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It was a warm summer afternoon. Karen Anderson tried to concentrate on her salad and her magazine as she sat in the mall food court, but she was distracted by the young snow leopardess a few tables away. She kept glancing up to watch the girl, who looked to be about 13 years old, where she sat slowly sipping a milkshake. Thin and stunningly beautiful, she had spotted pale grey fur and huge eyes, such a light shade of blue that they were nearly silver. Her long straight hair glowed in the overhead lighting, nearly the same color as her eyes. Her lips formed a sexy bow around the straw when she drank, full and pouty as a supermodel's.

However, Karen was not in the habit of ogling young anthromorphs in public. In fact, the thirty seven year old wolf was (mostly) happily married, and had a little cub of her own, twelve year-old Amy. She had never had a lesbian encounter, or even a though in that direction. Sex for Karen was between a man and a woman, inside of marriage only.

And if she were honest with herself, it wasn't that great, or frequent...

But she couldn't tear her eyes away from this gorgeous creature sitting all alone across from her. It was strange to see a child her age in a mall this early in the afternoon on a school day, but Karen figured she must have gotten out early, or that she was home-schooled. The young leopardess wore a bright blue skin-tight t-shirt that fell three inches short of the top of her pleated skirt, which was white in color and very short. She wore simple flip-flops on her feet, showing off her painted toenails. The mall's air conditioning made it clear that she wasn't wearing a bra, as her nipples stood out clearly from her nearly flat chest, poking through the thin material of her top. As Karen watched, the girl uncrossed and re-crossed her long slender legs; slowly enough that the older female got a clear view of her black panties.

Lost in the view, it took Karen a long moment to tear her gaze from the mysterious girl's crotch. But once she did, she looked up to see that the lovely young lady was looking her right in the eyes. Embarrassed, she looked back down to her magazine, not even really focusing on anything on the page. An embarrassed flush spread across her face and chest, and every nerve in her body seemed to be telling her to from the food court. Only her weak, wobbly knees were keeping her in her seat.

She wondered what the girl was thinking about, now that she knew Karen had been ogling her. She knew she was an attractive anthro, at the very least. She was fairly tall, at 5'-7", and her wavy auburn hair still had its natural luster with no grey. It was a sharp contrast to her white fur, nearly pure optic white in color. She had put on a few extra pounds since giving birth to her daughter, but the weight was evenly distributed, making her body voluptuous rather than fat. Her most prominent feature, she knew, was her breasts. They were a natural 40DD, and she had always supported them enough so that they didn't sag more than they had when she was twenty-five. Her hips were wide enough to balance out the size of her chest, and she still had that noticeable hourglass shape.

She was dressed conservatively, in a light red button-down blouse and a knee-length gray skirt with pantyhose, and a substantial brassier holding onto her heavy breasts. It formed a line of cleavage that showed even though she had only left the top 2 buttons of her blouse undone. Although not an exhibitionist, she was very proud of her body, and didn't mind the stares she often noticed from both men and women.

Nervously, she glanced back up to see that the snow leopardess was no longer looking at her, so she returned to snatching surreptitious glances at the captivating beauty. Finally, the girl looked back at her, and flashed a shy, brilliant smile full of straight white teeth. Karen smiled back nervously and looked down, then looked right back up to see the girl still looking her way.

Having no idea why she was doing it, Karen found herself standing up from her table and making her way slowly toward the beautiful young anthro. It was as if her body was moving itself, as if drawn by magnetism to the beauty of the child. She only came to her senses as she stood in front of the girl, who looked up at her expectantly with a welcoming smile on her radiant face. Up close, she looked even more beautiful, with flawlessly groomed fur and long, delicate eyelashes. Her long and spotted tail wagged behind her eagerly.

"Uh... hi." Karen heard herself say. Come on girl, get a hold of yourself, she thought, she's just a girl. What do you want here, anyway?

"Hi yourself," came the reply. The girl's voice was high and clear, similar in tone to Karen's daughter, making her sound even younger than she looked.

"I saw you sitting over here," Karen began again. Very good, start with the totally obvious. "And I was wondering..." What were you wondering, what she looks like naked? "...do you babysit?"Babysit? That's what you came up with?

The teenager gave her a smile that clearly said, 'I know what you want, lady, and it isn't babysitting.' But what she said was, "Yes, I babysit sometimes. My name's Trixie, what's yours?"

"Karen... Anderson." the middle-aged wife and mother stammered. "Mrs. Anderson."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Anderson." the gorgeous girl greeted her. "Won't you have a seat?"

Karen sank gratefully into a chair opposite the girl, which gave her a remarkable view up Trixie's skirt when she glanced down. Unselfconsciously, the young teen set both feet on the floor, opening her legs enough to display a disarming camel toe. The two women discussed the possibility of Trixie sitting for Amy. It turned out that Trixie was 15, and admitted that people always thought her to be much younger. She lived just a few miles away from Karen and her family, so the trips to and from her house would be easy.

Taking a deep breath, Karen went for it. "School will be over in a couple of hours, Trixie... would you like to come meet Amy?" This was obviously a pick-up line, as there was no reason for the teenager to go to this stranger's house this far ahead of school letting out, and no reason to meet the child prior to a sitting gig at any rate. Karen waited breathlessly for the rejection she knew must be coming.

Trixie leaned forward, her stunning face so close to Karen's that the wolf and leopardess's lips mere inches apart. "I'd love to go home with you, Mrs. Anderson" the girl said, so softly that Karen had to lean forward to hear her better. She could feel the young girl's breath on her lips when she spoke. Karen could feel her nipples getting hard, and she felt an all-too rare tingle from between her legs as she stared into Trixie's huge blue eyes. It suddenly dawned on her that the girl had answered the question Karen meant to ask, not the one she had actually asked.

But it was already a done deal. They rose from the table, and Karen led the way out of the mall to her car. She looked back several times to see Trixie staring at her ass admiringly from behind. Smiling to herself without realizing it, Karen put a little extra sway in her walk as she took the girl to her car.

Trixie talked excitedly throughout the twenty minute car ride. Karen adored the girl's voice; it was like listening to a chirping bird. So high, sweet and childlike. So sexy... Karen struggled to keep her eyes on the road. Trixie was leaning into the corner between the door and the seat, with her left leg bent at the knee, resting on the seat beside her, affording an excellent view of her panty-clad crotch. Karen felt sweat trickling between her large breasts, and her pussy was now leaking her excitement into her panties. Pulling into her driveway, it was all she could do not to grab the child by the wrist and drag her into the house to rape her.

What she actually did was park in the garage and led the sexy little minx in through the living room. She set down her purse on the kitchen counter and turned to find the four and a half foot tall anthro suddenly standing so close that her breasts brushed across the teenager's collar bone. Trixie put her small hands on Karen's hips and stood up on her toes to plant a soft, lingering kiss on the startled wolf's lips. Karen felt a soft flutter as the young girl flicked her pink tongue across the older woman's lips as she settled back on her heels without a word.

Karen stood staring vividly into the beautiful leopardess' shining eyes, not able to talk or even breathe. Trixie looked away, breaking the moment, and moved past her host into the kitchen. By this point, Karen knew that she was totally under this child's control, but for some reason, she wasn't at all concerned. She showed the girl around the house, and then left her in the living room while she changed into more comfortable clothes.

But while the older woman was gone, the teenager took a tiny video recorder from her small purse, and set it on a side table in the living room with a perfect view of the couch. She rearranged the silk plants that decorated the table to conceal the device, taking special care to block the small recording light. When Karen came back downstairs, Trixie was sitting on the couch, waiting. She patted the cushion next to her and the wolf took the seat, comfortable but still full of uncertainty.

Trixie lifted a picture from the end table next to her. "Is this your daughter?" she asked.

"Yes, that's Amy," the proud mother replied. Her daughter was nearly identical to herself, though her fur was a darker shade of white thanks to her father's genes.

"She's beautiful," Trixie said. "I'd love to spend time with her."

Spend time with her, Karen thought. Not watch her, or sit with her. Interesting... For some reason, the idea that this smoking hot teenager might have had more than a financial interest in her twelve-year old daughter turned her on even more.

"You look great," Trixie commented.

Karen had changed into a tight-fitting purple top with spaghetti straps and no bra. Her huge breasts strained at the material, and her excited, hard nipples threatened to tear through the stretchy fabric. A pair of khaki shorts finished the outfit. Karen had long, toned legs, and the shorts showed them off to good advantage.

Trixie put a tiny warm hand on Karen's leg, just above the knee. "What should we do while we wait for your daughter, Mrs. Anderson?" Trixie said softly, leaning forward. Karen said nothing, and leaned into the girl's kiss, giving in to her desires and relinquishing any and all morality. Trixie's hand slid up and down the older woman's bare thigh softly as their tongues intertwined. Karen put a hand on Trixie's shoulder, and the young girl put her other hand behind the housewife's head, forcing their muzzles even closer together.

Not breaking the increasingly wet kiss, Trixie climbed into Karen's lap, settling her knees on either side of her thighs. Their kiss grew more and more urgent, and Karen grabbed the bottom of the girl's shirt, pulling it up and off, breaking the kiss only momentarily. She covered the teenager's flat chest with wet kisses, biting and sucking the hard pink nipples that stood out from the fluff between her tiny mounds of breasts.

As she suckled the under-aged girl's nipples, she reached behind to grab her butt, pushing the short skirt up and out of the way. She discovered that the leopardess wore thong underwear, and delighted in the feel of the warm twin globes of her firm ass. Trixie stood and quickly shed her mini skirt and thong, lying back down next to Karen with her shapely legs spread apart invitingly.

Karen was getting hotter and hotter. She knelt between the child's legs on the couch, and leaned forward to plant hot kisses on the girl's sexy chest and belly. She moved downward toward a widely spread, beautiful pussy; wet and inviting. For the first time in her life, she tasted another girl's cunt, and she loved it. All of her pent up sexual frustration, from years of neglect, bubbled to the surface, turning to sexual aggression. She sucked and nibbled at the teenager's slick pussy lips, and closing on her clit, began to suck hard. Trixie gasped and moaned through her orgasm, flooding Karen's mouth with her juices, which the suburban wife and mother lapped up greedily.

Karen stood long enough to slip out of her shorts and panties then climbed onto the slender girl's chest, rubbing her cunt against the girl's sternum; leaving a trail of slime on her chest. Leaning over the girl, she pinned her thin arms up over her head and prepared to sit on her face. She was lost in the lust and aggression of the moment, and wanted to dominate this girl, control her as Karen had been controlled since seeing her at the mall. Karen felt a long wet tongue slide sinuously into her dripping cunt, swirling around and around and leaving no part untouched.

In just a few minutes, the girl's skillful tongue had Karen quivering and yelling her way through a thundering orgasm. Her tits swung and heaved as she shook. Panting and sweating, Karen climbed down from her perch on the girl's face, leaning over to smother the beaming, slimy face with kisses.

The two of them lay on the couch together for some time, unable and unwilling to keep their hands off of each other while basking in the afterglow of their amazing sex. "You should get cleaned up before Amy comes home," Trixie finally whispered. Karen looked at the clock and realized that the young teen was right. She stood up on her long shaky legs and went upstairs to shower the sweat and sex from her body.

When Trixie heard the water running, she scampered over to grab her camera, turned it off and placed it back in her purse. The recording served a double purpose, however. She could use it to blackmail the woman if necessary and she would also supply a copy of the video to her brother-in-law. He was a successful producer of child porn. He could use this recording as a short piece to be downloaded from that place in Romania he used sometimes. He was pretty nice, for a guy, even if he had married her dumb sister.

It was her tits, she figured; _those huge fun-bags of hers attracted a lot of attention. That and the fact she's a dumb submissive slut._Trixie lay back down on the couch with a satisfied smirk on her gorgeous face. Thinking of her brother in law had reminded her that she hadn't seen her little nieces in a while. Kimmy and Becky were both adorable little sluts, even if Becky was less willing than her horny sister. She'd have to see them soon...

But that would have to wait until she had secured emotional control of her latest conquest. This lady was one confused, fucked up slut. She couldn't wait to get total control over this woman's mind. The daughter had possibilities, too. A plan took shape in her twisted young mind.

Let's see how far I can push this one, she thought.