she was supportive of LGBT persons in public, but we were close, and she had made clear her disgust of lesbians many times.

She wouldn’t turn my desires into a prank.

“Just ... a prank,” I said. “Like I thought. I bet Marissa or Kelly sent it. They know I’m here almost every day.”

“But in the bathroom?” Lana frowned.

“They got lucky?” I guessed, holding the letter to my chest.

“Well, can I see it?” she asked.

“No!” I gasped.

She snatched it out of my hands, the paper partially ripping. Her eyes widened as she read it. “Ooh, who’s this older lover you have a crush on. Is it Marrissa’s dad? God, he’s such a hunk. I’d let him give me a mustache ride.”

“Yeah,” I lied, my cheeks flushing. Marrissa’s dad kind of looked like Tom Selleck, complete with the thick mustache. “That’s it.”

“That’s who you were masturbating to?” Lana asked. “You should really spray the Febreze after you finish. You must have been sooooo wet.”

“Oh, god,” I groaned, cheeks flushing.

“The rest of this is weird,” Lana said. “Do you think they’re coming over tonight?”

“I don’t know,” I said, trembling. I had no idea what to make about the letter. Who was this Leanan Sidhe? And what made her a lawyer for summer. My dad was a lawyer, and he had esquire at the end of his name on all his business cards.

How could this Leanan Sidhe make my dreams come true. And why was she masturbating in an aviary? Wasn’t that like a bird cage or something. Lana dragged me downstairs to the pool away from her mother to gossip about Marrissa’s dad.

I had to keep lying, pretending about all the things I liked about him.

“What are you two girls talking about?” Mrs. Teller asked at one point. “Boys?”

“Men,” Lana answered. “Cassandra desires an older lover.”

My cheeks burned.

“Oh, I remember those desires when I was your age,” Mrs. Teller smiled as she stood up, stretching. “I’m going to start on dinner. Are you staying, Cassandra?”

I nodded quickly, trying not to stare as she sauntered by. Her bikini had ridden into the crack of her butt, showing more of her flesh. I wanted to fix her bottoms, to slide my fingers beneath her cloth and feel the silk of her ass.

“My god, just imagine that mustache rubbing on your pussy,” Lana moaned. “You’re shaved, right?”

I nodded my head, imagining a different mouth to ride upon.

I enjoyed dinner, then Lana and I settled down on the couch, watching TV, changed into clothing that hid a bit more of our flesh than our bikinis—a tennis skirt and tank top for me, a belly shirt and jean shorts for her. We found a raunchy comedy to watch while her parents went upstairs.

At some point, I found myself getting tired. I leaned onto the couch’s arm, dozing off as Bridesmaids played. The letter sprang back into my mind. Who had written it? How had they known I was here? In the bathroom?

Where they really coming?

Why?

But I was too tired to really ponder these questions. My eyes closed, the movie fading into the background along with my questions of the mysterious letter writer. Those questions really didn’t matter right now. I sank down into my dreams.

And to the chirping of birds.

They sang around me, forming complex harmonies of such breathtaking beauty. I opened my eyes and found a garden of unsurpassed beauty around me. Vibrant-green plants grew thick like a jungle, trees with broad canopies rising around me. Flowering bushes and vines splashed color everywhere. Blues, purples, oranges, reds, yellows. They perfumed the air with such sweetness. I smiled, staring at it all as I sat up. Above the trees, I could see a silver frame forming hexagonal panes of glass, forming a dome around the gardens.

And then, in the trees, I caught fluttering movement. The songbirds serenading me moved about on the twigs. Some had dull feathers, brown or blacks, but others were colorful, with exciting plumages flashing through the green leaves as they shifted around, chirping their songs. There must be over a hundred species of songbirds in the aviary.

“One-hundred-and-twenty-three,” a girlish voice said from behind me.

I spun around. Blinked. Even for a dream, I wasn’t expecting the figure hovering in the air between a flowering bush and a small pond. Her wings were a gossamer blur, buzzing like hummingbird wings. She was naked, her body petite, almost childish, but there was nothing childish about her silver eyes.

They were ancient.

I trembled as they arrested my gaze. I felt so small, so insignificant, a little blip in existence before something as old as our sun. Something that measured life in quantities that I couldn’t even comprehend.

And then I realized that she was naked.

Really naked.

Her breasts were small mounds, just budding from her chest and topped by pink nipples. Her hair fell in a curtain of green about her shoulders and breasts, the color of the vibrant ground cover I sat upon before her. My eyes descended her body to her boyish hips and the sweep of her hips funneling me right towards her hairless pussy.

And her huge cock.

I blinked.

A huge cock.

The beautiful fairy hovering before me had a cock.

“How did I dream you up?” I gasped, so certain this had to be a dream.

She laughed and the birds trilled with her. “Your imagination did not conjure my aspect, my dearest Miss Cassandra. I am sure if you had, I would be far more amply curved like the ravishing Mrs. Teller.”

I blushed, images of the buxom MILF flashing through my mind, my pussy getting so wet and itchy and...

I was naked. I could feel the ground cover’s small leaves tickling my ass and my shaved pussy. My hands leaped to my breasts, covering them while I squeezed my thighs shut. My cheeks must be as crimson as my hair right now.

“Such maidenly bashfulness is not required, my dear Miss Cassandra,” the fairy purred, her wings humming louder. “Though the color blossoming across your cheeks is most becoming.”

“What is going on?” I blurted out. “Who are you? Why do you have a cock? And wings? You’re a fairy. Right? Why do fairy’s have dicks? Where is this? Is this a dream? It has to be dream. I’m asleep on Mrs. Teller’s couch.”

“You are, indeed, asleep on the buxom Mrs. Teller’s couch,” agreed the fairy. “And as to whom I am, I thought that would be so very clear. Did you not receive the letter I sent you? Did you not read its words of promise that I am here to deliver.”

“Letter ... You’re Leanan Sidhe? What kinda of lawyer appears naked in my dreams with fairy wings and a cock!”

“Esquire used to mean something far more grand than the prosaic and mundane profession of lawyer,” sighed the fairy. “The Queen of Summer and the Seelie Court of the Tuatha de Danaan herself bestowed the title upon my slender shoulders.”