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Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 18

  • Posted on May 8, 2018 at 8:43 am

By: Cheryl Taggert

When Lexi finally got home after having fun at Becky’s, she lay on her bed thinking until nearly suppertime. She wondered about the life her new friend, Becky, enjoyed. She herself had enjoyed fun with her mom’s little sister, Candace, but she never had sex with her mom. She didn’t know if she would be able to do that, but the idea intrigued her.

She thought about her time with Callie, Becky’s mom. She had sucked the woman’s boobs until the woman was moaning with the need to come. Then she’d moved down her belly, planting little kisses along the way. Lexi’s Aunt Candace loved for her to do that, and she thought maybe Callie would love it, too. She had, but not as much as she’d loved it when Lexi began licking and sucking the woman’s pussy. Callie had enjoyed three orgasms while Lexi licked her pussy and clit. Then the woman had insisted on licking Lexi. She’d told Callie she was sore from the sex she’d had with Callie’s daughters, Tanya and Becky, but she’d still managed to have another orgasm. Callie had made sure she licked her clit softly, which made a difference. When she’d had her orgasm with her new friends’ mother, she opened her eyes to see Tanya and Becky watching them. Tanya had her fingers on her pussy, rubbing herself to another orgasm. Becky had found she liked having her butthole touched and fingered, and she was standing there with one hand reaching around herself and was obviously pushing a finger in and out of her butt.

Lexi was still too sore to do anything more that evening, but she sat at dinner that night with her mom and wondered how often her mom masturbated. She also wondered if her mom had a vibrator. They’d really enjoyed Callie’s. She decided she had to find out and wondered why it had taken this long to see her mother in a sexual way.

The next day when her mom went to work, Lexi sneaked into her bedroom. She had never really explored her mom’s room much, other than playing dress-up when she was younger. At those times, her mom would choose a few items for her to wear. Now, though, she was in search of her mother’s more intimate possessions–if she had any. She hoped so. Her parents were divorced and her mom rarely dated, so she felt her mom should at least have some fun.

She stood in the middle of the room, looking around and wondering where her mom might keep a sex toy, when she remembered that Callie kept hers in a bedside drawer. She stepped over to her mom’s bedside table and tugged at the drawer.

It was locked. Lexi was disappointed because now she wanted to see what was inside that drawer even more than before because she was certain there was something in there her mom used for sex. Why else would she lock her bedside drawer?

She began searching around for a key, hoping it wasn’t on her mother’s key ring. She went to the other side of her mom’s bed and opened the drawer there, which wasn’t locked. No key. She searched her mom’s closet. No key, at least not one she could find. If that’s where the key was, though, it was in a great hiding place because Lexi searched everywhere inside the closet. Finally, she went into her mother’s bathroom, remembering how her mom didn’t like for her to go in there, saying it was her “haven of solitude.” Oddly, she looked at her mother’s Jacuzzi tub and figured out for the first time what her mom liked to do in there. Again, she wondered why it hadn’t occurred to her before. After all, her Aunt Candace enjoyed sex and loved masturbating in the tub. Why wouldn’t Aunt Candace’s older sister?

Opening a bottom drawer of the bathroom vanity, she spotted a key at the back of the drawer. It was small enough to fit the lock on the bedroom table’s drawer. Not only that, but it was on a key ring with a tiny dildo attached to it. She recognized the inch-long replica of a sex toy immediately and realized she must have found the key she longed for.

Walking to her mother’s bedside table, she inserted the small key and turned the lock. Success! Slowly sliding the drawer open, she realized she’d found something amazing.

Lying on top of several DVD cases was an assortment of vibrators and other sex toys. Now, however, what she was really interested in were the DVD’s. What kind were they? Did they have people in them having sex?

She picked one up and walked to the DVD player and small, flat-screen TV on top of a chest of drawers across the room from the bed. Turning both on and inserting the DVD, she went to sit on her mother’s bed.

The screen flickered for a moment as the DVD started playing automatically. She knew these were some kind of homemade or private DVD’s because there were no credits at the start of the movie or any ads for other movies. Plus, commercial DVD’s had images and stuff stamped on one side. These looked like the blank ones people could buy in the electronics section of Walmart or something.

As the movie started,  Lexi gasped. It was a movie with a woman and a little girl, who looked to be maybe five or six years old. The woman was adjusting the girl on a bed. Both of them were naked. The woman was talking to the girl, and the girl was answering her. From the conversation, it was obvious the pair were a mother and daughter.

The mom was a pretty brunette. The girl had long hair the color of dark honey. They had done this many times before because the little girl did not show any surprise at anything her mother did. At one point, the mom asked the little girl, “Do you like it when Mommy licks you here?” and the little girl nodded and said, “Yes.” The woman licked the little girl’s pussy and butt before handing the child a small purple vibrator. The girl pressed the humming toy against her pussy and was obviously enjoying the sensations it brought her.

After watching this scene for several minutes, it suddenly occurred to Lexi that this was her mom’s DVD. She watched this?! The thought that her mom had this and watched it caused Lexi to shiver. Her mom enjoyed watching this woman and her little girl together. That thought kept racing through her mind, leading Lexi to wonder if her mom ever fantasized about doing that stuff to her.

Lexi noticed she was getting very turned on watching this. The little girl licked her mother’s pussy for a while and then they got into a sixty-nine, with the little girl’s pussy and butt facing the camera. Lexi watched as the young girl had an obvious orgasm. Her little hips trembled and shook as the mom licked and touched her most private spot. The child’s squeals of delight were music to Lexi’s ears and quite stimulating for her pussy. Still, she refrained from doing anything right then.

After watching that scene, Lexi took out the other DVD. This one was much like the other one, but the girl was older and had a twin sister. The mom wasn’t as pretty as the one in the other DVD, but she wasn’t ugly either, just more average looking. The twin girls looked to be about her own age, ten, perhaps eleven. They did lots of things to each other while the mom watched. Then they all took turns doing stuff.

When she’d finished watching this scene, Lexi made a decision. Her mom obviously enjoyed the same stuff Lexi’s Aunt Candace, her mom’s youngest sister, enjoyed. Her aunt and a friend had seduced Lexi when she was five. Now, she had discovered her mom had the same kind of sexual fantasies. Lexi’s decision was to seduce her mom. And she didn’t think it would be that hard to do.

She called Aunt Candace at her work and asked her to stop by on her way home. Her aunt could tell there was something sexy Lexi wanted to share and agreed happily to stop by. She would be off work well before her sister, Lexi’s mom, would. That would allow plenty of time for what they liked to call “playtime.”

When Candace got off work, she drove to her niece’s house, wondering what Lexi had to share. She decided to remove her panties once she got in the car so her pussy would be easily accessible for her ten-year-old niece.

Parking in the driveway, she strolled up to the door, her pussy already a soaking mess. But a delicious mess, she reminded herself.

When the door opened, Lexi was standing there, completely naked, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

“Well, well, little girl,” Candace said, smiling lasciviously at her niece. “What on earth are you doing without any clothes on?”

“Waiting for my sexy aunt to get here.”

“Well, she’s not going to make it, I’m afraid. I guess I’ll have to do.”

Candace stepped inside and Lexi closed the door. Then the child brought two DVD’s out from behind her back. “Guess what these are?” Lexi asked, a wicked smile curving her lips.

“DVD’s?” Candace said, stating the obvious. “Or are they CD’s?”

“They’re DVD’s, but of what?”

As Candace removed her clothes, she said, “Did you make a DVD of yourself? You know your mom could find them.”

“These are Mom’s,” Lexi said, the mischief in her tone unmistakable.

“Your mom has some DVD’s?” Candace asked, a bit shocked since based on Lexi’s manner, the DVD’s obviously were not movies of one of their family holiday dinners.

“Uh-huh. Guess what of.”

“Sex?” Candace asked, suddenly surprised she knew nothing of her sister’s sex life. For some reason, she had always thought of her sister Pauline as rather straight-laced.

“Even better,” Lexi said.

“Nothing’s better than sex,” Candace said.

“How about sex between moms and their daughters?”

Candace’s face took on one of those looks that said Lexi didn’t understand the porn business. “Honey, those are actresses. They’re not really mothers and daughters. There are entire porn series based on it, like “The Mother-Daughter Exchange Club,” or a lot of them featuring an older woman and a college-age girl as a step-mom and step-daughter.”

“No, these are real. They can’t make these kinds of movies in Hollywood or whatever.”

Candace still looked doubtful. “How do you know they’re real?”

“Well, one is of these twin girls, so I know they’re really sisters.”

Candace had to admit that yes, there were plenty of those kinds of videos online. “Okay. But how do you know they’re mothers and daughters for real?”

“Well, the twins look to be about my age and the other one with a mom and daughter has a girl who’s maybe five or six.”

Candace felt her jaw drop open and her eyes widen. “Is this a joke?” she asked.

“Nope. See for yourself,” Lexi said, holding out the plastic DVD cases.

Candace took them and stepped over to the family TV with the DVD player hooked up to it. She saw the player was already on and noticed the TV screen had a dark blue tint, indicating it was on as well but needed something in the DVD player to show anything. She popped in one of the DVD’s and watched in awe as the picture came to life. It was a young, very pretty mother and her equally pretty daughter, who was definitely around age five or six. She stood there, still half-dressed, watching the movie.

She looked at Lexi. “You found these in the house?”

“Yep.”

“Where?”

“In Mom’s bedside drawer. It was locked but I found the key.”

“Show me where,” Candace said. As she followed her niece to her sister’s bedroom, she finished stripping off her top, which had been the only garment remaining by then.

They entered the bedroom and Lexi went straight for the bedside table, and Candace followed. Inside the open drawer were a half-dozen sex toys. “You found these DVD’s in here?” Candace asked, despite knowing the answer.

“Uh-huh. They’re Mommy’s. MOMMY’S!” Lexi answered.

“What does this all mean?” Candace wondered aloud.

“It means I’m gonna have sex with Mommy. And so are you!” Lexi said and got down on her knees to start licking her aunt’s soaking wet pussy.

Candace was rather confused about what Lexi had found. Pauline had always seemed so . . . straight-laced. There had never been any hint that she went in for straight porn, much less the kind of ultra-kinky stuff that was found in her bedside table drawer. She was momentarily overwhelmed by the throbbing in her pussy as her little niece licked her there. She and Phyllis had taught her well, or maybe she was just a natural. Either way, Candace forgot about Pauline for a moment and settled on her sister’s bed while Lexi worked to bring her to an orgasm. She would return the favor when Lexi was finished, and then they would talk more about what Lexi had discovered and how to go about seducing Pauline.

She could feel her body climbing the mountain to a wonderful climax. The throbbing intensified until she fell over the cliff into absolute joy. She’d loved orgasms since her first one at age nine, and Lexi could bring on the most intense orgasms she’d ever had. This one was no exception. Pleasure spread out from her center, seeming to bathe each cubic inch of her body with bliss.

Now it was Lexi’s turn. Candace turned the girl onto her back and dove in to lick and suck the girl’s bald pussy. It was much fuller than it had been the first time she and Phyllis had seduced her. Candace could tell Lexi would be starting to grow boobs soon as well as pubic hair. The child would probably want to keep the hair until she realized it could be a nuisance for girls when they licked her. Then Candace would teach her how to shave and wax her most intimate area. Or maybe Pauline would want to teach her. Candace had never thought of that before, but with the evidence of the way Pauline truly felt about children and sex in their possession, she was sure their entire existence would be changed forever now.

As Candace licked her niece’s bald pussy, she thought of the many times she had sneaked a peak at Pauline when Candace was young. She had longed for Pauline to do things to her once Candace had discovered orgasms. She instinctively knew that if she could rub herself there and make it feel so amazing, then someone else could do the same, and she fantasized about it frequently growing up. Of course, she also would imagine rubbing Pauline’s pussy as well. Those thoughts would sometimes be all she thought about when she masturbated as a young girl. When she met Phyllis, she discovered just how great it could be to touch another girl’s pussy and have another girl touch hers. Now, here it was ten years after Candace had discovered the amazing sensations that she could feel in her pussy, and she would finally get to enjoy her older sister, the first target of her lust.

When it occurred to Candace that she was about Lexi’s age when she discovered orgasms, and Pauline had been Candace’s own age now when that had happened, she thought about the DVD’s found hiding in Pauline’s drawer. This made her wonder if Pauline had ever thought of her in that way when she was nineteen and Candace only nine. She hoped so. It would make the imminent seduction easier. Then again, it made her realize all the fun times they had lost because Pauline had probably been too scared to approach her with her desires.

Lexi had an amazing orgasm, shivers and spasms rocking her slender body. When Lexi’s climax ended, Candace took her hand and led the girl into Lexi’s bedroom. “It wouldn’t do for your mom to catch us like this in her bedroom, regardless of what we found,” Candace said.

They and gathered their clothes the DVD’s on the way to Lexi’s room and lay on the bed to talk about how to get Lexi’s mom interested in doing what they both knew would be a fantasy come true.

“I was already thinking about that while waiting for you to get here,” Lexi said.

“What’s your plan?”

“Well, she takes a shower every day when she gets home from work. I thought I’d wait until she was in the shower and get naked and join her. Then I’d just start sucking her boobs and fingering her while telling her I found her DVD’s.”

“Well, that’s one plan,” Candace said, “but it might scare the shit out of her when you got in the shower with her and started having sex without so much as a quick explanation. After all, we’re assuming she would be okay with having sex with you, her own daughter. She might not really feel that way. Besides, she’s taken quite a few measures to make sure nobody ever found out about her secret desires. Doing what is essentially ‘jumping her bones’ would be a shock. She might even faint.”

“Then what do you think we should do?”

“First, are you absolutely sure you want to have sex with your mom?” Candace asked. “Think about it now. It would change everything about your relationship.”

Lexi thought about it, but not for long. She was totally excited about this. She could imagine the feel of her mom’s pussy on her mouth as she sat there thinking. “Absolutely sure. Like a thousand percent,” she finally said.

“Well, I was thinking I would sit down with her while you are in here and tell her what the two of us have been up to since you were little. Then I’d tell her I knew that she enjoyed that kind of stuff because I’d found her DVD’s.”

“But I found them!” Lexi protested.

“Yes, I know you did, but it might be better if I say I found them. Then she can’t be pissed at you for sneaking into her private stuff. I’m an adult, so I can handle it. You’re her daughter. That entire situation changes how she would accept the fact we know about it.”

“So you’re gonna tell her everything, like what happened that first time with Phyllis?”

“Yes. And telling her I know about her secret will help make it easier for her to accept what I tell her. I plan to make her understand that you would LOVE for her to join us.”

“But why can’t I tell her that?” Lexi asked.

“You will, but only after I ease her into the idea. Believe me, it will be a lot better than you stepping into the shower and more or less raping her.”

Lexi sighed. She wanted to do it her way, but she’d learned that Candace usually saw the problems in her ideas, and she’d found out the hard way more than once that Candace was usually right about stuff like that.

“Okay. We’ll do it your way,” Lexi said. “Now, you wanna hear about my new friend and her older sister and her mom?”

Candace looked at Lexi, who obviously had a sexy story to tell. “What?”

“I met this girl at the toy store in the mall the other day, and we got to talking about Barbies, and that led to talking about sex, and that–”

“Wait a second. How did talking about Barbies lead to talking about sex?”

Lexi gave Candace a look that said, ‘come on, think.’ Candace thought about it and asked, “Oh, so you two started talking about the sex stuff you do with Barbies?”

“Yes. Now, don’t interrupt me. We started talking about sex and she invited me to her place to ‘play with her Barbies’ and her meaning was clear. So when we got to her house, we got online and started looking at Pornhub and then she started this lesbian video and that led to us messing around, which of course was what we’d both been planning all along. So then, Becky’s–that’s my new friend–Becky’s sister, who’s like sixteen or so, comes in the room and we all three start doing it together. Well, then Becky’s mom comes in and then she joins in and we all have sex.”

“You met a girl your age who has sex with her older sister and mom?”

“Yep. Cool, huh?”

“I’ll say. Where do they live?”

“It’s over on Poplar Drive. I bet they’d like to meet you. I told them about us, and they really looked interested in getting together.”

“You told them we have sex?”

“Yeah, but then they do too, so there’s no problem. Becky wants to spend the night the next time I get to stay at your place.”

“She wants to have sex with me?” Candace couldn’t believe her luck. It had never occurred to her that her little niece could get more sex partners for them.

“Yeah, and I think Tanya and Callie do, too.”

“Tanya and Callie are Becky’s mom and sister?”

“Yeah. Tanya’s Becky’s sister.”

“I think that would be great. Maybe your mom would want to invite them all over one night for fun. Who knows? It’s worth a try, isn’t it?”

Lexi grinned at her aunt.

They got dressed and kept talking about various things, waiting for Pauline to get home. They had just started kissing again when Lexi’s mom got home. They heard the door open and close, and Pauline’s voice called, “Candace? Lexi? Where are you?”

“We’re in here,” Candace called, then rose from where she was sitting on the bed, but not until she hid the DVD’s under a pillow.

Stepping to the door, Candace opened it and greeted Pauline, who looked suspiciously at Candace and her daughter, as if wondering what might have gone on behind the closed door.

“Hey,” Pauline said, her nervous smile greeting them. “What’s going on in here?”

“We were just talking,” Candace answered. “And that reminds me that there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“Oh? What?” Pauline said.

“Let’s go in your bedroom. It’s more private.”

As they entered the bedroom, Candace saw that the drawer with the vibrators in it was open. Pauline stopped in her tracks, indicating she saw it too.

Candace looked at her older sister, whose blush displayed both anger and embarrassment.

“What the–? Have you been in my drawer?” She walked to the table and peered inside. Her face registered she could tell what was no longer inside. She glared at Candace.

“You have no right going into my private property!”

“Yes, well,” Candace began, “since I did and I know everything about you and your secret, I think we should talk.”

Pauline stared at her younger sister, a frown creasing her brow and the hot flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

“Here. Let’s sit on the bed,” Candace said, and Pauline sat, allowing her weight to fall onto the bed as if her legs would no longer hold her up.

“Are you going to have me arrested?” Pauline asked.

“Why would I do that?” said Candace, truly confused.

“Because. Possessing movies like that is illegal.”

“Of course I’m not going to have you arrested,” Candace said. “In fact, I think it’s time for confessions to be shared.” Her smile was the first clue to Pauline that perhaps Candace had something much more acceptable than jail in mind for her older sister.

Continue on to Chapter 19!

Revolutionettes, Chapter 18

  • Posted on May 6, 2018 at 9:47 am

By Amanda

Neither Sandra nor I had drunk so much that we felt unwell the next morning. I led my love down the stairs and into the dining room, and over the next hour the rest of the women found their way there for breakfast. It was all quite informal.

Many of my guests were suffering from the night before, and I knew Josette’s remedy was nearly useless. However, Charity offered to make something to help them all, and her remedy was both fast and effective.

By noon everyone was cheery and ready for the final night of the party. I toured the house, making small talk as I did, finally stopping when I found the Madame Le Granade sitting in my library reading.

“Madame,” I said as I entered.

She marked her page and closed the book. “Hardly matters if I keep my place,” she said, looking at the tome. “Force of habit really.”

“I’ll leave it as an open invitation for your return,” I offered. Annabelle smiled at me.

“I wanted to thank you for greeting Charity.”

“The Negress?” she shrugged. “What’s the use of having all this influence if I can’t do something noble once in a while.”

Annabelle invited me to sit next to her, and I did.

“I once believed in slavery, and remaining loyal to the Crown,” she said. “I looked down on the common people, the poor, the Negros, the Orientals. I thought them all beneath me. Then, after the Revolution, I occasioned to speak with people other than just those of my own class and station. I found them charming in their determination and diligence. In the time since the Revolution I have come to believe that there is no one truly beneath me, only those less fortunate. I have seen people of standing lose their wealth, their homes, everything they had, and come to realize that it is only through chance or by the grace of God that I have held onto mine.”

“Words of wisdom,” I said with a smile.

“And I learned too late in life, I fear, to undo those things I’ve done that I now would consider immoral. At my age, you are keenly aware that the grave is ever approaching. It makes you look back on your life with different eyes. You are fortunate indeed that you had such wisdom so young.”

“I was orphaned. I dare say it is only the greatest fortune that I did not live my life as a simple maid, and in time a poor wife. Were it not for me meeting one particular girl, who was living in the home of a good man, my fate might have been… I shudder to think.”

“There but for the grace of God…” Annabelle repeated quietly.

“You believe in God?” I asked.

“I am a very bad Catholic. Which is no surprise, I was born here in Paris after all. I don’t know if I believe in everything the Church teaches, but I do think there is a deity.  Don’t you?”

“Not really,” I answered bluntly. “But don’t you worry about judgement?”

“‘Course I do, girl,” she laughed. “If the priests are right, I’ll be damned. I’ve not gone to confession in twenty years, and have committed such sins with women and girls that if I confessed them I would be excommunicated. But I don’t truly believe in damnation. It seems too cruel for a God who is supposed to love us so very much.”

“I suppose it’s the doctrine of hell that made me stop believing,” I said.

“Not to worry. We’ll likely cross paths in hell, if there is such a thing, and we can debate it there,” she quipped.

I couldn’t help laughing. Annabelle was stern and distant most of the time. She exuded an air of nobility in her normal comings and goings. But I, and perhaps a few others, were privileged once in a while to see a lighter side of her. For me, it was when she and I were alone as we were now.

“I have come to develop a great fondness for you, Elizabeth Jordan,” she said. “Were I thirty years younger, I’d give that pretty little maid you’ve taken up with a fight she would not soon forget.”

“What about the pretty maid you keep?”

“No, she is much too young. And to be honest, I do not even know if she is of like mind to us,” Annabelle replied.

After a moment’s pause, I said, “I have a question I’ve not found an answer to for years.”

Annabelle raised her eyebrow. “Do tell.”

“What is the word for women like us? We say ‘of like mind’, and I call us tom boys and ladies, but do we have a proper word?”

“The English call us Sapphists, I think. I have read of women like us being known as Tribades and Lesbians, the latter being a reference, I believe, to Sappho’s place of origin.”

“I have heard of Sappho,” I said. “So, there have been women like us since ancient times?”

“I’m certain of it,” Annabelle nodded.

“But what is it that makes us like this?” I asked.

She seemed to contemplate the question a time, then said, “There are those who say we suffer some madness, and others who see it as willful wickedness. But I prefer to think we were created this way for some purpose… though in all my years, I’ve not been able to imagine what that might be.”

“If that were true, it would seem that for some of us the purpose is to be damned to a life of permanent melancholy.”

“Well, at least you alleviated that for some of us,” Annabelle said with a smile. “Now, I think you’ve entertained this old crone far too long. Go and mingle with your guests before you’re missed.”

Taking her advice, I set about spending time with as many of the other women as I could find. I kept Sandra on my arm. I do not know how many people knew of my arrangement with the girl, but I wanted to be near her as much as I could for fear that I might never see her again after this party.

Eventually we found ourselves in the courtyard where Josephine and Penelope were flirting in a corner.

“Mistress,” Sandra said as we approached them.

Josephine turned toward us. “Aren’t we cozy,” she teased. “You make a lovely couple.” She pulled Penelope close to her. “This little girl tells me she’s a virgin,” Josephine grinned.

“Does she?” I said, trying to contain my mirth.

“Oh, that it were true,” Josephine laughed. She looked at Penelope. “Come, child, you do have the look of experience.”

“Is it my age?” Penelope asked. “Do I seem too old to be a virgin?” Then she sighed, “I don’t know why I bother. It’s not as if anyone would pass up the chance to bed me.”

“Indeed,” Josephine agreed. “And since you broached the subject…”

“Penelope,” I interjected, “perhaps this once you should resist your baser urges. I’ve no doubt someone else would be happy to indulge you.”

“Nonsense, darling,” Josephine protested. “Come now, even I can behave myself once in a while.” She tightened her grip on the girl. “I promise I won’t break her. Now if you will excuse us.” She began walking away with Penelope, then stopped before Sandra, looking her in the eye.

“Sandra, dear, would you like to join us?” Josephine was teasing me.

“I mustn’t, mistress,” Sandra curtseyed.

“That’s not a no.” I told Sandra. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. “I’ll not stop you.”

I pulled her close for a moment. “Would it be easier if I ordered you to go with them?” I asked.

Sandra was silent for what seemed quite a time before she curtseyed low. “I’m sorry, miss, I’m truly sorry. It is not for me to indulge myself.”

“Then allow me.” I pushed her toward Josephine hard enough that my former mistress had to catch her. Sandra couldn’t bring herself to state what she wanted, but to me it was obvious enough.

I watched the three of them return to the house. If Sandra chose to stay with me, then this would be the last time she would ever be able to make love to her mistress.

Back inside, I caught up to Catherine and somehow coaxed her up to my room. There I lay on my bed. She was watching me with a knowing smile, but it certainly did not seem like she was tempted.

“Alice says that I probably will never see her again,” I began. I patted the bed next to me and with a chuckle Catherine came and sat down. “Do you think you’ll ever return to France?” I asked.

“Of course not. Eliza and Alice have a daughter, as do I. I can hardly believe that we were able to be here at all. Besides, a ship really is no place for a woman. It would please me to never again have to set foot upon one.” She sighed, “Come along, dear, we should go back to the parlor.”

I reached out and stroked her arm. “Catherine, in all these years the only thing I’ve regretted is you not having me.”

“I, it’s, you’re like a daughter,” she said. “It isn’t that you aren’t beautiful or tempting, but… I don’t think I could.”

“Kiss me,” I begged. “Touch me, and if you still don’t think you can, then I’ll accept it.”

I sat up and drew close to her. I pressed my lips to hers and we kissed, perhaps more passionately than we ever had before. I took her hand and placed it on my breast, giving her permission to undress me.

Catherine pushed me down to the bed and opened my dress. She caressed my bare flesh, causing me to shudder. I could feel the blood rushing to my sex and the tingle in my belly.

She took my nipple in her mouth and suckled gently. Catherine pushed my dress the rest of the way open until I lay fully naked before her. She ran her hand along my flanks, and I couldn’t help but draw a deep breath and smile up at her.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” I whispered.

Catherine’s fingers played in circles on my belly. I was trembling at her touch. I reached out to began undoing the buttons of her shirt, but she stopped me. I lay back down and she removed her shirt, then her breeches.

“Are you pleased?” she asked me.

I had never seen her completely naked. She had seen me in various states of undress many times, but this was the first time I’d ever seen Catherine undressed.

“I am.”

She leaned down and kissed me while running her hand over my mound and into my soft pubic hair. Her hand had only just folded down to brush against my sex when she stopped and sat back, covering her face.

“Oh god Liz, I’m sorry,” she said. “I may be many things, dear girl, but you truly are my first daughter and I cannot do this.”

I sat up. “Catherine, look at me. I’m a woman. I know I’m still comely, and I’m ready for you.” As I said this, I took her hand and guided it back between my thighs.

“See for yourself how ready.” I pressed her fingers into my folds and let her feel my wetness.

“Oh Liz, you tempt me, but this is wrong.” Again she tried to pull away, but I would not let her.

“Is it?” I said, before finally letting go of her hand. “Then go.”

She did not move.

“Catherine, I want this. I’ve always wanted this.”

She looked into my eyes for some time. She seemed unsure, something I was not accustomed to seeing in her.

”I’m so sorry Liz,” she finally said. She stood and begin to dress. I sighed and began putting my underclothing back on, but I decided I’d not bother with trying to get back into my dress.

“I do love you, child, but not like this.” She smiled at me. “I’m a lech, but not a cad.” She pulled me close and kissed my forehead. “You are the one pure love I’ve ever had. To me you’ll always be that untainted wide-eyed girl I first met in my tavern. Let me keep that… stay my daughter, Liz.”

Disappointed, I agreed, and we returned to the party with me on her arm. I did not care that all the women there would assume she’d taken me. I rather liked the idea to be honest.

“Be still my heart.” Josephine’s voice came from the main stair.

Catherine and I turned to see her coming down with Penelope and Sandra in tow. I held my hand out and Sandra hurried to me. I pulled her close and kissed her.

“Two of my favorite girls together,” said Josephine. “Was she all I remember, Catherine?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Catherine responded.

“No!” Josephine gasped. “Are you losing your touch?”

“I’m afraid that I would be the one losing my touch,” I admitted. Josephine gave me a confused look. “It’s true, mistress.”

“What is the world coming to?” she laughed. “Well, all the same.” She waved her hand. “Is dinner soon?”

“In about an hour,” I told her.

I had told everyone that there would be a show that night. During dinner the women speculated wildly about what it might be, but I and my co-conspirators would not reveal anything.

When the meal was done, we retired to the parlor and drank absinthe. Josephine provided us with the hemp she smoked, and we passed the next few hours quite dazed and drunk. At last the clock struck ten, and I led the ladies to my second floor where I had laid out pillows much as I had done the year before.

Once everyone was gathered, Annette entered and stood before the makeshift bed. I departed and found Virginia waiting below at the foot of the stair in her nun’s habit.

“Keep the coif and veil on,” I instructed.

She looked nervous but nodded.

“Will you be alright?” I asked.

“Yes, I will.”

She drew a deep breath, and we ascended the stair and entered my second floor ball room, as it were.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” I began as we stepped into view.

All of the women turned to us. Many appeared quite shocked seeing Virginia dressed in a habit.

“Tonight, our lovely Virginia, a virtuous nun” — there were titters of laughter — “will be violated before your very eyes.”

I led her over to Annette.

“Mind you, my friends,” I said, “this is no costume. This girl you see before you is indeed truly a nun, having taken her vows and committed her life to the church.”

“It’s true,” Virginia affirmed. Several women seemed taken aback.

I handed the girl to Annette who began kissing her. They lowered slowly down onto the pillows, caressing one another and kissing as they did.

First Virginia removed her lover’s dress, and soon after Annette began removing the nun’s habit, but Virginia was careful not to allow her headdress or crucifix to be taken off. Beneath she wore black stockings and garters, but nothing else, and these Annette left in place.

“Come, my child,” Virginia urged, in a stage whisper. “Show your devotion to the blessed virgin.”

Several women gasped at this.

Virginia pulled Annette to her breast, and her lover kissed and suckled, moving ever downward until at last she had reached the nun’s spread legs. Annette hesitated a moment before nearly falling forward and lapping at her sex. Virginia moaned and rocked her hips. She ran her fingers through Annette’s hair as the woman drove her fingers deep inside the girl.

The coif was nearly dislodged from Virginia’s head when she threw it back and cried out in ecstasy. Annette held her firmly, suckling her clitoris while the nun convulsed.

Virginia fell back onto the pillows, trying to catch her breath. Annette gently adjusted her head covering, then coaxed her to sit up. She kissed the girl, and they reclined, threading their legs together, each pressing her sex against that of the other. I’d never seen such a thing and was quite fascinated. They were moving in concert with one another, moaning as they did. They moved faster and faster, grunting and gasping until at last Annette and then Virginia each had reached climax.

They lay a time, recovering and caressing, before Virginia rose to her knees and crossed herself. “May the Lord bless and keep you,” she intoned.

This was almost too much for the ladies and they began cheering wildly.

I was quite pleased with it all. I called for Josette and had her escort my guests back to the parlor and provide them with champagne.

Myself, Annette, and Virginia lagged behind, waiting to make a grand entrance. Annette put on her underclothing, while Virginia remained only in her coif and veil.

“Thank you,” I said to them.

“All too happy to be a part of it,” Virginia laughed.

“Shall we meet your audience?” I asked, and they nodded their heads.

We made our way to the parlor where I announced them again to the cheers of my guests. “A toast to my lovely friends,” I said, “who entertained us so generously.”

The women raised their glasses and we drank. I began blowing out candles, not all of them but enough that the room was soon filled with shadow.

I found Sandra and took her to my side, then said to my guests, “I thank you all for coming, ladies. I hope you are all highly excited by the scandal and bawdiness of my party. Please, take your lover in your arms and enjoy this last night we have together.”

To encourage them, I pulled Sandra close and kissed her deeply. She sighed in my arms and almost seemed to melt into me. I wasted no time in removing her dress and then my own underclothes. We lay upon the floor kissing as we did.

Around us, women began to embrace one another. Unlike my first party, it took very little persuading to get them all undressed and making love.

“I wonder,” I said to Sandra as we lay gently caressing, “if this will be our last night together…”

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply when I spoke. It was no answer, no real hint, but I preferred not to think about the future at that moment.

Sandra reached between my thighs and pushed her fingers into my sex. “Use me for your pleasure, mistress,” she said, and then she was once again whispering her nearly incoherent mantras as she passionately kissed my body and worked to excite my loins.

When her mouth covered my sex and she drove her tongue between my folds I shuddered. Sandra was an expert lover in every sense. As she lapped at me and suckled my most sensitive places, she hummed a lullaby. The reverberations of it sent waves of pleasure through my body. She had never done anything like this before, and the ecstasy of it robbed me of any strength.

Without thinking about it I had raised my knees and was rocking with her tender attentions. The fire of my climax built within my belly and burst from me in shattering waves, and all the while Sandra continued her humming.

When I was fully spent, Sandra crawled to lay beside me. “Penelope taught me that,” she explained. “I’d no notion such a thing could be done.”

I returned the devilish kiss, humming the very same lullaby as she. As I did, Sandra moaned and writhed such that I had to wrap my arms about her thighs to maintain my hold on her. In a sudden movement she curled forward taking my head in her hands, and then fell back arching herself and nearly screaming. I’d never seen her react so. Then, to my utter shock my chin was dowsed in moisture.

With Sandra catching her breath I moved to lay behind her, spooning. Around us some of the women still made love, while others had long since sated one another. In time they all began to retire, and with that Sandra and I sought the privacy of our room.

In bed we pulled close to one another. She lay her head against my breast and I held her, stroking her back as I stared at the ceiling above. “Reste avec moi… mon cher.”

“Forever yours,” she murmured. I only understood part of what she’d said. She was very sleepy, and I was not certain she was even aware of what she was saying. I did not even want to dare the hope, for fear it would be dashed.

When morning came, I served my guests breakfast. Afterward I found myself bidding farewell to them in turn. Among the last to leave was the Madame. I had a driver prepared to take Josephine, Catherine, Eliza, and Alice to their hotel. They had booked a return passage on the same ship they’d arrived on, and it would take them days to get back to it.

Eliza and Alice were the first to say their goodbyes. Alice and I wept in each other’s arms. I wished I could promise her I would find my way back to the United States, but I knew that such a thing was almost impossible. And of course I knew that they would never return here.

They were followed by Catherine. There was no end of tears as we were both certain that this would be our final goodbye. I held Catherine such a long time, not wanting her to go. She was my oldest, dearest, most beloved friend. As I stood holding her, enjoying the matronly embrace, I realized that I was relieved we had not made love. She was a mother to me, and that is how it always should be.

At long last I managed to bring myself to let her go. When we stepped apart, Sandra took my arm and pulled close to me. She was trembling, and I think perhaps I might have been too.

Josephine then stood before us, smiling. “Well, Liz, there is only the matter of Sandra.”

I nodded my head.

“Come along, girl, it is time to go,” Josephine ordered. “I think you’ve shamed me enough.”

Sandra released my arm and I felt my knees go weak. She approached Josephine, her head bowed. Her steps were hesitant and once she reached her mistress she fell to her knees, taking the hem of Josephine’s dress in her hands.

“Forgive me, mistress,” she sobbed. “Please forgive me.”

Tears rolled down my cheeks. For everything else, for all my love, she was Josephine’s. The chains binding her would never be broken.

Josephine knelt down and pulled the girl to her. They whispered a moment before Josephine stood, tugging her dress from Sandra’s hands.

“Rise,” she ordered and Sandra obeyed. Josephine then approached me, her smile not fading. She came so close I found myself fighting not to shrink from her. My former mistress looked me over, studying my face. After a moment, she stepped back and took Sandra’s arm, pulling her close.

“Sandra, tell her your decision.”


 

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I am not an extraordinary woman, but I have had an extraordinary life, mostly due to much good fortune being heaped upon me, and a helping of gall that served me well more often than not.

My life continued on like this for many years. I saw many old and new faces in my tavern and held my yearly parties, always striving to make each one more awful than the year before. Of course, it was all in fun. My parties were meant to allow us to run wild and unrestrained. To let us have for those three days the freedom we never had in the outside world, and the debauchery we engaged in was meant to draw that out.

But as the years go by, one finds she attends more funerals than parties and that too much correspondence arrives in black-edged envelopes. The first was Annabelle La Granade, who passed two years after Sandra made her decision. She was attended by only her family and myself, as she had specifically called for me. In accordance with her wishes, her son continued to supply my tavern, though not at the prices his mother had given me.

Six years later, Catherine died of tuberculosis. Her daughter later married and is raising two sons I hear. Her daughter kept Charity in the home they had shared, and cared for her for the last four years of the former slave’s life. From all accounts, Elizabeth had loved Charity as a second mother. Though I must assume she had no idea of what their true relationship had been.

Virginia was, as she had predicted, found out by the Church, and I kept my promise to her. She worked in my tavern and lived in the house above for many years before I simply gave it all to her. She and Annette remain as close as ever to this day, though Annette’s health is failing and age is taking its toll as well on the former nun.

On occasion I still visit the Velvet Pony. It is more for nostalgia’s sake than anything else. The faces have all changed, but the old tavern remains a meeting place for women seeking one another’s company. I hear tell of salons and cafes which cater only to our kind, and have even visited one such place. I once believed women like us were an exceedingly rare breed. In my later years, though, I have come to think that perhaps we are not so rare as I’d previously thought.

Some years ago, Josephine took in a young girl of seventeen who had run away to escape marriage. Sadly for us all, her father found the girl and exposed Josephine. A male relative, one Marcus Wellerby, used the opportunity to steal Josephine’s wealth and have her committed to an asylum where she would spend the last eight years of her life.

As I have said, many of my friends have been taken from me. For some I know their fate, for others I do not. Josephine, however, is the only woman I know who was placed in an asylum after being discovered. Though I hear rumors of others, I have never confirmed any of them. I think the only reason her fate was so unthinkable was the extremity with which she lived. Had she and the girl simply been sweethearts, I do not think the results would have been so bad. After all, I think the father might not have imagined what was really happening. But he must have discovered something awful, because Josephine’s exploits became known. He did not simply take his daughter back, he exposed Josephine and publicly shamed her. A mistake for him, I suppose, as his name and his daughter’s were printed and his family humiliated. He lost his business, and from what I hear the daughter soon took her own life.

I traveled to New York to try and secure Josephine’s release, but failed to do so. I begged Mr. Wellerby to retrieve her and turn her over to me, but he was a beastly man, devoid of any compassion or kindness. I went so far as to offer a bribe, but I simply hadn’t enough money to interest him.

I am ashamed to admit that I even offered my body. I told him that just like Josephine I desired only women, and that men’s hands had never touched me. I told him that if he brought her to me, he would be the first. I would stay a month with him, and in that time he could do with me whatever pleased him.

I find it a source of embarrassment to admit to such a thing, and more so that he declined. Of course, I would never have upheld my end of the bargain, but I also knew that no matter what I could not have escaped unsoiled by his touch.

I do not know what animosity he held for her, but I believe the man truly hated Josephine and wanted to hurt her. Perhaps the only solace I could take is that Josephine was well cared for in the asylum, and her accommodations were the best one could hope for under such circumstances.

I found Temperance still serving in that house, and took the girl back to Paris with me. She said nothing of the man who’d taken her mistress from her. In truth, when I asked of him she would shrink and tremble. I take that as proof enough that he abused her.

In all the years I’ve known her since, she never spoke of her time with him, and seeing the distress it caused her, I never pressed. But from time to time I reminded her that should she ever wish it, I would hear her story.

She serves as a maid in my home to this day. However, I fear she will mourn the loss of her mistress to her grave. I do not think I will ever really understand why those girls, Temperance and Sandra, so loved Josephine, but they did indeed love her. I suppose for my part I do not think Josephine was wicked or intentionally cruel. But I think she was not a good woman either. Whether she meant it that way or not, what she did amounted to wickedness and cruelty. I do not think she had ever given a thought to what would become of her maids if something happened to her.

After Josephine’s death, I received a trunk that contained her personal effects, and fourteen volumes of what I can only call her diaries. They proved a most fascinating and terrible read. They did not significantly change my opinion of her, but they did allow me to understand her better.

Eliza died five years ago, and dear Alice followed her to the grave a few months later, from a broken heart they say. I learned this when a guitar arrived for me at my home. I recognized it right away as the lyre-style guitar the girl had so often played. I hardly needed an explanation, though, as it came along with a black-edged envelope.

We had continued writing each other until just before she passed. A month after I had received the guitar, a letter arrived. I recognized Alice’s hand on the envelope and when I opened the letter it read only, ‘I’m so alone.’ It must have been delayed or perhaps found and sent on once she was gone, but seeing it after knowing she was dead sent a chill down my spine.

Angelique and Jezebel lived for years in Paris, but they left some time ago and I have no idea where they are now or if they are even still alive. My last meeting with them, however, found them deliriously happy together and I should hope that they have remained that way.

Monique disappeared with a Dutch girl. I have heard conflicting rumors about her perhaps living in Amsterdam, but no one seems to know anything for certain. It is a necessity that we keep our secrets. But this also often means that dear friends or lovers may be lost forever. Even posing as widows or spinsters we were subject to men and their whims. And we mustn’t risk discovery no matter the cost. Josephine is proof enough of that, I think.

I ferried slaves out of the south for years. Catherine’s daughter, Elizabeth, continued her mother’s efforts with the blessing of her husband. But in time I was no longer able to keep up with the many demands of such a pursuit while also trying to appear as a legitimate shipping company. Finally I sold my ships to Elizabeth and now live in retirement from the wealth I was able to build over my life. I am proud that I was a part of the early abolitionist movement, even at such a distance. I may never see it, but I do hope a day will come that sees no slavery anywhere in the world.

I have no heir. All my worldly goods will belong to France when I die. Save, that is, what I have hidden away for Temperance and Josette. It should be enough for them to live a comfortable enough life on. It is my hope that they will remain at one another’s side. I do not think they were ever lovers, but they have always been close.

Neither Sandra nor Josephine told me what they whispered to each other that day in my entry hall. But in the end, Sandra chose to remain with me. We lived together, in love, never leaving one another’s side for twenty-six years, until two years ago when I lay my beloved Sandra to rest. Some nights the emptiness of my bed denies me even the slightest hint of sleep. I did not know I could love someone so deeply, nor miss them so dearly as I do Sandra.

In the years after she left her mistress, she slowly began to shed her chains. Sandra would always remain submissive to me, but she would, in time, stop calling me miss or mistress. And submissive though she was, she learned to speak her mind, and to make known her will in matters. I think men expect we women to be submissive. And having had such a woman at my side I understand the appeal. But as Sandra slowly began to act as my equal, I was much happier. I cared for her happiness greatly, so fulfilling it became much easier and more complete as she learned to express her wants and wishes.

When she died, her hand was in mine and our closest friends stood watch with me. Much as Maddy had, she died peacefully in her sleep. Her last words to me were simply, ‘Thank you, Liz.’ I like to believe she meant for taking her from Josephine, but her true intent I suppose I will never know.

Sandra had left instructions that she wished to be buried in her uniform, a uniform that had hung in my wardrobe for twenty years unused. It was worn and threadbare, but thanks to my skills with needle and thread I made it presentable for a funeral. As I worked on it, I found in a pocket three copper coins which I did not immediately recognize as pennies from the United States. They were old and seemed to have been worried over so much that most of the markings were missing. I nearly tossed them out when it occurred to me that she surely had carried them for a very long time. Thus I decided I would return them to the pocket so she could be interred with them.

I have left out much of my story. Nearly all of the troubles I faced in my life I have said nothing of. But troubles were many. I’ve seen so many dear friends snatched away. Forced to marry, or being married and discovered by their husbands, then made prisoners in their homes. Penelope was discovered by a husband we did not know she had, and beaten so badly that she nearly died. He then threw her out onto the streets and whatever has become of her I do not know. What I do know, I only know because after it happened she stayed with me three months. Then one morning I awoke to find that she and several expensive gold trinkets had gone missing in the night. She was a desperate girl with no prospects. I do not begrudge her the theft, and would consider it worth the small loss just to know if she was well. I suppose I hope most that she did not end up in a brothel. Even another husband would be better than that.

Out of respect for the families of those women I have known, I have in this telling used false names or forgone surnames. My own name is not what I have called it, because I am known in Paris, and my servants and associates would suffer shame if I were exposed. Only Josephine’s name is unchanged, as her exploits were known, and if it brings more shame on the man who committed her that this be known, then all the better.

I do not care about my fortune, nor if my name goes down in history. But what I do wish is for these pages to find their way into the hands of other Sapphists, or Lesbians, or whatever it is we are called. I want them to know what we did here so that we will never be forgotten. So that, though small it may be, it will be seen that we did leave our mark on history. That even beneath the boot heel of men, we found some happiness.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JUICY SECRETS!

  • Posted on May 4, 2018 at 8:52 am

Hello, Readers! The following are two blog posts by Cheryl and JetBoy, two of the founding admins of Juicy Secrets. Hopefully, Naughty Mommy will return to us soon! In the meantime, take a moment to celebrate with us by reading our blogs and commenting below!

Another Year of Juicy Secrets!

By: Cheryl Taggert

Well, dear readers, it’s been yet another year for Juicy Secrets! Naughty Mommy, JetBoy, and I opened this site to the public on May 4, 2015. This is our third birthday! While our private lives have had their share of problems, Juicy Secrets has continued with nary a hiccup, other than a few times when the admins were unable to log on for technical reasons. To say we are proud of our endeavor would be a monumental understatement.

The wonderful story, “Girls Loving Girls” by Candy Kane, was posted yesterday. This makes the 1,318th post of a chapter, stand-alone story, or Anonymous panel we have shared here over the past three years. As of this writing, there are 10,689 comments posted by you and the admins. Since our inception, we have added the Archive for both the Lesbian Lolita site and others, including stories long thought lost from the “Sisters-in-love” website. We have created tabs on the main page for Guest Authors and a Reader’s Forum. And we have added quite a few links to other websites like ours on the main page.

I’ve no idea how many words we have posted in all the stories, but if the average post had 1,000 words (the average is MUCH higher!), that would be 1,318,000 words. Since that average is probably around 3,000 words, just triple that number for a CONSERVATIVE estimate. That’s about four million words. Not bad for three years of work. Since I doubt anyone here has read everything we have to offer, that means there is plenty for you to read, and we are posting new chapters and stories every week.

We hope you have enjoyed reading our stories at Juicy Secrets. We like to think of ourselves as the best website for lesbian-themed erotica on the internet. Unlike most other websites like ours, we don’t post everything submitted. We are rather choosy, so when you read a story here, you are reading quality erotica. As I have said before, we don’t post “wankers”–stories just long enough to allow the author to get off. We turn down at least as many stories as we accept. You are the beneficiaries of our desire to bring only the best to you.

Thank you for being our fans. Thank you for taking the time to read. And mostly, thank you for showing your appreciation with your comments. Along with the other authors here, we appreciate and value each response to our work.

 

Three is the Magic Number!

by JetBoy

Wow, our third birthday. Bust out the confetti, hand out the paper hats, and crack open a jeroboam of bubbly!

When Naughty Mommy, Cheryl and I began to work out the details of our crazy dream to establish a website of edgy lesbian fiction, we had plenty of high hopes, but not a clue of how our little scheme would fare over the long haul. First, not one of us had ever set up or run a site of our own. Then, could we come up with enough stories between us to build up a decent library — and might there be other erotic authors of a similar bent out there, willing to offer us new works to post? We envisioned the possibility that the morality cops of the internet might shut our site down the moment we got started, especially since we intended to couple visual images with our stories. Finally, who knew if there was much of an audience for what we had to offer in the first place? Those of us who care about such things had seen several good erotic fiction sites dwindle into silence, often due to lack of interest. Besides, Leslita was still there and posting new stories on a regular basis — was there even room for another site that covered similar ground?

Fast forward to now, and this little celebration of our third anniversary. More than a thousand days after its opening, Juicy Secrets has exceeded our wildest fantasies of what we hoped to achieve, as the statistics in Cheryl’s tribute up above make abundantly clear.

It’s been a tougher year for the site founders than the two previous ones, but not enough to knock us out of the box — we’re soldiering on to keep Juicy Secrets up to the high standard we set for it from the first. What’s made that possible are the helping hands of Amanda Lynn and PoppaBear, our two recent additions to the JS team. They’ve both done a superlative job at helping keep this site going, and deserve infinite thanks.

Juicy Secrets is, we think, the best lesbian fiction site on the internet by a considerable margin. Granted, there’s not a lot of competition for the title, but we’re filled with pride nonetheless. Chalk it up to hard work, sheer cussedness, our deep, abiding love for what we do, and a stroke of luck in having the right people on board to make it work. Oh, and let us not forget the crucial part that makes it all worthwhile: beloved readers like you. This website would be a wasteland without the love and enthusiasm you bring to it — and for that, our gratitude is forever yours.

Okay, that’s enough navel-gazing to hold us for another year. Now slip out of those confining garments and go read a story!

 

Girls Loving Girls

  • Posted on May 3, 2018 at 8:53 am

By Candy Kane

{ This story was originally posted at the Nifty Archive in November 1997}

“Karen, I’m going to take a shower,” Brenda said as the movie ended. “Want to join me?” She got up from the couch and stretched her arms over her head; her breasts pushed her T-shirt out as it rode up exposing her bare navel and tiny bikini panties. It was Saturday and our parents were away for the weekend. My seventeen-year-old twin sister and I had decided to spend the evening at home watching TV.

“Sounds good,” I said. “You get started while I clean up.” I watched her head up the stairs, her long legs tanned and slim, her bare feet padding on the carpet. I picked up the empty popcorn bowls and soda glasses and went to the kitchen.

The movie we rented was sexy with lots of nudity. Brenda and I had been lying on each end of our large living room couch. My hand had slipped down between my legs a few times during the really hot scenes, and I could tell from Brenda’s squirming that she was enjoying herself too. By the end of the movie, I was definitely turned on and wet. I knew from Brenda’s suggestion of the shower that she was as horny as I was.

Taking a shower together was not unusual; we loved being naked and touching each other. When we were younger, it was innocent, sisterly stuff: inquisitive fingers exploring under a nightie or a bathing suit. But when we became teenagers, things started getting a lot hotter between us. Like the first time Brenda made out with a boy. She raced home to tell me. I wanted to know how it felt so she showed me. From then on, we would practice our kissing techniques on each other before we went out on a date. I quickly realized that I liked making out with my sister more than with any boy.

We shared a large bedroom with two beds, but in the winter we often slept together. Many nights, we would snuggle up to get warm and our hands would wander, caress, and search. It was so erotic to fall asleep with our bodies entwined and my hand between Brenda’s legs or hers on my breast. One night, I woke up to feel her finger in me. She must have been having a very wet dream; she was fingering me in her sleep. I thought it was so adorable and returned the favor, awakening her from her slumber with a warm, wet orgasm.

The memory sent a tingle down between my legs as I finished cleaning up the kitchen and headed upstairs to our parents’ huge bathroom. It had a whirlpool and double-headed shower. I could see Brenda through the steamy glass shower doors. She had her head tilted back, letting the hot water wash over her face. Her small breasts glistened from the hot water. As she turned around, I could see the V-shaped pubic patch that pointed like an arrow to her slit. I had trimmed it for her only a few days before and called it my “get to the point” design.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed my panties down my legs. My pussy was still damp from playing with myself earlier. Sliding the glass door open, I stepped inside as the steam rushed up and surrounded me.

“Let me wash your back,” I purred, reaching for the washcloth.

“Wait, Karen,” Brenda held my arm, “just your hands.”

“You’re such a bad girl,” I said as she pulled me into the stream of water.

Brenda handed me a bar of soap and turned to face the marble wall. “Do my back.”

I lathered up my hands and rubbed them in big circles over her back, starting at her shoulders and working my way down. Brenda leaned forward placing her hands on the wall; her head faced down between her arms as the hot water sprayed over her. I increased my circles to include her ribs and hips, letting my hands reach around to sweep over her breasts. Every second or third time, I would pause to give her nipples extra attention; they hardened at my touch. I ran my hands along her arms stopping to gently clean her armpits. My sister was very sensitive there and had told me that when I kissed or caressed her underarms, it sent sparks shooting down between her legs. I hoped it was working now.

From there, I lathered up the soap again and worked my way down to her bottom. And what a thing of beauty: tight and perfectly shaped. Brenda’s clothes clung so nicely to it; I know because I watched it just as much as everyone else did when she walked down the hall at school. Brenda and I loved to play little sexy games when we were in public. Like at school, we would go into a stall in the bathroom and finger each other until we came… or touch one another in crowded elevators without being noticed.

As the hot water created a steam cloud wrapping itself around us, I leaned forward and kissed Brenda’s back. Then I lathered up again and rubbing her beautiful bottom. Running my slippery hand up and down her ass crack, I could tell she was getting aroused. Her breathing deepened and she spread her legs for me. “Get me really clean,” Brenda said, smiling over her shoulder.

“Expecting company?” I asked.

“Only that wicked tongue of yours.”

“My, aren’t we horny tonight.” I squatted down and ran my soapy hands along her legs enjoying the feel of her soft inner thighs. While I stroked them, my eyes never left that gorgeous ass right in front of my face, particularly her puckered little hole. It looked like a small flower and I remembered the first time I saw it up close. We were in bed one night exploring each other’s bodies using only the glow of a flashlight. Brenda lay on her stomach and stuck her bottom up. She reached back and spread her cheeks so I could see her hole, asking me what it looked like. I told her I thought it was the most beautiful thing in the world — next to her pussy, of course! That night we spent hours playing with and licking each other’s bottoms.

I continued washing Brenda’s legs working my way up until I was stroking her pussy from behind. She moaned at my touch. Then I took my thumbnail and softly scratched her anus causing an immediate contraction of her cheeks. I pushed the tip of my thumb against her little hole until her muscles relaxed, and then let it slide in about an inch or so. Brenda responded by pushing back, taking it in further.

With my thumb inside her, I pressed my hips up against her ass. Spreading my legs slightly, I brought my pussy against the back of my hand and started a slow pumping rhythm as my thumb slid in and out of her while I massaged her cunt. Next, I leaned over so my breasts lay against her back. I reached my other hand around and cupped her left breast, taking her swollen nipple between my fingers and giving it a firm squeeze. I pushed my pussy against my hand forcing my thumb up inside her rectum as far as it would go.

“God, that feels so good,” she managed to say as she met my thrusts. “Just the right size.” Her words were slurred as her breathing quickened, her body trembled. I know my sister well; she was going to come fast and hard. I loved the feel of my cunt pressing against my hand, but right then I was thinking only of her; all I wanted was to make her come.

She climaxed with a shudder; gritting her teeth and jerking her head up and back. She made a low moaning sound as she closed her eyes, the steaming water washing over us. I slowed my thrusts and tried to support Brenda to keep her from sinking to the floor; her legs shaking, her body limp. Slowly she recovered and caught her breath. As I took my thumb out of her, I gave her pussy a few loving strokes and covered her back and neck with kisses.

She straightened and turned around, her eyes glazed over with sex. Brenda wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her mouth on mine, her tongue shot out in a hot, wet kiss. It was not a sisterly peck but a passionate, “fuck me” kiss. Our breasts pressed together… wet and slippery, soft and wonderful. We shifted slightly so our pussies could grind against each other’s thighs; our hips moved in a wanton, lustful motion. Finally, we broke the embrace and I took Brenda by the hand. “Let’s dry off and go to bed,” I said.

“Is that a proposition?” she asked with a giggle.

“Let’s just say I heard you were… easy.”

She kissed me again while she slid her hand down my stomach to my pussy, her middle finger resting between my folds. Then she whispered into my ear, “Meet you in the bedroom, cutie.”

Shutting off the water, we opened the glass doors and stepped out. Brenda grabbed two large towels and we dried each other off. I was so turned on I wanted to pull her to the floor and go down on her right there. But before I could, Brenda threw her towel over my head. “So you think I’m easy, do you? Well, little sister, if you want to fuck me, you’ve got to catch me first.”

With that, she ran out the door and down the hall. Tossing the towel aside, I raced after her, thoroughly enjoying her girlish laughter and the sight of her bouncing ass and long legs as she disappeared around a corner. Down the stairs we ran, me catching her only to have Brenda slip out of my grasp and sprint to the next room. Finally, she ran back up the stairs, heading for our parents’ room and their king sized bed. By the time I caught up, Brenda had yanked the covers off and thrown them to the side. Then she scrambled onto the bed and positioned herself with her back to the headboard. I stopped a few feet away to catch my breath. “Is there something you wanted, young lady?” she said, nonchalant as if she had just noticed me for the first time.

I gave out a little growl and went down on my hands and knees, my cunt throbbing and flared wide open, ready for love. Brenda brought her knees up and spread her legs apart. Then she reached down with her fingertips and opened herself to me, her sex glistening. I crawled between her thighs. Her scent filled my nostrils. I was so turned on, my body shook, my eyes blurred. I bent down and kissed her pussy with the same passion I would have kissed her mouth. Then I lowered myself onto the bed, the coolness of the sheets wonderful against my naked body.

As Brenda wrapped her long legs around my head, I devoured her like a hungry animal; licking, sucking and drinking in all the sweet love juice that flowed from her cunt. I reached up, took her nipples between my fingertips, and squeezed them as I licked her. She moved her hips in unison to my thrusts and her soft purring quickly turned to moans and cries as her climax built. Brenda ran her fingers through my hair, pushing on my head to force my tongue deeper inside her. Finally she stiffened and squeezed me tight with her legs as an explosive orgasm rocked her body. I slowed and opened my eyes, looking up at her. It was the most beautiful sight I could imagine as I watched her drift in and out of the blissful haze.

“Come here, baby,” she breathed, opening her arms to me. I crawled up her body, licking and kissing as much of her salty, damp skin as I could. When our lips were inches apart, she wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed hungrily. My lips and chin were wet from her pussy, and she tasted herself with delighted purrs of pleasure.

“I love making you come,” I said between kisses.

“Really, I hadn’t noticed.” We both giggled as we continued planting kisses all over each other’s faces.

“You’ve been doing all the work,” Brenda said when we finally stopped to catch our breath. “Now it’s my turn,” and scooted out from under me. Still on my stomach, I waited until she positioned herself behind me before I pulled my knees in and stuck my ass up. I could feel her warm breath as she nuzzled her face between my cheeks. Then she ran her tongue up and down my crack using the tip to tease my asshole before moving down to lick my pussy. “You smell so good,” she said between licks.

“Good enough to eat?” I asked with a wiggle.

Her answer was a loud moan as she pressed her face into me and licked at my pussy. Brenda knew how much I loved being eaten from behind and electricity shot through me when her tongue went in my pussy and her nose pushed on my anus. I reached back to spread my cheeks and she rubbed my legs and ass, her experienced tongue doing exactly what I liked.

“Oh, you’re such a fucking nasty girl!” I said through clenched teeth. Suddenly the phone rang.

“Shit!” Brenda said, looking up.

Slowly I swung around, out of breath, my chest heaving. “It could be Mom or Dad. We’ve got to answer it.” I took her face in my hands and pulled her mouth to mine. I could taste my pussy all over her.

“Fuck!” she said as we broke the kiss.

“Hold that thought.” I rolled over to reach the phone on the table beside the bed. “Hello.” I listened for a moment and then held my hand over the receiver. “It’s Mrs. Cummings from down the street,” I whispered. “She’s been called into an emergency shift at the hospital and her husband’s on the road. She wants to know if we could baby-sit Lisa tonight?”

“Lisa?”

“You know, her twelve-year-old.” As I spoke, I watched Brenda as she slowly slipped two fingers in and out of her pussy. She knew she was driving me crazy as she brought them up and licked off her juice. With a wicked smile, she stuck her fingers deep inside her again and then offered them to me.

“Cut that out, Brenda,” I whispered. “We have to decide. Do we want her over here or not?”

“Well,” Brenda murmured, smiling mysteriously, “how can we have fun when there’s a twelve-year-old around to watch?” She paused for a moment, then said, “Unless…”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I said slyly. “Maybe… maybe we could all have some three-way fun.”

Brenda reached over and ran her hand down between my legs. “Mrs. Cummings,” I said with difficulty as Brenda played with me. “We’d love to help you out. Just sent Lisa on over and don’t worry about a thing. She’ll be in good hands.” Brenda laughed out loud at that last comment and I found it hard to keep a straight face until I hung up.

“You have the dirtiest mind of anyone I know,” I said. Then I leaned over and put my lips to her ear. “Besides, what if I don’t want to share you with some little twelve-year-old hottie?”

Brenda ran her fingers through my hair. “Remember, lover, what I’ve got is yours anytime you want it.” She kissed me hard, then said, “Now I wonder what it would take to get in Lisa’s panties?”

“She is kind of cute.” I casually played with Brenda’s patch of pubic fleece.

“I saw her in a two-piece not too long ago,” Brenda said. “She’s got a nice ass and her tits are just starting to develop.”

“Then let’s get dressed and ready for her.” We both laughed as I rolled off the bed and reached out my hand. Brenda took it and we headed down the hall arm-in-arm.

“What do you wear to seduce a twelve-year-old girl?” I said.

“Now who’s got the dirty mind?” she said and ran her hand down my bare ass.

*****

“Hi Lisa.” Brenda held the door open. The petite seventh grader smiled and walked in, a small gym bag hung from her right hand.

“You guys are really great to let me come over,” Lisa said as she stood in the foyer and looked around. I could see her from the living room. She was dressed in short denim cutoffs and a Nike pullover. Her long blond hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore white tennis shoes, no socks. Her legs were long, firm, and starting to take shape; her breasts were developing nicely. Brenda was right, she did have a cute ass and it definitely filled out her snug shorts. My pussy tingled at the thought of licking it.

“Come on in, Lisa,” I called. She walked into the living room, put her bag down, and plopped down on the couch beside me.

“You hungry?” I asked.

“No thanks, Karen, I ate just before I came over.” Then she turned and looked at the TV. “What are you watching?” she asked with a startled expression. I had one of my dad’s X-rated videotapes playing in the VCR, the ones he and Mom kept hidden and didn’t think we knew about. I had located a hot scene just as Lisa arrived.

“Oh, this,” I said nonchalantly. “We rented a couple of movies for tonight. You like adult films?” As Lisa stared at the screen, two girls and a guy had just undressed each other.

“Yeah… I guess,” Lisa said hesitantly, transfixed on the images. One girl knelt in front of the guy and put his dick in her mouth while the other girl crawled under her friend and ate her. Lisa’s eyes grew wide.

Brenda came over and sat on the other side of Lisa. “This movie is guaranteed to get you wet,” she said.

“Um, okay,” was all Lisa said, sinking back into the couch nervously.

“You don’t mind if I turn the lights down, do you, Lisa?” I asked.

“No,” she said, never taking her eyes off the sex on the screen.

As the movie continued, the scene got hotter: the two girls were doing each other in a sixty-nine while the guy screwed the one on top from behind. The girl on the bottom licked her friend’s cunt and the guy’s balls at the same time. It didn’t take more than a few minutes before I saw Lisa move her hand down between her legs. I tried not to let her know I was watching but this was definitely promising. The hotter the movie made her the better our chances of getting her out of those little tight shorts.

Lisa reminded me of some girls we had fun with last summer. Brenda and I were both counselors at a girl’s camp in the mountains. One night we wound up looking after six twelve-year-olds while the rest of the kids went on an overnight camp-out. It started raining so the eight of us were stuck in one of the cabins.

The girls were all restless and horny, and the conversation quickly turned to sex. One of them had smuggled in a copy of Penthouse and started reading the letters out loud. One story was about two cheerleaders who took a shower together and wound up making love. This brought a lot of suggestive comments about what would happen if we all showered together.

I was getting really turned on and I told the girls I had to go pee. I motioned Brenda to follow me into the bathroom, and when we were alone, I suggested we sneak off to one of the other empty cabins and make love. To entice her, I put my hand down my jeans and slipped a finger into my already moist pussy. I offered it to her and she licked it clean, then told me that after what she saw earlier, we might have more fun staying with the other girls.

I asked her what she meant and she told me that two of the girls went outside on the porch to smoke a cigarette. After a few minutes, she went to the window to see what was taking them so long and she saw them kissing and making out. I immediately saw her point; my pussy moistened at the idea of eating something that young and sweet.

When we came out of the bathroom, the girls were still looking at the pictures in the magazine. Brenda pulled out a couple of joints and we all sat around and smoked them. Then someone suggested we play strip poker. To make it interesting, we decided that the loser of each hand had to let another girl remove the article of clothing.

Brenda lost the first hand on purpose to break the ice. She picked me and I pretended to be her boyfriend. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt, seductively sliding it off her shoulders. Then I went behind her, reached around and playfully fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples through her bra. The girls called out for more and cheered me on. I pulled one side of her bra down and flashed them a nipple. This brought more cheers and applause.

I lost the next hand, so I stood up and made Brenda kneel in front of me and pull my jeans down. Like a guy shoving dollar bills in a stripper’s garter, Brenda stuck a few playing cards in the top of my panties and asked me what she got for her “money”. One of the cards was an ace, so I put it down the front of my panties and rubbed it on my wet pussy. I took it out and let her sniff. Then she passed it around and the girls all agreed I smelled sexy.

I lost another hand. Brenda removed my bra and teased my nipples until they were hard and stuck straight out. Then she hooked her fingers in the sides of my bikini panties and slowly pulled them down until my bare slit was showing. Just the week before we had started shaving each other’s pussies. When I sat back down, I spread my legs so everyone got a good view. It made me so wet knowing seven girls were looking at my pussy.

The effect of the grass was really kicking in now and everyone was acting silly and having fun. The comments were getting very sexual, bisexual to be exact. One of the girls lost the next hand. While her friend pulled the girl’s shorts off, Brenda announced that all this was making her so horny she didn’t care which one of us fucked her as long as it was soon.

Each time it was our turn to strip a piece of clothing off one of the girls, Brenda and I would “accidentally” touch them between their legs, brush their nipples or whisper something sexy in their ears. By the time we were all down to just panties, everyone was masturbating and the air was thick with the smell of wet pussies. Then a couple of the girls started French kissing and playing with each other.

One of the girls, a pretty redhead with pink lace panties, had been staring at my partially exposed pussy for the last few hands. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes; she was dying to fuck, and made it a point to let me see the wet spot between her legs. Acting like there was no one else in the room, she stood up and slipped her panties off. Then she came over and sat in my lap wrapping her legs around me. She held her panties up and asked me if I wanted to smell them. With our eyes locked on each other, I brought them to my nose, breathed deeply, and told her she smelled heavenly. We kissed passionately and she ran her hand down between my legs.

Brenda turned out the lights, and suddenly there were naked girls everywhere. I had never heard so much slurping and sucking and moaning in my life. In the dark, it didn’t matter who was with who; it was a girl/girl frenzy. My little redhead was so turned on, the first time I touched her clitoris, she screamed and climaxed.

I remember at one point having two girls sucking my nipples, one eating me, and one sitting on my face. It was so much fun showing them how to please each other. I lost count of how many times I came that night because the girl I slept with was having the first orgasms of her life and she was insatiable; we fucked for hours. When she finally fell asleep, I laid there for a long time with her in my arms listening to the erotic sounds of the other girls making sweet lesbian love.

The next morning, I awoke from a wonderful wet dream to find my little redhead back in my bed. She had her warm mouth on my breast and a finger in my pussy. I pulled her mouth to mine and she tasted delicious. She said good morning and asked if I was hungry. I told her I was starving and she giggled saying she had something for me to eat. Then she got up on her knees, straddled my face and lowered her adorable little pussy down on my mouth.

My little redhead still calls me once or twice a month to talk about that night. We always wind up having phone sex and masturbating together.

Thinking about how much fun I had with all that fresh girl-candy made my pussy ache as I sat next to Lisa and watched the porn flick. I was really turned on, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lisa rubbing herself.

“This is making me so hot,” Brenda said, standing up. We wore only T-shirts and panties and Brenda pulled her shirt over her head. She slipped her panties down and slid them off purposefully bending over so Lisa got a full view of her ass and delicious slit peeking between her legs. Her nipples stood out like pencil erasers as she sat back down, this time right next to Lisa. God, she played dirty, I thought with a smile.

“What… what are you doing?” Lisa said. Her voice was more puzzled than alarmed as she looked at the naked girl beside her.

“I don’t know about you,” Brenda said, “but I’m so fucking horny.” She started to caress her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “Does this bother you?” she asked Lisa. “If it does, I can go in the bedroom and get myself off.”

“Well, n-no, I guess not.” Lisa wasn’t attempting to hide the fact that she was rubbing herself now, and Brenda’s beautiful, naked body so close to her only seemed to add to her arousal.

“I think you’ve got the right idea, Brenda,” I said and pulled my shirt off. Without standing up, I slipped my panties under my ass and down my legs. Then I tossed them at Brenda who held the crotch up to her nose.

“Smells like somebody wants to fuck,” she said, and playfully tossed them back at me.

Lisa was staring. “Are you guys always this…”

“Crazy?” Brenda said.

“Definitely.” I added.

“Sometimes we get so turned on,” Brenda said, “we do each other.”

Lisa’s eyes grew wide as she looked back and forth at our naked bodies. The timing was perfect as the movie changed to a girl-girl love scene. It was obvious I had picked the right tape; there were two beautiful, young girls French kissing. Lisa watched intently as they got into a sixty-nine and began licking one another.

“Don’t you just love having your pussy eaten like that?” I said as I looked at Lisa.

“I’ve never…” she said softly. “I mean, no one has…” her voice trailed away as her gaze shifted from us to the TV screen.

Her body must be on fire by now, I thought. Her hands were between her legs, her fingers fighting their way under the edge of her shorts. Brenda leaned over and whispered in Lisa’s ear, “That’ll be a lot more fun if you take your pants off.”

Without hesitating, Lisa wiggled out of her shorts and panties, and pulled her shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts, the size of ripe plums, looked delicious. When her fingers went back to work, I looked down at the most beautiful little hairless pussy. Lisa’s fingers moved in and out, her head back slightly, her breathing heavy. The sight made me light-headed. Brenda winked at me and I knew what she was thinking. In less than ten minutes we had managed to get Lisa to take her clothes off and masturbate in front of us. This was too easy.

Phase two of our seduction of Lisa was about to begin. So far, it had been each of us doing our own thing. Now it was time for group involvement.

When the movie ended, I stood up. “I feel like dancing,” I said and went over to the CD player. I put on a grinding rock song and moved back in front of the two naked girls. As the song started, I did my best slut dance; a lot of bending over and squatting down so Lisa could see what was between my legs. She stared at my crotch as I ran my hands up and down my body. Then I reached out and said, “Lisa, come dance with me.”

She gave Brenda a hesitant look and then turned back to me, not sure what to do. Brenda ran her hand up the inside of Lisa’s thigh lightly touching her pussy and whispered in her ear, “Let’s see how wet you two can make me.” I danced over and took Lisa by the hand. Pulling her off the couch, I brought her to the middle of the room and started dancing beside her.

She caught on quickly… and it was obvious she had a little slut in her too. Soon she was rubbing up against me, teasing me with her ass and sliding her hands seductively over her body and down between her legs. I could tell Brenda was thoroughly enjoying our little game. Lisa was definitely aroused; I could smell her pussy and it drove me crazy.

The song ended and a slow song started. Lisa took a step toward the couch as if she were going to sit down when I grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

“Want to drive Brenda crazy?” I said. “Let see how sexy we can slow dance together.”

I turned her around so she faced my sister and pushed my crotch against her ass, pressing my tits into her back. Moving my pelvis in a slow, sexy rotation, I placed my hands on her hips and guided her in sync with me. Lisa quickly followed my lead and we moved over to dance just a few feet in front of Brenda.

My sister already had her legs spread and was masturbating. The music was perfect: slow and steamy. I felt Lisa reach behind and start rubbing my hips and thighs. She slid one hand down between my legs and touched my pussy while she used her other to stroke herself. Then she closed her eyes and let her head drift back to rest on my shoulder. I kissed her neck and ear, whispering how fantastic her body felt against me. “Do you like this?” I asked.

“I love it,” she answered, never opening her eyes. Her finger found my slit and I trembled at her touch. I lightly pulled her chin around and our lips met. I slid my tongue into her mouth. She tasted wonderful! We kissed as I felt her finger slide easily into my wet hole. Then Lisa let out a heavy moan. I looked down to see Brenda on her knees, her head buried in the little girl’s crotch.

My hands went up and cupped Lisa’s breasts and I closed my mouth over hers exploring the inside with my tongue. It was all I could do to keep from falling, I was so aroused. Finally, I led her to the couch and laid on my back pulling her down on me. She kissed me passionately, her tongue in my mouth. I pulled her knees up spreading her open for my sister.

Brenda lay between my legs and sank her face into Lisa’s ass while she fingered me. I ran my hands all over Lisa’s body, trying to taste and touch as much of her as I could. I was dying to eat her but I let Brenda have the first taste. I could tell from their moans that both girls were really getting off. Lisa’s hips ground into me and her breathing became heavy. Suddenly she let out a gasp and her body stiffened. I continued kissing her face and neck as the orgasm washed over her.

She lay on me, breathless, covered in sweat, her eyes closed. “God, I never felt anything like that before,” she said after a few moments.

“Just the first of many, my sweet little lover,” I whispered to her. Brenda moved up and lay beside us, kissing me then Lisa. Our mouths were close and the three of us kissed together. I could taste Lisa’s juice on my sister’s mouth; it was intoxicating. I had to have Lisa or I was going to explode.

“Trade places, sweetheart,” I said to her. She moved over and let me up. As I worked my way down the couch, Brenda got up on her knees, straddling Lisa’s face. She reached up and wrapped her arms around Brenda’s legs, pulling my sister down to her eager mouth. At the same time, I lay between Lisa’s legs and spread her cunt with my fingers. Then I put my hands under her ass, pushed her legs up, and brought my mouth down on her.

The sensation of tasting this delicious twelve-year-old was almost more than I could take. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, trying to taste her pussy and lick her ass all at once. I raised up to see Brenda, her head thrown back, eyes closed, her fingers caressing her nipples in a deep sexual trance as Lisa moved her tongue in and out of my sister. Lisa was totally ours now, her body completely overcome with the forbidden pleasures of lesbian love. We climaxed together in a symphony of moans and cries.

Spent, the three of us lay on the couch, our bodies glistening, our faces and cunts wet. The room was filled with the smell of sex.

After resting for a few minutes, Brenda said, “I’m going for a hot shower. You guys want to join me?”

“Sounds nice,” Lisa said.

We each took her by the hand and headed up the stairs.

The End
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My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 26

  • Posted on May 1, 2018 at 10:44 am

by Purple Les

After Aunt Billie had come on my face, we got ready for bed. Aunt Billie tucked me in and listened to my prayers and blessings.

I was the first one up Sunday morning. Aunt Billie was asleep on the couch and Mom’s bedroom door was closed. I poured juice for myself. Then I started a pot of coffee for Mom and Aunt Billie. I sat at the kitchen table and drank my juice and read the Gandhi book.

Aunt Billie got up, said “Good morning” to me, and went into the bathroom.

When she came back she poured herself some coffee and sat at the table with me. I asked her what was up with her and Mom.

“Where do you guys go? What do you do?”

Aunt Billie sipped some coffee and stared at me. “I wish I could tell you,” she said. “Your mother still has me sworn to secrecy. You make good coffee, Katy.”

“Thanks. What about you and Pam? Did you guys do more than kiss?”

“Not much more than kiss. Well, okay, I let her see and play with my tits. That was about it. I’d have liked to do more, but I had to get her home. I didn’t want to go too far with her. Besides, it sounded like you gave her plenty of comes yesterday.”

I felt my face get warm as I said, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Aunt Billie had a second cup of coffee. She took a cup into Mom. She came back a little later with the cup still half full. Mom slept most of the day.

I made a late lunch of scrambled eggs and mashed potatoes for all of us after Mom got up. Later Mom told Aunt Billie to go on home. She would be okay.

I didn’t dare ask Mom what they did. I just behaved myself. I went up to my room after awhile and read and listened to records. I got ready for bed and Mom tucked me in.

Monday was just a regular day except Mom didn’t go to work that day. I liked her being home when I got home from school.

When I got home after school on Tuesday she was home again. She’d been to the hairdressers. Mom had got her hair cut real super short. It took me awhile to get used to. I’d never seen her with short hair. I guess I stared a lot at it, getting used to her new look.

After dinner I said, “I guess I like it short, Mom. It makes you look younger and cool.”

Mom smiled at that and kissed my head when she got up from the table.

Wednesday when I got home Mom said, “Let’s go out to eat, okay?”

Well, I was okay with that, for sure.

Mom said, “The diner, or the Tran’s restaurant, or the pizza place?” Those were all the places to eat.

I voted for the Tran’s. I liked the food and I’d get to visit with Mary. When we drove by though, it was real busy, so we went to the diner. Mom wore a stocking cap. She didn’t take it off all evening.

I ate all my dinner. Mom got a to-go box for all the food she didn’t finish. We went out to the truck to head home. Mom turned the key in the ignition. Total silence.

Mom sighed. She looked at me and said as she patted my leg, “Maybe we’ll be walking home.”

There was a light tap on Mom’s window. We looked and there was Jed Johnson. He was around Mom’s age and no relation to Sheriff Johnson. Mom rolled down her window.

Well, this had happened so many times before I knew what they’d say to each other. He’d offer Mom five thousand dollars for the pickup truck as is. Mom would say “How do you have five thousand dollars?”

Jed would say, “It’s easy for a single guy like to me to save money when he doesn’t spend it all on horse. I have you and your late husband to thank for that. Helping me get clean and all.”

I guessed maybe Jed had a horse at one time and not having to feed and house it any more saved him lots of money. I’d rather be poor and have a horse.

As usual, Mom replied, “We were glad to help you. This truck meant a lot to my husband. I don’t think I could get rid of it.”

This was the part where Jed would say “Well, if you ever change your mind, Carol, call me.”

Instead he said, “Damn, I love this truck. It’s a classic, Carol. Tell you what. I’ll pay eight thousand cash plus I have a nice two-door car. Stick shift like you like, and it’s a solid good running car from this century. I’ll throw that in for nothing.”

Mom looked at him, then at me, then straight ahead out the windshield. She chewed her bottom lip and held the steering wheel with both hands. What she did next could not have surprised me more than her new haircut.

Mom stuck her hand out the window and said, “Okay, Jed. You’ve got a deal.”

Jed looked even more surprised than me. He shook Mom’s hand and said, “Well, all right! Damn, Carol, I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Well, there is one condition, Jed.”

Jed looked a little worried and said, “Knew there was a catch.”

“Get the truck started for me so we can get home.”

Jed laughed. Then he walked over and lifted the hood. It was a good thing Mom had parked by the streetlight. I heard his voice say, to no one, “Damn, all original except this battery.” Then he swore under the hood for a little bit.

“Turn the key and give her some gas, Carol,” Jed yelled out.

The truck started up and after a moment he closed the hood. Jed came to the window and said, “How’s first thing in the morning?”

“That’s fine,” said Mom.

We drove off toward home. By the time we pulled in the driveway I was trying as hard as I could to hide that I was crying.

Mom backed in to the driveway, leaving the truck facing toward the road and shut it off. Mom put her hand on my shoulder and I looked away.

“What’s wrong, angel?”

“It’s our last ride ever in the pickup.” And now I was bawling like a stupid little kid.

Mom sounded sort of relieved and said, “Aw, Katy, I bet when Jed’s got her all restored, he’ll give us a ride to the car show in it.”

I turned toward Mom and buried my face in her chest and said, “It’s not the same.”

Mom patted my hair and said, “I know the car he’s giving us, Katy. It’s sweet. It has a sunroof and CD player. It’s got AC, power steering, and power windows. We’ll drive up lots of new good times in it. I’m going to miss the pickup more than you. I have to be practical, angel. Understand?”

I sniffled and nodded my head “Yes”.

“I understand, Mom. I know it’s just a truck. But I’ll miss her.”

Mom put her nose in my hair and said, “I know, angel. I know. I’ll miss her too.”

We sat in the driveway looking through the windshield at the stars. We talked about the good times we’d had in the truck. Then we were getting too cold to stay out in her any longer. We went in the house.

I curled up next to Mom on the couch. Mom twirled her finger in my hair. I thanked her for taking me out to dinner. Then Mom said a strange thing.

“Katy, I know you’ve seen DVD’s and pictures of your Dad. You’ve heard all the family stories about him. I was wondering though, what do you remember about him?”

I snuggled against Mom as I tried my best to remember Dad. I had been so little when he died.

“I don’t remember a real lot,” I started. “I remember he would get on his hands and knees and pretend to be a horse for me.”

Mom smiled and hugged me. “That’s right, angel. I’d forgotten that.”

I said, “I loved when he would rear up like a real horse for me. I remember he’d call me ‘Katy Bug’. I liked when the three of us would hike in the woods, and he’d carry me when I got tired. Mom? Did Dad used to play a guitar and you guys would sing?”

Mom hugged me hard. “Yes. Your father played. We would sing. He taught me how to play one song. It only had two and a half chords. And you would make funny noises while we sang.”

“Do you still have his guitar?”

“Yep. It’s under my bed.”

“Can you show it to me?”

“Sure, but not tonight. It’s getting late.”

“Mom, how come when I was bad he’d say I was your daughter? And now when I’m bad you say I’m just like my father?”

Mom said, “How ‘bout you go brush your teeth and get ready for bed. I’ll be up to tuck you in.”

I got up but started to protest. That got me a light smack on my behind and Mom’s usual, “Get going, Kathleen.”

Mom came up to tuck me in. She listened to my prayers and blessings.

When I was done she said, “Katy, that’s just kind of a thing parents do sometimes. You know, like when you’re bad I say you’re like your dad. The truth is your dad did do some stupid things sometimes. But you are a sweet kid. And that’s when you’re most like your father. He was a very nice man.

“When you hit that boy a few weeks ago, well, that’s when you were most like me. I hated to see the worst of me in you.” Then she kissed me goodnight and went downstairs.

The next morning I said a last goodbye to the pickup truck. Mary came walking up the road to meet me and we walked to the bus stop.

When we came back after school the pickup was gone and a new-to-us car was in the driveway. It was cold out but that didn’t stop me and Mary from walking all around the car checking it out.

The car was a dull jet black. Mary said, “It’s cool, like a gangsta car or something.”

Mom must have seen or heard us outside. She came out with her coat and boots on and said, “Hi girls. What do you say we go for a spin? We can drive you home, Mary.”

Mom unlocked the door without touching the car. I’d seen people do that. Mary was unimpressed since her parents’ cars were new. I thought it was totally awesome.

Me and Mary sat in the back. Mary said, “CD players are old fashioned, every car has blue tooth these days.”

I said, “Well a CD player is okay with me. The truck had something called an eight-track player that didn’t work. Now we can listen to something besides the radio.”

Mom drove up to the highway and we went a good stretch. Then Mom exited and came back to town from the other direction. We stopped at the Tran’s.

Mr and Mrs Tran came out to look at the car.

Mary said, “Mom, can me and Katy play in my room?”

“Yes, that’s fine. And take Lucy with you so I can visit with Carol.” Then she looked at my Mom. “Carol, you come have some soup while the girls play.”

Me, Mary and Lucy went up to the apartment over the restaurant where the Tran’s lived. We went right to Lucy and Mary’s bedroom. We all took our shoes off and jumped on Mary’s bed for a little bit.

Then we talked about the new car for a little bit. Then Mary said, “Hey, Katy, we have time to play, you wanna?”

I said, “Okay, sure.”

Mary got off the bed and reached up under her school skirt and pulled her panties down and off. I did the same but I did it laying on the bed. Mary hopped back on the bed next to me.

Mary said, “Lucy, you can watch but you have to get naked.” We both watched Lucy take off all her clothes. I just loved looking at her tight little body and plump hairless pussy. Then me and Mary began to kiss each other. Lucy jumped on the bed and pulled the back of our skirts up and felt up our behinds.

Mary put her hand on my bare pussy and I did the same to her. We began rubbing each other off. I was sucking Mary’s tongue. Mary had a finger in my pussy. So I did the same to her, wiggling my middle finger into her tight wet pussy hole.

Lucy was lightly spanking my bare ass.

I broke my kiss with Mary so I could turn my head and look at Lucy. With her right hand she was spanking me and her left hand was cupped over her pussy. She was giggling.

The door swung open and Mrs Tran came in and closed it behind her. “Katy, your Mom wants to get going soon so you girls better hurry up and come.”

“Then you better help out, Mom.” Mary calmly said.

Mrs Tran flipped Lucy on to her back and began licking her pussy. Mary got on top of me and we began to sixty nine. I could hear Lucy next to me.

“Yeah, Mommy!” Lucy squealed. “Having a good feel good.”

Mrs Tran said, “Mary, you sit on Katy’s face while I lick her pussy.” Mary started to rub her pussy back and forth on my mouth while I felt Mrs Tran lick my pussy.

Mary pressed her sex down on my mouth. I could taste her pussy goo and she started to moan out, “Yeah! I’m cumming.” as she fucked my face. I kept my tongue stuck out to help her.

Mrs Tran was doing a good job on my pussy and I came hard in her mouth.

Mrs Tran didn’t let us hardly catch our breath.

She sent me across the hall to the bathroom where I washed my hands and face. I came back to the bedroom and Lucy was dressed and Mary lay comfortably on her bed. I put my shoes on.

I reached for my panties. Mrs Tran said, “No time for that.” I got a fast goodbye kiss in with Mary, and Mrs Tran took me by the hand downstairs.

Mom had an empty soup bowl in front of her and was drinking tea.

“Okay, thanks, Grace.” Mom said as she got up and put her coat on. I put on my coat.

Out in the car Mom said, “So, did you have fun?” I sat in the front seat and played with the radio.

Mom didn’t wait for an answer. She pulled out of the parking lot. Even though it had started to snow Mom opened up the sunroof. We were freezing but we left it open all the way home.

Mom pulled in the driveway and she was actually happy. She pressed the button for the sunroof and we watched it close. Then we went in the house.

Mom made me some dinner. While I ate, the phone rang.

Mom picked it up and said, “Hi, Grace. Thanks again for the soup, it really hit the spot.”

Mom listened then and finally said, “Yeah, well I had a feeling since you were up there so long. Yeah… that would be nice sometime. Huh? Yeah, I guess Jean and Siobhan could join all of us now. Okay, Grace, you too, bye,” and Mom hung the phone up.

Me and Mom cleaned up the kitchen and went to the living room.

Then we sat on the couch. “You were listening to me on the phone. What do you think, Katy? Would you like that, me and you and Siobhan and her mom and Mary and her mom and little sister, all of us having fun together with no clothes on?”

Just the thought of it was making me breath hard. “Yeah, Mom, that would be awesome, but we’d have a girl too many.”

“Maybe Aunt Billie could join us too.” Mom said.

“That’s a great idea. When, Mom?”

“Oh, sometime when it all works out for everyone’s schedule I guess.”

Mom put her hand on my thigh. She moved her hand up under my skirt. Her finger touched my bare pussy and she smiled.

“So you did have fun in Mary’s room, huh?” Mom asked me.

I didn’t mean to giggle but I did. “Yeah. I guess did.”

“Want some more fun, angel?”

“Okay.”

Mom lifted my skirt up. She lay me on my back on the couch and began to kiss and lick my pussy. She licked my butt hole also. Then she worked my pussy with her tongue till I couldn’t hardly stand it. I had my second come, my big come, and then I just lay there while she kissed my thighs and then my face and mouth.

After I rested awhile I asked Mom if she wanted me to lick her now.

Mom held me a long time before she sighed and said, “Thanks, not tonight, Angel. Time to get ready for bed.”

When Mom tucked me in I said, “Me and Mary are sure lucky to have moms like you and Mrs Tran.”

“Well, I guess me and Grace are pretty lucky too.” Mom kissed me and went downstairs.

Friday went by fast. The only thing special about it was on the way to school Mary handed me my panties from the other day when I was in her room.

“My mom washed them, Katy. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t mind helping you get them all sticky again.” Mary laughed after she said that, but she gave me a fast kiss on the mouth.

I felt funny having my panties in my school bag all day. Well, I didn’t have them all day. After lunch Mary took me aside. She looked around. We were in a spot nobody went to.

Mary lifted her skirt up. I was looking at her bare pussy.

Mary innocently said, “Oh, I guess I forgot to put my panties on this morning. Could I please borrow the ones I gave you this morning?”

Without saying anything, ’cause my mouth was hanging open, I reached in my book bag and gave her the panties. Mary slipped them on like it was the most common thing to do.

Seeing Mary’s pussy right in school like that gave me dirty thoughts all day. Then to top it all off, when she walked me home after school she… Well, she took the panties back off, right in my driveway.

“Thanks for loaning these to me today.” Mary said as she handed my panties back to me. Then she kissed me and made sure I moved my hands under her skirt to feel her bare ass.

Then she said goodbye, and made sure to pull her skirt up high to give me a goodbye look at her pussy and ass as she left.

When I went to my room to put on my play clothes I had to masturbate. The thought of Mary not wearing any panties, seeing her bare ass and pussy briefly right outside in my driveway, I came trying to picture Mary walking around outside bare naked for me.

That night, me and Mom just went to bed early.

Saturday, me and Mom were both up early. We had breakfast. We took a shower together. That was fun. But we didn’t really do anything except wash each other’s backs and kiss some after we were dried off.

We headed off to the farmers’ market in Mom’s new car. She brought a CD and we were playing it on the way there.

What happened at the farmers’ market that morning was the weirdest coolest thing ever.

Continue on to Chapter 27