The Story Thus Far
Chapter 1: In which Sarah and Frankie peruse some rather risqué entertainment, then get intimately acquainted with a pair of soiled undies. Who says staying at home on weekends is boring?
Chapter 2: In which Kerry comes home, the Panty Fairy pays a visit, Sarah confides in her sister Judy, Kerry catches a whiff of pussy on Mummy’s fingers, and plans are made to let Kerry watch Sarah and Frankie have sex. Goodness me!
Chapter 3: In which Sarah and Kerry’s pussy-smelling game escalates, Sarah has a quick diddle in the school carpark, and Sarah and Frankie put their unorthodox sex education lesson into motion. Oh, and a traumatised teddy bear called Mr. Ruffles.
Chapter 4: In which smelling becomes tasting, and a visit to the bird sanctuary turns into an afternoon of naughty panty-modeling fun with Sarah, Judy and five-year-old Izzy. Bloody hell, now sister and niece are in on the act!
Chapter 5: In which poor Mr Ruffles suffers more teddy abuse, Sarah and Kerry’s kinky game goes one step further, and Judy pops round for coffee with little Izzy. A shared lollipop leads to more sharing. Appalling!
Chapter 6: In which Frankie and Sarah tiptoe into Kerry’s bedroom while she’s asleep, and an innocent picnic for the children turns into an afternoon of amateur taboo photography. Snap snap snap!
Chapter 7: In which Kerry’s teacher asks awkward questions, Sarah and Kerry finger each other in the car, and Kerry picks on Frankie while Sarah watches. Why, I’m all aquiver!
by BlueJean
1
When Kerry was six years old, she was given the task of writing a school essay about a subject of her choice. She chose Frankie. It went like this:
Frankie has tattoos. Frankie has red brown hair that is shaved on one side. Frankie has green eyes. Frankie is funny and makes me laugh. Frankie likes anime and music and sometimes she reads me bedtime stories and I like it because she does all the voices. Frankie and me like to dance in the living room. Frankie is pretty when she dresses up.
I sidled up to my lover, twining both arms around her slender waist as she stood in front of the mirror applying lipstick. We were both clad in our lingerie, the expensive stuff we kept for special occasions, all sheer satin with neat seams and trim. You know it’s a mark of quality when Frankie says, “It’ll almost be a shame to get pussy juice on these. Almost.”
I brushed my lips down the nape of her neck, just above the black lace choker she wore. “Frankie is pretty when she dresses up,” I cooed. It’s our little joke, but paddle my arse with a copy of Woman’s Weekly if it isn’t true.
“Damn right,” Frankie agreed.
It was Friday night. Kerry was waiting for us downstairs in the lounge. We’d told her she could watch us have sex again. A promise is a promise.
2
Kerry was sitting on the couch in just a pair of skimpy baby-blue panties, knees pulled up under her. “Omigod!” she squealed. “You two look amazing!”
“Why, thank you, Peanut-chan,” Frankie purred. She sauntered over to the couch to stroke Kerry’s bare shoulder.
“Where’re your jammies?” I asked.
Kerry shrugged. “I didn’t see the point of wearing any when I’m just gonna end up taking them off.”
“And no Mr. Ruffles tonight?” Frankie said.
“I don’t need him,” Kerry said defiantly. “And he smells a bit,” she added, shooting me and Frankie a suspicious look.
I sank down next to my daughter and teased the tip of a finger beneath the waistband of her knickers, idly sliding it back and forth. “That’s okay. It’s probably best if Mr. Ruffles isn’t here to witness events. A teddy bear can only take so much.”
“Aren’t we gonna go up to your bedroom?”
“Nope. We’re going to have sex here in the lounge. It’s fun to do it in different places.”
Like your room when you’re away at your dad’s. Oh, there’s nothing quite like doing the nasty in a little girl’s bedroom, Peanut. What a mess we made of your pretty pink sheets.
“‘Kay,” Kerry said with a shrug.
I swept her hair back behind her ears. “We’re going to watch a naughty video now, Kerry. You don’t mind, do you?”
Kerry looked from me to Frankie. “Oh. But I thought you were gonna have sex.”
“We are,” Frankie told her. “But we like to have some porn playing in the background. It makes sex even better.”
Laptop already hooked up to the TV, Frankie clicked on one of her many thumbnails. We’d discussed the possibility of putting on the video of Kerry and Izzy, the one Judy and I had filmed back at her place. Frankie had given it the title Play Date, along with some cute decals of flowers and bunny rabbits, and fuck, if that didn’t make the whole thing even dirtier. But I insisted on something a little more mainstream for my little girl’s first foray into pornography. Yeah, I know. Messed up, right?
After much debate, we settled on a fairly diverse lesbian compilation. Kerry’s eyes went all wide as a series of montage shots rolled across the screen.
I found myself getting more turned on by my daughter’s reaction than anything that was going on in the video. “Okay, Peanut?” I asked, trailing my fingers up and down her arm. Two young women on screen were scissoring their fingers in and out of each other’s pussies. Tame stuff, the kind of porn that just wasn’t doing it for me like it used to. I needed it hard and nasty, preferably illegal.
Kerry gave me a shy smile and a nod of the head.
“Have you ever seen videos like this before?” Frankie asked. She let her eyes travel up and down Kerry’s bare torso.
Kerry shook her head. “Not really. There was a boy in the year above me who kept going round with his phone showing all the girls a clip of a man squirting his stuff on a lady, but it was only like a few seconds long.” She shrugged. “It looked sort of weird to me.”
Frankie let a hand wander down to her crotch. “Awesome,” she imparted, which is generally a sentiment she shares when she’s not paying much attention to what anyone’s saying. “Oh, by the way, we’re being evicted.” “Awesome!” “And I’ve met someone else.” “Awesome!” “And my entire family has perished in a plane crash. Are you even listening to me?” “Awesome!”
“Do you want to touch yourself, sweetie?” I asked Kerry. “Like Frankie’s doing?”
Kerry hesitantly snaked a finger through the shallow crease in the crotch of her knickers, then slipped a hand inside.
I sat and watched her for a while, fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties to get at my throbbing clit.
Twenty minutes into the video, in which two busty women dressed as nurses were tangled together in a sixty-nine, Frankie pulled her hand from her knickers and got to her feet. “I need to get these off,” she said, slipping the wet, shimmering undies down her legs. She gave Kerry a wink.
“Kerry, go and sit in the chair over there,” I said. “Me and Frankie are going to show you some new things now.”
“I’ll just stay nearby so I can see everything,” Kerry insisted. “I promise I won’t get in the way.”
I shrugged, then focused my attention on Frankie. Standing behind her, I slipped a hand between her thighs and found the hot, wet nest of her sex. “Well, someone’s a sticky girl,” I murmured, and to prove the point, I dipped two fingers into her cunt, drawing them back out to show Kerry. “See how wet Frankie gets?”
“Mmm, yeah.”
I reached down to brush a slippery finger across my daughter’s top lip, leaving a thin sheen of Frankie’s pussy juice.
Slapping Frankie on the arse, I pushed her over the couch. “Spread your feet apart. I’m going to tongue-fuck you.”
Frankie braced herself against the back of the couch, then planted her feet firmly apart. She peered back at Kerry with lust-filled eyes. “Why don’t you take your panties off, Kerry?”
I gave her another slap on the bum. “Never mind what Kerry’s doing.” Kneeling on the floor, I spread Frankie’s arse cheeks apart and began lashing my tongue through her creamy cunt.
Kerry knelt beside me, utterly enthralled. I prised Frankie’s pussy open with my thumbs and stabbed my tongue in and out of her hole. Frankie groaned in pleasure, her fingers reaching back to strum her clit.
“Can you smell Frankie?” I asked Kerry.
“Yeah,” she murmured, nostrils flaring. “Can I have a go at licking her?”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Frankie cooed, eyes lighting up.
I shook my head. “No, sorry, Peanut. That’s going too far. You’re just supposed to be watching.”
Kerry went into Pout Mode. “Oh, please. I won’t tell anyone.”
I scooped a breast out and used it to dove-fuck Frankie while I thought good and hard about Kerry’s request. To let my eight-year-old daughter lick my girlfriend’s cunt or not? Such are the dilemmas a parent faces.
“I can’t let you lick Frankie,” I finally decided, quickly continuing before Kerry could register an objection. “But,” I emphasised the word with a cautionary finger, “we can do it another way.”
I drew my tongue through Frankie’s hot, wet slit, then turned back to Kerry. “Kiss me,” I told her.
Kerry switched effortlessly from startled to amused to eager. She laced her hands in her lap, then leaned forward to plant her mouth on mine. I kissed her full-on, but was met with a timid response.
“Come on, Kerry,” I told her, “give me a proper big girl kiss. You want to taste Frankie, don’t you?”
“I’ve never kissed anyone like that before. Let me try again.”
“Lots of tongue this time,” I told her.
I dipped my head back between my girlfriend’s thighs and stabbed my tongue deep into her cunt, then leaned in to kiss my daughter. Kerry gave as good as she got this time, her tongue sparring with mine. I continued swapping back and forth between Frankie’s pussy and my little girl’s mouth, enjoying the sheer debauchery of it.
Frankie peered back at us with teeth bared. “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You filthy bitch, Sarah.”
I flashed her a wicked smile, then turned back to Kerry. “Did you like it, Peanut? Is that what you wanted?”
Kerry gave me a big smirk, her lips and mouth glistening with Frankie’s nectar. “I’d prefer to actually lick it for real,” she admitted, “but it was quite fun doing it that way.”
I thought I’d hit rock bottom at that moment. But there’s always room to dig a little deeper, isn’t there? There was something Frankie and I did that Kerry hadn’t been exposed to yet, and this seemed as good a time as any to clue her in. “Wanna see me lick Frankie’s bumhole?”
“Uh, I guess? That’s quite a dirty thing to do, though.”
I gave her a grin. “Maybe a little. But it’s fun to do dirty things. And Frankie loves a tongue in her arsehole.” I whacked Frankie across the bum again. “Don’t you, Fran-keee?”
Frankie reached back to spread herself open. “Yeah, eat my arse. I want Kerry to see.”
So I dipped my head back between Frankie’s buttocks and scrubbed my tongue round her arsehole while Kerry watched, fascinated. When I drew my little girl cheek to cheek with me, then turned to French kiss her, I knew I was a lost cause. Kerry didn’t hesitate, either, her tongue darting between my lips.
Frankie peered back over her shoulder, eyes flashing at the sight of us kissing right after I’d had my tongue in her bum. “Oh, fuck!” she blurted, attacking her clit with a breathless urgency.
“Watch Frankie,” I told my daughter. “She’s about to go off.”
“Looks like a big one,” Kerry murmured, staring avidly.
“Gonna come,” Frankie was muttering. “Gonna. Fucking. Come!”
She came hard, fingers glazed with her creamy spend. I caught her wrist before she could bring them to her mouth. “No. Smear it over Kerry’s nipples.”
Frankie turned round and scooted to the edge of the couch, her knees slung wide. “Bloody hell, you’re such a pervert,” she told me. “I really need to up my game.”
I nudged Kerry forwards, and she stood dutifully between Frankie’s open thighs, hands laced behind her back. Frankie smeared her essence over one tiny nipple, then the other.
Kerry giggled playfully. “I like how it smells.”
I stroked her blonde curls; kissed her softly on one cheek. “Mmm. It’s a fun game, isn’t it? A very naughty game.”
So Kerry got to taste Frankie’s pussy after all, and Frankie made herself come watching me share her juices with my little girl. And I could happily fool myself into thinking I’d reached a suitable compromise. I’ll take that Parent of the Year award now, if you don’t mind.
But before I got the chance to dissect my fucked-up logic, Frankie had me on all fours on the rug. She strapped a large black dildo to herself before kneeling at my rear. “I’m gonna fuck your mum now,” she told Kerry plainly.
Kerry stood next to Frankie, hands on her hips. “I can see that, Frankie.”
Frankie slid the tip of the strapon back and forth through my wet folds until it glistened with juices. Then she brought it to the entrance of my cunt, turning to Kerry with a sly smile. “Tell you what, Peanut-chan – if you take those panties off, I’ll put it inside Mummy.”
Kerry slipped her knickers off without so much as a second thought, leaving her entirely naked. All at once, I felt the satisfying swell of the nine-inch toy filling me up. Frankie pistoned her hips back and forth, working it ever deeper.
When I glanced back, Kerry was leaning in to get a better view. “Is it just Mummy that feels good when you do that, Frankie?”
“It’s, uh, mostly for your mum, but it feels good for me too. The dildo has a thing on the other end that pushes against my clit. Ah…”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I told her in no uncertain terms.
I felt the dildo pull back until only the head was still inside. Frankie took her hands away from my hips, then stopped moving against me. Well aware of the game she was playing, I peered back to give her a disapproving scowl.
“Well, that was rude, wasn’t it, Kerry?” Frankie crooned. “I don’t think mums who tell their girlfriends to shut up deserve to get fucked, do you?”
Kerry gave a shrug. “Uh… I dunno.”
“Just fuck me, will you?” I groaned, pushing back onto the toy.
Frankie slapped me on the arse. “Do not move! If you try to push back, I’ll take it all the way out. You hear me?”
“Bitch,” I hissed, trying to resist the urge to fully impale myself on the dildo.
“Why are you being so mean to each other?” Kerry asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
“We’re just pretending,” Frankie told her. “It’s a game we like to play. Mummy makes a terrible fuss, but she always comes harder when I make her wait for it. You’ll see.”
I tried to rock back and forth as covertly as I could, but Frankie was having none of it. “I said don’t fucking move! I’m pulling out!”
“No, d-don’t! Leave it in!”
“Just the tip, then,” Frankie cooed, switching effortlessly from Bad Frankie to Good Frankie. “Look at Mummy’s pussy, Kerry. See how wet she is?”
“It’s… oh wow, it’s twitching,” Kerry was keen to point out.
“Yeah, she wants to get fucked really bad. But we’re not going to let her come just yet, are we?”
I could feel warm juices trickling down the insides of my thighs. “Oh, please, Frankie,” I whimpered. “Just move it in and out a tiny bit.”
“No. You’ll come when I say. And don’t think I can’t see that hand moving towards your clit. Touch it and this fuck is over.”
“You’re such a cow,” I pouted. “Be nice to me.”
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” Frankie said. “I’ll stick the tip of my thumb in your arse. ‘Cause I am nice.”
“You two are weird,” Kerry proclaimed.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea, Kerry,” Frankie said, then whispered something in my daughter’s ear.
Kerry gave a breathless giggle, then sat down on the floor in front of me, her legs spread as wide as she could get them. Her bare vagina was only a few inches from my face.
“Oh, yeah,” I murmured. “Such a pretty little pussy. Frankie, I need you to fuck me. Now.”
“No.”
“Frankie!” I cried, thrusting back against the strapon.
Frankie pulled the dildo out of my quivering cunt. “I said no! Bad Mummy! Now the toy goes back in the box. No toys for bad girls! Uh-uh.”
“No toys for bad girls, Mummy!” Kerry echoed.
“Put it back in! I’ll keep still, I promise!”
“One more chance,” Frankie crooned. She slipped the head in again, her thumb pressing deeper into my arsehole. My cunt was throbbing now, the need exquisite. I knew once she finally started fucking me I would go off like a firework.
Frankie kept me on edge for what seemed an eternity, the fingers of her free hand tracing featherlight trails down my spine. I stared at Kerry’s smooth pussy as she spread her labia open for me; listened to the exaggerated moans of porn actresses performing for the camera.
I was right at the point where I thought I’d probably come anyway, regardless of whether I got penetrated or not, when Frankie spoke up. “Ready to get fucked, Sarah?”
“Oh, my sweet fucking lord, yes!”
“Shall I fuck Mummy now, Kerry? Do you think she deserves it?”
“Well. I think you’d better, because it looks like she might explode otherwise.” Kerry declared, then bounced onto her feet. “Oh, wait! I want to see it up close!” She squatted at my rear with rapt attention.
“Tell me when to start, Kerry,” Frankie said. She licked her lips; gave me a wicked smile. Oh, the nasty bitch was milking this for all it was worth.
“For fuck’s sake, if you don’t shove that dildo in me in the next few seconds, I’m gonna—”
“Go!” Kerry shouted.
Frankie thrust into me.
“Fuck yes!” I wailed, as Frankie pounded away. “Fuck me, you mean bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
“Oh yeah, look at that dildo sliding in and out of Mummy’s cunt, Kerry,” Frankie panted as she hammered into me. “Look at all that creamy juice.”
I must have lasted all of thirty seconds, coming so hard I blacked out for a moment, white hot waves of pure, searing ecstasy rushing through me.
When I regained some of my senses, I was flat on my belly, face against the rug, my body still writhing and twitching. I felt something brush against my bum cheeks, and looked back to find Frankie kissing me there attentively.
“Don’t try sucking up to me now, Francesca,” I told her with a wan smile, reaching back to stroke her cheek. “You’re mean. Mean.”
Frankie smiled back, then gave my bumhole a long, slow swipe of her tongue.
Kerry squatted down next to Frankie and offered her pussy to my girlfriend. “I’ll let you lick me now, Frankie, okay?”
I spoke up quickly. “Uh, no, Kerry. I don’t think so.”
Another pout. I think she gets it from me. “Oh, why?”
Frankie gave a pout of her own, barely managing to draw her eyes away from Kerry’s puffy slit. “Yeah, why-ee?”
I gave her a half-hearted slap on the arm, laughing despite myself. “You be quiet. You’re not helping.” Then to Kerry: “We’re not doing lickies tonight, Peanut. You were just supposed to be watching. Mostly watching.” A moment too late, I realised my choice of phrasing hadn’t exactly ruled out the possibility of allowing my little girl to get more involved in our lovemaking.
Kerry let her thighs drift closed with a sigh. “What else will you show me, then?”
I had her fetch the big veiny flesh-coloured strap-on cock that my girlfriend was so partial to. Frankie bounced up and down on it in my lap while I held Kerry’s panties to her nose. I told my daughter to finger herself while she watched, and she was happy to oblige.
Yeah, no lickies for Kerry. But this is okay, Sarah. Perfectly acceptable. Well done.
I can’t help it. I’m addicted. I’m messed up. What the hell happened to me?
3
The days that followed seemed to blend into one. My sleep patterns were totally fucked up, and I couldn’t think straight anymore. I’d wake up thinking about sex, spend all day thinking about sex, then go to bed thinking about sex.
And truthfully, it was Kerry who was at the epicenter of my fantasies. It’d always been about Kerry, right from the moment I’d fished her dirty knickers out of the laundry basket. I’d been circumnavigating her up until now, tiptoeing around her, pretending that the flirty little games we’d been playing hadn’t really crossed the line into full-on incestuous sex. And don’t get me wrong, I’d enjoyed the escalation, enjoyed taking things a little further each time, but picking at the scraps just wasn’t good enough anymore. I wanted to sink my teeth into the whole juicy carcass and gobble it down.
I began to carry pairs of Kerry’s used undies around in my pocket, pulling them out to sniff in the most inappropriate of places – leisure centre changing rooms, supermarkets, in the forecourt of the garage while I was filling up the car at the pump.
Kerry wasn’t exactly helping either. She’d take every opportunity to flash her pussy and arse at Frankie and me. Well, I’d given her permission to do that, I suppose, so I only had myself to blame.
When bedtime arrived, I’d tuck Kerry into bed with every intention of being a normal mother, but she usually had other ideas – ideas that invariably involved sitting on my lap while I fingered her to a gentle orgasm.
While not entirely innocent, those quiet moments were still very sweet, a chance to breathe. Freed from the subversive nature of sex with Frankie, which seemed to be the sexual equivalent of two naughty teenagers egging each other on, I found myself enjoying simple quality time with my little girl, rocking her gently back and forth like I’d done when she was a baby, breathing in her scent and humming tunes while I slipped a hand into her pyjama bottoms.
It felt like this was what I’d been looking for all along – a quiet intimacy with my child, skin on skin, gentle, natural, disconnected from frenzied internet porn and social media and 21st century ideas about what sex should or shouldn’t be.
When I made my way downstairs to the lounge, Frankie would usually be waiting with a smutty grin, a finger poised over those fucking video thumbnails of hers. Round and round it goes, where it stops nobody knows. Fisting, pissing, rimming, kiddy porn. Roll up, roll up! Frankie’s got it all, folks!
Sometimes I would hate her in those moments. And that was the most devastating part of it all. I’d end up scolding myself. Don’t you dare blame Frankie. Don’t you fucking dare. Take responsibility for your own psychology. Frankie doesn’t understand what she’s doing. Frankie doesn’t understand a thing.
Still. Maybe everything would be easier without Frankie around.
4
One weekday morning, Kerry and I set out to school earlier than usual. I work from home, but they still expect me to check into the office for the occasional meeting every now and then. Probably to confirm I’m still alive or something. Marco offers to take Kerry to school on these rare occasions, so I was dropping her off at their place.
Marco was upstairs having a shave, so there was time for a quick coffee and a catch-up with Judy in the kitchen. Kerry was trying to lift Izzy off the ground by her arms, much to Izzy’s delight.
“Mum’s complaining we don’t visit her and Dad enough,” Judy was saying.
I rolled my eyes. “I Zoom them all the time.”
“So do I, but she says it doesn’t count.”
“I mean, it probably doesn’t, but it’s not exactly easy just to drop everything and travel up to Wales.”
Izzy pressed herself up against me, and I pulled her up onto my knee.
Judy gave me a sheepish smirk. “I wonder what Mum would think if she knew what we’ve been getting up to with her granddaughters.”
“Horrified? Duh.”
My sister looked at me, coolly. “Aren’t you a bit old for ‘duh’?”
“Aren’t you a bit old for… um…”
“You’ve got nothing, have you?”
“No.”
Judy sucked on her lower lip. “Put a hand down Izzy’s knickers.”
“Don’t be stupid. Marco could walk in on us.”
“Hear that shaver buzzing?” I could, barely. “When that stops, we stop.”
“We?”
Judy held her arms out to Kerry. Kerry sidled into my sister’s embrace with a grin.
“Is this okay, Sarah?” my sister asked, teasing her fingers beneath Kerry’s plaid school skirt.
“I guess.”
I didn’t know if it was okay. I didn’t much care. My fingers slipped into Izzy’s soft cotton panties and found her slit. I brought myself to the edge of my chair and quickly hiked my skirt up along with Izzy’s, then peeled my knickers to one side. I began rubbing my crotch against her tender bottom while I toyed with her pussy.
“I’ve an idea,” Judy said as she slipped a hand up my daughter’s skirt. “Let’s do a swap.”
“I’m not done,” I told her. “And besides, I don’t think we have time for swapsies.”
“Not now, you plonker. At the weekend. A proper swap. You and Frankie can have Izzy for the night and I’ll have Kerry.” She smiled down at my daughter. “How does that sound, sweetie?”
Kerry was moving her hips back and forth against Judy’s fingers. “S-sounds cool. Can I, Mummy?”
I was making Izzy’s knickers damp, my juices seeping into the thin fabric as I rubbed my cunt against her. I won’t lie, the thought of the five-year-old attending that expensive Catholic school wearing undies sullied by her Aunt Sarah was as thrilling as it was blasphemous, spurring my lust to even greater heights. “I don’t mind,” I told Kerry. “But if you two are planning naughty things, Uncle Marco might be a problem.”
“Leave Marco to me,” Judy said with an uncharacteristic hint of slyness. “I’ll tell him it’s a girls-only sleepover, then banish him to the spare room.”
“I – I can see who wears the trousers in your house. Oh shit, I’m gonna come. F-fucking hell!” I rubbed out a hasty orgasm on my niece’s bum, determined to finish before Marco could interrupt us. Straightening out Izzy’s school skirt, I bent to kiss her on the cheek. “That was a sneaky one, wasn’t it, Izzy? Naughty Aunty Sarah.”
“Did you just come on my little girl’s knickers?” Judy said with mock disapproval.
“Guilty.”
The sound of Marco’s electric shaver came to a stop. Judy took her hand from between Kerry’s legs and kissed her on the nape of the neck. “Well, we don’t have time to change them now. You’ll have to wear them to school, Izzy. Keep it a secret, okay?” She emphasised the point with a finger to her lips.
“I won’t tell,” Izzy piped, peering back at me with an angelic smile.
“Auntie Frankie’s going to be so excited when she finds out you’re coming to stay the night,” I told the five-year-old.
“I’ll bet she is,” Judy said with a smirk. “Oh, and Sarah?”
“Hmm?”
“Make sure you take pictures.”
On to Chapter Nine!
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