Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Purple Les

I am nine years old now, everyone calls me Katy, except for one time when there was a substitute teacher at school, and my mom when I am in trouble. I try not to get in trouble ’cause when Mom yells out ‘Kathleen Anne Watson, come here this instant!’ it makes me sick to my stomach.

I live with just my mom. My dad is in Arlington Cemetery. But I didn’t come here to talk about that stuff. I came here to talk about sex.

Yeah, I know what you are thinking, what does a nine-year-old know about sex? Well I know everything. I know about how babies are made, I know about sex diseases, I know about fucking ’cause I have seen lots of porno, and that’s how I know all about all sorts of weird sex too. Most of what I seen online in porno is just funny or stupid or sick, but sometimes it can be sort of hot too — sometimes.

Anyway, I like to read and talk about sex, and I know others do too, so I have read a lot of stuff and thought maybe I should write something to see if anything I have done might be exciting to anyone. I know some things I read I don’t like, or it’s interesting but doesn’t do anything for me, and sometimes I read one that’s so awesome I have to play with myself while I read it. Like ones where girls my age have sex with their sisters and moms and stuff. I don’t have any sisters but you know I have a mom. I admit I’ve thought about it.

But I want to tell you about my cousin Sammie. Her real name is Samantha, but everyone always just calls her Sammie. She’s older than me, she’s 16 now. Yeah, we had sex, and I want to tell you ’bout it, but I got to tell you some other stuff first or nothing will make any sense to you.

I figured out how to play with myself when I was 7 or 8. I would climb on the monkey bars or slide down a pole and it felt neat, so one day I tried to put my teddy bear between my legs and it felt neat, too. In bed at night if I couldn’t fall asleep right away, I would try touching myself down there, and sometimes I could feel really good. Actually, not really good. REALLY good!!

The best was laying on my tummy with my hands under me down there and rubbing around or pushing against my hands.

Also, I found out one time that by pushing myself against the washing machine during the spin cycle, well I didn’t know it at the time, but it gave me a cum. A real good cum. A cum if you don’t know already is an orgasm.

One time I tried that with my pants pulled down, and just when I was about to have a really good cum I heard ‘Kathleen Anne Watson, what on earth..!?’

Well, Mom wasn’t quite as mad as I thought she would be. But I got a long talking to. It wasn’t a mean talking to, she told me a lot of stuff, you know about our bodies and our girl parts and stuff.

So one night in bed I figured out the best place to rub myself, which for me is this little bump right at the top of my slit, and I had good cums after that whenever I wanted to, and I didn’t get caught no more either, though I missed using the washing machine. Since catching me, Mom would only wash clothes when I wasn’t home.

Then one time when I was in 3rd grade, I was in the bathroom at school with my best friend Mary. We was just going out when these three sixth grade girls came in. One of them said, “Yeah, you brats better scram.”

And then another one of them said, “Yeah, you better unless you wanna rub off with us!” Then they all laughed.

We went out but I forgot my book on the sink and went back in. They looked at me and I told them I just forgot my book, but one of them locked the door, and another one of them said, “Did you forget your book, or did you want to join us?”

I just shrugged, and this one who looked older than the rest ’cause she had boobs said, “Do you know what rubbing off is, squirt?”

I said, “Is it like playing with yourself?”

Another girl who was very pretty but had no boobs and had long blonde hair said, “Hey, she’s not so dumb for a 1st grader!” and they all laughed,

I said, “I’m eight and I’m in the 3rd grade!” And they were all like, well la De DA, excuse us, miss 3rd grader. The three of them whispered to each other and looked excited and laughed.

Then the third girl, who I thought looked kind of like a boy more than a girl said, “We’ll let you out, but if you ever tell anyone what we said you’re dead, understand?”

I swore I would never tell anyone, and then the one with boobs said, “If you want to do it with us you can, then we’ll be sure you won’t tell.”

I don’t know why I said okay. I was scared but I had wondered about other girls doing that so I was more curious than scared.

I watched as they reached up under their skirts and pulled down their panties and lifted their skirts up. They started rubbing themselves. The one with boobs had a big black patch of wiry looking, shiny, curly hair down there. The one who looked boyish had no hair there, and the pretty blonde had just a little wisp of light hair there. The blonde girl got on her knees in front of me and pulled my panties down, and told me to lift my skirt. Then she looked real close at my pussy and started to rub her pussy. The other two were watching me, and the boyish one said, “Yeah, real cute. Hey let’s see her ass.” And the blonde turned me around and they were all like ‘mmm, yeah, nice ass,’ which made feel good for some reason. Then I was facing them again and we were all playing with ourselves watching each other. The one with the boobs was sticking her finger in and out of her pussy real fast and it made this wet gloppy noise.

She had a cum, I could tell, and then I had one too, and the boyish one said, “Hey look at her face. She really came! Cool!”

And then boyish girl came, and then the blonde said, “Shit, I’m gonna cum, nice big one , mmm, yeah…” and then there was a loud, pounding sound at the door. We all jumped a foot. I was shaking I was so scared of getting caught.

We heard one of the lady teachers yelling, “What’s going on in there?! Open this door at once! You’d better not be smoking! Open this door right now!”

The sixth graders pulled up their panties, but I had somehow stepped out of mine, and the blonde picked them up and put them in the pocket of her skirt.

Boobs told me to open the door, and they went to the sink and started to wash their hands. I opened the door and the teacher came in real fast saying what’s going on in here and all that stuff. I said the door must have been stuck. She smelled the bathroom air, I guess checking for smoke.

Boobs said, “It’s just like the squirt said. The door must have been stuck or something.”

They were all drying their hands now, but the teacher took my wrists and held my hands to her nose and said, “What have you girls been doing in here? I want the truth!”

The blonde said, “We just had to pee, and we were washing our hands, I guess the kid forgot to wash hers.”

The school bell rang and she told them they could go, but she held me back and told me to wash my hands. Then while I was doing that she said, “Listen Katy, you had better stay away from those three. I know just what was going on in here, and I never want to catch you doing it again. You understand, young lady?”

I didn’t know how she could ever have known, but I could tell she really did know, and I promised her I wouldn’t ever do it again.

After school, the three sixth graders came up to me and Mary, who always walked home with me, and said I better not have squealed on them, and I swore I didn’t, and I said if I had I guess they would have known about it by now, and since they hadn’t got in trouble they believed me. Then the blonde handed me my panties, and said, “Here, I wouldn’t want you to catch cold.” Then they all laughed and walked off.

I shoved my panties in my backpack, and Mary was wide-eyed and wanted to know everything. I told her everything on the way home.

Me and Mary tell each other everything, ’cause we always keep everything we tell each other secret. We don’t do anything sexy with each other. She doesn’t even play with herself, but she liked the idea that I didn’t have underwear on. So when we got to my house we said goodbye. And then as she was walking off, I yelled, “Hey, look!” Then I pulled up my skirt and wiggled my bare butt at her. She laughed and ran off home.

Okay, now about my cousin Sammie and my first real sex with anyone.

I like Sammie. She is so fun and pretty. Her hair is red, and her eyes are blue, and she has boobies, not very big ones, but she is beautiful. And she has a nice butt too. I have seen her in her underwear a couple times, and seen her in her swimsuit, and I love seeing her like that. One time she sat at my desk brushing her long hair and she was just wearing her bra and panties, and she didn’t notice or care that I was on my bed watching her, we were talking but I was really just checking her out, wishing she would get naked, while I lay on my tummy banging the heels of my feet against my butt and wishing I had the nerve to just play with myself right there and then.

I live in Minnesota, way up north in a town that ain’t on the map. Sammie lives way over in Minneapolis, and they visit for a week in the summer. Sammie stays with me and mom.  Her mom and dad — her dad was my dad’s brother, which makes Sammie and me cousins — her dad and mom and little sister stay with my Aunt Billie, who was my dad’s sister. ‘Cause Aunt Billie has more room at her place and she lives in the bigger town south of us that is on the map. Aunt Billie’s real name is Wilhelmina, but don’t call her that unless you want your arm punched hard.

Anyway, they usually come visit in the summer, when it’s like an Amazon rain forest, except the bugs are bigger here than in the Amazon, especially the mosquitoes.

Well that December when we had sex the first time I turned nine. My birthday is a few days before Christmas, which sucks gift and party wise I can tell you. There wasn’t much snow that year, just a foot or so, and they were coming for the holidays. They would be here a day after Christmas. I was thrilled that I wouldn’t have to wait a year to see Sammie.

I love Christmas time — no school, playing with toys, lots of good leftover food, and all the cookies and cakes and pies. It was extra good ’cause Sammie was staying in my room like she always did. My bed is small so she always got the bed, but that was okay with me ’cause I got to sleep in my sleeping bag on the floor, which I love to do.

I always had to go to bed more early than anyone else. My bedroom was upstairs. It was really the attic, and it was cold, but it was all mine. We had a nightlight on the stairway so I wouldn’t kill myself going to the bathroom if I had to at night. I liked it not to be total dark either, they say ghosts aren’t real, but no one really knows that for a fact.

Anyway, my idea was to stay awake till Sammie came to bed, and maybe I could see her undress.

Well when she came up to bed, first off I was laying the wrong way, facing away from the bed. I pretended to be asleep. Sammie got down on the floor and kissed my head, and said, “Goodnight, angel. I love you.” That made me feel so good inside. Sammie was so nice I felt like a creep for even thinking about spying on her. Then I could hear her start to undress, which was kind of exciting in itself. When I heard the zipper on her jeans come down and the sound of her pants and stuff coming off, I was getting real horny. It was fun trying to picture her naked.

I heard her get in bed, and after a little while I heard my bed start to squeak, kinda slow at first. But then it got faster, and then I heard that wet, squishy, gloppy sound. Just like I had heard when I saw that 6th grader play with herself last year.

Holy smokes, I thought to myself, Sammie is rubbing off. I had been thinking she would never do nothing like that. Yet there she was doing it right in my bed, while she thought I was sleeping.

I heard her say as soft as she could, I think she may have had her face in the pillow or her hand over her mouth, “Fuck, um, oh god yes!” and then a bunch of little “oh, oh, oh, god yes!” Then the bed slowly stopped squeaking, and then I heard a big sigh. I could hear her breathing real hard, but then it got softer, and then I heard her settle in and go to sleep.

I hadn’t dared to move or nothing, but now I had my hand down under my pajama bottoms and was touching myself, but then I dozed off.

The next morning she was out of the room before I woke up. I could hear her talking with Mom downstairs. I played with myself, all snuggled in my sleeping bag. I had a nice cum and just lay there feeling good. Then I smelled breakfast so I got up.

Mom, Sammie, Aunt Billie and Aunt Sue, Sammie’s mom, were all sitting around the kitchen table when I came out of the bathroom, still in my pajamas and robe and slippers.

Mom said the women were spending the day out, while Uncle Peter stayed with my other cousin, Sammie’s little sister.

So I said, how come me and Sammie can’t come, and the answer was it was just for grown up women. I don’t know what made me do it, but I opened my robe and pulled my top up and said, “I’m a woman. I have boobs!” Except for Sammie, they all laughed at me.

Aunt Billie said to my mom, “Hey, Carol, your daughter got a couple mosquito bites.”

Aunt Sue said, “If you have boobs, Katy, where are you keeping them? I’m glad there is one female here with smaller boobs than mine.” Of course they all laughed ’cause Aunt Sue has small boobs.

Then Mom said, “Don’t ever grow up, Katy. I love you like you are. And when you get boobs if you ever lift your shirt up like that I’ll ground you for life.”

Well I guess I knew what they meant, I seen myself last summer at a friends when I changed out of my swimsuit. There was a full length mirror in the bathroom, and I’d never seen myself all naked like that. I hated what I saw. My eyes are blue, like my dad’s were, but my hair and skin are dark like my mom’s. I look skinny. My chest is flat like my tummy, my hips only have a little curve, and my legs are so long that I look like a giraffe or something. Also, my pussy looked like a kid’s, just a slit there with no hair. I turned and looked at my behind. That looked good, I thought. I think it is my sexiest part. I thought I looked a little like I had boobs starting under my nipples, but I guess that was what I thought, since the grownups all laughed at me at breakfast.

Then the grownups got ready to leave. Mom told me to go shower and get dressed. Then she hugged me and kissed me and said, “I love you. Be a good girl while I’m out and do everything Sammie tells you to, okay?”

I said I would and hugged her back. Then I went off to shower.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By Tommy X

The rest of the day was a blur. When you spend half an hour after lunch eating your big sister’s pussy, it makes it tough to concentrate on class. As Amanda walked to Kelly’s car after the last bell, she was still struggling to make sense of it all. It was all so exhilarating and frightening. She didn’t know what to think. Or feel.

She hopped into the car; Kelly was already there and had it running. Amanda looked over at her, feeling a hint of fear at the expression on her sister’s face. Kelly was glaring straight ahead, refusing to look over at Mandy.

They were halfway home, stopped at a light before Kelly broke her stony silence. “I told you…You didn’t fucking listen.” She jerked her head around and looked at Amanda, her eyes watery with tears.

“I’m…” Amanda trailed off. Her own eyes began to well. Oh, God… does she hate me now?

Kelly looked at her. Their eyes locked. Then suddenly Kelly grabbed each side of Amanda’s head and kissed her. Kissed her long, hard, and passionately. Amanda felt the warmth and love surging through her body again. The light turned green and they motored on, headed for home.

“Now what?” asked Amanda.

Kelly sighed. “Well, I sure as hell didn’t count on us getting paired up together… but I guess if we’re going through with this, I have to teach you. Mentor you, like Codi said. You see, she wasn’t kidding when she said we run the school. Virtually every part of your high school life is going to be as part of this group. You’ll see and hear and do things that you never imagined. Today was one thing. But there’s so much more. And it gets even crazier.”

They pulled into the driveway. “Shit,” said Kelly, “Mom’s here. I was hoping we could fuck again before she got home.”

That very thought made Amanda blush. “Jesus, Kelly. Don’t say that.” She squirmed in her seat slightly at the thought of more sex with her gorgeous sister.

Kelly got a devious look in her eyes. “Why? Oh, you aren’t turned on by that thought, are you?” she teased. And without looking her way, Kelly dropped her hand into Amanda’s lap and pressed two fingers into her mound, rubbing it hard and fast for a few seconds.

Amanda moaned and thrust her hips forward, but Kelly had already stopped. “Damn, Mandy… way to be subtle!” Laughing, Kelly quickly left the car, leaving Amanda dry humping air for a moment.

Moments later, the girls stormed into the house. Their mother Karen was in the kitchen surfing the web on her laptop, sipping a glass of wine and relaxing. “Hi, girls!”

“Hi, Mom!” Amanda said in passing as they bolted for the stairs.

“We’re gonna take a shower, Mom! We’ll be down for dinner!” shouted Kelly.

We? thought Karen. Since when do the girls take a shower at the same time? She shrugged and turned back to her computer, clicking on the hidden web browser showing lesbian S & M videos. An image came up on the screen of a young girl bent over a table, completely naked but for a leather mask that covered her entire head.

Sighing happily, she slid a hand down into her panties and prayed the girls would stay upstairs long enough for her to finish. Then, dinner.

Scurrying into their rooms, the girls quickly stripped down to bras and panties. Amanda trotted toward the bathroom they shared, oblivious to the distant moaning and heavy breathing coming from the downstairs kitchen.

When Amanda opened the bathroom door, the shower was already running and Kelly was just stripping off her panties, bent over, ass to the door. Amanda sucked in her breath and just stared.

“Close the door, silly,” Kelly said. “And get naked.”

Amanda dutifully closed the door and peeled off her underthings. Kelly leaned over and placed her hands on Amanda’s hips, pulled her sister close and planted a luxuriant kiss on her mouth.

Amanda was just getting into it when Kelly broke away.

“We have some work to do first, hon.” Kelly said with a devilish smile, sliding her fingers down into the red curls of Amanda’s hairy pussy. She grasped a clump of pubes and gave it a tug.

Amanda frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Hmm, did that hurt? Guess we’ll just have to do something about it.” She reached over to grab a can of shaving foam and a razor.

“Aww, but I like my hair! I keep it trimmed and neat and everything! Can’t I keep it?”

“No can do, sweetheart,” said Kelly, “I like my bitches smooooooth!” She motioned for her sister to hop up on the counter by the sink. Amanda did so, and Kelly spread her legs apart.

“Jesus, Mandy, look how wet you are!” Kelly laughed as she slid her index finger up and down Amanda’s juicy slit. Amanda tossed her head back with a moan, stunned at how lovely it felt.

Kelly squirted some shaving foam on her hand, then smothered her sister’s wet pussy in it. Amanda drew her feet up to the counter, opening herself wide so that Kelly had access to everything from her pussy to her asshole.

With a wry grin, Kelly twirled the razor. “Trust me, Mandy?”

Amanda tensed slightly, “Uh…”

Kelly leaned in and kissed her on the mouth. “You better.” With that, she began to slowly and carefully shave her little sister’s vulva.

Soon the sink was awash in red curly pubes. Her task complete, Kelly wiped the excess foam from her sister’s now hairless cunt. She ran her hands across the now barren landscape and slid a finger from Amanda’s clitoris down through her moist slit, finally settling on her tight pink anus.

Amanda stiffened momentarily and Kelly smiled. “Not to worry, I’m not gonna finger that cute asshole of yours, not just yet.” She lunged forward. “Maybe a quick lick, though…”

Kelly trailed her tongue through Amanda’s smooth pussy groove, gliding down to her puckered ass, licking playfully at the tight recess. She felt Amanda’s muscles relax slightly, allow her tongue to explore just inside her sister’s rectum. Up above, Amanda was moaning and playing with her cute perky tits.

Moving upward, Kelly pushed her tongue into Amanda’s wet pussy, listening to the gasps of pleasure as the younger girl began to hump her face. Pulling back, Kelly worked a finger in and began pumping it to Mandy’s rhythm. Moving in on her sister’s hooded clit, she gave it a few teasing licks, then sucked on it, pulling it into her mouth between puckered lips.

Amanda exploded, her legs slipping off the vanity, accidentally dislodging Kelly from her oral duties. But Kelly kept pumping her finger in and out of Amanda’s dripping pussy until her baby sister shuddered and came.

Kelly slid her finger out of her sister and licked it clean, relishing the girl’s scent and taste as a flushed and very satisfied Amanda regained her breath.

“Not bad,” Kelly said passing her hand once more over Amanda’s pussy. “It’ll do, at least until we can get you waxed. Now let’s shower off before Mom gets suspicious.”

The two girls stepped into the shower and washed themselves and each other, wasting a lot of hot water in the process. All the while, they continued to share lustful tongue kisses.

“Y’know, I was kinda pissed when Codi set me up as your mentor,” Kelly said, cupping her younger sister’s ass. “But I’m starting to like the idea. You’re drop-dead hot, after all… and I do love you, even though you’re a pain in the neck sometimes.” Mandy was surprised to see that her big sister was blushing slightly. Then again, Kelly hasn’t told me she loves me for ages…

“I… I love you too, Kelly,” Mandy replied. “And just so you know — I’m really into us doing sex stuff together.”

“Good. Okay, enough lovey-dovey stuff!” Kelly smirked, her old self again. “Just understand this, little sis: if you do everything I tell you to for the next few weeks, your life will be cooler that you can ever fucking imagine. Now let’s get out of here and dry off.”

Downstairs, the extra time the girls took in the shower was greatly appreciated by Karen as she came. She shuddered, legs buckling, only supported by an arm braced on the kitchen counter. On her laptop, the screen showed a fist slowly withdrawing from a young woman’s cunt.

As they toweled down, Kelly looked at Amanda, “Hey, what class do you have right after lunch?”

Amanda paused, water beading down her lithe, taut body. “Chemistry.”

“With Mr. North or Ms. Garcia?”

“Ms. Garcia, why?”

“Oh,” Kelly furrowed her brow, then gave her sister a wicked grin. “Guess you’re stepping up to the big leagues right away. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” She kissed her sister and slipped out of the bathroom.

Continue on to Chapter 3

By Openmindedwoman

Through eyes still hazy from my suckling masturbation, I sat up and looked at the bright outside. Then I shrugged the rest of the way out of my bra straps and let it fall behind me onto the couch.

“I hadn’t noticed that large painting above your fireplace,” I offered. “It’s very sensual! It almost looks like… ummmm, if the colors were a little different…”

“It is a Georgia O’Keeffe,” Anita answered. “It’s called Flower Abstraction. I have another in my bedroom called Orange Petals. She does wonderful work with the swirls of flower closeups. Actually, I chose it because it reminds me of some other petals that have pinkish swirls and depth when you slide them apart.”

She raised the waistband of my panties. “If you just didn’t have these on, you might be able to tell.”

“You surround yourself with sensuality, Anita,” I cooed, leaning her head onto the warm shoulder next to me, and lifting my hips a bit to let Anita’s fingers slide deeper. “And your beautiful daughter is bringing all that into her being as well. I do hope Juli’s training has enough of that soft element.  She has turned into more than a bit of a naughty mouth when she feels aroused.”

“Nothing wrong with that, Leslie,” Anita countered, “showing Amy how to let those thoughts go openly, turning into sometimes wicked words… she needs a little more of that. They look so comfortable with each other. I do love it that Amy has found a friend who has such an adorable aunt, and who has taught her all the delicious things a young girl can know about.”

We watched the two girls peering in for a minute or two, my right leg slung up over Anita’s thigh so that both of us had our legs nicely spread, pointing toward the large glass doors. The girls giggled and whispered some more, then turned to face to each other, rubbing their noses back and forth a bit. Amy’s long flat tongue licked out and slid from Juli’s chin upwards to her nose, and then, turning her head a bit sideways, back and forth across Juli’s mouth.

“Hmmm,” Anita queried, “is that some kind of ‘girlfriend ritual’ or something?”

I lifted her hips a bit further to allow Anita’s fingers full access, and we watched as Juli performed the exact same licking pattern across Amy’s chin, nose, and mouth. The two girls had dropped their tee shirts and their hands were cupping each other’s young firm breasts.

“That is probably my fault, Anita. Some time ago Juli particularly wanted some kissing lessons. The little minx. I wonder now if she was just using it as an excuse for us to touch, but whatever it was, it got to be very… well… into exploring each other’s mouths and tongues in a way that produced a lot of wetness, and I’m not even sure just how it went there, but she was very much into that, and so the licking and sharing saliva from our mouths back and forth sort of got to be a thing for us. Maybe she has led Amy down that path. I wouldn’t want her to go too overboard that way, if it’s not your style.”

“Are you kidding?” Anita giggled, letting her fingers slide into my wet groove, and then pulling her hand back out to lick the sweet woman nectar from them. “All the different kinds of girl wetness and taste we can give each other are wonderfully exciting to me, and if Amy learns to enjoy that from a sweet one like Juli, then that’s a plus in my book!”

I glowed at the way she and I seemed to fit, and how well our darling girls seemed to fit, learning from each other, fully aware of both their own body sensations and those of their mom and aunt. It was clear from how the girls were putting on a little show for us, just outside the glass, how much they enjoyed all of it… they tugged on nipples and continued licking each other’s mouths, faces, necks and firm young titties, not caring where the saliva seemed to flow.

Anita obviously could tell that I was mesmerized by their openly intimate and naughty wet play. She said, “It occurs to me that there is one thing you and Juli have both helped me with that you haven’t had the chance to experience yet, dear Leslie. It looks like they might be just in the kind of mood we need for that, and it feels like you might already be in the mood, too.”

She rose and with a few strides tapped on the glass door, crooking her finger to call the girls inside. Then she returned to me, smiling, pulled off my soaked panties, and guided me a kneeling position on the couch, on hands and knees.

“There is just enough room for you two to lie side by side,” she said to Amy and Juli, patting the couch under my hanging, swaying tits, “with your heads right under here.”

The girls looked at each other, giggled, quickly stripped their shorts and panties, and clambered up onto the couch, hip to hip, snuggling underneath me.

“Juli, your auntie hasn’t had the chance to feel both of her delicious nipples suckled at once, especially by two such eager sweet young mouths. Amy, for sure you know how to give her all the pleasure a woman can stand, don’t you, darling?” said Anita.

My head swam in anticipation as I leaned down to kiss and lick the two girls’ slim bellies that lay just below my mouth. I felt the pressure of Anita’s warm hand on my shoulder blades, caressing them, fingertip stroking my back, and then urging me to lower my tits to their waiting mouths. My full, heavy C cups swayed like pendulums, my extended nipples sliding back and forth across the young faces until the girls opened their mouths and captured both of them, immediately licking, swirling, opening their mouths wider to take in the nipples and my large light brown areolae, filling their little mouths with as much as they could pull in, and then releasing, until their lips closed just around my nipples, suckling, sliding their slippery tongues back and forth over the tips, circling around them in tight swirls, and then sucking again.

I heard myself mew, and sighed, “God ohhh god yes, darlings, do it to me just like that.” Then, as I felt Anita’s exploring fingers slide up the insides of my thighs, I braced myself on my hands and opened my knees as far as I could for her.

Amy released the luscious breast long enough to look over at Juli, smiling at how Juli was so good at imitating her technique. “I love your auntie’s tits, Juli,” she grinned. “No milk for us, but her nipples are amazingly big, and can you feel how she jumps when you use your teeth just a little bit?”

Juli nodded, “ummm hmmm,” turning to her barely teen lover for a sloppy tongue kiss, and then raised her hands to hold each side of her Aunt Leslie’s breast, manipulating it, rubbing the hard nipple around her face from eyes to chin and across her closed mouth in the slippery wetness. Amy did the same on the other side, and then they resumed their attack on my overly sensitive teats.

I groaned and wiggled my hips against the palm of Anita’s hand as it slid between my legs to cup my vulva, massaging it, back and forth, then letting a thumb slide into my well lubricated pussy.

“Please, ohhh, please, yes, use your teeth just a little more. Nip at me a little, suckle auntie’s tits… harder… unhhhhhh yessss.”

Juli and Amy responded to my urgings with their mouths, and with their own fingers, now with arms crossed over each other to find the smooth bare girl petals, slits and clits that were crying for attention. It drove me crazy to see them so wantonly spreading their slim legs for each other, exploring, fingers two at a time parting their folds. I watched with my head spinning, and then in amazement as Juli pulled her fingers from her friend’s oozing slick cunnie and lifted them to my mouth, offering a taste of Amy’s teen juices. Eagerly I sucked and licked and cleaned her fingers, only to find them replaced by Amy’s fingers, coated with the familiar taste of my darling niece.

I could feel Anita’s mouth on my bare ass cheek, licking each side, then nipping just a little, teasing and tasting. She worked her hand further so that her fingers found my clit as well, scissoring it, rolling it, flicking it with a fingertip until I felt the signs I knew so well begin. Tightness, pulsing around Anita’s thumb, more feverish bucking of my hips, and unintelligible hisses and moans and half words falling from my mouth.

Sensing what was going on with me, the two girls increased their speed and pressure, and first Juli, then Amy went over the top as well, letting go of the soft dangling tits above them and turning into each other’s arms, licking and kissing one another’s mouths as they felt their own orgasms overtake them.

I went down onto my elbows, and the girls giggled as they slid out from underneath, rolling onto the far end of the couch, still clinging to each other, faces flushed, hair disheveled, legs splayed without modesty of any kind. Anita gently let her thumb slide out of my dripping channel, but continued to gently cup and roll my pussy lips, as if finishing a fine massage, letting her friend come down from what she knew was a huge orgasm.

“Isn’t it beautiful, Leslie?” Anita whispered, kneeling beside the couch and leaning over my prone body as I extended my legs and lay gasping on my stomach. “Isn’t it the most intense thing, to be milked, as it were, by two sweet young and nubile girls?”

I rolled onto my side, nodding, smiling, extending a hand to Anita’s arm to return a loving stroke. “More than beautiful, my lover friend. It’s almost overwhelming!” Then I cocked my head enough to address the two girls. “Is that what you were whispering about outside, you two, when we first saw you there?”

Juli looked at Amy, then back at me. “Actually, no, Aunt Leslie. Actually,” she paused, “actually, I was wondering if it isn’t time for you to be opening up your lake cabin, and do you remember I got to go along last spring when you did, and, well, I was just wondering if maybe Amy and her mom could go along with us for a girls’ club kinda like weekend, maybe?”

I smiled broadly. “Oh, Juli, I’m sure your mom would be fine with that, and it’s clear that we all know each other well enough now that any of the ‘girls’ club’ things we did there wouldn’t have to be a secret, right?”

“Told ya it would be okay,” Juli smiled at Amy, then turned to me again. “Ummm, there’s one more thing, maybe, though. Amy has a friend who has been sorta talking to her about things, and Amy thinks it’s a perfect sort of time to see if she is thinking what we think she is thinking…”

Juli’s words rambled a bit, and Anita asked, “Is it Tracy, the girl you’ve been hanging with after school some this spring?”

Amy nodded. “Yeah… she talks a lot about things she’s done at sleepovers that I haven’t been at, but I think she’s in a way asking if I would ever do those things or if she is crazy to do them and stuff like that. I just know she is ready to be in a girls’ club, and we could, well, Juli says the cabin is a cool place to be private and do… whatever…”

I looked at Anita with a rather wicked smile. “Could be dangerous, Anita. We would have to take it step by step, but you never know. What do you think?”

Anita’s smile grew quickly. “I think my daughter is a pretty good judge of what other girls are thinking, and if we can help with that, from what I know of Tracy, we would all enjoy her company.”

Juli jumped up and clapped her hands. “COOOL!” she exclaimed. “This will be the best girls’ club ever, I just know it!”

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Sunnybunny

The two stared at each other, eye to eye, Heather swaying on her feet with a sudden wave of dizziness. Everything from the last night’s… events… came flooding back to her in one overwhelming tidal wave. The cool night air whipping the girl’s hair around, the way her profile seemed to glow in the setting sun… the feeling of her slender frame as it was caressed in her groping hands.

Heather pressed a hand to her forehead, willing her to turn away from those piercing little eyes but found herself unable to, rendered completely immobile by the child’s striking stare. The world was tilting beneath Heather’s feet, threatening to send her staggering sideways until she toppled over like a house of cards. Coupled with the lost money, this was becoming too much.

Angie raised her chin, bathing her profile in the early morning sunshine, and her freckles practically shimmered like diamonds. The corners of her mouth were tugged up into a wry smile, and her eyes were all for Heather. It was a knowing grin, the one shared between two mischievous friends who were preparing to pull off a rather clever scheme. Or perhaps, Heather wondered in some deep and far off corner of her brain, she already had.

“Hello there, Angela!” Walter boomed like a cannon beside Heather, the sudden jolt tearing her out of her shock and sending her crashing back to Earth. “You look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed!”

Heather groped a hand along the trunk of the car to steady herself, glad that the man was too focused on the girl to notice her dishevelment. She had to get a grip on the situation or risk losing everything. Walter was smiling broadly at the child, curiously unsurprised by her sudden appearance at such an early hour.

Angie only had eyes for Heather, never leaving the older woman who was doing all she could to keep from cowering away in her presence. She had a mad idea the child would open her mouth to inform her that the sheriff was looking for her. The only cop in town with an APB on this sick woman with a penchant for taking kids for rides into the desert to feel them up. She could even see it, Angie bowing at the waist to spill the beans like a bratty little — well — kid.

And Walter’s reaction? She imagined his face would pale at first, perhaps even before his jaw would fall, and he would look at her with an accusatory gaze. Then the shock and horror would bleed away to disgust…

“So, you DO remember me,” Angie sang instead.

Walter, clueless to the fact he was definitely not part of this conversation, interrupted again. “You’ve already met Angie, huh?” it took Heather a moment to figure out that he was talking to her and wanted some sort of response. She nodded her head. It was the only thing she trusted herself to do under these bizarre circumstances. He continued, “Don’t surprise me none! Everyone around here knows Angie… or rather, knows to watch out for her!” He winked at her good-naturedly.

Angie stuck her tongue out but the smile never left her face. “Yeah, we know each other already. Right, Heather?”

Heather was sweating bullets beneath her clothes that had nothing to do with the desert temperature. Angie was teasing her, clearly enjoying making the woman squirm with their shared knowledge and understanding that Angie could rat her out at any moment. And of course, she didn’t know the other problem Heather was having…or did she? What on God’s green earth had possessed Heather to take this brat for a ride? Buy her ice cream? And…

Walter chuckled, clueless and not at all bothered by the rather cryptic implications in her knowing tone. “Well how’s about you help Heather with her things and I’ll head back to make you some breakfast too?”

“Sausage? Biscuits? Some gravy?” Angie asked, sounding hopeful and very much like the child she should be for a moment.

Walter roared and shook with laughter, the tray tittering noisily in his hands. “You must have this place confused with the Ritz, girl! We don’t do a full continental here!”

Angie, undeterred, “And a tall glass of orange juice?”

Walter bowed his head, shaking with quiet chuckles. “Guess I better get before you request to see a menu! You two hustle up and I’ll be back in a jiff!”

Walter lumbered away and his presence was immediately missed by Heather, suddenly terrified of being left alone with this child and her mischievous smile.

Angie rocked back and forth on her feet, clapping her hands together behind her back, then her front. “So, do you need a hand?” she asked, looking for the first time since reappearing like she did not know what to say.

“What are you doing here?” Heather attempted to muster all of her grown-up fury, to try and intimidate the child into a hasty confession. It might have worked if her voice hadn’t wavered.

Angie shrugged and glanced back down the road, toward her father’s garage. She nodded her head, “Daddy always goes in early, but today a part was supposed to be delivered and he wanted to be there to get it and finish up that job that’s been sitting for a dog’s age. And to get an early start on drinking. He and the sheriff, Rick, blow through a case every day.”

“That’s not an answer,” Heather said.

Angie turned her head, surprised by the sharp tone or so it seemed. “I don’t have to tell you nothing.” Again, Heather was surprised by the girl’s maturity. The statement hadn’t been malicious, it was just stating a simple fact. She may as well have been commenting on the weather.

“Then what are you doing here?” Heather righted herself, hoping that rising to her full height like a grizzly bear may sway some leverage back into her favor.

“I came to see you,” Angie answered airily. “Was I not supposed to?”

“I… what?”

Angie drew nearer, lowering her voice despite the pair being quite alone, but something in the open air of the parking lot made it seem necessary. “I didn’t tell nobody what you did.”

Heather replied automatically, “Why not?”

Angie looked puzzled but kept her voice down. “I thought about it, what you did to me, about the way you just up and did it. That’s the way grown-ups do things, isn’t it? They just up and do something or take something without bothering to see if you’re even interested. Like dragging us to church every Sunday or taking us into the city for a movie we don’t even care to see.” Angie fished around in the back pocket of her shorts and produced a small, silver lighter and a square-ish cardboard box. It was such a queer sight that it took Heather a moment to realize that Angie had just pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “Or maybe It’s this guy that you’ve known your whole life and one day he tells you–” (She flipped open the box and pulled out one of the long cancer sticks) “You’re the prettiest little hound dog I ever did see!” She lowered her voice to a booming baritone. “Can you mold my clay for me?”

Heather gasped aloud, taken aback by the child’s frankness. “Angie…”

She stuck the cigarette between her full lips and flicked the flame of the lighter to life with the other hand. “Hmm?”

“They really let you smoke?”

Angie shook her head, grinning. “Gosh, no! But I’m far enough away from the shop that nobody will see and if Walter comes back, I’ll toss it quick. Want one?” Angie offered the pack forward but Heather waved it away. She smoked, but the last thing on her mind was a cigarette.

“I’m sorry, Angie,” Heather confessed. “I’m sorry for what I did, for what others have done to you.”

She waved the comments away with her cigarette hand, shaking her head. “It’s just the way things are here. It’s me, it’s my fault.”

Heather started to protest automatically, but Angie held up a hand to silence her. “No, it’s true. Ever since I can remember, everybody stares at me. Boys, girls, it don’t matter.” She twisted the toe of her foot into the dirt, a rather girlish gesture, Heather noted but did not interrupt. “I first noticed it, during this school play a few years back. I didn’t even have a part, really — just one of the backup singers — but I kept noticing that everyone was just… staring at me, ya know?”

Heather nodded, urging the child to finish.

“At first I thought I was just being crazy. That they was just watching the stage and I was imagining things. Then my solo came up and I took center stage and… it was like the whole world just stopped turning, and I was the only thing that mattered to ‘em.” She exhaled smoke, dragged, exhaled again. “After that, I just couldn’t stop noticing it. When I was riding my bike around, I’d catch them making eyes at me, hoping the wind kicked up just right so they’d get a good look at my panties or something like that.” She looked away then, trailing smoke from her lips. “And when they wasn’t looking I guess I felt — I don’t know — disappointed?”

Heather couldn’t help herself. Maybe what came next was inevitable fate but she was heartsick for the poor child. So young and to be shouldering such a heavy burden. Despite the urgency to find it, all apprehension about the lost bag melted away. Not gone but not as pressing. “Come inside,” she offered, stooping down to start collecting her bags. “We can talk more.”

They hauled everything inside the narrow living space and dropped it all to the floor, making a haphazard pile in one corner. Unpacking could wait. Heather started to close the door behind them but decided against it. She wanted to help the girl, to hear her out, but the last thing she wanted to chance was being alone with her again behind closed doors. She left it standing open, watching the shadows from the morning sun grow shorter as the day progressed.

Angie seated herself on the edge of the bed, dragging absently on her cigarette, down to the filter and using a tumbler glass from the cupboard as an ashtray. “Heather?”

Heather turned to face the girl, not daring to go nearer than she was, resting against the dresser and in clear view of the door. “Yeah?”

“After I got home last night, I thought a lot about what happened,” She started.

“So, you said,” Heather replied, apprehension tensing up in her chest.

Angie nodded her head, stamping out the cigarette. “I thought about how you felt up under my dress, the way you kissed me. I thought about it and…” She paused, watching the wisps of smoke trail up from the glass. Heather watched anxiously, terrified by what she would say next, terrified that she wouldn’t say anything more at all.

“I played with myself,” Angie confessed at last.

Heather closed her eyes, tensing all over, suddenly overcome with flashes in her mind of Angie, curled up beneath the blankets of her bed, one hand caressing down her panties and rubbing at her swollen, preteen clit.

“I play with myself a lot,” she continued. “But this time it felt good. Well, it always feels good, but this time was different. Thinking about you made it different, Heather.” She reclined back in her seat, resting the flat of her palms against the bed, sinking in an inch.

Heather stole a frightened glance at the door, half-expecting to find Walter there, breakfast tray glued to his hands and looking aghast at what he had overheard. The doorway was deserted.

“I think I know what I want.”

Heather was too afraid to ask, said nothing, could almost hear what was to come next like a deadly premonition.

“For once I want to know what it’s like to want to be touched. To touch someone back and want to make them feel good, too. I want to have a say so in what happens to me.” Her eyes narrowed, determinedly. “I want to kiss you, Heather.”

The air inside the small motel room suddenly grew stifling hot. The world tilted beneath Heather’s feet again and would have sent her sprawling about the room as if caught in an earthquake if not for her grip on the dresser behind her. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sound of her breathing, the pressure of blood flowing in her ears, the quiet hum of the overworked air conditioner, but it was all for naught. As soon as her eyes closed, her imagination was assaulted with more images of Angie. There, that deep, golden tan was all over and seemed to shine like precious metal in the sunlight. In her mind, they ran through those barren fields they had spied just outside of town together. They were both naked and smiling as if gleefully unaware. Their hands were joined together as they dashed about, laughing like loons, pleased that they were the only two people that mattered in the whole wide world.

“Heather?” Angie again, tearing her back to reality. “Did you hear what I said?”

Heather nodded, unable to talk through the swelling knot in her throat.

Angie mirrored her reaction, biting her lower lip and looking down, clearly not the reaction she had expected. When Heather at last found her voice, it cracked, as if she hadn’t spoken in weeks rather than seconds. “You don’t know what you’re asking, Angie. You’re just a kid.”

Angie twisted her face up into a tight frown. “You’re saying a kid don’t know what they want? That they can’t be in charge?”

“No, I’m saying that you should just… try being a kid?”

Angie chuckled, but it was a humorless sound. “Because that’s worked out so well… no, being a kid sucks, Heather. It really sucks and I’m tired of going along with it.”

Heather regained her balance but the heat wasn’t going away, nor was the looming presence of the open door, and try as she might to stop herself, she kept glancing over. “You’re not kissing me,” she replied, trying to sound firm in her decision.

Angie was in the process of lighting up another cigarette, pausing to speak with the flame wafting before the white stick. “Why? Afraid I don’t know how? You’d be surprised…”

There was an air of mystery in her trailing off. It sounded almost like a dare. A double dare even, something fitting for her age. Her age, yes, Heather thought. Something she desperately needed to keep in mind as things low in her abdomen seemed to clench tighter and tighter… wetter and wetter.

“No,” Heather intoned, stretching the word out to put a bit more finality on the matter but Angie was persistent, perhaps sensing the growing weakness in her adult counterpart.

“You won’t have to do nothing,” Angie reaffirmed, dragging lightly on the cigarette, ashing it into the glass. “Just stand there and let me kiss you. That’s all.”

The first signs of irritability began to surface inside of Heather. If it was one thing that drove her crazy, it was having to repeat herself, and that overrode any feelings of arousal. “The answer is No, Angie. N-O.” A kiss could lead to more-much more-and Heather was desperate to put this matter to rest and focus on the more pressing task at hand. Find that money took precedent and with Walter due to waltz back in at any moment, she could not afford any dalliance indulging Angie any further. No, she decided. It was best to stamp this problem out as quickly and quietly as possible.

Angie lapsed into a disappointed silence, idly puffing away at her cigarette without taking in any lungful, more or less just creating smoke clouds that hung in the air like gathering storm clouds.

“You know that you want me to,” Angie replied quietly, perhaps knowing that she had already overplayed her hand but was stubbornly refusing to give up.

Heather bent forward, snatched the smoldering cigarette from between the girl’s fingers. “Give me that.”

Angie looked startled by the sudden reaction but made no move to stop Heather, to wrestle the smoke back.

Heather took it between her lips and took a long drag. The filter was still warm from Angie’s touch, a little damp from her mouth. It had been ages since Heather had had a cigarette. Longer since she’d really enjoyed the act of smoking at all. It tasted of dry paper and processed poison on her tongue, in her throat, disappointing her. She had thought maybe, just maybe, there would be a hint of the girl before her there. A phantom of taste that could reawaken the sweet sensation of her body…

Heather was playing a dangerous game, she knew that, could see herself teetering on top of a high cliff that was bathed in golden sunlight with oblivion stretching out far below.

“You shouldn’t smoke these.”

“Who’re you?” Angie challenged, unabated. “My mom? She ran off years ago. Some hot shit photographer that stayed in Oasis one summer to take some nature photos. They got really friendly. That’s what everyone here says about it, when they talk about it, which is all the damn time.”

Heather nodded, thinking there were so few things to discuss in Oasis. Old scandals likely got rehashed despite their lack of relevance in the here and now. The missing bag tried to thrust itself back into her thoughts, but she pushed it away again.

Angie shifted in her seat, reclining further back on the mattress until she was practically lying down, perched up by the crook of her elbows. “They met in the diner, just across the way there. I know because I was with her then, and they got to talking and had lunch together, then dessert. I lost count of how many hours passed by there while they talked each other up. I left for awhile and came back and they was still sitting there, eating two pieces of pecan pie and in no big hurry to go anywhere. I think I ended up walking home.”

Heather shook her head miserably, overcome with empathy for the child. She knew all about parental abandonment, not that she would ever share such an intimate detail.

“She came home all smiles and laughs, telling us all over dinner what a ‘fascinating’ guy he was. How ‘hysterical’.” Her quotes were bitter. “Dad got real jealous and they had a row later that night, when they thought I was sleeping. I cried myself to sleep that night for the first time but not the last.” She raised her hand to her lips, searching for the cigarette and momentarily forgotten that it had been swiped. Despite her better judgement, Heather handed it back. “Thanks,” Angie murmured.

“Please don’t cry,” Heather said, not sure if it was for Angie’s sake or her own.

“Who’s cryin’?” Angie asked, wiping at her eyes with the back of her cigarette hand. She sat up then and looked a little embarrassed but greatly relieved. “I guess I should go.”

Heather nodded, feeling a mixture of emotions herself, both wanting her to go and wanting her to stay. “I want to apologize again,” she confessed but Angie waved her off.

“Apology accepted,” she replied airily. “But if you want to pay me back, I could think of a way…”

She was on her feet now and closing the distance between them, languidly, clearly in no hurry. She looked up at Heather from inches away, making Heather recoil a little from the precociousness dazzling in her light eyes. For one terrifying moment, Heather was certain Angie was going to kiss her, could even picture it happening as if it were happening to someone else. The girl would rise to her tip toes, lift her chin ever so slightly to the air and slowly her eyes would drift closed. Heather felt herself tense in anticipation, going rigid like a deer in oncoming headlights, unable to move, not wanting to move…

Angie reached past her and stamped the cigarette out in the cup. The look she parted with was a sly one. “I’ll be seeing you around.” And then she was gone.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By Tommy X

Amanda rolled over and looked at the alarm clock. It cast a sickly green glow over the room from the nightstand between her and her sister’s bed.

2:15. Sigh. In just a few hours she was going to start her first day of high school. Why was she so nervous? Her sister, Kelly, was a senior this year and would be there to show her the ropes. Still. Sleep remained frustratingly out of reach.

Amanda rolled back onto her side, brushing the hair out of her face. Only one thing to do, she thought. If sleep wouldn’t come, she certainly would.

As quietly as she was able, Amanda slid her pajama bottoms down over her perky, porcelain ass. The nipples on her small B-cup breasts hardened in anticipation. She slid a hand down her tight stomach and into the red forest of hair that framed her slit. She closed her eyes and tried to conjure up sexy thoughts. She imagined being ravaged by a movie star, a boy in a boy band, an entire boy band.

Not working. Frustration was beginning to take hold. She breathed deeply and let her mind wander.

Her dad’s pornos, the ones in the old cardboard box stashed in the garage. She and Kelly had found them last summer and briefly thumbed through the contents, shocked but curious about what they contained. Their discovery had obviously not gone unnoticed, because the next time Amanda looked for the box, it was gone.

Her mind flooded with images of girls with big breasts spreading their legs on cars, pool tables, bars. Bodies airbrushed to perfection. It was working. In a few minutes she felt an orgasm roar through her as she choked on her own breath. Her spasming hand relaxed and withdrew from her wet snatch. Why did those magazines have such an effect on her?

Just before sleep overtook her, she thought, Could I be bi? No answer came. Only sleep.

The next morning was a blur — an all-out rush to get ready, get clothed, get breakfast, and keep breakfast down as Amanda’s nerves made her stomach do somersaults. By the time she gulped down the last of her cereal and gave her mom a kiss goodbye, Kelly was already in her car honking impatiently.

“Hurry up, Frosh!” Kelly screamed from the car. Amanda jumped into the passenger seat and wasn’t even buckled in by the time Kelly slammed backwards out of the driveway and screeched away to school.

“Jesus,” said Kelly, not even taking her eyes off the road, “That’s what you’re wearing?”

“What?” Amanda looked down at her outfit. Ankle length skirt, cardigan.

Kelly sighed, “Just… think mature, okay? And don’t embarrass me.”

They rolled up to Silvsted High and parked. Amanda, still stung by Kelly’s criticism, inspected her sister closely. She was wearing a knee length skirt that, upon exiting the car, looked closer to mid-thigh. Her shirt was stretched tight across her C-cup breasts and the outline of her bra was visible almost all the way around except where it was obscured by her wavy auburn locks.

And like that, Kelly was off. Not looking back, oblivious to her little sister fumbling between her class registration and a map of their small suburban school.

It rapidly became apparent that this was nothing like junior high. The workload was heavier, the teachers more demanding, and most of all, the social structure more severe. It quickly became apparent that Kelly was near the top of that structure. In fact, she was one of just five senior girls that apparently had the run of the social scene.

At lunch all five of those girls, Kelly, Codi, Cindy, Rachel and Crystal, stood in the back of the cafeteria, looking at everyone, then down to their phones, then up, then down again. Amanda went over to say hi, but Kelly dismissed her out of hand. Amanda tried to not let it bother her, but the snickering of the other girls as she walked back to her table of freshman friends made her face flush with embarrassment and anger.

In between periods, as she stood by her locker she realized that there was someone standing right behind her. She turned around. Codi, the tall blonde leader of the “in” girls was just looking at her and smiling. Amanda wasn’t sure what to do.

Codi smiled and put her phone away, “Can we talk?”

“I’m, I’m going to be late for class,” Amanda stammered.

Codi just laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I think you’ll like what I’m going to say. But we can’t talk here. Come on.” She put her hand on the small of Amanda’s back and ushered her toward the girls’ restroom.

As they walked down the hall, Codi’s high-heel flounce made her breasts bounce pleasingly. She moved with a strut that was perfect for showing off her round ass and long legs. The blonde swayed seductively, as if her entire body was hell-bent on inducing arousal.

As they approached the door, Codi’s hand slipped down Amanda’s back and came to rest on her ass. Amanda felt her face grow hot. What the hell?

Codi pushed open the door to the restroom and guided Amanda in. There were nine other freshmen girls in there. Most of them Amanda knew, while some were from the other junior high. They were all milling about in front of the sinks opposite the stalls. Four of the stalls were closed and Amanda could tell by the shuffling that people were in there. This had a bit of a sinister feel to it. All the girls looked at each other nervously.

SNICK. The door had been locked. Codi marched straight down the line of girls, suddenly commanding the room like a superstar.

“First things first,” she said, “I’m here to offer all of you an opportunity. The chance of a lifetime.”

Everyone straightened up, the girls’ eyes going wide.

“You girls already know us. We are the “in” crowd and we run this school. Anything we want, we get. All the parties, we’re invited. We don’t do homework, we still get A’s. We. Run. This. School.”

She turned on her heel and began to walk back down the line, from one girl to another. Leaning in close enough to breathe on their faces, her ample bosom brushing against each girl in turn.

“We’re seniors now. This is our last year and we will not leave all that we’ve built up to random, chaotic chance. This system is too good. Too much work has gone into it. In short, we’re looking for replacements. Five of you girls are going to step up and take the reins. Five of you will pull the social strings and all the benefits that come with it.”

Codi leaned into Amanda, the older girl’s chest bumping against hers. In spite of herself, Amanda felt a rush of blood to her cheeks and felt her nipples begin to harden. Codi gave her half a smile and winked, devilishly.

“The rules are simple. You do what we say, when we say it, no questions asked. We will mentor you, train you and help you become the best girl you can be. Now, if you think this is all too much, raise your hand now and you are free to go. I warn you, though — if you stay, you belong to us for the duration. So? Who’s out?”

Amanda looked down the line. All the freshmen looked at each other nervously. Two raised their hands.

“Thank you, girls. You may go,” Codi said, opening the door for the two girls who walked out with wide eyes. SNICK, the door locked again. “The rest of you are now ours. This is where the testing begins. The first thing you have to learn is that your sexuality is your most powerful weapon. Now. Strip. Everything but your undies.”

The girls hesitated, looking at each other. What?

“No joke, girls — this is lesson one.” Codi smiled, “Trust me, it’s worth it.”

The girls hesitantly began to undress. Soon, all eight of them were down to their bras and panties.

Codi stood in front of the first one, farthest from Amanda. Reaching into the girl’s bra, she pulled out two wads of padding. “Really, sweetie?” she said. “You don’t need to fake it, girl — those tits are great.” She winked and moved on down the line, inspecting each girl in turn with a lustful gaze.

Finally, Codi got to Amanda. She slowly ran the back of her hand down Amanda’s arm. “So pale. You’re like milk.” Trailing two fingers down her stomach, Codi pulled her panties open and peeked inside. She smiled devilishly, then the waistband snapped back into place.

Once more, Amanda was blushing bright red. She was embarrassed and mortified. But also aroused. Having that girl look at her pussy sent a shiver of arousal through her like nothing she’d ever felt.

Codi stood back and surveyed the group of embarrassed, shy girls, then brought her hands together in a loud clap. “Stand up straight, ladies!” They all stood up to attention — chests thrust out, budding breasts leading the way, eyes fixed on anything but the other girls. “I don’t know what you’re so embarrassed about. This is a hell of a lot less revealing than your average bikini,” said Codi, rolling her eyes.

Then she pointed at three of the girls, “You, you and you. Get your clothes, you’re free to go. Keep your mouths shut about this, or else.”

The selected girls quickly dressed and hustled  themselves out.

SNICK.

Amanda felt strangely proud. She hadn’t been kicked out. Take that, Kelly!

Codi turned back to the others and smiled. She was quite a bit warmer now. “Congratulations, girls! We’ve been watching you from your first day of junior high. You’ve made it this far, but aren’t out of the woods yet. One of the most important qualities we’re looking for is confidence. We won’t ask you to do anything we don’t think is absolutely necessary, but sometimes it might be unpleasant or… undignified. So you’ll really have to believe in yourselves.” She folded her arms. “Now finish stripping. Everything off.”

Without hesitation, the five girls slid off their panties and unhooked their bras. Soon they all stood naked in the cold restroom.

Amanda glanced down the line at the other four nubile bodies. Each girl was slender and attractive, with various sizes and shapes of breasts, every set of nipples visibly erect. Then she took note of their varied pubic areas. Two of them, including Amanda, were hairy. One girl, a tall blond named Courtney, had a silky patch of blonde down. Another, Katie, was either hairless or had done a complete shave job. Finally, Becky had a classic landing strip, if a bit crooked.

Codi reached out for Katie’s hand. “You’re gorgeous, hon, you know that?” She leaned over and kissed her lightly. Katie flinched a little but Codi held her hand firmly. After tenderly nuzzling her cheek, Codi traced her nose all the way across the girl’s face until they were gazing into each other’s eyes, the tiniest gap between them. Katie’s lips were trembling, either from the coolness of the room or excitement.

Codi stepped away. “You guys are doing great.” She pulled her shirt over her head and unsnapped her bra. Her gorgeous tits were now on display. Amanda sucked in a breath. Other than her sister, she hadn’t seen many naked girls before. Codi unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. All the girls’ eyes widened. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was shaved completely smooth, the little hood covering her clit just barely visible between the folds of her labia.

Codi reached up and squeezed her breasts, biting her lip as she surveyed the girls. She pulled Katie out of line and stood in front of her.

“You will each be paired up with a life coach, who will show you the ropes and the way we do things around here. Katie, you’ll be with me.”

She then guided each of the girls to the front of a closed toilet stall. “Now, the next pillar in our lessons is love. Not just for your boyfriend — who will be a football player, by the way — but for your mentor. She will show you everything you need to know. She will guide you and be your best friend. And lover.” Codi allowed that to sink in, then clapped her hands. “Everyone, on your knees!”

The girls dropped to the floor. The cold tile was uncomfortable, but no one complained. Amanda looked down the row. Each girl was kneeling in front of a stall except for Katie, who knelt before Codi, her eyes never leaving the older girl’s shaved mound.

Amanda’s head was spinning, and she felt like she was going to hyperventilate. Her clit was throbbing from the excitement of being exposed in front of all these girls. She wanted to reach down and give herself a good rub, slip a finger into her juicy hole.

Codi was smiling right at her, an evil glint in her eyes. Amanda didn’t know why, but it was driving her sexual tension through the roof.

“Okay, ladies,” said Codi. All four stall doors opened.

Amanda saw a long set of legs in front of her. And as her eyes slid up past a hairless pussy, she heard a gasp and “What the fuck, Codi!?” Startled, she looked up at the girl’s face. It was Kelly!

Amanda glanced around in confusion. The other stalls had opened to reveal the other “it” girls, standing naked over their trainees.

Codi laughed. “You know the rules, Kelly. You can quit right now, but I don’t have to tell you what happens then, do I?”

Grimacing, Kelly shook her head. “Shit. Well, Amanda, looks like we’re doing this.”

Codi smiled down at Amanda, “What do you say, Mandy? Stay or go?”

Amanda hesitated. She looked up at Kelly, past her pussy, past those perfect tits. Right into her sister’s eyes. There was panic there. Fear, almost. The older girl was beet red.

Fuck it, she told herself. I’m not backing down. “I’ll stay.”

Kelly was aghast, but Codi was all smiles. “Good!” she said.  “Now give your sister a kiss.” Amanda started to stand. “No, not on the mouth. From right where you are…”

Amanda stared at Codi. Did that mean what she thought it meant? Their eyes locked, Codi slowly nodded.

Amanda swiveled her head back to face Kelly. Her sister’s mouth was agape. Amanda had to admit it: this situation gave her a feeling of power that was very arousing.

She closed her eyes, shut off her brain and leaned forward. The scent of her sister’s cunt smacked Amanda right in the nostrils. It was obvious that sitting in the stall waiting had left Kelly moist and horny. She moved closer, her body pulsing with anticipation.

Puckering her lips, Amanda placed a soft kiss on Kelly’s pussy, as if it was her sister’s cheek.

Raising her head, she glanced back at Codi, wondering if she had to do any more than that.

“Oh, come on!“ Codi huffed. “Really? You think that’s good enough?” She stared down at the girl who knelt before her. “Katie, show us how it’s done.”

Katie glanced down the line of girls, her eyes wide, then looked back to Codi, who placed a hand on the back of Katie’s head and guided it to her pussy. Katie hesitated for a moment… then she began to kiss and lick the older girl’s slit.

Codi threw her head back and groaned. “That’s a good girl. Ohhh, yes, yes.” She bucked her hips a little. Suddenly, she pushed Katie away. Katie looked up, surprised. Her hand wandered to her own breasts and tweaked her tiny pink nipples. Her other hand slid down her leg to her clit, which she gently rubbed.

Codi turned to the other girls. “Like that, ladies.”

The sight of Katie going down on Codi had nearly made Amanda pass out from excitement. I’m supposed to do that to my own sister, she realized.

The other senior girls stepped forward. Each of their charges dutifully began, with varying degrees of expertise, to lick and suck at their mentors’ wet pussies.

Amanda looked back at Kelly. She was hungry now. Her brain had been taken over by lust. There was just her, Kelly, and the longing she felt.

Kelly backed away slightly, shocked by what she saw in her sister’s eyes. Amanda reached out, grabbed Kelly’s ass and fastened her mouth to her sister’s cunt.

She ran her tongue around Kelly’s wet clitoris, slipped it down between the folds of her slit, then ran it up and down. Kelly moaned, despite herself. That was the encouragement Amanda craved. She sucked on her sister’s clit, flicking it with her tongue as she slid one hand from Kelly’s tight little ass to her pussy. Her head was spinning, her body was exploding with waves of shock and pleasure like mini-orgasms. She slipped a finger into her sister’s juicy hole and began fingering her.

“Oh, fuck, Mandy!” Kelly moaned, leaning against the stall partition for balance. Her hips began involuntarily grinding into her sister’s mouth. The air around them began to fill with the whimpers and moans of the girls who were getting eaten out.

A gasp, a shuddering orgasm. Then another, and another, and more.

Amanda became aware that she and Kelly were now the only ones left performing. The older girls were slumped against the wall, their young charges at their feet, most of them furiously masturbating while they watched Amanda ravish her sister.

Amanda peered up, Kelly looked down — and as their eyes met and locked, Kelly began to shake. Her knees buckled her to the ground, but Amanda never stopped licking, sucking, fingering. An orgasm ripped through Kelly as she lay on the bathroom floor, legs spread, hands squeezing her tits, little sister eating her pussy. Amanda felt her sister’s pussy flex and pull at her fingers. Her own clit seemed to vibrate as a flow of Kelly’s fragrant juices coated her fingers, lips, tongue and chin.

After her orgasm, Kelly pushed Amanda away, her heart racing, her vision blurred. “Jesus, Mandy,” was all she could manage.

Amanda’s mouth was sticky with her sister’s juices. She eagerly licked her lips and her fingers, tasting every drop she could.

“Well, now, “said Codi, still flushed with sex. “This looks like a good group, I’d say.”

Exchanging shy smiles, all the girls quietly cleaned up and went to class.

Oddly, their absence went unremarked by their teachers. Amanda had to wonder… what exactly was going on here?

By Sammy

“I was so close, Paulette. Right then. To just up and taking her.”

We were sitting in my kitchen, polishing off the remains of a wine lunch.

“I know how much you must’ve wanted to, Ab. And it sounds like Lizzie did too. At least as far as she was able to understand. But… I think I’m glad that you didn’t.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean, that’s about the hottest thing I can possibly picture, which I — which we’ve  — pictured about a billion times.” She cast her eyes downward. “But maybe that’s how it should stay. Pictures. Besides, won’t someone a little more… age-appropriate be coming back, too? She’ll be sixteen by then, so, consent…”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten. Ever since she told me about the breakup, my mind’s been running wild with what might happen. And don’t make me regret I told you! If her parents ever found out…”

“They still don’t know about little what’s-her-face? The one she dated? Or even that she’s…”

“No. They wouldn’t boot her or anything if she came out to them, she says, but with everything she’s doing for Lizzie and then her own skating, she doesn’t want any distractions.”

“That makes sense.” She paused. “I have to say I’m getting pretty hot thinking about you guys necking in the car like that, right in front of her parents’ house…”

“She was so excited… all breathy and jumpy.”

“Mmm. She’s like a little bunny rabbit. I bet she kicks real nice when you get hold of her.”

“I’d love for us both to get a hold of her. Carry her off someplace…”

“What would you do with her? What would we… do with her? Really?”

I didn’t know, really, but for these purposes… “Everything. Start by stripping her down. Probably one of those thin little sweaters.”

“It’d almost be a shame… I just love how her little tits look in ’em.”

“Mmm.” I placed my hand on her thigh. “Nipples that best almost all her bras.”

She took a breath and closed her eyes. “I’d love to continue this, Abby, but I-I’ve gotta grab Fel.”

“Uhm, yeah, of course.”

“I’ll call you.”

And she was out the door with a peck, which turned out to be our last intimate moment for a while. We were both pretty busy at work, but in the holes of our schedules where we used to find time to get together, to fuck or for any conversation more demanding than coffee, she always seemed to find an excuse. I didn’t have the nerve to ask if she was seeing someone else, nor was I able to glean any hints from my errant little eavesdropper.

And it was Lizzie, of course, who filled Brenda’s absence, though in the deeply diminished form of computer conversations. Luckily, I was spared the indignity of asking that we Skype rather than phone — it turns out my daughter wanted to see my face even more than I wanted to see hers, and insisted herself. It wouldn’t be overstating it to say I lived for the moment when her perfect elfin face would fill my screen with a bright “Hi, Mommy!”

Lizzie and I didn’t talk about the kiss right before she left, at least in so many words, or what was going to happen when she got home, but the energy between us was undeniably changed, and charged. Whatever detail the subpar image on the computer screen left out, I made up for myself, a mental montage of the constant picture show she commanded inside my head, in all manner of (un)dress, itself substantially aided by the hours and hours of skate footage I had compiled and would have used to get off right before getting on the laptop. Or maybe not, not all the way. Maybe I’d stop short…trail my sticky fingers across the trackpad, answer the Skype call while the other hand waits in my shorts and tweaks my clit, hard, the second I hear my daughter’s voice, keeps on it, slow and steady, sliding one, then two, then three fingers into my cunt dribbling pools below the dining room table and collapsing into the large oak chair below me, having painstakingly waited until the voice had said, “Bye, Mommy!” before I closed the computer crying “Lizzie!” and came and came.

Maybe. Maybe I’d do that.

. . . . .

 

“Hi, Abby!” Brenda grinned.

“Hey yourself. How are things up there?”

“Great. Really great!” She looked stricken for a moment. “Do you — do you wanna talk to Lizzie? She’s just in the kitchen with Aunt —”

“It’s fine, Brenda,” I smiled. “I’m talking to you now, sweetheart.”

She smiled back, shyly. The screen resolution wasn’t low enough to hide her quickly-reddening cheeks. “Well, we just finished the morning skate.”

“And how did that go?”

“Great!”

“Not… really great?”

“Don’t make fun,” she mock-pouted.

“Oh, don’t tell me you can’t take it. A big girl like you. A big teacher like you.”

“Yeah, that’s me… tee.” She giggled. She actually said ‘tee.’ “I’m really excited with how the new program’s coming. Lizzie’s wonderful doing it.”

“She’s told me how much she adores what you’ve come up with, and how excited she is to perform it for the first time.”

“Honestly, it’s as much hers as it is mine, I mean, she—” She seemed to catch herself. “Thank you, Abby. That means a lot to me. And… I really wanted to tell you something I should have before we left. Which is how incredibly grateful I am to have a skater as good as Lizzie to try out routines on.”

“She is quite the little guinea pig, isn’t she? Just ready for anything.”

Brenda’s eyes went wide, then down, then she kind of snorted. “You’re telling me.”

“What do you mean, dear?”

“Oh, uh, y’know… just the difficult jumps.” That blush again. And another giggle.

“Mmm. I’m sure. Any I haven’t seen?”

“Well, the—”

“Is that Abby, Bren?” Called an older voice somewhere off-screen.

“Yeah!” Brenda answered.

“Your daughter’s so good my entire life feels like a lie.” The pretty face of Brenda’s Aunt Ellen popped sideways into frame. “I mean, just so you know.”

I smirked. “She seems to have that effect on a lot of people.”

Ellen’s eyes darted around the perimeter of the screen. “So, I can’t talk on these things for more than eight seconds or so. They bug me out. All of them. But I’d love if we could get together the next time I’m in town.”

“I’d love that, Ellen.”

“And we love having Lizzie here. She’s in fine, caring hands. I taught this little weirdo everything I know.” She petted Brenda’s head.

“Yeah, and you’re teaching it to Lizzie, too!”

“Hey, no, kid, she’s all yours. I just step in for a pointer and two.”

Brenda rolled her eyes. “No, you just give her a bunch of complicated things to do ’cause you wanna watch her do ’em.”

“Even if that were true, can you blame me? We haven’t had a real contender here for years and she’s better than her grandma!”

“Don’t let Lizzie frickin’ hear that, Aunt Ellen.”

“Don’t worry, she’s keeping my fajitas sizzling. We could set a bomb off.”

Brenda laughed. “No, that’s after your fajitas.”

“Hmph. Well, Abby, I’m gonna tend to your lovely daughter and leave you to this sarcastic little bitch.”

“You love me.”

“Yeah, but I love lotsa unsavory things. That’s no accomplishment.”

“Just go cook your stinky burritos.”

“Fajitas,” Ellen called out, returning to the kitchen. “And just for that, you’re getting Cheerios!”

Brenda laughed and turned back to me.

“So am I to conclude my little chef isn’t up for speaking to Mommy right now?”

“She said she’d call you later. She’s really gotten into cooking.”

As much as I wanted to stay on and probe Brenda, especially about my daughter following orders, and as disappointed as I was that Lizzie wasn’t dying to talk to me, I said goodbye and left myself to sift through some uncomfortable thoughts. Of course I wouldn’t be upset if Brenda had sexual feelings for Lizzie — I think I’d come to accept that every female in a five-mile radius was itching to get into her tights. But I didn’t know how I would feel if I found that she and my daughter actually did… what? Yes, what exactly would they be doing? What… could they be doing? Had Brenda gained enough experience in her youthful experiments to rock Lizzie’s world, or would it be closer to something between inexpert equals? I couldn’t help but picture Lizzie’s blonde mop bobbing up and down as she ate eagerly into Brenda’s furry little cunt, the older girl’s hands pulling my baby’s face further between her hips, humping up from some indistinct surface — there was no time for detail, and I felt a crippling orgasm overtake me as I slipped from my chair, whimpering through wheezing breaths on the carpet.

Jesus. I couldn’t even get my head around this thing for thirty seconds without falling into a puddle of my own cum.

. . . . .

 

The day before Lizzie was set to return, I had run over to the rink to pick up some registration material for the Nationals when I ran into Paulette and Felicia.

“Abby!” The girl squealed, running over to me and wrapping her arms around my chest. “I’ve missed you and Lizzie so much!” Her mother nodded and followed, slowly.

“I’ve missed you too, sweetie. All finished practice?”

“Yeah! I wish Lizzie was here to see. She’s coming back tomorrow, right?”

“Yep, tomorrow.” Her eyes lit up.

“Can she stay the night? Mommy, can Lizzie come and stay the night?” Paulette, finally reaching us, placed her arms on Felicia’s shoulders and dragged her eyes up to meet mine. She looked tired and slightly irritated. “Sweetie, I’m sure Abby would like to have Lizzie home after not seeing her for so long…”

That was certainly true, as was Paulette plainly not wanting my daughter over. Something deep inside me twitched. “Oh, that’s okay. If it’s all right with your mom, Felicia, it’s all right with me. I’ll have plenty of time with her on the car ride home. And sometimes,” I looked up at Paulette. “Sometimes, a girl just needs a friend.”

“Can she, Momma? Please?”

Paulette’s lip appeared to tremor under my gaze. “Sure, sweetie. Sure she can.”

. . . . .

 

“Are you sure you’re okay with me riding home with the older students, Mom? You didn’t respond to my e-mail.”

“Of course I am, Lizzie. I’ve just been busy.” Lie. “I’m glad.” Lie again, bitch. “I’m glad you made friends up there.” Okay. Truth.

“Yeah! Even the girl who was peeved about my solo ice time.”

“Well, I think we’ll only have time for a quick bite. How about… I pick you up from the station, then we drop your stuff off, and go to Spaghetti Freddy’s?”

“Yeah! Then Paulette’s after?”

“Of course.”

“…Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“I know I told you a bunch on Skype, but I really, really missed you. And I’m glad you’re letting me go to Felicia’s tomorrow. But I love you so much. And I’m really excited to see you again. And I promise that the day after I get back will be just us, okay? No skating, no nothing. Just you and me.”

I tried my damnedest, but there was no way she missed my tears on the screen. “That sounds lovely, sweetheart. I’m looking forward to it. I love you, too.

“More than anything.”

. . . . .

 

It was raining on the way home from dropping Lizzie off at Paulette and Felicia’s, so I jogged from the car to the porch. As I stepped up and started to pull my hood down, I jumped: there was Brenda. Eyes red, soaking wet, hands in the pockets of her outsized parka. “I was wrong, Abby,” she squeaked.

“What are you talking about?”

“They kicked me out.”

. . . . .

 

I walked into the living room with our tea and sat down next to Brenda, knees tucked into her chest at the end of the couch. “Thank you so much, Abby. Ellen can come get me tomorrow. I don’t know what I’m gonna do when school starts up, but —”

“You can stay as long as you need to, Brenda. Just tell me what happened.”

“My parents found my journal.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. “You keep a journal?”

“Uh-huh…” She sensed my concern. “Don’t worry, it’s sanitized, but not enough to hide that I like women.”

“And that was enough? For them to kick you out?”

“Well, it started as a fight about honesty, about me hiding things from them, but when I told them I was sure no man would be giving them a grandchild through me, that’s when it got ugly.

“I said I wouldn’t be mean enough to have kids with them as grandparents, so my mom said… she told me to go live with… with the older woman that I seem to love so much more than I love them.”

I swallowed. “The older woman…?”

“Yeah… the older woman.” She sent her head leaning forward, inexorably, towards mine. Our lips met shyly, soon becoming reacquainted like lost lovers. I felt the sweet touch of her tongue, and pulled back, looking into her eyes. “Brenda, I don’t think you’re in a very good place right now.”

Her fingers raked softly across my shoulders as she brought her cheek to my chest. She mewled. “I dunno, Abby, this feels like an awful nice place…”

I struggled to reply, to deny. What was the point?

She looked up at me. “I know I have a lot to think about. And to do. But I don’t care about anything right now besides being with you.”

“Oh, sweetie…” I sighed, falling to the couch. Brenda brought her lips to my collarbone and nibbled gently as she placed her palm wide and flat on my stomach. I felt the entire lower half of my body quiver under her touch. I knew my panties would be damp already. But I wasn’t ready yet.

“Brenda, whatever this is, we’re not going to start it with a lie. I need you to tell me about you and Lizzie.” She was silent. All-in, I decided — on a half-bluff. “I think you know what I’m talking about, dear.”

“Yeah…” She looked on the verge of tears and I could tell she wouldn’t be forthcoming on her own.

“What did you mean, on one of our Skype calls, when you agreed… emphasized that Lizzie was up for anything? Again… I think you know what I mean.”

She looked down at her lap but I cupped her chin and brought her face up. She knew I was waiting for an answer.

“Showering together… to save water.” Oh God. I clasped one of her hands in mine.

“In the shower… is showering all you did?”

“Pretty much.” Had her blush always been this impossibly cute? “I was too nervous. Lizzie wasn’t… at all.”

I chuckled softly as my fingers played over her palm. “What would you have… liked to have done?”

“You want me to tell you?”

I nodded.

“Lick around her ear, kiss down her neck, bite her shoulder,” she breathed out in what I could only describe as a hesitant rush. I was rapt. “I love her little breasts. I know she’s getting them now. She looked so amazing skating up there… especially when it was just us, none of Aunt Ellen’s other students. She wouldn’t wear anything underneath, and they’d get all hard… so I thought maybe she liked me, like, you know, so I thought the shower was a good idea… but I just felt so dumb and… and pervy.”

“But it kept happening?”

“Lizzie wanted to.” Of course. “Last night, she asked me to wash her back. It was so nice, she’s so perfect, her body…” She began to trail off, but caught herself and looked embarrassed.

“Brenda, let me tell you one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You have no reason to feel like a pervert, sweetheart. At least around me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lizzie is… a desirable girl.”

“You mean — you —” she looked down and giggled. “Gosh, Abby, that is… hot.” The word seemed to embarrass her.

“What would you do if she was here, right now, with us?”

“I would kiss her.”

“I already know that, dear.” I cupped her cheek and kissed her, quick but hard. “Anything. You can do anything.”

“I wanna eat her little pussy.” That one she got out just fine. “I saw it. In the shower. She has just the littlest tuft on top with a bit trailing down. Like a comet.” I hadn’t been so turned on since my first time with Paulette. And we’d barely touched.

“What else?”

“Her butthole.”

I leaned forward and, kicking off the start of her own fantasy of Lizzie, started in on her ear. “That’s so dirty, dear. My little girl’s butthole. Never had anything in there but a suppository. What would you do with it?”

“I wanna look at it first.” Our mouths and ears were connected, working like a circuit. I felt an intimacy I rarely had before, my pussy dripping as this beautiful teenager talked about my daughter’s rectum. “I want her to hold it open for me. I haven’t looked at it close, but I bet it’s barely a different color than her cheeks. I bet it’s got a few little crinkles. Then I wanna put my nose in it… I want to smell it deep, I wanna smell her everywhere…” I squeezed her breast, but kept my head next to hers. “Would you… do anything else?”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned. “I’d put my tongue in her perfect little butthole. As far as I could. In ‘n out. Till it’s all slippery…” I hugged her tight and felt her heave into me.

“Oh baby, you want her so, so bad, don’t you?”

“I want her!” She shot a hand down to her lap and pressed, shifted once, and came hard. When she was finished she pulled back and looked at me with newly damp eyes. “Oh my God, that was… the best.”

“Would you like to go upstairs, dear? And see how wonderfully wrong you are?”

. . . . .

 

She saw. Several times before three o’clock in the morning. Shortly thereafter, the feeling of Brenda’s lips around my nipple nudged me awake. I surged with affection for this incredible girl, urging my chest up to her mouth. “That feels nice,” I whispered, stroking back and forth across the fine ridges of her back. She whimpered affirmatively, and I felt her humping into the mattress. Holding her head with one hand so she knew she wasn’t to pull away, I reached down to her hips with the other and brought the bottom half of her body around. We were soon together like a ‘T’, and when she moved to switch nipples I slid my fingers inside her pussy, causing her to bite down sharp on her new point of interest. She increased the speed of her mouth, moaning into my tit and suckling greedily as her juices ran down my hand and onto the sheets. My position let me slip my pinkie down to her clit so I was moving up and down the length of her, fingers inside, and sawing into her raw little button on the downstroke. She was moaning so hard she was almost sobbing. I could tell she was going to come.

I reluctantly pulled her mouth from my nipple. “I want your cunt.”

She chirped in delight and swiveled her hips over my face. “Omigod, Abby!” She let out as she sank down onto me, lips settling perfectly onto mine, my nostrils engulfed in her asshole. I simply drank her in at first, exploring widely and lazily with my tongue, imbibing on her dripping cum whenever I took a breath. Her body moved in little circles, playing with my nipples, excitedly, like Christmas toys she had been waiting for since January.

My fingers bristled through her pubic hair like summer reeds, fine and light, and there, waiting, at the small field’s ending pause, the punctured pucker she had so obsessed over on my daughter, licked by foamy cream. It tasted heavenly, but just as I found myself aching for something else, there was my little lover’s breath on my bush, a high sound coming from her throat as I sensed her smelling me. Her tongue met me slowly but insistently, and it was soon clear she had indeed learned a thing or two from her little rink bunny. She tugged on my pubes with her teeth, nibbled my inner lips, putting me off just enough to let me know I was being inhaled. I wailed her name into her hole and she sucked my clit into her mouth; teeth again, but perfectly so, piercing through to a blissful burst and we cried and came both. “I-I love you, Abby…”

“I love you too, Brenda.”

. . . . .

 

We woke up early the next morning and decided we’d go to Brenda’s and get her clothes. Since we were covered legally, we would admit nothing but let her parents think what they wanted to. The focus was on making sure she was secure and comfortable.

It was a few hours earlier than I was supposed to pick up Lizzie when I pulled into Paulette’s driveway. I told Brenda to wait in the car and got out to head up the cobblestones.

To this day, I sometimes wonder how things would have played out had I made it to the door; if I hadn’t caught the movement in the bay window, to the left of that door; if I hadn’t gleaned enough of the nature of that movement to have me walking through that door, turning sharply, and seeing Paulette’s face sticking out of the top of a sleeping bag, a thin pair of legs on either side of her head, the rest of the young body occupied busily with something lower down inside.

My heart stopped — until I saw Lizzie in her own sleeping bag a few feet away, still asleep. Before I could think, I was running over to my daughter and yanking her out by the underarms. Paulette turned her head boozily. Her eyes shot open when she saw me, and I heard “Abby!” and “Mommy?” at the same hurried moment.

My shoulder thudded hard as I turned the corner, my knee maybe harder as I rushed out the front door. The tears on my face felt like fire in the cool air. A hand touched my shoulder and I whipped around. “What?!”

“Can we talk, Abby?” Tears were streaming down Paulette’s face. “Please?”

“About what?” I sneered. “About keeping it as ‘pictures’? Pictures in front of my fucking ten-year-old daughter!”

“Abby, please!”

“Save it.”

“Mommy, why are you mad?”

“Mommy’s all right, sweetie,” I tried to reassure her into the backseat. “But I need you to get in the car and keep quiet, okay?”

Brenda hadn’t made a move but was staring at us, intently. I ignored Paulette’s pleading and got into the driver’s seat, closed the door, and pulled away.

Two blocks later, at the next red light, Brenda turned to me.

“Abby… what happened?”

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